Front Cover
 A letter from Egypt
 The nest
 Venus' flower-basket
 The earth, the moon, and the...
 The deaf and dumb pygmy famili...
 Fast friends
 Ice in India
 How Charlie cracked the world
 The autobiography of an omnibu...
 A leaf from a little girl's...
 Our light-houses and light-shi...
 The pet monkey
 What might have been expected
 Le petit paresseux
 The cunning little lamb that knew...
 The letter box
 The riddle box
 Back Cover

Group Title: St. Nicholas.
Title: St. Nicholas. October 1874.
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Title: St. Nicholas. October 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: October 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
        Page 689
        Page 690
        Page 691
        Page 692
    A letter from Egypt
        Page 693
        Page 694
        Page 695
    The nest
        Page 696
    Venus' flower-basket
        Page 697
    The earth, the moon, and the comet
        Page 698
        Page 699
        Page 700
    The deaf and dumb pygmy families
        Page 701
        Page 702
    Fast friends
        Page 704
        Page 705
        Page 706
        Page 707
        Page 708
        Page 709
        Page 710
        Page 711
        Page 712
        Page 713
        Page 703
    Ice in India
        Page 714
        Page 715
        Page 716
    How Charlie cracked the world
        Page 717
        Page 718
    The autobiography of an omnibus
        Page 719
        Page 720
        Page 721
        Page 722
        Page 723
    A leaf from a little girl's diary
        Page 724
    Our light-houses and light-ships
        Page 725
        Page 726
        Page 727
        Page 728
        Page 729
        Page 730
        Page 731
    The pet monkey
        Page 732
    What might have been expected
        Page 733
        Page 734
        Page 735
        Page 736
        Page 737
        Page 738
        Page 739
    Le petit paresseux
        Page 740
        Page 741
    The cunning little lamb that knew all about it
        Page 742
        Page 743
        Page 744
        Page 745
    The letter box
        Page 746
        Page 747
        Page 748
    The riddle box
        Page 749
        Page 750
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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VOL. J. OCTOBER, 1874. No. 12.



CHIP led a very quiet life until the occurrence of door of his castle, his beak buried in his white.
the remarkable adventures which have made him barred breast, his eyes blinking in the sun.
famous. He was the third son of a Sand-Martin- Don't disturb him, children," said their mother.
one of that ancient family of Sand-Martins which Old people's thoughts are too high and far-reach-
has lived for generations in a hill overlooking the ing for little folks to understand." Then she re-
river Dee, in Cheshire. (An English family, of marked to him that "the snails were unusually
course.) Chip lived in a castle. Common birds tough in Cheshire this year," offering him one.
build their houses of hay, or grass, or mud, and "Pah He hopped away disgusted. "Is this
hang them on trees, of which they have but one the best you can do ? Why, when I think of the
year's lease. But the Sand-Martins all are of Nor- fine fat slugs creeping about our summer garden-
man blood, and dwell in castles hollowed out of the ah-h I winking with delight. "We 'll start to-
solid rock. The inside of Chip's family castle was morrow."
quite half-a-foot wide, lined with soft material; and Now, there were no trunks to pack, no tickets to
you entered it by a round, sloping hall, two feet buy, nothing to do but to dip their wings in the
long, tunneled out of the yellow sandstone. Chip river next morning and be off to Algeria.
and his brothers were told by their mother every But Chip was, never to see Algeria.
day that there was nothing finer in the world than That night he went out of the castle to look at
this approach; and when they stood in the door their possessions by moonlight. It was disobeying
of it, and looked down at their possessions,-at the his mother to go out of the castle by night. We
face of the rock, hung with weeds and moss, and have all often heard what instantly happens to boys
the estuary below, sparkling in the sun, and the or birds who disobey their mothers. A hawk
vast grey sea beyond that,-they felt like princes, swooped down out of a cloud and struck poor Chip
indeed. They would have liked to fly about and in the back of the neck. He fell through the air,
travel over their kingdom, as princes ought to do, then into the water. When he came up, the hawk
but were unable to do so on account of various was gone. Chip fluttered up to shore. He was
robber bands of kestrels and sparrow-hawks that wounded and drenched; the salt water was in his
infested the country. eyes and throat; he could not utter a croak. He
Next year," their father said, "when we return lay on the sand until daybreak. Then he saw
from the South, you will be large enough to take his father and brothers, and his dear, fat, pudgy
care of yourselves." mother, flying wildly about, calling, in search of
Their father was late that fall in taking them to him. They flew within a yard of him; but he
the South. (He had a summer estate in Algeria.) could not give one single chirp so that they might
He was old and of a philosophic disposition; the hear. All that day they searched, and then, colder
young birds might peck and cackle as they chose, and more feeble than before, he heard them talk-
there he sat, day after day, calmly squatted at the ing together. They were quite sure that he was
VOL. I.-45.


drowned in the Dee; there was nothing left for She stroked him with her thick fingers. Chip
them to do but to go and leave him, dead, behind, hid his head under his wing at hearing his mother's
Chip could hardly bear to look at his mother name, and kept it there all day.
when he heard this. His father looked as if he But, in a week, Chip never left Jane's side.
had grown into a grey old bird with the grief of Did others offer even to give him food, they were
that day, and even his two brothers sat dumb and very sure to be pecked at by the bird and snubbed
had forgotten to squabble or to eat. But they by the girl. She was a hot-tempered, affectionate
would forget him presently, and chirp and flutter little body; but apt to hold a tight grip on all her
about again, belongings. What was Jane's, was Jane's; and,
But he knew that his mother would never forget. in her opinion, nothing could match it in the
Late in the day, they all slowly rose from the world.
tree where they were perched, and circling solemnly It was about this time that Jane's father took her
once or twice about their old home, in sign of fare- into Chester. Although the town was only a dozen
well, they flew in a straight line-four dark, swift, miles away, she never had been there; to tell the
steady figures-direct to the South. truth, she never had been a mile away from the
They were gone. Not one of them would be farm-house and barn. No wonder she thought
there to see him die. He was sure that he was they were really the world, and all that lay outside
dying now; his wings and little breast were cold was but an unpleasant sort of dream. When her
beneath the feathers. As his eyes rested on the father was out foddering the cattle that evening,
cloud where he had seen them disappear, a small she talked very fast, telling her mother all about
black mote came into the threatening grey sky. her adventures; while Chip, perched on the ledge
It crossed the heavy thunder-cloud-came closer, of the window where the sun still shone, listened
fluttered uncertainly over him. It was his mother, without a chirp. Jane, while her father was leaving
She had come back to look once more for him. his potatoes at different shops, had had plenty of
He lifted his wing and tried to call, Mother! time to look about her; but nothing had pleased
mother But he made no sound. She hung a or amused her,-not even the cathedral nor the
minute, poised motionless against the leaden great wall about the town, nor the busy streets.
heaven. Chip shut his eyes. It seemed to him as It was all nothing but stones, stones. It seemed
if he were asleep, warm in her downy breast again, to me like a big jail," said she.
When he opened them, there was only the great -Her father came in just then.
grey sky meeting the grey sea. She was gone Jane was hard put to 't to get her breath," he
Hoy, hoy What is this? cried a voice just said, laughing. She made an acquaintance while
above him. the cart stood in front of Osper's shop that took
It was a loud, hearty voice. A little girl picked the spirit out o' her, I think."
him up and held him to her face. It was a hearty "Who was that, child?" cried her mother,
face, with honest blue eyes. And her hand was as anxiously. "I warned ye not to speak nor be
warm and firm as his mother's breast, spoken to."
"'Most dead Tut, tut! "'T was but a child like herself," said the far-
She held him tight and ran with him. The next mer, seeing that Jane could say nothing. She
minute she plumped him down on a clean table in seemed to have no name but Chriss. One of that
the middle of a warm kitchen, ragged crew that hang around the gin and grocer
"It's a martin-'most dead-fallen out of his shops. When I saw her speaking' to our Jane, I
hole I found him just outside of my onion-patch, drove her away. She was a bad un, my girl."
So he's mine "Yes, that I'm sure of," interjected her mother,
"Very well, Jane," said her mother, putting down a dish of smoking stew; for the
She began vigorously to tie up his broken leg farmer would have meat on his table once a day.
with rags, and to feed him with egg and crumb. He held a life-lease on his bit of land; no need for
Chip stood up on his well leg and looked about him to live on dry bread, with a bit of lard to
him, with one eye shut and his head cocked to one grease it on a Sunday, as did many of the farm-
side. The kitchen was bright and warm; Jane's laborers he knew.
red-cheeked mother kneading the bread was a com- Jane went to her place at the table in silence.
fortable sight to see; eggs and crumb were better Very likely her new friend was "a bad un," but
than worms. But to call his kingdom an onion- there was a dreadful hungry look in her face, that
patch, and his castle a hole What did she mean showed she never sat down to a supper like this-
by that-hey? He swaggered up to her fiercely. never tasted stew. Hungry as Jane was, this was
"Poor little mite !" said Jane. "Its mother the first idea that came to her. There were other
must have worried far it sorely to-day things of which the girl could have known nothing;

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and Jane looked out quickly at the sun shining of her jail. But these things were her mother's.
on the barn and quiet stubble-fields; the marshes I've nothing of my own-nothing at all," she
beyond, and the tide rushing into the grey evening said to herself all the time of supper. She could
with a flash and sparkle on its farthest breakers, not keep the hot tears out of her eyes. She had
so wanted to give the girl pleasure !
SN iR, --'l What have I of my own to give
away," she said again, as the bird
hopped on her shoulder and laid its
Bill against her cheek, except Chip ?"
Chip !" She shook her head vehe-
n- mently, and caught him in both her
hands, hugging him closely.

So g But Jane went with her father the
I next week, and she carried Chip under

ri I was not cold at all; but she stroked
and held him tight to her warm stuff
M-tE ii jacket, under which the little heart
-.. ached and throbbed as though some-
S" body were dead. When they reached
Sthe gate in the great wall leading to
the wretched quarter where Chriss
lived, Jane saw a filthy petticoat and a
black, uncombed head of hair at the
door of Osper's shop, which she recog-
nized. She put her hand on the reins,
her chubby face pale and scared, but
"Father, I brought Chip to give
to that girl yonder. He's my own,
"Oh-o !" eyeing her keenly. "What-
ever ud you do that for, Jane? The
girl's nothing to you."
I thought I'd bring her something
from home. She's never seen the hills
nor the Dee, nor anything."
Tut, tut i Can the martin tell her
.. ii about them? But, there now! don't
J cry. Run and give her the bird, if you
.have a mind to do it. Here is Osper;
I 'll talk to him a bit."
Jane ran to the gate. Inside, a
heavy, black cloud of smoke rolled
over the low, gabled buildings. One
JANE AND CHRISS. or two dirty workmen were passing
with loads on their shoulders. Chriss
When she has nothing but stones about her, stopped and looked at her attentively, but did not
and grocer and gin shops, how can she help but be smile.
a bad un? she thought. I brought him for you," cried Jane, urging the
But she said nothing. She always kept her mind bird into her hands. It's the only thing that is
to herself. Jolting home in the cart, she had all mine. You'll be good to him, wont you?"
planned to go back with her father next week, and To give to me ?" bewildered.
carry vegetables, a chicken, one of Dame Trot's "Yes, yes. His name is Chip. He'll hop on
kittens, a big geranium, sea-shells-anything which your shoulder when you call him. Oh, dear !
would give to the girl a hint of the world outside Poor Chip !" her eyes full of tears, and putting


out her fingers for a final stroke. "But you'll be ones. As martins have been making these songs
good to him, I know." since time began, they must be nearly perfect of
Birds," said Chriss, "sell for money in town. their kind. Chip knew them all.
I 'm not to sell this one ? Chriss leaned on her elbows in dumb delight,
"No, indeed, you're not," angrily, listening. Presently, her brother touched her
Nor pawn him? shoulder.
Pawn ?" said Jane, puzzled. If you do any- "Where did that bird come from?" He did
thing with him, I'll come straight back and take not seem to hear her answer. Stooping over it, "I
him home." did not think at first it was a live bird."
Chriss laughed. "That's right. I'll tell Bob "What is the matter, Bob ?"
that, and then I can keep him." She ran off with- Chrissy did not often speak so gently to her
out a word of thanks. But Jane was satisfied. brother, but his wild look frightened her.
I don't believe she ever laughed before in her I have not heard a bird like that since we came
life," she said, as she hurried back to the cart. to this accursed place. There were plenty of them
* at Gwynedd. Don't you remember, Chrissy ?"
The garret into which Chip was taken was low "No." But the girl did what she never had
and dark, and smelled of rotting rags. Here was done in her life before-took up her brother's hand
a downfall from a castle, or even Jane's snug and held it affectionately.
kitchen 1 He perched himself on the ledge of the They made their nests in the rock all along
window opening on the roof. A pale, lean young the coast. I used to take their eggs-hundreds of
man stood in the door as they entered. This was them; but not near home. Mother would n't have
Chrissy's brother Bob. A stoutly-built man shoved them troubled. She liked their twitter."
a box into the room, with a nod. The boy was not in the habit of talking. There
There, Robert There are your keys to riches was something in his rapid words now that seemed
and-America he said. You've got until to- to Chrissy unreal and crazed. He sat down again by
morrow night to make up your mind." the box, however, and buried his face in his hands.
When he was gone, Bob put the.box under the All night Chip woke to flutter and chirp.
bed, and sat down near it, his face in his hands, to In the morning, Chrissy was wakened by Bob
think. His thoughts were so black and hard that standing over her, pale and haggard.
one would suppose he would wish to rid himself of Who brought that bird here ? "
them as soon as he could. He was thinking how "A carter, from out on the Dee."
he came into this walled town down from the Welsh Where can I see him ? "
mountains just two years ago, and had grown poorer "At Osper's shop, this afternoon."
in body and purse, and in soul too, every day. It To tell our story shortly, Bob was waiting for
was starvation now that lay before him, or Jane's father that day, and talked to him a long
He glanced darkly at the box. time. When the old man went home, he said:
What could he do ? He had broken down in the I've hired a man, mother, and I 'm to pay him
lead-works-had been ill for months. Work was low wage on account of his being weakly-run
not to be had. If he had a few pounds to begin down in the lead-works. He's to have Grummer's
business for himself and Chrissy The keys in cottage by the cliff."
that box would give him thousands. Then a sud- Got a wife ? "
den picture of a broken iron safe, full of gold and No, nothing' but a sister. That's an old ac-
bills, rose before him; and beside it, an old man quaintance of yours, Jane. They're honest folks,
lying, his white hair dabbled in blood. For the I'll engage, though they're poor enough. The
keys were really a burglar's tools, and the plan young man wants to save enough to go out to
was to rob, and perhaps kill, an old, helpless man. America."
Bob was but little more than a boy. His foot In a week's time, Bob, with a decent suit of
happened to touch the box. He drew it away as clothes, redder cheeks, and a light heart, was at
though it had been a viper, and his bony, weak work in Grummer's cottage. Jane's mother had
hands trembled as he held them to his jaws. taken Chriss into her kindly care; and Chip was
But I can't starve," he muttered, inspecting the castle preparatory to fitting it up to
About that time Chip began to chirp. He receive his family when they returned from Algeria.
thought it was time to tell Chrissy of his own We may be sure he would be plumed and waiting
home, and the marsh beyond, and the restless sea. in the door of it to meet them. But Bob was never
His note was but a twitter, after all. But there was quite sure that he was a live bird.
in it an evening and a morning song, and the call He saved me from a great misery," he says.
of a bird for its mate and its lullaby for its little It seems as if mother must have sent him."



On the Nile, Febnraty 8, 1874. would attract your attention and fill you with sur-
DEAR READERS OF ST. NICHOLAS: How often prise. All day, but more especially morning and
have you been in my mind since I reached this evening, long files of women, in their dark blue
strange Eastern country! I have wandered in robes, come to the river's brink to fill the large
December through gardens of beautiful trees laden ballas jars, so called from the village where they
with luscious fruits; and as the birds' chorus filled are made. After a little gossip and merry laugh-
the air, I seemed to hear the merry sleigh-bells at ter, they help one another to raise the vessel to the
home, and could imagine you all reveling in the top of the head, where it is placed on a hollow
joys of ice and snow. pad, and so they go back to their homes, up hill
We have been long away from Cairo, with its and down, perhaps a distance of half-a-mile or
busy streets and scenes so like to those of the more, without ever touching the jar with their
"Arabian Nights," and now for weeks have been hands. It is a feat which surprises the traveler,
sailing along the strange river Nile. How I should and can only be accomplished by daily practice.
like to have you all with me-and what a fleet it Here and there may be seen a buffalo, black,
would be We should need such a number of ugly in appearance, apparently sullen and surly,
diahbeahs (pleasure-boats) as never sailed on this but in reality gentle and obedient to the naked
river before, and I think the Arab children, in their little boy on his back.


amazement, would forget their constitutional cry Sometimes, in the warm afternoons, I sit and
of backshush," with which they ever salute the watch the water-fowl and listen to their varied
traveler. cries; huge pelicans flapping their immense wings
There are many scenes on the river-bank that far overhead; graceful cranes stalking over the
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flats ; herons, storks, and the whole race of ducks show the lack of keen wit in these people, and the
in myriads, swarming on every sand-bank; and, way they cling to old customs; and I believe if
very rarely, the beautiful red flamingo, which we somebody should give one of them a wheel-barrow,
have to observe through the double glass, as it is he would use it in just that senseless way.
too shy to come near our boat. I wish that you could see the granite quarries of
Occasionally we see camels looming in the back- Assouan, that furnished the stone of which the old
ground, growling hideously as they are forced to temples are built. They lie away from the town,
kneel to receive their burdens. beyond the cemetery, out in the desert. There is
It was a strange sight-that of the vast number of one obelisk unfinished, but cut out of the rock,-a
workmen, as we saw them going to their labor on magnificent monument, ninety-five feet in length
and eleven feet in breadth at the
., .. .. i'J' h ... largest part. How it dould be
,,. lifted out of the hollow in which it
, ,,,, had been cut, how be moved from
iI'' 1the narrow quarry, and how be
'Ii carried for hundreds of miles, is a
mystery which none can unravel
in these times, though the ancient
Egyptians could solve the prob-
S' 'lem, as the obelisks in Egypt
Brought from these quarries am-
l. m a ply show. It is very strange to
see how those ancient masons had
S1 cut out large blocks of stone, and
Sii to trace the marks of their tools
p "e wh -b w r still sharp in the living rock. It
looks as if the workmen had only
9 n i left their labor for a moment,
'when in reality the hands that
toiled there have been cold and
S-'i f still for thousands of years.
S I have procured three photo-
SI graphs, trusting that the conduct-
ors of ST. NICHOLAS will have
them engraved for you.
S- The'first picture is the Hall of
Columns, at Medunet Haboo.
Those broken pillars look in the
photograph like huge barrels, but
if you could see them, and walk
in and out among the ruined
S'mass, you would be impressed by
the grandeur of the architecture.
S Open to the sky above, a double
STATUE OF RAMESES THE GREAT. (FROM A PHOTOGRAPH.) range of immense columns sup-
ports the massive pediment. But
the railroad which is being built from Cairo up the the general effect of this great ruin is very much
Nile. Each man had a palm-leaf basket, into impaired by the remains of a Christian village
which he? scraped up the dirt with his hands, and which was built upon it, and was destroyed a
then poising it on his head, carried it to its place thousand years ago.'
of destination. It is said that somebody once im- The next picture shows a statue of Rameses
ported some wheel-barrows for the benefit of these the Great, which I saw at Aboo Simbel. You
poor fellows; but, some time after, coming to see can judge of its size by comparing Rameses with
how the new improvement worked, he found them the live man on his knee. Rameses, you know,
filling the wheel-barrows and putting them upon was one of the old Pharaohs of Egypt. There
their heads, where they carried them just as they are many statues erected to him all along the
did the baskets. I don't say this is true, but it does banks of the Nile, and on the walls of the tombs


are often found records of his daring and exploits, hands. Still, there they sit, their heads sixty feet in
Aboo Simbel is the grand goal of the long Nile the air, just as they have done for thousands of
voyage. Here there is a great temple hewn in the years; and the river comes up and bathes their
solid rock, in front of which are four gigantic feet with its waves, while the sun pours his scorch-
figures of Rameses, the faces of which are seven ing rays upon their backs, and time creeps on over
feet long. You see in the picture one of them. their unconscious heads.
The sand has been gradually blown over the cliff Who was it that strewed the Egyptian plains
from the desert, until the temple is nearly choked with the fragments of these colossal figures, col-
with it, and the colossal figures nearly buried. umns, and temples ?
This sand is so fine that it looks like great snow- There is but one answer. Cambyses-mad Cam-
drifts. We climbed the hill to see the sun rise byses. He was, in the traditions of that time, the
upon the calm, expectant face that has looked out Cromwell of Egypt.
into the east for twenty or thirty centuries; and as On we sail. I hear the plash of the Nile waves
the King of Day cast his warm kisses upon those as we float along in the beautiful moonlight.
full lips, the great face seemed to light up with a The Arab boatmen on the deck are singing a
life-like expression, and smile a welcome. wild kind of chant. The hour is late here, and
The third photograph is one of the Memnon midnight is creeping on. How strange to think
figures. There are two, sitting on their rocky that the sun is just setting, and the evening only
throne side by side; but the picture only shows just begun over there in America !

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you one of the pair. A weird story is told of this So, amid the wild, weird music from the deck,
statue. It is said that formerly, when the sun arose and the lullaby of the river, I lie down to sleep in
and shone upon the face of this figure, it gave forth my little cabin, with a prayer for ST. NICHOLAS in
a note of music; but the voice of the giant is whatever form he comes, and for all the children
hushed now, and his face, like that of his com- who love his appearing.
panion, is marred and worn by time and ruthless SARA KEABLES HUNT.



BY H. H.

UNDER the apple-tree, somebody said,
Look at that robin's nest overhead!
All of sharp sticks, and of mud and clay-
What a rough home for a summer day!"
Gaunt stood the apple-tree, gaunt and bare,
And creaked in the winds which blustered there.
The nest was wet with the April rain;
The clay ran down in an ugly stain;
Little it looked, I must truly say,
Like a lovely home for a summer day.

Up in the apple-tree, somebody laughed,
Little you know of the true home-craft.
Laugh, if you like, at my sticks and clay;
They '11 make a good home for a summer day.
May turns the apple-tree pink and white,
Sunny all day, and fragrant all night.
My babies will never feel the showers,
For rain can't get through these feathers of ours.
Snug under my wings they will cuddle and creep,
The happiest babies awake or asleep,"
Said the robin-mother, flying away
After more of the sticks and mud and clay.

Under the apple-tree somebody sighed,
"Ah me, the blunder of folly and pride !
The roughest small house of mud or clay
Might be a sweet home for a summer day.
Sunny and fragrant all day, all night,
With only good cheer for fragrance and light;
And the bitterest storms of grief and pain
Will beat and break on that home in vain,
Where a true-hearted mother broods always
And makes the whole year like a summer day."




NEARLY twenty years ago, an English gentleman not known that the sea in its depths is perfectly
brought from the Phillipine Islands an elegant quiet, and always of the same warm, even tem-
curiosity, and sold it for one hundred and fifty dol- perature.
lars. Afterward it passed into the possession of There is a wonderful world under the waves; a
.the British Museum. It was about a foot in length,
and two inches wide at the top, and made of ex-
quisitely fine spun glass of sparkling whiteness.
Nothing just like it had yet been seen by scientific
men, and many conjectures arose regarding it. "
Since then the mystery has been solved. Its his-
tory has been studied out and many other beauti-
ful specimens have found their way to this country.
One lies before me as I write. The engraving
shows you its cylindrical shape and peculiar struc-
ture, but words can scarcely describe its texture
and pattern.
Imagine the delicate frost-lines that you often
see on the window-pane after a bitterly cold night,
woven into a like form, and you can perhaps catch
a faint idea of its loveliness. If you could stand
beside me while I hold the peerless thing in my
hand, you would know how even frost-work fails in
comparison. Our best way, dear reader, is to
imagine that we are looking at it together,-I with
a real specimen, like that in the British Museum,
before me, you with the picture, aided by fancies
of spun glass and glittering frost-work. You notice
the bunches of fine threads that extend the whole
length of it; these are crossed at regular intervals
by similar threads, and the whole is covered by an
irregular weaving that fills the corners of each
square and gives us a pattern very much resembling
that shown in a cane-seated chair. From its beau-
tifully curved shape rise numberless delicately-
fluted frills arranged in sweeping lines, long and
short, as if to suit the fancy of the weaver. This
whole net-work is surmounted by an open-work
cover more solidly woven.
At the bise, the threads of spun glass are left
free like rootlets, or as if at some time they had
held it in place; and mixed with this mass, which is
as soft and silky as white floss, are sand, mud and
bits of broken shells.
Now, are you ready to believe that this mysteri-
ous beauty comes from the bottom of the ocean,
where it stands upright anchored in the mud ? It is
known as a glass sponge; the learned call it Euplec-." -
tella 'seciosa, meaning "beautifully woven," while
the common name is "Venus' Flower-Basket."
It would seem strange that a form so frail could
be safe from harm in the restless ocean, were it THE GLASS SPONGE, OR "VENUS' FLOWER-BASKET."


land with its mountains, valleys and plains, covered sponges have since been found, but none equal in
with lovely forests of tinted sea-weeds. This is the beauty the Euplectella, specimens of which may
home of innumerable varieties of life. Here the now be purchased in almost any shop of natural
rare and beautiful forms of coral are silently builded, curiosities. It is remarkable that every Ezuflectella
and sponges display their brilliant tints that are sold contains a little brown crab. As this same
lost the moment they leave the water. crab has the reputation of appropriating the homes
Much interest has been taken of late years in the of its neighbors, its presence here may be thus ex-
wonders of the deep sea; and perhaps you will plained. All naturalists agree that it has nothing
like to know how these curiosities are brought to whatever to do with the construction of its stolen
light, abode. Many conclude that it is a custom to in-
The Swedes, English and Americans have sent sert the little crab after the object is taken from the
out ships at different times furnished with machin- water, to give it more interest.
ery to explore the sea-bottom. This machinery But I must not leave you to think that our glass
consists partly of dredges, tangles, trawls, nets and sponge appears when first found as you see it now.
sieves. It is washed in a solution of chloride of lime and
The dredge is a large canvas bag, the opening bleached in the light before it is brought to our
of which is furnished with an iron scraper that takes part of the world. At first it is completely covered
up every particle that comes in its way. This is with a greyish substance, very much resembling
lowered from the ship by means of a steam-engine, the white of an egg. This is really sponge flesh,"
One sent down from the English ship Porcupine" and is made up of myriads of tiny animalcule, or
went to the depth of eight miles, and after seven creatures so small that they cannot be seen by the
hours and a-half returned with one hundred and naked eye. So closely are they connected, and in
fifty pounds of mud. such unison do they work, that they are really one
All such attempts are not equally successful; but individual in many. They are considered the
we may be sure that the great canvas bag always lowest type of animal life, as they are without eyes,
comes up with some wonderful passengers in its mouth or stomach. Yet they absorb from the
hold. The mud it brings is carefully washed and water the silex or glass that makes their framework.
passed through sieves; then comes the anxious It is no more trouble for them to build their elegant
naturalist with his little bone forceps to pick up the mansion than it is for us to make the bones of our
unfortunate victims, which are at once immersed in bodies.
alcohol for preservation. You might imagine that they spin the threads
The tangle is a simple snare, and is made of of glass as the spider does its web; but no, the
large tassels of loose hemp. This is a valuable pattern and thread are made as they go upward.
means of catching the more delicate specimens that While men have been puzzling for years over the
might easily be crushed by heavy machinery, secret of flexible glass-making, and have only just
Before the Euplectella was known, a very singu- discovered it, these little creatures have been spin-
lar glass sponge had been found, consisting of ning glass at the bottom of the sea for centuries,
coarse glass threads bound together at one end by guided by the unseen Power to choose their mate-
sea-weed. It was for years supposed to be the prod- rial and carry out their fairy-like design with un-
uct of Japanese ingenuity. Many wonderful glass erring exactness.



THE old Earth was sleepy, and rolled into bed,
And the clouds were the pillows under his head;
While the Moon, his old wife, stood by with her light,
And tucked him up snugly and.bade him good-night."


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But neither the Earth nor the Moon was aware
There was coming a Star with a singular glare,
And a terrible tail, across their track,
That was n't set down in their almanac.


But the Moon soon awoke and discovered this Star
Plunging along through the night from afar;
And she nudged her husband, and bade him look out,
For a fiery monster was roaming about!

For a fiery monster was roaming about!



And nearer and nearer the Comet came,
With his blazing head and his tail of flame
Some millions of miles in length, they say:
And the poor Earth trembled with sore dismay.



For the Comet was robed in fire and mist,
And frowned and glared and doubled his fist,
Till the Earth's round face grew long with affright,
And the Moon, in her terror, let fall her light.

But all on a sudden their terror was gone,
For the Comet wheeled by on his way to the Sun;
And they laughed as they saw him go tearing his hair,
Far away in the distance, in rage and despair.


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Ha, ha laughed the Earth, and Ho, ho cried the Moon;
I don't think you '11 scare us again very soon.
You make a great show in the sky as you pass;
But astronomers say you are nothing but gas!"



THE remarkable pygmies of which'I propose to When any of the little fellows get into the wrong
tell you aresonly about one inch in height, and when house, by mistake, they are very apt to make
young are of a bright silver color, growing darker trouble on their next appearance, by speaking when
as they enter on the active duties of life. They are they ought to be quiet. It never does for a mem-
seldom at rest, being almost constantly kept in ser- ber of one tribe to try to take the place and do the
vice by their hard task-masters, to whom they are office of the member of a different tribe. Each
in bondage; but whenever they are allowed a few tribe has its own appointed duties, and although
moments' repose, they sleep all huddled together they mingle with each other freely to perform these
in little wooden houses without doors or windows duties, they are rendered quite unfit for use by get-
or roofs. The families are astonishingly large, ting mixed up in their houses; and when, through
being numbered by thousands; and as it would be any mishap, this occurs, it takes a long time to
impossible to give every separate member a differ- separate and distribute them to their different
ent name, each family is divided into twenty-six apartments.
tribes, and each tribe is given a name and a house. I almost forgot to say that among the twenty-six
This is the more easily done, because every pygmy tribes there were certain pygmies who had larger
is known by his face. The twenty-six tribes all faces, although bearing the same names as their
have distinct and characteristic features, and it is smaller-faced brethren. They differ so much from
only necessary to see a pygmy's face to tell at once the others that it is necessary for them to live in
to what tribe he belongs, and where his house is. separate houses. These big-faced fellows are the
to what tribe he belongs, and where his house is. separate houses. These big-faced fellows are the


" upper ten" of the dwarf family. They are not tongue, and in every clime throughout the world !
so numerous as the others, and have very little to The little pygmies are printing-types.
do in comparison with their humbler brethren. But what are stereotype plates ? They are simply
Hence they are thought to be proud and to hold casts taken, as I have said, from the plaster moulds
themselves very high. They do, in fact, live above which are made from the set up types. When
the rest, in what is called the upper case," but you remember that the pages of this magazine are
are really a capital set of fellows. printed from stereotype plates, which could not be
Although a single family numbers its thousands, made until each little type had been taken separate-
that is nothing when compared to the number of ly, and placed in a particular position, and when you
all the deaf and dumb pygmies in the world. Why, are told that there are over three hundred thousand
in our own country there are numerous families in types thus placed in position in a single number of
almost every town. And in this great city of New this magazine, you will say that the deaf and dumb
York they are almost innumerable. In America, pygmies are a very useful and wonderful family.
England, France, Spain, Russia, and several other After the little types have left the impression of
countries, the faces of the dwarfs are much the their faces in the plaster of Paris, and the stereo-
same; but there are some countries, such as China type plates are cast and finished, they are mounted
and Japan, where they are very different, on wooden blocks, and made up," as the printers
The deaf and dumb pygmy family originated in say, into a "form," with the pages arranged so as
Germany some four hundred years ago, and from to come in the right order when they show them-
this branch all the other families throughout the selves on the white paper. Then the form is
world sprang. The English family is at this mo- locked up,"-that is, a large iron frame, called a
ment staring you in the face, and speaking to you, chase," is placed around the pages which are
young reader. The members have been taken up then securely wedged in the iron frame. Some-
out of their little wooden houses, one at a time, times this is done on the press, and at other times
stood on their feet in a row, and made to spell the it is done on a large stone, and the locked-up form
words you are reading. Then they have been tied is then lifted and placed on the press.
up with a stout string and placed, all together, on a The next thing to be done is to "make the
marble slab, where they have been locked up in an form ready," and a great deal of preparation is
iron frame, and taken to a man who covered their often required to secure a clear impression from
faces all over with plaster of Paris. Then the these stereotype plates, especially when there are
plaster was taken up carefully, and there was a fine engravings inserted in some of the pages, as
beautiful impression of every face. Then this there are in the ST. NICHOLAS. But, at length,
plaster impression was put into a great iron box all the "overlays" and "underlays" are made, the
and immersed in hot boiling metal, and when it impression is exactly right all over the form; the
came out it was a stereotype plate, ink on the rollers is neither too thin nor too thick;
By this time most of my young readers will have there is no treacherous oil dripping anywhere to
guessed who and what these curious pygmies are. spoil the work; and round go the wheels, back-
They will begin to understand that these little fel- ward and forward moves the iron bed containing
lows are not only deaf and dumb, but without an- the form, while the paper goes in fair and white
imal life of any kind; and yet, the type family and comes out with beautiful pictures and the clear
speaks to millions of persons, every day, in every words which the pygmies send you.

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A. ;. A A eJill, 111N .
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Author of the Yack Hazard" Stories.

CHAPTER XXXVI. Felton Lanman. Of course, the question she asked
AN UNEXPECTED ARRIVALquickened his interest in her.
The house is close by; I am going there," he
THAT day Jack wrote again to Mr. Chatford, re- said, and offered to carry her satchel.
calling his request for a loan of money, and explain- In her anxiety, she neglected to give him the
ing how it happened that he now had enough for satchel, and forgot to thank him.
present purposes. Is-do you know if George Greenwood -- "
He also wrote to Vinnie, begging her not to send She could not finish the question, the answer to
the money which George had asked for. "I am which she trembled to hear.
sorry to say my poor friend is no better," he wrote; He is there," Jack hastened to assure her. I
" but, thanks to a strange good fortune, we are no am going to him now."
longer in want of anything." She made no reply; but Jack could see the tears
George was, indeed, no better; which means- start from her eyes and her lips quiver as she glided
as it always does in such cases-that he was worse. swiftly by his side.
But now that Jack had money, and with it the Here is the place," he said, when they reached
power to keep his friend where he could be with the door. I am George's friend."
him, and watch by his bedside, his hope and I thought so," she replied, recovering herself a
courage rose, and never once failed him through little. "I couldn't thank you before. But I am
all the long, toilsome, terrible days and nights so glad I met you! I am his friend too-his sister
which followed. -Vinnie."
Both Mrs. Dolberry and her husband showed "I was sure of it! exclaimed Jack, clasping
him a great deal of kindness at this time; furnish- her hands with tears of joy. How did you ever
ing him his meals, and assisting him occasionally get here? "
in taking care of his patient. But they were still I scarcely know myself. But how-how is he?
of the opinion that George should go to the hos- Tell me the worst at once I can bear anything,
pital. Either that must be done or a hired nurse now I know he is alive."
would be necessary; for such a boy as Jack, they The worst is-that he is very sick. But we
declared, could not thus give his life to the patient shall save him-now you have come, I am sure we
and hold out long. shall "
if only Mrs. Chatford were here, or Annie Can I go right to him?"
Lanman, or some good woman I, know!" he You had better see Mrs. Dolberry first. And
thought a hundred times; but he could not bear you must be prepared. He may not know you;
to call in a stranger, and you will hardly know him. We have had to
Such was the state of affairs, when, one morning, cut off all that beautiful hair of his."
as he was hurrying home with some ice to be used 0 my poor George !" was all the young girl
in the sick-room, he overtook a young girl carrying could say, as she followed Jack to Mrs. Dolberry's
a satchel, and looking anxiously at the numbers of room.
the houses along the street. Bless me if you aint a spunky gal !" was that
What house are you trying to find?" asked worthy creature's admiring comment, when told
Jack, not forgetting, even in his own anxiety and who Vinnie was, and how far she had traveled
haste, the courtesy due to a young girl, and a alone to come to her sick friend, or brother, as she
stranger. called him. It's lucky now he didn't go to the
"The house where Mr. Dolberry lives;" and hospital! I'll give you a vacant room I have on
she named the number. the same floor,-you '11 be glad to be near him;
There was something in her sweet, troubled face, though I don't know what you can do for him that
and in her winning tones of voice, which would aint done already; for his friend here-you can
have attracted Jack's attention at any time; for never know, and the poor, sick young man can
they reminded him, in some subtle way, of the never know, how hIe has stuck to him, as no brother
dearest friend he had ever known-Mrs. Annie could ever have stuck closer."

1874.1 FAST FRIENDS. 705

Vinnie understood the spirit of these words, in in times of sickness, she had gained something
spite of their broken syntax, and a great wave of which she found of far more value now than all the
hope and gratitude moved her breast, so weak after money she had earned. Vinnie had come dressed
her long, anxious journey, in a gown of plain, serviceable, dark stuff, suitable
Jack hastened to relieve Mr. Dolberry, whom he alike for her journey and the tasks she expected to
had left.with George, and to get the room and his perform at the end of it. Besides that, and the few
friend in readiness for Vinnie's visit. A new life other clothes she wore, she had brought all her
seemed to have come to him; a strange comfort, a traveling gear in the little satchel she carried in her
subtle joy, thrilled every nerve, hand. But, had she shone in silks and diamonds,
O, if he could know she is here, it would help she could not have appeared more charming than
cure him, I am sure 1" thought he. But he will she was, in the eyes of Jack.

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feel her presence, if he does n't know. How much Her quickness, lightness, and grace made him
she is like Annie! feel very clumsy and awkward at first; and she
When she came in, it was some time before she found so many little things to do, which he had not
could overcome her pain and grief at seeing George thought of, that he began to think that, after all,
lying there unconscious, so wan, so wasted, his he was a very stupid nurse indeed.
shaven head covered with cloths kept wet with ice- Mrs. Dolberry had had a lounge brought into
water-her old playmate, her dear brother," the room, for the convenience of the watchers;
whom she had last seen full of hope and strength, and it was not long before Vinnie told Jack to lie
as he waved his hat towards her, from the deck of down on it and sleep, while she sat by the patient,
the packet-boat, and sailed away into the sunrise and kept his head cool.
Had all his plans and aspirations come to this ? But you need sleep more than I do-after your
She lost little time, however, in tears and vain journey," replied Jack.
regrets, but soon began to busy herself in the sick- 0 no I rested very well on the steamboat
room as only a woman can do. For Vinnie, though last night, coming down the river. And I have n't
scarcely seventeen years old, was a woman in heart been worn out with watching night and day, as you
and experience; her life with the Presbits had, as have. Besides, I couldn't sleep now; I wish to sit
an offset to her many privations, given her strength by him, and be quiet for a little while. If anything
and self-reliance; and in helping their neighbors is needed, which I can't do for him, I will wake you."


Her words, although very gently spoken, seemed found two or three officers who had been over a
almost like commands to Jack, who accordingly dozen years in the service; but they, with all their
took the lounge, while she sat alone, in silence, by recollections of curious things which had occurred
the bed. in their experience during that time, remembered
But he did not sleep. He could not help peep- nothing to his purpose. Nor did the examination
ing from under his half-closed lids, and watching of any city records give a clue to the rewards which
her, while she, with all her yearning, tender, sad he supposed must have been offered for him.
young soul in her eyes, watched the sick, wan face As he had already examined very thoroughly.
of George. two files of old city newspapers, and found nothing
How fond she is of him!" thought Jack. I whatever to encourage him, he was now forced to
would almost be willing to lie there sick, if I could the conclusion that he was the victim of a strange
have such eyes look so at me !" blunder, or perhaps a downright falsehood, on the
Later in the day they had some comfortable talks part of either Molly or Mother Hazard.
together; and Jack told her many things about It was about this time that he bethought him
his friend which she did not know before, again of old Mr. Plummerton,-whose loan of half-
"Why did n't he ever tell me of his literary a-dollar he was now well able to repay,-and went
plans ?" she said, regretfully,-almost jealously, it once more to find him at his sail-loft.
seemed, to Jack, who wondered now that George The old gentleman was out, as before; but this
could have kept back any confidences from such a time Jack thought he would go up into the office
heart as hers. But he was always strange-so and wait.
very shy and sensitive about many things!" she It was a plain, roughly-finished room; the bare
added, finding the readiest excuse for his conduct. walls relieved by pictures of vessels under full sail,
" I am glad he has such a friend in you !" and by printed slips, mostly clipped from news-
But it was the hardest thing for him even to papers, pasted above the desk.
tell me of his plans," replied Jack. "It was neces- Jack amused himself by looking at the pictures,
sity that compelled him,-not that he thought half and then began to read the slips, when his eye fell
so much of me as he did of you. Oh! if you could upon the following paragraph:
have heard him talk of you, sometimes, as I have
have heard him talk of you, sometimes, as I have MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE IN BROOKLYN.-Last Saturday
heard him afternoon, Catharine Larcy, an Irish servant living with a family
named Ragdon, in Prince street, Brooklyn, received permission to go
CHAPTER XXXVII. and visit a sister in Williamsburg, and to take with her a young child
of her employer's, a boy about three-and-a-half years old. Neither
child nor nurse has since been heard from; and every effort to trace
Them has proved unavailing. The Williamsburg sister-who appears
FROM the very day of Vinnie's arrival, a slight to be a respectable person-denies all knowledge of their whereabouts,
and says she has not seen Catharine for several weeks; the two not
change for the better began to show itself in being on friendly terms. They have a brother living in another part
George; either because the fever had then run its of Brooklyn; but he is unable to give any explanation of the mys-
inevitable course, or because-as Jack always be- tery. The family and friends ot the missing child are in great dis-
tress, and a reward of one hundred dollars has been offered by them
lived something of her own healthful life, some for any information that may lead to the recovery of the lost darling.
soft, quiet influence, shed its cooling dew upon Immediately under this paragraph was pasted
him, and did perhaps what all his medicines might the following:
not have done, to restore his strength.
With his greater leisure, Jack's resolution re- It seems that datharine Larcy, the nurse who disappeared so
turned, finish up, in so way, the business mysteriously with the Ragdon child, last Saturday afternoon, had a
turned, to finish p, in some way, the business quarrel of long standing with her own family on account of her hus-
which had brought him to the city. He now made band, a worthless fellow, whom all her relatives had turned out of
private inquiries, as he had shrunk from doing at doors. She had promised her last employers that she would have no
first; and Mrs. Dolberry, to ho he told his communication with this man ; but it is strongly suspected that he is
first; and Mrs. Dolberry, to whom he told his somehow at the bottom of the mystery. It is not impossible that he
story, consulted in his behalf all the old gossips in has induced her to abduct the child, in order to secure the offered re-
the neighborhood. As this was the side of the wards. If so, his opportunity has come, five hundred dollars being
now offered by the Brooklyn authorities and the friends of the child,
city, between Broadway and the North River, for its recovery.
where the child was supposed to have been lost a It also appears that Catharine, only the day before her disappear-
dozen years before, it was very strange indeed that ance, had received from her employers a large amount of wages,
nobody could be found to remember the circum- which had been accumulating for several weeks.
nobody could be found to remember the circum-
stance. Cases of lost children were not very un- Jack had barely finished this last paragraph,
common in so large a city; but not one could be when Mr. Plummerton came in, and greeted him
heard of to correspond with Jack's own. with his usual kindness.
He did not neglect the police department; but I have come to pay my debts," said the visitor,
his inquiries there met with no better success. He with beaming pleasure in his smile, as he took

1874.] FAST FRIENDS. 707

half-a-dollar from his pocket and gave it to the old with you soon, and learn something more about
man. Jack pointed to the printed slips on the
As a matter of business, I take it," replied Mr. wall. I should have followed up that case, when
Plummerton. And glad I am to see it again,- I first heard of it, if I had n't been out of the city;
not for the sake of the money, you understand,- that fact, and the circumstance of the nurse being
that's a trifle,-but because it shows me that you with the child, showed that there could be no con-
are not only upright boys, but that you have been nection between it and my own case."
prospered." The old man made no reply to this, but said:
Prospered after a curious fashion," said Jack, "If you can't go home with me to dinner, go
who then told the story of his friend's sickness, and over this evening to tea-that will perhaps be bet-
of the pickpocket's diamond. ter. Call for me here at about five o'clock. Don't
Very curious! exclaimed the-old gentleman. fail."
" I hope your friend is better now." Jack promised, and soon taking leave of the man
The doctor says the crisis is passed, and that whose friendship he had gained in so singular a
with careful treatment he will get well. But he manner, hastened home to his patient.
has had a dreadful time!"
Partly to hide his emotion at the recollection of CHAPTER XXXVIII.
what he had gone through with George, Jack HIMSELF AGAIN
turned to the printed slips pasted above the desk.
I was reading something here when you came THAT afternoon George woke from a long,
in." deep sleep of healthful rest; and for the first time
"So I observed; and you seemed to be inter- in almost two weeks his own bright, unclouded
ested." spirit looked out of the blue eyes that opened upon
",I have reason to be," said Jack. "I heard of Jack sitting by his bed.
this case before, while making some inquiries with Hallo, Jack he said, in his old, pleasant
regard to another lost child; but I couldn't learn tones of voice. What are you reading?"
that the mystery.was ever cleared up. Maybe you A little of Lord Byron," Jack replied, as care-
can tell me." lessly as he could, in the surprise and joy of finding
It never was cleared up," Mr. Plummerton re- his dear George himself again.
plied. What other case of a lost child do you "Byron? But we ate Byron and the other fel-
speak of? lows," said George. Or did I dream it? "
Jack hesitated a moment, then told his story, in You 've had some odd dreams," Jack answered.
which the old gentleman appeared deeply inter- "Yes, I 've been pretty sick. I know it. But
ested. see here, Jack! we did pawn or sell Scott and
'f And what do you propose to do now?" he Burns and Byron and-- What's that on the
asked, after all was told. mantelpiece? My flute! Why, I remember dis-
I shall go back home to Mr. Chatford's, as tinctly pawning that "
soon as my friend Greenwood is well enough, so "Yes, George," said Jack. "We pawned a
that I can leave him. Meanwhile I shall put an good many things. But they have all come back
advertisement into the papers, as I should have to us. You see, we've had a streak of luck."
done in the first place, if I had had plenty of money. What luck? said George, trying to raise him-
I don't expect anything from it now; but it will do self, but finding no strength in his shrunken arms.
no harm." "You remember the pickpocket's ring, which you
Mr. Plummerton turned to his desk, and ap- noticed had a brilliant diamond the first time you
peared about to open it; but hesitated. Jack saw it, and had no diamond the next time? And
would have taken this as a hint that it was time for where do you suppose that diamond was, all the
him to withdraw, but for a certain indecision, even while we were suffering the extremes of poverty ?
agitation, in the old man's manner. He was, In my trousers pocket, George !"
moreover, determined to ask some questions re- No, no That's a romance, Jack !"
garding that other lost child, of whose case he be- No romance at all. Who would ever think of
lived Mr. Plummerton had a personal knowledge, inventing such a thing for a story? It actually
Before you leave the city," said the latter, leav- happened; and the way I discovered it, and sold it
ing his desk unopened, and turning again to his back to our friend the pickpocket,-Mr. Manton's
visitor, you must go home with me to Brooklyn. friend, I mean,-is one of those things which
Can't you go now ?" people say are stranger than fiction. It's all true,
Not very well now; my friends will be expect- George; and with the money that rogue actually
ing me home at noon. But I should like to go paid me, I have redeemed all our pawned articles,


bought back the books we sold, paid rent and sent you by the editor, with his compliments, and
board and washing and doctor's fees, and have an invitation to write him two such articles a week,
more left for both of us than we started from home describing city scenes; for which he will pay you
with. But see here, old fellow you must n't go six dollars a week."
to being excited, or I sha' n't tell you anything "I can't believe it !" said George. Why, Jack,
more." my fame and fortune are made "
No, don't tell me any more-I can't stand it Not if you get excited, and are made worse by
I'm glad I did n't send my letter to Vinnie-I the news, George. I ought not to have told you
did n't send it, did I ? I can't remember." so much. You must n't think of it any more; and
No, you did n't," replied Jack, thinking it dis- you know it will be a long time before you can
creet to withhold the real truth for awhile. begin to write again."
"And yet," said George, "it seems to me I Yes, yes But, O Jack! you have made me
have been with Vinnie. I thought I was in the very happy. I owe that daily paper business all to
old room at home, and she was taking care of me, you. I should never have thought of writing up
-and you were there too, Jack. Strange how city scenes, if you had n't suggested the idea.
things have been mixed up in my mind Of And-have n't you accomplished anything for your-
course, we have n't been there, Jack. And of self yet?"
course she has n't been here,-that's more im- Nothing to speak of. I've just prepared an
probable still. But who has arranged this room so advertisement here, which I am going to let off, as
nicely ? No disrespect to you, Jack, but you never a last resort. I put no confidence in it; for I have
put things in such order, I know Only a woman's about made up my mind that I've been wretchedly
hand could do this." humbugged by somebody. I'll tell you why I
"Well, women have been here," said Jack. think so, some time; but you must rest now, and
"Mrs. Dolberry has been very kind; and, George, I have an engagement to meet soon. Will you
we ought both to be ashamed of having ever made believe it? I am going to Brooklyn to take tea
fun of her." with our old friend of the steamboat, who loaned
What letter is that on the mantelpiece ? us the half-dollar."
George inquired. For me ? I You must n't leave me alone, Jack But no !
Yes, one that came yesterday." I wont be selfish; go and enjoy yourself, and never
"From Vinnie ? No," said George, with a dis- mind me."
appointed look, seeing the superscription. Hallo! "I wont leave you alone, George; be sure of
it's from the Manhattan Magazine/ Read it, that. You shall have better company than I am."
Jack! Quick!" "Better than you! That's impossible, unless
Jack opened the letter, and found that it con- my dream should come true, and I should wake up
rained a bank-note of five dollars, in payment for and find-but that's foolish I 'll go to sleep, and
the poem, "An Autumn Day," printed in the see if I can't dream myself with her again."
JIankattan Magazine. The heart of the poor "George," said Jack, earnestly, "don't be agi-
young poet was filled with joy. tated, and I will tell you something. You did not
My poem in the Manhattan!" he exclaimed, send your letter to Vinnie, but I sent it, and wrote
" Jack I guess I am dreaming now. I never a few words to tell her that you were sick. And,
could see the editor; so, finally, I left a note for George, -- "
him; and this -- She is here Vinnie cried George, faintly,
He took the bank-note in his thin, feeble fingers, as Jack's story was interrupted by the entrance of
as if to make sure that it was a reality, the young girl herself into the room.
It was the first payment he had ever received for She fluttered to the bedside like a bird; there
his verses; and never afterwards-not even when, were stifled cries, -scarcely heard by Jack, as he ran
not many years later, he was paid for such trifles out and left the two alone-an example which we
ten times as much by magazines eager to secure will do well to follow.
contributions from his pen-did his success as a But, while Jack is on his way to keep his engage-
poet seem so certain, or its reward so sweet, ment with the old sail-maker, we can glide softly
It was some time before Jack ventured to tell back, and see Vinnie sitting by her brother's "
him any more news. But George, after a little side, holding his hand, and smiling joyously upon
rest, wished to know if "A Scene at the Wharves" him, while he questions her with his eyes and
had been heard from, and whether it was ac- tongue.
cepted. Now tell me how you got away-all about it,"
It has been accepted, printed, and paid for," he entreats.
replied Jack. I have three dollars in my pocket, "Well, when I got your letter, with that first

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note from Jack (he tells me I must call him Jack), a girl-the cost of the journey-and a hundred
it made a great commotion at home." other things. All I replied was, 'George is sick
I can hear Uncle Presbit's 'I told him so !' among strangers ; I can get to him some way, and
says George; "and Aunt Presbit's 'He has made I will.'
his bed, and he must lie on it.' Finally, I obtained her consent. It was harder
There was enough of that, certainly," Vinnie to get Uncle Presbit's ; but I did n't wait for it-I
replies. But they are kinder-hearted than you just kept right on getting ready for the journey, and
ever believed; you know I always insisted upon the next morning I started. He carried me over
that. They scolded and blamed you, of course, at to the village, condemning my folly and telling me
first; and I never said a word in your defense-I what to say and do for you, on the way. There I
knew that was the best way. I waited till their got Jack's second letter, which decided me to send
better feelings began to assert themselves, as I back all aunt's money; that pleased uncle so much,
knew they would; and then, when Uncle Presbit that he at last appeared quite reconciled to my
said, 'Well, Vinnie, I suppose you 'll send off all going. I made the journey without an accident;
your hard earnings to that foolish fellow,' I just re- got out of an omnibus on the corner of Broadway,
plied that I had n't made up my mind. and asked of a young man in the street the way to
Of course she will,' said Aunt Presbit. She the house, who turned out to be your friend Jack
never could refuse him anything he asked, from himself. 0, George I seem to have been watched
the time when we first brought them together, over by Providence through it all, and now that
Now her money will go too, and that will be the you are better, I think I can never be ungrateful
last of that; then the first we know, he will be send- again, or discontented with anything, in my life "
ing to us for more.' Teach me to feel that way too, Vinnie ? says
Then I spoke up. 'I don't think I shall send George, his heart melted with thankfulness and
him any money,' I said. That took them both by love. You are so much better than I "
surprise, and they began to change their tone.
Uncle said he supposed, of course, I would send a CHAPTER XXXIX.
little-it was no more than right that I should; A REVELATION.
and he walked out of the house with the dissatisfied
look you remember. Then aunt burst out. JACK found Mr. Plummerton waiting for him.
Vinnie, I'm astonished at you !' she said. He was in a thoughtful mood, and talked little, as
'There's poor George, sick among strangers; no they proceeded to the foot of Fulton street, crossed
matter how foolish he has been, he's about the over in a ferry-boat to Brooklyn, and then walked
same to you as your own brother; and you ought up one or two streets, till they came to a plain,
to do everything for him you can. I shall send comfortable wooden house, with PLUMMERTON on
him some money, if you don't.' And she went to the door.
the green chest, and brought out that old stocking As they stopped before the old-fashioned, little
of hers you remember-the stocking stuffed with wooden gate, they met two ladies-one quite young,
the butter, and eggs' money, which uncle gives the other of middle age, both dressed in black-
her coming from the opposite direction.
Did she?" says George, with glistening eyes, "Ah, Harriet! said Mr. Plummerton, as they
" I should n't have thought she would touch that came up, so late? I thought you would be here
money for anybody." an hour ago. This is our young friend."
Hear the rest," Vinnie goes on. She tum- Jack had already recognized the kind woman
bled out the money on her bed, and was shedding whom he had first seen on the North River steam-
tears over it, and pitying you, and scolding me, boat, and afterwards in Mrs. Libby's parlor. He
when at last I could keep in no longer, and I said: now regarded her with a new and almost painful
Aunt George is sick, he may be dying It interest, knowing her to be Mr. Manton's wife.
is n't money alone he needs. I told you I should n't She greeted him with a silent pressure of the
send him any. And I sha' n't. But I shall take hand, and a singularly tender, almost tearful smile ;
all the money I have, and all you will lend or give and then introduced him to her young companion
me, and go to him, and stay with him, and take with the hardly audible words, My daughter."
care of him, as long as he needs me.' Then you The daughter smiled tranquilly, and gave him so
should have seen her look at me slight, so cold a nod, that Jack did not venture to
'Now that sounds like you,' she said. 'And do more than pull off his cap to her at a distance.
you are as good a hand at taking care of the sick Those still, grey eyes seemed to measure and read
as any girl of your age I ever knew.' But then she him at a glance. She could not have been older
began to make objections; I was too young-I was than himself, yet her perfect repose of manner sug-


gested a woman thoroughly acquainted with the she had been to see her husband's brother, who
world; or was she not rather like a nun, too pure, lives there, and who, through me, pays Manton's
too spiritual-minded to be moved by the world ? personal expenses. We wished to have some dif-
They went in; and Jack saw no more of the ferent arrangements made for him,-to give him.
ladies until tea-time, some employment, and take him away from tempt-
He met them at table, in company with old Mr. ation; but the brother would n't hear of the plan;
and Mrs. Plummerton, a widowed daughter of he says he has done all he can for Manton, and
theirs, and her three children, who composed the that he will now have no more trouble with him,
family. Mrs. Manton and her daughter seemed to except to give him a bare support."
be neighbors, and familiar visitors, who (he infer- "The bare support includes pretty good suits of
red from some word that was dropped) had come clothes," said Jack.
in on that special occasion to meet him. That comes from the brother's notions of fam-
Something was said of the adventure on the ily pride," replied the old man with a smile.
steamboat; and from that Jack was led on to give The Mantons must be gentlemen, even when
a pretty complete history of himself. He wondered they are drunkards. But this is not what I was,
very much how it happened that he was the centre going to say."
of interest; and he was surprised to see, as he went You were going to tell me about-the Ragdon
on, that there was a tremor of feeling, a mist of child."
emotion, even in the nun-like face and eyes of Miss That child's mother and Mrs. Manton were
Manton. sisters. I am their uncle."
After tea, Mr. Plummerton took Jack into a The old man was going on to relate more partic-
little sitting-room, and carefully closed the door. ulars of the family, when Jack, at the first oppor-
The time has come," said he, "for a little tunity, interrupted him.
serious talk. Sit down. You have asked me two The child and nurse were never heard from ?"
or three times for the rest of the story,-about the "Yes. Six years after the disappearance, the
Ragdon child,-and I have put you off. Now I nurse came back, and told a strange story. She
will tell you all I know to the purpose." was sick, and believed she was going to die, and
Jack drew a long breath. He could not help wanted to relieve her mind by a confession. She
feeling that something of unusual interest was did die, a few weeks after, having maintained the
coming. truth of her story to the last. Here is the printed
In the first place, about Mrs. Manton and her account."
daughter. They are the wife and daughter of the Mr. Plummerton took a small, rough-looking
man you saw fined for drunkenness in the public book from a shelf.
court the other day, and whose fine I paid." When I turned to open my desk, but changed
"It does n't seem possible exclaimed Jack. my mind, this morning, as you may remember, I
"Mrs. Manton is so good, so beautiful! and the was going to show you this scrap-book. It contains
daughter-she is white as snow! I know the all the printed accounts of the affair, rewards of-
father." feared, and so forth. But I thought you had better
Manton is not a bad man; he is not by nature see it in my own house. Here is the nurse's story,
a low or vicious man. But drink has besotted him, briefly to this effect: that the going to Williams-
body and mind. This terrible misfortune has had burg that day was a pretence; that she really went
a peculiar effect on his wife and daughter. Grace to New York to pay a secret visit to her husband,
used to be one of the brightest, merriest children and took the child with her; that, to induce her to
ever seen; and she has a warm heart and a quick go off with him, or to get her money, he gave her
wit still; but shame and suffering, in sympathy liquor to drink; and that, when she came to her-
with her mother, on his account, have made her, self, the child was lost and could not be found."
in the presence of strangers, the kind of statue you Jack became suddenly very pale.
see her." How long ago ? "
"Are there other children ?" "Thirteen years ago, this coming month. The
"None living. A son, older than Grace, died a nurse, terrified at the loss of the child, which had.
year and a-half ago. It was the remembrance of been left to stray away through her neglect,-afraid
him, and perhaps a certain resemblance she fancied to come back without it, and now completely under
between him and you, that attracted Harriet to you her husband's influence,-finally ran off with him,
on the steamboat." and was not heard of, as I said, for six years."
"You were traveling in company with her, What part of New York? "
then? Jack inquired. She could n't remember the name of the street
Yes; I had been to Albany on business, and where she met her husband; but it was not very

1874.] FAST FRIENDS. 71

far up town, and it was between Broadway and the true Henry Ragdon. Mrs. Manton is your aunt;
river." Grace is your cousin. This relationship accounts
Then Jack inquired, How was the child for a certain resemblance you bear to the son who
dressed ? died,-which was not all in Harriet's fancy."
And the old man answered, Very much as you "Mrs. Ragdon-my mother-is dead ? said
say you were dressed, when you were picked up. Jack. And my father?"
Here is the full description, in the printed offers of Your father was at that time in business with
rewards, only we have golden curls,' instead of his brother-in-law, Manton. Manton ruins every-
'yellow curls,' and 'fine pink and white checks,' thing he touches. He ruined your father. The
instead of plain 'pink,' gives the color of-the frock." failure came close upon the heels of the other ter-
Jack held the book in the sunset light, which rible affair. It's a distressing story altogether; I
wont dwell upon it. Your father
I was one of the most active, up-
', -- right, earnest men I ever saw.
Si. Overwork and anxiety of mind
i ';; ;1' i 'i ': i brought on a fever, and he died
S l' the next December. Your mother
S never recovered from this double
S,,: I "- calamity; yet she survived her
I I '1, iIiil il'' ," .. husband about four years."
-.. j. iiI Jack made no reply. His face
was buried in his hands. After a
S' '" pause, Mr. Plummerton went on:
,- You will be interested to know
V, what property was left. Your
i"I father, owing to his failure, left
nothing. But your mother had a
little in her own right, which he
would never touch-and wisely,
e s l as it proved. It was something
is less than a thousand dollars; yet
i l it was all she had to live on, after
XL M Pl he died. Harriet had as much of
.o c her own, but Manton squandered
___ P}L 'every dollar of it. After Harriet
J ~ was separated from her husband,
ISi b1 ashe and your mother lived to-
_ig- Jk gether, and shared everything in
common, even to the care of the
Children. What is left of the little
__= property, Harriet still has, and
IS it is all she has. Your mother
left it in her hands, without a
shone through the window, and read the announce- will, knowing her necessities, and knowing, too,
ment which he had looked for in the New York that if the lost child was ever found, Harriet would
papers so long in vain, and which must have es- do what was right by him. Now would you like to
caped his eye, because it appeared in them under see your aunt and cousin?"
the head of "Affairs in Brooklyn." "Pretty soon-not just yet," Jack murmured,
his face still hidden, and his bent frame agitated.
CHAPTER XL. Mr. Plummerton went out; and presently Mrs.
Manton came in, and sat down by Jack's side, and
JACK'S RELATIVES. took his hand, and with an arm placed gently and
His breath almost stifled with emotion, his eyes affectionately about him, drew him towards her.
shining, Jack laid down the book and looked at until his head rested, childlike, upon her motherly
Mr. Plummerton. The old man continued, with shoulder. This was more than he could endure,
singular calmness of look and tone: and he sobbed aloud.
"None of us have any doubt but you are the She was also deeply moved. But after a time


she grew calm, and then she talked to him long Jack promised, however, to come often to Brook-
and lovingly of his parents, especially of his mother, lyn, and to bring his friend with him once, if pos-
of his own childhood, and of many things which sible, before leaving New York.
cannot be recounted here. Then, parting with Grace and her mother at
Once Jack became conscious of the presence of their own door, he hurried to the ferry, and re-
Grace, and, looking up, he saw her sitting just be- crossed the river; his heart throbbing with deep
fore him, erect and pale, with tears sliding softly emotion and exalted thoughts as he looked down at
down her still face. the rushing water and up at the silent stars.
When all had become more composed, Mrs.
Manton said: CHAPTER XLI.
"And now with regard to your mother's little
property, of which I suppose uncle has told you
something. It had shrunken considerably at the WITH Jack's accomplishment of the object of
time she died; but I have kept as correct an ac- his journey, and George's restoration to health, our
count of it as I could; and as soon as uncle came story of these fast friends draws to a close; for
over at noon and told us of you, I set Grace to the time of their separation was now at hand.
reckoning up the interest. She has the paper Whilst awaiting George's convalescence, Jack-
here. You will see by it that we owe you eleven for we will still call him by his familiar name-
hundred dollars. We shall not be able to pay all went round one day to Murray street, hoping to
of it at once, but we can pay a part of it in a few have one more talk with his old friend, Master
days, and then, little by little, make up the rest. Felix. But neither Master Felix nor Professor De
She is beginning to give music lessons now, and is Waldo was to be found, the pair having lately de-
quite successful; and it costs us not very much to camped, as the landlord expressed it, between
live." .two days. Why they had taken this course, just
Jack glanced at the paper, by the light of a lamp as they were having a good run of custom, he could
which had been brought in; then hung his head, not explain, but conjectured that it was for the
with a look of deep trouble, which Mrs. Manton simple pleasure of cheating him out of his rent.
mistook for disappointment. The friends had some difficulty in dividing satis-
You will think that you have gained but little factorily what they called their "diamond money;"
by hunting up your parentage," she said, sadly. not because each claimed more than his just share,
Jack dropped the paper, and accidentally put his but for a quite contrary reason. After each had
foot upon it as he rose. taken all that he thought belonged to him, there
I can't tell you how much I have gained he remained a handsome little sum which both sturdily
exclaimed, with the eloquence of strong feeling, refused. The difficulty was growing serious, when
"To know what you have just told me of my Jack suggested, as a happy compromise, a present
parents, is worth everything! As for this little for Vinnie. "What should it be ?" was the ques-
property, my dear aunt! my dear cousin! "-he tion. George said she had long wanted a silk
held the hands of both,-" don't for a moment dress, but that his uncle and aunt had frowned
think that I will ever take a cent of it! It's where upon the mere mention of such extravagance. As
I know my mother would wish to have it; I do not they could not well object to her receiving it as a
need it; never speak of it again !" present, the silk was secretly resolved upon.
In vain they urged him. He would not even Jack paid several visits to his Brooklyn friends;
listen to their thanks. His heart was full. If not and on one occasion invited his aunt and cousin to
altogether happy, he felt that he was deeply go shopping with him. He wished to be guided
blessed; and that all the fortunes in the world by their feminine taste and judgment in selecting
could not at that moment make him richer, the silk, and also in choosing some suitable gifts for
They urged him to remain, and make them a Mrs. Dolberry, and for Mrs. Chatford and little
visit; then wished to know if there was anything Kate at home.
they could do for him. That evening the friends had the satisfaction of
"Not for me. In a few days I am going back delivering their present, and of witnessing a young
to my country home, where I shall work and study girl's innocent delight over her "first silk." There
and want for nothing. But I shall leave a friend was but one drawback to Vinnie's perfect content-
here in the city. He will be lonely without me. ment: she had no new hat to wear with the new
If you will be kind to him, and let him visit you,- gown !
and if you will sing and play to him, Cousin Grace, But somehow the hat, and other needful accom-
for he is very fond of music,-that will make me paniments, were duly added, while the gown was
feel better about leaving him." in the hands of a dressmaker recommended by

1874.] FAST FRIENDS. 713

good Mrs. Dolberry; and on a certain memorable took leave of them there. To Jack and Vinnie,
occasion Vinnie came out." who were to start the next day on their homeward
George also, on that occasion, appeared in a new journey, they gave affectionate good-by kisses; to
suit, bought a day or two before at a ready-made George, invitations to visit them again.
clothing shop. As for Jack, he just brushed up his It was these new friendships he had made which
old clothes as well as he could, and made them consoled George for the prospect of so soon parting
answer. He was anxious that his friends should with Jack and Vinnie and seeing them set off on
that day make a good appearance: he cared less their journey without him,-a trial which had be-
for himself. It was Sunday, and all three were fore seemed more than he could bear.
going over to take dinner in Brooklyn, and spend It seemed all he could bear,'when the time
the afternoon with Mrs. Manton and Grace. came. I don't know why Jack bore the parting
It proved a delightful occasion for all; but it was more bravely; perhaps because his present strength
especially so to George. In his languid, convales- and natural self-control were greater; perhaps be-
cent state, his heart was open to all sweet influ- cause Vinnie went with him.
ences; and the beauty of the day, the sunshine and The farewells were spoken at the door; and then
breeze and dancing ripples on the river, the pres- George stood and watched the coach that carried
ence and sympathy of his two dear friends, and the them away, and listened to the receding rattle of
exceeding kindness of the new friends he was des- the wheels, until it turned a corner, and he saw and
tined that day to make,-everything contributed to heard no more. Then climbing slowly to his
brim his heart with happiness, room, he locked the door, threw himself upon his
It was perhaps owing to this susceptibility of the now lonely bed, and cried like a child.
invalid that Grace made the deep impression on The parting of friends, either by death, or
him which his friends observed. The sight of her absence, or estrangement, is, assuredly, one of the
affected him like the reading of a perfect poem, and very saddest things in life. Almost every other
the tones of her voice moved him like strange sorrow can be met with patience. But time brings
music. He did not find her cold, as Jack at first consolation even for this.
did; but her very looks and words seemed, to his Time brought consolation to George; yet neither
sensitive soul, always just ready to quiver with new friends, nor literary success (which came with
emotions unexpressed, hard toil and frugal living), nor any good fortune
The afternoon was enlivened by the unlooked-for or happiness, ever crowded from his heart the love
appearance of Mr. Manton. He covered his sur- and gratitude he felt for Jack.
prise at seeing his young friends with a great deal of And Jack was no less faithful in his attachment.
politeness; and, alluding to the story of the dia- Yet the journey up the river and the canal, as far
mond, which had reached him, declared that he as Vinnie's home, was to him-strange as it may
was disappointed in that MacPheeler." But he seem-one of the happiest incidents of his whole
was happy to say that the light-fingered gentleman life. He wished that it might never end. The
had recently got his deserts; having been taken in weather was lovely; and he and Vinnie sat on the
the very act of picking a pocket, and shut up in the deck of the packet-boat, or in the cool cabin, day
Tombs, where he was now awaiting his trial, and evening, and talked about George, New York,
Manton made but a short call; but it was long the past, the future-everything but the present
enough to give the other visitors a new insight into moments, which made them so happy, and which
the characters of Grace and her mother. While were going, never to return.
they had not the heart to laugh at his pleasantries, Vinnie wished Jack to stop and visit George's
they treated him with a certain tender respect, relatives; but he was a little ashamed of giving
which-to George particularly-seemed very beau- himself up to dreams and leisure, as he was now
tiful. He had much to say about the trouble Jack doing, and felt that he must hasten home to work
would have saved himself by confiding to him, at on the farm which, after all, he loved so well.
the outset, the object of his business in the city; The evening before they were to part, as they
but, finding that he had the talk mostly to himself, sat on the deck, gliding by moonlight through
he presently, with many polite flourishes, took his pleasant scenes, Vinnie said to him:
leave. Why is it that George never talked to me as
Vinnie, fresh and vivacious, broke through the you do? Even that morning when he bid me
reserve even of the quiet Grace, and gained her good-by, just as he was starting for New York, he
lasting friendship; though they were not to meet seemed thinking of something else."
again for many years. Though Jack had long since made up his mind
In the pleasant summer twilight, Grace and her that George, with all his brotherly affection, never
mother accompanied their visitors to the ferry, and appreciated Vinnie as he would have done in his

f874.] COMING. 703


BY M. M. D.

Two fair ships are sailing,
Sailing over the sea,-
Willie's ship and my ship,-
Full as full can be;
Side by side, my Willie says-
Like as pin to pin,
Oh, the happy, happy days
When our ships come in!

While our ships are sailing,
Sailing over the sea,-
Willie's ship and my ship,-
Full as full can be,
Sailing on the sunny tide,
Grieving would be sin:
Soon or late, and side by side,
Shall our ships come in.

VOL. I.-46.


place, he did not say so, but answered, half-play- face she has And then, you know, fond as George
fully, Still, when he has succeeded in New York, and I have always been of each other, we are only
I suspect he will have something very confidential brother and sister."
to say to you." If I could think so Then, after a little
"Oh laughed Vinnie. "I know what you pause, Jack added, fervently, I am only a boy
mean. But you are very much mistaken. Why, now; but in a few years I shall be a man; and in
do you know, I have fully made up my mind that the meanwhile I am going to make something of
S myself, if study and hard work will do it. I wont
That what ?" ask you now to give me any serious promise; only
That he will marry Grace Manton. Yes, I am that we, too, may be FAST FRIENDS till then."
sure of it. She's just suited for him; and did n't Till then, and always," Vinnie answered,
you notice how he interested her ? What a poetical frankly.



WHAT possible connection can there be between done by letting down blocks of ice, and as soon as
Lake Ontario and India ? The one lies between the these melt, the water is drawn off and others are
United States and Canada, where the winter cold put in. The second blocks do not melt quite so
seizes upon the rolling waves, and binds them tight soon as the first, and then others are let down; and
and fast. The other, thousands of miles away, the process is continued until the temperature is
burns and dries under a tropical sun. But it is this so low that the ice does not melt at all.
very contrast that brings them together. Lake The hold is now ready to be filled for the long
Ontario cools and refreshes the people living on the voyage. A thick bed of sawdust is laid on the
East Indian coast. And this is the way the good bottom, and upon this blocks of ice are carefully
work is brought about. and closely placed, forming a smooth, icy floor.
Lake Ontario is so situated that in winter it This is covered with a light layer of sawdust.
freezes over a great part of its surface, forming ice Upon this blocks of ice are packed as before; then
several feet in thickness, fine grained, compact, and another layer of sawdust; another stratum of ice-
of beautiful transparency. As soon as the -ice is blocks; and so on, until the hold is filled. This
fairly formed, the ice companies set a small army packing has to be done quickly, or the ice would
of men at work to take it away, and they are kept soften somewhat while exposed to the air. Great
busy all the season. Some are on the lake cutting cranes, moved by steam, lift the enormous blocks
out the ice in huge cubic blocks; others stow them of ice from the storehouse or wharf, swing them
away in the wagons which are to convey them to over the vessel, and lower them into the hold,
the ice-houses near the lake, where they are de- where the men stow them away. Steam works
posited temporarily; some are at work at these rapidly, and the labor goes on day and night.
houses, receiving the ice and putting it in the When the hold is filled, the hatches are fastened
buildings; others, again, are taking out the ice down and caulked, and the precious freight is safely
that has been waiting for transportation, and load- shut up in the cold and darkness, and the ship
ing with it the cars in which it is to be conveyed to starts off as soon as possible on her long voyage.
the different cities in the United States. The scene These vessels are built for fast sailers; but, at the
is a lively and busy one, and this ice business gives best, it takes a very long time to reach India.
employment to a great number of men. During part of the voyage the tropical sun pours
The ice intended for India is sent to Boston, and its heat upon the decks; but when the ship gains
is there shipped as soon as possible. A good many her port, and the hatches are opened and the work
vessels are employed in this service. The holds of of unloading commences, the blocks of ice taken
these ships must be made very cold before the ice out are as perfect as when they were put in !
can be packed into them with safety, and this is The unloading once begun, it is carried on with,

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out intermission until the hold is emptied, the port it quickly. But the East Indian who lives at
workmen relieving each other; but it cannot be a distance from the coast is not obliged to do with-
done quite as rapidly as the loading. Some of the out cooling drinks, for not only does he contrive to

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sailors, dressed in their warmest winter clothing, cool water by putting it in porous jars and setting
are down in the hold cutting apart the blocks them in a current of air, but he has a fashion of his
which have become frozen together, placing the own for making ice, and a very curious fashion it is.
ropes around them, and fastening them to the In the warm countries of Europe ice is manu-
cable that passes over the pulley. Other sailors, fractured by the use of ether, but this would be a
and native East Indians, are on the deck, where it very costly process in India, and would place it en-
is so hot that they are glad to dress very lightly. tirely out of the reach of the mass of the people.
They are pulling at the ropes, and in this way Their own method for manufacturing ice, although
hauling the ice out of the hold. Others are con- a slow one, is very simple, and costs nothing.
veyirig it to the depots on the shore, where it is They have discovered by observation what we
stored away in vast quantities. Near these may be are taught in natural philosophy, that during the
seen groups of natives waiting to be served with day the earth absorbs heat, and during the night
ice, which is to be carried to the hotels and other it gives it out-or, to speak more properly, radiates
houses. Some of these natives have already been heat. This is much more noticeable in tropical
served, and have started upon their journey into than in temperate countries. They know also by
the city, six or eight of them bearing a framework experience that, in order to enjoy the coolness of
of bamboo sticks and cords, in which is suspended night, they must avoid the shade of trees, and lie
a monstrous block of ice as beautiful and trans- out in the open places. The reason of this, per-
parent as rock crystal. haps, they do not know, which is that the branches
And, after all the labor at Lake Ontario, after of the trees interfere with this radiation. Without
the transportation to Boston, the loading and un- reasoning on these facts, the East Indian acts upon
loading of the vessels, the sums of money that them, and uses his knowledge of them in manufac-
must be paid to so many workmen, and the voyage turning ice.
of several thousand miles, ice can be bought in the In an open space, where there are no trees,
cities of India, in ordinary seasons, at three cents a parallel ditches are dug in the ground three or four
pound feet deep. These are half filled with straw, and
Now, although ice keeps so well for a long time nets are stretched over them. On these nets are
when packed in the ships built for it, and in this placed small earthen saucers, holding about a wine-
way can be conveyed to any East Indian port, it glass of water. There is nothing more to be done
would be impossible to carry it into the interior of but to wait for a clear, starry, and perfectly calm
the country, where there are no railroads to trans- night. When such a night arrives, the little saucers


are filled with water in the evening, which water that never melt, containing material enough to
by four o'clock in the morning is found to be supply perpetually every town and little hamlet in
covered with a thin coating of ice These cakes the country. For the Himalayan mountains, with
of ice are very small, it is true, but when they are their towering tops covered with everlasting snow
all thrown together into the ice-houses under the and ice, stretch along the western part of the Indian
ground, they form themselves into masses of quite peninsula. What a trial it must be to the temper
a respectable size. In these primitive ice-houses of an East Indian, who is nearly melted with the
the ice keeps for some time. heat in the plains below, to look up at those white
The straw is placed in the ditches because it is a peaks, and think how much snow and ice is wasted
bad conductor of heat, and by its. means the there that would be of the greatest service to him
saucers of water are separated from the ground, if it could only be brought down But that is the
and receive little or no heat from it. The water, problem In the lowest part of the cold regions
therefore, gives out more heat than it receives, so of the mountains, ice could be cut and made ready
that its temperature is continually lowered until it to be taken away. But there are no roads by
reaches the freezing point, when it, of course, be- which it could be carried to the plains; and if it
comes ice. were possible to construct roads over the mountains
This ice is more or less mixed with bits of straw to a sufficient height to reach the snowy regions,
and with dust. It cannot be used to put into the cost of making them would be enormous; and
liquids, but placed around them makes them de- when made, it is doubtful whether ice could be
lightfully cool and refreshing, and we can well transported over them with sufficient rapidity for it
imagine what a luxury it must be in this torrid to reach the plains in a solid state.
region. So the Himalayas keep their icy treasures safely
These are the two methods by which the people locked up in their mountain fastnesses, and the


of India procure ice-carrying it there from a great parched East Indian finds himself obliged to call
distance, and freezing water by a slow process, upon a distant land to take compassion on him
And yet, in India itself there are immense ice-fields and help him.

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ONE delightful Saturday, Kate and her brother Charlie always learned his lessons rolling about
Charlie were going to spend the whole morning at on the carpet in the library. He declared that he
the museum, where, besides the stuffed animals, could get them into his head better that way."
were to be seen the learned pigs, that sang like As he was walking home from the museum, he re-
birds and did sums in arithmetic; the little birds fleeted seriously on his toes, and made a resolution
that grunted like pigs, and- fell down dead at the that they must learn to be useful.
word of command; the cherry-colored cat, that sat Stupid things he said; they certainly
twiddling his whiskers at the company, as much as ought to work for their stockings and shoes, and I
to say, "Deny that I am cherry-colored, if you
can; the man who ate coals of fire, and seemed
to relish them as much as you would a beefsteak;
the fat giantess, who danced a hornpipe, shaking .
the floor and making the very windows rattle; the
man without arms, who kept seven soup-plates
shooting up like a fountain in the air with his
toes; and a hundred other curious things. .
Oh dear!" cried Kate. "I am so happy, I .
cannot keep still; let's sail a boat, Charlie." i '
She caught his hands, and they swung round
fast and faster, till they both tumbled in a heap on/
the floor, hats flying off and the blue ribbon in
Charlie's collar hanging by one end. ,
Now, Kate he exclaimed, "just look at my /
bow! And mamma is ready,-I hear her coming I -
down stairs "
Yes, yes; I see, Charlie. I'11 tie it again as
good as new," laughed Kate.
She put on her soft, pretty seal-skin hat, and
arranging Charlie's tumbled hair, placed his hat .'.
nicely on his head; and then the good little sister
tied the neck-ribbon into a lovely bow, Charlie hold- TYING CHARLIE BOW.
ing his head erect, and standing up straight and
stiff as a soldier-" eyes right" and thumbs in." shall begin their education at once. I'l1 learn my
The next moment, their mamma called them, geography for Monday, as soon as I get home. My
and away they ran, two merry, happy children, toes shall hold the world in papa's library, so that
How astonished they were at all they saw How I can study the United States comfortably."
they laughed when they found that the cherry- No sooner said than done. First putting on his
colored cat was black, and suddenly remembered school clothes, with a patched knee,-for his mam-
that some cherries were black,-so it was no hum- ma had forbidden him to roll on the floor in his
bug, after all. How amazed they were at the bril- new knickerbockers, Charlie hastened to the
liant performances of the learned pigs and birds, library with his book. He lifted from its axle the
and how pleased they were when the giantess shook heavy globe, which was placed upon a stand, and
hands with them, and politely inquired after their from which it was ten times more convenient to
health! study. Then he took off his shoes, and lying
But Charlie was most delighted with the man down on his back, with great difficulty he managed.
without arms. It seemed "so very jolly," he said, to prop the world up on the soles of his feet.
to do things with one's toes instead of fingers. His "Aha! This is jolly !" he exclaimed. "Let
eyes were fastened upon those remarkable toes, me see. There are the United States of North
which drew pictures, cut profiles, played on the America,-how splendidly I can see them How
fiddle, and, above all, sent the soup-plates grace- many are there? Six New England States; four
fully following each other up in the air. Middle States; one, two, three, four, five, six,


seven, eight, nine, ten Southern States; and suck brother carefully balanced on his toes. The baby
a lot of Western States and Territories Let me seemed to enjoy the sport, and it smiled sweetly
see Dear me, the world is getting heavy down on Charlie, as its little fat legs hung down
One, two, Don't wiggle so," he remarked to
his feet, which were getting very tired and shaky;
"hold steady, can't you ? One, two, Ow!! -
Hallo! !" he cried, as the world gave a distracted ,
lurch to the left, then careered wildly over Charlie's ,
head, and came down with a crash on the floor.
Alas alas A terrible crack showed itself be- , -, IM'
tween North and South America! Cuba was in
such splinters, that it would be hard to believe she
would ever look respectable again; and the Isth- .'I'
mus of Panama was parted asunder as if by an :
earthquake !
"O! 0! O!" cried Charlie. "What have I '
done? I've broken the world! I've broken the-
world and I 'm just as'sorry as ever I can be !"
But he went instantly and told his mother, like a
brave boy; and a dreadful time she had, gluing up
the cracks and splinters. She did not object to her
.son's "rolling" his lessons into his head, but she
forbade his ever again "educating his toes" with "DEAR ME, THE WORLD IS GETTING HEAVY.
anything so valuable as the world.
But, as everyone knows, boys will be boys, and one way and its round, red face and arms the other.
a little chap like Charlie could n't be expected to Down and up went the baby, as Charlie bent and
give up his curious pranks just because he hap- stretched out his legs, the little creature chuckling
opened to make a mistake in regard to the weight all the time with delight.
of the world. The last time I called on Charlie's Now I 'm going to spin you round," said
mother, I happened to look into the library, and' Charlie ; but before this performance commenced,
there, on the floor, I saw Charlie lying on his I rushed in and saved the baby.
back, with his feet in the air, and his little baby Did you ever see such a boy as Charlie ?

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I WAS born in Springfield,-excuse me if I don't we had girls then,-blithe, bonny creatures, with
mention how many years ago, for my memory is a health on their cheeks, modesty in their bright
little treacherous on some points, and it does not eyes, and the indescribable charm of real maidenli-
matter in the least. I was a gay young 'bus, with ness about them. So simply dressed, so quiet in
a long, red body, yellow wheels, and a picture of manner, so unconscious of display, and so full of
Washington on each side. Beautiful portraits, I innocent gaiety, that the crustiest passenger could
assure you, with powdered hair, massive nose, and not help softening as they came in. Bless their
a cataract of shirt-frill inundating his buff vest. dear hearts what would they say if they could see
His coat and eyes were wonderfully blue, and he the little fashion-plates school-girls are now ? The
stared at the world in general with superb dignity, seven-story Lats with jet daggers, steel arrows,
no matter how much mud might temporarily ob- and gilt horse-shoes on the sides, peacocks' tails in
scure his noble countenance. front, and quantities of impossible flowers tumbling
Yes, I was an omnibus to be proud of, for my off behind. The jewelry, the frills and bows, the
yellow wheels rumbled sonorously as they rolled; frizzled hair and high-heeled boots, and, worst of
my cushions were soft, my springs elastic, and my all, the pale faces, tired eyes, and ungirlish man-
varnish shone with a brilliancy which caused the ners.
human eye to wink as it regarded me. Well, well, I must not scold the poor dears, for
Joe Quimby first mounted my lofty perch, four they are only what the times make them-fast and
fine grey horses drew me from obscurity, and Bill loud, frivolous and feeble. All are not spoilt, thank
Buffum hung gaily on behind as conductor, for in heaven; for now and then, a fresh, modest face
my early days there were no straps to jerk, and goes by, and then one sees how lovely girlhood
passengers did not plunge in and out in the un- may be.
dignified way they do now. I saw many little romances, and some small
How well I remember my first trip, one bright tragedies, in my early days, and learned to take
spring day! I was to run between R6xbury and such interest in human beings, that I have never
Boston, and we set out in great style, with an ad- been able to become a mere machine.
miring crowd to see us off. That was the begin- When one of my worthy old gentlemen dropped
ning of a long and varied career; a useful one too, away, and I saw him no more, I mourned for him
I hope, for never did an omnibus desire to do its like a friend. When one of my housewifely women
duty more sincerely than I did. My heart yearned came in with a black bonnet on, and no little lad
over everyone whom I saw plodding along in the or lass clinging to her hand, I creaked my sym-
dust; my door opened hospitably to rich and poor, pathy for her loss, and tried not to jolt the poor
and no hand beckoned to me in vain. Can every- mother whose heart was so heavy. When one of
one say as much? my pretty girls entered blushing and smiling, with
For years I trundled to and fro punctually at my a lover close behind, I was as pleased and proud as
appointed hours, and many curious things I saw- if she had been my own, and every black button
many interesting people I carried. Of course, I that studded my red cushions twinkled with satis-
had my favorites, and though I did my duty faith- faction.
fully to all, there were certain persons whom I loved I had many warm friends among the boys who
to carry, whom I watched for and received into my were allowed to hang on behind," for I never
capacious bosom with delight, gave a dangerous lurch when they were there, and-
Several portly old gentlemen rode down to their never pinched their fingers in the door. No, I
business every day for years, and I felt myself gave a jolly rumble when the steps were full;
honored by such eminently respectable passengers. and I kept the father of his country beaming
Nice motherly women, with little baskets, daily so benignly at them that they learned to love his
went to market, for in earlier days housewives old face, to watch for it, and to cheer it as we
attended to these matters and were notable mana- went by.
gers. Gay young fellows would come swarming I was a patriotic 'bus; so you may imagine my
up beside Joe, and crack jokes all the way into feelings when, after years of faithful service on that
town, amusing me immensely. route, I was taken off and sent to the paint-shop,
But my especial pets were the young girls, for where a simpering damsel, with lilies in her hair,
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replaced G. Washington's honored countenance. I enjoyed the rest and quiet; but I was of a social
I was re-christened The Naiad Queen," which turn, and soon longed for the stirring life I had
disgusted me extremely, and kept to carry pic-nic left. I had no friends but a few grey hens, who
parties to a certain lake. roosted on my pole, laid eggs in the musty straw
Earlier in my life I should have enjoyed the fun, on my floor, and came hopping gravely down my
but I was now a middle-aged 'bus, and felt as if I steps with important cut, cut, ka da cuts !" when
wanted more serious work to do. However, I re- their duty was done. I respected these worthy
signed myself and soon found that the change did fowls, and had many a gossip with them; but their
me good, for in the city I was in danger of getting views were very limited, and I soon tired of their
grimy with mud, battered with banging over domestic chat.
stones, and used up with the late hours, noise and Chanticleer was coachman now, as in the days
excitement of town life. of Partlet and the nuts; but he never drove out,
Now I found great refreshment in carrying loads only flew up to my roof when he crowed, and sat
of gay young people into the country for a day of there, in his black and yellow suit, like a diligence-
sunshine, green grass, and healthful pleasure. driver sounding his horn. Interesting broods of
What jolly parties they were, to be sure Such chickens were hatched inside, and took their first
laughing and singing, feasting and frolicking; look at life from my dingy windows. I felt a grand-
such baskets of flowers and tresh boughs as they fatherly fondness for the downy things, and liked
carried home; and, better still, such blooming to have them chirping and scratching about me,
cheeks, happy eyes, and hearts bubbling over with taking small flights from my steps, and giving funny
the innocent gaiety of youth They soon seemed little crows in imitation of their splendid papa.
as fond of me as I was of them, for they welcomed Sundry cats called often, for rats and mice
me with shouts when I came, played games and haunted the stable, and these grey-coated hunts-
had banquets inside of me when sun or rain made men had many an exciting chase among my moth-
shelter pleasant, trimmed me up with wreaths as eaten cushions, over the lofts, and round the grain-
we went home in triumph, and gave three rousing bags.
cheers for the old 'bus when we parted. That was Here I shall end my days," I thought, and re-
a happy time, and it furnished many a pleasant signed myself to obscurity. But I was mistaken,
memory for duller days. for just as I was falling out of one long doze into
After several seasons of pic-nicing, I was taken to another, a terrible commotion among the cats,
an asylum for the deaf, dumb and blind, and daily hens and mice woke me up, and I found myself
took a dozen or so out for an airing. You can trundling off to the paint-shop again.
easily imagine this was a great contrast to my last I emerged from that fragrant place in a new
place; for now, instead of rollicking parties of boys scarlet coat, trimmed with black and ornamented
and girls, I took a sad load of affliction; and it with a startling picture of a salmon-colored Ma-
grieved me much to know that while some of the zeppa, airily dressed in chains and a blue sheet,
poor little creatures could see nothing of the beauty hanging by one foot to the back of a coal black
round them, the others could hear none of the steed with red nostrils and a tempestuous tail, who
sweet summer sounds, and had no power to ex- was wildly careering over a range of pea-green
press their happiness in blithe laughter or the gay mountains, on four impossible legs. It was much
chatter one so loves to hear. admired, but I preferred George Washington, like
But it did me good; for seeing them so patient the loyal 'bus that I am.
with their great troubles, I was ashamed to grum- I found I was to live in the suburbs and carry
ble about my small ones. I was now getting to be people to and from the station of a new railway,
an elderly 'bus, with twinges of rheumatism in my which, with the town, seemed to have sprung up
axletrees, many cracks like wrinkles on my once like mushrooms. Well, I bumped passengers
smooth paint, and an asthmatic creak to the hinges about the half-finished streets; but I did not like
of the door that used to swing so smartly to and it, for everything had changed much during my
fro. Yes, I was evidently getting old, for I began retirement. Everybody seemed in a tearing hurry
to think over my past, to recall the many passengers now,-the men to be rich, the women to be fine;
I had carried, the crusty or jolly coachmen I had the boys and girls could n't wait to grow up, but
known, the various horses who had tugged me over flirted before they were in their teens; and the
stony streets or dusty roads, and the narrow escapes very babies scrambled out of their cradles as if
I had had in the course of my career. each was bent on toddling farther and faster than
Presently, I found plenty of time for such remi- its neighbor. My old head quite spun round at the
niscences, for I was put away in an old stable and whirl everything was in, and my old wheels knew
left there undisturbed a long, long time. At first, no rest, for the new coachman drove like Jehu.


It is my private opinion that I should soon have creatures chirping and nestling in there like the
fallen to pieces if a grand smash had not settled chickens I told you of.
the matter for me. A gay young fellow undertook It's as nice as a house, Hans, and so warm I '11
to drive, one dark night, and upset his load in a soon be dry," said one of the homeless birds who
ditch, fortunately breaking no bones but mine. So had taken shelter in my bosom.
I was sent to a carriage factory for repairs; but, It's nicer than a house, Lotte, because we can
apparently, my injuries were past cure, for I was push it about if we like. I wish we could stay here
left on a bit of waste land behind the factory, to go always; I 'm so tired of the streets," sighed an-
to ruin at leisure, other young voice.
This is the end of all things," I said, with a "And I'm so hungry; I do wish mother would
sigh, as year after year went by and I stood there come," cried a very tired baby voice, with a sob.
alone, covered with wintry snow or blistered by Hush, go to sleep, my Lina I'll wake you if
summer sunshine. But how mistaken I was 1 for mother brings us bread, and if not you will feel no
just when all seemed most sad and solitary, the disappointment, dear."
happiest experience of my life came to me, and all Then the*elder sister seemed to wrap the little
the world was brightened for me by the coming of one close, and out of my heart came a soft lullaby
my dearest friends, as one child gave the other all she had-love and
One chilly spring night, when rain was falling care.
and the wind sighed dismally over the flats, I was In the shed yonder I saw a piece of carpet; I
waked from a nap by voices and the rustling of shall go and bring it to cover us, then you will not
straw inside my still strong body. shiver so, dear Lottchen," said the boy; and out
Some tramp," I thought, with a yawn, for I into the rainy darkness he went, whistling to keep
had often taken lodgers for a night, rent free. I his spirits up and hide his hunger.
remembered one very odd-looking old gentleman, Soon he came hurrying back with the rude
an artist with no money to spare, who had taken coverlet, and another voice was heard, saying, in
up his abode in me for two days. He would use the tone that only mothers use:
my cushions for a table, as he spread out his dinner Here is supper, dear children. Eat all; I have
no wish for any more. People were very good to
me, and there is enough for everyone." '
Then, with cries of joy, the hungry birds were
fed, the motherly wings folded over them, and all
seemed to sleep in the poor nest they had found.
All night the rain pattered on my old roof, but
not a drop went through; all night the chilly wind
S- crept round my windows, and breathed in at every
S broken pane, but the old carpet kept the sleepers
warm, and weariness was a sure lullaby. How
pleased and proud I felt that I could still be useful,
and how eagerly I waited for day to see yet more
Sof my new tenants! I knew they would go soon
2 Band leave me to my loneliness, so I longed to see
and hear all I could.
The first words the mother said, as she sat upon
-- the step in the warm April sun, pleased me im-
mensely, for they were of me.
Yes, Hans, it will be well to stay here a day at
S, least, if we may, for Lina is worn out and poor
Lotte so tired she can go no more. You shall
guard them while they sleep, and I will go again
for food and may get work. It is better out here
of dry biscuit and drier sausage, then go out in the in the sun than in some poor place in the city, and
wood to make sketches, and at last come back to I like it well, this friendly old carriage that shel-
me again for his night's lodging. Once he sketched tered us when most we needed it."
the sunset from my top, and his low whistling was So the poor woman trudged away like a true
quite pleasant to me; but he had gone long ago. mother-bird to find food for the ever-hungry brood,
Besides, the sounds I now heard were the voices of and Hans, a stout lad of twelve, set about doing
children, and I listened with interest to the little his part manfully.


When he heard the workmen stirring in the versal pet, and many a sixpence found its way into
great factory, he took courage, and going in told her little hand from the pockets of the kindly men,
his sad tale of the little tired sisters sleeping in the who took it out in kisses or the pretty songs she
old omnibus, the mother seeking work, the father sang them.
lately dead, and he (the young lad) left to guard All that summer my family prospered, and I was
and help the family. He asked for nothing but a happy old 'bus. A proud one, too, for the dear
leave to use the bit of carpet, and for any little job people loved me well, and in return for the shelter
whereby he might earn a penny. I gave them, they beautified me by all the humble
The good fellows had fatherly hearts under their means in their power. Some one gave Lotte a few
rough jackets, and lent a helping hand with the scarlet beans, and these she planted among the

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another's burdens. Each did what he could, and my wheels. The gay runners climbed fast, and
when the mother came backohe found the children when they reached the roof, Hans made a trellis of
fed and warmed, cheered by kind words and the old barrel hoops, over which they spread their
promise of help. broad leaves and bright flowers till Lina had a
Ah! it was a happy day for me when the green little bower up aloft, where she sat as
Schmidts came wandering by and found my door happy as a queen with the poor toys which her
ajar A yet happier one for them, since the work- baby fancy changed to playthings of the loveliest
men and their master befriended the poor souls so sort.
well that in a week the houseless family had a home Mother Schmidt washed and ironed busily all
and work whereby to earn their bread. day in her shed, cooked the soup over her gipsey
They had taken a fancy to me, and I was their fire, and when the daily work was done sat in the
home, for they were a hardy set and loved the sun shadow of the old omnibus with her children round
and air. Clever Hans and his mother made me as her, a grateful and contented woman. If anyone
neat and cosy as possible, stowing away their few asked her what she would do when our bitter win-
possessions as if on shipboard. The shed was given ter came, the smile on her placid face grew graver,
to mother Schmidt for a wash-house, and a gipsey but did not vanish, -as she laid her worn hands
fire built on the ground, with an old kettle slung together and answered with simple faith:
over it, in which to boil the clothes she washed for The good Gott who gave us this, home and
such of the men as had no wives. Hans and Lotte raised up these friends will not forget us, for He
soon found work selling chips and shavings from has such as we in His especial charge."
the factory, and bringing home the broken food She was'right, for the master of the great factory
they begged by the way. Baby Lina was a uni- was a kind man, and something in the honest,


hard-working family interested him so much that everybody so much good and leave such a pleasant
he could not let them suffer, but took such friendly memory behind.
thought for them that he wrought one of the pleas- That was my last trip, for the joyful agitation of
ant miracles which keep a rich man's memory green that day was too much for me, and no sooner was
in grateful hearts, though the world may never I safely landed in the field behind the little house
know of it. than one of my old wheels fell all to pieces, and I
When autumn came and the pretty bower began should have tumbled over like a decrepit old crea-
to fade, the old omnibus to be cold at night, and ture if the men had not propped me up. But I did
the shed too gusty even for the hardy German not care; my traveling days were past, and I was
laundress, a great surprise was planned and gaily quite content to stand there under the apple-trees,
carried out. On the master's birthday the men watching my family safe and busy in their new
had a holiday, and bade the Schmidts be ready to home.
take part in the festival, for all the factory people I was not forgotten, I assure you; for Germans
were to have a dinner in one of the long rooms, have much sentiment, and they still loved the old
A jovial time they had; and when the last bone omnibus that sheltered them when most forlorn.
had been polished off, the last health drank, and Even when Hans was a worker in the factory he
three rousing cheers for the master given with a found time to mend me up and keep me tidy;
will, the great joke took place. First the Schmidts pretty Lotte, in spite of much help given to the
were told to go and see what had been left for them hard-working mother, never forgot to plant some
in the 'bus, and off they ran, little dreaming what common flower to beautify and cheer her old friend;
was to come. I knew all about it, and was in a and little Lina, bless her heart! made me her
great twitter, for I bore a grand part in it. baby-house. She played there day after day, a
The dear unsuspecting family piled in, and were tiny matron, with her dolls, her kitten and her
so busy having raptures over certain bundles of bits of furniture, as happy a child as ever sang
warm clothes found there that they did not mind Bye-low" to a dirty-faced rag-darling. She is
what went on without. A dozen of the stoutest my greatest comfort and delight; and the proudest
men quietly harnessed themselves to the rope fast- moment of my life was when Hans painted her
ened to my pole, 'and at a signal trotted away little name on my door and gave me to her for her
with me at a great pace, while the rest, with their own.
wives and children, came laughing and shouting Here my story ends, for nothing now remains to
after. me but to crumble slowly to ruin and go where the
Imagine the amazement of the good Schmidts at good 'busses go; very slowly, I am sure, for my
this sudden start, their emotions during that tri- little mistress takes great care of me, and I shall
umphal progress, and their unspeakable surprise never suffer from rough usage any more. I am
and joy when their carriage stopped at the door of quite happy and contented as I stand here under
a tidy little house in a lane not far away, and they the trees that scatter their white petals on my rusty
were handed out to find the master waiting to wel- roof each spring; and well I may be, for after my
come them home. busy life I am at rest; the sun shines kindly on
Dear heart, how beautiful it all was! I cannot me, the grass grows greenly round me, good
describe it, but I would not have missed it for the friends cherish me in my old age, and a little child
world, because it was one of the scenes that do nestles in my heart, keeping it tender to the last.

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I AM going to put some things about Effie in new arm sewed on. Susan Sugarspoon and Eudora
my diary, and this is the reason why I am going N. Posy and Jenny Popover are not careful of their
to put them in. My mother says when Effie is a clothes, and so they cannot have some new ones.
great girl she will like to read some of the things N. stands for Nightingale. Dear little Polly Co-
she did and said when she was three years old. logne was the very smallest one of them all. She
And so will the Jimmyjohns when they grow up; was the baby rag-baby. She was just as cunning,
and so I shall put in some of their things, too, and she had hair that was n't ravelings. It was
when I have done putting in some of Effie's things, hair, and all the others have ravelings. Her cheeks
The Jimmyjohns are my little brothers-both of were painted pink. She had four bib-aprons, and
them twins, just alike, she had feet. We don't know where she is.
One time, Effie wanted to be dressed up in her Rover-that little dog that we used to have-car-
best clothes to go up in the tree and see the sun- ried her off in his mouth, and now she is lost.
birds. She thinks that the tops of the trees are Rover went away to find her when I told him to,
close up to the place where the sun is, and that and he did not come back. We don't know where
makes her call birds sun-birds. And she thinks Rover is. We think somebody stole him, or else
the birds light up the stars every night. My he would be heard of. We feel very sorry. He
mother asked her, What makes you think the was a good little dog. My father says he was only
birds light up the stars every night?" and Effie playing when he carried her off.
said, Because they have some wings to fly high I love all my rag-babies. I love Snip, but not
up." so much as I do Rover. I love dear little baby-
My father brought me home a pudding-pan brother. I love the Jimmies---both of them. I
to make little puddings in. It does n't hold very love Effie, and I love my mother and my father,
and Grandma Plummer. I don't love Aunt Debby.
S-Aunt Debby does not love little girls. When little
girls have a pudding-pan, Aunt Debby says it is all
nonsense for them to have them. My mother said
I might have plums in my pudding. I like to pick
r, over raisins. Sometimes my mother lets me eat

lets me eat eight. Then I shut up my eyes and
,) pick all the rest over with them shut up, because
S / then I cannot see how good they look. Grandma
SPlummer told me this way to do. Effie is not big
'?-" enough. She would put them in her arm-basket.
She puts everything in her arm-basket. She car-
ries it on her arm all the time, and carries it to the
table and up to bed. My mother hangs it on the
post of her crib. When she sits up to the table,
she hangs it on her chair.
One time, when the Jimmies were very little
boys, they picked up two apples that did not be-
much; it holds most a cupful. And Joey Moon- long to them, under Mr. Spencer's apple-tree, and
beam is going to have a party; and when she ate a part. Then, when they were eating them, a
does, my mother is going to show me how to make woman came to the door and said, Did n't you
a pudding in it. Joey Moonbeam is my very great know that you must n't pick up apples that are not
rag-baby. She has got a new hat. I made it. your own?" After she went in, the Jimmies carried
Cousin Hiram says he is going to draw a picture of them back, and put them down under the tree in
it on Joey Moonbeam's head in my diary, before the same place again.
she wears it all out. Betsey Ginger is going to I am going to tell what Effie puts in her arm-
have some new clothes to wear to Joey Moonbeam's basket. Tiwo curtain-rings; one steel pen she
party, and Dorothy Beeswax is going to have one found; some spools; some strings ; one bottle-it


used to be a smelling-bottle; my father's letter Hiram did, but a pretty bad one. He made it up
when he was gone away; a little basket that Hiram himself. My mother told Hiram that sirens did
made of a nutshell; a head of one little china doll; not howl. When Johnny was caught, Jimmy went
Betsey Beeswax sometimes, and sometimes one of under there, too, and had another bonnet, and
the other ones; a peach-stone to plant; a glass they both jumped out together to catch. The tune
eye of a bird that was not a live one; and a pill- the Jimmies sung was:
box, and a piece of red glass, and pink calico, and Toodle-doo was a dandy cock-robin;
an inkstand, and her beads, and a foot of a doll. He tied up his tail with a piece of blue bobbin.
One time it got tipped over when we played Effie was afraid to go under. Her arm-basket got
Siren." Mr. Tompkins was in here when we
"Sire" Mr. To kins ws in here whe upset and made her cry. Snip flew at Hiram when
played Siren." He looked funny with the things irHe ent under, too, when
Hiram caught Johnny. He went under, too, when
on. Cousin Floy told-us how to play it. The one H went u r .
that is the siren has to put on a woman's bonnet they ent under, and barked most all the time. I
was the one that got caught the most times, and so
and a shawl and then go under the table; and then I had to be judged, and I chose Cousin Floy
then sing under there, and catch the ones that come or my judge, and she judged me to tell a story.
close up when they run by. I caught Hiram's We are going to have pumpkin for dinner-I
foot. Hiram was so tall he could not get all under. Moonbeam's party is going to
mean squash. Joey Moonbeam's party is going to
Cousin Floy stood up in a chair to put the bonnet be a soap-bubble party. When Clarence was the
on him. My father did not sing a good tune; it siren, he sang:
was not any tune but a noise. My mother did, and Hop! hop! hop!
cousin Floy did, too. Mr. Tompkins squealed. Go and never stop.
Mr. Tompkins could get way under. The one that Sometimes Clarence stops to play with us when he
is caught has to be the siren. Soon as the siren comes here. My mother says he is a very good
begins to sing, then the others go that way to boy. His father is dead; his mother is sick; so is
listen, and go by as fast as they can. The siren his little brother. He has got two little brothers
jumps out and catches them. My father got and two little sisters. They do not have enough to
caught. He did not want to put on the bonnet, eat. He comes here to get the cold victuals my
but he did. He did not sing such a bad tune as mother has done using.



IF you have ever crossed the ocean and have ap- able to make our New-Year calls as usual; but
preached land in the night-time, you know some- New-Year's Day came, and still we were afloat in a
thing about the utility of light-houses. It was in driving storm, with the wind dead against us, the
this way that I learned my first practical lesson on air filled with snow, sleet and rain, and the decks
the subject. I came home from England in a flooded. We did not meet a passing ship in all
Guion steamer during the stormy December of the long voyage.
1872. With ordinary good fortune we should have One day when we were crossing the banks of
been in New York on Christmas Day, but instead Newfoundland, a dreamy little owl was wafted into
of that we were I,500 miles away, tossing about in the rigging, and was caught and given to the stew-
the wildest sea. Five dispirited passengers ate a ardess, who cried over it; but that was all we had
lonely Christmas dinner together in the saloon, to remind us that we were not in a world without
with our good old captain at the head of the table. form, and without land for its boundaries.
The stewards had kindly sought to cheer us with a In our twentieth day our, the reckonings showed
tiny plaster-of-Paris Santa Claus, and as if to cast that we were near Long Island, and the wind fell,
our drooping hearts lower, a lurching wave struck only to be followed by a dreary grey mist. The
the vessel abeam, and threw the smiling little figure captain was a bluff, mirth-loving old salt, but now
to the other end of the saloon, breaking him into a his face wore an anxious look, and he was not for a
thousand chalky atoms. Then we all prayed to be minute absent from the bridge. It was time for a


pilot to board us, and guide us past the shoals here- the light glimmering in the haze on the starboard
about into port. The night came on, and the bow. Soon, too, there appeared ahead of us the
quivering engines that had been plodding cease- yet brighter beams of the Highland lights. The
lessly these twenty days were ordered dead slow." captain then came down from his chilly post on the
Men were on the look-out at the bow and at the bridge, with his ruddy, storm-beaten face wreathed
niast-head. At intervals there was heard coming in smiles, and his changed manner showed that all
from the watches overhead, as out of heaven, a was safe, and how great was the care that had been
long-drawn cry : All-1-1-1 's well-1-1-1." And removed from his mind by these sentinel "pillars
oftener yet was heard the cry of the quarter-master of fire." He had crossed the ocean ten times a

as he measured with a line attached to a leaden year for nearly a quarter of a century, and since
plummet the number of fathoms of water in which the Fire Island and Highland lights were built,
we moved: "By the deep, nine!" "By the deep, they had ever been the best of friends to him,
ten!" and so on through many changes. The cap- throwing warmth and joy into his heart when its
tain was grave and silent, almost rude to those who cares were the heaviest.
interrupted him. The fog-whistle shrieked dis- Many other vessels were beating towards our
cordantly every minute, and all ears were awake coast on that bleak January night, with its decep-
for a response. The steamer labored cautiously tive mist and angry seas, and many hundred mari-
onward in the mysterious night as if uncertain of ners were seeking in the darkness for the lights
her position. We five passengers stood shivering that point the way to safety. It is the same every
in our thickest wrappers near the wheel-house. night in the year, winter and summer. The ships
The mist came down suddenly, and suddenly it have their compasses, and the officers their sextants
arose. Fire Island light abeam !" That was and quadrants. When the sun is in sight they can
the glad sound that we now heard. We could see determine tleir position with tolerable certainty.


But sometimes the sun is hidden under the clouds sive stone towers, each 53 feet high, and placed
for days together, and they have to depend on what 248 feet above the sea-level. The apparatus is the
they call a dead reckoning," which is not so cer- best, and the light can be seen 25 miles away.
tain. The mysterious currents of the ocean may The light-houses simplify navigation and lessen
carry them miles out of their course without a its dangers, thus encouraging commerce by pre-
warning. venting the shipwrecks that increase the cost of
This was the case when the steamship "Atlan- transportation. But it is not alone for their econo-
tic" was wrecked, about two years ago. She was my that they are valuable. They protect the lives.
bound for Halifax, Nova Scotia, and one day at of our sailors, and were established, first of all, with
noon a dead reckoning showed that she was about that noble purpose. Less than one hundred years
200 miles away from that port. Her engines were ago there were only eighty-four light-houses in the
making twelve miles an hour; but she drifted into United States. To-night, as you sit by the window
a current setting inland, which accelerated her watching the lamp-lighter hurrying through the
speed to eighteen miles without indicating it. darkening streets at sunset, five hundred and.
Thus, when she was thought to be at sea she was ninety-one beacons twinkle seaward on the coast
actually close to the coast, and ran into the rocks, from the St. Croix river, on the boundaries of
drowning 400 human beings. Maine, to the Rio Grande, on the Gulf of Mexico,
So you will understand that in nearirig the land and cover a distance of over 5,000 miles on the
by night the mariners strain their eyes for the Atlantic coast, 1,500 miles more on the Pacific
light-houses, and move cautiously until they see coast, 3,000 miles on the great Northern lakes, and
the beacon that assures them of their true bearings 700 miles on the inland rivers. There is scarcely



and aids them as the finger-posts aided the road- a square foot on the margin of the sea throughout
side travelers of old. the 5,oo000 miles of Atlantic coast that is not illumin-
I ought to tell you here, before I speak of ated by light-house rays, and, in clear weather, the
other things, that the finest lights in America are mariner passing out of sight of one light immedi-
those called the Highlands. They are built on a ately gains another.
beautiful knoll in the Highlands, New Jersey, and If all these lights were alike they would lead to
overlook the Atlantic ocean. There are two mas- disastrous mistakes, and instead of guiding they

over-look the Atlantic ocean. There are two mas- disastrous mistakes, and instead of guiding they


would confuse. Accordingly, they are divided men. The sites of light-houses and the stations of
into six kinds. The first-order lights are intended light-ships are chosen in the most exposed neigh-
to give warning of the approach of land, and are borhoods, and where wrecks are most frequent.
supplied with the best apparatus, visible at the On Block Island, in the approach to the Long
greatest distance; the second-order lights are of Island Sound, fifty-nine ships were lost between
the next best quality, not so powerful as the first, the years 1819 and 1838, in several instances with
and they mark capes and approaches to bays and all their crews. Think of that, children There
sounds; the third-order lights are inferior to either was a place for a beacon, and a beacon was built
of the above, and point bays that are very wide and which has since warned off many an imperiled ves-
intricate, like the Delaware bay; the fourth, fifth sel. In the recommendations of sites made by in-
and sixth-order lights are usually simple lanterns, spectors to the Light-house Board for new houses,
marking the shoals, wharves and other prominent we read such statements as these:
points in smaller bays and rivers. This is a dangerous reef, and an obstruction to navigation. The
They are also distinguished more exactly in an- channel is habitually used by the Providence steamers, and it is
other way. In some instances the lights are white recommended that a light-house and fog-bell be erected immediately.
This is one of the most difficult places for even experienced navi-
and fixed; in others they are white and revolve at gators to pass at night. The soundings vary from one hundred feet
stated intervals, of which the mariner is informed; to five feet within the space of a hundred yards. It is therefore
in other instances they are red and fixed, or red recommended that a light-house be built at an expense of $40,000.
and revolving, and again they are red and white, I have quoted these two paragraphs from an
official document containing many
S.- .- others of the same nature. They
explain more briefly than I could
S- - -- the objects of the light-houses. You
f will readily understand, of course,
that the construction of the lights is
often attended with the greatest dif-
ficulty, owing to the fact already
mentioned that the locations selected
-are exposed to the fiercest buffets of
winds and sea. 'The best skill of the
S- engineers and as much money as
-- would pay for a palace are some-
-."- '. "- .-- - -, -_ times expended in an apparently in-
significant and cheap-looking tower
About seventeen miles by water
exhibiting each color alternately, or varying a from Boston, there is a rock called Minot's Ledge,
steady white flame with a crimson flash. The dis- exposed to the full sweep of the Atlantic ocean. It is
tinctions are so decided and numerous that the about a mile and a-half from the nearest mainland,
look-out at the mast-head can tell in an instant and within thirty years ten barques, fourteen brigs,
which light it is that he sees. The principal guides sixteen schooners, and three sloops were cast upon it
to the harbor of New York for incoming ocean and wrecked. At extreme low water, an area about
steamships are those that served so well the Guion thirty feet in diameter is.visible, the highest point
steamship about which we spoke at the beginning, not more than three and a-half feet above the
and the lights of the Sandy Hook light-ship. If water-line. But when the weather is rough, the
these were all the same in color and form, the old- breakers alone tell of its hidden dangers. In 1842
est captain might possibly mistake one for the it was said that a light-house was more urgently
*other, and so run his vessel aground. But each is wanted here than at any other point in New Eng-
different. The Fire Island light-house exhibits a land, but it was deemed almost impossible to build
white flash, the Highland a fixed white light, and one. Nevertheless, the task was accepted by some
the light-ship a fixed red light. Upon such dis- engineers, and successfully done at a cost of
tinctions as these the success of the system much $250,000. In the first year only thirty hours of
depends. Another very important point is that no work were done, and one hundred and fifty-seven
changes shall be made in the appearance of the hours' work in the second year. And. even more
light-houses until a notice of them has been pub- difficult was the building, of the light-house on
lished in the maritime columns of the newspapers Spectacle lReef, Lake Huron, which cost $3oo,ooo.
and in official circulars distributed among seafaring Several times the whole thing threatened to come


tumbling down before the weather gave the engin- anchored as day-marks over shoals and along the
eers a chance to put it on a firm foundation. Some channels of harbors. Like the light-houses, they
of the light-houses are slight frame structures, not are divided into many distinct kinds, to prevent
costing more than $10,ooo or $20,000, and these mariners from falling into error. Some of them are
cheaper ones appear much more pretentious than massive iron cans of balloon shape, and others are
others like that solitary, unadorned pillar that mere floating spars. They are also distinguished
gleams the night long on the dreaded Minot's by triangles, cages and bells, and by their color,
Ledge. which is sometimes red, sometimes red and black,
Perhaps, by this time, you are ready to ask who sometimes black and white, sometimes yellow and
it is that builds and contracts the light-houses. It sometimes all black.
is an organization called the Light-house Board, In addition to these guides for the mariner, the
which includes eminent soldiers, eminent sailors Light-house Board provides at points along the
and eminent scientific men. I doubt that there is coast immense fog-horns, which are blown by
another official body in the United States where steam or hot air in foggy weather. The light-ships
members are so well adapted for their duties. One are ordinary schooners of great strength, which ex-
of them is especially fitted by a minute knowledge hibit powerful lights at their mast-heads.
of the coast to select proper sites; another is an Light-houses are strange and lonely homes for
army engineer, thoroughly qualified to plan and men to live in. Some of them are perched out on
build; a third is a naval officer, who can direct the the ocean, with the land scarcely in sight, and the
equipment of the light-ships and tenders and choose
the most suitable crews, and a fourth is a scientific
man, who can decide upon new inventions that
promise new sources of light or improvements in
the optical parts of the light-houses. Thus you
will see that each part of the system is under the
care of some one who, by education and experience,
is most capable of doing the work that is expected
from him.
For instance, the scientific man has to select the
apparatus that will give the greatest light at the
least cost. The simplest light possible is the con-
mon torch or candle, but this is wasteful, as it
sends its beams in every direction,-toward the
ground beneath, the zenith above, and to the in-
terior of the land as well as towards the sea. An
improvement is made by adding a reflector, which
throws all the light seaward. Another improve-
ment is made by combining several reflectors, each
with a separate light. The light is thus much in- -
creased in quantity, but not in penetrating power,
which is most essential, the mirrors scattering the I -
rays too widely. The latest improvement is a I I
beautiful apparatus consisting of lenses and prisms i
of glass, which concentrate and intensify every ray .'-- l
of light, and send one broad beam out towards Iii
the sea. i.. !
A light-house, with this apparatus, may be : II
visible twenty-five miles off, while a common lamp -,
consuming more oil would be lost at half that dis- III1 1,I :"il
tance. All such things as these the scientific man !ll
must find out and put in effect. The soldier and _
the sailor would be out of place here; they have LANTERN OF A FIRST-ORDER LIGHT-HOUSE.
their work in manning and equipping the houses
and vessels that the engineer has built and the restless sea forever beating and moaning around
scientific man has lighted, them. The keepers of these do not see other
I should add that the Light-house Board also human faces than their own in a quarter of a year.
establishes and takes care of the buoys, which are Night and day they are on the watch, gladdened


awhile by a sail that appears for a little while and books, and a great many things to do in their
then floats out of sight, below the horizon. They father's household. Their life, with all its romance,
might be out of the world, for all they know of its is not one of idleness, you may be sure. Some-
concerns, its losses and gains, its battles and its times their work is hard and earnest. There is a
victories, the changes that each day brings forth. light-house off Newport, where an old man lives,
There are other light-houses situated on the coast, and with him his daughter. From a wild little girl
but so remote that they are never visited; and she has grown to be a young woman, full of color,
others that are surrounded by the civilization of a and strength, and courage. She was born by the
fishing village, and on summer days are crowded by sea and has always lived by the sea. When she
fashionable people from the neighboring watering- was very small she used to talk to the waves and
places. But for the most part, except in the ap- listen to their moaning answers. Oftentimes from
preaches to flourishing ports, they are built out on her nest on the ledge of rocks, when the wind, and
the farthest margin of the land, on far-reaching sea, and sky have been in fiercest strife, she has
capes and peninsulas, on iron-bound headlands, on seen some vessel in distress, and in a small row-
detached rocks and sandy shoals. The light-ships boat has pulled herself out and brought the men to
are still worse off, anchored as they are in stormy the warmth of her father's house. I do not exactly
waters, and forever rolling, plunging, leaping in know how many lives she has saved, but nearly
every year she does a heroic deed of the
-kind. You have heard of her, no doubt;
S she was married some time ago, but she
is still known by the name of her child-
-- hood-Ida Lewis.
Light-houses and light-ships often are
Iu _- able to send aid to the shipwrecked, and
are virtually life-saving stations. The
.s ing.- annals of the Board show that whenever
-- 'p it is practicable the keepers bravely assist
in bringing sailors to the shore. Thus
thei I have before me a printed form which
is headed as follows:" Quarterly Return
Su of Shipwrecks in the Vicinity of the
S Light-vessel stationed at Bartlett's Reef,
for the quarter ending on the 31st of
--K March, 1874." Two schooners the
SCIGHT-SHIIP. "Cahill" and the "Speedwell"-were
cast ashore on the reef, and became total
perpetual unrest, clipped of their wings, while other wrecks, during a strong gale blowing from the
vessels are passing and repassing, shortening sail north-west on March 23d. Two columns in the
as they enter port and spreading the canvas as they exhibit tell this simple story:
start out anew. No. of Crew and Pas- No. of Crew and Pas-
The light-ships are manned by men alone, but sengers Lost. sengers Saved.
in the light-houses the keepers are allowed to have None. All.
their wives, and children are born unto them and Complete details are supplied by the keepers in
brought up with the sea and the sea-birds and the another report, showing the condition of the
distant ships for companions. Many a pretty story weather, the hour when the vessels were first seen
or poem has been woven about children living in from the light, the hour when they struck, and
this fashion. They learn the secrets and wonders proof that every assistance possible was rendered to
of the sea, and feel glad when it sings softly on the them.
calm days and sad when its bosom is ruffled and The keepers and their assistants are mostly old
white in the storms. Their little heads are full of sailors and soldiers who have seen actual service in
strange fancies about Nature, and I do not believe the wars. There are eight hundred of them, each
they could understand or enjoy the life that you paid between four hundred and six hundred dollars
and I lead at home. Somehow I cannot think of a year, besides board and lodging. The regula-
them as real children. They seem more like tions require them to be able-bodied, over eighteen
water-sprites that have their home in the 'blue years of age, and able to read and write. They
depths among other delicate plants that blossom must also be intelligent, and have a knowledge of
there. But they have lessons to learn from school- the general principles of optics and mechanics, for


the lenses and machinery in -- -
their care are both delicate and
costly. An unskillful or care-
less man might spoil the lamp;
and as the stations are some-
times hundreds of miles away
from civilization, as on the Pa- -
cific coast, several weeks might -
elapse before it could be re- -
paired. In the meantime, the
shipping would be in constant -
danger. On the intelligence,
fidelity and experience of the
keepers thousands of lives and -. -
millions of dollars depend. "
You must not think that they
are perfectly secure from danger.
Sometimes, in a heavy gale, a ,.'
light-ship parts her moorings-. .' .--
and is threatened with destruc- -- _---_._--- --- .
Lion on a lee shore, and all the -:'---- :
skill and all the bravery of her
crew are needed to save her. OBBIN 'S REEF LIGHT-HOUSE, IN NEW YORK BAY.
Sometimes, too, a light-house is
destroyed, toppled over by the sea. On the shoals year, the light was burning brightly over the foam-
about the southern coast, the light-houses are ing seas, and the keeper was on duty watching the
mostly fragile iron frames bedded in the sand, as lantern. The wind blew from a severe gale to a
you will see in the picture on the next page of the hurricane, and the frame of the house trembled
light-house at Alligator Reef, Florida. under the force that beat it. Still the wind in-
Such a one as this-a screw-pile light-house it creased in violence, rocking the lantern and soon
is called-formerly stood on a lonely place known upsetting it. The keeper then feared for his life,
as Dog Island, also off the coast of Florida. One and decided to trust himself to the waves in a small
fearful night during the November gales of last boat and make for the shore. He had scarcely left
the tottering structure when it
-- --- - fell and disappeared, an utter
='- -- -= -- wreck, into the water.
The first duty of the keepers
,,- I is to exhibit their lights punc-
S--- tually at sunset and extinguish
S.' them punctually at sunrise. The
l -- 1-"- flame must be kept at its great-
est attainable height, and the
whole illuminating apparatus
-i "' 'I ~perfectly clean and free from
dampness. One man is on
j watch constantly. In thick and
"- stormy weather he must see
that there is no snow or mois-
ture on the lantern glass, and he
is strictly forbidden to stand in
front of the light or to allow any
Other person to do so. If by an
evil chance one of the panes of
glass is blown out or dashed out
by sea-birds, another must be
S- -- in readiness to replace it im-
A ROOn IN THE LIGHT-HOUSE AT ROBBINS REEF. mediately. As soon as his own


beacons as are visible, specifying how they ap-
pear, whether bright or faint, and whether the
weather is thick or clear. In case any light that
ought to be seen is not visible, he must inform the
inspectors as soon as possible. Meantime, the
--- other light-house keepers are returning the com-
-- pliment, and noting in their journals the condition
of his light. In this manner a careless or inatten-
S tive keeper is soon found out. There are also on
patrol a number of steam and sailing vessels be-
--" -longing to the Light-house Board, whose captains
S. _-- observe and report on the exhibition made at each
Four times a year the more distant houses are
..:_ -=._ visited by tenders, which supply them with food for
---- -. the next three or six months. It often happens
that the keepers are confined at their station for
--this length of time by stress of weather or extreme
-_ .. distance from the shore. Usually, however, the
--_ -*- smaller vessels passing near hail them, and ex-
_- change fresh vegetables and fruit for salt pork,
_perhaps throwing a newspaper, several weeks old,
- -into the bargain. Vegetables and newspapers are
S-- the greatest luxuries you can bestow on the Crusoe
LIGHT-HOUSE AT ALLIGATOR REEF, FLORIDA. keepers. The pilot-boats are especially good
lights are burning, he must note in his journal the friends to them, calling often, and doing many
names of such other light-houses and lighted little kindnesses for them.

(Translation of French Story in A ugust Number.)

MY children, this is Jack, the prettiest little tive, we are obliged to cover him with a little dress
monkey that ever was seen; but as his portrait of red flannel, he has, I can assure you, a very
gives but a faint idea of what he is, I add a few young and frisky air, in spite of his white beard.
words for you. He has for his special use a tiny chair, placed in
Jack came from Africa, from a good missionary the warmest corner of the chimney, and nothing is
who is one of our friends, who sent him to us across more amusing than to see him gravely seated on it,
the sea. Great was our joy, as you may well sup- warming his feet at the fire, and holding on his
pose, when one day a stout sailor presented himself knees a doll, for which he has a great affection,
with this little black creature in his arms. At once and with which he plays as could the prettiest little
Jack showed himself very tame, and even affection- girl.
ate, as soon as he saw himself supplied with sweet- Unhappily, Jack will not keep still long in one
meats and bon-bons. place, any more than a child of his age. He touches
He is not much bigger than one of those grey everything; he rummages everywhere; he turns
squirrels which you see running in the woods. He the hands of the clock to hear it strike; he
has a little brown head, with a collar and long scratches the books, and' opens all the boxes which
whiskers of white hair, which would give him the he can put his little hand on, in quest of sugar and
air of a little old man, with a skull-cap of velvet, if of cakes, of which he is very fond. Sometimes his
his great black eyes, so keen and bright, did not power of imitation gets him into trouble and causes
quickly change his venerable appearance; and as, him a great frjght, as when he locked himself in a
on account of the cold, to which he is very sensi- closet by turning the key, so that it was necessary


to send for a locksmith to get him out of his prison, They tell us that Jack might be taught a hundred.
where he was lamenting his fate with piercing amusing tricks; and his education was probably
cries. commenced by the sailor during his long voyage,
Like all spoiled children, Jack dislikes to go to for he turns a somersault like a real acrobat. It
bed; and when he sees the preparations to take must be said in his praise that he seems anxious to
him away from the warm and lighted parlor, he cultivate this unique talent, and often practices of
runs to his mistress, climbs on her shoulder, and his own accord, supporting himself on his head,
puts his arms around her neck and fairly cries to be his feet in the air, and turning himself over with a
kept, like a real baby. He is very much offended, dexterity of which he seems very proud; but no one
and protests with all the force of his lungs, if he is of us has the courage to impose upon him too
excluded from the dining-room at the hour of severe studies.
meals. Seated on his little chair, holding, with His life in our climate, so severe for these poor
much address, a saucer on his knees, he follows little creatures, accustomed to the sun of Africa,
with his great black eyes all the details of the ser- cannot be a very long one. He is going to pass
vice with an interest which shows itself noisily at the summer in the country, in the midst of flowers
the appearance of the dessert. Everything is good and fruits; and then if the first frosts should take
to him, whether it be the ice-cream or only an from us our little pet, we shall bury him under a
apple or a nut. But he has his preference, which rose-bush, happy to think that we have at least en-
he testifies by a low grunt of satisfaction, or by joyed for some months his pretty ways, and have
pushing away from his plate any morsels which do filled his short existence with as much happiness as
not suit his taste, was possible.



CHAPTER XXX. not "hold still" any longer than that little crea-
ture did.
A GIRL AND A GUN. Then there appeared a small brown lizard. It
A SHORT distance beyond the place where Kate came very rapidly right down the path towards
had been left, there was a small by-path; and Kate.
when, still carefully carrying her gun, she reached If it comes all the way," thought Kate, I
this path, Kate stopped. Here would be a good shall have to jump."
place, she thought, to wait for game. Something But it did not come all the way, and Kate re-
would surely come into that little path, if she kept mained quiet.
herself concealed. For some time no living creatures, except butter-
So she knelt down behind a small bush that flies and other insects, showed themselves. Then,
grew at a corner of the two paths, and putting all of a sudden, there popped into the middle
her gun through the bush, rested the barrel in a of the path, not very far from Kate, a real, live
crotch. rabbit 1
The gun now pointed up the by-path, and there It was quite a good-sized rabbit, and Kate trem-
was an opening in the bush through which Kate bled from head to foot. Here was a chance indeed !
could see for some distance. To carry home a fat rabbit would be a triumph.
Here, then, she watched and waited. She aimed the gun as straight towards the rabbit
The first thing that crossed the path was a very as she could, having shut the wrong eye several
little bird. It hopped down from a twig, it jerked times before she got the matter arranged to her
its head about, it pecked at something on the satisfaction. Then she remembered that she had
ground, and then flew up into a tree. Kate would not cocked the gun, and so she had to do that,
not have shot it on any account, for she knew it which, of course, made it necessary for her to aim
was not good to eat; but she could not help won- all over again.
during how people ever did shoot birds, if they did She cocked only one hammer, and she did it so,


gently that it did not frighten the rabbit, although But Bunny was n't asleep. He was thinking.
lie flirted his ears a little when he heard the He was trying to make up his mind about some-
" click, click Everything was so quiet that he thing. There was no way of finding out what it
probably thought he heard some insect, probably was that he was trying to make up his mind about.
a young or ignorant cricket that did not know.how He might have been wondering why some plants
to chirp properly, did n't grow with their roots uppermost, so that he
So he sat very still and nibbled at some leaves could get at them without rubbing his little nose
that were growing by the side of the path. He in the dirt; or why trees were not good to eat
looked very pretty as he sat there, taking his right through trunk and all. Or he might have
dainty little bites and jerking up his head every been trying to determine whether it would be
now and then, as if he were expecting somebody, better for him to go over to 'Lijah Ford's garden,
"I must wait till he's done eating," thought and try to get a bite at some cabbage leaves; or to
Kate. It would be cruel to shoot him now." run down to the field just outside of the woods,
Then he stopped nibbling all of a sudden, as if where he would very likely meet a certain little
lie had just thought of something, and as soon as girl rabbit that he knew very well.
he remembered what it was, he twisted his head But whatever it was, he had no sooner made up
around and began to scratch one of his long ears his mind about it than he gave one big hop and
with his hind-foot. He looked so funny doing this was out of sight in a minute.
that Kate came near laughing; but, fortunately, There !" cried Kate. He's gone "
she remembered that that would not do just then. I reckon he thought he'd guy you 'bout chance
When he had finished scratching one ear, he enough, Miss Kate," said a voice behind her, and,
.seemed to consider the question whether or not he turning hurriedly, she saw Uncle Braddock.
should scratch the other one; but he finally came "Why, how did you come here ?" she exclaimed.
to the conclusion that he would n't. He 'd rather I did n't hear you."
hop over to the other side of the path and see Reckon not, Miss Kate," said the old man.
what was there. You don't s'pose I was agoin' to frighten away
This, of course, made' it necessary for Kate to yer game. I seed you a-stoopin' down aimin' at
take a new aim at him. something and I jist creeped along, a little a time,
Whatever it was that he found on the other side to see what it was. Why, what did come over you,
,of the path it grew under the ground, and he Miss Kate, to let that ole har go ? It was the put-
stuck his head down as far as he could get it, and tiest shot I ever did see."
bent up his back, as if he were about to try to turn Oh I could n't fire at the dear little thing
a somersault, or to stand on his head. while it was eating so prettily," said Kate, letting
"How round and soft he is!" thought Kate. down the hammer of the gun as easily as she
How I should like to pat him. I wonder when could; and then he cut up such funny little
he 'll find whatever it is that he's looking for! capers that I came near laughing right out. I
What a cunning little tail could n't shoot him while he was so happy, and I 'm
The cunning little tail was soon clapped flat on glad I did n't do it at all."
the ground, and Mr. Bunny raised himself up and "All right, Miss Kate," said Uncle Braddock, as
sat on it. He lifted his nose and his fore-paws in he started off on his way through the woods;
the air and seemed to be smelling something good. that may be a werry pious way to go a-huntin',
His queer little nose wiggled so comically that but it wont bring you in much meat."
Kate again came very near bursting out laughing. When Harry. came back from hunting for the
How I would love to have him for a pet! she bee-tree, which he did n't find, he saw Kate walk-i
said to herself. ing slowly down the path towards the village, the
After sniffing a short time, the rabbit seemed to gun under her arm, with the muzzle carefully
come to the conclusion that he was mistaken, after pointed towards the ground.
all, and that he did n't really smell anything so
very good. He seemed disappointed, however, for CHAPTER XXXI.
he lifted up one of his little fore-paws and rubbed N N A BOT.
it across his eyes. But, perhaps, he was n't so
very sorry, but only felt like taking a nap, for he ON a very pleasant afternoon that fall, a man
stretched himself out as far as he could, and then came down Crooked Creek in a small, flat-bottomer
drew himself up in a bunch, as if he were going to boat. He rowed leisurely, as if he had been row-
sleep. ing a long distance and felt a little tired. In one
"I wish he would n't do that," thought Kate, end of the boat was a small trunk.
anxiously. "I don't want to shoot him in his sleep." As this man, who had red hair, and a red face,


and large red hands, pulled slowly along the creek, used to live, he was still more astonished; for a
turning his head every now and then to see where telegraph wire ran through one corner of the back-
he was going, he gradually approached the bridge yard.
that crossed the creek near One-eyed Lewston's" Cousin Maria now lived in this house, and George
cabin. Just before he reached the bridge, he Mason was coming to pay her a visit. His appear-
noticed what seemed to him a curious shadow run- ance was rather a surprise to her, but still she wel-
ning in a thin, straight line across the water. comedy him. She was a good soul.
Resting on his oars, and looking up to see what Almost before he asked her how she was, he put
there was above him to throw such a shadow, he the question to her:
perceived a telegraph wire stretching over the "What telegraph line's that?"

creek, and losing itself to sight in the woods on So Cousin Maria wiped her hands on her long
each side gingham apron (she had been washing her best
A telegraph wire was an ordinary sight to this set of china), and she sat down and told him all
man, but this particular wire seemed to astonish about it.
him greatly. "You see, George," said she, "that there line
"mWhat on earth is this?" he asked out loud. was the boys' telegraph line, afore they sold it
But there was no one to answer him, and so, after to the Mica people; and when the boys put it up
puzzling his mind for a few minutes, he rowed on. they expected to make a heap of money, which I
When that man reached the point in the creek reckon they did n't do, or else they would n't have
to which he was bound, and, with his trunk on sold it. But these Mica people wanted it, and they
his shoulder, walked up to the house where he lengthened it at both ends, and bought it of the
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VoL. I.--48.


boys-or rather of Harry Loudon, for he was the made up their minds to be at the court-house when
smartest of the lot, and the real owner of the thing his trial should take place.
-he and his sister Kate-as far as I could see. On the second night of his imprisonment, George
And when they stretched the line over to Heter- Mason forced open a window of his cell and went
town, they came to me and told me how the line away. And what was more, he staid away. He
ran along the road most of the way, but that they had no desire to be at thb court-house when his
could save a lot of time and money (though I don't trial took place.
see how they could save much of a lot of money No one felt more profound satisfaction when
when, according' to all accounts, the whole line George Mason left the country, and the telegraph
did n't cost much, bein' just fastened to pine-trees, line was once more in working order, than Harry
trimmed off, and if it had cost much, them boys and Kate.
could n't have built it, for I reckon the Mica people They had had an idea that if George Mason
did n't help 'em a great deal, after all),-if I would should persist in cutting the telegraph line, the
let them cut across my grounds with their wire, Mica Company would give it up, and that they
and I hadn't no objection, anyway, for the line might be called upon to refund the money on
did n't do no harm up there in the air, and so I said which Aunt Matilda depended for support. They
certainly they might, and they did, and there it is." had been told that they need not trouble them-
When George Mason heard all this, he walked selves about this, as the Mica Company had taken
out of the back-door and over to the wood-pile, all risks; but still they were delighted when they
where he got an axe and cut down the pole that heard that George Mason had cleared out, and
was in Cousin Maria's back-yard. And when the that there was every reason to suppose that he
pole fell, it broke the wire, just as Mr. Martin had would not come back.
got to the sixth word of a message he was sending
over to Hetertown. CHAPTER XXXII.
Cousin Maria was outraged. AUNT MATILDA'S LETTER.
George Mason !" said she, "you can.stay here
as long as you like, and you can have part of what- ONE afternoon,, about the end of October, Aunt
ever I've got in the house to eat, but I'll never Matilda was sitting in her big, straight-backed
sit down to the table with you till you've mended chair, on one side of her fireplace. There was a
that wire and nailed it to another pole." wood fire blazing on the hearth, for the days were
All right," answered George Mason. Then getting cool and the old woman liked to be warm.
I '11 eat alone." On the other side of the fireplace sat Uncle Brad-
When Mr. Martin and the Mica Mine people dock. Sitting on the floor, between the two, were
and the Akeville people and Harry and Kate and John William Webster and Dick Ford. In the
all the boys and everybody black and white heard doorway stood Gregory Montague. He was not
what had happened, there was great excitement. on very good terms with Aunt Matilda, and was
It was generally agreed that something must be rather afraid to come in all the way. On the bed
done with George Mason. He had no more right sat Aunt Judy.
to cut down that pole because he had once lived on It must not be supposed that Aunt Matilda was
the place, than he had to go and cut down any of giving a party. Nothing of the kind. These
the neighbors' bean-poles. colored people were not very much engrossed with
So the sheriff and some deputy-sheriffs (Tony business at this time of the year; and as it was not
Kirk among them), and a constable and a number far from supper-time, and as they all happened to
of volunteer constables, went off after George be near Aunt Matilda's cabin that afternoon, they
Mason, to bring him to justice. thought they 'd step in and see her.
It was more than a week before they found him, Does any of you uns know," asked Aunt Ma-
and it is probable that they would not have cap- tilda, whar Ole Miles is now ? Dey tells me he
tured him at all had he not persisted in staying in don't carry de mails no more."
the neighborhood, so as to be on hand with his No," said John William Webster, who was
axe, in case the line should be repaired, always quick to speak. Dey done stop dat ar.
It's all along of my tellin' him that that line Dey got so many letters up dar at de Mica Mines,
was got up by them Loudon children," said Cousin dat dey send all the big ones to de pos'-office in a
Maria. He hates Mr. Loudon worse than pisen, be- bag an' a buggy, and dey send de little ones ober
cause-he was the man that found out all his tricks." de telegraph."
Mason was taken to the court-house and locked "But whar's Ole Miles ?"- repeated Aunt Ma-
up in the jail. Almost all the people of the county, tilda.
and some people belonging to adjoining counties, "He's a-doin' jobs up around' de mines," said


Uncle Braddock. De las' time I see him, he was "Look a-dar cried John William Webster.
a-whitewashin' a fence." Uncle Braddock's agwine ter chop de pencil up
"Well, I wants to see Ole Miles," said Aunt fur kindlin'-wood."
Matilda. I wants him to carry a letter fur me." None o' yer laughing' at dis knife," said Uncle
I 'll carry yer letter, Aunt Matilda," said Dick Braddock, with a frown. "I done made dis hyar
Ford; and Gregory Montague, anxious to curry knife mese'f."
favor, as it was rapidly growing near to ash-cake A better knife, however, was produced by Dick
time, stated in a loud voice that he'd take it "fus Ford, and the pencil was sharpened. Then Greg-
thing in de morning. ory Montague stretched himself out on the floor,
"A "I do' want none o' you uns," said Aunt Ma- resting on his elbows, with the paper before him
tilda. Ole Miles is used to carrying' letters, and I and the pencil in his hand.
wants him to carry my letter. Ef you 'd like ter Is you ready ? said Aunt Matilda.
7 keep yerse'f out o' mischif, you Greg'ry, you kin go All right," said Gregory. Yer kin go 'long."
'long and tell him I wants him to carry a letter Aunt Matilda put her elbows on her knees and
fur me." her chin in her hands, and looked into the fire.
I'11 do dat," said Gregory, "fus thing in de Gregory and everyone else waited quite awhile for
morning. her to begin.
Better go 'long now," said Aunt Matilda. Ye had better put the number ob de year fus,"
Too late now, Aunt Matilda," said Gregory, suggested Uncle Braddock.
anxiously. Could n't git dar 'fore dark, no how, Well, ye kin put dat," said Aunt Matilda,
and he'd be gone away, and I spect I could n't fin' "while I'm a-workin' out de letter in me mind."
him." There now arose a discussion as to what was the
Whar is yer letter? asked Uncle Braddock. number of the year." Aunt Judy knew that the
Oh, 'taint writ yit," said Aunt Matilda. I "war" was somewhere along in "sixty," and
wants some o' you uns to write it fur me. Kin any thought it must certainly be seventy or eighty by
o' you youngsters write writing' ? this time; while Uncle Braddock, who was accus-
Yes, ma'am," said John William Webster. tomed to look back a long way, was sure it was
Greg'ry kin write fus-rate. He's been ter school nigh on to a hun'red."
mor'n a month." Dick Ford, however, although he was not a
'You shet up cried Gregory, indignantly, writer, could read, and had quite a fancy for spell-
Ise been to school mor'n dat. Ise been free or ing out a newspaper, and he asserted that the year
four weeks. And I know'd how to write some 'fore was eighteen hundred and seventy, and so it was
I went. Mah'sr George teached me." put down 180070," much to the disgust of Uncle
You'd better git Miss Kate to write yer letter," Braddock, who did n't believe it was so much.
said Aunt Judy. She 'd spell it out a great sight Yer ought to say ef it's before Christ or after
better dan Gregory Montague, I reckons." Christ," said Aunt Judy. "Old Mah'sr Truly
S"No, I don't want Miss Kate to write dis hyar Mathers splained dat to me, 'bout years."
letter. She does enough, let alone writing' letters Well, then," said Gregory, ready with his
fur me. Come 'long hyar, you Greg'ry. Reach pencil, which is it ?"
up dar on dat shelf and git dat piece o' paper Dick Ford happened to know a little on this
behind' de 'lasses gourd." subject, and so he told Gregory how he should put
Gregory obeyed promptly, and pulled out a half- down B. C." for "before Christ," and "A. C."
sheet of note-paper from behind the gourd. The for after Christ," and that A. C." was right for
paper had been there a good while, and was rather this year.
yellow-looking. There was also a drop of molasses This was set down in Gregory's most careful
on one corner of it, which John William said would lettering.
do to seal it up with; but Gregory wiped it care- "Dat dar hind letter's got de stumic-ache," said
fully off on the leg of his trousers. John William Webster, putting his long finger,
Now, den," said Aunt Matilda; "sot yerse'f black on top and yellow underneath, on the C,
right down dar on de floor. Git off dat ar smooth which was rather doubled up.
board, you Dick, an' let Greg'ry put his paper dar. Nobody thought of the month or the day, and
I haint got no pen, but hyar's a pencil Miss Kate so the letter was considered dated.
lef' one day. But it aint got no pint. Ef some of Now, den," said Gregory, "who's it to ?"
you boys has got a knife, ye kin put a pint to it." "Jist never you mind who's it to," answered Aunt
Uncle Braddock dived into the recesses of his Matilda. I know, an' that's enough to know."
dressing-gown, and produced a great jack-knife, But you've got to put de name on de back,"
with a crooked iron blade and a hickory handle. said Aunt Judy, anxiously.


"Dat's so," said Uncle Braddock, with equal de man what works de telegrum in Hetertown, and
anxiety, fotch me back an answer."
No, I haint," remarked Aunt Matilda. I '11
tell Ole Miles who to take it to. Put down for d CHAPTER XXXIII.
fus thing: TIME TO STOP.
'Ise been thinking' fur a long time dat I oughter to write about dis
hyar matter, and I s'pose you is the right one to write to.' ABOUT a week after this letter was written, Kate
said to Harry:
What matter's dat ?" asked Aunt Judy. said to Harry:
"Neber yu mind," reped Aunt Malda. You really ought to have Aunt Matilda's roof
Neber you mind," replied Aunt Matilda. mended. There are several holes in it. I think
Slowly and painfully, Gregory printed this sen- her house ought to be made tight and warm before
tence; with Dick Ford close on one side of him; winter; don'tyou ?
with John William's round, woolly head stuck "Certainly," said Harry. "I '11 get some
almost under his chin; with Uncle Braddock lean- shingles and nail them over the holes to-morrow."
ing over him from his chair; and Aunt Judy stand- The next day was Saturday, and a rainy day.
ing, peering down upon him from behind. About ten o'clock Harry went to Aunt Matilda's
"Dat's wrong," said Dick Ford, noticing that cabin with his shingles and a hammer and nails.
Gregory had written the last words thus: rite I Kate walked over with him.
ter rite 2." "She don't want no figgers." To their surprise they found the old woman in
"What did she say 'em fur, den?" asked bed.
Gregory. "Why, what is the matter, Aunt Matilda?"
"Now, Greg'ry," said Aunt Matilda, "put asked Kate. Are you sick?"
down dis: "No, honey, I isn't sick," said the old woman;
'I don't want to make no trouble, and I wouldn't do nothing' to but somehow or other I don't keer to git up. Ise
trouble dem chillen; but Ise been a-waitin' a good long while now,
and I been thinking' I'd better write an' see 'bout it.' mighty comfurtble jist as I is.
"But you ought to have your breakfast," said
What you want to see 'bout ?" asked Aunt Kate. What is this basin of water doing on the
Judy, quickly, foot of your bed ? "
Neber you min' what it is," replied Aunt Ma- Oh, don't 'sturb dat ar tin basin," said Aunt
tilda. Go on, you Greg'ry, and put down: Matilda. Dat's to ketch der rain. Dar's a hole
'Dat money o' mine was reel money, and when J put it in, I right ober de foot o' de bed."
thought I'd git it back ag'in afore dis.'" But you wont want that now," said Kate.
"How much was it, Aunt Matilda?" asked Harry's going to nail shingles over all the holes
Uncle Braddock, while Aunt Judy opened her eyes in your roof."
and her mouth, simply because she could not open An' fall down an' break his neck: He need n't
her cars any wider than they were. do no sich foolishness. Dat ar tin basin's did me
"Dat's none o' your business," replied Aunt fur years in and years out, and I neber kicked it
Matilda. "Now put down: ober yit. Dere's no use a-mendin' holes dis time
o' day."
'I spect dem telegrum fixin's cost a lot o' money, but I don't spect o' day. -
it's jist right to take all an ole woman's money to build 'em.' It's a very good time of.day," said Harry, who
was standing in the door; "and it is n't raining
"Lor's ee!" ejaculated Uncle Braddock, "dat's now. You used to have a ladder here, Aunt Ma-
so tilda. If you'll tell me where it is, I can mend
"Now you Greg'ry," continued Aunt Matilda, that hole over your bed without getting on the roof
"put down : at all."
'Ef you write me a letter 'bout dat ar money, you kin giv it to Ole Jist you keep away from de roof," said the old
Miles.' woman. Ef you go a-hammerin' on dat ole roof
Now sign my name to dat ar letter." you'll have it all down on me head. I don't want
The next day, having been summoned by the no mendin' dis time o' day."
obliging Gregory, Old Miles made his appearance Finding that Aunt Matilda was so much opposed
in Aunt Matilda's cabin, to any carpenter-work on her premises at that time,
The old woman explained to him that the letter Harry went home, while Kate remained to get the
was so important that she could trust it to no one old woman some breakfast.
who was not accustomed to carry letters, and Miles Aunt Matilda felt better that afternoon, and she
was willing and proud to exercise his skill for her sat up and ate her supper with Uncle Braddock
benefit. (who happened to be there); but as she was evi-
Now, den," said she; take dis hyar letter to dently feeling the effects of her great age, an ar-


rangement was made, by which Aunt Judy gave up same ten-cent piece you put into the company, but
her cabin and came to live with Aunt Matilda and it's just as good; and Harry thinks that you about
take care of her. doubled your money, and so here 's another one."
One morning, about a week after the rainy Sat- The old woman, who was sitting alone by the
urday, Mrs. Loudon came over to see Aunt Matilda. fire wrapped up in a shawl, took the money, and
She found the old woman lying on the bed, and putting it in the hollow of her bony hand, gazed at
evidently worried about something. it with delight.
You see, Miss Mary," said Aunt Matilda, Ise Then she looked up at Kate.
kind o' disturbed in me min'. I rit a letter a long "You is good chillen," she said. "You is
time ago, and Ole Miles aint fetched me no answer mighty good chillen. I don't spect I 'll lib much
yit, and it sorter worries me." longer in dis hyar world. Ise so precious old dat
I didn't know you could write," said Mrs. it's 'bout time to stop. But I don't aspects I'11 find
Loudon, somewhat surprised, nobody in heben that'll be more reel comfort to
"Neither I kin," said Aunt Matilda. I jist me dan you chillen."
got dat Greg'ry Montague to write it fur me, and Oh, Aunt Matilda! cried Kate. "Why,
dear knows what he put in it." you '11 meet all your friends and relations that you
Who was your letter to, Aunt Matilda ?" asked talk so much about and who died so long ago."
Mrs. Loudon." "Well-- ," said Aunt Matilda, very deliber-
"I do' know his name, but he works de tele- ately, "perhaps I shall, and perhaps I sha'n't;
grum at Hetertown. An' I do' min' tellin' you dere 's no tellin'. But dere aint no mistakin' 'bout
'bout it, Miss Mary, ef you do' worry dem chillen. you chillen."
De letter was 'bout my money in de telegrum com- That afternoon, when Uncle Braddock called,
p'ny. Dat was reel silber money, an' I haint heerd Aunt Matilda said to him:
nor seed nothing' of it sence." "Ef you see Ole Miles ye kin tell him he need n't
When Mrs. Loudon went home she told Harry bring me no answer to dat letter."
and Kate of Aunt Matilda's troubles. Quite early one morning, a few days after this,
Neither of them said anything at the time, but Kate went over to Aunt Matilda's cabin.
Harry put on his hat and went up to the store, She saw Aunt Judy standing at the door.
while Kate sat down to her sewing. How 's Aunt Matilda ?" asked Kate.
After awhile, she said: Gone to glory," said Aunt Judy.
I think, mother, it's pretty hard in Aunt Ma-
tilda, after all we've done for her, to think of Aunt Matilda was buried under a birch-tree near
nothing but that ten cents she put into the stock the church that she used to attend, when able to
of the company." walk.
"It is perfectly natural," said Mrs. Loudon. That portion of her fund which remained un-
" That ten cents was her own private property, and expended at the time of her death was used to pay
no matter how small a private property may be, it her funeral expenses and to erect a suitable tomb-
is of greater interest to the owner than any other stone over her grave. On the stone was an inscrip-
property in the world. To be sure, the money that tion. Harry composed it, and Kate copied it care-
was paid for the telegraph line is for Aunt Matilda's fully for the stonecutter.
benefit, but you and Harry have the management
and the spending of it. But that ten cents was all And thus, after much hard labor and anxious
her own, and she could spend it just as she chose." thought, after many disappointments and a great
The next day Kate went over to Aunt Matilda deal of discouragement, Harry and Kate performed
with two silver ten-cent pieces that Harry had got to the end the generous task they had set them-
from Mr. Darby. selves, which was just what might have been ex-
"Aunt Matilda," said she, This is not the very pected of such a boy and such a girl.




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A LITTLE girl, But as her friends
Guite well and hearty, Were shy and wary,
Thought she 'd like Nobody came
To give a party. But her own canary.



IL y avait une fois un petit gargon fort paresseux, pupitre, et posant la tete dessus, il dormait pendant
et par consequent, fort ignorant, don't il semblait touted la le'on.
que rien ne pouvait corriger les dfauts. A lieu Un jour, cepeant, co e i gaspillait son

d'aller h 1'ecole, oii ses parents Penvoyaient tous les temps selon son ordinaire, un vieux savant le
jours, il flinait dans les rues, les mains dans ses trouva, le prit par la main, et le conduisit dans une
poches, les yeux fixds sur le vide, ou battant des chambre vaste et tout-k-fait d6nude de meubles et
mains, sifflant et faisant du bruit sans rime ni rai- d'ornements. Le petit faindant craignit d'abord
son. O bien quand on forcait caller droit de recevoir qulque punition de sa press; mais le
cole, i blait un pe de steps sur ses lives vieillard avait un tel air de bont, quil se rassura,
To give a party. But her own canary.

sans fair ne moindre eftit gron fort paprendre; puis et ds quil le-vit sourire desss, ile redouta plus.
ii disposait ses bras en forme d'oreiller sur son Ouand ils furent entr6s dans la chambre, le savant


ferma la porte; puis s'adressant au petit gargon, le monde, puisque tout lieu, tout space est rempli
tout surprise de ce qui lui arrivait, il lui dit ces mots: de quelque chose. Il en est de mime par tout
Dis-moi, mon enfant, si tu le peux, qu'est-ce 1'univers. Nulle part tu ne sauras trouver le neant;
que le neant-c'est-h-dire le rien ?" il ne se trouve que dans un lieu seulement. Sais-tu
Le petit ouvrit bien les yeux, mais ne r6pondit oh est ce lieu ?"
pas. Mais, non," repondit le petit gargon. S'il ne
Si tu ne me comprends pas," dit alors le sa- se trouve pas dans le monde, je ne sais pas, moi, oil
vant, peut-&tre pourras-tu me dire oi' se trouve le le chercher."
neant." Eh bien, je te le dirai; h quoi pensais-tu avant
Ou se trouve-t-il ? repeta le petit gargon, tout que je t'aie parle ?"
surprise de cette question ; mais c'est ici, n'est-ce Mais, i rien."
pas ? Il n'y a rien dans cette chambre que nous- "Rien! et pourquoi? N'est-ce pas parce que
memes." tu ne sais, mon petit, a quoi penser ? parce que tu
Pense encore," r6pliqua le savant; "je crois as la tte vide ? Oh conjbien d'enfants sont comme
que tu n'as pas sagement repondu." toi Sache, mon fils, que le neant, proprement
Le petit gargon pensa quelques moments; puis il dit, ne sejtrouve que dans les cervelles des fous et
dit d'un air d'assurance. I1 n'y a ici autre chose les comurs des infideles. Et puisque Dieu a si bien
que nous-m&mes, j'en suis bien sir." rempli le monde qu'il n'y a point d'espace oh il ne
Sans r6pondre, le vieillard agita la main. Que se trouve pas quelque chose de bon ou de beau,
sens-tu maintenant ?" demanda-t-il. n'as-tu pas honte de penser que seulement dans ton
f Oh je sens le vent," r6pondit le petit en riant. ame il y a un vide ?"
C'est-a-dire," r6pliqua le savant, tu sens 'air. Le petit ne r6pondit pas; mais il rougit de honte.
Maintenant, ecoute bien ce que je vais te dire. I1 pensa serieusement l'affaire ; et dis ce jour il
Cet air que tu sens envelope ou entoure toute la cessa d'&tre paresseux ou nonchalant. Il se mit a
terre; il n'y a point d'endroit oh il n'entre pas, car 6tudier avec tant de courage et de perseverance
il se trouve partout. Tu vois, done, qu'il ne peut qu'il devint i la fin le plus studieux et le plus in-
pas y avoir une telle chose que le niant dans tout struit de sa classes.

We shall be glad to have our boys and girls send us translations of this instructive story.
TRANSLATIONS OF LA SINGK FAVORI" have been received from Edward L. Anderson. Grace G. Hiler, Mary M. Farley, Frank H.
Burt. Arnold Guyot Cameron, Ellen G. Hodges, Emilie L. Haines. M. S., "Plymouth Rock," Emma C. Preston, Lidie V. B. Parker,
Marion A. Coombs, Hal and Lou," "Dean Swift," E. D. K.





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"OH, see that girl and snow-white lamb !"
Said pretty Kassy Carr.
Dear little girl, what is your name ?"
The lammie' answered, Ba-a "

Your head and tiny feet are bare,"
Said pretty Kassy Carr;
"Come, tell me, did you run away?"
The lammie answered, Ba-a "

I came to see you," said the child;
I 'm little Eva Starr;
And lammie would not stay behind."
Said lammie, nodding, Ba-a! "

"Look! mother there is picking beans,"
Said pretty Kassy Carr;
"Come in-she'll give the lammie some."
Said lammie, frisking, Ba-a "

And father, he is cutting grass,"
Said pretty Kassy Carr;
Would lammie like to roll in it?"
Said lammie, skipping, Ba-a !"

Then Eva, running through the gate,
Kissed pretty Kassy Carr;
And nodding, frisking, skipping, went
The lammie, saying, Ba-a I"


of the time, they really can't see a planet much
.: '' t. better than we can; and I know as a positive fact
*. --1.. 1 that they 're very much more afraid of a shooting
I gun than of a shooting star.
S-. :By the way, if any of you children think that
S :' a so-called" shooting star is an actual star dart-
S ing through space, you must study up on the sub-
ject. The Swedes were no wiser than the English
i '. in naming the fall of meteors .- "- nor the
Italians in calling it stella-cadente, both meaning
star-fall, for they, too, once considered it as the fall-
S' ing of stars from their places in the heavens.
The Germans call meteors stern-schnufife, or
-j star-snuff, from a queer notion once held by the
S. T ignorant that once in awhile the stars should be
S / .-- '-. ', "\ 'i snuffed like candles or their light would grow dim !
S '' I remember hearing long ago, that whenever a
1 j N N T H E UI L I T star shot across the sky a soul had passed away
from earth. But now we know that, whatever else
meteors may be, they are not stars, nor snuff, and
HURRAH for grapes and fall-pippins and blush- that, so far, they have had nothing to do with the
ing maples! October is at hand. Are you not passing of souls from earth.
glad, my dears ? By the way, I heard the pretty
school-teacher say that the word October came PAYING HIM BACK.
from the Latin Oclo, meaning eight." How do
from the Latin Odco, meaning eight." How do HERE comes a letter giving a true incident that
you make that out ? It's the tenth month, or my happened the other day in New Jersey:
name is not Jack. Very likely, though, those long-
ago folk, who spoke Latin even on week-days, Montclair, August 8th, 1874.
arranged the months to suit themselves. DEAR JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT: I would like to tell you of something
that occurred under my own eyes to one of those creatures who, as
Look into this matter, my dears. Did the an- you say, "are wise and keep silent." To us, who have not always
cient Roman youngsters wish each other a Happy lived in the country, the incident was very interesting. A day or
n the first of January? or, if two ago, after a severe thunderstorm, James, the coachman, found
New Year" on the first of January? or, if not, that several birds had sheltered themselves in a small tool-house near
when and wherefore ? our cottage. Among them was an owl. He put it into an old canary-
bird cage, and brought it to us to look at. It is not often that one
GOOD NEWS I gets so near a view of one of these curious creatures. The cage was
then placed just back of the house on a frame made to hold milk-
GOOD news, children Here's something that pans. There he sat all day, not moving from the perch, occasionally
a house-cricket heard somebody say, and he i rolling his eyes, but not seeing much, as those organs are more useful
.a house-cricket heard somebody say, and he im- 'to him at night than in the daylight.
mediately told it to a canary; the canary told it to The day passed on, and we had almost forgotten that our owl was
a sparrow the sparrow told it to my friend, there, when we heard such a chattering while we were at supper that
Swe ran to the door to see what it could mean. There we found Mr.
R. Redbreast; and my friend, R. Redbreast, told Owl surrounded by a great company of sparrows, blue-birds, wrens,
it to me : robins, all excited and noisy, flying about, sitting on the trees close
Mre's g d ne s y r t n by, hovering over the cage, and all showing signs of rage. It seemed
Mr. Trowbridge's grand new story for the next as if they felt their enemy was in their power and they would like to
volume of ST. NICHOLAS, though it will be com- tear himi to pieces. They could not very well attack him, as he was
plete in itself, is to have a great deal in it about in the cage, and the small door, which was open, was scarcely large
enough to allow them to make a combined assault. Soon, when
Jack Hazard and Vinnie And Miss Alcott's story it began to get dusky, he came out of the cage in the midst of the
will tell about some girls that you can't help being commotion, and started for the woods near the house, the small birds
in full pursuit, screaming and scolding. As we saw no more of them,
delighted with. Miss Alcott is away up in the we suppose that he reached his shelter in safety.
mountains writing the story for you at this very I would like to know if small birds ever are able to destroy this de-
moment I n vourer of themselves and their little ones. Celia Thaxter speaks of a
moment Should n't you like to peep over her large white owl that she saw sitting high on a rock, surrounded by
shoulder ? snow-birds.
I don't read serial stories myself, but I know how "The snow-birds swept in a whirling crowd
About him gleefully,
you youngsters delight in them, and as I 'm sure And piped and whistled long and loud,
these will not do you a bit of harm, I'm right glad But never a plume stirred he."
to know of the treat in store for you. I remain, dear Mr. Jack, yours truly,
J. E. D.
METEORS. Jack never heard of a case where small birds suc-
MANY a time when I wake and lean back in my ceeded in killing an owl. It is quite common in
pulpit on clear nights, I see meteors or shooting Great Britain, I'm told, to use owls as a kind of
stars. I don't know much about them as yet; bird-snare. The sleepy bird is secured and ex-
only, in fact, the names by which a few different posed in open sight during the daytime. Very
nations have called them. Strange as you may soon numbers of small birds collect, and thinking
think it, my birds know more about nations than at last that they have their enemy in their power
they do about astronomy. I suppose that is be- they hover about and taunt him in every possible
cause the nations are very much nearer to them way. But She owl only blinks at them in the most
than the stars. Though they live in the sky so much tantalizing manner. He knows, wise bird what

7874]- JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT. 745

it all means, and that the birds are caught in their shook under me at thinking what a miserable-
own trap; for thus congregated, they fall easy looking Jack I should soon be if I tried to live with-
victims to the hunters, while he is left unharmed, out sleep.
Now, I advise this young gentleman to go into
THREE SUNRISES A DAY. his papa's garden two or three hours after sun-
ONE of my birds, in telling me of something, has set, and see how the plants have folded in their
just put a scientific riddle into my head: leaves and ar nodd their flowers in
Where and how can you see the sun rise and set hy, bless your hard little brown fist, boy
two or three times within three or four hours ? hy, bless your hard little brovn fist, mrow wi
Why, by rising in a balloon to about 12,000 feet plants and flowers can no more live and gro ith-
and watching for morning effects. out sleep than boys and girls can.
Three gentlemen who made an ascent from Lon- My friend Poll Parrot has told me about a South
d there entlemen who made an asc ery thng and American plant, which sleeps so much and so often,
don in the autumn of I836 saw this very thing, and that the Spanish call it dotolideras, or sleepy-phrnt.
'nd be obliged if the ST. NICHOLAS editors would at the S sh calle t dormctra. or sleepy-plnt.
kindly print a few words of the account for you, if have seen one of these plants in a children
o set you thinking : have seen one of these plants in a conservatory,
only to set you thinhave heard it called mimosa, or sensitive-plant
At 5.10 in the morning of November 8, Messrs. Holland, Mason It has very delicate, feathery leaves, that go to
and Green, who had left London the day before, were at an elevation sleep at any time of day or night if but a fly lights
of 12,o00 feet. The view spread over an area of 300 miles diameter.
At 6.15 the sun rose to them. It set as they descended; and rose on them ; so the parrot told me. In our cold cli-
and set again, and at last appeared a third time ascending the hor- mate the sleepy-plant can't live out-of-doors, ex-
zon. About 7.30 they succeeded in finding a resting-place, which
proved to be in the Duchy of Nassau, near the town of Weilburg, cepting in very warr weather; but after all, it
about 5oo miles from London must be better off than in its own country, for
there, I am told, there o great herds of cattle eat the
SCOTCH PIG. sensitive-plants in preference to grass. Perhaps,

my dears, who bade the cow they go to sleep so easily on purpose that they may
consider; have you not? But not feel the wounds when their delicate tops are
that 's neither here nor there. torn off. Who knows?
What I want you to consider is THE BEACH OF ST. MICHAEL.
Scotch pig. What is it? What
is it good for ? Is it better than "Now, children," said the pretty school-teacher
our American pork? Is it pork one day, during a pic-nic in our meadow, "I'll
at all ? translate for you a strange legend of Brittany, from
i t ': I back, I am told, and very the French of Emile Souvestre. First I must tell
'' heavy of its size also, you that though legends are not true stories, these
id!..yo es a immense quantities of Brittany legends are firmly believed in by many of
ip-i" -g it are exported every the French peasants.
year to these Unitede "Once upon a time," began the pretty teacher,
asth'a"the- ished he States. A talkative "where now is seen nothing but the sand of the
.nw e- cblack-bird, who had beach of St. Michael there was a great city, which
o s been to a Caledonian was swallowed up under the dunes for its wicked-
ijh p pic-nic, tried to tell ness."
me about it; but all I "Teacher," said a little girl, timidly, "please
could make out was what is a dune?"
"carboniferous formations," whatever they are, The teacher looked patiently and inquiringly
rich beds," black band," West of Scotland," around the group of children.
soft and running and cheap." Not very satis- Dunes," said a big boy, stoutly, are hills of
factory, you '11 admit. movable sand. They are common along the coast
But your young eyes and bright wits will soon of England, France, Holland and other places."
put this pig where he belongs, I'm thinking. Very good," said the teacher, approvingly;
and, still keeping her finger on the page before
SLEEPY-PLANT, her, she read on:
Every year at Pentecost, at the first stroke of
LIVE without sleep A Jack-in-the-Pulpit live midnight, a passage opens, leading to a grand hall,
without sleep ? Preposterous I've just heard of brilliantly lighted, where great treasures of the
a boy saying that he wished he was like the plants buried city are heaped up. But at the last stroke
and flowers, so that he could live without sleep. of midnight the passage closes with a loud rumbling,
You see, the little fellow liked to study hard, and and the city remains hidden and in darkness until
keep at the head of all his classes, and, at the same Pentecost comes again. Some men, too daring,
time, he wanted to play, and to spend a good deal seeking what God wishes to hide, have tried to
of time in roaming about the woods and fields, and penetrate into the lighted hall, but not one of them
he did n't very well see how he could do all of these has ever returned."
things and sleep too. Oh !" exclaimed two or three of the girls with
When I heard this I laughed till my pulpit fairly a heavy sigh, and then they all rose and passed on.



Boys AND GIRLS !-Many of you have written welcome letters to PERHAPS the best way of sending this letter to Jack is to commit
ST. NICHOLAS, telling of the pleasant work you have learned to do it to the care of our boys and girls:
from directions given in these pages; but this sweet little note from a Vallejo, Cal., Aug. i, 1874.
Boston boy pleases us most of all. You will be pleased too when DEAR JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT: I have seen "water on fire," such as.
you read it. John's beautiful little house is before us asyou tell of in August ST. NICHOLAS. It was when I was coming
you read it. Johns beautiful little house is before us as we write, from New York to San Francisco by steamer. From Panama to
and we do not wonder at his delight in making it. If any of you Matzatlan we saw lots of it every night in the wake of the steamer.
know of any pleasant employment for his deft little fingers, send him It was very pretty. I liked it very much. Mamma said it was
word through the Letter Box. "phosphorescent light." There is one thing more, dear Jack: I
Boston, July 2oth, 1874. want to be one of the Bird-defenders.-Yours respectfully,
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I am a little lame boy. I was hurt by a HELEN T. BROWN (aged 9 years).
fall two years ago, and have been lame ever since. I cannot play all Jasper Scott, H. E. F., "Ned," and several others have finished
games like other boys, but "Christmas City," in the May number for hi; and Charles Corey, who joins the Bird-
of ST. NICHOLAS, taught me how to amuse myself I have made all Jack's phos-- for him; and harles Corey, who joins the Bd-
the patterns given, and more than one of many of them. I am going defenders, writes "phosphorescence with the rest.
to send one to you. Dr. Grey thinks my little city is wonderful, and
everybody thinks it pretty. I am very proud of it. I hope you will G would like to tell all the little S. NI LA
give us some more patterns. The doctor told mamma it was vastly GOOD ADVCE.--I would like to tel allthe little ST. NICHOLAS
better than medicine for me. The little church is perfectly beautiful, people whom the October number may find in the country, to take
I am eleven years old. Please put me down a Bird-defender. with them when they go walking, a stiff-covered, half-worn book,
JOHN STURTEVANT. about as long as this magazine, plucking, as they go along, delicate
fern, wild strawberry, lily of the valley, birch, and ivy leaves (wreaths
of the latter), and putting them in the book, one in each place, being
MR. JOHN A. S., who sends a list of bird-defenders, writes: careful to lay each tiny part of every leafperfectly smooth between
ST. NICHOLAS: The above names are from my school. I have the leaves of the book.
kept ST. NICHOLAS upon my desk in the school-room ever since it Here will be the foundation for a work of art that will surprise them
came out, and I find it a capital text-book. I also find that it is a by the simplicity of its execution, and its beauty when finished.
great help in governing. The children look forward eagerly for the The book containing the leaves may be laid away until some
coming of a new magazine, and as Jack does not like idle girls and stormy day next winter, before which time I hope to be allowed to
boys, we have good lessons. Please tell Jack that his paragraphs tell what to do with them.
are fine things for school, since they put all the pupils at work study- The leaves should be pressed now; they cannot be found in the
ing, in order to find out something about the wonderful things of fields and woods next winter. AUNT LIBBIE.
which he tells them. He kept my department busy for three days on
the transit of Venus. I would tell them nothing until they first told PLYMOUTH RocK."-Yes, the author of the Latin story, Sancti
me all they could learn ofit. It was an excellent exercise. You may Petri JEdes Sacra," furnished the translation which was published in
also enroll me in this company. JOHN A. SEA. the August number.
The names of Mr. Sea and his boys were printed in the September
Letter Box, under the head of "First Kansas Regiment, Army of BIRD-DEFENDERs.-Again we have to record a list of recruits to the
Bird-defenders." Army of Bird-defenders. There must now be a great many boys and
girls in this movement Will some member be so good as to count
Lucy G. T., HARRY," and others.-Messrs. Hurd & Houghton, them for us and send in a report? Ever since the publication of the
Publishers, New York, have offered to receive contributions toward preamble and resolutions" in our December number, scores of young
the Hans Christian Andersen Fund, and forward the money to the folks from all parts of the Union have flocked to the ranks, pledging
noble old poet, to whom we all owe so much. You can each send themselves never to wantonly injure the birds, and to give them all
your subscription to these gentlemen, or to the editor of the PilO- the protection in their power. Here are some new names and
delpia Eveninzg Bulletin, and it will be sure to go safely to its des- lists just received-heartily welcome, one and all: Richard L.
tination. We hope all our boys and girls who enjoy Hans Ander- Hovey, Helen T. Brown, Joseph S. Steele, Charles Corey, Ella
sen's stories, and who are able to spare even ten cents, will join in Moore, Anna J. Ewing, Howard B. Smith, Gertie Bradley, Frank
this good cause. H. Burt, Emma C. Preston, Carrie A. Johnson, John Sturtevant,
As Andersen is a Dane, his stories are written in Danish; but they Oscar Hale, George C. Parker, Lidie V. R. Parker, John W. Parker,
have been translated into English and all the other languages of Jimmy Rogers, Lulu and Willie Habirshaw, Alexander Wiley, Harry
Europe. If the publishers of various countries who have printed Brandt, Ira Coover, Luke Herring, Bertha E. Saltmarsh, Willie H.
translations of his work had paid him the sum on each copy sold, Frost, Edwin C. Frost, Charles C. McLaughlin, Frank Collins, Carlos
that, as an author, he had a moral right to expect, he would be a Collins, Eddie Lindeman Davenport, Libbie Yocum, T. Miller, Laura
very rich man to-day. But there is no international law to enforce Yocum, Nannie Yocum, J. H. Yocum; W. C. MIiller, Emily Miller,
this, and it is stated that, except in the case of one New York pub- Kleyda Richardson, and Elliott Verne Richardson.
lisher, he has never received any payment for his writings outside of Jessie A. Hall's list: Allie F. Chapin, A. M. Billings, Clara
his native Denmark. Coates, Fannie Deane, Lizzie Z. Whitney, Nina Z. Hall, Mary H.
But his friends, the children, may, in a measure, make some Pratt, Mira Thornton, Albert T. Hall, Frank J. Pratt, George
amends for this wrong. Hans Christian Andersen is an old man Thompson, Miss Mattie E. Lucy, and Mrs. E. A. Hall.
now, and in very feeble health. He is not in need of charity, and Mary C. Ayers, of Cleveland, Ohio, sends the following names be-
would be deeply wounded if it were offered, but he is in need of just- sides her own: Edith E. Ayers, Morton H. Ayers, Theodore May,
ice and of true recognition from those who owe a great deal of enjoy- Oscar May, Frank T. Bowman, Bessie J. Bowman, Florence A.
ment to him. It will do his noble heart good to receive a testimonial Bowman, and George H. Bowman.
from the boys and girls of America; and if the testimonial goes in the Edw. W. Robinson sends his own nanie and the following list:
form of money it may buy him certain luxuries and comforts that will Joseph Greenthall, Joseph Strausser, Sol. Kayser, John Smith,
cheer and brighten his old age, provided it does not go to him too Henry Iafor, John H. Hanan, Louis Vogler, Lewis Robertson, Sam
late. Manheimer, David Manheimer, Julius Lamkay, Adam Fox, Andy
Acker, Frederick Acker, Emanuel Bach, Henry A. Van Praag,
MARY E. DE F.-Read White's "Natural History of Selbome," Edward Dennerlein, Emil Nehl,.and Moses Berg.
which you will find in almost any public library. It will give you Katie Bachert and Mary Morris, of Cleveland, Ohio, join the army,
what you need, and also afford you some capital hints in the way of and also send the following list: Sarah Barnett, Julia Floyd, Maggie
giving clear accounts of what you see and hear. You are not correct Wolfe, Annie Hundertmark, Minnie Hundertmark, Emma Schyslar,
in saying "long words certainly are the most important." Webster, Sophie Schyslar, Wm. Geltz, Mrs. B. Bachert, Jno. M. Bachert,
in preparing his big dictionary, found it necessary to give two entire Lizzie Kline, Fannie Robinson, Latra Roberts, Carrie Brightman,
columns to the little word GO, and three to its kinsman RUN; but he Louise Elmer, and-lora Lloyd.
despatches the mighty word VALETUDINARIANISM in about one line. And here comes another list from Ohio, sent by Ambrose Morris,

a874.1 THE LETTER BOX. 747

of Canton: Willis Earnshaw, Charley Remillet, Willie Shower, Willie Warsaw, N. Y., August 8, 1874.
Rogers, M. A. Earnshaw, George Best, August Holland, Charley DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have a flower-bed, with a great many
E. Wilson, E. H. Morris, Cary Roberts, Norviel Earnshaw, Willie pretty flowers in it. Yesterday I found a double pansy, and papa
Yant, James Wherry, Frankie Singer, Patrick Welsh, and Levite said I might send it to you. Will you ask the children who read the
ST. NICHOLAS if they have ever found any? I was seven last March.
Best. I like the ST. NICHOLAS very much. IRVING DANN.

ST. NICHOLAS IN THE WEST.-We are delighted to see many evi- Thanks, Irving. The double pansy is so pretty and curious that
dences that these pages are as thoroughly enjoyed by the children of we wish we could show it, with its bright colors, to all the boys and
the far West as by those nearer New York. Scores of our stoutest girls who read ST. NICHOLAS. It looks, at first sight, like one flower;
and most enthusiastic Bird-defenders send their names from beyond but, on examination, proves to be two perfect pansies growing, back
the Mississippi, and the Letter Box constantly testifies to the hearty to back, from one stem.
interest of our far-away young friends. Therefore we fully appre-
ciate an item in the Nebraska City News, which says: "One of the CHARLETON C., we are pleased to hear, is going to "try
prettiest sights we have seen this year was that of a little girl, perched CHARLETON G. C., who, we are pleased to hear, is going to try
upon a hitching-post in Laramie street, eagerly reading ST. NICHOLAS Grace Hunter's plan, in the August Letter Box," says he is an in-
-by the light from one of the street-lamps." valid, and cannot go up and down stairs, so he has a flower-bed "on
the roof of the piazza." Every day he is rolled in his easy chair
"right out of the bedroom into this garden ;" "for it is a real, true,
Two GOOD PIECES FOR RECITATION.-Our crowded space com- beautiful garden," he adds, "ifit is on top of a piazza-isn't it, ST.
pels us to disappoint many correspondents who will look for a NICHOLAS ?" Yes, Charleton, and a lovely garden, we should say,
"speaking piece" in this number of ST. NICHOLAS. In our second judging from your letter,-a sort of "hanging garden," for the
volume, which begins next month, we hope to offer many excellent "hanging gardens" of Babylon were in something of this style.
pieces for recitation. Meantime, to Mamie," "Concord Boy," and Perhaps, too, a garden in another sense, of which you probably have
" Fidget," we recommend "The Wind and the Moon," by George not thought. The word garden originally meant girded or guarded,
Macdonald. It is a fine, breezy, dramatic little poem, in eleven easy -that is, enclosed. Our Saxon forefathers called any fenced or
verses-just the thing to recite. You will find it on page 244 of walled spot not covered by a roof, a garden; and no place, however
"Sheldoni's Fourth Reader" (Scribner, Armstrong & Co., New beautifully laid out or gay with flowers, was known as a garden unless
York), which, by the way, is the best Fourth Reader" for school it had a fence or hedge about it.
use or home instruction that we have yet seen. Harry V. L.,
' Winnie's Brother," and others will find precisely the speaking piece
they need on page 326 of this same Fourth Reader. A STORY TO BE TOLD.
In the August number of ST. NICHOLAS, page 617, we presented
ROYAL TOM OF CHICAGO.-Here is a letter from a little Chicago six pictures, requiring a story to be told about them, and invited all
irl, eleven years of age : our boys and girls to tell it. The response has been as surprising as
Chicago, Ill. it has been pleasant. Day after day, and from every direction, the
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: It seems as if all the children in the United stories have been pouring in,-long stories, short stories, sad stories,
.States were bragging about their smart cats. Now, I don't brag, for funny stories, straightforward stories, roundabout stories, and stories
it's the truest truth that my Tom is, without any doubt, the champion so mixed up that the three candid persons who examined them were
cat of North America. If you could see him, you would give him n danger of losing their wits.
the prize, and he deserves it too. On Sundays he wears a bright
green ribbon on his neck, which makes him look gay and handsome Still they persevered, sometimes praising, sometimes condemning
as a picture. He is so bright and smart that he almost talks. As for mildly, and sometimes mercifully laying aside utter failures in solemn
his queer tricks, the Letter Box would not contain half of them; but silence, until on the last day, August 15, the allotted time being up,
I must tell you of one of his sharp practices: they settled down to the difficult task of deciding which was the very
A wire that rings the front-door bell comes along under the house, best story on hand
up through the kitchen floor. This champion cat has noticed that i stors to
some of us always open a certain door when this bell is rung. So And difficult indeed it proved to be. The stories, though wonder-
what should he do one night but try his skill. We were all reading fully alike in plot, were so varied in style, spirit and execution, and
in the sitting-room, when the bell began ringing in such a hurry so nearly balanced as to good and bad qualities, that it seemed im-
Mother said our fortune had come. I thought some little girls had possible to say which was best in every respect. The committee
come to see us; so I went to let in the children, or take the box of
me t ee ts-l ntutotjthn thhNo ondem s0^ htar andtconsidered and reconsidered. First a doggerel by George V. was
diamonds,--but what do you think ? No one was there, and yet we considered and reconsidered. First a doggerel by George V. was
all heard the ringing I What makes children feel so shivery, if they pronounced best, but was set aside because it evidently was written
open the door to let in whoever rang, and they see no one there? by a grown person. Then a funny boyish imitation of Victor Hugo,
The first thought is bad boys; the next is goblins; then, if the hall- by L'Homme qui rit, stood No. : then the quiet Harry's Lesson,"
lamp is not lit, just think what a long, long time it takes to get where by Alice W. I.; then "Johnny's Holiday," by Bonny Doon, ranked
you can tell what is coming next. In a few moments, however, highest, except that its length exceeded the allowed limit by nearly a
happened to open the kitchen door, when in walked Mr. Tom. Since highest, except that its length exceeded the allowed limit by nearly a
that time, he has kept up his trick, and rings whenever he wants to thousand words. Finally the committee, after taking every point
come in-so often, in fact, that papa says we ought to keep a page to into consideration, decided in favor of Master George M. Griffith, of
open the door for his royal highness. NETTIE E. WILLIAMS. Blandford, Mass., at the same time resolving that Honorable Mention
should be made of the boys and girls who most closely competed with
Master Griffith, viz: Susie A. M., George Bunner, Bertha F- n,
Detroit, Mich., July Ii. L'Homme qui Rit, Charles B. P., Philip C. K., Alice W. I., Lizzie
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We are two sisters, and we belong to your Greenway (best penmanship), H. W. S., Herbert H. W., Annie A.
army of Bird-defenders May we tell you of one instance of intelli- F., Minnie Fisher, "Flo," Henry R. H., Lillie L. B., T. J. Dela H.,
gence in a bird, that has always seemed to us very wonderful? My Be G., Heekih H- Ralph R. S., "Nimp," Frak F.
sister and myself were sitting in our courtyard in New York City,, Ralph R. ., "Nimpo," Frank F.
when we heard a sudden rustling and chirping from a hole under the B., Martha J. D., Mlabel D., W. R. Jones, N. G. P., Fred M. L.,
wall. We ran to see what was the matter, and found that a little Lulu Albee, George M. R., Allie," May Ogden, Tony Tompkins,
sparrow had fallen from its nest and struggled into a hole only just Laura Chamberlin (the last two were the best pair of very short
large enough to receive it. We tried to draw it out, but the poor storiesQ, Lawrence P., Lizzie F. S., Georgiana P. C., "Sweet Pea,"
little thing was terribly frightened, and shrank back so that we could., Clarence H. C., Seargent P. M.,
not reach it, and we returned to our play. In a few minutes, the
not reach it, and we returned to our play. In a few minutes, the W.L.B., ""Fressie," Willie H. F., Clarence H. C., Seargent P. M.,
another bird appeared and flew down to the hole, chirping and calling Mattie V. D., and Bessie B. R.
to the little one; but it was too frightened to stir. Then the old bird Besides the above, special mention should be made of stories writ-
flew away, and in a moment came back with a worm in her mouth, ten by two very little girls, Julia Plummer R. and Arabella Ward.
which she laid just inside the hole. The little bird hopped forward to
eat it, and the mother laid another still nearer the entrance, and then CRUEL SPORT: A TRAGEDY.
another, till finally the little one stood entirely without. Was n't that
clever ? We wanted to put it in the nest again, but we were called Johnny Bates needed-as many boys do-decision of character, or
away, and when we returned both birds were gone. Don't you sup- in other words, strength and firmness to resist temptation. Therefore,
pose the old sparrow thought it all out ?-Yours truly, when his aunt told him he might go to his Uncle Jim's to tea, she
ALICE AND FANNY EDDY. was morally certain that he would get into mischief before he reached


there; but as Johnny was just as morally certain that he would not, Bobby Patchet was round and fat,
she let him go, with many warnings. He went bareheaded 'cause he had n't a hat.
A little out of the village, just where Tobias Green's high board He needed a coat
fence shut ... ii,. r .;-pond from fun-loving boys, he met Tom Law- Also, as well as several other articles that go to make up a gentle-
kins and .-: .I 1 1:. two big boys, and Pat Garvey, a little shock- man's wardrobe, but which he did without, as he had no cash
headed fellow, with a pair of blue overalls held by one suspender, wherewith to make purchases, and the storekeeper refused
Pat was much admired by the boys, and feared by some, for his To accept his note.
funny tricks and practical jokes.
"Oh, my we've got new clothes, have n't we? and us is going to Little cared he for pride or riches,
see us's little girl. 'Um Ah !" said Tom, in a mocking voice as he While one suspender held his breeches.
eyed Johnny's fine Sunday-go-to-meeting suit over Bill's shoulder. He went out to play
Now, it is repugnant to every boy to have his clothes made fun of, As a regular business, which he conducted with that constant energy
and it is, to say the least, slightly embarrassing to have any little girl and close attention so characteristic of American youth
you have a liking for poked at you, and to have both of these coupled At the present day.
in one sentence is simply exasperating. But Johnny swallowed his
wrath, or as you might say, "lumped it Vs you would a dose of Marmaduke Brown was longer of limb,
quinine, and said, in a particularly hail-fellow, well-met air,-that is, Taller and just a trifle more slim
for him: Than Master Bobby Patchet;
Well, fellows, what's going on now?" And dressed constantly in store-clothes, for his parents were more
Oh, only a little money venture." wealthy than Bobby's, and if his mother had seen him in the street
This from Pat, who was called by most of the boys "Gravy." He in as careless a costume as Bobby's, she would have told him to go
spoke the last two words with a kind of a smack, as if he liked the right into the house, where
sound. He'd have been sure to "catch it."
Now I would not like to say that Johnny was a mercenary boy,
but just now money had a peculiar attraction for him on account of a His clothes were clean, and bright, and new,-
certain kite at the village store. His jacket and cap a beautiful blue,-
I say, quoth John, "do tell me, 'Gravy.'" His shoes were elegant fits;
"Not till you 'let up' in being' so proud," said Pat. But his capacity for getting into trouble with his wearing apparel
"Oh, I'm not proud; am I? said Johnny, turning around to ap- and disarranging his garment, was sufficient w his pains-
peal to the other boys; but they were gone of. taking mother
After a little more teasing, Pat said: Almost out of her wits.
Well, then, I'll tell you. One of the village boarders has prom-
ised me ten cents for every pair of frogs' hind-legs we get him. Oh, To search for knowledge is noblc-hence,
but you're such a afraidd cat you would In' dare go." obby Patchet peeped through the fence
Johnny gave an undecided grunt. That guarded a bog
After a little more fun, Gravy" changed his tactics to coaxing. Near by the Patche residence, where in the cool of the evening he
Come now, Johnny, you go with me and --" But John, with had often heard the mellifluous,
a sanctimonious look, put his hand on his breast, and said: Triing songe of a frog.
My aunt said not to get into mischief."g song
"But this aint mischief," said Gravy," patting him patronizingly Marmaduke Brown splendidly dressed
on the back, and pointing toward the board fence, The frog-pond From top to toe in his Sunday best,
aint far off neither."Was going down street,
"But how can we get over? Perhaps he may see us," feebly re- On his way to visit his uncle's family, at whose delightful home he
monstrated Johnny. hoped to remain for several days, if convenient,
"No one is in the lot," said Gravy," peeking through a crack in ed to hen whom suld he meet
the fence. "You just creep right under here," he added, pushing
aside the bushes and showing a hole under the fence. "Hurry, But Bobby Patchet after a stick,
now." And before Johnny knew it, he was under the fence and Pat With whih he meant to kill very quick
That frog in the bog.
"Now, come quick." And in a few minutes they were wading So he generously invited Master Brown to come and see the fun, also
their way through the deep grass to the frog-pond.
n a few moments they er deep in the excitement of hunting the promising to exhibit afterward a recent acquisition by the Patchet
poor froggies, and did not realize how time flew. family, viz. lw
During a specially hard chase for one of the frogs, the little animal large yellow dog.
seated himself under a log that jutted out over the water. Upon this
Gravy climbed out first, and was just raising hisstick to demolish Passing the fence, theyjoyfully see,
the frog when Johnny, who was creeping out after him, all of a sud- In proper position, a root of a tree
den whispered, Oh, my il Tobias Green's coming !" Over the bog.
The effect of that hiper was something dreadful. In n instant, With stealthy steps and hurried care, they make their way out upon
"Gravy" had jumped off the log, which shook it so that off tumbled the exposed root, toward the clump of vegetation whereon reposed,
Johnny into the mud and slime of the frog-pond. in watchful idleness,
Tobias Green did n't make much "bones" of throwing John over The aforesaid frog.
the high board fence, and the poor fellow had to walk home as he was, Maraduke carefully alanc stood
nearly covered with mud. araduke, carefully balancing, stood
He slunk through the by-ways and hedges," as he said; and the Over the mud-hole along as he could,
thought that rankled in his bosom most was that Pat, as he ran off, And then tumbled in.
shouted out, Well, 't any rate, your clothes have had a christening, Ker-splash-much to Bobby's surprise, scaring away Mr. Frog and
Jack." discovering the depth of the mud to be
At the gate, he met his sister Sally, who just gasped, Why, John Just up to his.chin.
Bates! "and led him to his aunt. Her horror-stricken face sent c c
Johnny into fresh tears. Scrambling and crawling out of the mire,
"Why, John Bates where have you been ? Your uncle's been Came Marmaduke Brown in his Sunday attire,
here to get you, and I know these clothes'll never wash. 0, dear !" And started for home,
But she took him into the house and gave him a cookey, only say- Carrying with him a large quantity of-and dropping along the road
ing, "It's half-past six, and time you had a decent supper;" for with at intervals samples of-a rich, creamy, well-moistened,
all her cross words she pitied him, and tried to soothe him with every- Light yellow loam.
thing but words.
If you feel at all concerned about his clothes, you have only to look Marmaduke's sister, Sophronia Brown,
at the picture, and you will see them on the line. They do look quite Met him returning, and, holding her gown
decent, after all, so there is something consoling in this tragedy. Back out of the dirt,
GEO. M. GRIFFITH. Took him by the shoulder, and, marching him around to the back-
door, went for hinm with an old broom and a pail of water, only
On second thoughts, we have decided to let our young readers see stopping to see
George Valentyne's pathetic account of How much he was hurt.
THE LUCKLESS BOY WHO FELL IN. Marmaduke's clothing hangs out on the line;
To the district school in our town, He stays in the house under guard feminine
Went Bobby Patchet and Marmaduke Brown All the day long.
And a lot of other boys, But Bobby Patchet is still hunting for that frog; for if he does not
To whom we do not intend to refer in this narrative, as they were too catch him, he is sure that in the cool of the evening will be repeated,
numerous to mention and only prominently remarkable without request, the somewhat
For making a noise. Monotonous song.

874-1 THE RIDDLE BOX. 749


MY first is refreshing; oh many it's fed; MINNIE sat down, one morning, to make some -
My next is a prominent part of the head; drawings in her sketch-book. She looked out at the
My third lends to beauty its power to please; window, and saw an old bucket. She took great
My fourth is the very quintessence of ease ; pains with her sketch, and, after awhile, produced a .
My fifth is the head of all species of fun. drawing like this:
My whole is a criminal good people shun.
A. S.
ENIGMA. Next she drew a picture of an old pewter wash-basin which was
THE answer contains thirteen letters, and is the name sitting on a shelf. Here you see the
of a plant. The 8, 2, 4, 13, Io is a plant; the I, 9, 6, 5, picture of the basin:
II is an opening; the 12, 3, 7 is a vessel. RUTHVEN.
L B Then she tried to draw the profile of the boy who
ANAGRAlMiBIATICAL BLANKS. washed his face in the basin. Her work was not
(Fill the first -, --lod the lters ofbwhla c may besd very satisfactory this time.
THE in Summer's hues we saw
Near the of the mountain's brow; Her next trial was a drawing of a brush which was
The favoring far behind, used to sweep up the ashes from the hearth. This is
And some were the songsters now. the picture of the brush:
Down in the the willows waved
The streamlet us far away;
Into the sunlit, rocky I\ She looked out in the yard again, and spied a croquet
Where we could ramble the day. \ mallet with a broken handle. It was soon transferred
ALDEBARAN. to the sketch-book.
REBUS, No. 1.

Then she drew a picture of one of the wickets, from
S.. memory. This was not hard to do, as you may judge
4"\ from this:

O ^ r,,- . .'. Her riding-whip was resting against the wall, so she
made a sketch of that.

SJust then her string of beads broke /
After she had gathered them together, she
commenced to draw them; but, as the sketch looked
very much out of proportion, she did not finish it. Here

S- At last, Minnie cut the drawings out and put them together, like a
"dissected" map; and, behold they formed the picture of what her
grandfather termed "A young man 'ofye olden time.'"
By tracing these pictures, and then cutting them out and putting
Sl them together, you can make the same picture that Minnie made. .
SLucius Goss.
SY IF I were captured by a --
.- ... .It sure would make me very -
Myv captor would I soundly
And poison everything he -
1. WAS- supposed to have carried an-- ? 2. SYNCOPATIONS.
Did ever cross the Isthmus of-- ? 3. Were not SYNCOPA .ve. 2
both and-- produced by Juno striking the earth ? I. SYNCOPATE a pronoun, and get a possessive. .
4. -- must frequently have encountered a -- 5- Syncopate a measure, and get a plant. 3 Syncopate
Oh, arouse from thy long 6. We will ap- anger, and get a place. 4. Syncopate fleeced, and get
peal to the god of 7. Depart, pale preserved. 5 Syncopate renown, and get bloody.
from RUTH....


J. -
REBUS, No. 2.

MY first is in lost, but not in found; I FISHED in the Thames this summer day,
My second is in hit, but not in pound; And drew from its depths, quite unaware,
My third is in poor, but not in rich; Four Biblemen who were buried elsewhere:
My fourth is in tar, but not in pitch; Wonder of wonders Who are they ?
My fifth is in money, but not in gold; L. s. G.
My sixth is in young, but not in old;
My seventh is in pike, but not in rock-h M1USICAL TRANSPOSITIONS.
My eighth is in hen, but not in cock;
My ninth is in winter, but not in fall; I. THERE is much musical in the -- family.
My tenth is in hammer, but not in maul; 2. Let us in and hear- 3. Oh! if could
My eleventh is in three, but not in four; but again. 4. deserves a for his non-
My twelfth is in fly. but not in soar. appearance. 5. I heard of-- even in 6. Have
And my whole is the name of a bird. NiP. you any music of -- ? RUTH.


HOUR-GLAss PUZZLE.-Largentiere.-I. Kabooloosoo. 2. Lan- PUZZLE.-" Six young ladies: Hannah, Ada, Eve, Anna, Bab
-caster. 3. Larraga. 4. Lages. 5. Lea. 6. N. 7. Ita. 8. Laino. and Nan. "Three lads:" Bob, Otto and Asa. Noon, madam,
.9. Laneend. o. Landriano. sz. Junglebarry. bub, sis, nun, tenet, peep, tot, gg, deed, minim, aha, eye, tat, civic,
ENIGMA-"A new broom sweeps clean." gig, tut-tut, level, bib, redder, toot, pip, pap, dad.
HIDDEN WORD.-Black-board.-Be-Ella-seek a bee-oh-aye- A PERFECT FIGURE-SQUARE.-
:are-Dee. 8 9 4 3 3 4 9 8
CHARADE.- Chinchilla. 9 4 3 8 8 3 4 9
DIAMOND PUZZLE.-Conundrum.-. C.C 2. Rob. Renew. 4 3 89 9 8 3 4
.4; Regular. 5. Conundrum. 6. Beldame. 7. Warms. 8. Rue. 3 8 9 4 4 9 3 3
.9. M. 3 8 9 4 4 3 i9
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PICTURESQUE ENIGMA.-Confectionery. 4 3 8 9 9 8 3 4
SEXTUPLE SQUARE WORD.--. Olivet. 2. Lamina. 3. Impost. 9 4 3 8 8 3 4 9
.4. Violet. 5. Enseal. 6. Tattle. 8 9 4 3 3 4 9 8
ILLUSTRATED PROVERB.-" Fast bind, fast find." DOUBLE CENTRAL AcROSTIc.-Wren-Lark.-
BLANK SQUARE.-Mite, Item, Team, Emma. Fo--R A-ge.
REBUS.-Great men on both continents begun life poor. Cov- E R-tly.
PATCHWORK.-Love. Tha-N K-ful.

ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN AUGUST NUMBER have been received, previous to August 8S, from Harry M. D. Erisman, Cassy," Freddie
Bradley, "Jicks," Edward W. Robinson, Susie G. and Mary H. Wilson, Lucy R. and Sophie Johnson, Thomas Baldwin, "Mamie and
Bessie," William A. Howell, Hardnut." Eddie H. Eckel, Lulu M. Sutton, "Frank and Laura," Lizzie C. Brown, Carrie Wells, "Flo,"
Louise F. Olmstead. Harry C. Powers, Kittie Saintor, John S. Peckham, Henry C. Hart, S. T. Nicholas, Helen B. Fancharl, Thomas J.
De la Hunt, Mary M. Farley, Frank H. Burt, Mary C. Ayers, Hattie and Ella," Clarence H. Campbell, Florence Palmer, Bertha Fer-
guson, Fannie D. Musgore. Carrie A. Johnson, Florence Graham, Edna H. Kiersted, Rebekah Yates, Nellie Du Puy, Gertrude H. Rugg,
Florence Chandler. Willie and Dorah Bryan, Willie R. Collins, Arnold Guyot Cameron, Lucy A. Pryor, T. O. M., Ellen (7 Hodges,
Emilie L. Haines, William T. Roberts, A. C. C., Hallie & Co.." Carrie Mairs, Sallie Bush, Mary L: Hubbard, Grace E. Rockwell,
Emma C. Preston, Lewis C. Preston, Carrie S. Simpson, Pond-lily," Mignonette." Hattie Crane, Minnie Boyer, Mattie C. Haskins,
David H. Shipman, Lillie T. Gray, Fred Worthington, Willie Boucher Jones, Osgood," Worthington C. Ford, John Maryland, Joseph
Frank Bird. Carrie L. Hastings, Edwin H. Smith, P. W. McCullough, Eddie E. De Vinne, Florence P. Spofford Belle R. Hoper, Lulu
and Willie Habershaw, Marion A. Coombs, Fannie Humphrey, Jessie O. Mallory, Grace G. Hiler, Fred M Ioomie, S Walter Goodson,
Georgie D. Clemens, Ida Crouch, Rose White, G. Davison, Cedar Hill (Tarrytown), "Claire," Fred A. Pratt,,Oscar Hale, Mary Dimond,
Bertha E. Saltmarsh, Jimmy Rogers, Mamie Irvine, Sarah J. Russell, Clara L. Anthony, "Oliver Twist," Hattie C. Smith, "Queen Picka-
minny," Willie H. Frost, W. F. Bridge, J. Bridge, Fan and Ted," M. C. Sherman, S. Young, Nellie S. Colby, James bherwood, Johnnie
;Sherwood, May Brodnax, M. C. G., Susie E. Avery, George B. Crow, Carrie R. Leake, John S. Adriance, Isaac Adriance, M. N. McElroy.

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