Front Cover
 Title Page
 Mr. Crab and his adventures
 The river
 The children's hour
 Uncle Ben's story
 Little by little
 Anecdotes of elephants
 Pull it up by the root
 The pet lamb
 A little sunbeam
 The brown thrush
 James Watt and the tea-kettle
 The song of steam
 The two travellers and the...
 The vulture of the alps
 The star
 Ballad of the tempest
 Poor Sammy
 The monkeys and the red caps
 Bruce and the spider
 Story of a cat and a spaniel
 The brave peasant
 The ram and the mirror
 Speak the truth
 The ship of fame
 The child's prayer
 The better land
 The snow shower
 The frost
 The lily and the dewdrop
 The sheep and the birds
 The theft of the golden eagle
 Trust and try
 The youth of Franklin
 Jupiter and the sheep
 The ettrick shepherd's dog
 A lion hunt
 The acorn and the pumpkin
 The boy artist
 Pride of dress
 Story of an elephant
 Diligence rewarded
 Better than diamonds
 Sunny days will come again
 Pharaoh's dreams
 What a child can do
 The captive maid
 Deeds of kindness
 Llewelyn and his dog
 The three school-fellows
 The wonderful pudding
 The bear and the water-butt
 Children brought to Jesus
 Early piety
 I must not tease my mother
 A wonderful machine
 Bobby and his rabbits
 Consider the lilies of the...
 Tired of play
 Lord Macaulay's mother
 A good recommendation
 Holy Bible, book divine
 Dr. Edward Jenner
 Jesus loves me
 The dogs of St. Bernard
 Joseph like Jesus
 I saw a ship a-sailing
 Set the birds free
 The daisy and the lark
 What's o'clock
 God cares for all
 Dr. Livingstone
 Fields for labour
 The barnyard
 Bad company
 Jesus our shepherd
 Jesus the good shepherd
 The drop of water
 Little thorns
 The four seasons
 A priceless dog
 The dog and the shadow
 The first printer
 Room for all
 The robin redbreast
 The redbreast
 Dick and the giant
 The boy who could not lie
 The duke and the herd-boy
 The raven
 A resolute boy
 A farewell
 David, the shepherd of Bethleh...
 The conquering saviour
 Old Santa Claus
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Back Cover

Group Title: Casket of gems : for boys & girls ; with beautifully coloured plates
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Title: Casket of gems for boys & girls ; with beautifully coloured plates
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Publication Date: 189-?]
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Mr. Crab and his adventures
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    The river
        Page 24
    The children's hour
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Uncle Ben's story
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Little by little
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    Anecdotes of elephants
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Pull it up by the root
        Page 43
    The pet lamb
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
    A little sunbeam
        Page 47
    The brown thrush
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    James Watt and the tea-kettle
        Page 51
    The song of steam
        Page 52
        Page 53
    The two travellers and the bear
        Page 54
    The vulture of the alps
        Page 55
    The star
        Page 56
    Ballad of the tempest
        Page 57
    Poor Sammy
        Page 58
    The monkeys and the red caps
        Page 59
        Page 60
    Bruce and the spider
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Story of a cat and a spaniel
        Page 64
    The brave peasant
        Page 65
        Page 66
    The ram and the mirror
        Page 67
        Page 68
    Speak the truth
        Page 69
    The ship of fame
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    The child's prayer
        Page 74
    The better land
        Page 75
    The snow shower
        Page 76
    The frost
        Page 77
    The lily and the dewdrop
        Page 78
    The sheep and the birds
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
    The theft of the golden eagle
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
    Trust and try
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
    The youth of Franklin
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
    Jupiter and the sheep
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    The ettrick shepherd's dog
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    A lion hunt
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    The acorn and the pumpkin
        Page 108
    The boy artist
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
    Pride of dress
        Page 113
    Story of an elephant
        Page 114
    Diligence rewarded
        Page 115
    Better than diamonds
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    Sunny days will come again
        Page 121
        Page 122
    Pharaoh's dreams
        Page 123
        Page 124
    What a child can do
        Page 125
    The captive maid
        Page 126
        Page 127
    Deeds of kindness
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
    Llewelyn and his dog
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
    The three school-fellows
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
    The wonderful pudding
        Page 137
        Page 138
    The bear and the water-butt
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
    Children brought to Jesus
        Page 143
    Early piety
        Page 144
        Page 145
    I must not tease my mother
        Page 146
    A wonderful machine
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
    Bobby and his rabbits
        Page 150
        Page 151
    Consider the lilies of the field
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
    Tired of play
        Page 155
    Lord Macaulay's mother
        Page 156
    A good recommendation
        Page 157
    Holy Bible, book divine
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
    Dr. Edward Jenner
        Page 161
    Jesus loves me
        Page 162
    The dogs of St. Bernard
        Page 163
        Page 164
    Joseph like Jesus
        Page 165
    I saw a ship a-sailing
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
    Set the birds free
        Page 169
    The daisy and the lark
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
    What's o'clock
        Page 174
    God cares for all
        Page 175
    Dr. Livingstone
        Page 176
        Page 177
    Fields for labour
        Page 178
    The barnyard
        Page 179
    Bad company
        Page 180
    Jesus our shepherd
        Page 181
        Page 182
        Page 183
    Jesus the good shepherd
        Page 184
        Page 185
    The drop of water
        Page 186
        Page 187
        Page 188
    Little thorns
        Page 189
    The four seasons
        Page 190
        Page 191
    A priceless dog
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
    The dog and the shadow
        Page 195
    The first printer
        Page 196
        Page 197
    Room for all
        Page 198
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
    The robin redbreast
        Page 202
    The redbreast
        Page 203
    Dick and the giant
        Page 204
        Page 205
    The boy who could not lie
        Page 206
        Page 207
        Page 208
        Page 209
    The duke and the herd-boy
        Page 210
        Page 211
    The raven
        Page 212
        Page 213
        Page 214
        Page 215
    A resolute boy
        Page 216
    A farewell
        Page 217
    David, the shepherd of Bethlehem
        Page 218
        Page 219
    The conquering saviour
        Page 220 (MULTIPLE)
    Old Santa Claus
        Page 221
        Page 222
    Table of Contents
        Page 223
    List of Illustrations
        Page 224
        Page 225
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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JACK WILTON was enjoying his holidays at the sea
side town of Rosaport. Everything was new to him
and the delights of the sea never ceased to charm
him. He liked nothing better than to be out on the
dancing waves, either rowing along with his papa, or
catching the lively little fish that were to be found in the
bay. Sometimes, too, he got a sail in a yacht, and then his
happiness was supreme, insomuch that when he went to
bed at night, he could speak of nothing else-talked about
sleeping with his head to the bow and his feet to the stern,
and in the morning was often found by his nurse, putting
up his sheet for a mainsail, or fishing with a string having
a crooked pin at the end, for the slippers that lay on the
bedroom floor. Now, it happened that in Rosaport the
people got up a very large aquarium,-that is, a kind of
show in which you see great tanks, partly made of glass,
and filled with salt or fresh water, as may be required. In
these are placed all kinds of fish and other creatures that
live in the water. When you look through the glass, you
can see them dash about, or walk or creep, just as they
would do if they were in the sea itself. Jack's papa
procured him a ticket, which admitted him at any time;
and as he was greatly pleased with all he saw there, he
went to the aquarium very often. One day he found him-
self almost alone in the place, and was looking at the funny
movements of a large crab, when the odd creature climbed
up the little artificial rockery in the tank, and stood on
the top, which was above the surface of the water. Jack


noticed that its back looked blue and red like the face of a
boy suffering from extreme cold, and that its nippers were
large and strong. It first darted jts little horny eyes right
and left, as if to see if Jack was quite alone; then it
trimmed its feelers, as a gentleman trims his moustache,
and at last, in a sharp, piping voice, cried, "Hulloa, little
fellow, I'm Mr. Crab!" Jack was surprised, and not a
little afraid; but recovering himself, he felt inclined to be
angry, for he did not like to be called "little." Did he
not wear a regular hat upon Sundays, and was he not
looking forward to having a man's coat in a year ? Never-
theless, it was not everybody who could boast of a chat
with a crab, and so he resolved to be civil.
Good morning, Mr. Crab, my name is Jack Wilton."
Come nearer then, Jack; for I am old, and my voice is
Here I am," said Jack, going quite close to the tank,
and bending over it; "but no nipping, mind !" for his nose
was dangerously near.
"Nipping! Ha-ha!" laughed Mr. C. "Oh dear, no;
besides, your nose would not be good to eat, though I were
to take a bit. No, no, I wish to have a talk with you; for,
you see, although this tank is full of different kinds of crea-
tures, I am rather lonely, being the only crab in it. Then,
the people who come crowding to see us, only wait a minute
or two and pass on. Sometimes, indeed, some wise-looking
folks, with spectacles on, stand and watch me for a long
time; but then they keep calling me long names, and I
hate that. One man, the other day, called me a crzustacean,
and I felt as if I could have clawed him." And here Mr.
C. got up, and stamped with rage, four feet at a time.
But you should not be angry with people' for calling
you a crustacean," said Jack, "for that is just what you
"No, I'm not: I'm not half so crusty as some of my
Oh, but that's not what I mean. A crustacean is just a


shell-fish," said Jack, who had heard about such things at
Well, well, never mind Crab is the name that I like
best, all the same."
You seem to have a nice set of neighbours," suggested
SJack, changing the subject.
Oh, pretty fair. There's Lazy Lobster now, as we call
him here. You can see him fumbling away at something
in that dark corner down below there. He is always in the
way, and I am constantly tripping over his feelers."
"The proper word is tentacula," said Jack with some
pride of learinng.
Ten what ?" asked Mr. C.
"Ten-tac-u-la-' feelers,' as you called them just now."
But he has only two," persisted Mr. C.
I know that well enough," quoth Jack somewhat snap-
pishly, but the two feelers are called tentacula for all that."
"That seems odd: but you should know best. Well, Lazy
this very morning got hold of one of my hind legs, think-
ing it was something to eat, and didn't he give it a squeeze!
I declare I feel it sore yet. He is not a bad fellow though,
and we often have a little chat about our frolics in the dear
old sea. I have many other neighbours. There are the
little black whelks that slide about on the rocks like snails,
with their houses on their backs, and sometimes, when I
am smart enough, I snap up a prime juicy one. Did you
ever taste a whelk, Jack ?"
"Oh, often and often," cried Jack with delight, "but they
were boiled though."
Eh ? Boiled,' 'boiled,'-what's boiled' ?"
Don't you know ? Why, it means being put in a pot
with water, and then placed on a fire, and the heat goes all
through the water, till it bubbles and steams long enough to
prepare the whelks for eating."
"Oh-ah-yes-I see. Are c-crabs ever boiled, Jack?"
asked Mr. C. in a sickly manner.
"Yes, often. They are not good till they are boiled."


"Indeed!" said Mr. C., getting red in the face. "Then
since I am not boiled I must be bad, it seems. I prefer to
be bad; so you had better go home and get yourself boiled
to make you a good boy, and you can choose a more worthy
companion for the future," and so saying, he scrambled
down from his perch, and almost hid himself among the
weeds beneath.
SJack at first felt inclined to laugh, but he was sorry Mr.
Crab had misunderstood him; and having heard that mis-
understandings always grow worse the longer they are left
unexplained, he determined to coax his friend up, so as to
put matters right at once. He therefore tapped on the
glass of the tank, wagged his finger, and cried, Do come
up, Mr. Crab; I did not mean to vex you. Please, come
up, and I '11 explain all about it." For a long time Mr. C.
only shook his back, as if to say, I wont," and tried to
hide himself altogether out of sight. But kindly looks and
kindly words have been known to reach the hearts of even
the lower animals, and so Jack continued to entreat Mr.
C. to come up. At last he was rewarded, for though he
looked very sullen, the huffy old thing came slowly up
to his place to hear Jack's explanation.
"All I meant was," he said, "that crabs were not good
for food to man till they are boiled. I did not wish you
to think that crabs were bad. God made crabs for some
useful purpose, and so they must be good creatures in their
own way.
I see, I see," said Mr. Crab; "but before I forgive you
quite, tell me this, Jack: Have you ever eaten a crab ?"
No, never. I am quite sure."
"Then it is all right. Let us shake claws over it."
Jack fearlessly put out his hand, and although Mr. C.
gave him a squeeze that brought the tears to his eyes,
he bore it like a man, and Mr. C. and he were good
friends ever after.
"And now," said Jack, "please tell me something more
about your neighbours."


I will to-morrow, but not to-day, for here comes a
crowd of people, so you had better be off."
"Very well; but I shall come earlier to-morrow. Good
bye!" and Jack went home to tell his little brothers and
Sisters of all that he had seen and heard.


*. NEXT day, early in the forenoon, Jack went to the aqua-
rium, and found Mr. Crab in an excellent humour, for he
had just had a toothsome breakfast off a nice bit of raw
herring, his tastes being like those of the Germans, who
prefer the raw herring to the boiled.
"Good morning, Mr. Crab."
"Good morning, Jack," said he, getting up to his place.
It is very good of you to spare me so much of your time,
When you might be outside at your games."
"Oh, I come because I like to hear you, and you promised
to tell me more about your neighbours, you know."
"Quite right. Well, where shall I begin? I have so
many neighbours, as I told you-mussels, oysters, limpets,
sea-urchins, starfish, besides several kinds of fish. I think
I shall tell you something about those flower-like creatures,
of various colours, which you see sticking on the rocks."
"I know them," cried Jack, "they are called sea-
"Indeed !"we call them slyjellies, because, although they
look so pretty and innocent, their leaves are nothing but
feelers for catching unwary small animals that get within
their reach. I remember, when I was a little fellow, not
much bigger than the locket on your chain, sidling across
the top of one of them, fancying it was nothing but a
beautiful sea-weed, when I felt the soft leaf-feelers closing
rcum.' me, and I was being gradually sucked down into its
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stomach, when, luckily for me, my sharp shell cut the
creature in two, and I managed to escape from between the
halves. A day or so afterwards, I saw the two bits quite
happy, and fishing away-two sly-jellies instead of one!"
Oh, Mr. Crab, what a story !" cried Jack laughing.
"Quite true, I assure you," said Mr. C., with much
gravity. "And what is more, such things happen in the
sea every day."
Jack did not feel certain about it, but he was afterwards
informed by his papa that Mr. Crab was right.
"Now, Jack, look down at the gravel. Do you see a
huge whelk-shell moving about very quickly-far more
quickly than any real whelk could move ?"
"Yes, yes, I see it. Ha-ha! how it is hobbling about to
be sure!" and Jack burst into a fit of laughing, and indeed
for a time he almost forgot Mr. Crab, in watching the funny
tilts and tumbles of the clumsy yet fidgety old shell.
"That's the comic fellow of the tank," said Mr. C.
Wait a minute, and you will see him for yourself."
"Hooray! there he is! and I know him," shouted Jack,
as he saw the tiny head and two little claws of a crab peep
out from under the big shell. "I know him! it's the
Hermit crab. He is always half-dressed, and he has to
stick his hind quarters into whatever shell comes handiest."
Quite right, Jack; and now I will tell you a queer thing
that happened just the other morning. One of the sly-
jellies or an-an-what did you call them ?"
"Yes, one of the anemones, quite a youngster, could get
no rest on account of his being tickled by Lazy Lobster's
twotacula, and"-
Ten-tacula," interrupted Jack.
"And so," continued Mr. C., taking no notice, he slipped
down from his place, and got on to the Hermit's old whelk-
shell, while crabbie was sound asleep inside. In the
morning, the Hermit woke up, and feeling something heavy
on the top of him, set off at a great rate round the gravel-


space, trying to shake it off. The anemone enjoyed the
Side immensely, spreading out its feelers to balance itself."
Just like the riders in the circus," said Jack.
"And while it went round" on its jovial ride, the limpets
i canted up their shells to get a view, the whelks put out their
telescope eyes, the mussels gaped with astonishment, old
Lazy almost cracked his sides with mirth, and the merry
little fish above nearly drowned themselves with laughing,"
and here Mr. Crab's feelers wiggle-waggled, and his nippers
snap-snapped like fingers and thumbs, as if he heartily
enjoyed the very remembrance of the fun.
Soon after," continued he, "the poor Hermit, panting
after so hard a run, came clean out of the shell, regardless
Sof what beholders might think, and begged Master Anemone
to stop his fun, and get off the shell. After much slipping
and sliding Master A. did get off, and amid the greatest
laughter, poor crabbie got into his old shell, back foremost."
"That was jolly good fun," remarked Jack. But, Mr.
Crab, you said a little ago, that the fish were nearly drowned.
SHow could a fish be drowned when water is its own proper
element ?"
Easily. You know that a fish breathes by means of
gills. The water enters by the mouth. The air it contains
is kept by these gills, and then the water passes out behind.
If the water were to rush into the gills first, the fish would
not be able to breathe, and so it would be drowned. When
it is taken out of the water, the gills stick together like
bits of wet paper, and can not breathe then, so that the
fish dies."
How are you able to live out of the water, then ?"
Oh, my gills are kept in a kind of box, which holds enough
water to keep them in good condition for breathing while
I take a ramble on the shore, or while I have a chat with
you, Jack. I have only to take a dip, and then I am all
right for a while," and suiting the action to the word, Mr.
Crab let himself down to the bottom of the tank, and after
some time came up smiling to the surface.


I could not do that," sighed Jack, "but I know a big
fellow at our school who can dive, and keep under the
water for a good while."
Ah, but he cannot breathe while he is down, as I can,"
said Mr. C.
"Why ?"
I am not sure, but I think your gills are not the same
as mine."
Oh, I have no gills; my breathing things are called lungs,
and I think yours are also called by the same name; and
now that I remember, my lungs can only breathe in air,
and when water gets in they can't. I know that, every-
time I try to swim."
"And so, you see, if you had water to breathe, you
would speedily drown."
"Yes, thank you, I understand it all now."
By the way, Jack, when you are going to have a new
suit, do you need to hide till it is ready."
Oh no," replied Jack laughing, I wear my old things
till the new ones come home from the tailor's."
Happy boy! cried Mr. C. It is quite different with
me. When my body gets too big for my shell, I drop out
of it, and have to hide beneath a rock, for, you see, I am
then so soft that even my own brothers would bite me if
they could."
"Horrid!" cried Jack, "but do you know, one of my
brothers once bit my arm through my clothes !"
O Jack, surely that is not true."
No, Mr. Crab, it is quite true."
Well, well, I never heard anything so dreadful. We
poor stupid things might easily make a mistake about a soft
brother, and even eat him; but for boys to bite those they
know to be their brothers, and to bite what they cannot
eat, seems to me both wicked and wasteful."
"And so it is; but please to tell me, Mr. Crab, do you
manage to get out of your shell quickly ?"
"Oh yes, just in a twinkling."


Do you break the old shell in pieces first ? "
No, no. We come out clean, leaving the shell whole."
Every bit of you ?"
Every bit."
Then do please tell me how to do it," said Jack in his
most coaxing manner, "for mamma says I am very slow at
getting out of my clothes when it is bedtime, and it would
be so jolly to say 'here goes!' and be into my night-shirt
before she could say 'Jack Robinson.'"
I would be very glad to tell you all about it," replied
Mr. C., "if you had a shell the same as mine; but with
your buttons and strings, and so on-no, I don't see how it
could be done."
Jack felt disappointed, but said nothing, and as people
just then began to crowd into the aquarium, he had to say
" good bye" for that day.


As Jack was required at home next day, he did not go as
usual to see his friend; but early on the day following he
was at the tank, and as Mr. Crab was waiting, the con-
versation was speedily renewed.
I 've been wearying for you," said Mr. C. "Yesterday,
I waited till my lungs were almost dry in the hope of your
coming. But perhaps you are tired of my long stories ? "
Not a bit," said Jack, I hope you are not nearly done
yet. Go on, please."
"Well, since you are so kind, I shall tell you to-day of
a little adventure I had when I was quite small in size-
after my tail had been tucked up, you know."
"Your tail!" exclaimed Jack. "Who ever heard of a
crab's tail ?"
On this, Mr. C. begged Jack to take hold of him, and
to turn him on his back. This done,-for he was not


frightened-Mr. C. opened the part of his shell which I
have heard boys and girls call his "purse."
Do you see that, Jack ?" said Mr. C. from beneath.
"That was my tail when I was a baby-crab, in fact I
was at that time very like a common shrimp, and used my
tail as he does. By-and-bye, as I grew larger, it grew
bigger and broader, and at last was tucked up beneath me,
as you see. And now, please, turn me back to my old
position, for I don't like lying with my legs in the air like
Mr. Crab's request was complied with, and when he was
all right again, Jack thanked him for the information given,
and begged him to go on with his story.
"To begin then :-One fine summer day, some friends
and I agreed to have a little excursion to a certain stone-
quay in a Highland Loch. Our old folks had told us that
boats often came to this place, knocking off mussels and
other shell-fish with their sharp bows, while the people
that sailed in them pitched crumbs and other dainties into
the water. So, feeling sure of plenty to eat, we walked a
long way by a winding path of sand, and at length arrived
at the quay. Truly there was a feast of good things, and
we lost no time in beginning to eat. We were just in the
midst of it, when plump down into our midst came a great
big juicy mussel, its shell off, and all ready for eating.
There was a great rush for it, but the biggest fellow got
hold of it and, wonderful to tell! he had no sooner begun
to enjoy it, than he rose higher and higher through the
water, until he was clean out of sight! We had scarcely
recovered from our surprise, when down came another
mussel, if possible sappier than the first. Again it was
seized, and up, up, rose friend number two. The same thing
was repeated again and again till five of us were away, and
I only remained; but it was only for a little, for I too got a
mussel, clutched it, began to eat it, and was hoisted clean
out of the water to find myself soon after, with my five


Friends, in what I was told was an old jelly-can. Oh dear!
Such a fearful row as there was in that can! Just fancy,
Jack, if six boys, with their four-and-twenty limbs, were
thrown higgledy-piggledy into a barrel without a chance
of getting out, what a scrimmage there would be! Well,
Here were we six, with twelve nippers and forty-eight legs
amongst us, topsy-turvy, wiggledy-waggledy, clawing, scrap-
ing, pinching, and pushing each other with might and main;
and our woes made worse by the wicked boy who had
caught us, standing above us, clapping his hands, and
shouting with laughter at the fine sport we made for him."
Jack's eyes twinkled, and he stuffed his handkerchief into
his mouth in case Mr. C. should see him laughing, and be
"Shortly after," continued Mr. Crab, "he carried us up
to a dusty road, and, having got a long switch, he tumbled
us all out, and tried to drive us before him like a flock of
sheep. But none of us cared to walk straight forward, so
we bolted here and there-some tried to get over the sea
wall, some tried to plunge into the ditch, in fact we scam-
pered in all directions, eager to escape, for we were almost
choked with dust, and nearly dead with fright. When our
poor weak legs refused to carry us further, we were switched
along the road ever so many yards at a time. Luckily for
me, I managed to get out of the way, and, lame and
wearied, I limped down to the sea-side, and alone of all
the six, arrived at home, where I need not tell you, there
was great grief over the loss of so many interesting crab-
lings. But that boy was punished, Jack, punished by
myself without my knowing it till afterwards. For a while I
never went near the stone quay without fear and trembling;
but, as nothing happened to me, I grew bolder, and went
quite close to it. Once I was busy over a bit of string, and
trying to see if it would eat, when I found the string being
Pulled up. I tried hard to let go, but one of my nippers
had got entangled in a loose strand of the cord, and I could
not: I was therefore hauled ashore. This time there were


two boys; my captor and another, who was busy fishing.
My captor seemed to have some ill will to the other boy,
for no sooner did he get me free from the string, than
he walked on tip-toe to the place where the other was
looking earnestly into the water, expecting a nibble, and
dropped me down his back, between his shirt and his skin.
The place was hot and uncomfortable, so I scrambled and
scratched my hardest, while the poor fisher yelled with
the pain, and danced about as if he were mad. The
more he danced the deeper I went down, and the more
fiercely did I struggle to escape-pinching and clawing
at his smooth bare back in order to help myself out.
The boy's yells brought many people rushing to the quay
-most of them thinking that he must have swallowed a
hook, or that a hook had gone into his eye. At last a big
hand came down his back, and I-the innocent cause of
all the disturbance-was dragged forth to view. Before
being pitched into the water, I had time to see that the
boy I had been hurting was none other than my old
enemy of the jelly-can and the crab-race! I did not
mean to cause him pain; I only wished to get out of an
unpleasant place; and yet, I should not wonder if his back,
that night, had much writing in red ink about the powers
of a crab. Never be cruel to the lower animals, Jack,
for if you be, you are sure to be punished in the long
run. But I am getting dry now, and you have waited
long enough for to-day. If you come to-morrow, I have a
story to tell you of a fight I once had."
Oh, thank you, thank you, Mr. Crab, I shall be delighted
to come, if I be quite well, and mamma has nothing for-me
to do. Good-bye !" and Jack went home, taking hearty fits
of laughing by the way, as he remembered the comic story
of the crab race.



"GOOD morning, Jack," said Mr. Crab, as his young friend
came up next morning, radiant with expectation.
"Good morning, Mr. Crab, and now for 'the fight.'"
"Dear me, you are in a great hurry; but I'11 tell you all
about it directly;" and settling himself on a nice bit of
sea-weed, which he had trailed up for the purpose, he went
on thus :-
"After a long and dreary winter one year, when food
Swas scarce and work was hard, I resolved to visit a distant
7 part of the sea-bottom, where, as I was told, there was
plenty of food. I shall not weary you with an account of
my journey; it is enough to tell you that at length I
reached a beautiful region, where there were tracts of fine
sand, splendid clumps of sea-weed, and here and there the
great brown rocks, with quite a choice of holes in which to
stay. I picked out one of the best, and was just settling
down after a dainty meal of sweet sea-slugs, when into my
place came one of the prettiest young lady-crabs I had ever
seen. Her shell was lovely, her eyes jet black, and her
Sclaws the perfection of elegance and grace. When first
Sshe saw me, she moved shyly backwards, as if anxious to
escape my notice; but I begged her to come in and make
herself at home-which she could do all the more readily
since it was her own house of which I had coolly taken
possession. I suppose, too, that she felt satisfied with my
appearance, for, after a little, she became quite chatty, and
told me all I wished to learn about this part of the sea.
SOne thing alone, she said, was wanting to make her own
happiness and that of her neighbours complete-and that
was the death or expulsion of the great Velvet-Fiddler.
About a mile off, in a thickly weeded part of the water,
the monster lived. He was gigantic in size, and was the
terror of the sea-bottom for miles around. His chief


delight was to fight every crab he met, and never to leave
off till he had either crippled or killed his opponent.
Besides that, he was the horror of a small colony of Green-
back Crabs, whole families of whom he had slain and
afterwards eaten. In the caves about this dreadful abode,
she said, the skeletons and claws of the multitudes he had
killed, were to be found lying an inch deep. He had but
recently dared to attack the beautiful Shelline, as my
handsome young crab was called; and she shewed me one
of her toes which he had rudely broken. As she told me
these things, my heart leapt at the thought that I might
be the means of punishing the cruel monster, for it is ever
the pride of the male to defend the female of his race.
"'Shelline,' said I,' I shall not rest till this place is rid
of this wicked monster. This instant I shall sally forth
in quest of him. Kindly examine my armour. My nip-
pers, I know, are in fine pinching order, and ready for the
"'Bravest!' she replied, after a careful inspection, 'your
shell-armour is tight and without a flaw. Go, then,' she
continued, with tears in her eyes-at least I think there
were, for I could not see aright for the water in my own,
'Go, then, and may you be successful in your enterprise.
Wear this for my sake, and "when this you see, remember
me."' With that, she presented me with a pretty blade of
dulse, pulled fresh and glossy from the side of the rock.
I placed it in my bosom, and went forth on my venture.
The day was lovely. The water above me was green as
emerald, the sands below me yellow as gold. 'Oh that I
had the fins of a fish,' thought I, 'that with lightning speed
I might dart to the den of the crab-slayer!' But it was
no use wishing, so I strode onwards, striking terror by my
warlike mien to the heart of flounder and sole, and skate
and halibut, as they sped from before me. Long eels
wriggled quickly from my path; pink star-fish lay flat at
my approach, and spiky urchins rolled aside to let me pass.
When I was more than half-way, my progress was delayed


by a thick grove of long string-like weeds through which
I had to travel; and the trouble I had among them, caused
me to feel somewhat tired before I reached the other side.
I Here, however, I found the settlement of the Greenbacks-
creatures very small in size compared with myself-but bold
Sand enterprising. I fancy they took me to be the crab-
Sslayer at first, for they fled at my approach, and as they
Were nearly all lame, their efforts at running were not very
'? successful. Speedily I managed to assure them that my
intentions were peaceful, and that I had come for the
purpose of ridding them of their bloodthirsty neighbour.
No sooner had I said this, than they danced around me,
lame legs and all. They brought me all kinds of nice
things to eat, so that after a short time I felt quite
refreshed, and continued my journey. Two of the oldest
Colonists undertook to shew me the way, and as we went
along, they told me many stories of the monster's cruelty.
They hooped I would be prosperous, but they were afraid
lest I should have the same fate as many others who had tried
before. The monster, it seemed, had a way of dragging
the opponent, whom he could neither maim nor kill, to the
edge of a tremendous precipice that was behind his*den,
and throwing him over it. At last we came to the entrance
of a gloomy weed-forest, and my companions wishing me
every success, left me to pursue my way alone. I had not
gone many paces, when a terrible figure rose up before me.
It had great glowering eyes, a thick rugged-looking body,
and legs and claws so long and fierce, that my courage
began to give way. He was at least thrice my own size,
and as he came stalking out from among the slimy weeds,
and into the sickly twilight, I was so frightened, that I had
half a mind to turn and run. A look, however, at the
love-token which Shelline had given me, restored me to
myself, and I made bold to stay.
"'Wretched crab,' said he, addressing me in the. crustiest
of tones, 'what business have you here ?'
"'Wretched, thyself,' cried I, 'thou heartless creature, thou


slayer of the innocent, thou villainous crab-maimer, I am
here to slay the slayer, and to give thy claws to the Green-
"'Ha, ha,' he scornfully replied, 'come on then, and I
shall scrunch thee as I would the veriest periwinkle !'
"With that we came to close quarters, and, grappling
together, we wrestled furiously. For some time neither ot
us gained any advantage; but I felt myself being gradually
dragged among the slippery weeds that warped about us, or
broke as we dashed wildly hither and thither. Nearer and
nearer were we coming to the awful precipice about which
I had been warned. I put forth all my strength, and every
joint seemed to crack with the strain; but all seemed of no
use. In vain I plied my nippers on my enemy's stubborn
shell; I could not break it, nor even crack it. I turned, as a
last chance, upon his long legs, and, lo, they bent, they broke
with the squeeze I gave them. Snap, snap went one after
another, and I thought myself safe, when suddenly I lost
foothold, and over the precipice we went together, the
wretch's claws grasping my left nipper as if in a vice. With
my right I tried to catch at the weeds that grew on the
face of the rock, as we reeled and whirled down, down,
down to certain death on the stones below. For a few
moments every effort was useless, but at last I grasped a
strong weed, and held on hard. I could do nothing for my
own safety, however, so long as the creature held my left
nipper, and so I hung there scarcely knowing what to do.
By-and-bye, to my great joy, the monster relaxed his grip,
and seemed about to slip off altogether, when he let go
my nipper, and caught one of my legs. To fling off that
leg was the work of a moment, and then, though wounded,
I was free. I managed to drag myself slowly and painfully,
by means of weeds, to the top of the precipice, where I lay
down to rest, and after this, all that happened to me is like
a dream. I became unconscious, and when I awoke I was
in Shelline's abode, being carefully tended by her loving
claws. I heard afterwards that a large company of Green-


backs, curious to know the result of the fight, had crept
nearer and nearer, till at length they found me out, and
with much labour dragged me home. As the reward of
my bravery I was permitted to marry Shelline, and we
lived very happily together till the sad event which tore
her from me, and brought me to this place."
"That is a capital story," said Jack, drawing a long
breath; "but is that quite true about throwing off your leg,
Mr. Crab ? I have just been counting the number of your
legs, and I don't find one wanting. Have you a wooden
one ?"
"There, there You have just asked two questions.
Well, I answer 'yes' to the first, and 'no' to the second.
Crabs can throw off their legs if they choose, and others
grow on in their place."
That is queer," said Jack. I wish very much it were
the same with us. But I must go home now, Mr. Crab;
and so, thanking you very much for your story, and trying
to remember that it is the pride of the boys to defend the
girls, I must say good-bye," and off he went in great spirits.


" OH Mr. Crab," cried Jack, as, next morning, he ran up to
the tank. Oh Mr. Crab, I am so sorry, but a letter has
come to-day from Uncle John, asking mamma to allow me
to go to him on a visit. Mamma is writing just now, say-
ing I may go, and I shall be off by the first steamer in the
morning. Oh dear, and I shall not hear any more of your
nice stories for a long while, because before my visit to
Uncle is at an end, my holidays will be over, and I shall not
get back to Rosaport any more this year."
I am quite vexed to hear it," said Mr. C., '"for I have
really enjoyed having a nice boy to talk to; and, indeed,
it was a great pleasure to me to tell you all about my past


history. I had many other adventures to tell you, but
these I must keep for you till another year, if we should
both live so long."
"Won't you tell me one to-day, Mr. Crab."
Oh certainly, if you wish it."
I wish it very much, Mr. Crab."
"Then what shall it be about? Let me see!" and
Mr. C. turned up his horny little eyes, as if thinking what
to say.
I know what I would like to hear about," said Jack; I
should like you to tell me all about the sad event that
caused you to be imprisoned in the aquarium."
I will," said Mr. C., and proceeded as follows:-" At
the request of a large family of youngsters, Shelline and I
agreed to give a grand party, and this was the more easy to
do on account of a storm, which had been the means of
killing many kinds of small fish by dashing them against
the rocky shore. All who were asked to the party had
said they would come, so that a good deal had to be done
to prepare for the occasion. The spot we chose for it was
floored with snow-white lime, being just cockle and other
shells ground small by the waves."
Lime!" exclaimed Jack, "where did they get the lime?"
Out of the water, to be sure; for, though you cannot
see it, there is enough of it to give all the creatures of our
kind the shells they wear. When they die, the lime used
in making these shells is just given back to the sea, and it
is prepared by the waves for the animals that need it."
Oh yes, I understand," said Jack: please go on about
the party."
In the midst, then, of this pretty white floor," continued
Mr. C., we had a large flat stone fringed all round with
green sea-weed. This was to be our table; and it had to
be a big one, for you know, Jack, we cannot sit down on a
chair as you can, and so we had to get up on the table at
supper-time. Surrounding the place, were a vast number
of tall brown tangles, which just looked like pillars; and,


overhead was a roof of beautiful purple leaves, with spaces
between to let through the soft moonlight we expected to
shine upon us on the party night. Our boy-crabs were
busy hunting for days before, while the girl-crabs stayed at
home to help their mother. Before sun-down on the great
day, our table was spread with all sorts of good things."
"I should like to hear what things you had," said
Jack, who thought himself well able to judge of a good
At the one end," said Mr. C., "we had a fine eel curled
round and round with his head sticking up in the middle;
at the other, a fat sole, his white side uppermost; along the
sides were different kinds of little fish, each one in an
oyster shell; and in the centre, a fan-shaped shell full of
shrimps, and a monster mussel, the pride of the feast.
This huge creature had defied every effort to get at him for
days; but luckily, my eldest boy-crab, a brave little fellow,
by dint of earnest watching, succeeded at last in catching
him while he was yawning, and dragged him home in
triumph by the beard. Of course many of the creatures on
our table had been dead for several days, but I suppose
you know that some kinds of animal food are all the better
for being kept. At length the night came; everything
was ready, and the guests were beginning to arrive; but,
to our great disappointment, the sky was cloudy, and the
moon not likely to make her appearance. This would have
spoilt all our little arrangements, and our supper would have
become a regular scramble, but for the efforts of Shelline
and myself to keep order. Suddenly, to our amazement
and delight, the fringe round our table began to sparkle
and glitter, and shortly hung like beads of gold on threads
of emerald; the tall tangle-pillars were next lit up with
countless little jets of flame; and, finally, the purple dome
of weeds above us was crusted over with dazzling diamonds.
Our party-hall thus became more lovely than the fairest of
fairy palaces."
Splendid! splendid!" shouted Jack; but suddenly sober-


ing he added, "but look here, Mr. Crab, is this all true, or
is it only a 'make up' ?"
Mr. Crab frowned and seemed offended.
"Perhaps," said he, "you do not know that sometimes
the sea is full of very little creatures that glisten in the dark
like sparks of fire ? "
"Oh yes, Mr. Crab, I have heard of them; and I beg
your pardon for appearing not to believe you. I have seen
what you mean, when we have been sailing in our boat, and
the oar made great flashes of light at every dip. They
are said to be phos-phos-tuts! What do you call that
stuff on the end of a match that makes it kindle ?"
I am sure I don't know," said Mr. C.
"Oh, I have it! They are said to be phosphorescent-
yes, that's the word," and Jack looked up with conscious
"And a very long word it is; I wonder that a little
fellow like you can remember such a big one."
Pray, go on with the party. I am sorry I interrupted
"It did not take long to get supper over, and then the
youngsters had great fun with cracker-weeds, games at
hunt the cockle, &c., wrestling matches, walking round the
edge of the table on their hindmost legs, their nippers in
the air, or trying who could get up quickest when tumbled
on their backs. When they were tired, a walk was pro-
posed, so Shelline and I led the way, and the rest followed
in pairs. We went outside to see the illuminations, which
were everywhere as bright and beautiful as in our party-
hall. On we went, forgetting time and distance in the
pleasures of our walk. All at once, there burst upon our
view something we had never seen before. It was, as we
then thought, a palace, about the length of this tank, with
beautiful arches lighted up with the strange fires, and with
open spaces between. It had a circular entrance at both
ends, and, curious to see it from the inside, Shelline and I
walked in, and, to our alarm, found ourselves drop suddenly


down, the moment we crossed the threshold. The rest
followed, and all were amused at the sudden down-come at
the door-step. We then walked about admiring the place,
and met two or three good-looking lobsters doing the same.
At length, thinking we had been away from home long
enough, we made for the entrance, but found, to our surprise
and horror, that it was high above our reach. We rushed
to the other entrance. It was the same. Then there was a
panic! Our joy was turned to woe, as, with frantic gestures,
we sped hither and thither, now dashing ourselves against
the sides, now trying in vain to squeeze ourselves through
the open spaces; and when we found all our efforts useless,
we lay huddled in a corner awaiting the awful fate that
somehow we all expected. The lobsters did not give in
so soon, for they kept feeling here and pushing there for a
long time. Some of their acquaintances outside, seeing
their position, tried to haul them through by their feelers,
but they did not succeed in doing more than hurting the
poor prisoners. Morning dawned, and what we had taken
for a palace, was nothing but a big cage made of wooden
hoops and cordage. Shortly, our prison was violently
shaken, and we felt ourselves being dragged out of the
water. We came ashore in the bay of Rosaport, and found
some rough-looking men standing about us. They seemed
pleased with what they had caught. We were taken out
one by one, and put into a creel or basket. While this was
going on, a gentleman came up, and spying me, he said, 'That
is a splendid fellow. How much will you let me have him
for ?' and they struck a bargain, the upshot of which was,
that the gentleman carried me off in a net bag and put me
in this tank. In the hurry, I-did not see Shelline, nor have
I heard of her since. Can you think what has become of
her, Jack?"
"Well, Mr. Crab, I am rather afraid that-but I don't
like to tell you;" and Jack spoke feelingly.
"You don't think they have b- boiled her, Jack ?"
I think they have."


"Oh dear, dear! poor Shelline!" and Mr. C., forgetting
Jack in his sorrow, plunged down to the bottom of the
tank, and hid himself in its gloomiest corner.
Jack was very sorry for him, and came away bearing
on his mind the evils of such prying curiosity as led to the
disasters here recorded.


-H, tell me, pretty river!
O J Whence do thy waters flow ? -
And whither art thou roaming,
So pensive and so slow ?"

"My birthplace was the mountain,
My nurse the April showers;
My cradle was a fountain,
O'er-curtained by wild flowers.

"One morn I ran away,
A madcap, hoyden rill-
And many a prank that day
I played down the hill!

"And then, 'mid meadowy banks,
I flirted with the flowers,
That stooped, with glowing lips,
To woo me to their bowers.

"But these bright scenes are o'er,
And darkly flows my wave,
I hear the ocean roar,
And there must be my grave!"



BETWEEN the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper and then a silence;
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.


They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old moustache as I am
Is not a match for you all ?

I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you for ever,
Yes, for ever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away !

O R aHEY jow i OT,
_' ,, neithere r do they reap nor
,U otter into burns;
feedeth them

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Uncle Ben is a retired sailor, living in a village; and he tells this story to two
little girls, Flora Lee and Nellie Green.

W HEN I was a young man, I went on a whaling
voyage. I will tell you how whales are caught.
"A whale is the largest sea animal; some are a
good deal longer than my barn there. Ships that go out
to catch whales are often three or four years away from
home, and go off thousands of miles.
"The ship has a great many boats, which are hoisted up
at the sides. The men go out in the boats, and, when they
catch a whale, tow it to the ship.
"Almost at the top of the mast, and nearly a hundred
feet from the water, there are two sticks, which are called
the 'cross-trees.' When the ship reaches any part of the
ocean where whales are found, men are sent up to the cross-
trees to look out.
"When a whale is seen, one of the men calls out, There


she blows!' This great fish draws water into his mouth,
and then blows it up in the air; and this is what they mean
by 'blowing.'
"When the men on deck hear this cry, they find out
where the whale is, and then get out the boats and go after
him. They row up to the huge monster of the deep with
very little noise, and then throw one or two harpoons into
"A harpoon is a kind of iron spear, with a wooden handle,
to which a long rope is fastened. When the whale feels the
iron, he dives down into the deep, or swims away as fast as
he can. Sometimes he drags the boat after him, at a fright-
ful speed, for many miles; and it often happens that the
men in the boat have to cut the line, in order to save their
"When the whale is weak from loss of blood, and tired
out, the boat again steals upon him, and a long lance is
thrust into his body. This kills him, if it is well done.
"Very often, when the men attack the whale, he turns
upon the boat, and breaks it all to pieces with a single
slap of his tail, or crushes it all to bits in his great mouth.
The sailors always have a hard time, and are ofen killed
in their efforts to conquer the whale.
"When they get the whale alongside the ship, they cut
out the fat, or 'blubber,' in long strips, and hoist it on
board the vessel. It is then chopped up in small pieces,
and tried out in great kettles. The oil is put into barrels,
and stowed in the hold.
I have told you how to catch a whale, so that you may
understand the story which I am now going to tell you.
I sailed in the ship 7ane, for the South Pacific Ocean,
long before either one of you was born. We went round
Cape Horn, which is a very stormy place, and came near
being cast away in a heavy gale.
But when. we had got into the Pacific Ocean we had
fine weather, and at last reached the 'feeding ground.'
Though the whale is a monstrous creature, he feeds upon


very small animals called 'squid.' Of course he must live
where he can find his food.
"One day I was up on the cross-trees, looking out on
the ocean for whales. I had with me a boy of about twelve
years of age. He was as pretty a boy as ever I saw. He
had fair, brown hair, which curled in ringlets on his cheeks
and neck.
"We all loved that boy, for he was a brave and noble
little fellow. He was gentle and kind to the men, and
always obeyed the orders of the officers at once. He was
our pet, and we all treated him just like a younger brother.
He could read well, and wrote a handsome hand; and
when he first came on board the ship, I knew he couldn't
be the son of very poor parents, for he did not speak like
boys brought up in the street, and his hand was as white
and soft as that of a fine lady.
"One day I was up on the cross-trees, and George was
with me, as I said before. We were on the lookout for
whales, and he was just as anxious to discover one as
though he had been the captain of the ship.
"While we were sitting there, we fell into a conversation;
and I asked George how it happened that he came to sea.
He was reluctant to tell me at first, but after a while he
confessed that he had run away from home, and that his
mother did not know where he was. I asked him if he had
ever written to her; and he said he had not, adding, that it
would make her very unhappy if she knew he was on board
a whale ship. But I told him she would be a great deal more
unhappy at not hearing from him at all; and so, after much
persuasion, he promised me that he would write to her.
Pretty soon after we had this talk, I saw a whale far off
on the sea. In a few minutes the men had a boat out, and
George and I were with them pulling away towards the
great fish.
"We rowed close up to the whale, and sent one iron into
him. Before we could strike him again, he turned upon us,
and with one blow smashed our frail boat all to pieces."


Dear me !" exclaimed little Flora, with a shudder.
"Another boat from the ship picked us up. George was
a good swimmer; but I saw that he was sinking this time,
and I bore him up in my arms till he was taken into the
boat. I found that he was badly hurt, for his face was
deadly pale, and he was so faint he could hardly speak.
We had lost the whale; so we went back to the ship.
I carried George in my arms to the deck, and then bore
him to his bunk in the forecastle."
"That was a room to sleep in-wasn't it ?" asked Nellie.
"Yes, child; but it wasn't any such place as your cham-
ber. It was cold, dark, and damp. I laid the poor boy in
his bunk, and tried to find out where he was hurt; but he
was so weak he could tell me nothing.
"If he had been my own son, I could not have felt any
worse. I could not help thinking of his poor mother, as I
sat by the side of his bunk, watching over him. What
would she have said if she could see her darling child, sick
in that dirty, dark place ? How she would have wept!
I did not think poor George was very badly hurt; I did
not want to think so, and I suppose this is the reason why
I did not. The captain went down to see him, and then
got some medicine for him.
In the evening he seemed to be a little better, and I
hoped he would be well in a day or two. He talked a
little with me, and told me where his pains were. He
spoke of his mother and his home, and seemed to feel
very sad to be so far away from them.
I sat by his side till eight bells-that is, till twelve
o'clock. He slept much of the time, and as I bent over
him and listened to his quiet breathing, I thought he was
better, and that he would be able to go on deck the next day.
"You don't know much about the life of a whaler, I sup-
pose; so you can't tell how tired and worn out he gets
sometimes. The boats are often out all night, and the men
have to row, when they are so sleepy and tired that they
can hardly hold their heads up.


"Well, I had been out in the boat all the night before,
and I was just as tired as a man could be. I could hardly
keep my eyes open, as I sat at the side of the poor sick
boy; but I did not once lose myself while I was on this
"At twelve o'clock, finding that George slept easily, I
called one of my shipmates to take my place. He was
very willing to do so; but before I left him, I charged him,
over and over again, to keep awake and mind the boy. He
promised me he would, and I went to my bunk.
"I was so tired that I slept very soundly till near
four o'clock in the morning. My first thought was of poor
George, and jumping out of my berth, I hastened to his
side. My shipmate whom I had left to watch him was
fast asleep.
"I felt very angry with him; but such was my desire to
learn how the sick boy was, that I could think of nothing
else. I looked into the bunk, and all was as still as when I
had left, and I thought he was asleep.
"All was still and calm in the berth-so still and calm
that I trembled with fear. I listened to hear his breathing,
but no sound reached my ear. I then placed my hand
upon his brow. It was as cold as marble.
Poor George was dead!
Oh, children, I can't tell you how I felt then. It seemed
just as though our angel had been taken out of the ship. I
wept for him as if he had been my son or my brother.
"From that sleep in which I had left him he had never
awakened, for he lay just as he was at midnight. There
was not a dry eye in the ship when it was told that poor
George, whom we all loved, was dead.
"We dressed him in his clean clothes, and bore his body
upon deck, where we covered it with the American flag.
At noon the sad cry of 'All hands to bury the dead' sounded
gloomily through the ship.
"The body of poor George, sewed up in a piece of sail-
cloth, was placed on a plank, still covered with the Ameri-


can flag. It was raised upon the rail, ready to be cast into
the sea.
"The captain, with his eyes brimful of tears, and hardly
able to speak from grief, read prayers; and all was ready to
lower the body into the deep. The canvas had been left
open at the head, and the wind blew the fair brown locks
upon the cold brow of poor George, just as when he had
stood by my side on the cross-trees.
"One by one the sailors kissed his marble cheeks,-
kissed him for his mother,-and wiped the tears from their
brown faces. The canvas was sewed up, the word was
given, and the body slid off the plank into the great ocean,
there to sleep till the graves give up their dead.
"The ship sailed away upon her course, and it was many
and many a day before we ceased to think of the poor boy
in his ocean grave."

ONE step, and then another,
And the longest walk is ended;
One stitch, and then another,
And the-largest rent is mended;
One brick upon another,
And the highest wall is made;
One flake upon another,
And the deepest snow is laid.

So the little coral workers,
By their slow but constant motion,
Have built those pretty islands
In the distant, dark blue ocean;
And the noblest undertakings
Man's wisdom hath conceived,
By oft-repeated efforts
Have been patiently achieved.



0" NE evening last spring," writes a lady, my dog
barked at something behind a flower-pot that stood
in the door-porch. I thought a toad was there,
but it proved to be a very young rabbit, a wild one. The
poor thing was in a state of great exhaustion, as if it had been
chased, and had been a long time without food. It was quiet
in the hand, and allowed a little warm milk to be put into its
mouth. Upon being wrapped in flannel and placed in a
basket by the fire, it soon went to sleep. When it awoke,
more milk was offered in a small spoon, which this time
was sucked with right good will; and the little creature
continued to take the milk in this way for several days,
until strong enough to help itself out of a cup. It appeared
to become tame immediately, soon learned its name, and I
never saw a happier or merrier little pet. Its gambols on
the carpet were full of fun. When tired with play, it would
feed on the green food and nice bits placed there for it, and
when satisfied, it used to climb up the skirt of the dress,
nestle in the lap or under the arm, and go to sleep. If
this indulgence could not be permitted, then Bunny (as we
called it) would spring into my work-basket, and take a nap
there. At midday it liked to sit in the sun on the window
seat, then it would clean its fur and long ears, each being
separately drawn down, and held by one foot while brushed
by the other. This duty performed, it would stretch at full
length, and basking in the sunbeams, fall asleep. Strange
to tell, all this was going on with the dog in the room, who
had been made to understand that the rabbit was not to be
touched; stranger still, the rabbit ceased to shew any fear
of the dog, but, on the contrary, delighted in jumping on
the dog's back, and running after his tail. These liberties,
however, were not pleasing to Jewel; they were evidently
only endured in obedience to the commands of his mistress.


Not approving of one favourite being made happy at the
other's expense, I was obliged to interfere on these occasions,
and call Bunny to order.
Being frequently told that a wild rabbit could not be so
thoroughly domesticated, but that it would return to the
woods if it regained its liberty, I feared that if mine got
loose it would certainly run away. Yet I wished it should
be sometimes in the garden to feed upon such green food
as it liked best; for this purpose I fastened it with a collar
and small chain, and, thus secured, led it about. One
evening the chain unfortunately broke, and Bunny was
free! At first we saw it running from place to place with
wild delight, but after a little while we could not see it, and
we hunted in vain under the shrubs, calling it by name
until it became dark; we then ceased to search any longer,
and I concluded my pretty pet was gone.
Before retiring for the night, I gave a last look out of
the window, in the hope I might chance to see it once
more. "The moon was then shining brightly, and I dis-
tinctly saw my little rabbit sitting at the door with head
and ears erect, as if listening for its friends within, anxious,
perhaps, for its accustomed nice supper and soft warm bed.
I hastened down stairs to let it in, calling it by name, when,
the moment I opened the door, a strange cat darted for-
ward, seized it by the neck, and bore it screaming away!
Of course, every effort of mine was useless to overtake
the cat.
I feel convinced that this fond little creature would not
have left us to return to the woods. That it did not come
when called was the effect of excessive joy for its newly-
found freedom, which must have been doubly delightful
while we were near, as no doubt it saw us when we could
not see it, and was only quietly feeding when we thought it
was gone away.
Four months must have been the extent of poor
Bunny's short life."



T HE boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame, that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him-o'er the dead.
Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm;
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud though child-like form !

The flames rolled on-he would not go,
Without his father's word;-
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.
He called aloud: "Say, father say
If yet my task be done ? "-
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

"Speak, father!" once again he cried,
If I may yet be gone !"
But now the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.
Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair,
And looked from that lone post of death,
In still, yet brave despair;

And shouted but once more aloud,
My father! must I stay ?"
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud
The wreathing fires made way:


They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,
They caught the flag on high,
And streamed above the gallant child,
Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound,-
The boy !-oh, where was he ?
Ask of the winds, that far around
With fragments strewed the sea,-
With mast, and helm, and pennon fair,
That well had borne their part!
But the noblest thing that perished there,
Was that young faithful heart!
Mrs. Hemans.





E LEPHANTS are very grateful for kindness, and often
become strongly attached to their keepers. They
remember persons for a long time, and will some-
times manifest great pleasure at seeing an old acquaintance.
Many years ago, a little girl came from Calcutta to Boston
in a ship which brought an elephant. She used to play
with him, and give him things to eat, and he became very
fond of her.
About a year after, she went to see a menagerie, in which
there was an elephant. She looked at him without remem-
bering that he was the same one which had come from India
with her, and screamed with terror when the huge beast
put his trunk around her, and drew her towards him, as he
had been accustomed to do. But she soon recognized her
old friend.
An English officer says, that he once saw a woman in
India give a young baby in charge of an elephant. So
huge and clumsy a creature seems a strange nurse for an
infant; but he took care of it tenderly and skilfully. The
child would crawl about and get under his legs, but he
would never set his foot upon it.
The elephant was tied by a chain, and whenever the
baby was disposed to creep off too far, and out of his reach,
he would lift it with his trunk as gently as a mother, and
move it back again to the place from which it started. It
must have been a funny sight to see an elephant tending a
But the elephant remembers injuries and insults as well
as kindnesses, and will sometimes take vengeance upon the
offender, even after the latter has forgotten the wrong. An
elephant driver once had a cocoa-nut given him, which, out


of wantonness, he endeavoured to break by striking it twice
against his elephant's head.
The next day the animal saw some cocoa-nuts exposed
in the street for sale, and, taking one of them up with his
trunk, he beat it about the driver's head till the man was
completely dead. This comes, said the author who related
the circumstance, of jesting with elephants.
In the city of Delhi, in India, a tailor was in the habit of
giving some fruit, or other delicacy, to an elephant that
daily passed by his shop; and so accustomed had the ani-
mal become to this usage, that he regularly put his trunk in
at the window to receive the expected treat.
One day the tailor, being out of humour, thrust his needle
into the beast's proboscis, telling him to be gone, as he had
nothing to give him. The creature passed on, apparently
unmoved, but, on coming to the next dirty pool of water,
filled his trunk, and returned to the shop window, into
which he discharged the whole contents, thoroughly
drenching the tailor and all his goods.
An elephant, kept near Paris, once gave a curious in-
stance of sagacity. A painter was desirous of drawing him
in an uncommon attitude, which was that of holding his
trunk raised in the air, with his mouth open. The painter's
boy, in order to keep the animal in this posture, threw fruit
into his mouth.
But the boy frequently deceived him by making offers
only of throwing the fruit. At length he grew angry at the
mockery; and, as if he knew that the painter's intention of
drawing him was the cause of it, instead of revenging him-
self upon the lad, he turned his resentment on the master,
and, taking up a quantity of water in his trunk, threw it
upon the painter's paper and spoiled it.



ATHER, here is a dock," said Frank, as he was at
F work with his father in the garden : "shall I cut it
off close to the root ?"
No," said his father; "that will not do. I have cut it
up several times; but the weed grows again, stronger than
ever. Pull it up by the root; for in no other way can you
kill it."
Frank pulled again and again at the dock; but the root
was so deep in the ground, that he could not start it up.
So he asked his father to come and help him; and the
weed was soon destroyed.
This dock-root, Frank," said his father, "which is an
evil and fast growing weed in a garden, puts me in mind of
the evil things that grow so fast in the hearts of children.
A bad passion, even when found out, is hard to be removed.
It is of no use to trifle with it. There is no way to master
and destroy it but to full it up by the root / You have
often seen in our garden, Frank, that when the weeds are
allowed to grow, they spoil all the plants and flowers near
them. So it is with evil passions in the heart of a child.
If a little boy has a bad temper, we must not expect to find
him kind and cheerful, or at all anxious to make others
happy. And a little girl who is idle, we need not expect to
find neat, gentle, or pleasant. As weeds injure the flowers
and useful plants, so bad passions will injure agreeable traits
and good habits. If a child is disobedient to his parents
or teacher, we might as well look for a rose or a tulip in a
bed of nettles, as to hope to find in his heart those graces
and good desires that we love to see growing there. So
let all bad passions and wrong desires be pulled up by the
root /"



HE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice: it said, "Drink, pretty creature,
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain lamb, with a maiden at its side.

No other sheep were near; the lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone;
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden kneel,
While to that mountain lamb she gave its evening meal.

" Rest, little one," she said; "hast thou forgot the day
When my father found thee first, in places far away ?
Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by
And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.

"Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now;
Then I'll yoke thee to my cart, like a pony to the plough;.
My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold,
Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.

"See, here thou need'st not fear the raven in the sky;
Both night and day thou'rt safe-our cottage is hard by.
Why bleat so after me ? Why pull so at thy chain ?
Sleep, and at break of day I'll come to thee again."



A LITTLE sunbeam in the sky
Said to itself one day,
I'm very small; but why should I
Do nothing else but play?
I '11 go down to the earth, and see
If there is any room for me."

And so it travelled to and fro,
And glanced and danced about;
And not a door was shut, I know,
To keep the sunbeam out;
But, ever as it touched the earth,
It woke up happiness and mirth.

I may not tell the history
Of all-that it could do;
But I tell this, that you may try
To be a sunbeam too.
"A sunbeam, too!" perhaps you say;
Yes, I am very sure you may.

For loving words, like sunbeams, will
Dry up a falling tear;
And loving deeds will often help
A broken heart to cheer.
So loving and so living, you
Will be a little sunbeam too.


T HERE's a merry brown thrush sitting up in a tree,
He's singing to me! He's singing to me!"
And what does he say, little girl, little boy ?
"Oh, the world's running over with joy!
Don't you hear ? Don't you see ?
Hush! Look! In my tree,
I'm as happy as happy can be!"

And the brown thrush keeps singing, A nest, do you see,
And four eggs laid by me in the juniper tree ?
Don't meddle don't touch little girl, little boy,
Or the world will lose some of its joy !
Now I'm glad! now I'm free !
And I always shall be,
If you never bring sorrow to me."

So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree
To you and to me, to you and to me:
And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy,
"Oh, the world's running over with joy:
But long it won't be,
Don't you know ? Don't you see ?
Unless we are as good as can be!"

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BOUT the middle of last century, a little boy sat in
a comfortably furnished room in Greenock, watching
his mother making the tea. He was a boy of a some-
what delicate constitution, and fond of retirement, seldom
joining in the more boisterous sports of his companions. As
he sat by the fire, when the kettle was boiling, he observed
the lid dancing up and down, and making such a clatter as the
lids of tea-kettles are apt to do, when they wish to give intima-
tion that the water is ready to be poured into the tea-pot.
Many and many a time had this peculiarity of the tea-kettle
lid been observed before, but no one had thought of inquir-
ing into the nature of that force which produced this dancing
motion. But the little boy, of whom I am speaking,
was a thoughtful boy, and always liked to know the causes
of things. You will observe, in our picture he has lifted off
the lid, and is puzzling his young brains to know how the
lid kept dancing up and down so briskly. It occurs to him
that it must be the power of the steam which he observes
issuing from the kettle, that is the cause; and it further
occurs to him that, if the steam in the kettle can make the
heavy lid move up-and down so rapidly, there is no reason
why steam should not be made to move other things as
well. And so he set himself to try, and, after much
patient labour and experiment, he devised the steam
engine, which performs so much work now-a-days, that
somebody has said that by and by we may all go to sleep
for a hundred years, and allow the steam to manage the
world. Perhaps you would like to read the Song of Steam.
Well, I shall give it you:-



HARNESS me down with your iron bands,
Be sure of your curb and rein,
For I scorn the power of your puny hands,
As the tempest scorns a chain.
How I laughed, as I lay concealed from sight
For many a countless hour,
At the childish boast of human might,
And the pride of human power !

When I saw an army upon the land,
A navy upon the seas,
Creeping along, a snail-like band,
Or waiting the wayward breeze;
When I marked the peasant faintly reel
With the toil which he daily bore,
As he feebly turned at the tardy wheel,
Or tugged at the weary oar.

Ha! ha! ha! they found me at last;
They invited me forth at length,
And I rushed to my throne with thunder blast,
And laughed in my iron strength.
Oh, then ye saw a wondrous change
On the earth and ocean wide,
Where now my fiery armies range,
Nor wait for wind or tide.

Hurrah hurrah the waters o'er
The mountains steep decline;
Time-space-have yielded to my power-
The world! the world is mine!
The rivers the sun hath earliest blest,
Or those where his beams decline,
The giant streams of the queenly West,
Or the orient floods divine.


I blow the bellows, I forge the steel,
In all the shops of trade;
I hammer the ore, and turn the wheel,
Where my arms of strength are made;
I manage the furnace, the mill, the mint;
I carry, I spin, I weave;
And all my doings I put into print
On every Saturday eve.

I've no muscle to weary, no breast to decay,
No bones to be "laid on the shelf;"
And soon I intend you may go and play,"
While I manage the world by myself.
But harness me down with your iron bands,
Be sure of your curb and rein,
For I scorn the strength of your puny hands,
As the tempest scorns a chain.



WO men were journeying through a forest, when
they saw a huge bear approaching them. One
of the travellers immediately climbed a tree that
was at hand, and sat on one of the branches to observe
what he thought must be the immediate death of his
companion. The other, seeing that he must be attacked,
fell flat on the ground, and lay quite still and motion-
less, holding his breath, and feigned the appearance
of death as well as he could. The bear came up, smelt
him all over, turned him round with his paw, and, satisfied
that he was dead, went slowly away without doing him any
'injury, for it is well known that bears will not taste a dead
body. As soon as he was gone, the other traveller came
down from the tree, and, addressing his friend, said with a
laugh, What was it the bear was whispering in your ear
as you lay upon the ground ?" He advised me," said he,
" never to travel with a companion who deserts me at the
moment of danger."

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IN the mountainous parts of Switzerland there are
found birds of prey, of the vulture species, which
grow to great size, and are very strong and fierce.
They are able to take up in their claws and carry off a well-
grown lamb or kid.
A peasant boy, only eight years of age, was once engaged
in looking after some cattle in a pasture among the moun-
tains. He lived in a solitary hut, and was the only person
in it, as the Swiss train their children very early to this
occupation. He perceived two young vultures, at no great
distance, on the ledge of a low rock. Tempted by the
prize, he drew silently close behind the rock, and suddenly
grasping them in his arms, took possession of both birds, in
spite of the most terrible resistance. He was yet strug-
gling with his prey, when, hearing a great noise, he saw, to
his no little terror, the two old birds flying rapidly towards
him. He ran with all his speed to the hut, and closed the
door, just in time to shut out his pursuers. The boy after-
wards spoke of the terror he suffered during the whole day,
in his lonely dwelling, lest the old vultures should force an
entrance; as, being powerful birds, they would in their fury
have ended his life.
They kept up the most frightful cries, and strove with all
their might to break down the barriers of the frail hut,
which was loosely built of single logs, and find some way to
rescue their offspring. But the young peasant kept his
prey, being well aware of its value; the government paying
about four dollars for every vulture killed. As night ap-
proached, he saw his pursuers, tired with their useless
efforts, leave the hut, and watched their flight to the lofty
though not distant precipice. As soon as the darkness had


set in, he again grasped the two young birds in his arms,
and ran as fast as his legs could carry him down the moun-
tain to the nearest village, often looking back lest the
parent birds should have seen him, and fancying he heard
their cries at every interval. He arrived in safety, how-
ever, at the hamlet, not a little proud of his prize.

WINKLE, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep;
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark;
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.



WE were crowded in the cabin;
Not a soul would dare to sleep:
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.

'Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, Cut away the mast!"

So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath;
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers threatened death.

And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers;
"We are lost!" the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.

But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand:
"Isn't God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land ?"

Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer;
And we anchored safe in harbour
When the moon was shining clear.



AMMY was a poor, half-witted man, twenty-three
years old, who lived close to our little church with
his mother and sister, who worked hard to keep him.
Sammy always looked clean and respectable. Poor fellow !
he could do nothing to earn even a sixpence, but still he
was always busy in the little garden in the front of the
house, and every Saturday night his mother gave him his
wages. Sometimes it was a penny, sometimes a half-
penny, and sometimes only a peppermint lozenge; still he
was contented and happy; and you shall hear what he did
with his wages when he had them.
Whenever the church was opened-Sunday or week-
day-for service, for a Bible-class, or to be cleaned for
Sunday, sure enough there was poor Sammy; he would
walk into his usual place, and after having knelt down most
reverently for a few minutes, would watch all that was
going on until he found the doors were going to be closed,
when he would kneel down again, and then quietly walk
.home. If in his walks he met any of the congregation he
would bow very low to them: he evidently thought they
belonged to him in some way, for he never would take the
slightest notice of any but those who were seen in the
church; but it was on those Sundays when a collection was
made that Sammy was most excited; all his wages went
there, even his peppermint lozenge.
What a lesson does "Poor Sammy" teach us! He
never neglected an opportunity of serving God. Perhaps
he did not say any words, but he worshipped for all that,
and with far more sincerity than many in that church who
had all their senses about them, and many more comforts
and enjoyments than he could ever know.


A SPANISH mule-driver, becoming weary of his
monotonous life, resolved on seeing the world.
Having invested all his little savings in the pur-
chase of red caps, he crossed over to Africa, expecting to
find a ready sale for his caps among the natives of
that part of the world. In the course of his journey, he
came to the edge of a large forest, and being weary,
he opened his pack, drew out one of the red caps,
and, putting it on his head to protect him from the


heat, he fell sound asleep. He had not slept long, when
he was awakened by a great chattering in the trees over-
head, and looking up he observed the trees covered with
monkeys, each with a red cap on its head. The creatures
had seen the Spaniard draw the cap from the pack and put
it on his head, and, as soon as he had fallen asleep, each of
them imitated his action.
The traveller was in great distress, when he saw all the
savings of many years hopelessly lost, as he imagined, and,
in his vexation, he pulled the cap off his head and dashed
it on the ground. What were his surprise and joy to see
every monkey do exactly the same thing! The Spaniard
was not long in gathering up all his caps, and proceeding
on his journey.



KING BRUCE of Scotland flung himself down,
In a lonely mood to think;
True, he was a monarch, and wore a crown,
But his heart was beginning to sink.

For he had been trying to do a great deed,
To make his people glad;
He had tried and tried, but could not succeed,
And so he became quite sad.

He flung himself down in low despair,
As grieved as man could be;
And after a while he pondered there,-
I '11 give it up," cried he.

Now just at the moment a spider dropped,
With its silken cobweb clew;
And the king in the midst of his thinking stopped
To see what the spider would do.

'Twas a long way up to the ceiling dome,
And it hung by a rope so fine,
That how it would get to its cobweb home
King Bruce could not divine.

It soon began to cling and crawl
Straight up with strong endeavour;
But down it came with a slipping sprawl,
As near to the ground as ever.


Up, up it ran, nor a second did stay
To make the least complaint,
Till it fell still lower; and there it lay
A little dizzy and faint.

Its head grew steady-again it went,
And travelled a half yard higher;
'Twas a delicate thread it had to tread,
And a road where its feet would tire.

Again it fell, and swung below;
But up it quickly mounted,
Till up and down, now fast, now slow,
Six brave attempts were counted.

"Sure," said the king, that foolish thing
Will strive no more to climb,
When it toils so hard to reach and cling,
And tumbles every time."

But up the insect went once more;
Ah me! 'tis an anxious minute:
He's only a foot from his cobweb door;
Oh, say, will he lose or win it ?

Steadily, steadily, inch by inch,
Higher and higher he got,
And a bold little run at the very last pinch
Put him into the wished-for spot.

" Bravo bravo !" the king cried out;
All honour to those who try:
The spider up there defied despair;-
He conquered, and why should not I ?"


And Bruce of Scotland braced his mind,
And gossips tell the tale,
That he tried once more as he tried before,
And that time he did not fail.

Pay goodly heed, all ye who read,
And beware of saying, I can't;"
'Tis a cowardly word, and apt to lead
To idleness, folly, and want.
Eliza Cook.




A LITTLE black spaniel had five puppies, which were
thought too many for her to bring up. As the
mistress of the house was unwilling that any of them
should be drowned, she asked the cook if she thought it
would be possible to bring up some of them by the hand,
before the kitchen fire. In reply, the cook said that
perhaps the puppies might be given to the cat instead of
her kittens.
The cat made no objection, took them kindly, and
gradually all the kittens were taken away, and the cat
nursed the two puppies only. She gave them her tail
to play with, and they were always in motion. They soon
ate meat, grew rapidly, and were fit to be removed long
before the others that were left with their own mother.
When they were taken away, the cat became quite
inconsolable. She prowled about the house, and on the
second day fell in with the little spaniel, who was nursing
the other three puppies. "Oh," says puss, putting up
her back, it is you who have stolen my children." No,"
replied the spaniel, with a snarl; "they are my own flesh
and blood." That won't do," said the cat. I am quite
certain that you have my two puppies."
Thereupon there was a desperate combat, which ended in
the defeat of the spaniel, and in the cat walking off proudly
with one of the puppies, which she took to her own bed.
Having left this one, she returned, gained another victory,
and carried off another puppy. Now, it is very strange
that she should have taken only two, the exact number
she had been deprived of.



IN the hard winter of 1783 and 1784, there were many
sudden and heavy storms of rain. The streams
and rivers overflowed their banks, and swept along
large pieces of broken ice in their course. In the city
of Verona, in Italy, there was a large bridge over the
River Adige. This river rises in the snowy mountains of
Tyrol, and runs with a rapid current. Upon the bridge
there was a house in which the toll-gatherer lived with
his family.
By a sudden increase of the river, this house became en-
tirely surrounded by water; and many of the arches of the
bridge were carried away by the huge blocks of ice which
floated down the current. The part of the bridge on which
the house was built stood the longest, because it was the
most strongly made. But it looked as if it must soon go
with the rest.
The poor man, and his wife and children, uttered loud
cries for help, which were heard by a great number of per-
sons who stood on the banks. Everybody pitied them,
but no one could do anything for them, because it seemed
impossible that a boat could live in a river running with
such force, and so filled with blocks of ice.
A nobleman on horseback rode down to the banks of the
river; and when he saw the dangerous position of the
family, he held up a purse containing two hundred ducats
of gold, and said he would give it to any one who would
save them.
But the fear of death kept everybody-even some
sailors who were present-from making the attempt. In
the mean time the water rose higher around the house
every moment.


At last an Austrian peasant felt his heart filled with pity
for the poor people, and resolved to save them if he could.
He sprang into a boat, pushed off from the shore, and, by
his strength and skill, reached the house at last. But the
family was numerous, and the boat was small; so that he
could not bring them all at once.
He first took three persons, and conducted them safely
to land, and then went back for the rest, and brought them
away also. Hardly was this done, when the house, and the
part of the bridge on which it stood, were carried away.
The brave peasant was hailed with shouts of joy and
admiration. The nobleman offered him the purse of gold,
and said that he well deserved it. But the peasant declined
to take it, saying, I did not do this for money; I am not
rich, but I have enough for my wants: give it to the poor
toll-gatherer, who has lost his all." And then he went
away without telling the people his name, or where he



ANY years ago there lived in Scotland a nobleman
whose name was Lord Melville.
Lord Melville was a man high in station, and
assisted in the government of the country. In the summer
season he lived in a large, fine house, a few miles from
Edinburgh, called Melville Castle, where a great many
ladies and gentlemen used to come and see him. He was
a very good-natured man; and one of the ways he had of
shewing his good nature was by his fondness for animals.
At one time he made a pet of a ram, which was called
Will, which grew very tame, and used to follow his master
all over the house and about the grounds. One day, in
the early part of September, he had invited a large party
of ladies and gentlemen to dine with him. When the
hour drew near at which his guests were expected, he went
into the drawing-room to see that all things were in order;
after which he passed by the front door, which he thought-
lessly left open.
Will was sauntering about the outside of the house,
panting with the heat; but seeing the front door open, he
stepped in, and as the drawing-room door was also open,
he at once went forward into it. At the farther end of the
room there was an uncommonly large and beautiful mirror,
which cost nearly a thousand dollars. It had been bought
at the sale of the furniture of a Spanish ambassador who
was leaving London, and was such a mirror as money
could hardly replace.
Will was a black-faced ram, with large, curled horns.
No sooner did he see his own image in the glass, than
he took it to be a rival challenging him to fight. He
stamped with his foot, snorted with his nose, throwing up


his head with an air of haughty defiance. The likeness
in the glass, of course, did the same. Will accepted the
challenge, and stepping back as far as he could, ran
forward with all his force, and struck the mirror a most
tremendous blow, shivering it into a thousand pieces.
Lord Melville was standing at the front door when he
heard the dreadful crash of the glass. He came running
in, saw the havoc that was made, and easily judged how
it had been done. Will was standing on the floor, shaking
his head, and looking much surprised at the sudden dis-
appearance of his foe.
His master was very angry for a moment, but remem-
bering that the poor beast had only obeyed a natural
instinct, and that he himself had been to blame in leaving
the outer door open, he soon got over it, and contented
himself with saying, "Ah, Will, you little know what
mischief you have done!" After dinner, he told the story
to his guests, and they all had a good laugh over the
In due time, Will went the way appointed to all animals
of his kind, and fell under the butcher's knife. One of his
horns was made into a spoon, and the other into a snuff-
box. This snuff-box was mounted with silver, and had a
Scotch pebble, or crystal, set in the lid. These articles
were given to Mr. Pitt, who was at that time prime
minister of England, and an intimate friend of Lord
Melville. The snuff-box was often produced after dinner,
and the story told of Will's encounter with the mirror.
But we have not come to the end of the story yet.
The Spanish ambassador, at whose sale the mirror had
been bought, had gone home to his own country, and was
there one of the king's ministers. Mr. Pitt once had
occasion to write him a despatch on public business, and
he sent, at the same time, a private letter, in which he told
him how the mirror which once belonged to him had been
smashed by Lord Melville's ram.
The ambassador read the letter to the king, who was


much diverted by the story, and said that Lord Melville
should have another Spanish mirror as good as that which
had been destroyed. So he sent him a very fine one from
one of his own palaces. After it had arrived, Mr. Pitt
gave the king the snuff-box which had been made from
Will's horn. And so ends the story of Lord Melville's

H, 'tis a lovely thing for youth
To walk betimes in wisdom's way;
To fear a lie, to speak the truth,
That we may trust to all they say.
But liars we can never trust,
Although they speak the thing that's true;
And he that does one fault at first,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.

Pride costs more than hunger, tkirst,
or cold.

Better face a danger, than be always
in fear.


WHAT ship is this you're sailing in,
This wondrous ship of fame?
Our ship is called the Church of God,
And Christ's our Captain's name.

Then join our happy crew,
We're bound for Canaan's shore;
The Captain says there's room for you,
And room for millions more!

And what's the crew that sails with you
On board this ship so grand?
The saints of God, all wash'd in blood,
And under Christ's command.

Do you not fear the stormy seas,
Your barque may overwhelm ?
You need not fear, the Lord is near,
And Christ is at the helm.

What wages do you get on board
This ship that you commend?
We've love, and peace, and joy, and grace,
And glory in the end.

Heave out your boat, I'll come -on board,
You say there's plenty room;
The Captain says you're welcome now,
Make no delay but come.

Then hoist the sail, we'll catch the breeze,
And soon our dangers o'er;
The ship will land us safe at last,
On Canaan's happy shore.




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IN the time of Eli the high-priest, the children of Israel
had become very forgetful of God and of His law.
Eli's own sons were very wicked, and set a bad
example to the people. But God did not cast them off
nor forget them, though they had sadly forsaken Him.
He purposed to raise up a teacher, who would bring them
back to the right way, and instruct them in His law. For
this purpose he raised up Samuel, who, when a mere child,
was sent by his mother to the tabernacle at Shiloh, to wait
upon Eli, who was a very old man. Every year, when his
mother came to Shiloh to attend the feast of the passover,
she brought Samuel a new coat, and other little presents,
such as children like to receive. Samuel was very fond of
his work, and was very much attached to Eli, who taught
him the law of his God, and trained him in the fear of the
The sons of Eli grew more and more wicked, and their
father was too -indulgent to restrain them. God was dis-
pleased with Eli for this, and determined to punish them.
But, before doing so, He wished to give them time for
repentance, and to warn them that, if they continued in
their evil ways, they would perish.
One evening, after Samuel had done all the work
assigned him, and had just lain down in bed, he heard
some one calling his name twice. Thinking it was Eli
who called him, the child at once rose from his bed, ran to
the old man, and asked him what he wanted. Eli assured
him that he had not called him, and told him to lie down
again. Samuel did so, but again the voice came, and again
the child went at once to Eli. The same thing happened
a third time, and then Eli knew that it was God who had
called, and so he told Samuel, if the voice should come
again, to say, "Speak, Lord, for thy servant heareth."


The voice came again, and then Samuel answered as Eli
had told him. Thereupon, the Lord told Samuel what He
was going to do to Eli's sons as a punishment for their
Samuel did not, as many children would have done, run
and tell Eli what the Lord had revealed to him. He loved
Eli, and he would fain have concealed the bad news from
him. He did not rejoice in evil. So he went to bed, and
slept until the morning. When he rose, he went about his
work as usual, and it was only when Eli pressed him to
tell, that he made known to him what God had said to him.
God appeared to him many times after this, and the people
soon came to know that Samuel was a true prophet of God.
After the death of Eli, Samuel became judge over Israel,
and he went constantly about among them, instructing both
old and young, and calling upon them to put away their
idols and turn to the God of their fathers. After many
years' patient work, the people listened to Samuel's voice,
and then the Lord blessed and prospered them.


LORD, look upon a little child,
By nature sinful, rude, and wild;
Oh put Thy gracious hands on me,
And make me all I ought to be.
Make me Thy child, a child of God,
Washed in my Saviour's precious blood,
And my whole heart from sin set free,-
A little vessel full of Thee.
0 Jesus, take me to Thy breast,
And bless me, then I shall be blest:
Both when I wake and when I sleep,
Thy little lamb in safety keep.



S HEAR thee speak of the Better Land,
Thou call'st its children a happy band;
Mother, oh! where is that radiant shore?
Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ?
Is it where the flower of the orange blows,
And the fireflies glance through the myrtle boughs ?"
"Not there, not there, my child!"

" Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise,
And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ?
Or 'midst the green islands on glittering seas,
Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze,
And strange bright birds, on their starry wings,
Bear the rich hues of all glorious things ?"
"Not there, not there, my child !"

" Is it far away in some region old,
Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold;
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine,
And-the diamond lights up the secret mine,
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand;
Is it there, sweet mother, that Better Land?"
Not there, not there, my child!-

" Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy;
Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair:
Sorrow and death may not enter there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom;
For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb-
It is there, it is there, my child!"
Mrs. Hemans.


S EE, mamma, the crumbs are flying
Fast and thickly through the air,
On the branches they are lying,
On the walks and everywhere;
Oh, how glad the birds will be,
When so many crumbs they see!

No, my little girl, 'tis snowing,
Nothing for the birds is here:
Very cold the air is growing,
'Tis the winter of the year:-
Frost will nip the robin's food,
'Twill no more be sweet and good.

See the clouds the skies that cover,
'Tis from them the snow-flakes fall,
Whit'ning hills and fields all over,
Hanging from the fir-trees tall.
Were it warm wouldd rain, but lo!
Frost has changed the rain to snow.

If the robins food are needing,
Oh, I hope to me they'll come,
I should like to see them feeding
On the window of my room;
I'll divide with them my store,
Much I wish I could do more.
Mrs. Lund.e Duncan.



T HE frost looked forth one still, clear night,
And whispered, Now I shall be out of sight:
So through the valley and over the height
In silence I'll take my way.
I will not go on like that blustering train,
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,
Who make so much bustle and noise in vain,
But I'll be as busy as they."
Then he flew to the mountain and powdered its crest;
He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dress'd
In diamond beads; and over the breast
Of the quivering lake he spread
A coat of mail, that need not fear
The downward point of many a spear
That he hung on its margin, far and near,
Where a rock could rear its head.
He went to the window of those who slept,
And over each pane, like a fairy crept;
Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepp'd,
By the light of the morn were seen
Most beautiful things : there were flowers and trees;
There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees;
There were cities with temples and towers; and these
All pictures in silver sheen!
But he did one thing that was hardly fair;
He peep'd in the cupboard, and finding there
That all had forgotten for him to prepare,
Now just to set them a thinking,
I'll bite this basket of fruit," said he,
" This costly pitcher I'll burst in three;
And the glass of water they've left for me
Shall 'tchick!' to tell them I'm drinking!"
H. F. Gozuld.



" OME hither, dear Dewdrop," a Lily once said,
S" And rest on my bosom thy bright little head:
'Tis white and as soft as a pillow can be,
And just about large enough, Dewdrop, for thee.
I'll cover thee up; and I'11 rock thee to sleep;
And from thee the chilling night breezes I '11 keep.

"And, when on the morrow the sunlight again
Shall rest on the mountain-top, hill-side, and plain,
I'11 open the door of thy dear little home,
And tell thee- the beautiful sunbeams have come
To take thee again to the bright sunny sky;
And then I will kiss thee and bid thee good-bye."

The radiant Dewdrop stood listening awhile,
And then to the flower replied with a smile:
" Thy kindness, dear Lily, I freely accept;"
And into her beautiful bosom he crept,
And all the night long, in the snowy white bell
Of the bright little beauty, slept soundly and well.

Next morning, aroused by the song of the lark,
The Lily's young sister to her did remark,
"How pure and how bright thou art, sister, to-day!
What makes thee so lovely? do tell me, I pray:
What beautiful spirit has given to thee
The radiant robe that around thee I see?"

The Lily replied, "To my bosom, last night,
I folded a Dewdrop all lovely and bright;
And ever since that happy hour, I have felt
As if in my bosom an angel had dwelt."



A FATHER and his son were once sitting under a
tree upon a hill. It was near sunset, and a flock
of sheep were feeding not far off. A strange man
came by, who had a dog with him. As soon as the sheep
saw the dog they became alarmed, and ran into some
thorny bushes, which grew near by. Some of their wool
caught upon the thorns and was torn off. When the boy
saw this he was troubled, and said, "See, father, how the
thorns tear the wool from the poor sheep. These bushes
ought to be cut down, so that hereafter they may not harm
the sheep." His father was silent a while, and then said,
" So you think the bushes ought to be cut down ?" Yes,"
answered his son, "and I wish I had a hatchet to do it
with." The father made no reply, and they went home.
The next day they came to the same place with a hatchet.
The boy was full of joy, and very eager to have his father
begin to cut down the bushes. They sat down upon the
hill, and the father said, Do you hear how sweetly the
birds sing ? Are they not beautiful creatures ?" Oh, yes,"
replied the boy; "the birds are the most beautiful of all
As they were speaking, a bird flew down among the
bushes, and picked off a tuft of wool, and carried it away to
a high tree. See," said the father, "with this wool the
bird makes a soft bed for its young in the nest. How
comfortable the little things will be! and the sheep could
well spare a little of their fleece. Do you now think it well
to cut down the bushes ?" No," said the boy; "we will
let them stand."
My dear son," said the father, "the ways of God are


not always easy to understand. It seemed to you very
hard yesterday, that.the poor sheep should lose their wool;
but to-day you see that without this wool the little bird
could not have made its warm nest. So, many things
Happen to us which seem hard; but God ordains them for
Sour good, and they are meant in kindness and love."

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HE golden eagle is a bird of prey, and it is found in
the British Islands, and in the lofty and barren cliffs
of the Orkney Islands, which lie on the north of
One of these birds was once the cause of great distress
and terror to the inhabitants of a village there. The vil-
lagers had gone out, one summer day, to the hay fields.
About one o'clock they left their labour to rest, and to eat
the food they had brought with them. While they were
enjoying themselves in this quiet way, the peaceful, happy
scene was suddenly interrupted by a great golden eagle, the
pride, but also the pest, of the village.
The savage bird stooped down over the party of villagers
for a moment in its flight, and then soared away with some-
thing in its talons.
One piercing shriek from a woman's voice was heard,
and then the cries of the villagers, exclaiming, Hannah
Lamond's child! Hannah Lamond's child! The eagle has
carried it off!"
In an instant, many hundred feet were hurrying towards
the mountain, whither the eagle had flown. Two miles of
hill and dale, copse and shingle, lay between; but in a short
time the foot of the mountain was covered with people.
The eyry (which is the name for an eagle's nest) was well
known, and both of the old birds were visible on the ledge
of a high rock. But who could scale that dizzy cliff, which
even Jack Stewart, the sailor, had attempted in vain ?
All the villagers stood gazing, and weeping, and wringing
their hands, yet not daring to venture up a cliff which seemed
to afford them no footing.
Hannah Lamond, meanwhile, was sitting on a rock


beneath the mountain, as pale as death, with her eyes fixed
on the eyry. No one had hitherto noticed her, for every
eye was, like hers, fixed on the eyry.
Presently she started up, crying out, "Only last Sunday
was my sweet child baptized!" and dashed through the
brakes, over the huge stones, and up the precipice, faster
than the hunter in pursuit of game. No one doubted that
she would be dashed to pieces. But the thought of her
infant in the talons of the eagle seemed to give the wretched
mother strength. On she went, in spite of the dangers to
which she was exposed on the fearful precipice up which
she was climbing.
As she drew near the eyry, the eagles dashed by, so close
to her head that she could see the yellow light of their
wrathful eyes. They did not hurt her, but flew to the
stump of an ash tree, which jutted out of a corner in the
cliff near her. The poor mother passed on, and, having at
length reached the dreaded spot, fell across the eyry, in the
midst of the bones with which it was strewed, and clasped
her child alive in her arms.
There it lay unhurt and at rest; wrapped up just as she
had laid it down to sleep in the harvest field. The little
creature gave a feeble cry, and she screamed out, It lives !
it lives!"
Binding her darling to her waist with her handkerchief,
and scarcely daring to open her eyes, she slid down the
shelving rocks to a small piece of root-bound earth. Her
fingers seemed to have gained new strength, as she swung
herself down by broom, and heather, and dwarf birch, strik-
ing her feet from time to time against the sharp-edged
rocks. But she felt no pain.
The side of the precipice now became steep as the wall
of a house; but it was matted with ivy, whose thick, tough
stems clung to the rock, and formed a ladder, down which
she swung herself; while her neighbours, far below on their
knees, were watching her, thinking each moment she would
be killed.


Again she touched earth and stones. She heard a low
bleating beside her, and, looking round, saw a goat, with
two little kids : she followed their track down the rest of
the precipice. Her rugged path became easier as she went
on, and brought her at length to the foot of the mountain
again, among her neighbours and friends, who, a few mo-
ments before, had scarcely dared to hope they should ever
see her again.
On first reaching the ground, her strength failed, and she
fell fainting to the earth. The crowd that had gathered
round to welcome her, now stood back to give her air.
She was soon well again, and joined them in giving thanks
to God, who had saved her child and herself in the hour of

WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
In wonder, love, and praise.

0 how shall words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,
That grows within my ravished heart!
But Thou cast read it there.



ANNOT," Edward, did you say?
Chase the lazy thought away;
Never let that idle word
From your lips again be heard.
Take your book from off the shelf-
God helps him who helps himself:
O'er your lesson do not sigh:-
Trust and try,-trust and try.

"Cannot," Edward? Say not so;
All are weak, full well I know;
But if you will seek the Lord,
He will needful strength afford:
Teach you how to conquer sin,
Purify your heart within;
On your Father's help rely:-
Trust and try,-trust and try.

"Cannot," Edward ? Scorn the thought;
You can do whatever you ought;
Ever duty's call obey,
Strive to walk in wisdom's way;
Let the sluggard, if he will,
Use the lazy "cannot" still;
On yourself and God rely,-
Trust and try,-trust and try..



To loe I1ONE S.



B ENJAMIN FRANKLIN was born in Boston, in
the State of Massachusetts, January 17, 1706. His
father was a tallow-chandler and soap-boiler, and
he was the youngest son, and the youngest child but two,
of a very large family.
Boston, at the time of Franklin's birth, was a much
smaller place than it is now; but it was a considerable town,
containing about eighteen thousand inhabitants, and it had
public schools, as it has now. He shewed an early taste
for reading, and his father desired to educate him for the
ministry. With that view he was sent to a grammar
school when he was eight years old, and rose rapidly in his
But in less than a year he was removed to another
school, where he might learn writing and arithmetic, as his
father, who had a large family to support, was not rich
enough to give him the expensive education which would
have been necessary to fit him to be a clergyman. Here
he learned to write a very good hand, but did not get on
very well in arithmetic. When he was ten years old, he
was taken away from school to assist his father in his
business; and he never went to school any more.
Little Franklin disliked his father's trade, and wanted
very much to go to sea; but his father would not give
his consent. He was very fond of the water, and learned
to swim well, and to manage boats-very much as Boston
boys do now.
He continued with his father about two years; but his
distaste for the business rather increased than diminished.
He also shewed a growing fondness for reading, spending*
in books all the money he could get; and it was finally


concluded that he should be bound apprentice to his
brother James, who was a printer.
This employment was more to his taste than his father's
trade. He had to work hard, but he was a healthy, strong,
and cheerful boy, and work did not tire him very much;
and he had a chance of indulging his strong love of
reading. "Often," says he, "I sat up in my chamber
reading the greatest part of the night, when the book was
borrowed in the evening, and to be returned in the
morning, lest it should be found missing."
This practice, in spite of Franklin's example, we do
not advise our young friends to imitate. Few boys could
be deprived of their sleep in this way, without injuring
their health; but Franklin had a very strong constitution,
and could bear it.
From reading, Franklin naturally went to writing, and
his first attempts at composition were in the form of verse.
He wrote two ballads,-one about a shipwreck, and one
about a pirate,-printed them himself, and went about the
streets to sell them. They sold in great numbers; and the
boy naturally enough felt quite vain of his success; but his
father, who was a sensible man, told him that his verses
were poor stuff, and that he had better stick to his business.
Not long after, he shewed his father a piece which he
had written in prose. The same affectionate critic and
true friend told his son that his style was deficient in ease,
grace, and clearness; and the boy resolved to correct it.
He got hold of an odd volume of the Spectator, which
had been published in London not long before, and was
much delighted with it. He took some of the papers,
made short hints of their contents, laid them by for a few
days, and then,- without looking at the book, re-wrote
them. When this was done, he carefully compared his
own production with the original, and corrected the errors
Sin the former.
Some of the papers in the Spectator contained tales or
stories. Franklin translated these into verse, and after a


while, when he had forgotten the original, turned his own
poetry back into prose. His main object in doing this was
to increase his command of language; because in writing
poetry one is obliged, for the sake of the metre and the
rhyme, to pick out exactly the right word, and reject
many that first come into the head,.and are suitable for
This was a most excellent way to learn how to write a
good English style; and Franklin's success was worthy of
the pains he took. This poor boy, without a teacher, with
few books, working hard for his living all day, learned to
write in a way that everybody admires, because his style is
so simple, easy, and graceful. You see his thoughts through
it as clearly as you can see the objects in the streets through
a pane of glass.
What Franklin thus did is what boys and girls call
"writing composition." Many of them do not like to do
it, and think it very hard work; and when it is demanded
of them, they will do no more than is necessary to save
them from censure. But they make a great mistake, for
there is no exercise required in schools that will be of more
service to them; and no one can learn to write well with-
out taking pains.
While he was a lad, Franklin learned the value and im-
portance of temperance in eating and drinking. He found
a book which advised men to leave off eating meat, and to
live entirely on vegetable food; and he resolved to try the
plan. He learned to prepare some of the dishes described
in this book, and proposed to his brother that if he would
allow him weekly half the money which was paid for his
board, he .would board himself.
This offer was accepted, and Franklin found that he
could live upon half of his allowance, and save the other
half for books. While the others went to dinner, he staid
at the printing office, and after he had eaten his slight meal
(perhaps a biscuit or a slice of bread, with a bunch of raisins
or an apple), he had the rest of the time for study.


After some years, he gave up his system of living
entirely upon vegetable food; and we do not advise any
young person to imitate him in this plan of not eating
meat. It would not suit the health of all persons, or yield
them strength enough to do hard work, and it would some-
times give trouble.
It is best to eat in moderation whatever is set before us,
without thinking about it. But in our country many people
eat too much meat, and their health would be better if their
food were composed more of vegetable and farinaceous
Franklin continued through life to be very temperate in
eating and drinking. He said of himself that a few hours
after dinner he could never tell of what dishes it had con-
sisted. In this respect, his example is worthy of all imita-
It is a misfortune to have a dainty and delicate appetite;
and a man who is not particular about his food is much
better off than one who is. It costs him less to live; and
he is a much more welcome guest at the tables of his friends.
When a man invites you to dine with him, and you find a
simple dinner on the table, he really pays you a compliment;
because he thinks you do not care about pampering your
appetite with delicacies, and are content with plain food.
While Franklin was an apprentice, his brother started a
newspaper, which was called the New England Courant;
and Franklin thought he would write an article for it.
Being still a boy, and supposing his brother would reject
any communication which was known to be his, he wrote
his piece in a disguised hand, put no name to it, and slipped
it, in the evening, under the door of the printing office.
It is probable that he did not sleep very soundly that
night, and went to the office next morning with a beating
heart. But what was his delight to hear his brother and
some of his friends commending the article, wondering who
could have written it, and ascribing it to this or that gentle-
man, who was known to be a good scholar and writer. It


was printed in the paper; and this success led Franklin to
write others in the same way, and at last to confess that he
was the author.
When Franklin was about seventeen years old, he left
his brother's employment, in consequence of a difference
between them; and not being able to get work in any other
office in Boston, he went to New York in a sloop. It took
him three days to go; and that was a very quick passage;
now one can go from Boston to New York in about eight
No one in New York wanted a printer's boy; and so
he determined to push on to Philadelphia. He went to
Amboy in New Jersey in a vessel, from Amboy to Burling-
ton on foot, and from Burlington to Philadelphia in a boat.
When he reached this city, it was on Sunday morning; and
being hungry, he went into a baker's shop to get some bread.
He bought three rolls; and putting one under each arm,
and taking the third in his hand, he went on his way through
the streets, eating as he walked.
As he was going along in this manner, a young girl,
named Deborah Reed, happened to be standing in the door
of her father's house; and when she saw the droll figure he
presented, she laughed at him, as well she might. But it is
curious enough that this young girl afterwards became his
wife. She little thought, when she saw him that Sunday
morning, that such would be the end.
Franklin found employment in Philadelphia at his trade.
After he had been there a few months, his industry and
intelligence attracted the attention of Sir William Keith,
who was at that time governor of Pennsylvania. Pennsyl-
vania was a colony then, dependent upon Great Britain,
and the governor was not chosen by the people, but was
appointed in England, and sent out there.
Sir William Keith promised to set him up in business,
and persuaded him to go to London to buy presses and
types; telling him he would lend him money, and give him
letters of introduction and recommendation. A letter of
H 2


introduction is a letter in which the writer asks the person
to whom it is addressed to be kind to the one who bears it,
and to serve him in any way he can.
Franklin went to London relying upon the governor's
promises; but when he arrived there, he found that Sir
William had played him a pitiful trick, and done nothing
for him. So here he was, in the midst of the great city of
London, without money and without friends. But he had
a good trade; and being an excellent workman, he readily
found employment in a printing office. He earned money
enough to support himself, and save something besides.
The workmen in this office were in the habit of drinking
a great deal of strong beer, which was not good for their
health, and cost them more money than they could afford.
Franklin drank nothing but water, and they called him the
water American. He endeavoured to persuade them to
leave off beer drinking, and save their money; but they
told him it made them strong, and that they could not do
their work without it. He convinced them that this was
not true, because he could lift and carry a greater weight
than any of them. Some of them at last gave it up, and
drank as he did.
Franklin passed eighteen months in London, working
at his business, and diligently improving his mind by study
and observation. He was liked and respected by every
body; for, besides being industrious, temperate, and studious,
he was very good-natured and obliging, and always ready
to do a good turn to others. He was also a very pleasant
and entertaining companion, and always full of life, and
spirit, and cheerfulness.
He returned to Philadelphia when he was twenty years
old; and soon afterwards he began the printing business
on his own account, in partnership with a man named
Meredith, who had some money. The business prospered
in their hands, and his career afterwards was one of uniform
success, usefulness, and distinction.
But our account of Franklin stops with the end of his


youth. Our young readers, when they grow older, will
read his Life, and learn how he became a great statesman
and a great philosopher, and what valuable discoveries he
made, and how much good he did to his country and to
Our object is to shew that his success and distinction as
a man were owing in great part to his diligence and industry
as a boy. He never wasted his time in idle sports or
frivolous amusements, but stored his mind with useful
knowledge in his leisure hours. Boys at this time have
more advantages of education than Franklin had. They
have better schools to go to, and far more books to read.
They have only to improve their chances as he did his,
and they cannot fail to be good scholars and respectable

Seest taou a man diligent in business,
he shall sand before kings."

PROVERBS xxii. 29.



A HARMLESS sheep was greatly iil-used by the wild
beasts of the forest. This being so, she went to
Jupiter, and begged him to give her something by
means of which she might protect herself.
I see well, my gentle creature," said Jupiter, "that you
are very defenceless; say, then, in what way you would like
me to serve you. Shall I give you long sharp teeth to bite
with ?"
"Oh no," replied the sheep, I do not wish to be fierce
like the wolf."
"Or," continued Jupiter, "shall I give you poison to kill
the creatures that hurt you ?"
Nay, nay, that would make me like the serpents, which
are hated by both men and beasts."
"What then shall I do ? Would you prefer that I should
make horns to grow on your forehead, and make your neck
stronger ?"
"Alas, no, kind father, for then I should be always
butting like the rude he-goat."
"And yet," said Jupiter, "if you wish others to keep
from hurting you, you must have something with which to
hurt them."
Must I ?" sighed the sheep. Then, good father, please
let me remain as I am. For if I had the power to hurt,
I fear I should have also the wish to hurt; and it is better
to suffer, than to be the cause of suffering."
Jupiter blessed the gentle sheep, and, from that hour, she
forgot to complain.

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