Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 A talk about water
 Old Pussy's advice
 Playing grandma
 Young candy-makers
 Dig away!
 Thoughtless Dick
 A young abstainer
 The night-watch
 How to build
 Stitch by stitch
 The best drink
 Mark's pledge
 How he paid them
 A slight mistake
 The dog and the horse
 The kind of boy I like
 Sowing seed
 Tom's chalk-talk
 Pins in her toes
 A happy little girl
 Lizzie and her bird
 The good little girl
 "I want a drink"
 Piggy's bath
 No brandy for him
 Please buy
 Johnny the stout
 Dotty's story
 Why we are happy
 Jenny Lee's party
 What Joe learned
 Farmer Gray's apples
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Title: Dainty bits
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Title: Dainty bits
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Publication Date: 1891
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 1a
    Title Page
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    A talk about water
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Old Pussy's advice
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Playing grandma
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Young candy-makers
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Dig away!
        Page 15
    Thoughtless Dick
        Page 16
        Page 17
    A young abstainer
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
    The night-watch
        Page 21
    How to build
        Page 22
        Page 23
    Stitch by stitch
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    The best drink
        Page 27
    Mark's pledge
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
    How he paid them
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    A slight mistake
        Page 35
    The dog and the horse
        Page 36
        Page 37
    The kind of boy I like
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Sowing seed
        Page 40
        Page 41
    Tom's chalk-talk
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    Pins in her toes
        Page 45
        Page 46
    A happy little girl
        Page 47
    Lizzie and her bird
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    The good little girl
        Page 52
        Page 53
    "I want a drink"
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
    Piggy's bath
        Page 57
        Page 58
    No brandy for him
        Page 59
    Please buy
        Page 60
        Page 61
    Johnny the stout
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Dotty's story
        Page 64
        Page 65
    Why we are happy
        Page 66
        Page 67
    Jenny Lee's party
        Page 68
        Page 69
    What Joe learned
        Page 70
    Farmer Gray's apples
        Page 71
        Page 72
    Back Matter
        Back Matter
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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TATIONS," NOS. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8; "JUVENILE TEMPERANCE

The National Temperance Society and Publication House,


Press of E. 0. jenkins' Son 20 North William St., New York.


WHENEVER Bertie's cousin, Ella, comes to visit
him, they always have grand, good times play-
ing together. They never quarrel, as some little
folks are apt to do. She is a dear, loving little
girl, and not a bit selfish, as many little girls are.
Bertie is always ready to play any game she
wants, and she is as willing to play any game he
likes. So you see these two unselfish, polite little
people can have splendid times together. One
day when she was at his house they went to the
woods to look for winter-green berries. Have
'you ever picked any ? They are pretty little red
berries that grow down on the ground among the
green leaves and mosses. They were having nice
times together when all at once they heard the
raindrops patter down. A summer shower had
come up. They went and stood under a big tree
until the shower passed away. There was a little


brook near them, and a little bird hopped down
and began to drink. That made the children be-
gin to think of how much good water is. Said
"Ella, what an awful lot of water there is in
the world. We don't need it all to drink."
No," replied Ella, "there are a good many
other things to drink it besides us. Auntie told
me all about it one day, and I've always remem-
bered. There are the horses and the cows, and
all the other animals; and then the grass, and
the plants, and all the trees want water, too. If
they had no water, they would die. It is the
water that helps them grow. It rains down upon
them, and washes off the dust, and then it runs
down to their little roots, and the roots take it
up, and it goes all through the plant, and carries
along things to make the plant grow. It helps
to make the juices of the fruits that are so nice
and sweet. It is in cabbages and potatoes."
Is there water in everything "
"Yes, in everything we eat. We could not
live without water. There is plenty of it, and it
is just what we want."
How good God is to give us plenty of good
water," said Bertie.


THERE was a wise old pussy-cat,
I heard the other day,
Who had four baby pussy-cats,
All very full of play.

They capered and they scampered, and
They ran about so fast,
You'd sometimes think a lightning-streak
Was surely flashing past.

They played and they played, and
They winked their silly eyes,
Till the old cat. was afraid
That they never would be wise.

"Come here, you naughty kits," she said,
And learn to hunt for mice.


Just stop your pranks and listen while
I'll give you good advice."

So on her nose she placed her specs,
And on her head her cap,
And sat down, with the naughtiest of
The kittens in her lap.

"Now, first of all, I'll tell you what
I've never known to fail.
Malty! drop your paws; and, Spot,
Let go of Tabby's tail! '


So scolding one, and cuffing one,
And boxing every ear,
She got them all set down at last,
With folded paws, to hear.

Then lifting up her left fore-paw,
And pointing here and there,
She told them how, and what, and all
About it, with exceeding care.

At last, when she had given all
The counsel she could think,


She added: "But. be very careful
What you eat and drink.
"And don't, as silly people do,
Go drink some poison stuff
That steals what wits you have away,
When you haven't half enough."

GRANDmA had gone out. Bessie came in her
room, saw her knitting lying on the table, and
decided to "play grandma." She put on a big
cap over her sunny hair, settled herself in grand-
ma's chair, put her spectacles across her wee bit
of a nose, and took up her knitting. She tried
to look very sedate and wise. She could see bet-
ter over the tops of the glasses than she could
through them.
Oh, dear!" she sighed, "how much work
those chilluns do make me. They wear their
stockings out so fast and keep me knitting all the
time. Now there was Joe sliding down the cellar
door the other day, and he's forever sliding down
the stair railing. If I'm not knitting, then I'm
mending his pants. Susie is just as wild as he is,
and makes me a lot of stitches. She's always




tearing her dresses. But then, dear me! they're
good chilluns, after all. What else would I be
doing if I didn't work for them? They love
their old grandmuzzer, and Joe, bless his heart!
isn't ashamed to give her a kiss every day. His
breath is as sweet as a rose. He don't smell of
tobacco like Jem. Miller does, over the way.
Joe's a good boy, and I won't complain any
more." Bessie uttered this last sentence in a
very decided tone, and shut her lips firmly as if
she meant what she said. She had heard grand-
ma talk that way the day before, and that is why
she was so good at "playing grandma."


THINK it's burnt ? says Harry.
Oh! my, no, it is not burnt," cries Paul, it's
nice as nice, and it will pull splendid Gussie,
keep your dear little nose out of the way, or some
of that hot stuff may fly on it and burn it.
Whew there'll be lots of candy."
"I'll set it out to cool," said Jane, "and we'll
pull it then."
"We have fun this year, don't we?" said



Harry. "Last year we didn't have so much.
Mammna would not let me play with you."
"Why not ?" asked Jane hastily.
"Hush! h-! whispered Paul, turning red
and pulling her sleeve.
But Harry kept straight on; he was not an
easy boy to take hints.
She was afraid of your father, you know; he
used to come home so drunk. She was afraid he
might hurt me."
"He don't do that any more," said Paul;
"never since last fall. He's just as good as any
man can be, and we have everything we want,
and we went to school all winter. In two years,
if I learn well, I'm to go learn to telegraph."
You see, father turned temperance," said
"What's that ? asked Harry.
"Why, never-no, never-to touch one speck
of whiskey."
"Oh! yes. My papa turned it too. Don't
you know, he said to mamma day after we came
down here: Well, Lizzie, if. teetotalism can do
for a man so much as it's done for Paul Porter,
I'm going in for it too.'"


DIG away! dig away!
I must work as well as play
On this pleasant summer day.
Through the sand and through the mould,
SLike a miner brave and bold
Digging for his precious gold.


If I'm lucky, who can tell ?
I may yet, sir, dig a well
For myself and sister Nell.
Dig away! dig away !
'Most as good as making hay
On a pleasant summer day.
Better than loafing at the door
Down at the corner liquor-store,
With a dozen lads or more.
Better than smoking a vile cigar
Leaning over the tavern bar;
So would say my good papa.

Miss DAY's scholars were greatly excited.
They ran into the school-room, all talking at
once, to let Miss Day know that Dick Adams
had been very bad. He had chased a poor little
squirrel so that it had jumped down into the
well. They were sorry for the poor little crea-
ture and sorry for themselves too, for the water
in the well would be spoiled.
Miss Day hurried out to see what she could do.
Nellie Gray said she saw Dick chase the squirrel,
which was -so frightened that it did not know
where it was going; it only wanted to get away
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from Dick. She had seen it jump up on the
trough of the well, and then heard a splash down
in the water. The teacher told them all to get
away out of sight behind the well. She heard
the rattling of the chain inside, and knew that
the squirrel was climbing up. Pretty soon its
little bright eyes could be seen peeping out from
the trough, then it stuck its head out to see if
danger was near, but no naughty boys were in
sight, and it jumped down and ran off as fast as
a wet squirrel could go. The children shouted
for very gladness. A few words from Miss
Day showing Dick's thoughtlessness made him
ashamed. He said he never would chase an-
other squirrel. You should never frighten or
harm one of God's dumb creatures.

"I'M nine years old," said Eddie Searles,
"And not a drop of wine
Or cider-either new or old-
Has passed these lips of mine.
I'm nine years old, and if I'm spared
To live a hundred years,
I'll never swallow alcohol
In ciders, wines, or beers.



"Why should I drink ? I wish you'd give
The reason if you can.
Will drinking, think you, make of me
A wiser, better man ?
I'm nine years old, and I have not
Yet taken the first puff.
I hate tobacco and cigars
And ground-up sneezing snuff.

"I'm nine years old. I never swear,
Although sometimes I'm vexed;
It only lasts a minute, though-
I'm over it the next.
It seems to me you'd like to smile
At what I have to say.
I don't care much; I'm used to that,
I will not run away.

"I fail to see why folks should smile
Because a man of nine
Should have the courage not to use
Tobacco, beer, or wine.
I'm but a boy, I know, but then
I'm growing all I can;
And, if I live and grow, some day
I'll be a real, live man!"



IT was a funny picture which met mamma's
eyes, as she peeped into her sick baby's room at
The nurse was fast asleep in her chair.
The drink which she had taken from a black
bottle, hidden away in a corner, to keep her
'"wake, had made her sleep like the dead.


Little Rosa was asleep too, breathing softly,
her pink, dimpled hands closed tightly.
Mamma smiled as she saw that her darling was
doing well, and she almost laughed aloud when
she saw Jetty Jackson, Rosa's pet kitten, peeping
between the curtains, with eyes so round and
I am the watcher," he seemed to say. "You
needn't fear to trust me. I never touch the
wicked stuff in the black bottle."
Mamma stroked his glossy black fur, saying:
" Dear little Jetty, you are wiser than some men.
You'll do for a night-watch."

Lucy was having a very quiet play with her
dolly, but was very willing to stop when Jamie
asked her to come and help build a house.
I know just how to do it," said Jamie, "for
I watched the masons."
So dolly was put to sleep in the basket, and
like a very good dolly indeed it did not complain
in the least. Lucy handed the blocks to Jamie,
and he put them in place.
"You see," said Jamie, "it all depends on
how you begin to build. If the first row of


blocks is put all straight and solid, then the other
rows will be so too."
"Yes, if you keep right on," said Lucy.
That's so," said Grandpa, who came up just
then with his dog Rover. You've got to keep
right on all the time. Did you know that ydu
are both real builders ? Everybody is building.
I began long ago, and you have just begun."
"What do you mean, Grandpa ?"
"Only this, that we are all building our lives.
The good deeds you do are like good .bricks put
in place. The bad deeds are like bad bricks put
in wrong, and they spoil the whole."
"Then I'm afraid I put in some bad bricks


yesterday," said Lucy, "'cause I got so mad at
brother Tom when he teased me, and I was cross
with baby, and mamma scolded me, and I missed
my lessons at school, and I didn't have a good
day at all."
Poor little girl," said Grandpa, and he looked
very sorry for her. "You'll do better after this,
I guess, when you remember you are building."
I guess I know now why mamma and papa
are always telling us not to do things. They
want us to be so good, and say we must begin
"Yes, and keep right on," said Grandpa. He
went away then across the field, but, Rover laid
down on the ground and watched the children

LITTLE Polly was learning to knit. Very im-
portant she felt, sitting straight up. in her chair,
with her feet on a stool, and pussy fast asleep be-
side her.
And she had knitted two turns all by herself,
with no one to tell her a word.
Guess I can knit 'bout's well as grandma,"


she said, and looking very like a little grand-
mother herself. But soon she had come to the
"seam," and for her life she couldn't think how
that queer, twisted stitch was made. And she
was too proud to ask mamma, who was sitting
She studied and thought, and her forehead got
all awrinkle.
No use.
Then two great tears rolled down over her red
cheeks, but she did not say a word. Her mother
saw the tears, and knew at once what was the

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"My precious little girl," she said. "How
strange I should forget that you are trying to
learn and help mamma." And she came beside
her, and, stooping over, saw the trouble.
That is a hard stitch to learn, Polly," she
went on. "Put your thread over; now take up
the stitch from the back side; knit it, and that is
all. That is what we call purling. Easy enough,
isn't it?"
"If you only know how," said Polly, laugh-
ing and holding up her work. Does it grow,
mamma ?"
I should think so, stitch by stitch, and by and
by you'll have a stocking," she said. "That is
the way a life grows," she went on. "Doing
the little duties every day, one by one, as the
minutes go by. They look very small, maybe as
small as a stitch in knitting, but done faithfully,
one by one, a grand life-work is finished at the
That is a nice lesson," said Polly, and I will
not forget it, for it works right in with my knit-

I HAVE a safe and helpful plan;
'Tis "always do the best you can."



Do the wee chicks drink tea ?" says May.
"Oh, no; they drink only water," says Nell.
"I have some water in my pan for the chicks."
"Do all the birds drink only water?" asks
Yes, and they think water a nice drink."


The cow drinks water from the pond; I saw
"Yes, and the horse drinks a whole pail of
water at one time. What a big drink!" cries
"What do the trees drink, and the flowers ?"
"Water; only good, cold water."
Last night," said May, I saw a star go down
to the lake to take a drink. Did God make the
cows, and birds, and trees, all of them?"
"Yes, all."
"And He made them to drink water, and made
water for them ?"
Yes; and He said it was all very good."
Does old Jim's dog drink water ?" said May.
Yes, but old Jim drinks rum."
"Then I think the dog knows more and acts
better than old Jim, don't you ?"


"IF you will come to my back fence, I'll show
you some fun, I will!" said Ted to Mark. "I've
got to go and put this rod away, and then go into
the house for something. You just come in five


minutes, and I'll be there." And Ted laughed
as though he knew a thing or two.
Mark thought Ted knew a great deal. Ted
was seven, and he was only six.
When Mark went to the back fence, there was
Ted. They sat down on the grass. Ted took
out a paper.
Take one! he said to Mark.


Mark took one. It was a little brown sugar-
bottle with a red top.
Bite the top off easy."
Mark did so, and a kind of hot, stinging liquid
slipped into his mouth.
"Don't you like it ?" said Ted, and he ate one
and smacked his lips. That's brandy, that is!
These are brandy bottles!"
Mark felt scared. It was not two days ago
that he had signed a little pledge, and his
mother had pinned it on the wall in front of his
Brandy t But he thought he would taste one
He took three more, and Ted gave him two to
take home in his pocket. He went up to his
room. He felt the two little brandy bottles in
his pocket, while he read the words of his pledge.
Then he ate another bottle.
He read the words over again, and ate the last
He felt very mean.
Mamma, 'intoxicating liquor' in pledges only
means rum and whiskey and things in big barrels
and jugs and in large bottles and-and in whole
stores, don't it ?" he said that night.


"No," said his mother, "it means even a little
tiny bit of intoxicating liquor."
"Well, it don't mean a-a-brandy in a little
weeny teeny candy bottle, does it ?"
Yes, sir, it does!" said his mother, and she
talked to him a long time about little brandy bot-
tles, and told him that he must keep his pledge
quite as it was written, and must not touch the
least little bit of intoxicating liquor even in his
He told Ted what his mother had said, and
Ted said he would not eat any more brandy bot-
tles either.


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MR. OLN kept a grocery-store. Besides pota-
toes and apples, and sugar and flour, and tea and
coffee, and many other things, he always kept two
or three glass jars filled with candy. There was no
candy-store near by, so the boys and girls always
went there when they had pennies to spend.
He kept something else away back in the store
where it was dark, and a big screen always hid
any one who went there.
One afternoon his clerks were all away for a
little while, and he was tending the store. A little
boy came in and said Mrs: Lane wanted a pound
of coffee and a pound of tea sent to her house at
once. The little boy could not carry the pack.
ages because he was going on another errand for
the lady.
Mr. Olin said to himself "Dear me! how
can I send these just now, when my clerks are
all away ?"
He went to the door and there he saw two lit-
tle girls playing on his sidewalk.
Mary," said he to the tallest girl, "can you
go to Mrs. Lane's for ine, and carry this tea and
coffee ? I will give you something if you will."


Yes," said Mary, I will if Belle will go
with me."
Belle said she would go, and they started down
the street. Now if any little girl ever loved
candy Belle did. Her mouth watered as she
thought of it. As they walked along they won-
dered what Mr. Olin would give them. Belle
said she hoped he would give each one a stick
of lemon candy. Mary thought he would give
them each an apple.
Well, they hurried along till they got, to Mrs.


Lane's house, and then they ran. aL the way back
to the store.
Ho, ho, you went on that errand pretty quick,"
said Mr. Olin. "I guess I'll have to hire you to
do all my errands."
Now what do you suppose he gave them?
You could not guess if you guessed all night,
so I might as well tell you. He went away back
in his store behind the big screen, and filled a
glass with something from a barrel. There were
lots of barrels and bottles there; men used to go


there and drink beer and whiskey. When he
came out again he brought the glass filled with
lager-beer, which he handed to Mary. Did she
drink it ? I am sorry to say she did. She drank
half of it, and then handed the rest to Belle.
Belle did not want it, but Mary said, Just taste
it," so Belle just put it to her lips, and took a
tiny sip, which she spit right out on the floor.
It was nasty and bitter. She was awfully dis-
appointed, and said she would never go on an-
other errand for that grocery man. She told me
this story herself the other day, and she said:
" It was my first and last taste of lager-beer. I
have never tasted it since," and now she is a big
woman. I think it was very mean pay. What
do you think ?

LrrrLE Gracie came home from school greatly
excited. "Oh, auntie," she said, "we had a lesson
about my brother Eugene to-day." I think you
must be mistaken," auntie replied. "No," said
the little girl, it was really a Eugene lesson, and
the teacher told us we ought to drink milk, and
never eat cake or candy." And then' we knew
she meant a hygiene lesson!


JUST now I saw a dog lead a horse. The dog
had the end of the halter in his mouth, and they
went off on a gay trot down the street to the
stable of the horse. They seemed to think it
was good fun. Men and boys and girls stood
still and looked after them.
Just then a poor man came along who was so
drunk he could not walk straight. He could not
lead a horse if he' had tried. He did not know
enough to see what the dog was doing. And I
saw that the man who was drunk was not worth
so much as a dog. Then I said, What a fool the
man is to get drunk! When he is sober he can
lead a horse, or ride a horse, or drive a horse. It
was some sober men that built the stable for the
horse to live in, and a dog surely could not do
that. I know a sober man is worth a great deal
more than a dog, but even a dog can do more
than a drunken man. So if I want to be worth
more than a dog, I will never, never drink any-
thing that can make me drunk.
You see, a dog whose head is clear,
Who never drinks gin, wine, or beer,
Can stand a better chance at knowledge
Than drunkards, tho' they've been through college."



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I xxow a little fellow,
I wish you knew him, too;
His hair is golden yellow,
His eyes the deepest blue.

H1 loves to help his mother,
And never pouts when told
To care for little brother,
Who's only two years old.

He's almost always laughing;
I never saw him sigh ;
And no amount of chaffing
Can ever make him cry.

He loves his little sister,
And when she tripped and fell
He didn't laugh, but kissed her,
To help to make her well.

They play with one another;
She says he don't get mad,
And "is just the bestest brother"
She "ever, ever had."



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" WHAT shall I be ?" a pretty urchin said,
As on his mother's knee he leaned his head;
With some faint stirring of a future plan:
"What shall I be when I shall be a man ? "
" My child," the mother smiled, I could not tell,
One cannot guess the future very well;
But high or low, or rich or poor, you can,
My darling, be a splendid temperance man."

A flash of wonder lit the hazel eyes
Uplifted to her own in swift surprise:
"You mean I must not drink, it is a sin;
Well, if I mus'n't, couldn't I begin,
Even as little as I am to-day,
To be a splendid temperance man in play "
She clasped him in the gladness ci her joy,
And whispered, Yes, my dear, my precious

It was not long ago, counted by days;
But could you see his earnest, serious gaze,
As oftentimes beside his mother's chair,
He talks of drunkards with a childish air,



And with his loving, rosy lips apart,
He vows that he will never break her heart,
And seals the vow with kisses; you would say,
He is a temperance boy and not in play.

I think some day a noble man will stand,
And lift unto the world a warning hand.
I think that he will paint, with vivid tongue,
The sorrow that a million hearts hath wrung;
And this I know, whatever else may be,
He learned his lesson at his mother's knee,
And whatsoever may befall life's plan,
That temperance boy will make a temperance


ToM was five years old, but he could do what
most boys of five years cannot do.
He could draw very well. He could draw cats
and dogs, and boys and girls, and houses. One
day he tried to paint a picture of his sister, the
same as he had seen his father do.
His mother was a wise and careful woman.
She taught him what strong drink does to hurt
a man; how it takes away his money, spoils his


home, takes away his strength, and seems to burn
up the good in him.
Tom knew a lady who was fond of him, and
liked to have him with her. She had a children's
Temperance Society, a Band of Hope. She used
to give them Chalk-Talks; that is, she made pic-
tures on the blackboard, which taught them Tem-
perance lessons.
She took Tom with her one day to a Band of
Hope meeting.
After she gave her Chalk-Talk Tom aid :
I can draw too. Let
me draw."
The lady said to the
children :
Would you like to
have Tom draw for
All the children said
So Tom took the
chalk. He drew a very
nice house, with a chimney and two doors and
four windows. He said to the children:
'This is a good house, a nice house. It is like
a good boy, all nice inside."


Then he took some red chalk and made red
flames going out of the chimney, the doors, and'
,, -/ the windows.
( Now this good house
J is burning up. It will be
S no good, no more use at
all. It is like the boy
who puts strong drink in-
to him, and it burns him
up, and he will be no good,
no use at all."
Then he said: "I'll
make you a picture of a
walking chimney. The
/ chimney to a house is all
/ right, because it carries
off the smoke." He drew
a picture of a boy smok-
ing a cigarette. You see the smoke coming out
of the boy's mouth? He is a walking chimney."
The children all liked what Tom said and thought
he gave a nice lesson for a boy only five years old.

FROM drinking, and swearing, and every sin,
You are safe and secure if you never begin.


0 You dear little darling,
So soft and so sweet,
With your bright, yellow eyes
And your plump, snowy feet,


Your slim, taper tail
And your cunning round nose!
But, kitty, my pet,
You have pins in your toes.

You are graceful and charming,
So sleek and so fat-
Was there ever yet born
Such a love of a cat ?
You purr and you rub
With your little pink nose;
But I must not forget
There are pins in your toes.

You tap on my cheek
With your velvety paws,
Nor think of unsheathing
Your sharp, cruel claws,
Unless you get angry-
Then nobody knows
How soon I may feel
There are pins in your toes !
Ah, kitty! there's much
That is like you, I know,
We will find in this wide world
Wherever we go;


The wine-cup that sparkles
And quivers and glows
Is worse than a kitty
With pins in her toes.

I t }li

DoRA BROWN is a very happy little girl this
morning, for Mother Brown, the dear lady who
took her to her pleasant country home in the
early summer, from a car load of "Fresh-Air
Children," has taken her for her very own little
She has called her by her own name, and given


her a pretty brown hef with a brood of chickens
all for her very own.
See how Biddy Browh thrusts her head up
through the slats of her coop, to see how her new
mistress is feeding her chickens.
The white chicken which is picking from the
spoon, looks pert, doesn't he ? and Dora is saying
Pretty chick, pretty chick, eat all you want."
She does not love to think of the dark, dirty
room which was all the home she knew in the
city,. or of the drunken woman, her mother, who
used to box her ears and call her ugly names.
Mother Brown is so kind and gentle, and the
daisies and buttercups and clover are so sweet,
and little Dora is indeed a very happy little girl.

LIzzIE LAWToN went with her father and mo-
ther to visit her aunt, who lived on a farm. Oh!
how sweetly the birds sung all day long. Lizzie
never got tired of listening to them. One day
she found out in the field a poor little bird caught
in a trap, which a wicked boy had set. Its leg
was broken. She took it into the house and her


papa put a band of muslin on the leg, and made
a soft bed of cotton for the bird to lie on. She
wanted to take the bird home with her; her
mamma said it would not live, but Lizzie begged
so hard they let her take it home in a little
basket. The bird grew worse instead of better,
and one morning when Lizzie went down to her
breakfast she found the little bird was dead. She


cried, but soon she dried her eyes, and said:
"Well, I suppose we'll have to have a funeral."
She went and invited her little playmates to
come to her back-yard after dinner. You see
she lived in the city, and city folks don't often
have gardens, only a small yard at the back of
the house. Her papa did not know what was
going on till he heard a noise. He was in his
room thinking what he should preach about the
next Sunday, when he heard singing. He looked
out of the window, and there were six or seven
little boys and girls all standing.in a row. They
all had pieces of black ribbon tied on their wrists.
Lizzie stood in front. They were all singing
" Safe in the Arms of Jesus." They had singing-
books in their hands, but the books were upside
down. When they had sung as much of the
words as they knew, Lizzie said: My poor little
birdie is dead, and so it must be put in the ground.
I hope when I die I'll go to heaven." That was
her sermon. They all looked very sober. The
bird was wrapped in soft cotton and put in a
little blue box. They put the box in a hole which
they had dug in the ground, and covered it over,
and then the funeral was ended.
I'll tell you one other thing Lizzie did. She


liked to go to meetings and hear people speak.
She was a little temperance girl. One day at a
meeting, the man who was speaking told how
much the little colored boys and girls in the South
needed temperance books and papers. They like
to read, and need papers to tell them how hurtful
strong drink is, and why they should not use it.
They do not have as many papers as you do. He
asked them to raise some money for these chil-
dren with black skins, and he would see that
papers were sent. Lizzie wanted to help, so she
collected a dollar and carried it to the man.

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SHE never sighs,
She never grumbles;
She never cries,
When down she tumbles.

She never soils
Her pretty dresses;
She never spoils
Her silken tresses.

With cap on head,
And wee hands folded,
She's put to bed,
And never scolded.

Oh, she's a pearl!
No mischief scheming;
There's such a girl-
Don't think I'm dreaming.

But not to tell
Her name, were folly;
You know her well-
For she's your dolly!


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IT was a hot day in June. Three small folks
sat on a high bench near the door in the school-
room. Two boys were at play out-of-doors, just
in sight, and these three small folks would like
to play, too. But they know that they must wait
till school is out. So they do not ask to go out,
but Carl says:
"I want a drink, please."
Miss May looks up so kindly. She sees the
sad looks on the faces of these three small folks,
and she says to Carl:
"Oh! yes, get a drink and take a cup to Jane
and to Mary."
When they had drank she said:
"Now, close your books and stand up. It is
almost time for school to be out, but we will have
a little talk first. How bright you look! The
drink did you good. What is the best drink "
And they all said "water," and then Mary said
"If you could not get milk nor water, what
would you drink ?"
They did not quite know what to say, but Carl
spoke up:




"I would not drink beer."
"Why not ?" said Miss May.
"Because there is bad stuff in it that makes
men drunk."
You are right," said Miss May; but is beer
the only bad drink? "
Oh! no; there is wine and cider and gin and
rum and whiskey."
And the same bad stuff is in them all," said
And so we will not drink any of them," said
If you should go out in the streets in a hot
day, or if you should go on a picnic, and you
could get no water and no milk, and you could
get beer and cider, I will tell you what to do.
Don't touch any of these bad drinks, but get some
fruit. Buy an orange or an apple or any fruit
you can get, and eat it; and then you will not
wish to drink. Why not ?"
Because there is juice in the fruit."
Yes, and it is safe, pure, good juice. It will
not make you drunk. So when you go on a pic-
nic take some fruit with you. It is easy to carry.
Ask your mamma to put in fruit with any lunch
,she puts up; for it is food and drink both, and


keeps you from thirst. When you are in the
city you can buy it at the fruit-stands. This is
our first lesson about drinks. School is out."
And off they ran to play, but they will not forget
about fruits.

MARY had a little-not a little lamb, but a
little pig, and its fleece-no, its hair was not as
white as snow. In fact, it was very dirty indeed
most of the time, for piggy never seemed to mind
how much dirt he got into. He was just as happy
bathing in a mud-puddle as a little canary-bird is
in a dish of nice clear water.


Now, Mary did not like Mr. Piggy's dirty
ways, though she did think he had quite cunning
streaks. But she liked to have things neat and
clean. She always kept her face and hands clean
and her hair neatly combed. And she used to
help her mother sweep and dust, and wash wood-
One day just as Mary and her mother had
cleaned the floor all nice, in walked Mr. Piggy,
dripping with mud from the puddle outside
where he had been rolling.
"Oh! my clean floor !" cried Mary's mother.
Oh you dirty pig!" cried Mary. "See
here, sir! I'll teach you not to go and get your-
self all mud."
Quickly she filled her mother's wash-tub nearly
full of water, and catching up Mr. Piggy doused
him in it. He didn't like it much at first, and
kicked and squealed some, but Mary bade him
be quiet, and after a little he decided to mind
You should have seen him when Mary had
taken him out of the tub and wiped him dry with
a towel. He was just as white and pretty as he
could be.
"There, now, sir," said Mary, "don't you feel


better when you are clean and nice than when
you are all dirt ?"
And Piggy winked at her out of his little black
eyes, as much as to say that he guessed he did.

S HEARD of a brave little boy the
Other day, who came near being run
over. He was crossing the street,
when a horse came running very
fast toward him. The horse was
drawing a big, heavy wagon. The
little boy slipped and stumbled
so near the horse that the horse
kicked him. A big lump came out
on his face, and he felt very much
frightened. A kind policeman carried him home,
and told the little boy's mother that she had bet-
ter give him a swallow of brandy. "No, indeed,"
said the little fellow. "No brandy for me. I'm
a temperance boy." His motto was:
I'll never use tobacco;
I'll never swear; no, never I
I'll drink no wine nor whiskey.
I'm a teetotaler forever I


A DOT of a girl,
Her brown hair a-curl,
Had taken her stand,
A basket in hand,
With mosses as green
As ever were seen,
And lilies as white
As e'er blessed the sight.
Her musical cry,
Half eager, half shy,
Like singing of bird
Which faintly is heard,
Fell softly and sweet,
Where din of the street,
With clangor and call,
Appealed unto all.
"My lilies, please buy."
Eyes blue as the sky,
Suffusing with tears,
Cheeks paling with fears
Attested the need,
Most bitter indeed,
A pittance to gain,
Her home to maintain.




"Ho! for a frolic," said Johnny the Stout;
"There's coasting and sledding. I'm going out.'
Scarcely had Johnny plunged in the snow
When there came a complaint up from his toe.
"We're cold," said the toe, I and the rest;
There are ten of us freezing, standing abreast."
Then up spoke an ear: My, but it's labor-
Playing in winter. Eh opposite neighbor ?"
"Pooh!" said his nose, angry and red,
Who wants to tingle? Go home to bed!"
Eight little fingers, four to a thumb,
All cry together: "Johnny, we're numb!"
But Johnny the Stout wouldn't listen a minute;
Never a snowbank, but Johnny was in it.
Tumbling and jumping, shouting with glee,
Wading the snowdrifts up to his knee.
Soon he forgot them-fingers and toes-
Never once thought of his ears and the nose.
Ah! what a frolic; all in a glow,
Johnny grew warmer, out in the snow.

IN summer the water makes things grow;
In winter it covers them up with snow.




DOROTHEA DORMAN sat in the bay-window, her
round dimpled cheeks wet with fast-falling tears.
What ails grandma's pet?." said a nice-look-
ing lady who came into the room.
"It wains," said Dotty, "'n I tan't do out.
Oh, dear! and a fresh shower of tears fell.
Would Dotty like a true story ?" and grand-
ma held out her arms.
A moment later and the little girl was nestling
there, looking eagerly into grandma's face.
A little shining brown seed had its home in
a pretty flower-cup," said the lady. "It was a
nice house, but it faded, and the wind blew it
away. The next thing the wind did it blew the
seed-cup off the stalk, and the little seed found
itself covered with dirt."
"Naughty wind," said Dotty.
No, for the cold snow came after the wind,
and the seed would have been frozen to death, but
it had fallen into a bed of jonquils, and was nestling
down beside a bulb as snug 'as a bug in a rug."'
Dotty laughed merrily, nestling closer herself.
"I guess the little brown seed must have had a
good long nap, for when she woke up, she felt the


f / j / f/
warm sun shining, and wanted to get up. The bulb
was restless too. They both wanted to look out.
"' I'm so thirsty,' the bulb said, and I'm so
thirsty,' the little seed said."
Patter, patter, came down the rain.
S"I guess they both are laughing. After the
shower is over we'll go out and see. Look, there's
a golden dandelion now."


The shower was over, and Dotty and grandma
went out to the jonquil border, and there, sure
enough, little green blades were coming up all
"And here is my little' brown seed," said
grandma, pointing to a bright green shoot. It
is going to be a pretty pink like its mother."
I won't ky any more when it wains,"said Dotty,
"'cause 'e flowers wants to d'ink water like we do."

I Do feel so happy this bright New-Year's Day,
For Johnny is giving a ride on his sleigh.
He is drawing me down to the Temperance Hall,
With evergreen branches to hang on the wall;
For to-night the little Crusaders will meet,
For speaking, and singing, and also a treat
Of sweet-cakes and candies, and apples and pies.
I tell you the people will open their eyes
When they see what the little Crusaders have done,
And are hoping to do in the year just begun.
Neither whiskey, or brandy, or cider, or beer,
Is needed, I'm sure, for a happy New-Year.
They only bring sorrow, and hunger, and woe;
That's why we are little Crusaders, you know.




"OH, mamma, I went to the funniest party
this afternoon," said little Mary Jones, as she
danced into the dining-room just as the family
were sitting down to supper. "Jenny Lee said
people were having 'pink parties' and 'rose
teas,' and she was going to have a white tea.'"
I hope you had a good time, my little girl,"
said Mrs. Jones.
Yes, I did, mamma. It was a girls' party,
but some of the boys, because they were not in-
vited, stood outside the windows and called names.
Ned Bruce said it was nothing but a 'cow party.'"
"What did he mean by that, Mary ?"
Oh, you know he looked into the window and
saw the long row of glasses filled with milk, and the
beautiful dishes of ice-cream. I know it made his
mouth water, but he needn't have been so mean."
"What else did you have, Mary ? "
"Oh! we had angel-cake, as white as snow,
mamma, and such white biscuits! Just as Jenny
was passing the cake an awful bad boy cried out,
'Look out for your angel-cake, or it will take
wings and fly away!' I don't think I'll ever
speak to those boys again."


Oh, yes, you will, my child; but when you
do, tell them that a 'cow party' is much better
than a wine party.'"
That's so, mamma, and when I see old mooly
ccw I'll thank her for giving us such a nice



OU won't let me play with
S Walter Brown, and I don't
see why," said little Joe Ben-
ton to his mother; and I am
sorry to say he pouted, and
looked very unlike the happy
little boy he usually was.
Then he went on : I know
Walter does not always mind
his mother, and once in a
While says bad words. But
you know I won't ever do
any of these things. He
can't hurt me. Say, mother, what is the reason
you say I must not play with him ? "
"I will show you, Joe," said his mother.
"Take this glass of pure clear water, and put
just one drop of ink into it."
Joe did so, and found the one wee drop colored
the whole glass. "Why, mother! who would
have thought one little drop could make all this
water black."
Yes, it has changed the color of the whole.
Too bad, is it not ? Just put one drop of clear


water in and see if it will.not make all the
water clear again."
Joe did as she told him to. "Why, no,
mother, one drop can't do it, and I don't believe
one hundred would. You are just laughing at
"No, my boy, I am not. But I just wanted to
show you how one little evil can harm. I have
tried to keep you a pure, clean boy, but a play-
mate like Walter, who has evil ways, could soon
undo all my teaching."
Joe never forgot that lesson.

"I AM going to pick apples this morning,"
said Mr. Gray; who wants to come and help ?"
"I do," said Tommy, who was visiting the
So do I," said Joe, Kate, and Will.
So they all jumped into the big wagon, and
rode to the apple-orchard. The trees were just
loaded with big red apples, and yellow apples, so
juicy and sweet. Tommy got on a ladder and
picked the apples, and handed them to Kate.
She took them to Joe, who sorted them out in


three piles. When they were all sorted, Mr.
Gray put them in big baskets, and carried them
to his wagon.
Tommy had never picked apples before, and
thought it was real fun.
"How many piles do you make, Joe?" he
"Three," said Joe.
"Oh, yes, I know," said Tommy. You put
the best apples in one pile; those are to eat and
to sell."
Yes," said Joe, "and the second pile mother
cuts up and dries for winter use. They make
good pies."
"Oh, yes, I see," said Tommy, "and the
knotty, wormy apples you put in the third pile
to make cider of."
No, we don't," said Joe, very quickly.
No, my boy, indeed we don't," said Farmer
Gray. We feed the poorest apples to the pigs;
cider is not good for men or boys. I'd rather
have fat pigs than drunken boys, and no apples
of mine ever turn into cider."
"I'm awful glad," said Tommy, "for I know
cider is bad."

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