Front Cover
 Title Page
 Mary and the cherries
 The pet lamb
 Barbara and Dick
 The cat and the chicken
 Queer Tom
 My pets
 So happy
 Caught by the tide
 I'll take the shortest
 The wreck
 Soldier Fred
 Wading in the brook
 Back Cover

Title: Pearls for children
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00081185/00001
 Material Information
Title: Pearls for children
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. ; 22 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Edwards, Mary Ellen, 1839-ca. 1910 ( Illustrator )
Greenaway, Kate, 1846-1901 ( Illustrator )
Lawson, Lizzie ( Illustrator )
McLoughlin Bros., inc ( Publisher )
Publisher: McLoughlin Bros.
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [1892?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1892   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1892   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1892
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Some illustrations signed M.E.E. (i.e. Mary Ellen Edwards), K.G. (i.e. Kate Greenaway) and Lizzie Lawson.
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00081185
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002234300
notis - ALH4719
oclc - 191730826

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Mary and the cherries
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    The pet lamb
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Barbara and Dick
        Page 8
    The cat and the chicken
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Queer Tom
        Page 12
    My pets
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    So happy
        Page 17
        Page 18
    Caught by the tide
        Page 19
        Page 20
    I'll take the shortest
        Page 21
        Page 22
    The wreck
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Soldier Fred
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
    Wading in the brook
        Page 28
    Back Cover
        Back Cover
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Mary saw some fine ripe cherries
Hanging on a cherry-tree,
And she said, You pretty cherries,
Will you not come down to me ?"

"Thank you kindly," said a cherry,
"We would rather stay up here;
If we ventured down this morning,
You would eat us up, I fear."

Mary jumped, and soon she reached them,
Standing high upon her toes;
And the cherries bobbed about,
And laughed, and tickled Mary's nose.

Soon a basket of the finest
Mary gathered from a twig;
"You are beautiful," said Mary,
"Red and ripe, and oh, how big!"


TFHIS is the way the old mother cat gives her
kittens a ride before they are able to take
long walks. You would think it must hurt a
poor kitty to be taken by the neck between a
cat's sharp teeth; but no mother could be more
careful of her babies than mother Puss is of
hers. She loves them dearly well, and not for
the world would she hurt one of them. She
knows that this is the best way for them to
ride, and I think they like it very well.

BABY is lying on the sofa asleep. Snip is
the dog. He loves the baby. When the
baby takes a nap, Snip jumps upon the sofa and
watches. Snip is a good nurse. He will not
let any one come near while baby is asleep.
By-and-by Baby will open her blue eyes and
laugh; then she and Snip will be all ready for
a frolic.
IHERE is a fat spider in his
web. He is on the watch
for a fly. When one comes in
sight he will wait until it is
/ near enough, and then dart
upon it and bring it into his
house. Poor fly! when once its
bright wings are caught in the spider's curious
web, it can never, never get away again,


"Oh, mother! mother! mother!" and here Tiny stopped for breath.
"Well! well! well!" said mother, "what has happened now?"
"Can we keep it, mother? May and Lillie and I found it almost dead
in the woods, and have carried it home all the way, and may we keep it?"
What, dear ?"
"This little lamb."
"What to do with, my dear ?"
Qh, to take care of, and to feed."
Her mother looked with a smile at the little girl.
"Very well, the lamb shall be yours. Run and tell your father at
once, then he won't give it to any one else."
Into the next field ran Tiny, where she found her father at work.
"It's mine, father!" she shouted, long before she reached him.
'Wha's yours, my girl ?" he asked.
"The little lamb," she replied.
"How do you make that out ?"
"Mother says so."
"And what are you going to do with it?"
"I am going to feed it, father."
"Can I have it?" she continued. "Please, father, say yes."
You said it was yours."
"So it is, for mother said so; but you won't give it to any one else,
will you?"
Not while you want it," he replied. A kiss sealed the bargain, and
away went Tiny to feed the lamb.
It soon got well, and Tiny had the pleasure of seeing it grow up to be
the finest sheep on her father's farm.

ARTHUR'S mamma went to town to do some
shopping. Arthur cried to go with her,
but he was too small a boy to trot around all
day; so mamma said if he would be good, and
give no trouble to Jane, she would bring him
something from town. Arthur wondered what
it would be, and he guessed all the toys he
could think of. When it was time for mamma
to come, he climbed up on the window seat to
watch for her; and when he saw her coming
up the street, he clapped his hands and cried,
"Hurrah!" Mamma did not bring a toy to
Arthur, but a large book, full of pictures and
stories. Was not that a nice present foi a
good boy?


Barbara and Dick were to go to school,-a real school, kept by a
schoolmaster; they thought it would be grand. When the day came
for them to go, they started off over the meadows and cornfield, Barbara
carrying the satchel with the books and luncheon in one hand and lead-
ing little Dick by the other. Barbara got along very well, and answered
all the questions that were asked her in school, but poor little Dick sat
on a low bench, with a book in his hand, and could not make out one
word, for he was not a very smart boy, and could not read yet. But
Barbara helped him all she could, and he soon got along nicely.


Here is a picture of a cat my old nurse, Mrs. Holden, had, and I will
tell you a very pretty story about her.
Mrs. Holden had an old hen which had only one chicken. This
little chicken was very feeble, and went peeping about in quite a pitiful
way. When Mrs. Holden was in the kitchen one day, and saw the old
hen clucking around the door-step with one chicken, she said to her girl
Ann, I don't think it is of any use to raise that one chicken. I will
give it to the cat."
There was a great gray cat under the table, lying in a basket with
her three kittens. So Mrs. Holden picked up the poor little chicken
and tossed it into the cat's basket, looking to see it eaten up; but
instead of hurting it, the old cat began to lick its little downy feathers
as she did her soft little kittens, and the chicken cuddled down close to
the cat and kept warm.
Mrs. Holden said, "Old Pussy isn't hungry just now." But old
Pussy had no idea of eating up the chicken, even if she was hungry;
and when food was given to the cat and kittens, the chicken ate so'
too, and it lived with the cats, and began to grow and thrive.
When Mrs. Puss left her basket, the chicken would jump out and
follow her out of doors and in again.
At last, one day, when the chicken got as large as a pigeon, the
old cat started out to go hunting. She had got nearly round the house,
when she looked round and saw the chicken following her. Then
she turned back and took it by the neck.
"There!" said Mrs. Holden, "the chicken's gone now; the old cat
has killed it." But she had not. She carried it back to the basket and
dropped it in; then she went away.


As I walked over the hill one day,
I listened, and heard a mother-sheep say,
"In all the green world there is nothing so sweet
As my little lamb, with his nimble feet;
With his eye so bright,
And his wool so white,
Oh! he is my darling, my heart's delight."
And the mother-sheep and her little one
Side by side lay down in the sun;
And they went to sleep on the hill-side warm,
While my little lamb lies here on my arm.


Tom Flossofer was the queerest boy I ever knew. I don't think he
ever cried. If Fleda found her tulips all rooted up by her pet puppy,
and cried, as little girls will, Tom was sure to come around the corner
whistling, and say,-" What makes you cry? Can you cry tulip? Do
you think every sob makes a root or a blossom? Here, let's try
to right them."
So he would pick up the poor flowers, put their roots into the ground
again, whistling all the time, make the bed look smooth and fresh, and
take Fleda off to hunt hens' nests in the barn.
One day, when his big sister was worried for fear it would rain and
she could not go out, Tom came up to her with a mug full of fresh
berries, and said, in his queer way,-" Never mind, Mary; if it does
rain, I have brought you some berries to comfort you."


I am a little girl, and my name is Polly. I have three pets.
First, my dog Toby. He has long white hair, which I comb out
every day, to make him look. like a gentleman.
Then comes my doll Topsy. She is rather shabby now, and has no
paint on her face; but she is clean, I am sure, for I wash her in the
water-butt every Saturday, and scrub her well with the sponge.
Last of all comes my newest pet, my kitten, which I am going to call
About a month ago my aunt brought me this kitten in a basket, and
I sat ever so long wondering what to call it.
I thought of all the stories I had read in my pretty picture books,
and of all the stories I had heard, but I could not think of one about
a kitten or a cat. So I went and asked my mother if she knew one.
I know one about a cat," she said, "and your kitten will be a cat
some time."
"Please tell me it," I said.
Dick Whittington and his Cat," she replied.
Oh, yes!" I said, for I had forgotten all about it.
Then, when I thought about it, I remembered that his cat had no
name; and so I called it after him.
Now you see what fine times we four can have together; for we play
at all sorts of games, both in-doors and out.
My pets never quarrel; for I teach my cat and dog to be kind to
each other, and I am kind to both of them.


What savage old fellows some tom-cats are
Why, what do you think ? I know one that kills
even his own little children if he can get hold of
them. Ah! IF, indeed, for his wife takes very
good care that he shall not help her to nurse the
babies. She fixes her nursery in as out-of-the-
way a place as she can,-in a basket, or in a
corner of a shelf of a closet, or some such place,
-and when she sees her husband coming she
sticks up her back, takes off her gloves, and
shows a set of claws which make the terrified
little ones open their blue eyes until they are as
round as glass beads; she puffs up her tail like
a big club, and fumes in such a manner that
Mr. Thomas is glad to slink off, with just a gentle
growl, as much as to say, "No need for such a
bother; I only called to see how the children are
going on." One day he stole into the nursery
when she had gone out for food and carried off
one of the children; but mamma met him on the
stairs, and they had quite a tussle before she
could get the baby away from him.


Six-seven-eight little birds; all of them in
want of food! See their dear mother fly down
to feed them. She will have hard work to keep
all their bills as full of food as they would like.
But she loves the little birds so much, she is
glad to work for them, and to give up her own
food so that they may have it.
As soon as the sun shines at the dawn of day,
she flies off in search of food, and she works
till the sun goes down in the west. For these
little birds need a good deal of food and care.
But in two or three weeks the little birds will
be so strong that they can fly off and get their
own food.
If you live in the country, you may hear the
birds sing the first thing in the morning. They
fill the whole air with their music. It is the
most gladsome of all sounds.


It was very naughty of Willie to go down to the beach alone, without
telling mother or sister where he was going. He might have been
drowned. He had been amusing himself, looking for shells, and did
not notice that the tide was coming in. All at once he saw that the sea
had got between him and the shore. Immediately he hastened to the
rock, thinking he would be safe there; but if mamma and Dora had
not come in search of him, as they did, they would have been too late
to save him. Willie was foolish as well as naughty.

F RANK and Eva are playmates, and they
are very fond of each other. Eva has a
doll that she calls Miss Cone. It is a wax doll,
but the sun has put out its eyes and melted its
nose, so that it is not very pretty; but Eva, is
very fond of it, and takes it with her where-
ever she goes. Sometimes Frank laughs at
Miss Cone, and then Eva is vexed. No little
girl likes to have her dear dolly laughed at.
When Frank sees that Eva is really offended
he tells her that he is sorry, and asks her to
forgive him, and be friends again, and Eva is
always ready to say yes; for she is a gentle
and loving little girl, and does not like to



One day a lady went into a toy-shop with her
little son and daughter.
"Buy us each a lead-pencil, mamma," said
"Yes, do, mamma," said May.
"I'll get one and divide it between you," said
mamma, taking some money from her purse.
When the pencil was cut, one piece was smaller
than the other.
What shall I do ?" said mImma.
Willic, the younger, looked up, with a smile on
his rosy face: I'll take the little piece, mamma;
for I am a 'man, and ladies should always have
the best of everything, you know ; so sister shall
have the larger piece."


What a nice place this is to sail our little ship in !" exclaimed Louis.
"It may be we had better wait for George, Louis. Remember what
mother said about the danger of the ships being carried away over the
"Oh, I'll take care; we are not quite so silly as mother thinks we
are; and I don't believe George will come at all this afternoon."
"Well, it will not do to go home without seeing our ship sail. So you
get ready to catch it. Shall I push it right off here, or over there?"
"Push it from where you stand, Alice; that is the best place."
The little vessel glided gracefully into the water on a mimic wave, to
the great delight of the children, who clapped their hands and almost
screamed for joy. Louis caught it as it sailed up to the rock, which he
called a wharf, and launched it back to Alice. Thus they played a good
while, sending it back and forward to each other. It kept a straight
course, and did not seem in any danger until the last time, when Louis
pushed it a little too far out. It drifted into the current, and soon trem-
bled on the brink of the waterfall. A second wave carried it over the
falls into the foaming stream below, where it became a total wreck.
Alice burst into tears, and Louis almost forgot his own loss in trying
to console her.
They went round to the stream below the falls, and looked long and
anxiously for even some fragments of the wreck of'their "dear little
ship," but it was all in vain.
Just as they were mournfully turning from the scene of shipwreck,
they saw George Thompson coming toward them. He heard their
sad tale, and, to comfort them, promised that if he could find time to
spare, and some suitable wood, he would make another boat. But they
did not soon forget the lesson they learned in obedience.


Yes, she might go as far as yonder mound,
But he alone the far-stretched plain would cross.
" The hapless ones that on my path are found,"
Cried he, "shall quickly flee with shame and loss!

" That daring boy, who said I could not swim;
That blustering boy, who thought I could not fight;
The schoolmaster-I'll have a fling at him,
Because he deems I cannot count aright!"

" And don't forget," his sister said, to beat
The boys off poor old Betty and her load;
And don't forget with scorn the man to treat
Who strikes his donkey all along the road."

Fred went, and left his sister sitting there;
In calm content she let the time go by;
The breezes came and softly kissed her hair,
The clouds came softly rippling o'er the sky.

Smiling she sat, and thought of Fred afar,
And watched him strutting all about the plain;
Till, when the sun was low, without one scar,
Or doughty deed performed, he came again.

And as he flung his weapons on the green,
She said, in hope such stormy mood to clear,
Not useless quite the warlike garb has been-
The birds have taken you for a scarecrow, dear I"


ALL the long summer-day the cows are in
pasture. They eat the sweet, green grass,
and drink cool water from the spring. When
they are tired they lie down under the shade
of the trees, and sometimes they go to sleep.
When night comes, the cows go slowly home
to the barn yard, and the milk maid, with her
pails over her arms, goes to the barn yard too.
Oh what nice, sweet, fresh milk the cows give
for little boys and girls! Tommy likes to go
to the pasture and drive the cows home. So
does Gyp. Gyp is Tommy's dog. He barks
and jumps up and down, and wags his tail as
much as to say, see what a smart dog I amI
But the cows like Tommy best.


Splashing, dashing little rogues!
In the water cool they play;
Little does their mother know
Of the way they spend the day.

Bright the sun shines in the sky,
Green the young leaves on the trees,
Fresh the water in the brook,
Fraraant smells are on the breeze.

Rich the world in pleasant gifts,
Full of joys the summer time,
Hours-golden hours-that pass,
Graced with halo all divine.

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