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Group Title: Sunny days series
Title: Jolly times
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Title: Jolly times
Series Title: Sunny days series
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Roe, E. T ( Editor )
Donohue, Henneberry & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Donohue, Henneberry & Co.
Place of Publication: Chicago
Publication Date: c1897
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 -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1897   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1897
Genre: Children's stories
Children's poetry
Spatial Coverage: United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
Statement of Responsibility: profusely illustrated ; edited by E.T. Roe.
General Note: Contains prose and verse.
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(J|HE celebrated Dr.-Rajelais had a mule he called Jan, or Jack.'
SWhen in-Paris one Sunday, Rabelais left his mule in care of
-some parties who neglected to water him, .and the mule becoming -:
quite thirsty wandered off in search of a drink. A little boy, who
ought to have been at church, spying him, got on his back to have a
ride ; soon another boy climbed on behind him, and-then two, more
scrambled on. The mule walked leisurely dowri the street, till he came
near a church, and, scenting the water in the basin in the porch, Jan
' bent his steps towards it. The terrified youngsters dug their-heels in
his sides, and cuffed him, and shouted at him, but all tono purpose, for;
thinking only of his drink; he marched boldly into the church, with
S the four boys still on his back.- It was about the middle of the
sermon; -rid when ,the congregation saw him coming, they took him
at first tIor; a ghost. Great was the dismay of the boys at this
anlooke& for termination o0i their ride. They scrambled off the:
S mule's baek 'uch -qicker than they got on, and Jan was seized by:
the sexton and- taken to thepound, and his master, being a notorious
joker, was suspected of having contrived the matter himself, and was-,
heavily fined "


I love it, I love it, the laugh-of a child,
Now rippling and gentle, now merry and wild;
Ringing out on the air with its innocent giush,
Like the trill of a birdat the twilight's soft hush;
Floating off on the breeze, like the ton6s.of a bell,,
. Or the music thafdwells in the heart of a shell;.
'Oh! thelaugh of a child o. wild and so free,:
: Is the :mettiest sound in the world to me.

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FVERYBODY always seems ready to doubt a fish story, and hence
-a doubtful story of any kind is said to be fishy." So I will
not stand good for the truth of this story, about a bear going fish-
ing.. It is said to, be true where it happened, but I only give the e
story for what it's worth. On the banks of a.,Canadian river, so the
story runs, there was once a rock in which a large circular well had
been worn by the action of the water. This rock proved a great
attraction to a certain large brown bear, which, having a special fond-
ness for salmon, would watch at the hole till one of these fish, in
atterapting to leap a small waterfall at this point, was thrown back
exhausted into the rocky basin, when it would quietly.scrape it out
with its huge paws and devour the'dainty morsel.
-If anyone should doubt the truth of this story, he will probably
have to remain in doubt forever, for it is reported, that the rocky well
where the bear went fishing has been demolished, and there is now
no way of proving that this story is an exception to the usual run of
reliablee fish stories.


"If I were a darling big maima like you,'
-Said Tommy one day, "do you know what I'd do ?
I'd take out a dime and I'd say: 'Tommy dear,
Just hold up your two little hands to me here.'
I'd put the dime in them, and then I should say: ..
'You'vebeen a good boy, little Tommy, to-day;
So put on your hat and go right down the street,
SAnd buy some nice chocolate.candy to eat.'
S' You'd run, and come back, and you'd jump and you'd laugh,
And kiss me and hug me, and give me a half.
So now, mamma dear, don'tyou think wouldd be fun
To give me a dime and just see how I'd run?"
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HE Shetland pony, or Sheltie, is the smallest pony in the
-Iworld. Sometimes when full-grown, it is not more than
thirty inches high, and is seldom higher than forty.
A Scotchman;once had a number of very fine specimens of these
little animals on exhibition at an agricultural- fair, and when a visitor
would point out one of them as being such a pony as he would prob-
abljy wish to'buy, the Scotchman would enter the enclosure where-the
-ponies were, kept, pick the chosen one up in his hands, tick him
snugly under his arm and march out with the little fellow as easily
as a small boy might have done; with a kitten. An amusing scene,
where one of these little animals figured as a "runaway horse," was
witnessed in Chicago a few years ago. Two small children, a boy
and a girl, were driving a beautiful little Shetland pony, attached to
a little buggy, along State. street, when .the. pony became frightened-
at something on the street, and dashed away at a rapid speed which
the children were unable to control. There was great danger: of
their being run into by larger vehicles, or dashed under the wheels
of the terrible "'grip" cars. ,At the most perilous moment, however,
when the children seemed in imminent danger of being killed, a big.
policeman rushed out into the street, grabbed the little runaway pony-
round the waist, lifted him up off the grotindand carried him bravely
to the sidewalk, out of harm's way.- ;-


LITTLE hands will soon be strong
For the work that they must do;
Little lips will sing their song '
When these'early days are through.-
So, you big boys, if ve're small,
SOn our toes you' needn't dance;
:T'here is room enough for- all-
Give the, little- boys a chance. '

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ONKEYS, as a rule, have rather flat noses. There is, how-
ever, an exception in the proboscis monkey, which is fur-
S nished with a long hooked nose,
T, .'The proboscis monkey is a native of Borneo, where itiis called
Sthe'"kahaw," from the peculiar- cry it' utters. It grows to- a large,
S size, being two feet from head to tail, the tail being two feet in length.
It looks more like a long-nosed goblin than a monkey, but resem-.
bles other monkeys in its habits, living entirely on fruit, and asseri-
S bling together inlarge troops at sunrise and sunset.- When young,
the proboscis monkeys have small turned-up noses, but as they grow-
older these develop into long hooked ones, very much resembling the
beaks of some birds.'
A gentleman traveling in the East managed to secure one of
these queer-lookiig monkeys, which soon made friends with the
: gentleman's black servant, Sanmb. One day the gentleman over--
h'heard Sambo talking to the monkey, and this is what, he said:
S"Massa says we color folks come from de monkeys. Guess dat's so,
an' I mus' ha' come a good deal further from this one than Massa did,
for I done shed de lon nose and Massa's got his"n yet."

..:' :. A BUFFALO (N.Y)'by has broke two black cats to harness.
He drives his pets in single as well as double harness up aid down:
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ABSENT-MINDED :APA.--".What do- you 'want! I can't be dis-
tu rbed now."
.: :CHARLIE.-,"I do l wanted to say good night, pa.",
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LADY once-owned a pet monkey which she called Jeanie, the
oddest little brown creature that ever was. Jeanie was full of
mischievous fun, and was constantly getting -into scrapes,
On one occasion she went a little too far with her fun, and, as a con-
--sequence, was chained up to-a post in the yard for some time after.
Grandfather Bundy had been invited to dinner that day, and though
he was a man who enjoyed a good.joke and a jolly laugh, yet he did
Snot care to have the joke or the laugh at .his- own expense. 'So the
trick that Miss Jeanie played him at the dinner-table that day, fn
S account of which I am about,to give you, was not very much relished
by Grandfather Bundy.
Dinner was nearly over, and the dessert had been brought in,
which happened to be apple dumplings, a dish for which Grandfather
Bundy had a special liking. In his jolly. good-natured manner, Fa-
Sher Bundy.had picked one of the apples out of his dumpling and
was holding it up on his fork while he related to the little folks at the
Stable the story of how a king,of England was once puzzled to know
how the apples were got into the dumpling. Just at that moment
"i the monkey suddenly appeared in the room, leaped .onto the back of
Grandfather's chair, and as quick as lightning grabbed the apple off
Shis fork aindskipped out of the door with it. -Did Grandfather Bundy
S. laugh? you wonder. Well, he smiled a little and remarked, "It would
Spuzze a king of England, or any one else who did not see it go,tto tell
how that apple got out of the dumpling." Jeanie enjoyed the apple--
in sweet, seclusion, but it, cost her her liberty for at least a.month.

S,- ; AN insult from certain,sources is a coinpliment. When a donkey
'kicks at you he does so because he recognizes that you are unlike hii.
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HEN Benjamin West, the celebrated painter,-was a little boy,
: he showed a great fondness for drawing pictures, aid when
he was eight years old he learned from some roving Indians how to
prepare red and yellow paints. His mother gave him some indigo,
so that he had the three primary colors, red, yellow and blue. All-
that was lackingwas a paint-brush. He was told that the best paint-
brushes were made of 'camel's hair, but there were no camels in his
neighborhood. :There were plenty,of cats, however, and his mother's
favorite.puss had fine thick fur, and it struck- little Ben that. a cat
might do very well to make a brush from. So, taking his mother's
scissors,. he- secretly cut off a tuft of .long black hair from pussy's
back, and tying it to a stick, he managed to make a rude.sort of paint'
brush. But pussy's back looked so very patchy after this experi-
meni that it attracted the attention of the family, who thought the
.cat was suffering from skin disease. So Ben, like the good little fel-
Slow that he was, confessed what he had done, and his father, while -
gravely rebuking him, .could scarcely conceal his amusement and
admiration of his little son's ingenuity.


T :: Ti boy's fishing pole was fastened under the root of a tree on
the river bank, anid he was sitting 'i tihe sufn playing with a dog. -
. FishingF inquired a man passing along .the road. '"-Yep,"
answered the boyr as briefly. Nice ,og you've got there. What's
S ; his name ?" "Fish." Fish ? That's a queer name for a dog.
; What did you. call him that for?" "'Cause e won't bite." Then
the man proceeded on his way.
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VERY' papa and mamma are very apt to think that their own
Particular baby is the most wonderful in the world. A lady
who was rather near-sighted, while traveling in Japan, stopped to
examine what she thought to be a beautiful tight-fitting dress on a
groom, who, seated on a mat, was playing with his little boy. The
man, thinking that the lady was admiring his child, turned the little
fellow round for her to see how finely his bullet head was decorated
with three funny little tufts of hair. It was some time before the
lady could be convinced that it was the man's skin, into which pic.
Stores had been tattooed, and not a dress she had been looking at.


S"SAY 'papa,' daHing," the mother cooed;
It opened its.big eyes blue,
SWith wondering look the visitor viewed,
S:And crowed and said" Goo-goo."
"S ay ma'r mma,' darling," the mother said;
Say' mamma,' sweet one, do."
; t tugged at the hair of its curly head,
And laughed and said Goo-goo."
S Now say 'good-by,'" and the mother smiled
With a joy that was pleasant to view;
S"Now say'good-bye;'" and the winsome child ,
SRes : iSonded: and said "Goo -
T. : hen the mother embrace& the little dear
S And kissed it again and: again,
As she gurglingly'said, Did you ever hear
A baby that talked so plain ?"

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". :If a thing like that

)Would presume to harm

A respectable cat? '

It'sthe queerest thing

That ever I saw;

I'll hit it a slap

With my strong fore-paw.

No! no! On the whole .

I had better n9t;

But what prickles for fur. ,

The creature has got! .

I'll play with the animaril,

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: Any harm to me.

: No, I guess I had bettqer-

: ,"i. Get outfof itsway,, .

Arid I surely am safer

S"For I'll get intotrouble.

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SGENTLEMAN in New York once owned a pet monkey
,that'was very fond of a jples, and the gentleman's, little boy,
S Willie, was very fond of feeding them to him. One day,
after Willie had given-the monkey her- morning allowance' of .apples:
and was amusing himself by'bouncing a new leather-covered ball which
Ships father had recently bought for him, the monkey suddenly grabbed
up the ball and commenced tearing and ripping off the cover With her
teeth. Willie -was afraid to make any attempt at getting the ball
away from the monkey; and so stood at a safe distance and watched
the monkey pick his ball to pieces.
Willie' thought at first that it was only, monkey curiosity' that
prompted the act, for as the -monkey pulled out each bit ,of stuffing
she -ould hold it up and examine if carefully, as though she were
string to. learn how the ball was made., But .he was soon convinced
that it was simply greediness on the part of the monkey, for -as soon
as she seemed to become satisfied that the ball contained nothing
g';good to eat she threw it away with evident disgust.
S The monkey's greediness served her a sorry- turn, for Willie was
so offended at her conduct that it was several days before he would
consefit to feed'her aiy more apples.

' A MAN living.near Tifton; Ga., has a. poiiter. dog and a large
brown cat. They go out hunting together. :The '.dog points the
birds and attracts their attention, while the cat, with a flank move-
ment in the rear, ever fails to'secure a bird., They river banquet
S until they have secured foibS birds, when each of them dines on two
birds apiece.

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'Wf ELL, well! and do little Chinese children go to school ?"
asked little Madge Ludlow of her mamma, as she looked
at our funny picture of a Chinese Schoolmaster."
"Why, certainly, Madge," replied her mamma; "how else could
they become intelligent men and women ? Look at that picture,
Madge, and see what good attention the children appear to be paying
to what instruction the master is giving them ? Madge looked at the
picture carefully, laughed a little at the big goggles, long nails and
funny "pigtail" of the schoolmaster, then said:
"The Chinese are called only half civilized, but I think it very
Christian-like in them to care for the education of their children.'"
Mamma smiled her approval of this just remark_ of her little
daughter and then kissed her good-night, for it was about Madge's

WORTHLESS, wicked boys I've seen
Doing nothing;
And they grew up worthless men,
Doing nothing;
,Life to them a failure proved,
SAs they spent it all unloved,
Doing nothing.

THERE was a frog hopped out of a spring,
He had such a cold he could not sing;
He tied his tail to a hickory stump,
And "Trared and pitched," but couldn't make a jump.
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SThe song it was long,
Their voices were strong --
I think they are singing it yet.


THERE once was a time, little maiden,
When my heart was so full of pride,
A fond old cat in the sun I sat
With six little kits at my side.
Miou miou! little maiden,
Miou! for the cold, cold sea!
They heeded me not, but drowned the lot
And only left one for me.

'But a time will come, little maiden,
S". .. When the rats have eaten the corn,
And many a mouse in my .master's house
Is squeaking from night to morn.
-. 'When.the bacon is steadily shrinking,
And the cheese will not last for a day,
W Then.he'll think of me, and the cold, cold sea,
And my little ones gone away.

Then I and my kit, little maiden,
.Will go in the moonlight dim,
: -- And sit on his chest, .and disturb his rest,
'* And placidly grin at him.
The rats imay gnaw at his fingers,
Or nibble his nose in two,
But kitty and I will calmly-reply: -
SNever again for you."
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(|WO little kittens, one stormy night,
Began to quarrel, and then to fight;
One had a mouse, the other had none,
And that was the way the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat.
"You'll have that mouse ? -we'll see about that."
"I will have that mouse," said the elder son.
"You sha'n't have that mouse," said the little one.

I told you before it was a stormy night
When these two little kittens began to fight;
The old woman seized her.sweeping-broom
And swept the two kittens right out of the room.

The ground was covered with frost and snow,
And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;
So they laid them down on the mat at the door,
While the old woman finished sweeping the-floor.

Then they both crept in, as quiet as mice,
All wet with snow and cold as ice;
For they found it was better, that stormy night,
To lie down and sleep, than to quarrel and fight.


S Will you have a drink of milk'
Dearest little pussy cat ?
Though your coat is soft as silk,
You are not so very fat.
Will you have a drink of milk,
Dearest little pussy cat?

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S UST 'look at that monkey's eyes, will you ? How they are
staring at the little picture. of monkeys iinthe bo6k of Natu-
: ral History vhich the little gi l is showing her
S The little girl's name is Lillie, and the monkey's. name is Lena.
A little, while .before Lillie had lifted, Lena up to. the'mirror on her -
S mamma's dressing-case, and Lena saw and :recognized her image in
" the glass, and, thinking it was another monkey, triedto hug and kiss
it. So Lillie thought she would show-' Lena the pictures of some
Monkeys in her, Natural. History and see if she would know, what
they were meant for,. You can see for yourself how the monkey
acted. ';
If it be always true that actions speak louder than words, the
monkey, must have recognized the pictures, for see how intently
she's observing them.
If it were a little girl looking at the pictures in such an interested
manner we would say at once, "Of course, she sees and knows them
to be pictures. Butsappearances are sometimes very deceiving, espe-
cially with monkeys, and it is probable that Lena has sometimes seen
a little boy or girl looking at the pictures, and' is now only imitating
' what she saw the children do when the book was spread out before
-* them. Monkeys are great mimics or imitators, and it.is likely. that
S -Lena has seen a small child spread its hands out on the book anri
S. look intently at the pictures, just as she is doing now.
But who can tell? .Lillie, at -least, believes that Lena knows a
Sthiig or two more than ordinary monkeys, and that if she' only had
the right kind of a teacher, one wh^ tould talk mornkey-talk, she
S might in time learn to read.

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Frank Buckland, a noted naturalist, desiring to
witness the effect of the poisonous bite of a'cobra,
dropped a rat into the cage where.the snake lay
coiled up, apparently asleep. The rat got into a
corner and began washing himself, keeping one
eye on the snake. .Presently the rat attempted to
run past the cobra, when the snake made a -dart
at him and bit him, but seemingly'not seriously
wounding him. The bite, however, aroused the
anger and courage of the rat, and he sprang right
on to the neck of 'the cobra and gave him two or
three bites in the neck ; the snake keeping his body
erect all the time, and'trying to turn his head around
to bite 'the rat, who, was clinging on with all his
might. Presently the snake lowered his head, and
the rat, falling off, tried to run away ; but the snake,
collecting all his force, brought down his poisonous
fangs with tremendous power right on the body of
the rat. The poor rat seemed to know that the
fight was over and he was conquered, for he retired
to a corner of the cage and began .panting violently.
His eyes were widely dilated, and his mouth open
as if gasping for breath. The cobra stood erect
over him, hissing and putting out his tongue as if
conscious of victory. In about three minutes
the rat fell quietly on his side and expired. The
cobra then moved off and took no further notice
of his dead enemy.

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There is a terrible method of destroying ele-
phants.-in Central Africa. During the dry season,
when the withered herbage, from ten-to fourteen.
S feet in height, is most inflammable, a large herd of.
elephants may be found in the middle of such high.
Grass by some native hunter. He immediately-
gives notice, and the whole population of the neigh- :
borhood is assenibled for the hunt.:.,' This. is
arranged by forming a circle of perhaps two miles
diameter, and then setting fire to the grass at,
different" points, so as. to make a ring of flames
round the centre. An elephant is naturally afraid
of fire. As the circleof fire contracts round the
:encircled elephants, they at first attempt to retreat,
until, they become assured of their hopeless position.
They become desperate and panic-stricken by the
,wild shouts of the thousands who have surrounded
them.. At lenght, half suffocated :by thedense
:smoke, and terrified by the close approach of the'
roaring flames, the unfortunate animals ,charge
recklessly through the fire, burnt and blinded, to
be ruthlessly speared by the crowc-who are awaiting
this last stampede. :Sometimes a hundred or more
elephants are destroyed in this way. The flesh of
.the animal is then cut into long strips, dried and
Smoked on fa'mes of green wood, and the meat is
divided- among *-the villagers which have contrib-- ,
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certain number belonging by right to the various
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BE glad, little children,
Be glad when you may;
Life has but one spring-time,
One season for play,-
One fair rosy morning
Before the fair day.

Be glad, little children;
Come gather the flowers.
The fairest and sweetest
That bloom in the bowers,
To wreathe the swift moments,
And garland the hours.

Be glad, little children;
The best time is now.
No shadow should linger
On childhood's pure brow,
Be happy, dear children,
Shall I tell you how ?

Be good, and your hearts
Will be merry and gay;
A sweet, peaceful conscience
Will brighten each day;
Be good, and God's favor
Will bless you always.

Be good,, little children;
How pleasant to know
That God smiles upon you,
Wherever you go !
That nothing can harm you
While He loves you so !

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One fourth of July morning Tommy Stebbins was invited by his
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Harry lived near a large park, and he told his cousin Tommy that
.there were "lots" of boys there to play with, and they would have a
high time on the 4th. When Tommy arrived at the park he found
that the high time Harry spoke of consisted in walking on stilts.
You may guess from the picture that "the boys" who really enjoyed
the high time did not include Tommy, who was unused to the sport
and had to lean up against the park wall to- save himself from a fall.
A few extra packs of firecrackers, however, made matters all right in
the evening,


, We put him to bed in his little nightgown,
The worst battered youngster there was in the town;
Yet he said, as he opened the only well-eye :
S'Rah, 'rah, for the jolly old Fourth of July "
Two thumbs and eight fingers with lint were tied up, *
On his head was a lump like an upsidedown cup,
And -his smile was distorted, his nose all awry,
From the joys. of the glorious Fourth of July.
S We were glad ; he had started abroad'with the sun,
An-" d all day he had lived in the powder and fun;
,Whilethe boom of the cannon roared up to the sky,
To salute young America's Fourth of July.
I said we were glad all the pieces were there,
As we plastered and bound them with the tenderest care, .
But out of the wreck came the words with a sigh :
If to-morrow was only the Fourth of July!"
He will grow all together again, never fear,
And be ready to celebrate freedom next year;
Meanwhile all hisfrieds are most thankful there lies
A crackerless twelvemonth twixtt Fourth of Julys.
We kissed him good-night'on his powder-specked face,
We laid his bruised-hands softly down in their place,
And he murmured, as sleep closed his one open eye:
I wish every day was the Fourthof July'

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bling the crow, but smaller. It is black, with purple
and violet reflections. An English writer gives
the following account of how the rooks come to
breakfast :
The rooks come to breakfast in a neighboring
garden every morning. It is served to them be-
tween half-past eight and nine o'clock, according
to the convenience of the man-servant who waits
upon them. This is not quite satisfactory to the
rooks, for they, like all animals, are punctual and
exact in their habits, and like to have things regular.
They know the hour without clocks or watches, for
they go by the great timekeeper, the sun. So
When the hour arrives at which the food ought to
be strewed, the rooks assemble from all quarters.
They come flying from over the parks, from beyond
the furthest housetops, in fact from all directions.
SOn they come in a dark flight of black wings,
seeming to chase one another through the air,
turning, wheeling, and crying "Caw! Caw !" Some
are quite near, and they swoop down at once upon
the longed-for food'; others fly hurriedly forward,
whilst others appear as dim specks against the sky,
but they come nearer and nearer every instant, till
they too drop straight upon that grass-plot, where
the breakfast has been so plentifully spread that
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Good-natured as he was, our darling pug
Could not behold his kingdom of the "rug"
Invaded by a mewing cat'(a kind,
Of animal whose friendship: he declined),
Without a sense of injury and wrong-
Indeed this feeling gre*.so very strong
That when the cat, with feline skill and tact,
Usurped the whole rug, he resolved to act
As patriots always do, defend his heart and home,
And drive the- roud usurper forth at once to roam!
That.now she must be shaken, it is clear;
Suppose I take her by thd tail, or ear;
I wonder,- would she scratch ? Ah! well you, know
Those sea-green eyes of hers change color so;
I scarcely like to venture, yet I must,
Or all my dignity is in the dust!
So 'now, here goes! Pug caught her by the ear,
But soon his yells resounded far and near,
For Puss, she cuffed him right and then she cuffed him left, -
Till Pug of every sense he: had was quite bereft.
When Pug revived, here's what he saw-the cat,
Upon the center of his rug she sat,
Licking ier paws and softly purring too,
As though 'no evil deed she'd ever do.
Just at-this.moment, through the open door
A-strange dog entered,'rushed across the floor,
Seized on poor puss, and would have killed her quite,
Had not Pug risen in his wrath and might.
You leave my cat alone!" said he ; then came a row
Which pretty pussie viewed with calm,, approving brow.
But Pug was victor, and from that glad day
All animosity was chased away;
Pug could not rest in peace unless he saw
His furry friend upon the rug; her paw,
Laid softly on'his fat. old back, while she
SPurred her approval of his company.-.
S, And if at times she'd pounce upbn his back,
He only said indulgently," Good-lack!
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SOn shoulders young as hers, so I have heard it said."

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It happened one morning that Little Bo-Peep,
While watching her frolicsome, mischievous sheep
Out in the meadow, fell fast asleep.

By her wind-blown tresses and rose-leaf pout,
And her dimpling smile, you'd have guessed, no doubt;
'Twas love, love, love she was dreaming about.

As she lay there asleep came Little Boy Blue,
Right over the stile where the daisies grew;
Entranced by- the picture he stopped in the dew.

So wildly bewitching, that beautiful morn,
Was Little Bo-Peep that he dropped his horn
And thought no more of the cows in the corn.

Our sorrows are many, our pleasures are few;
O moment propitious! What could a boy do?
He kissed the wee lassie, that Little Boy Blue!

At the smack the woollies stood all in a row,
And whispered each other, "We're clearly De troA~
Such conduct is perfectly shocking--Iet's go!"


Little Bo-Peep awoke from her sleep;
Her eyes opened wide and wider;
For she found herself seated on the grass,
With an old sheep standing beside her.

Little Bo-Peep," said the good old sheep,
"How glad I am we've found-you!
Here we are, rams and sheep and lambs,
All flocking up around you."

"You blessed sheep," said Little Bo-Peep,
I've been worried todeath about you."
"We've been searching for you," said thegood old sheep;
We wouldn't go home without you."

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in Europe. Its cheeks, neck and breast are red'.
In Germany it is taught to pipe or whistle pretty
tunes, and ib then.called a piping bullfinch. Some-.
times a bullfinch can only learn one tune, but some
learn two or three. When they can pipe their
tunes quite well they. are sold, and people often
give a good deal pf money for them..
A gentleman once had a piping bullfinch that
would sing for no. one else but him. It seemed
not to like anyone else ; above all, it could not bear
women, and would fly into a great rage if a woman
went near its cage. Sometimes the" ladies of the
house would put on a hat and go up to him, and
for a'few minutes Bullie was imposed upon, but
when he found out the trick he flewinto greater
rage than ever.
Bullie used to hop about after his master from
one room' to the other, and would hop up his legs
and body till he sat on his shoulder, and then peck
and pull at his whiskers and sing to him.
-But poor little Bullie did-not live very long, and
it is probable that too much kindness from his
master killed him. One day he was found dead
at the bottom of his -cage, to the great grief of his
owner, and I am sure also of- the ladies to whom
he had been so rude

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In India the commonest and most amusing pets
are monkeys.; .An English gentleman living in
that country kept one of these comical little pets for
five years. Jocko-always slept outside his master's
bed during the hot weather, but as the winter
months set in he always managed to creep under
the clothes, and would nestle close up to his'
master's neck. At daybreak he would sit on his
master's pillow and rummage his hair until he
opened the mosquito curtains and let him out.
Jocko's master once played him an amusing trick
without intending it. During one terribly hot
season he had his head .shaved; and wore a wig.
Well, that night he went to bed with the fal-se hair
Son,. and was awakened at daylight by a series of
shrieks. The shrieks came from Jocko who, in his
endeavor to rummage his master's hair as usual,
had pulled off his wig, -and was face to face with
the clean-shaven head, while his fingers were
entangled in the false hair. What the monkey
thought of the affair is not known, but nothing after
that would induce him to touch .or go near the
borrowed locks, the sight of which would send him
flying from the.house; and, even when his master's
Shair began to grow, he would, before beginning to
pull it about, give some pretty hard tugs, to see if
Sit. Was the genuine article.
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-*. and a pussy.. Polly belonged to the family df
"Climnbers," and could climb up anything on which
: she could get a hold with her hooked beak and
claws. She was an early riser, and as soon as any-
one was down stairs in tthe' morning, she clamored
to be let out of her cage,, and then she climbed up:
the stairs, drawing herself up by her hooked nose,
until'she reached her mistress's bedroom, the door.
of. which was left open for her. .Entering, she-
clawed her way up the bed coverlet till she-reached
the pillow, where she sat calling "Polly Polly!"
and gently pulling the lady's hair, or rubbing her
beak against her nose till she' waked her. She
waited-until her mistress was dressed, then, perched
on her finger, was carried down to breakfast.
Pussy and polly were not very intimate friends.
The'fact is; Pussy kept: pretty shy of Polly;, she
seemed to be afraid that something might happen
S to the parrot, and- if she were near by at the time,
her" mistress, knowing her liking for bird's flesh,
might blame her with the mischief.- Sometimes
when Pussy had gone to sleep on the kitchen table,
.out of the parrot's reach;, as she thought, Polly would,
hook herself up on a, chair, and thence on -to the
table, and. begin pulling her fur, or prodding he'r
with her beak; of course this wakened the cat, who
instantly jumped down from the table, like a guilty
thing, and hid herself, the parrot calling after her,
"Pussy! `pussy !"


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Little David Loomis, only eight years old, was
permitted by his father, Captain Loomis, to accom-
pany him on a whaling expedition. While out at
sea the body of a dead whale was discovered at
some distance from the boat, floating in the water.
Several of the crew manned one of the smaller
boats and rowed away over the glassy sea to secure
the carcase. David was allowed to go with them.
Before the boat reached the floating whale, how-
ever, a fearful squall suddenly arose; the wind
screamed and whistled round their little boat; the
waves, lashed to sudden fury, hissed and foamed,
breaking over them like a deluge, whilst a terrible
peel of thunder broke right overhead. David was
scared almost out of his senses. He had never
before seen such a storm. But he sat still, as one
of the crew had told him to do, looking .out, oh!
how eagerly, for some signs of his father's vessel.
.Nothing was to be seen, however, but a wild waste
of heaving, tumbling billows, over which the boat
seemed :actually to fly. Suddenly the clouds lifted,
the wind ceased, and all was as calm as before the
storm. Nothing was to be seen of the dead whale,
and the. crew was content to let it float where it
would, while they rowed in search of their vessel.
Ere long they were safe and sound on board with
Captain Loomis. David could not help repeating
from a poem he had recited at school, the words:
"Isn't God upon the ocean, just the same as on the
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Lion taming is a very ancient industry. Mark
Antony is reported to have driven about Rome in
a chariot drawn by a pair of lions. Other great
personages had lions which licked their cheeks and
made themselves socially agreeable.
The most famous lion tamer now living is said
to be John Cooper, an Englishman. .He isnow
fifty years old, and in the active exercise of his
profession. He is a strongly-built,, good-looking
man of quiet manners. At the age often, after a
wide and thorough experience. in the taming of
mice, rats, and rabbits, he obtained employment in
a circus. When he was twelve years old he went
into the cage of a most turbulent lion, who had got
free of his collar and was about to break down the
cage, and calmly put the collar on again and
chained him up securely. His employer, a miser-
able man of the name of Batty, spanked him for
this, but shortly afterward advertised him as the
boy lion' tamer, the wonder of the world. After
working in several menageries he acquired one of.
his own. He had a great career as a tamer on the
European continent.
In training, Cooper's object is to make the ani-
mals fear him, and to treat them kindly, because.
familiarity teaches contempt of the punishment
which man'is able to inflict on a ton of muscle, bone'
and sinew. It is said that he can tell the temper
of an animal by a glance at its face.


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Many years ago, a captain of a merchant vessel
trading between Liverpool and various African
ports brought home with him in his ship a negro
lad of eleven years. This boy was of good birth
in his own country, and had been given to. the
captain's care by his father, a very intelligent
native, who greatly desired an English education
for his son.
But all the boy's desire seemed to be towards a
sea-faring life, and at last he was allowed to follow
out his inclinations. But before joining his ship
he was questioned closely as to his African home
and friends, and asked if he would not like to
return to them. But this he declined, saying that
when he was a full-grown man, and a good seaman,
he would then go back to his African home and
teach his countrymen all that he had learned
himself while in England. The boy acquitted
Himself well on board the ship, was frank and
simple in manner, and strictly attentive to duty.
When, in the course of years, he did make his
, appearance among those relatives who had for a
long time believed him dead, we can easily imagine
what a power for good he must have been, tor his
good conduct was not simply the result of a fine
natural disposition, but, to a greater extent, was
due to his firm faith in God. What his after fate
in Africa was has never been learned.

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Noah's ark floated on the waters for more than
five months, and then rested amongst the mountains
of Ararat. But the tops of the mountains were
still covered by water, and after waiting there forty,
days Noah opened the window'and sent out a
raven, which went forth to and fro until the waters
were dried up. He also sent out a dove, but
finding no place to rest it soon returned to the ark,
and Noah put out his hand and took the poor bird
After waiting a week he sent the dove out again,
and in the evening it came back, with an olive leaf
in its mouth. So Noah knew that the waters were
After waiting another week he sent forth the
dove again for tidings ; but it did not return to the
ark, by which Noah knew that the waters were
nearly dried up.
He waited another week, and when he looked
out he saw that the ground was dry. Then God
told him to go out of the ark, taking with him all
that were in it; and when all were safely out, the
first thing Noah did was to build an altar to the-
Then God made a covenant with Noah,' and
gave his promise that he would never again destroy
the earth by a flood.
And as a reminder of this promise he set his
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The winter has passed with its
frowns away,
And the beautiful spring is coming,
The children are out in the field at


And the bees round the flowerets
It seems as if spring, with her balmy
Hath wakened all things from their
sleep of death.



I'm coming along. with a bounding i
To finish the work tfat spring
I've left them all with a brighter face-
The flowers in the vales through
which I've run--

I've hung festoons fromlaburnum trees
And clothed the lilac, the birch,
and broom;
I've wakened- the sound of humming
And decked all nature in brighter


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'The leaves are falling from the trees,
The flowers are fading all,
More chill and boisterous is the breeze,
More hoarse the waterfall:

The sky o'ermantled now with clouds
Looks gray,-and waned, and pale:
The-mist fog, spreads its hoary shrouds
O'er mountain, grove and vale

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Flowerets bloom no more,
Wintry winds are sweeping;

Through the snow drifts peeping
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ABY yells, baby cries,
Sticks his finger in his eyes,
Hits his hand against the chair,
Kicks his feet, and tears his hair.
Overturns, his china cup,
Dares the world to pick it up.

Now is baby very mad,
Nurse is sick, and mamma sad,
-Only pussy-cat is glad,
Who, upon the floor so quiet,
Never minding baby's riot,
Drinks up all the milk that falls,
While our naughty baby squalls.

Baby's got in such a stew,
What shall nurse or mamma do?
Take him down and let him yell?
Pick him up and spank him well?
No, there's something better yet,
That may teach him not to fret:
Bring the mirror from its place,
Then let baby see his face.



.EE that joyous finch perched on the apple tree,
'all alive with buds and blossoms, spreading its
sweet odors far and wide. How happy he. ixs
with his breakfast in his bill: nor is he alone ; one of
his conpaanioqns is drinking honey-dew from tb & flow-
er-cup just below. You can almost hear the flies
buzz and bees hum. The gay butterflies, like flying
flowers, dance about in wild joy to the tune of the
happy, happy Springtime. All day long the music is
swelling in the fair-blossomed tree 0 sweet time!
0 fresh 'time 0 May time! Mado for bird life for
child life, for love life.
The wind whispers a promise that when the bees
are all gone, when the bird-s fly away, the tree shall
be laden with rosy-cheeked apples, for the full blos-
soms he has shaken.

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HE children are having a singing lesson this
afternoon, which is always a treat to them.
The teacher is counting the time aloud, to
keep them all together. Some of them are
beginning to sing very well. At first it
was dull and tedious learning about bars
and intervals, and rests, and remembering the differ-
ence between crotchets and quavers. But the teacher
persevered with them, and now they can read the
music quite easily. They are going to have a concert
some evening soon, and are just now practising the'
music. Some are having new dresses made for the
occasion, and when they are all dressed in white, it
willbe a very pretty sight. Their parents and friends
will be there to enjoy the music, and see how cleverly
the little folks sing; and when it is, all over, home
they will go, pleased with themselves and everybody.
There is no prettier sight .than that of a number
of children, met on the occasion of a concert at the
termination of the singing classes, when all are ranged
in rows with their happy faces beaming with pleasure.

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SWolf-dogs are mentioned in the Irish annals at
the earliest period of history. The hero Finn Mac
Coul had a famous hound called Bran; and Cu-
culain, a warrior who lived at the beginning of the
Christian-era, got his name from having killed one
of these animals during his boyhood. He was the
nephew of the king of Ireland, and was brought
up in a military school that was attached to the
palace, where boys of good family were trained in
athletic sports, and taught to fight with little wooden
shields and small spears, and after .a certain time
were made knights. Cu-culain was much younger
than his companions, but he was tall and strong
for his age, and easily overcame them in their
games. He afterwards became a great hero, and
his valiant deeds were celebrated by the Irish bards,
some of whose poems exist to the present day.
When there was no longer wolves in Ireland to
hunt, the breed of wolf-dogs was still kept up by
the Irish nobility and gentry, on account of their
majestic and imposing appearance; for they were
useless for ordinary sport, and would follow neither
deer nor fox. But their number grew less and
less, till at the beginning of the present century
there were very few left of the genuine breed, and
they mny now be said to be extinct.


Eddie Winslow was six years old and his brother
Charlie. was nine. They both attended a school
near their home in the little country town of B -.
The brothers were usually very kind to one another,
but sometimes.little Eddie would get in his brother's
,way while going to' school, and if the boys were
'hurrying in order, not to be "tardy," Charlie would-
speak crossly to Eddie, and roughly push him
aside. One morning when they were later than
usual both little boys ran nearly all the way to
school. Eddie got the start and arrived at the
school steps just ahead of lis brother. But Charlie
was determined to get into school first, so hurrying
up with all his might he reached Eddie just as he
was entering the door, and pulled him back. Ed-
die fell down the flight of steps and was so badly
hurt'that- he had to be carried home. For a whole
week the little fellow was compelled to keep to his
bed, and I need not tell you that his brother was
very unhappy during that time. Charlie felt so
bad for what he had done to his little brother that
he willingly would have done anything in his power
to make up for his unbrotherly act. He never for-
got the lesson which the sad result of his conduct
taught him, and he and Eddie were the best'of
friends ever afterwards.



A little gipsy boy am I,
Contented with my lot,
I never grudge, or grieve, or sigh
To be what I am not.
I never was within a town,
Nor do I wish to be:
I'd rather ramble up and down
The forest fresh and free.
I'd rather hear the tuneful lark,
Who soars on buoyant wing,
And flies beyond the vapors dark
Ere she begins to sing,
Than wander through the gaping crowd,
Upon the dusty street,
And hear the laughter rude and loud
Of all the folks I meet.
But, gipsy though I am, my hands
Can weave the pliant straw,
And prettier baskets I can make
Than town-boys ever saw.
I gather nuts, and berries too,
From off the woodland-tree,
And could you see me then, I know
That you would envy me.

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Gravity, gravity, gravity,
So clever Sir Isaac found,
Brings the rosy-cheeked apple
Down with a flop on the ground;
For if there were no gravity
The pippin would never drop out of the tree;
And if we jumped up into the air,
We should be ever more floating there-
A.funny thing that would be !

Gravity, gravity, gravity,
And nothing else at all,
Brought famous Humpty Dumpty
Down with a bump from the wall;
SHe might have sat on it till now,
Quizzing us al, and making a row,
Poking his fun, not caring a rap ;
But gravity said, "Come down, old chap,"
And down he came no-how !

Humpty Dumpty the Second I spied
Stand on a treacherous stair,
When the children were making Christmastidl
What it ought to be, pleasant and fair;
With holly, and ivy, and box, and yew,
And a gaily blazoned text or two;
That Eve how busy the young folkl were,
And busy old Gravity, too, was there,
His mischievous pranks to do!

Poor Jack aspired, as Jacks aspire,
The foremost man to be;
"I'll stick my holly a wee bit higher
Than any one else, you'll see."
So up he climbed as high as the door,
And down he came with a terrible roar;
And Lily, and Gussy, and Addy, and I,
Didn't know whether to laugh or cry,
As he measured his length on the floor.

Gravity, gravity, gravity,
We've shown up your tricks, in verse;
Jack felt your mischief, sore and'stiff,
But 6h that you never did worse !
Never did more than cause a spill,
Or make the ripe apple fall down at your will;
Never did ought to make men weep,
At the foot of the high crag, stern and steep,
Where a mangled form lies still.


Little Clarence Gray set two traps in his father's
meadow to catch any foolish little birds that might
be enticed into them. .Before any bird had been
caught, however, Clarence was taken sick and
confined to his bed for several days. One'day,
while his brother Charlie was sitting by his bed
reading to him, his little sister Elzan came running
into the room, her face beaming with pleasant
excitement, and cried out, "Oh! Clarence, there's
a bird in your trap." Charlie hastened out to see,
and sure enough the trap was sprung, and impris-
oned therein was a badly frightened little lark.
Charlie ran back to the house and told Clarence
that Elzan was right, and wished to know if he
should bring the little captive in'for him to see.
"No," said Clarence, "Mamma says I will be well
enough to go out doors to-morrwr, and then I will
have the pleasure of taking the little bird out of his
prison myself."
But when the time arrived, Clarence surprised
his brother and sister by saying "Come, let us go
out and set the little captive free." They followed
him out to the trap, and when he lifted the lid,
they seemed as much pleased as he to see the little
liberated lark wing his way towards the sky. Clar-
ence felt so grateful at being free himself once more
that he wanted the poor little imprisoned lark to
participate in his happiness


Where is the liquor which God, the eternal, brews
for all His children? Not in the simmering still,
over smoky fires choked with poisonous .gases, and
surrounded, with the stench of sickening odors and
rank corruptions, doth your Father in heaven pre-
pare the precious essence of life-the pure cold water.
But in the-green glade and grassy dell, where the
red deer wanders, and the child loves to play, there
God brews it. And down, low down in the deep-
est valleys, where the fountains murmur and the
rills sing: 'and high upon'the tall mountain tops,
where the naked granite glitters like gold in the sun;
where the storm-cloud broods,and the thunder storms
crash: and awxay far out on the wide, wild sea
where'the hurricane howls music, and the big waves
roar, the chorus sweeping the march of God: there.
He brews it-that beverage of life and health-giving
water. And everywhere it is a thing of beauty.;
gleaming in the dew-drop, singing in the summer
rain, 'shining in the ice-gem till the leaves all
seemed turned to living jewels, spreading a golden
veil over the setting sun, or a white gauze around
the midnight moon.
Still always it is beautiful, that life-giving water;
no poison bubbles on its brink; its foam brings not
madness and murder: no blood. stains its liquid
glass; pale widows and starving orphans weep no
burning tears in its depths; no drunken, shrieking
ghost from the grave curses it in the.words of eternal
despair. Speak, my friends, would you exchange it
for demon's drink, alcohol? JOHN B. GOUGI.


The famous Spanish painter, Murillo, had a
little mulatto boy named Sebastian, the son of
Gomez, a negro slave. The little fellow was
employed in the work-room in which the pupils of
the master carried on their studies, and had to
grind the colors, clean the palettes, and wait on
the youths, who often treated him with ridicule;
but something occurred in the studio, which soon
engrossed all their attention.
One morning one of the students found part of
his work completed which he had left unfinished
the previous day; and the amazement of the young
men increased when day after day they found
additions, and sometimes corrections, made on their
canvases. They accused each other of tampering
with their work in their absence, but this was stren-
uously denied, and matters reached a climax when
one of them, who had commenced a picture of the
Descent from the Cross, on going to his work in the
morning, found the head of the Madonna painted
in! How it got there they could not imagine, as it
was better than they could have painted it; so they
told the master of the mysterious circumstance,
and showed himnthe head. He was surprised at its
excellence, 'and thinking Sebastian must know
about it, as he slept in the room every night, he
told the boy that unless he found out the unknown
artist by the following morning, he should be
severely whipped.
The poor little mulatto was in an agony of terror,


for he himself was the mysterious painter. Hav-
ing a natural genius and intense love for art,
he had all this time been secretly studying and
practising painting on the canvases of the students
before they came in the morning, and listening
earnestly to the master whilst he was giving them
instruction; and being but a slave, and in dread of
the scourge, he thought that if he confessed it were
he, it would only subject him to still worse punish-
ment for his presumption; so he resolved to expunge
the Madonna's head, and never paint any more.
But when he rose early in the morning to carry
out his intention, and looked at the beautiful face,
he had not the heart to rub it out, but set to work
to finish it instead. And so absorbed was he as the
time went by, that it was only on hearing a rustle
behind him that he turned his head and beheld
the students, with the master himself, looking on
in admiration.
"The poor little slave fell on his knees, imploring
pardon; but Murillo, kindly raising him up, asked
him what reward he should give him for his skill
and industry. Sebastian only asked for his father's
freedom, which Murillo at once granted, and giv-
ing him his own liberty also, received him amongst
his pupils. He soon distinguished himself, and
became a celebrated painter; but he was better
known as Murillo's mulatto than by his proper name
of Sebastian Gomez. He died in 1690, having
survived his master but a few years. His princi-
pal works may still be seen in Seville.


Baby, it seems so strange to think
That tiny toddlers, such as you,
Will grow like father, tall and
And full of wisdom too.

Sweet little pet! I mean to try
With cords of love to hold your heart,
And-when we're grown up, you and I,
We'll never, never part!

Have you e'er seen my speckled hen,
That stole into a keg.
And after, cackled long and loud,
Because she laid an egg ?
This dear old cackling, speckled hew,
Was quiet in her way,
And wisely cackled only when
She laid an egg each day.
But soon she fluttered in and out.
Her feathers all awry;
I wondered what 'twas all about;-
And thought she sure would die.
Now she would cluck and strut as fine
As any king or queen,
When she came.off her nest to dine,
Or getting drink was seen.
But silently she kept her house,
And lay upon her bed,
As quiet as a churchyard mouse,
And never raised her head.
And when three weeks had rolled around,
A chirping sound I heard,
And, looking in the old keg, there
I saw a yellow bird !
It's little eyes were black and bright,
It cuddled in the nest;
And on its head were spots of brown,-
In softest down 'twas dressed,
Chirp !'chirp I searched arid saw some more,
The old&hen looked knowing ;
I counted them, one two three four !
The cockerel was crowing !
The hen flew out with cluck and clack,
Her ten chicks followed slow;
The chicks were bright, the hen was proud
As any hen I know.

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Willie Glenn was five years old, and. his,sister
May was nine. Some persons who had seen
Willie only when he' was on his good behavior
nicknamed him Willie Good, for he seemed to them
to be goodness itself, he was so pleasant and gen-
tle.- But others, who saw him at home; sometimes
when he was in a tantrum, said he ought to be
called Willie Naughty. Naturally Willie was good
tempered, but he had been teased so much by his
older brothers that he grew to be very "touchy,"
and would hardly ever allow his brothers or -his
sister to say anything to 'him, without giving them
some naughty, unkind reply. Once when his sister
May picked up a little picture book of his, Willie
flew into a furious rage, grabbed the book away.
from her, and, threatened to throw it at her head.
One of his older brothers laughed at his haughty
conduct and encouraged him in it. But the other
brother seemed to feel how wrong such action was,
and- after looking grave for a moment he called
Willie aside and told him a secret. And what do
you think, it was? Why, that May had saved up
all the pennies she had received from papa for a
long, long time, and had'bought -a rocker-horse for
Willie, as a present for his next birthday. That
secret taught Willie something of how much his
sister loved him and.thought of his happiness. It
was a long time before Willie forgot that lesson, or
failed to prove to all around him that he deserved
to be called, not Willie. Naughty, but Willie Good.

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The mother of the little girls and boy you see in
the picture on the opposite page has gone to the
city to do some shopping. In order to keep her
little ones out of mischief while she is gone, she
told Effie, the oldest, that they might have a little
party out in the yard. Of course Effie knew what
that meant, not a real, "sure-enough" party, but a
"just-make-believe "one, you know. Having made-
a table by placing a board on two old kegs, Effie
covered it over with a cloth and began to make
cake. She had no flower,or sugar, or eggs, and
so had to use something else in place of them.
Little Alice gathered up several handfuls of sand,
which Effie said would, do for .bth sugar and
flour; and then Effie poured in some water, and
said it would do for eggs. Alice was old enough
to know that this was only play, but little Eddie
looked on the whole matter as downright earnest,
and when Effie, placed his share.of the cake'at his
place on the table the little fellow was actually,
going to eat it. This amused his sisters very much,
and when Eddie finally understood the matter
he enjoyed the fun as much as the others.

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As on the night before this blessed morn
S:troop of angels unto shepherds told,
Where, in a stable, He .was poorly born
Whom hor.the earth nor heav'n ofheav'ns can hold;,
Through Bethlem rung
The news of their return ; -.
Yea; angels sung -
: That God with us was born i.
And they made rirth because we should not mourn.
Hi-s love,: therefore, O-let us all confess,
And to the sons of me-t His work express
This favor Crist vouchsafed for our sak- -
.. To bbuy us thrones, He in a: manger lay;
Oufweakness took, that we His strength might take,
And was disrob'd that He might us'array.
SOur'flesh He wore,
Out sins to wear away ;
Our curse He bore .
That we escape it may, '
And wept for us, that we might sing for aye.
His love, therefore, O let us all confess,
- 'And'to the sons of men His work express.


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S "Yea, angels sung: That God with us was born."

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The two little girls you see 'in the picture have
been playing all day long in the city park, arid as
the'day has been quite- warm and dusty, it is no
.great wonder that they and .their dumb companions
are thirsty. The little girls have already taken a
drink and now the younger. one is holding up her
little favorite, Fido, so'that. her sister can give him
a drink from the cup. As you will notice, the cup
is fastened to a chain which is not long, enough to
admit of Fido's drinking. without someone lifting
.him up. Old Rover, however, is tall enough to
drink from the cup without being lifted,*and he is
patiently waiting for Fido to get thriogh drinking
so that:he can quench his' thirst also. .:It is quite
slow work for Fido 'to get enough to: satisfy his-
thirst for he has to. lap the water a little at a time
with his tongue. The little .girl looks as though
she were getting pretty tired holding him: in her
arms, and her sister is smiling to see how serious a.
matter she makes of it. Rover waits very patiently
for his turn to come, and does not appear to be at
all offended because he was made to wait.

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Not long ago little Nellie had a present of a
black lamb. Nellie was crying when the lamb
came. Her mamma had gone to ride, and had
taken one child with her; she could take but one
at a time. So Nellie and the others whose turn
it was to stay at home stood on the terrace with
tearful eyes, watching mamma out of sight.
Just then a man came into the yard with the
lamb. Nellie and the other children did not cry
any more, you may be sure. The black lamb was
a very little thing; it had a line of white about its
neck and feet, like a collar and cuffs.
The children, called it "a beauty," and a
darling,", and jumped up and down around it for
joy. Pretty soon the lamb did.so too, jumping up
and down on its little legs, stiffly but joyfully. It
grew very fond of Nellie, and would follow her
about all day. By and by lambie grew large, and
he took a fancy to dance a stately minuet on the
baby whenever it toddled out on the lawn. So
Nellie's mother had to send him off to her hus-
band's farm, some miles from town. Poor little
Nellie sadly missed her little playmate, and her
little heart was full of grief.


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