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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11374 ***
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+FUN AND FROLIC
+
+PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED.
+
+EDITED BY E. T. ROE
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S CHAIR.
+
+
+    Grandmother sits in her easy chair
+    Softly humming some old-time air;
+    And as she sings, her needles keep pace
+    With the smiles that flit o'er her wrinkled face;
+    While the fire-light flickers, and fades away,
+    And comes again like the breaking day.
+
+    From morning till evening she knits and sings,
+    While ever the pendulum tireless swings
+    The moments around, with its tick and stroke,
+    Nor hastes for the festal, nor lags for the yoke.
+    And grandmother never repines at her fate
+    Of being the last at the "Crystal Gate."
+
+    Husband, and daughters, and sons all there,
+    Wearing the "crown and the garments fair"
+    Singing the songs that will never tire,
+    And swelling the chorus of heaven's choir;
+    But patiently, hopefully, bides the time
+    That shall bring her at last to a fairer clime.
+
+    Grandmother's chair will be vacant soon,
+    For the rays of life slant far past noon;
+    But yonder in heaven she'll sing again,
+    Joining the evermore glad refrain,
+    Wearing the "crown" and the "garments fair,"
+    While we mournfully stand by her vacant chair.
+
+
+
+
+HOW GRANDMA SURPRISED ELSIE.
+
+
+Elsie Dean was four years old when she was invited to her first party.
+It was Dollie Blossom's fifth birthday, and Dollie's mamma had arranged
+for a little party in honor of the event. Of course Elsie's mamma was
+perfectly willing she should go to the party, for the Blossoms were very
+nice people, and Mrs. Dean was always glad for an occasion of enjoyment
+for her little daughter. But alas, on the day before the party was to
+occur, Elsie went to a picnic, and was so unfortunate as to tear her
+dress--the only one she had which her mamma thought was suitable for her
+to wear to the party. "I am afraid you cannot go to the party, my dear,
+for now you have nothing fit to wear," said Mrs. Dean to Elsie. The
+little girl's eyes filled with tears, and her Grandmamma seemed to feel
+almost as bad about it as Elsie. But she did not wish to make the little
+girl feel any worse over her disappointment, so she made light of it and
+told her that there would probably be another birthday party soon, and
+by that time she would surely have a suitable dress to wear. Elsie was
+finally comforted, and went to bed in good spirits after kissing mamma
+and grandmamma good night.
+
+What was Elsie's surprise next morning, to find that her picnic dress
+had been mended "good as new." She did not need to ask who did it, for
+she felt certain that it was grandmamma's work, and so it proved.
+Grandmamma remembered that she herself was a little girl once, and that
+blessed memory brought her into close sympathy with the grief and joy of
+her little granddaughter. And so Elsie, thanks to her grandmamma's tact
+and tenderness, went to Dolly Blossom's birthday party.
+
+[Illustration: GRANDMAMMA WONDERS IF SHE CAN'T MEND IT.]
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO BED.
+
+
+        The evening is coming,
+          The Sun sinks to rest;
+        The rooks are all flying
+          Straight home to their nest.
+    "Caw!" says the rook, as he flies overhead:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        The flowers are closing,
+          The daisy's asleep;
+        The primrose is buried
+          In slumber so deep.
+    Shut up for the night is the pimpernel red:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        The butterfly, drowsy,
+          Has folded its wing;
+        The bees are returning,
+          No more the birds sing.
+    Their labor is over, their nestlings are fed:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        Here comes the pony,
+          His work is all done;
+        Down through the meadow
+          He takes a good run;
+    Up goes his heels, and down goes his head:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        Good-night, little people,
+          Good-night and good-night;
+        Sweet dreams to your eyelids,
+          Till dawning of light;
+    The evening has come, there's no more to be said:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+T. HOOD.
+
+[Illustration: GOING TO BED.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CAT AND THE PARROT.
+
+
+A lady who lived in New York City owned a pet parrot and a large house
+cat. The parrot was just as full of mischief as could be. One day the
+cat and parrot had a quarrel. I think the cat had upset Polly's food, or
+something of that kind. However, they seemed all right again. An hour or
+so after Polly was on her stand, she called out in a tone of extreme
+affection, "Pussy! Pussy! come here, Pussy." Pussy went and looked up
+innocently enough; Polly with her beak seized her tin of food and tipped
+its contents all over the cat, and then chuckled as poor Puss ran away
+half frightened to death.
+
+
+
+
+BABY.
+
+
+    Who is it coos just like a dove?
+    Who is it that we dearly love--
+    The brightest blessing from above?
+          Our baby.
+
+    While silent watch the angels keep,
+    Who smiles so sweetly in his sleep,
+    And oft displays his dimples deep.
+          Our baby.
+
+[Illustration: POLLY PLAYING OFF A TRICK ON PUSS.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.
+
+
+    We were crowded in the cabin,
+      Not a soul would dare to sleep,--
+    It was midnight on the waters,
+    And a storm was on the deep.
+
+    'Tis a fearful thing in winter
+      To be shattered by the blast,
+    And to hear the rattling trumpet
+      Thunder, "Cut away the mast!"
+
+    So we shuddered there in silence,--
+      For the stoutest held his breath,
+    While the hungry sea was roaring,
+      And the breakers talked with Death.
+
+    And as thus we sat in darkness,
+      Each one busy with his prayers,
+    "We are lost!" the Captain shouted,
+      As he staggered down the stairs.
+
+    But his little daughter whispered,
+      As she took his icy hand,
+    "Isn't God upon the ocean,
+      Just the same as on the land?"
+
+    Then we kissed the little maiden,
+    And we spoke in better cheer,
+    And we anchored safe in harbor
+      When the morn was smiling clear.
+
+J. T. FIELDS
+
+[Illustration: SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.]
+
+
+
+
+FUN FOR THE KITTENS.
+
+
+    Our cat she had five little ones,
+      As every person knew;
+    Their names were "Flossie," "Snowball," "Smut,"
+      With "Kit," and little "Mew."
+
+    One day on foraging intent,
+      She leaped upon a cage,
+    But after sniffing round a while
+      Vexed thoughts her mind engage.
+
+    "How very sad it is," thought she,
+      "That every single linnet
+    Has been removed before we came!
+      The cage has nothing in it!
+
+    "However, I have dined to-day,
+      So now for quiet rest;
+    My children, you may go and play,
+      For frolic suits you best."
+
+    With folded paws she laid her down,
+      And meditative look,
+    While every wicked little cat
+      Its own diversion took.
+
+    Said Snowball to his brother Kit,
+      "Get out of this--now do;
+    For Smut and I, we live in here,
+      And there's no room for you!
+
+    "And Smut feels rather sick to-day,
+      He told me so just now;
+    So off you go, again I say,
+      Or there will be a row.
+
+    "And Kit, just leave that stick alone;
+      Come, drop it now at once;
+    Of all the cats I ever knew
+      You are the greatest dunce."
+
+    Cried little Smut, "Quick, Snowball, quick!
+      Or you will be too late;
+    Here's sister Flossie pushing in;
+      Come quick, and shut the gate."
+
+    "How strange it seems, when you and I,
+      Dear Snowball, are so good,
+    That other cats should be so pert,
+      Inquisitive and rude!"
+
+    Said mother Puss, "This summer day
+      I thought to lie at rest,
+    While my dear children romp and play,
+      Which seems to suit them best.
+
+    "But really, how they snarl and fight,
+      And kick, and growl, and riot!
+    Ah, well! when they are old like me
+      They'll like a little quiet."
+
+[Illustration: FUN FOR THE KITTENS.]
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY GREEN AND TOMMY RED.
+
+
+Tommy Green was a little boy only eight years old when his parents sent
+him to "boarding school," where he was thrown into the company of boys
+older than himself. It is strange how most all boys enjoy teasing those
+who are younger than themselves.
+
+At Tommy's boarding school all the boys slept in one large room, on cots
+conveniently arranged. Tommy was a heavy sleeper. One morning he awoke
+with a strange feeling of stiffness about his face, and no sooner did he
+sit up in bed than a laugh rang around the whole room.
+
+"What are you laughing at?", he asked, but the boys only laughed the
+harder at his confusion. At last one little boy named Frankie Jones
+cried out "Tommy, it's your face."
+
+Tommy rushed to a looking-glass, and found on his forehead and on each
+cheek an enormous dab of red paint.
+
+"Halloo, Green?" shouted one of the boys, "You're red now, ain't you?"
+
+Tommy was greatly teased for a while, but kept his temper, and it was
+not very long before he was joining with his school-mates to tease some
+other small boy in a similar manner.
+
+Such things are provoking, but it is best to treat them good-naturedly,
+as Tommy did, and not lose one's temper.
+
+[Illustration: PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.]
+
+
+
+
+FOND OF CATS.
+
+
+Pussy has always been a favorite in the East, but the country where she
+was held in the highest estimation, and treated with the greatest
+respect, was Egypt.
+
+The fondness of the Egyptians for their cats is shown in some of their
+ancient paintings where the cat is frequently seen by the side of its
+master whilst he entertains company. When a cat died the whole household
+shaved off their eyebrows in token of mourning; and its body was sent to
+the embalmers, and there made into a mummy, and afterwards buried, with
+great lamentations, in the cat-sepulchre adjoining the town.
+
+Heredotus, the Greek historian, who had himself spent some time in
+Egypt, and witnessed the customs of the natives, tells us that when a
+house caught fire the only care of the Egyptians was to save the lives
+of the cats, utterly regardless of the destruction of their property.
+
+Bubastis was the sacred city of cats, and there was the temple of the
+goddess Pasht, whose statue appeared with the head of a cat. There the
+cats reveled in luxury, for they were looked upon as living
+representatives of the divinity. The punishment for killing any sacred
+animal was death; but woe to the luckless person who even accidentally
+killed a cat? for he was set upon by the infuriated people, and torn to
+pieces without trial.
+
+[Illustration: EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CAT'S QUESTIONS.
+
+
+    Dozing, and dozing, and dozing!
+      Pleasant enough,
+    Dreaming of sweet cream and mouse-meat.
+      Delicate stuff!
+
+    Of raids on the pantry and hen-coop,
+      Or light, stealthy tread
+    Of cat gossips, meeting by moonlight
+      On ridge-pole or shed.
+
+    Waked by a somersault, whirling,
+      Whirling from cushion to floor;
+    Waked from a wild rush of safety
+      From window to door.
+
+    Waking two hands that first smooth us,
+     And then pull our tails;
+    Punished with slaps when we show them
+      The length of our nails!
+    These big mortal tyrants even grudge us
+      A place on the mat.
+    Do they think we enjoy for our music
+      Staccatos of "scat?"
+    What in the world were we made for?
+      Man, do you know?
+    By you to be petted, tormented?
+      Are _you_ friend or foe?
+    To be treated now, just as you treat us,
+      The question is pat,
+    To take just our chances in living,
+      Would _you_ be a cat?
+
+_LUCY LARCOM_.
+
+[Illustration: "ARE YOU FRIEND OR FOE?"]
+
+
+
+
+"SCRAMBLE."
+
+
+Doctor Schroeder was a quaint old German physician, who lived in a fine
+old-fashioned house near a public play-ground. Connected with the
+doctor's premises was an extensive peach orchard, and, sad to say,
+naughty boys would sometimes climb over the orchard wall and pilfer his
+peaches. To guard against this practice the doctor had the top of his
+wall adorned with a row of very ugly iron spikes. Not far from Doctor
+Schroeder's place lived a family known as "the Jones's". One member of
+the family was a small boy nicknamed "Scramble;" so named, I presume,
+from the fact that he was all the time scrambling over other people's
+fences and into other people's fruit trees.
+
+One day "Scramble" got caught on the spikes on top of Doctor Schroeder's
+wall, and in spite of all his efforts to get loose, the spikes held him
+fast until he was discovered and taken down by the quaint old doctor,
+almost frightened out of his wits. That is, "Scramble" was frightened,
+not the doctor, But to "Scramble's" great surprise and greater relief,
+the old German did not punish him with the terrible cane he held in his
+hand, but took him into the orchard and told him to take his pick of the
+finest fruit on the place.
+
+"Scramble" felt greatly abashed over this unexpected kind treatment, and
+never again had the heart to pilfer peaches from old Doctor Schroeder.
+
+[Illustration: "SCRAMBLE" ON THE TOP OF THE WALL.]
+
+
+
+
+CLEVER GOATS.
+
+
+Goats sometimes do very clever tricks, which almost prove them to be
+capable of reasoning.
+
+A goat and her kids frequented a square in which I once lived, and were
+often fed by the servants and myself. Now and again I heard a thumping
+at the hall door, which arose from the buttings of the goat when the
+food was not forthcoming, and the mother's example was followed by her
+two little kids. After a while this grew monotonous, and no attention
+was paid to their knocking! but one day the area bell--used by the
+delivery men and callers generally, the wire of which passed by the side
+of one of the railings--was sounded. The cook answered the bell, but no
+one was there save the goat and kids, with their heads bent down towards
+the kitchen window. It was at first thought that some mischievous boy
+had rung the bell for them, but they were watched, and the old goat was
+seen to hook one of her horns into the wire and pull it. This is too
+much like reason to be ascribed to mere instinct.
+
+[Illustration: GOATS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.]
+
+
+
+
+KING LEAR.
+
+
+Poor old King Lear, who in ancient times reigned in Britain, having in
+his old age turned over all his possessions to his two older daughters,
+Goneril and Regan, who professed to love him more than did their younger
+sister Cordelia, was by them cruelly deprived of his crown and turned
+out of his palace. None dared to give him shelter for fear of the anger
+of the two wicked queens. And though he had become blind, he was forced
+to wander over the land he once ruled, his only guide being an old and
+faithful servant. At last, in his misery and despair, he thought he
+would go to his youngest daughter, who had become queen of France, and
+see if she would take pity on him. So he crossed over to France. When
+Cordelia heard of her father's woeful plight, and of her sisters'
+cruelty to him, she wept for sorrow, and at once sent him everything
+needful for his comfort. She and her husband then set out to meet him,
+surrounded by their soldiers and followers, and brought him in great
+state to the palace, and honored him as a king in their land.
+
+The King of France soon gathered an army and invaded Britain. The two
+ungrateful daughters and their husbands were killed, King Lear was
+restored to his throne, and when he died Cordelia succeeded him in the
+kingdom.
+
+[Illustration: KING LEAR.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BRITISH MASTIFFS.
+
+
+When the Romans invaded Britain they found that the natives had a breed
+of large fierce dogs, who would fight bravely for their masters; these
+animals they called _pugnaces_, or fighting dogs, and from them the
+modern English mastiff is descended.
+
+Soon after the conquest of the island some of the British mastiffs were
+sent to Rome, where their sagacity, strength and courage excited so much
+admiration, that an imperial officer was appointed to reside in Britain
+for the express purpose of selecting the finest dogs to fight with other
+animals for the amusement of the vast crowds assembled in the Colosseum.
+The strongest dogs previously known to the Romans were the Molossian
+dogs of Epirus, which in their native country were trained by their
+masters to fight in battle, but when they were matched against the
+British mastiffs they were thoroughly beaten. The dogs of Britain were
+then pitted against various wild beasts; and it was said that three of
+them were a match for a bear and four for a lion. And so famous were
+they for courage, that the Gauls imported them, and trained them for
+war, and used them in their battles.
+
+The British mastiff is no longer trained to fight in battle, but his
+character for sagacity and fidelity as well as courage, is as high as it
+was in the days of the Romans.
+
+[Illustration: ANCIENT BRITISH SOLDIER AND MASTIFF.]
+
+
+
+
+ON THE LAKES IN A STORM.
+
+
+Some minutes before sunrise we went aboard our boat and took our places
+for a long pull up the lakes. There were two sets of rowlocks, with oars
+to match. Fred took one pair and Farr the other. Spot lay down on Farr's
+coat behind his master. I took the stern seat and steering oar. Scott
+had the bow seat and a paddle.
+
+"All ready!" cried Fred, cheerily. "Give way! one, two, three, and away
+we go!"
+
+By the time we were fairly out on the lake there was quite a "sea."
+
+We made for Birch Island. The swells threw us about amazingly. There is
+much strength and friskiness in these fresh-water surges. Those were
+wild moments. Fred, Farr and Scott were pulling with might and main. The
+spray flew over us; the spatters drenched us. I expected every moment
+that we should be swamped. And as we drew near the island our case
+seemed not much improved. The waves broke against it fiercely.
+
+"It won't do to let her run on there!" exclaimed Farr. "It will swamp
+her."
+
+"Yes," said Fred; "but it is not deep water. Sit still and pull till I
+give the word, then jump out, everybody, and ease her ashore.
+
+"Now for it! Over with you!" he shouted, a moment afterwards.
+
+We leaped out, and carried the boat by main strength high upon the
+land.
+
+[Illustration: "NOW FOR IT! OVER WITH YOU!"]
+
+
+
+
+FRITZ.
+
+
+Fritz is a beautiful light-blue grey cat. He is the especial pet of his
+master's little daughter, and therefore has many privileges about the
+house not usually accorded to cats. Among these special privileges is
+that of having his food in the dining-room. Fritz has many
+peculiarities, the chief being that he thinks that he is covering up the
+food that remains after he has eaten all he wishes, a habit of wild cats
+which is well known.
+
+He stands over the plate which contains the remains of his repast and
+scratches perfectly imaginary dust or mould over it.
+
+This he does all round the plate, and after a curious look at it to see
+that it is all right, and it _is_ covered up, he walks leisurely away.
+How strange it is that these traces of a wild state are so often to be
+seen in animals which have been domesticated for long generations! Fritz
+had no need to cover up his food, even if the dirt or mould were there
+for the purpose, for he is sure of getting plenty more when he wants it.
+It was simply from the force of habit, a habit not his own, but his
+ancestors, that he went through the motions.
+
+What a forcible illustration of the power of habit!
+
+[Illustration: FRITZ COVERING UP HIS FOOD.]
+
+
+
+
+NAUGHTY WILLIE.
+
+
+    Willie got punished at school to-day!
+      What did he do?
+    Why, he drew on his slate, in a comical way,
+    Pictures of horses and oxen, and they
+    Seemed to be dancing a real Irish jig!
+    Yes, and he, too, had a little wee pig
+    Down in the corner, as cute as could be;
+    All of us laughed such a picture to see!
+
+    That was the morning before recess,
+    When he threw paper balls at sly little Bess;
+    And one hit her plump on her fat little nose,
+    And made us all laugh, as you may well suppose;
+    And he pulled some one's hair as they went out to spell,
+    But who cried out nobody would tell.
+
+    And then, let me see; why he stepped on my toes,
+    And balanced his book on the tip of his nose
+    When the teacher wasn't looking, and then, O, dear me,
+    He made some whiskers as black as could be
+    With the cork of the ink-bottle rubbed on his cheek,
+    And we all laughed till we hardly could speak.
+
+    The teacher caught him, and punished him well;
+    Not half the words that were his could he spell;
+    And in the arithmetic he had to guess
+    Half of the answers and wished they were less.
+    All he has gained by his actions to-day,
+    Is a black mark and his ill-timed play.
+
+[Illustration: NAUGHTY WILLIE.]
+
+
+
+
+NED BENTLY'S TEMPTATION.
+
+
+When Ned Bently was a boy of about fifteen years of age he lost both of
+his parents by yellow fever, in New Orleans. The only remaining relative
+he had was a bachelor uncle, living in the mining regions of California.
+Ned worked his way on board a ship, as a sailor boy, to San Francisco,
+and finally arrived at the diggings where his uncle was engaged in
+mining. In those early days of California mine digging the miners were
+generally a very rough class of men. So it happened that soon after
+Ned's arrival a great gruff "digger" offered to treat Ned to a drink of
+liquor, and became very angry because he refused to touch it.
+
+Ned scarcely shut his eyes all that night, for he was dreadfully afraid
+that the miners might yet force him to drink of that which he had been
+taught was certain ruin to body and soul. But to Ned's great surprise
+and joy, next morning the very man who the night before had offered to
+treat him took a bold stand in his defense against the other miners'
+attempts to force him to drink.
+
+"The lad's about right," said the gruff old digger. "If he can live out
+here without drinkin' liquor, he'll be able to buy and sell the whole of
+ye by'n'by." And so it proved, for Ned held fast to his resolution not
+to drink, and became one of the wealthiest mine owners in California.
+
+[Illustration: NED REFUSING TO DRINK WITH THE MINERS.]
+
+
+
+
+"HODGE."
+
+
+Many have a dislike to cats; but when boys say they hate cats, it is to
+be feared that they mostly do so that they may have an excuse for
+hunting and ill-treating them. In some cases, however, there is a
+natural antipathy which those who possess it cannot help, though it
+seems very foolish and unreasonable.
+
+James Boswell tells us that he was "unluckily one of those who have an
+antipathy to a cat," so that he was uneasy when in a room with one. It
+certainly was rather unlucky, for he was writing the life of Dr.
+Johnson, and wishing to be as much in his company as possible was
+frequently at his house. Now the Doctor had a favorite tomcat whom he
+called "Hodge," and Boswell relates how he "suffered from the presence
+of this same Hodge."
+
+He says, "I recollect him one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast,
+apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend, smiling and half
+whistling, rubbed down his back and pulled him by the tail, and when I
+observed that he was a fine cat, saying, 'Why, yes, Sir, but I have had
+cats whom I liked better than this,' and then, as if perceiving Hodge to
+be out of countenance, he added! 'But he's a very fine cat; a very fine
+cat, indeed.'"
+
+Hodge was well taken care of, and did not have to catch rats for a
+living, for the Doctor was in the habit of treating him to oysters.
+
+[Illustration: DR. JOHNSON AND HIS CAT.]
+
+
+
+
+APRIL FOOL.
+
+
+Most small boys are fond of April-fooling people. How often on the first
+day of April have we seen the small boy wrapping up a piece of wood or
+brick in the shape of a parcel bought at the store, carelessly place it
+on the sidewalk as if dropped by a passer-by, and then hide himself near
+by and wait for some one to be "fooled" by it.
+
+Dick and Frank Slemmons, one April-fool's day, concluded to get up an
+April-fool on a grander scale than usual. They procured an old pair of
+pants, a shirt, pair of boots, gloves, a dunce's cap, and a "false-face"
+or mask. They took these articles to their father's barn, and by
+stuffing them with straw and putting a few extra touches of paint on the
+mask, they made a hideous looking Guy. To the back of this figure, near
+the shoulders, the boys fastened a string, and when it began to grow
+dark they carried it out into the yard and placed it in a sitting
+posture on the front fence, to fool people who were passing by. Holding
+to the string they hid themselves behind the fence intending when any
+one passed to let the figure fall forward as if it were about to drop
+from the fence. But they failed to fool anybody, for the first one to
+come along was Mike, their father's hostler, who at once discovered the
+boys, and, saying "Ah! see the little laddie-bucks over the fince!" he
+grabbed the guy and took it along with him.
+
+So the boys themselves were the only ones April fooled.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+IN A STORM ON THE SEA.
+
+
+Little David Loomis, only eight years old, was permitted by his father,
+Captain Loomis, to accompany 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, however, 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 land?"
+
+[Illustration: IN A STORM ON THE SEA.]
+
+
+
+
+THE JAGUAR.
+
+
+The jaguar, or American tiger, as he is sometimes called, is a native of
+South America. He is beautifully spotted with rings containing smaller
+spots on a deeper ground tint. He is a ferocious and destructive beast,
+inhabits the forests, and seeks his prey by watching, or by openly
+seizing cattle or horses in the enclosures. His depredations among the
+herds of horses which graze on the prairies of Paraguay are vast and
+terrible. Swift as lightning he darts upon his prey, overthrows it by
+weight, or breaks its neck by a blow of his paw. His strength is so
+great, he can easily drag off a full-sized horse. He is an expert
+climber, and the prints of his claws have been seen on the bark at the
+top of trees fifty feet in height and without branches. He sometimes
+feeds on monkeys, but they are generally too active for him; having the
+power to swing themselves from branch to branch with wonderful
+swiftness, they are soon beyond his reach. After horses, oxen and sheep
+are his favorite prey, and his devastations among them are often very
+extensive. On account of this, efforts are constantly made to destroy
+him. He is hunted with dogs, which run him to bay, or force him to seek
+safety in a tree, where he is kept till the approach of the hunters, who
+shoot him, or disable him with their long spears.
+
+[Illustration: THE JAGUAR WAITING FOR HIS PREY.]
+
+
+
+
+MILITARY DOGS.
+
+
+Big dogs, little dogs; black dogs, white dogs--all sizes and sorts of
+dogs are now carefully trained for use in the military service of France
+and Germany as messengers, scouts, and sentinels.
+
+These "dog-children of the regiment" are not chosen from any special
+breed of dogs, because that would at once cause then to be recognized,
+and so become a target for the foe whenever seen.
+
+These military dogs are chosen on account of the promise they give of
+"individual merit," and their education is begun as early as possible.
+All are trained to silence--a most difficult lesson, and only learnt by
+long and patient teaching. In fact, it is at all times difficult to
+insure obedience when music strickes up, for the training poodles,
+fox-terriers, and collies are sorely tempted to give vocal
+accompaniment. Dogs selected for this service are thoroughly children of
+the regiment. They are never allowed to associate with civilians, or to
+let any man wearing an unknown uniform approach them. They must not
+attack strangers, but are to keep at a respectful distance from all
+such. Thus their fidelity as letter-carriers is secured.
+
+When on sentry duty they are taught to warn their human companions of
+the approach of any strangers within three hundred yards. Each dog has
+his regimental number on his collar.
+
+[Illustration: DOG CHILDREN OF THE REGIMENT.]
+
+
+
+
+TRUE TO HIS WORD.
+
+
+At the conquest of Susa, Harmozan, a Persian prince, the satrap of
+Ahwaz, was taken prisoner by the Arabs. When about to be taken before
+Omar, the Commander of the Faithful, he arranged himself in his most
+gorgeous apparel, wearing a crown on his head, and his embroidered silk
+robe being confined by a splendid jeweled girdle. When his conductors
+brought him to the mosque he saw Omar stretched on the ground, taking a
+mid-day sleep. When he awoke he asked their business, and they replied,
+"We bring you here the king of Ahwaz."
+
+"Take hence the infidel," said Omar, averting his gaze. "Strip him of
+his robes, and array him in the garb of El Islam."
+
+This was done, and when Harmozan was again brought into the presence of
+Omar he wore the striped garments of the Arabs. After conversing a while
+he complained of being thirsty; but when a cup of water was brought he
+expressed a fear that he might be killed while drinking it.
+
+"Be of good courage," said Omar! "your life shall be safe till you have
+drunk this water."
+
+Harmozan instantly dashed the cup on the ground, claiming fulfillment of
+the Caliphs word. Omar declared that this conduct deserved punishment as
+deceitful, but out of regard for his word he pardoned the Persian, who
+became a convert to the faith of El Islam.
+
+[Illustration: "TAKE HENCE THE INFIDEL," SAID OMAR]
+
+
+
+
+HUNTING A LION.
+
+
+Some hunters near the Cape of Good Hope went in search of a lion which
+had carried off a number of cattle from the neighborhood.
+
+They discovered him in a thicket or jungle, and at once proceeded to
+pepper him with slugs and bullets. Regardless of the shower of balls the
+lion bounded forward, and in an instant turned the chase upon them. All
+took to their horses or their heels. One huge fellow, not nimble enough
+to mount his horse in time, was left in the rear, and was speedily run
+down by the rampant lion. He had the prudence to fling himself flat on
+the ground and lie quiet as a log. The lion sniffed at him, scratched
+him with his paw, and then quietly sat down upon his body. His routed
+companions, collecting in a band, took courage at length to face about;
+and, seeing the lion on the prostrate body of the hunter, they imagined
+that their comrade was killed, and began to concert measures for
+avenging him. After a short pause, however, the lion resigned of his own
+accord his seat of triumph, relieved his panting capture, and retreated
+towards the mountains. The party, on coming up, found their friend
+shaking his ears, unharmed, except what he had suffered from a very
+ungentlemanly piece of conduct on the part of the lion.
+
+[Illustration: THE LION SITS DOWN ON THE HUNTER.]
+
+
+
+
+PURSUED BY INDIANS.
+
+
+Two young men who had been attached to an exploring party, out West, but
+had unwisely strayed away from their companions, were leisurely riding
+along the prairie, trying to track the footsteps of their friends, when
+they saw on the brow of a hill in their rear about a dozen Indian
+warriors, who were rapidly approaching them. There was not a moment to
+lose. The white men were unarmed, save for their hunting-knives, while
+the lances of the red men gleamed in the light of the afternoon sun.
+Putting spurs to their horses the two young men tried to escape by
+flight, but the derisive cries of the enemy showed that the distance was
+rapidly lessening between them. Nothing could have saved them had it not
+been that, just at the most critical moment, they reached a "windrow," a
+strip of ground upon which a storm had hurled down the trunks of trees
+in wild confusion. Hastily abandoning their horses to their fate, the
+two friends got in among the thick fallen timber, where they concealed
+themselves, and listened breathlessly while the Indians with shouts
+pursued, and attempted to capture the coveted animals. But they did not
+succeed. A cloud of dust heralded the approach of a party of men, who
+with shouts and cries galloped into the midst of them.
+
+It was the exploring party, whose opportune appearance saved their
+companions' lives.
+
+[Illustration: PURSUED BY NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.]
+
+
+
+
+THE TRUANT'S SOLILOQUY
+
+
+    My schoolmates all are blessed to-day,
+      Their lessons conning o'er;
+    O, how I wish that I were now
+      Within that school-room door!
+
+    My teacher sits beside her desk,
+      With a smile upon her face,
+    Until she looks around the room,
+      And sees my vacant place.
+
+    My heart is aching while I walk
+      Along the mountain glade;
+    I love the trees, the rippling stream,
+      But sigh that I have strayed.
+
+    O, there's no joy in the hours of play,
+      If snatched from the study-time;
+    No music in the wild-bird's song,
+      While I hear the school-bell chime.
+
+    O, then, I'll seek my school again,
+      My teacher's rules obey,
+    Nor wander, as a truant boy,
+      And waste another day.
+
+[Illustration: "ALONG THE MOUNTAIN GLADE"]
+
+
+
+
+A QUEER FISH.
+
+
+Little May's father is a fisherman. One day he brought home the funniest
+fish May ever saw. She was a little bit frightened and didn't know
+whether to laugh or cry. Her papa took her up in his lap, put an arm
+around her waist and held her fast with one hand while he kept a tight
+hold on the fish with the other.
+
+"See, May," he said, "what a queer fish this is. Would you think it
+followed the same kind of business that papa does for a living?"
+
+"Oh, papa!" said May; "that horrid thing a fisherman?--surely you are
+joking."
+
+"No, my daughter," said the fisherman, "it is no joke. With that queer
+looking rod and line fastened to its nose it angles for other fishes. It
+hides amongst the sea-weed at the bottom of the sea, and the fleshy
+shreds attached to its nose, floating about in the water, act as natural
+bait, and attract the unwary little fishes in its neighborhood, but the
+instant one of them makes a bite at the tempting morsel it is whisked
+away, and the poor fish is caught in the huge mouth of the fisherman
+fish, and crushed up by its sharp teeth."
+
+"Oh, papa!" said May, "what horrid big eyes it has; what a huge mouth,
+and such awfully sharp teeth! Ugh! Put it down, please, papa, for I
+really believe I am going to be frightened."
+
+The fisherman laughed heartily, and threw the queer fish into the
+basket.
+
+[Illustration: A QUEER FISH.]
+
+
+
+
+A PROUD MONARCH.
+
+
+Theodore, Emperor of Abyssinia, was raised to the throne from a very
+humble position in life. He was one of the proudest of monarchs, was
+styled "King of Kings," and boasted a descent from King Solomon and the
+Queen of Sheba; a fiction devised to flatter the vanity of the royal
+house of Ethiopia.
+
+When this mighty emperor gave an audience he was surrounded by several
+large and fierce-looking lions, and he made a great display of his
+command over the savage creatures; but, notwithstanding their ferocious
+aspect, the animals were said to be in reality as tame as dogs. Anyway,
+they must have made a timid ambassador feel rather nervous when first
+introduced to the royal presence.
+
+The Abyssinians are very vain, and King Theodore thought himself greater
+than all the sovereigns in the world, and this led to his fall. Thinking
+he was not treated with sufficient respect by the British envoy and
+other Europeans, he imprisoned them all. In 1867 an expedition was
+fitted out under the command of General Napier. After encountering great
+difficulties on the march, the British troops stormed and took
+possession of Magdala without losing a single man; and the Emperor
+Theodore, seeing that all was lost, slew himself to avoid falling into
+the hands of the enemy. The captives were liberated, and for his
+services in this campaign General Napier received the title of Lord
+Napier of Magdala.
+
+[Illustration: A PROUD MONARCH]
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S ANSWERS.
+
+
+    "Where did you come from, baby dear?"
+    "Out of the every-where into the here."
+    "Where did you get your eyes so blue?"
+    "Out of the sky as I came through."
+
+    "What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?"
+    "Some of the starry spikes left in."
+    "Where did you get that little tear?"
+    "I found it waiting when I got here."
+
+    "What makes your forehead so smooth and high?"
+    "A soft hand stroked it as I went by."
+    "What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?"
+    "Something better than any one knows."
+
+    "Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?"
+    "Three angels gave me at once a kiss."
+    "Where did you get that pearly ear?"
+    "God spoke, and it came out to hear."
+
+    "Where did you get those arms and hands?"
+    "Love made itself into hooks and bands."
+    "Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?"
+    "From the same body as the cherubs' wings."
+
+    "How did they all just come to be you?"
+    "God thought about me, and so I grew."
+    "But how did you come to us, my dear?"
+    "God thought of you, and so I am here."
+
+GEORGE MACDONALD.
+
+[Illustration: "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"]
+
+
+
+
+DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.
+
+A True Experience of Child-life.
+
+
+    I was working in my garden one day in the end of June,
+    The sun shone high in the clear blue sky, and the clock had just
+        struck noon;
+    I mused o'er my earliest childhood--my earliest friends, and lo,
+    There rose up the picture of a child in the dear dim Long-ago:
+    She holds in her arms a puppy, and smilingly shows it to me,
+    Her cheeks they are rosy and chubby, all dimpled with baby glee;
+    Her hair is dark and wavy, her brown eyes full of fun,
+    And she wears a blue straw bonnet to shelter from the sun.
+
+    She gathers daisies and kingcups till her pockets are more than
+        full,
+    And dreams of the far-away city where she soon must go to school;
+    Her home it is rustic and lonely in the land of the river Ness,
+    But she loves her rural dwelling, does dear little brown-eyed Bess.
+    One time--ah! how well I remember, it seems like yesterday,
+    Dear Bessie came to visit me, just nine years past last May:
+    Beneath the hawthorn blossoms, hearts full of childish bliss,
+    We vowed eternal friendship, and sealed it with a kiss;
+    And I plucked a bright pink rosebud to fasten in her dress--
+    She was six years old that summer, was dear little brown-eyed Bess.
+
+    I remember very little of all she said to me,
+    But I know we loved each other with childish love and free;
+    I remember romping gaily around some little ricks,
+    And fondly giving Bessie a tiny box of bricks;
+    I remember our long, long parting one autumn afternoon,
+    And Bessie softly whispering, "Come back and see me soon."
+    But alas! some wicked fairy was present with us then,
+    For during the days of childhood we never met again.
+
+    Six years went by, and I happened to look at my toys one day.
+    When I came across a wooden horse with which I used to play,
+    A little wooden pony I found in the old toy "press,"
+    That I once had got in a present from dear little brown-eyed Bess
+    'Mongst the flowers I was dreaming and thinking--Was I ever to see
+        her more?
+    When roused by a sound I looked and saw a carriage before the door
+    I ran right out of the garden and up the wooden stair,
+    Till I came to my own pink bedroom where I quickly smoothed my hair;
+    At my heart came a rush of rapture as I hastened to brush my dress
+    For who was down in the parlor? 'Twas dear little brown-eyed Bess.
+
+    Once more does our friendship flourish like the flowers in the
+        garden-bed,
+    And a tall young stately maiden is in little Bessie's stead.
+    When I look at this stately maiden I think of the bright pink moss,
+    I think of a foaming brooklet with a bridge of stones across;
+    I think of a waste of heather, a collie pup, and a cat,
+    In the arms of a rosy baby with a blue straw sun shade hat.
+    When I look at this stately maiden I cannot a smile suppress.
+    While I bless in my heart the good old times when I knew her
+        as little Bess.
+
+JEANIE P. H. SIMPSON
+
+[Illustration: DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, Fun And Frolic, by Various, Edited by E. T.
+Roe</h1>
+<br />
+<br />
+<center><b>E-text prepared by The Internet Archive Children's Library,<br />
+           Christine Gehring, Garrett Alley,<br />
+           and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team</b></center>
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr class="full" />
+<br />
+<br />
+<table border=0 width="100%">
+<tr>
+<td width="260">
+<img src="images/001.png" alt="Front Cover">
+</td>
+<td width="*">
+<h1>FUN AND FROLIC</h1><br>
+
+<center>
+<img src="images/005.png" alt="">
+</center>
+
+<h4>PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED.</h4><br>
+
+<h3>EDITED BY</h3>
+
+<h2>E. T. ROE</h2>
+
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<hr>
+<center>
+<img src="images/004.png" alt="">
+</center>
+<hr>
+
+<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. -->
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+<br>
+
+ <a href="#GRANDMOTHER'S_CHAIR"><b>GRANDMOTHER'S CHAIR.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#HOW_GRANDMA_SURPRISED_ELSIE"><b>HOW GRANDMA SURPRISED ELSIE.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#GOING_TO_BED"><b>GOING TO BED.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_CAT_AND_THE_PARROT"><b>THE CAT AND THE PARROT.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#BABY"><b>BABY.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_CAPTAINS_DAUGHTER"><b>THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#FUN_FOR_THE_KITTENS"><b>FUN FOR THE KITTENS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#TOMMY_GREEN_AND_TOMMY_RED"><b>TOMMY GREEN AND TOMMY RED.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#FOND_OF_CATS"><b>FOND OF CATS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_CATS_QUESTIONS"><b>THE CAT'S QUESTIONS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#SCRAMBLE"><b>"SCRAMBLE."</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#CLEVER_GOATS"><b>CLEVER GOATS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#KING_LEAR"><b>KING LEAR.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_BRITISH_MASTIFFS"><b>THE BRITISH MASTIFFS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#ON_THE_LAKES_IN_A_STORM"><b>ON THE LAKES IN A STORM.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#FRITZ"><b>FRITZ.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#NAUGHTY_WILLIE"><b>NAUGHTY WILLIE.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#NED_BENTLYS_TEMPTATION"><b>NED BENTLY'S TEMPTATION.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#HODGE"><b>"HODGE."</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#APRIL_FOOL"><b>APRIL FOOL.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#IN_A_STORM_ON_THE_SEA"><b>IN A STORM ON THE SEA.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_JAGUAR"><b>THE JAGUAR.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#MILITARY_DOGS"><b>MILITARY DOGS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#TRUE_TO_HIS_WORD"><b>TRUE TO HIS WORD.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#HUNTING_A_LION"><b>HUNTING A LION.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#PURSUED_BY_INDIANS"><b>PURSUED BY INDIANS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_TRUANT'S_SOLILOQUY"><b>THE TRUANT'S SOLILOQUY</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#A_QUEER_FISH"><b>A QUEER FISH.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#A_PROUD_MONARCH"><b>A PROUD MONARCH.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#BABYS_ANSWERS"><b>BABY'S ANSWERS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#DEAR_LITTLE_BROWN-EYED_BESS"><b>DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.</b></a><br>
+<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. -->
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="GRANDMOTHER'S_CHAIR"></a><h2>GRANDMOTHER'S CHAIR.</h2>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Grandmother sits in her easy chair</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Softly humming some old-time air;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And as she sings, her needles keep pace</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the smiles that flit o'er her wrinkled face;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While the fire-light flickers, and fades away,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And comes again like the breaking day.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From morning till evening she knits and sings,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While ever the pendulum tireless swings</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The moments around, with its tick and stroke,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor hastes for the festal, nor lags for the yoke.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And grandmother never repines at her fate</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of being the last at the &quot;Crystal Gate.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Husband, and daughters, and sons all there,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wearing the &quot;crown and the garments fair&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Singing the songs that will never tire,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And swelling the chorus of heaven's choir;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But patiently, hopefully, bides the time</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That shall bring her at last to a fairer clime.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Grandmother's chair will be vacant soon,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For the rays of life slant far past noon;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But yonder in heaven she'll sing again,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Joining the evermore glad refrain,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wearing the &quot;crown&quot; and the &quot;garments fair,&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While we mournfully stand by her vacant chair.</span><br>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="HOW_GRANDMA_SURPRISED_ELSIE"></a><h2>HOW GRANDMA SURPRISED ELSIE.</h2>
+<br>
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/009.png" align="left" alt="GRANDMAMMA WONDERS IF SHE CAN'T MEND IT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">GRANDMAMMA WONDERS IF SHE CAN'T MEND IT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<p>Elsie Dean was four years old when she was invited to her first party.
+It was Dollie Blossom's fifth birthday, and Dollie's mamma had arranged
+for a little party in honor of the event. Of course Elsie's mamma was
+perfectly willing she should go to the party, for the Blossoms were very
+nice people, and Mrs. Dean was always glad for an occasion of enjoyment
+for her little daughter. But alas, on the day before the party was to
+occur, Elsie went to a picnic, and was so unfortunate as to tear her
+dress&mdash;the only one she had which her mamma thought was suitable for her
+to wear to the party. &quot;I am afraid you cannot go to the party, my dear,
+for now you have nothing fit to wear,&quot; said Mrs. Dean to Elsie. The
+little girl's eyes filled with tears, and her Grandmamma seemed to feel
+almost as bad about it as Elsie. But she did not wish to make the little
+girl feel any worse over her disappointment, so she made light of it and
+told her that there would probably be another birthday party soon, and
+by that time she would surely have a suitable dress to wear. Elsie was
+finally comforted, and went to bed in good spirits after kissing mamma
+and grandmamma good night.</p>
+
+<p>What was Elsie's surprise next morning, to find that her picnic dress
+had been mended &quot;good as new.&quot; She did not need to ask who did it, for
+she felt certain that it was grandmamma's work, and so it proved.
+Grandmamma remembered that she herself was a little girl once, and that
+blessed memory brought her into close sympathy with the grief and joy of
+her little granddaughter. And so Elsie, thanks to her grandmamma's tact
+and tenderness, went to Dolly Blossom's birthday party.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="GOING_TO_BED"></a><h2>GOING TO BED.</h2>
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/011.png" align=left alt="GOING TO BED.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">GOING TO BED.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The evening is coming,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The Sun sinks to rest;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The rooks are all flying</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Straight home to their nest.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Caw!&quot; says the rook, as he flies overhead:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The flowers are closing,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The daisy's asleep;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The primrose is buried</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In slumber so deep.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Shut up for the night is the pimpernel red:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The butterfly, drowsy,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Has folded its wing;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The bees are returning,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">No more the birds sing.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their labor is over, their nestlings are fed:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here comes the pony,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">His work is all done;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Down through the meadow</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">He takes a good run;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Up goes his heels, and down goes his head:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Good-night, little people,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Good-night and good-night;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sweet dreams to your eyelids,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Till dawning of light;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The evening has come, there's no more to be said:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>T. HOOD.</b></p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+<a name="THE_CAT_AND_THE_PARROT"></a><h2>THE CAT AND THE PARROT.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/013.png" align="left" alt="POLLY PLAYING OFF A TRICK ON PUSS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">POLLY PLAYING OFF A TRICK ON PUSS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<p>A lady who lived in New York City owned a pet parrot and a large house
+cat. The parrot was just as full of mischief as could be. One day the
+cat and parrot had a quarrel. I think the cat had upset Polly's food, or
+something of that kind. However, they seemed all right again. An hour or
+so after Polly was on her stand, she called out in a tone of extreme
+affection, &quot;Pussy! Pussy! come here, Pussy.&quot; Pussy went and looked up
+innocently enough; Polly with her beak seized her tin of food and tipped
+its contents all over the cat, and then chuckled as poor Puss ran away
+half frightened to death.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="BABY"></a><h2>BABY.</h2>
+
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who is it coos just like a dove?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who is it that we dearly love&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The brightest blessing from above?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Our baby.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While silent watch the angels keep,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who smiles so sweetly in his sleep,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And oft displays his dimples deep.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Our baby.</span><br>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CAPTAINS_DAUGHTER"></a><h2>THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/015.png" align="left" alt="SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We were crowded in the cabin,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Not a soul would dare to sleep,&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It was midnight on the waters,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And a storm was on the deep.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Tis a fearful thing in winter</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To be shattered by the blast,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And to hear the rattling trumpet</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thunder, &quot;Cut away the mast!&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So we shuddered there in silence,&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For the stoutest held his breath,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While the hungry sea was roaring,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the breakers talked with Death.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And as thus we sat in darkness,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Each one busy with his prayers,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;We are lost!&quot; the Captain shouted,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As he staggered down the stairs.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But his little daughter whispered,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As she took his icy hand,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Isn't God upon the ocean,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Just the same as on the land?&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then we kissed the little maiden,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we spoke in better cheer,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we anchored safe in harbor</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When the morn was smiling clear.</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>J. T. FIELDS</b></p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FUN_FOR_THE_KITTENS"></a><h2>FUN FOR THE KITTENS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/017.png" align="left" alt="FUN FOR THE KITTENS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">FUN FOR THE KITTENS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our cat she had five little ones,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As every person knew;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their names were &quot;Flossie,&quot; &quot;Snowball,&quot; &quot;Smut,&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With &quot;Kit,&quot; and little &quot;Mew.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One day on foraging intent,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">She leaped upon a cage,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But after sniffing round a while</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Vexed thoughts her mind engage.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;How very sad it is,&quot; thought she,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">&quot;That every single linnet</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Has been removed before we came!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The cage has nothing in it!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;However, I have dined to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">So now for quiet rest;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My children, you may go and play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For frolic suits you best.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With folded paws she laid her down,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And meditative look,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While every wicked little cat</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Its own diversion took.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Said Snowball to his brother Kit,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">&quot;Get out of this&mdash;now do;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For Smut and I, we live in here,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And there's no room for you!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;And Smut feels rather sick to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He told me so just now;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So off you go, again I say,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or there will be a row.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;And Kit, just leave that stick alone;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come, drop it now at once;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of all the cats I ever knew</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">You are the greatest dunce.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cried little Smut, &quot;Quick, Snowball, quick!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or you will be too late;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here's sister Flossie pushing in;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come quick, and shut the gate.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;How strange it seems, when you and I,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Dear Snowball, are so good,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That other cats should be so pert,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Inquisitive and rude!&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Said mother Puss, &quot;This summer day</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I thought to lie at rest,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While my dear children romp and play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Which seems to suit them best.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;But really, how they snarl and fight,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And kick, and growl, and riot!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ah, well! when they are old like me</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They'll like a little quiet.&quot;</span><br>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="TOMMY_GREEN_AND_TOMMY_RED"></a><h2>TOMMY GREEN AND TOMMY RED.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/019.png" align="left" alt="PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Tommy Green was a little boy only eight years old when his parents sent
+him to &quot;boarding school,&quot; where he was thrown into the company of boys
+older than himself. It is strange how most all boys enjoy teasing those
+who are younger than themselves.</p>
+
+<p>At Tommy's boarding school all the boys slept in one large room, on cots
+conveniently arranged. Tommy was a heavy sleeper. One morning he awoke
+with a strange feeling of stiffness about his face, and no sooner did he
+sit up in bed than a laugh rang around the whole room.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What are you laughing at?&quot;, he asked, but the boys only laughed the
+harder at his confusion. At last one little boy named Frankie Jones
+cried out &quot;Tommy, it's your face.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tommy rushed to a looking-glass, and found on his forehead and on each
+cheek an enormous dab of red paint.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Halloo, Green?&quot; shouted one of the boys, &quot;You're red now, ain't you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tommy was greatly teased for a while, but kept his temper, and it was
+not very long before he was joining with his school-mates to tease some
+other small boy in a similar manner.</p>
+
+<p>Such things are provoking, but it is best to treat them good-naturedly,
+as Tommy did, and not lose one's temper.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FOND_OF_CATS"></a><h2>FOND OF CATS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/021.png" align="left" alt="EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Pussy has always been a favorite in the East, but the country where she
+was held in the highest estimation, and treated with the greatest
+respect, was Egypt.</p>
+
+<p>The fondness of the Egyptians for their cats is shown in some of their
+ancient paintings where the cat is frequently seen by the side of its
+master whilst he entertains company. When a cat died the whole household
+shaved off their eyebrows in token of mourning; and its body was sent to
+the embalmers, and there made into a mummy, and afterwards buried, with
+great lamentations, in the cat-sepulchre adjoining the town.</p>
+
+<p>Heredotus, the Greek historian, who had himself spent some time in
+Egypt, and witnessed the customs of the natives, tells us that when a
+house caught fire the only care of the Egyptians was to save the lives
+of the cats, utterly regardless of the destruction of their property.</p>
+
+<p>Bubastis was the sacred city of cats, and there was the temple of the
+goddess Pasht, whose statue appeared with the head of a cat. There the
+cats reveled in luxury, for they were looked upon as living
+representatives of the divinity. The punishment for killing any sacred
+animal was death; but woe to the luckless person who even accidentally
+killed a cat? for he was set upon by the infuriated people, and torn to
+pieces without trial.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CATS_QUESTIONS"></a><h2>THE CAT'S QUESTIONS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/023.png" align="left" alt="ARE YOU FRIEND OR FOE?">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;ARE YOU FRIEND OR FOE?&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dozing, and dozing, and dozing!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pleasant enough,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dreaming of sweet cream and mouse-meat.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Delicate stuff!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of raids on the pantry and hen-coop,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or light, stealthy tread</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of cat gossips, meeting by moonlight</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">On ridge-pole or shed.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waked by a somersault, whirling,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Whirling from cushion to floor;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waked from a wild rush of safety</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">From window to door.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waking two hands that first smooth us,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And then pull our tails;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Punished with slaps when we show them</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The length of our nails!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">These big mortal tyrants even grudge us</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A place on the mat.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Do they think we enjoy for our music</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Staccatos of &quot;scat?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What in the world were we made for?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Man, do you know?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By you to be petted, tormented?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are <i>you</i> friend or foe?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To be treated now, just as you treat us,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The question is pat,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To take just our chances in living,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Would <i>you</i> be a cat?</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b><i>LUCY LARCOM.</i></b></p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="SCRAMBLE"></a><h2>&quot;SCRAMBLE.&quot;</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/025.png" align="left" alt="SCRAMBLE ON THE TOP OF THE WALL.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;SCRAMBLE&quot; ON THE TOP OF THE WALL.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Doctor Schroeder was a quaint old German physician, who lived in a fine
+old-fashioned house near a public play-ground. Connected with the
+doctor's premises was an extensive peach orchard, and, sad to say,
+naughty boys would sometimes climb over the orchard wall and pilfer his
+peaches. To guard against this practice the doctor had the top of his
+wall adorned with a row of very ugly iron spikes. Not far from Doctor
+Schroeder's place lived a family known as &quot;the Jones's&quot;. One member of
+the family was a small boy nicknamed &quot;Scramble;&quot; so named, I presume,
+from the fact that he was all the time scrambling over other people's
+fences and into other people's fruit trees.</p>
+
+<p>One day &quot;Scramble&quot; got caught on the spikes on top of Doctor Schroeder's
+wall, and in spite of all his efforts to get loose, the spikes held him
+fast until he was discovered and taken down by the quaint old doctor,
+almost frightened out of his wits. That is, &quot;Scramble&quot; was frightened,
+not the doctor, But to &quot;Scramble's&quot; great surprise and greater relief,
+the old German did not punish him with the terrible cane he held in his
+hand, but took him into the orchard and told him to take his pick of the
+finest fruit on the place.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Scramble&quot; felt greatly abashed over this unexpected kind treatment, and
+never again had the heart to pilfer peaches from old Doctor Schroeder.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="CLEVER_GOATS"></a><h2>CLEVER GOATS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/027.png" align="left" alt="GOATS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">GOATS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Goats sometimes do very clever tricks, which almost prove them to be
+capable of reasoning.</p>
+
+<p>A goat and her kids frequented a square in which I once lived, and were
+often fed by the servants and myself. Now and again I heard a thumping
+at the hall door, which arose from the buttings of the goat when the
+food was not forthcoming, and the mother's example was followed by her
+two little kids. After a while this grew monotonous, and no attention
+was paid to their knocking! but one day the area bell&mdash;used by the
+delivery men and callers generally, the wire of which passed by the side
+of one of the railings&mdash;was sounded. The cook answered the bell, but no
+one was there save the goat and kids, with their heads bent down towards
+the kitchen window. It was at first thought that some mischievous boy
+had rung the bell for them, but they were watched, and the old goat was
+seen to hook one of her horns into the wire and pull it. This is too
+much like reason to be ascribed to mere instinct.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="KING_LEAR"></a><h2>KING LEAR.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/029.png" align="left" alt="KING LEAR.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">KING LEAR.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Poor old King Lear, who in ancient times reigned in Britain, having in
+his old age turned over all his possessions to his two older daughters,
+Goneril and Regan, who professed to love him more than did their younger
+sister Cordelia, was by them cruelly deprived of his crown and turned
+out of his palace. None dared to give him shelter for fear of the anger
+of the two wicked queens. And though he had become blind, he was forced
+to wander over the land he once ruled, his only guide being an old and
+faithful servant. At last, in his misery and despair, he thought he
+would go to his youngest daughter, who had become queen of France, and
+see if she would take pity on him. So he crossed over to France. When
+Cordelia heard of her father's woeful plight, and of her sisters'
+cruelty to him, she wept for sorrow, and at once sent him everything
+needful for his comfort. She and her husband then set out to meet him,
+surrounded by their soldiers and followers, and brought him in great
+state to the palace, and honored him as a king in their land.</p>
+
+<p>The King of France soon gathered an army and invaded Britain. The two
+ungrateful daughters and their husbands were killed, King Lear was
+restored to his throne, and when he died Cordelia succeeded him in the
+kingdom.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_BRITISH_MASTIFFS"></a><h2>THE BRITISH MASTIFFS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/031.png" align="left" alt="ANCIENT BRITISH SOLDIER AND MASTIFF.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">ANCIENT BRITISH SOLDIER AND MASTIFF.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>When the Romans invaded Britain they found that the natives had a breed
+of large fierce dogs, who would fight bravely for their masters; these
+animals they called <i>pugnaces</i>, or fighting dogs, and from them the
+modern English mastiff is descended.</p>
+
+<p>Soon after the conquest of the island some of the British mastiffs were
+sent to Rome, where their sagacity, strength and courage excited so much
+admiration, that an imperial officer was appointed to reside in Britain
+for the express purpose of selecting the finest dogs to fight with other
+animals for the amusement of the vast crowds assembled in the Colosseum.
+The strongest dogs previously known to the Romans were the Molossian
+dogs of Epirus, which in their native country were trained by their
+masters to fight in battle, but when they were matched against the
+British mastiffs they were thoroughly beaten. The dogs of Britain were
+then pitted against various wild beasts; and it was said that three of
+them were a match for a bear and four for a lion. And so famous were
+they for courage, that the Gauls imported them, and trained them for
+war, and used them in their battles.</p>
+
+<p>The British mastiff is no longer trained to fight in battle, but his
+character for sagacity and fidelity as well as courage, is as high as it
+was in the days of the Romans.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="ON_THE_LAKES_IN_A_STORM"></a><h2>ON THE LAKES IN A STORM.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/033.png" align="left" alt="NOW FOR IT! OVER WITH YOU!">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;NOW FOR IT! OVER WITH YOU!&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Some minutes before sunrise we went aboard our boat and took our places
+for a long pull up the lakes. There were two sets of rowlocks, with oars
+to match. Fred took one pair and Farr the other. Spot lay down on Farr's
+coat behind his master. I took the stern seat and steering oar. Scott
+had the bow seat and a paddle.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All ready!&quot; cried Fred, cheerily. &quot;Give way! one, two, three, and away
+we go!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>By the time we were fairly out on the lake there was quite a &quot;sea.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>We made for Birch Island. The swells threw us about amazingly. There is
+much strength and friskiness in these fresh-water surges. Those were
+wild moments. Fred, Farr and Scott were pulling with might and main. The
+spray flew over us; the spatters drenched us. I expected every moment
+that we should be swamped. And as we drew near the island our case
+seemed not much improved. The waves broke against it fiercely.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It won't do to let her run on there!&quot; exclaimed Farr. &quot;It will swamp
+her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Fred; &quot;but it is not deep water. Sit still and pull till I
+give the word, then jump out, everybody, and ease her ashore.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now for it! Over with you!&quot; he shouted, a moment afterwards.</p>
+
+<p>We leaped out, and carried the boat by main strength high upon the
+land.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FRITZ"></a><h2>FRITZ.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/035.png" align="left" alt="FRITZ COVERING UP HIS FOOD.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">FRITZ COVERING UP HIS FOOD.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Fritz is a beautiful light-blue grey cat. He is the especial pet of his
+master's little daughter, and therefore has many privileges about the
+house not usually accorded to cats. Among these special privileges is
+that of having his food in the dining-room. Fritz has many
+peculiarities, the chief being that he thinks that he is covering up the
+food that remains after he has eaten all he wishes, a habit of wild cats
+which is well known.</p>
+
+<p>He stands over the plate which contains the remains of his repast and
+scratches perfectly imaginary dust or mould over it.</p>
+
+<p>This he does all round the plate, and after a curious look at it to see
+that it is all right, and it <i>is</i> covered up, he walks leisurely away.
+How strange it is that these traces of a wild state are so often to be
+seen in animals which have been domesticated for long generations! Fritz
+had no need to cover up his food, even if the dirt or mould were there
+for the purpose, for he is sure of getting plenty more when he wants it.
+It was simply from the force of habit, a habit not his own, but his
+ancestors, that he went through the motions.</p>
+
+<p>What a forcible illustration of the power of habit!</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="NAUGHTY_WILLIE"></a><h2>NAUGHTY WILLIE.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/037.png" align="left" alt="NAUGHTY WILLIE.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">NAUGHTY WILLIE.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Willie got punished at school to-day!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">What did he do?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Why, he drew on his slate, in a comical way,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pictures of horses and oxen, and they</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Seemed to be dancing a real Irish jig!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yes, and he, too, had a little wee pig</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Down in the corner, as cute as could be;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All of us laughed such a picture to see!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That was the morning before recess,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When he threw paper balls at sly little Bess;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And one hit her plump on her fat little nose,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And made us all laugh, as you may well suppose;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he pulled some one's hair as they went out to spell,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But who cried out nobody would tell.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And then, let me see; why he stepped on my toes,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And balanced his book on the tip of his nose</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the teacher wasn't looking, and then, O, dear me,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He made some whiskers as black as could be</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the cork of the ink-bottle rubbed on his cheek,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we all laughed till we hardly could speak.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The teacher caught him, and punished him well;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Not half the words that were his could he spell;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And in the arithmetic he had to guess</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Half of the answers and wished they were less.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All he has gained by his actions to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is a black mark and his ill-timed play.</span><br>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="NED_BENTLYS_TEMPTATION"></a><h2>NED BENTLY'S TEMPTATION.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/039.png" align="left" alt="NED REFUSING TO DRINK WITH THE MINERS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">NED REFUSING TO DRINK WITH THE MINERS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>When Ned Bently was a boy of about fifteen years of age he lost both of
+his parents by yellow fever, in New Orleans. The only remaining relative
+he had was a bachelor uncle, living in the mining regions of California.
+Ned worked his way on board a ship, as a sailor boy, to San Francisco,
+and finally arrived at the diggings where his uncle was engaged in
+mining. In those early days of California mine digging the miners were
+generally a very rough class of men. So it happened that soon after
+Ned's arrival a great gruff &quot;digger&quot; offered to treat Ned to a drink of
+liquor, and became very angry because he refused to touch it.</p>
+
+<p>Ned scarcely shut his eyes all that night, for he was dreadfully afraid
+that the miners might yet force him to drink of that which he had been
+taught was certain ruin to body and soul. But to Ned's great surprise
+and joy, next morning the very man who the night before had offered to
+treat him took a bold stand in his defense against the other miners'
+attempts to force him to drink.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The lad's about right,&quot; said the gruff old digger. &quot;If he can live out
+here without drinkin' liquor, he'll be able to buy and sell the whole of
+ye by'n'by.&quot; And so it proved, for Ned held fast to his resolution not
+to drink, and became one of the wealthiest mine owners in California.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="HODGE"></a><h2>&quot;HODGE.&quot;</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/041.png" align="left" alt="DR. JOHNSON AND HIS CAT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">DR. JOHNSON AND HIS CAT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Many have a dislike to cats; but when boys say they hate cats, it is to
+be feared that they mostly do so that they may have an excuse for
+hunting and ill-treating them. In some cases, however, there is a
+natural antipathy which those who possess it cannot help, though it
+seems very foolish and unreasonable.</p>
+
+<p>James Boswell tells us that he was &quot;unluckily one of those who have an
+antipathy to a cat,&quot; so that he was uneasy when in a room with one. It
+certainly was rather unlucky, for he was writing the life of Dr.
+Johnson, and wishing to be as much in his company as possible was
+frequently at his house. Now the Doctor had a favorite tomcat whom he
+called &quot;Hodge,&quot; and Boswell relates how he &quot;suffered from the presence
+of this same Hodge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He says, &quot;I recollect him one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast,
+apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend, smiling and half
+whistling, rubbed down his back and pulled him by the tail, and when I
+observed that he was a fine cat, saying, 'Why, yes, Sir, but I have had
+cats whom I liked better than this,' and then, as if perceiving Hodge to
+be out of countenance, he added! 'But he's a very fine cat; a very fine
+cat, indeed.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Hodge was well taken care of, and did not have to catch rats for a
+living, for the Doctor was in the habit of treating him to oysters.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="APRIL_FOOL"></a><h2>APRIL FOOL.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/043.png" align="left" alt="">
+<br style="clear: all">
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Most small boys are fond of April-fooling people. How often on the first
+day of April have we seen the small boy wrapping up a piece of wood or
+brick in the shape of a parcel bought at the store, carelessly place it
+on the sidewalk as if dropped by a passer-by, and then hide himself near
+by and wait for some one to be &quot;fooled&quot; by it.</p>
+
+<p>Dick and Frank Slemmons, one April-fool's day, concluded to get up an
+April-fool on a grander scale than usual. They procured an old pair of
+pants, a shirt, pair of boots, gloves, a dunce's cap, and a &quot;false-face&quot;
+or mask. They took these articles to their father's barn, and by
+stuffing them with straw and putting a few extra touches of paint on the
+mask, they made a hideous looking Guy. To the back of this figure, near
+the shoulders, the boys fastened a string, and when it began to grow
+dark they carried it out into the yard and placed it in a sitting
+posture on the front fence, to fool people who were passing by. Holding
+to the string they hid themselves behind the fence intending when any
+one passed to let the figure fall forward as if it were about to drop
+from the fence. But they failed to fool anybody, for the first one to
+come along was Mike, their father's hostler, who at once discovered the
+boys, and, saying &quot;Ah! see the little laddie-bucks over the fince!&quot; he
+grabbed the guy and took it along with him.</p>
+
+<p>So the boys themselves were the only ones April fooled.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="IN_A_STORM_ON_THE_SEA"></a><h2>IN A STORM ON THE SEA.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/045.png" align="left" alt="IN A STORM ON THE SEA.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">IN A STORM ON THE SEA.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Little David Loomis, only eight years old, was permitted by his father,
+Captain Loomis, to accompany 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, however, 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: &quot;Isn't God upon the ocean, just the
+same as on the land?&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_JAGUAR"></a><h2>THE JAGUAR.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/047.png" align="left" alt="THE JAGUAR WAITING FOR HIS PREY.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">THE JAGUAR WAITING FOR HIS PREY.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>The jaguar, or American tiger, as he is sometimes called, is a native of
+South America. He is beautifully spotted with rings containing smaller
+spots on a deeper ground tint. He is a ferocious and destructive beast,
+inhabits the forests, and seeks his prey by watching, or by openly
+seizing cattle or horses in the enclosures. His depredations among the
+herds of horses which graze on the prairies of Paraguay are vast and
+terrible. Swift as lightning he darts upon his prey, overthrows it by
+weight, or breaks its neck by a blow of his paw. His strength is so
+great, he can easily drag off a full-sized horse. He is an expert
+climber, and the prints of his claws have been seen on the bark at the
+top of trees fifty feet in height and without branches. He sometimes
+feeds on monkeys, but they are generally too active for him; having the
+power to swing themselves from branch to branch with wonderful
+swiftness, they are soon beyond his reach. After horses, oxen and sheep
+are his favorite prey, and his devastations among them are often very
+extensive. On account of this, efforts are constantly made to destroy
+him. He is hunted with dogs, which run him to bay, or force him to seek
+safety in a tree, where he is kept till the approach of the hunters, who
+shoot him, or disable him with their long spears.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="MILITARY_DOGS"></a><h2>MILITARY DOGS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/049.png" align="left" alt="DOG CHILDREN OF THE REGIMENT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">DOG CHILDREN OF THE REGIMENT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Big dogs, little dogs; black dogs, white dogs&mdash;all sizes and sorts of
+dogs are now carefully trained for use in the military service of France
+and Germany as messengers, scouts, and sentinels.</p>
+
+<p>These &quot;dog-children of the regiment&quot; are not chosen from any special
+breed of dogs, because that would at once cause then to be recognized,
+and so become a target for the foe whenever seen.</p>
+
+<p>These military dogs are chosen on account of the promise they give of
+&quot;individual merit,&quot; and their education is begun as early as possible.
+All are trained to silence&mdash;a most difficult lesson, and only learnt by
+long and patient teaching. In fact, it is at all times difficult to
+insure obedience when music strickes up, for the training poodles,
+fox-terriers, and collies are sorely tempted to give vocal
+accompaniment. Dogs selected for this service are thoroughly children of
+the regiment. They are never allowed to associate with civilians, or to
+let any man wearing an unknown uniform approach them. They must not
+attack strangers, but are to keep at a respectful distance from all
+such. Thus their fidelity as letter-carriers is secured.</p>
+
+<p>When on sentry duty they are taught to warn their human companions of
+the approach of any strangers within three hundred yards. Each dog has
+his regimental number on his collar.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="TRUE_TO_HIS_WORD"></a><h2>TRUE TO HIS WORD.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/051.png" align="left" alt="TAKE HENCE THE INFIDEL, SAID OMAR">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;TAKE HENCE THE INFIDEL,&quot; SAID OMAR</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>At the conquest of Susa, Harmozan, a Persian prince, the satrap of
+Ahwaz, was taken prisoner by the Arabs. When about to be taken before
+Omar, the Commander of the Faithful, he arranged himself in his most
+gorgeous apparel, wearing a crown on his head, and his embroidered silk
+robe being confined by a splendid jeweled girdle. When his conductors
+brought him to the mosque he saw Omar stretched on the ground, taking a
+mid-day sleep. When he awoke he asked their business, and they replied,
+&quot;We bring you here the king of Ahwaz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Take hence the infidel,&quot; said Omar, averting his gaze. &quot;Strip him of
+his robes, and array him in the garb of El Islam.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>This was done, and when Harmozan was again brought into the presence of
+Omar he wore the striped garments of the Arabs. After conversing a while
+he complained of being thirsty; but when a cup of water was brought he
+expressed a fear that he might be killed while drinking it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Be of good courage,&quot; said Omar! &quot;your life shall be safe till you have
+drunk this water.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Harmozan instantly dashed the cup on the ground, claiming fulfillment of
+the Caliphs word. Omar declared that this conduct deserved punishment as
+deceitful, but out of regard for his word he pardoned the Persian, who
+became a convert to the faith of El Islam.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="HUNTING_A_LION"></a><h2>HUNTING A LION.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/053.png" align="left" alt="THE LION SITS DOWN ON THE HUNTER.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">THE LION SITS DOWN ON THE HUNTER.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Some hunters near the Cape of Good Hope went in search of a lion which
+had carried off a number of cattle from the neighborhood.</p>
+
+<p>They discovered him in a thicket or jungle, and at once proceeded to
+pepper him with slugs and bullets. Regardless of the shower of balls the
+lion bounded forward, and in an instant turned the chase upon them. All
+took to their horses or their heels. One huge fellow, not nimble enough
+to mount his horse in time, was left in the rear, and was speedily run
+down by the rampant lion. He had the prudence to fling himself flat on
+the ground and lie quiet as a log. The lion sniffed at him, scratched
+him with his paw, and then quietly sat down upon his body. His routed
+companions, collecting in a band, took courage at length to face about;
+and, seeing the lion on the prostrate body of the hunter, they imagined
+that their comrade was killed, and began to concert measures for
+avenging him. After a short pause, however, the lion resigned of his own
+accord his seat of triumph, relieved his panting capture, and retreated
+towards the mountains. The party, on coming up, found their friend
+shaking his ears, unharmed, except what he had suffered from a very
+ungentlemanly piece of conduct on the part of the lion.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PURSUED_BY_INDIANS"></a><h2>PURSUED BY INDIANS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/055.png" align="left" alt="PURSUED BY NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">PURSUED BY NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Two young men who had been attached to an exploring party, out West, but
+had unwisely strayed away from their companions, were leisurely riding
+along the prairie, trying to track the footsteps of their friends, when
+they saw on the brow of a hill in their rear about a dozen Indian
+warriors, who were rapidly approaching them. There was not a moment to
+lose. The white men were unarmed, save for their hunting-knives, while
+the lances of the red men gleamed in the light of the afternoon sun.
+Putting spurs to their horses the two young men tried to escape by
+flight, but the derisive cries of the enemy showed that the distance was
+rapidly lessening between them. Nothing could have saved them had it not
+been that, just at the most critical moment, they reached a &quot;windrow,&quot; a
+strip of ground upon which a storm had hurled down the trunks of trees
+in wild confusion. Hastily abandoning their horses to their fate, the
+two friends got in among the thick fallen timber, where they concealed
+themselves, and listened breathlessly while the Indians with shouts
+pursued, and attempted to capture the coveted animals. But they did not
+succeed. A cloud of dust heralded the approach of a party of men, who
+with shouts and cries galloped into the midst of them.</p>
+
+<p>It was the exploring party, whose opportune appearance saved their
+companions' lives.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_TRUANT'S_SOLILOQUY"></a><h2>THE TRUANT'S SOLILOQUY</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/057.png" align="left" alt="ALONG THE MOUNTAIN GLADE">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;ALONG THE MOUNTAIN GLADE&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My schoolmates all are blessed to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Their lessons conning o'er;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, how I wish that I were now</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Within that school-room door!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My teacher sits beside her desk,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With a smile upon her face,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Until she looks around the room,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And sees my vacant place.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My heart is aching while I walk</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Along the mountain glade;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I love the trees, the rippling stream,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">But sigh that I have strayed.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, there's no joy in the hours of play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If snatched from the study-time;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No music in the wild-bird's song,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">While I hear the school-bell chime.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, then, I'll seek my school again,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My teacher's rules obey,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor wander, as a truant boy,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And waste another day.</span><br>
+
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="A_QUEER_FISH"></a><h2>A QUEER FISH.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/059.png" align="left" alt="A QUEER FISH.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">A QUEER FISH.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Little May's father is a fisherman. One day he brought home the funniest
+fish May ever saw. She was a little bit frightened and didn't know
+whether to laugh or cry. Her papa took her up in his lap, put an arm
+around her waist and held her fast with one hand while he kept a tight
+hold on the fish with the other.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;See, May,&quot; he said, &quot;what a queer fish this is. Would you think it
+followed the same kind of business that papa does for a living?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, papa!&quot; said May; &quot;that horrid thing a fisherman?&mdash;surely you are
+joking.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, my daughter,&quot; said the fisherman, &quot;it is no joke. With that queer
+looking rod and line fastened to its nose it angles for other fishes. It
+hides amongst the sea-weed at the bottom of the sea, and the fleshy
+shreds attached to its nose, floating about in the water, act as natural
+bait, and attract the unwary little fishes in its neighborhood, but the
+instant one of them makes a bite at the tempting morsel it is whisked
+away, and the poor fish is caught in the huge mouth of the fisherman
+fish, and crushed up by its sharp teeth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, papa!&quot; said May, &quot;what horrid big eyes it has; what a huge mouth,
+and such awfully sharp teeth! Ugh! Put it down, please, papa, for I
+really believe I am going to be frightened.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The fisherman laughed heartily, and threw the queer fish into the
+basket.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="A_PROUD_MONARCH"></a><h2>A PROUD MONARCH.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/061.png" align="left" alt="A PROUD MONARCH">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">A PROUD MONARCH</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Theodore, Emperor of Abyssinia, was raised to the throne from a very
+humble position in life. He was one of the proudest of monarchs, was
+styled &quot;King of Kings,&quot; and boasted a descent from King Solomon and the
+Queen of Sheba; a fiction devised to flatter the vanity of the royal
+house of Ethiopia.</p>
+
+<p>When this mighty emperor gave an audience he was surrounded by several
+large and fierce-looking lions, and he made a great display of his
+command over the savage creatures; but, notwithstanding their ferocious
+aspect, the animals were said to be in reality as tame as dogs. Anyway,
+they must have made a timid ambassador feel rather nervous when first
+introduced to the royal presence.</p>
+
+<p>The Abyssinians are very vain, and King Theodore thought himself greater
+than all the sovereigns in the world, and this led to his fall. Thinking
+he was not treated with sufficient respect by the British envoy and
+other Europeans, he imprisoned them all. In 1867 an expedition was
+fitted out under the command of General Napier. After encountering great
+difficulties on the march, the British troops stormed and took
+possession of Magdala without losing a single man; and the Emperor
+Theodore, seeing that all was lost, slew himself to avoid falling into
+the hands of the enemy. The captives were liberated, and for his
+services in this campaign General Napier received the title of Lord
+Napier of Magdala.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="BABYS_ANSWERS"></a><h2>BABY'S ANSWERS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/063.png" align="left" alt="WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you come from, baby dear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Out of the every-where into the here.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get your eyes so blue?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Out of the sky as I came through.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Some of the starry spikes left in.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get that little tear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;I found it waiting when I got here.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;What makes your forehead so smooth and high?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;A soft hand stroked it as I went by.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Something better than any one knows.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Three angels gave me at once a kiss.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get that pearly ear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;God spoke, and it came out to hear.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get those arms and hands?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Love made itself into hooks and bands.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;From the same body as the cherubs' wings.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;How did they all just come to be you?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;God thought about me, and so I grew.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;But how did you come to us, my dear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;God thought of you, and so I am here.&quot;</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>GEORGE MACDONALD.</b></p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="DEAR_LITTLE_BROWN-EYED_BESS"></a><h2>DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.</h2>
+<h3>A True Experience of Child-life.</h3>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/065.png" align="left" alt="DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I was working in my garden one day in the end of June,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sun shone high in the clear blue sky, and the clock had just struck noon;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I mused o'er my earliest childhood&mdash;my earliest friends, and lo,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There rose up the picture of a child in the dear dim Long-ago:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She holds in her arms a puppy, and smilingly shows it to me,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her cheeks they are rosy and chubby, all dimpled with baby glee;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her hair is dark and wavy, her brown eyes full of fun,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And she wears a blue straw bonnet to shelter from the sun.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She gathers daisies and kingcups till her pockets are more than full,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And dreams of the far-away city where she soon must go to school;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her home it is rustic and lonely in the land of the river Ness,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But she loves her rural dwelling, does dear little brown-eyed Bess.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One time&mdash;ah! how well I remember, it seems like yesterday,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dear Bessie came to visit me, just nine years past last May:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beneath the hawthorn blossoms, hearts full of childish bliss,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We vowed eternal friendship, and sealed it with a kiss;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And I plucked a bright pink rosebud to fasten in her dress&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She was six years old that summer, was dear little brown-eyed Bess.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I remember very little of all she said to me,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But I know we loved each other with childish love and free;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I remember romping gaily around some little ricks,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And fondly giving Bessie a tiny box of bricks;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I remember our long, long parting one autumn afternoon,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Bessie softly whispering, &quot;Come back and see me soon.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But alas! some wicked fairy was present with us then,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For during the days of childhood we never met again.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Six years went by, and I happened to look at my toys one day.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I came across a wooden horse with which I used to play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A little wooden pony I found in the old toy &quot;press,&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That I once had got in a present from dear little brown-eyed Bess</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Mongst the flowers I was dreaming and thinking&mdash;Was I ever to see her more?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When roused by a sound I looked and saw a carriage before the door</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I ran right out of the garden and up the wooden stair,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till I came to my own pink bedroom where I quickly smoothed my hair;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">At my heart came a rush of rapture as I hastened to brush my dress</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For who was down in the parlor? 'Twas dear little brown-eyed Bess.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Once more does our friendship flourish like the flowers in the garden-bed,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And a tall young stately maiden is in little Bessie's stead.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I look at this stately maiden I think of the bright pink moss,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I think of a foaming brooklet with a bridge of stones across;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I think of a waste of heather, a collie pup, and a cat,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the arms of a rosy baby with a blue straw sun shade hat.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I look at this stately maiden I cannot a smile suppress.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While I bless in my heart the good old times when I knew her as little Bess.</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>JEANIE P. H. SIMPSON</b></p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr>
+<center>
+<img src="images/067a.png" alt="">
+</center>
+<hr>
+<center>
+<img src="images/067b.png" alt="">
+</center>
+<hr>
+<center>
+<img src="images/070.png" alt="Inside Back Cover">
+</center>
+<br />
+<br />
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11374 ***</div>
+</body>
+</html>
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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, Fun And Frolic, by Various, Edited by E. T.
+Roe</h1>
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre>
+<p>Title: Fun And Frolic</p>
+<p>Author: Various</p>
+<p>Release Date: February 29, 2004  [eBook #11374]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: US-ASCII</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FUN AND FROLIC***</p>
+<br />
+<br />
+<center><b>E-text prepared by The Internet Archive Children's Library,<br />
+           Christine Gehring, Garrett Alley,<br />
+           and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team</b></center>
+<br />
+<br />
+<hr class="full" />
+<br />
+<br />
+<table border=0 width="100%">
+<tr>
+<td width="260">
+<img src="images/001.png" alt="Front Cover">
+</td>
+<td width="*">
+<h1>FUN AND FROLIC</h1><br>
+
+<center>
+<img src="images/005.png" alt="">
+</center>
+
+<h4>PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED.</h4><br>
+
+<h3>EDITED BY</h3>
+
+<h2>E. T. ROE</h2>
+
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<hr>
+<center>
+<img src="images/004.png" alt="">
+</center>
+<hr>
+
+<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. -->
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+<br>
+
+ <a href="#GRANDMOTHER'S_CHAIR"><b>GRANDMOTHER'S CHAIR.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#HOW_GRANDMA_SURPRISED_ELSIE"><b>HOW GRANDMA SURPRISED ELSIE.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#GOING_TO_BED"><b>GOING TO BED.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_CAT_AND_THE_PARROT"><b>THE CAT AND THE PARROT.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#BABY"><b>BABY.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_CAPTAINS_DAUGHTER"><b>THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#FUN_FOR_THE_KITTENS"><b>FUN FOR THE KITTENS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#TOMMY_GREEN_AND_TOMMY_RED"><b>TOMMY GREEN AND TOMMY RED.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#FOND_OF_CATS"><b>FOND OF CATS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_CATS_QUESTIONS"><b>THE CAT'S QUESTIONS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#SCRAMBLE"><b>"SCRAMBLE."</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#CLEVER_GOATS"><b>CLEVER GOATS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#KING_LEAR"><b>KING LEAR.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_BRITISH_MASTIFFS"><b>THE BRITISH MASTIFFS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#ON_THE_LAKES_IN_A_STORM"><b>ON THE LAKES IN A STORM.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#FRITZ"><b>FRITZ.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#NAUGHTY_WILLIE"><b>NAUGHTY WILLIE.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#NED_BENTLYS_TEMPTATION"><b>NED BENTLY'S TEMPTATION.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#HODGE"><b>"HODGE."</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#APRIL_FOOL"><b>APRIL FOOL.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#IN_A_STORM_ON_THE_SEA"><b>IN A STORM ON THE SEA.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_JAGUAR"><b>THE JAGUAR.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#MILITARY_DOGS"><b>MILITARY DOGS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#TRUE_TO_HIS_WORD"><b>TRUE TO HIS WORD.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#HUNTING_A_LION"><b>HUNTING A LION.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#PURSUED_BY_INDIANS"><b>PURSUED BY INDIANS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#THE_TRUANT'S_SOLILOQUY"><b>THE TRUANT'S SOLILOQUY</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#A_QUEER_FISH"><b>A QUEER FISH.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#A_PROUD_MONARCH"><b>A PROUD MONARCH.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#BABYS_ANSWERS"><b>BABY'S ANSWERS.</b></a><br>
+ <a href="#DEAR_LITTLE_BROWN-EYED_BESS"><b>DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.</b></a><br>
+<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. -->
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="GRANDMOTHER'S_CHAIR"></a><h2>GRANDMOTHER'S CHAIR.</h2>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Grandmother sits in her easy chair</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Softly humming some old-time air;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And as she sings, her needles keep pace</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the smiles that flit o'er her wrinkled face;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While the fire-light flickers, and fades away,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And comes again like the breaking day.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From morning till evening she knits and sings,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While ever the pendulum tireless swings</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The moments around, with its tick and stroke,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor hastes for the festal, nor lags for the yoke.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And grandmother never repines at her fate</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of being the last at the &quot;Crystal Gate.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Husband, and daughters, and sons all there,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wearing the &quot;crown and the garments fair&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Singing the songs that will never tire,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And swelling the chorus of heaven's choir;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But patiently, hopefully, bides the time</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That shall bring her at last to a fairer clime.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Grandmother's chair will be vacant soon,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For the rays of life slant far past noon;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But yonder in heaven she'll sing again,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Joining the evermore glad refrain,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wearing the &quot;crown&quot; and the &quot;garments fair,&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While we mournfully stand by her vacant chair.</span><br>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="HOW_GRANDMA_SURPRISED_ELSIE"></a><h2>HOW GRANDMA SURPRISED ELSIE.</h2>
+<br>
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/009.png" align="left" alt="GRANDMAMMA WONDERS IF SHE CAN'T MEND IT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">GRANDMAMMA WONDERS IF SHE CAN'T MEND IT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<p>Elsie Dean was four years old when she was invited to her first party.
+It was Dollie Blossom's fifth birthday, and Dollie's mamma had arranged
+for a little party in honor of the event. Of course Elsie's mamma was
+perfectly willing she should go to the party, for the Blossoms were very
+nice people, and Mrs. Dean was always glad for an occasion of enjoyment
+for her little daughter. But alas, on the day before the party was to
+occur, Elsie went to a picnic, and was so unfortunate as to tear her
+dress&mdash;the only one she had which her mamma thought was suitable for her
+to wear to the party. &quot;I am afraid you cannot go to the party, my dear,
+for now you have nothing fit to wear,&quot; said Mrs. Dean to Elsie. The
+little girl's eyes filled with tears, and her Grandmamma seemed to feel
+almost as bad about it as Elsie. But she did not wish to make the little
+girl feel any worse over her disappointment, so she made light of it and
+told her that there would probably be another birthday party soon, and
+by that time she would surely have a suitable dress to wear. Elsie was
+finally comforted, and went to bed in good spirits after kissing mamma
+and grandmamma good night.</p>
+
+<p>What was Elsie's surprise next morning, to find that her picnic dress
+had been mended &quot;good as new.&quot; She did not need to ask who did it, for
+she felt certain that it was grandmamma's work, and so it proved.
+Grandmamma remembered that she herself was a little girl once, and that
+blessed memory brought her into close sympathy with the grief and joy of
+her little granddaughter. And so Elsie, thanks to her grandmamma's tact
+and tenderness, went to Dolly Blossom's birthday party.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="GOING_TO_BED"></a><h2>GOING TO BED.</h2>
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/011.png" align=left alt="GOING TO BED.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">GOING TO BED.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The evening is coming,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The Sun sinks to rest;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The rooks are all flying</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Straight home to their nest.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Caw!&quot; says the rook, as he flies overhead:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The flowers are closing,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The daisy's asleep;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The primrose is buried</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">In slumber so deep.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Shut up for the night is the pimpernel red:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The butterfly, drowsy,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Has folded its wing;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">The bees are returning,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">No more the birds sing.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their labor is over, their nestlings are fed:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Here comes the pony,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">His work is all done;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Down through the meadow</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">He takes a good run;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Up goes his heels, and down goes his head:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Good-night, little people,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Good-night and good-night;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Sweet dreams to your eyelids,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Till dawning of light;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The evening has come, there's no more to be said:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It's time little people were going to bed!</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>T. HOOD.</b></p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+
+<a name="THE_CAT_AND_THE_PARROT"></a><h2>THE CAT AND THE PARROT.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/013.png" align="left" alt="POLLY PLAYING OFF A TRICK ON PUSS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">POLLY PLAYING OFF A TRICK ON PUSS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<p>A lady who lived in New York City owned a pet parrot and a large house
+cat. The parrot was just as full of mischief as could be. One day the
+cat and parrot had a quarrel. I think the cat had upset Polly's food, or
+something of that kind. However, they seemed all right again. An hour or
+so after Polly was on her stand, she called out in a tone of extreme
+affection, &quot;Pussy! Pussy! come here, Pussy.&quot; Pussy went and looked up
+innocently enough; Polly with her beak seized her tin of food and tipped
+its contents all over the cat, and then chuckled as poor Puss ran away
+half frightened to death.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="BABY"></a><h2>BABY.</h2>
+
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who is it coos just like a dove?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who is it that we dearly love&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The brightest blessing from above?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Our baby.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While silent watch the angels keep,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Who smiles so sweetly in his sleep,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And oft displays his dimples deep.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Our baby.</span><br>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CAPTAINS_DAUGHTER"></a><h2>THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/015.png" align="left" alt="SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We were crowded in the cabin,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Not a soul would dare to sleep,&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">It was midnight on the waters,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And a storm was on the deep.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Tis a fearful thing in winter</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To be shattered by the blast,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And to hear the rattling trumpet</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Thunder, &quot;Cut away the mast!&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So we shuddered there in silence,&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For the stoutest held his breath,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While the hungry sea was roaring,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And the breakers talked with Death.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And as thus we sat in darkness,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Each one busy with his prayers,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;We are lost!&quot; the Captain shouted,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As he staggered down the stairs.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But his little daughter whispered,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As she took his icy hand,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Isn't God upon the ocean,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Just the same as on the land?&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Then we kissed the little maiden,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we spoke in better cheer,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we anchored safe in harbor</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">When the morn was smiling clear.</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>J. T. FIELDS</b></p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FUN_FOR_THE_KITTENS"></a><h2>FUN FOR THE KITTENS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/017.png" align="left" alt="FUN FOR THE KITTENS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">FUN FOR THE KITTENS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Our cat she had five little ones,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">As every person knew;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Their names were &quot;Flossie,&quot; &quot;Snowball,&quot; &quot;Smut,&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With &quot;Kit,&quot; and little &quot;Mew.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One day on foraging intent,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">She leaped upon a cage,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But after sniffing round a while</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Vexed thoughts her mind engage.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;How very sad it is,&quot; thought she,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">&quot;That every single linnet</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Has been removed before we came!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The cage has nothing in it!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;However, I have dined to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">So now for quiet rest;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My children, you may go and play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">For frolic suits you best.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With folded paws she laid her down,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And meditative look,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While every wicked little cat</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Its own diversion took.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Said Snowball to his brother Kit,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">&quot;Get out of this&mdash;now do;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For Smut and I, we live in here,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And there's no room for you!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;And Smut feels rather sick to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">He told me so just now;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So off you go, again I say,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or there will be a row.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;And Kit, just leave that stick alone;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come, drop it now at once;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of all the cats I ever knew</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">You are the greatest dunce.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Cried little Smut, &quot;Quick, Snowball, quick!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or you will be too late;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Here's sister Flossie pushing in;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Come quick, and shut the gate.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;How strange it seems, when you and I,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Dear Snowball, are so good,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That other cats should be so pert,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Inquisitive and rude!&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Said mother Puss, &quot;This summer day</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I thought to lie at rest,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While my dear children romp and play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Which seems to suit them best.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;But really, how they snarl and fight,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And kick, and growl, and riot!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ah, well! when they are old like me</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">They'll like a little quiet.&quot;</span><br>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="TOMMY_GREEN_AND_TOMMY_RED"></a><h2>TOMMY GREEN AND TOMMY RED.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/019.png" align="left" alt="PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Tommy Green was a little boy only eight years old when his parents sent
+him to &quot;boarding school,&quot; where he was thrown into the company of boys
+older than himself. It is strange how most all boys enjoy teasing those
+who are younger than themselves.</p>
+
+<p>At Tommy's boarding school all the boys slept in one large room, on cots
+conveniently arranged. Tommy was a heavy sleeper. One morning he awoke
+with a strange feeling of stiffness about his face, and no sooner did he
+sit up in bed than a laugh rang around the whole room.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What are you laughing at?&quot;, he asked, but the boys only laughed the
+harder at his confusion. At last one little boy named Frankie Jones
+cried out &quot;Tommy, it's your face.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tommy rushed to a looking-glass, and found on his forehead and on each
+cheek an enormous dab of red paint.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Halloo, Green?&quot; shouted one of the boys, &quot;You're red now, ain't you?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Tommy was greatly teased for a while, but kept his temper, and it was
+not very long before he was joining with his school-mates to tease some
+other small boy in a similar manner.</p>
+
+<p>Such things are provoking, but it is best to treat them good-naturedly,
+as Tommy did, and not lose one's temper.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FOND_OF_CATS"></a><h2>FOND OF CATS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/021.png" align="left" alt="EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Pussy has always been a favorite in the East, but the country where she
+was held in the highest estimation, and treated with the greatest
+respect, was Egypt.</p>
+
+<p>The fondness of the Egyptians for their cats is shown in some of their
+ancient paintings where the cat is frequently seen by the side of its
+master whilst he entertains company. When a cat died the whole household
+shaved off their eyebrows in token of mourning; and its body was sent to
+the embalmers, and there made into a mummy, and afterwards buried, with
+great lamentations, in the cat-sepulchre adjoining the town.</p>
+
+<p>Heredotus, the Greek historian, who had himself spent some time in
+Egypt, and witnessed the customs of the natives, tells us that when a
+house caught fire the only care of the Egyptians was to save the lives
+of the cats, utterly regardless of the destruction of their property.</p>
+
+<p>Bubastis was the sacred city of cats, and there was the temple of the
+goddess Pasht, whose statue appeared with the head of a cat. There the
+cats reveled in luxury, for they were looked upon as living
+representatives of the divinity. The punishment for killing any sacred
+animal was death; but woe to the luckless person who even accidentally
+killed a cat? for he was set upon by the infuriated people, and torn to
+pieces without trial.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_CATS_QUESTIONS"></a><h2>THE CAT'S QUESTIONS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/023.png" align="left" alt="ARE YOU FRIEND OR FOE?">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;ARE YOU FRIEND OR FOE?&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dozing, and dozing, and dozing!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Pleasant enough,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dreaming of sweet cream and mouse-meat.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Delicate stuff!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of raids on the pantry and hen-coop,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Or light, stealthy tread</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Of cat gossips, meeting by moonlight</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">On ridge-pole or shed.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waked by a somersault, whirling,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Whirling from cushion to floor;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waked from a wild rush of safety</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">From window to door.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Waking two hands that first smooth us,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And then pull our tails;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Punished with slaps when we show them</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The length of our nails!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">These big mortal tyrants even grudge us</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">A place on the mat.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Do they think we enjoy for our music</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Staccatos of &quot;scat?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What in the world were we made for?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Man, do you know?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">By you to be petted, tormented?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Are <i>you</i> friend or foe?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To be treated now, just as you treat us,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">The question is pat,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">To take just our chances in living,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Would <i>you</i> be a cat?</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b><i>LUCY LARCOM.</i></b></p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="SCRAMBLE"></a><h2>&quot;SCRAMBLE.&quot;</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/025.png" align="left" alt="SCRAMBLE ON THE TOP OF THE WALL.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;SCRAMBLE&quot; ON THE TOP OF THE WALL.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Doctor Schroeder was a quaint old German physician, who lived in a fine
+old-fashioned house near a public play-ground. Connected with the
+doctor's premises was an extensive peach orchard, and, sad to say,
+naughty boys would sometimes climb over the orchard wall and pilfer his
+peaches. To guard against this practice the doctor had the top of his
+wall adorned with a row of very ugly iron spikes. Not far from Doctor
+Schroeder's place lived a family known as &quot;the Jones's&quot;. One member of
+the family was a small boy nicknamed &quot;Scramble;&quot; so named, I presume,
+from the fact that he was all the time scrambling over other people's
+fences and into other people's fruit trees.</p>
+
+<p>One day &quot;Scramble&quot; got caught on the spikes on top of Doctor Schroeder's
+wall, and in spite of all his efforts to get loose, the spikes held him
+fast until he was discovered and taken down by the quaint old doctor,
+almost frightened out of his wits. That is, &quot;Scramble&quot; was frightened,
+not the doctor, But to &quot;Scramble's&quot; great surprise and greater relief,
+the old German did not punish him with the terrible cane he held in his
+hand, but took him into the orchard and told him to take his pick of the
+finest fruit on the place.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Scramble&quot; felt greatly abashed over this unexpected kind treatment, and
+never again had the heart to pilfer peaches from old Doctor Schroeder.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="CLEVER_GOATS"></a><h2>CLEVER GOATS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/027.png" align="left" alt="GOATS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">GOATS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Goats sometimes do very clever tricks, which almost prove them to be
+capable of reasoning.</p>
+
+<p>A goat and her kids frequented a square in which I once lived, and were
+often fed by the servants and myself. Now and again I heard a thumping
+at the hall door, which arose from the buttings of the goat when the
+food was not forthcoming, and the mother's example was followed by her
+two little kids. After a while this grew monotonous, and no attention
+was paid to their knocking! but one day the area bell&mdash;used by the
+delivery men and callers generally, the wire of which passed by the side
+of one of the railings&mdash;was sounded. The cook answered the bell, but no
+one was there save the goat and kids, with their heads bent down towards
+the kitchen window. It was at first thought that some mischievous boy
+had rung the bell for them, but they were watched, and the old goat was
+seen to hook one of her horns into the wire and pull it. This is too
+much like reason to be ascribed to mere instinct.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="KING_LEAR"></a><h2>KING LEAR.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/029.png" align="left" alt="KING LEAR.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">KING LEAR.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Poor old King Lear, who in ancient times reigned in Britain, having in
+his old age turned over all his possessions to his two older daughters,
+Goneril and Regan, who professed to love him more than did their younger
+sister Cordelia, was by them cruelly deprived of his crown and turned
+out of his palace. None dared to give him shelter for fear of the anger
+of the two wicked queens. And though he had become blind, he was forced
+to wander over the land he once ruled, his only guide being an old and
+faithful servant. At last, in his misery and despair, he thought he
+would go to his youngest daughter, who had become queen of France, and
+see if she would take pity on him. So he crossed over to France. When
+Cordelia heard of her father's woeful plight, and of her sisters'
+cruelty to him, she wept for sorrow, and at once sent him everything
+needful for his comfort. She and her husband then set out to meet him,
+surrounded by their soldiers and followers, and brought him in great
+state to the palace, and honored him as a king in their land.</p>
+
+<p>The King of France soon gathered an army and invaded Britain. The two
+ungrateful daughters and their husbands were killed, King Lear was
+restored to his throne, and when he died Cordelia succeeded him in the
+kingdom.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_BRITISH_MASTIFFS"></a><h2>THE BRITISH MASTIFFS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/031.png" align="left" alt="ANCIENT BRITISH SOLDIER AND MASTIFF.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">ANCIENT BRITISH SOLDIER AND MASTIFF.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>When the Romans invaded Britain they found that the natives had a breed
+of large fierce dogs, who would fight bravely for their masters; these
+animals they called <i>pugnaces</i>, or fighting dogs, and from them the
+modern English mastiff is descended.</p>
+
+<p>Soon after the conquest of the island some of the British mastiffs were
+sent to Rome, where their sagacity, strength and courage excited so much
+admiration, that an imperial officer was appointed to reside in Britain
+for the express purpose of selecting the finest dogs to fight with other
+animals for the amusement of the vast crowds assembled in the Colosseum.
+The strongest dogs previously known to the Romans were the Molossian
+dogs of Epirus, which in their native country were trained by their
+masters to fight in battle, but when they were matched against the
+British mastiffs they were thoroughly beaten. The dogs of Britain were
+then pitted against various wild beasts; and it was said that three of
+them were a match for a bear and four for a lion. And so famous were
+they for courage, that the Gauls imported them, and trained them for
+war, and used them in their battles.</p>
+
+<p>The British mastiff is no longer trained to fight in battle, but his
+character for sagacity and fidelity as well as courage, is as high as it
+was in the days of the Romans.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="ON_THE_LAKES_IN_A_STORM"></a><h2>ON THE LAKES IN A STORM.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/033.png" align="left" alt="NOW FOR IT! OVER WITH YOU!">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;NOW FOR IT! OVER WITH YOU!&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Some minutes before sunrise we went aboard our boat and took our places
+for a long pull up the lakes. There were two sets of rowlocks, with oars
+to match. Fred took one pair and Farr the other. Spot lay down on Farr's
+coat behind his master. I took the stern seat and steering oar. Scott
+had the bow seat and a paddle.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All ready!&quot; cried Fred, cheerily. &quot;Give way! one, two, three, and away
+we go!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>By the time we were fairly out on the lake there was quite a &quot;sea.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>We made for Birch Island. The swells threw us about amazingly. There is
+much strength and friskiness in these fresh-water surges. Those were
+wild moments. Fred, Farr and Scott were pulling with might and main. The
+spray flew over us; the spatters drenched us. I expected every moment
+that we should be swamped. And as we drew near the island our case
+seemed not much improved. The waves broke against it fiercely.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;It won't do to let her run on there!&quot; exclaimed Farr. &quot;It will swamp
+her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Yes,&quot; said Fred; &quot;but it is not deep water. Sit still and pull till I
+give the word, then jump out, everybody, and ease her ashore.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now for it! Over with you!&quot; he shouted, a moment afterwards.</p>
+
+<p>We leaped out, and carried the boat by main strength high upon the
+land.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="FRITZ"></a><h2>FRITZ.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/035.png" align="left" alt="FRITZ COVERING UP HIS FOOD.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">FRITZ COVERING UP HIS FOOD.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Fritz is a beautiful light-blue grey cat. He is the especial pet of his
+master's little daughter, and therefore has many privileges about the
+house not usually accorded to cats. Among these special privileges is
+that of having his food in the dining-room. Fritz has many
+peculiarities, the chief being that he thinks that he is covering up the
+food that remains after he has eaten all he wishes, a habit of wild cats
+which is well known.</p>
+
+<p>He stands over the plate which contains the remains of his repast and
+scratches perfectly imaginary dust or mould over it.</p>
+
+<p>This he does all round the plate, and after a curious look at it to see
+that it is all right, and it <i>is</i> covered up, he walks leisurely away.
+How strange it is that these traces of a wild state are so often to be
+seen in animals which have been domesticated for long generations! Fritz
+had no need to cover up his food, even if the dirt or mould were there
+for the purpose, for he is sure of getting plenty more when he wants it.
+It was simply from the force of habit, a habit not his own, but his
+ancestors, that he went through the motions.</p>
+
+<p>What a forcible illustration of the power of habit!</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="NAUGHTY_WILLIE"></a><h2>NAUGHTY WILLIE.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/037.png" align="left" alt="NAUGHTY WILLIE.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">NAUGHTY WILLIE.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Willie got punished at school to-day!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">What did he do?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Why, he drew on his slate, in a comical way,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Pictures of horses and oxen, and they</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Seemed to be dancing a real Irish jig!</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Yes, and he, too, had a little wee pig</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Down in the corner, as cute as could be;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All of us laughed such a picture to see!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That was the morning before recess,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When he threw paper balls at sly little Bess;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And one hit her plump on her fat little nose,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And made us all laugh, as you may well suppose;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And he pulled some one's hair as they went out to spell,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But who cried out nobody would tell.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And then, let me see; why he stepped on my toes,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And balanced his book on the tip of his nose</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When the teacher wasn't looking, and then, O, dear me,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">He made some whiskers as black as could be</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">With the cork of the ink-bottle rubbed on his cheek,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And we all laughed till we hardly could speak.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The teacher caught him, and punished him well;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Not half the words that were his could he spell;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And in the arithmetic he had to guess</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Half of the answers and wished they were less.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">All he has gained by his actions to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is a black mark and his ill-timed play.</span><br>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="NED_BENTLYS_TEMPTATION"></a><h2>NED BENTLY'S TEMPTATION.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/039.png" align="left" alt="NED REFUSING TO DRINK WITH THE MINERS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">NED REFUSING TO DRINK WITH THE MINERS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>When Ned Bently was a boy of about fifteen years of age he lost both of
+his parents by yellow fever, in New Orleans. The only remaining relative
+he had was a bachelor uncle, living in the mining regions of California.
+Ned worked his way on board a ship, as a sailor boy, to San Francisco,
+and finally arrived at the diggings where his uncle was engaged in
+mining. In those early days of California mine digging the miners were
+generally a very rough class of men. So it happened that soon after
+Ned's arrival a great gruff &quot;digger&quot; offered to treat Ned to a drink of
+liquor, and became very angry because he refused to touch it.</p>
+
+<p>Ned scarcely shut his eyes all that night, for he was dreadfully afraid
+that the miners might yet force him to drink of that which he had been
+taught was certain ruin to body and soul. But to Ned's great surprise
+and joy, next morning the very man who the night before had offered to
+treat him took a bold stand in his defense against the other miners'
+attempts to force him to drink.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The lad's about right,&quot; said the gruff old digger. &quot;If he can live out
+here without drinkin' liquor, he'll be able to buy and sell the whole of
+ye by'n'by.&quot; And so it proved, for Ned held fast to his resolution not
+to drink, and became one of the wealthiest mine owners in California.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="HODGE"></a><h2>&quot;HODGE.&quot;</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/041.png" align="left" alt="DR. JOHNSON AND HIS CAT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">DR. JOHNSON AND HIS CAT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Many have a dislike to cats; but when boys say they hate cats, it is to
+be feared that they mostly do so that they may have an excuse for
+hunting and ill-treating them. In some cases, however, there is a
+natural antipathy which those who possess it cannot help, though it
+seems very foolish and unreasonable.</p>
+
+<p>James Boswell tells us that he was &quot;unluckily one of those who have an
+antipathy to a cat,&quot; so that he was uneasy when in a room with one. It
+certainly was rather unlucky, for he was writing the life of Dr.
+Johnson, and wishing to be as much in his company as possible was
+frequently at his house. Now the Doctor had a favorite tomcat whom he
+called &quot;Hodge,&quot; and Boswell relates how he &quot;suffered from the presence
+of this same Hodge.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He says, &quot;I recollect him one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast,
+apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend, smiling and half
+whistling, rubbed down his back and pulled him by the tail, and when I
+observed that he was a fine cat, saying, 'Why, yes, Sir, but I have had
+cats whom I liked better than this,' and then, as if perceiving Hodge to
+be out of countenance, he added! 'But he's a very fine cat; a very fine
+cat, indeed.'&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Hodge was well taken care of, and did not have to catch rats for a
+living, for the Doctor was in the habit of treating him to oysters.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="APRIL_FOOL"></a><h2>APRIL FOOL.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/043.png" align="left" alt="">
+<br style="clear: all">
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Most small boys are fond of April-fooling people. How often on the first
+day of April have we seen the small boy wrapping up a piece of wood or
+brick in the shape of a parcel bought at the store, carelessly place it
+on the sidewalk as if dropped by a passer-by, and then hide himself near
+by and wait for some one to be &quot;fooled&quot; by it.</p>
+
+<p>Dick and Frank Slemmons, one April-fool's day, concluded to get up an
+April-fool on a grander scale than usual. They procured an old pair of
+pants, a shirt, pair of boots, gloves, a dunce's cap, and a &quot;false-face&quot;
+or mask. They took these articles to their father's barn, and by
+stuffing them with straw and putting a few extra touches of paint on the
+mask, they made a hideous looking Guy. To the back of this figure, near
+the shoulders, the boys fastened a string, and when it began to grow
+dark they carried it out into the yard and placed it in a sitting
+posture on the front fence, to fool people who were passing by. Holding
+to the string they hid themselves behind the fence intending when any
+one passed to let the figure fall forward as if it were about to drop
+from the fence. But they failed to fool anybody, for the first one to
+come along was Mike, their father's hostler, who at once discovered the
+boys, and, saying &quot;Ah! see the little laddie-bucks over the fince!&quot; he
+grabbed the guy and took it along with him.</p>
+
+<p>So the boys themselves were the only ones April fooled.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="IN_A_STORM_ON_THE_SEA"></a><h2>IN A STORM ON THE SEA.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/045.png" align="left" alt="IN A STORM ON THE SEA.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">IN A STORM ON THE SEA.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Little David Loomis, only eight years old, was permitted by his father,
+Captain Loomis, to accompany 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, however, 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: &quot;Isn't God upon the ocean, just the
+same as on the land?&quot;</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_JAGUAR"></a><h2>THE JAGUAR.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/047.png" align="left" alt="THE JAGUAR WAITING FOR HIS PREY.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">THE JAGUAR WAITING FOR HIS PREY.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>The jaguar, or American tiger, as he is sometimes called, is a native of
+South America. He is beautifully spotted with rings containing smaller
+spots on a deeper ground tint. He is a ferocious and destructive beast,
+inhabits the forests, and seeks his prey by watching, or by openly
+seizing cattle or horses in the enclosures. His depredations among the
+herds of horses which graze on the prairies of Paraguay are vast and
+terrible. Swift as lightning he darts upon his prey, overthrows it by
+weight, or breaks its neck by a blow of his paw. His strength is so
+great, he can easily drag off a full-sized horse. He is an expert
+climber, and the prints of his claws have been seen on the bark at the
+top of trees fifty feet in height and without branches. He sometimes
+feeds on monkeys, but they are generally too active for him; having the
+power to swing themselves from branch to branch with wonderful
+swiftness, they are soon beyond his reach. After horses, oxen and sheep
+are his favorite prey, and his devastations among them are often very
+extensive. On account of this, efforts are constantly made to destroy
+him. He is hunted with dogs, which run him to bay, or force him to seek
+safety in a tree, where he is kept till the approach of the hunters, who
+shoot him, or disable him with their long spears.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="MILITARY_DOGS"></a><h2>MILITARY DOGS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/049.png" align="left" alt="DOG CHILDREN OF THE REGIMENT.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">DOG CHILDREN OF THE REGIMENT.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Big dogs, little dogs; black dogs, white dogs&mdash;all sizes and sorts of
+dogs are now carefully trained for use in the military service of France
+and Germany as messengers, scouts, and sentinels.</p>
+
+<p>These &quot;dog-children of the regiment&quot; are not chosen from any special
+breed of dogs, because that would at once cause then to be recognized,
+and so become a target for the foe whenever seen.</p>
+
+<p>These military dogs are chosen on account of the promise they give of
+&quot;individual merit,&quot; and their education is begun as early as possible.
+All are trained to silence&mdash;a most difficult lesson, and only learnt by
+long and patient teaching. In fact, it is at all times difficult to
+insure obedience when music strickes up, for the training poodles,
+fox-terriers, and collies are sorely tempted to give vocal
+accompaniment. Dogs selected for this service are thoroughly children of
+the regiment. They are never allowed to associate with civilians, or to
+let any man wearing an unknown uniform approach them. They must not
+attack strangers, but are to keep at a respectful distance from all
+such. Thus their fidelity as letter-carriers is secured.</p>
+
+<p>When on sentry duty they are taught to warn their human companions of
+the approach of any strangers within three hundred yards. Each dog has
+his regimental number on his collar.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="TRUE_TO_HIS_WORD"></a><h2>TRUE TO HIS WORD.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/051.png" align="left" alt="TAKE HENCE THE INFIDEL, SAID OMAR">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;TAKE HENCE THE INFIDEL,&quot; SAID OMAR</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>At the conquest of Susa, Harmozan, a Persian prince, the satrap of
+Ahwaz, was taken prisoner by the Arabs. When about to be taken before
+Omar, the Commander of the Faithful, he arranged himself in his most
+gorgeous apparel, wearing a crown on his head, and his embroidered silk
+robe being confined by a splendid jeweled girdle. When his conductors
+brought him to the mosque he saw Omar stretched on the ground, taking a
+mid-day sleep. When he awoke he asked their business, and they replied,
+&quot;We bring you here the king of Ahwaz.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Take hence the infidel,&quot; said Omar, averting his gaze. &quot;Strip him of
+his robes, and array him in the garb of El Islam.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>This was done, and when Harmozan was again brought into the presence of
+Omar he wore the striped garments of the Arabs. After conversing a while
+he complained of being thirsty; but when a cup of water was brought he
+expressed a fear that he might be killed while drinking it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Be of good courage,&quot; said Omar! &quot;your life shall be safe till you have
+drunk this water.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Harmozan instantly dashed the cup on the ground, claiming fulfillment of
+the Caliphs word. Omar declared that this conduct deserved punishment as
+deceitful, but out of regard for his word he pardoned the Persian, who
+became a convert to the faith of El Islam.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="HUNTING_A_LION"></a><h2>HUNTING A LION.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/053.png" align="left" alt="THE LION SITS DOWN ON THE HUNTER.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">THE LION SITS DOWN ON THE HUNTER.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Some hunters near the Cape of Good Hope went in search of a lion which
+had carried off a number of cattle from the neighborhood.</p>
+
+<p>They discovered him in a thicket or jungle, and at once proceeded to
+pepper him with slugs and bullets. Regardless of the shower of balls the
+lion bounded forward, and in an instant turned the chase upon them. All
+took to their horses or their heels. One huge fellow, not nimble enough
+to mount his horse in time, was left in the rear, and was speedily run
+down by the rampant lion. He had the prudence to fling himself flat on
+the ground and lie quiet as a log. The lion sniffed at him, scratched
+him with his paw, and then quietly sat down upon his body. His routed
+companions, collecting in a band, took courage at length to face about;
+and, seeing the lion on the prostrate body of the hunter, they imagined
+that their comrade was killed, and began to concert measures for
+avenging him. After a short pause, however, the lion resigned of his own
+accord his seat of triumph, relieved his panting capture, and retreated
+towards the mountains. The party, on coming up, found their friend
+shaking his ears, unharmed, except what he had suffered from a very
+ungentlemanly piece of conduct on the part of the lion.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="PURSUED_BY_INDIANS"></a><h2>PURSUED BY INDIANS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/055.png" align="left" alt="PURSUED BY NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">PURSUED BY NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Two young men who had been attached to an exploring party, out West, but
+had unwisely strayed away from their companions, were leisurely riding
+along the prairie, trying to track the footsteps of their friends, when
+they saw on the brow of a hill in their rear about a dozen Indian
+warriors, who were rapidly approaching them. There was not a moment to
+lose. The white men were unarmed, save for their hunting-knives, while
+the lances of the red men gleamed in the light of the afternoon sun.
+Putting spurs to their horses the two young men tried to escape by
+flight, but the derisive cries of the enemy showed that the distance was
+rapidly lessening between them. Nothing could have saved them had it not
+been that, just at the most critical moment, they reached a &quot;windrow,&quot; a
+strip of ground upon which a storm had hurled down the trunks of trees
+in wild confusion. Hastily abandoning their horses to their fate, the
+two friends got in among the thick fallen timber, where they concealed
+themselves, and listened breathlessly while the Indians with shouts
+pursued, and attempted to capture the coveted animals. But they did not
+succeed. A cloud of dust heralded the approach of a party of men, who
+with shouts and cries galloped into the midst of them.</p>
+
+<p>It was the exploring party, whose opportune appearance saved their
+companions' lives.</p>
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="THE_TRUANT'S_SOLILOQUY"></a><h2>THE TRUANT'S SOLILOQUY</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/057.png" align="left" alt="ALONG THE MOUNTAIN GLADE">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;ALONG THE MOUNTAIN GLADE&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My schoolmates all are blessed to-day,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Their lessons conning o'er;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, how I wish that I were now</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Within that school-room door!</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My teacher sits beside her desk,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">With a smile upon her face,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Until she looks around the room,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And sees my vacant place.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">My heart is aching while I walk</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Along the mountain glade;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I love the trees, the rippling stream,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">But sigh that I have strayed.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, there's no joy in the hours of play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">If snatched from the study-time;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">No music in the wild-bird's song,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">While I hear the school-bell chime.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">O, then, I'll seek my school again,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My teacher's rules obey,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Nor wander, as a truant boy,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And waste another day.</span><br>
+
+
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="A_QUEER_FISH"></a><h2>A QUEER FISH.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/059.png" align="left" alt="A QUEER FISH.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">A QUEER FISH.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Little May's father is a fisherman. One day he brought home the funniest
+fish May ever saw. She was a little bit frightened and didn't know
+whether to laugh or cry. Her papa took her up in his lap, put an arm
+around her waist and held her fast with one hand while he kept a tight
+hold on the fish with the other.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;See, May,&quot; he said, &quot;what a queer fish this is. Would you think it
+followed the same kind of business that papa does for a living?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, papa!&quot; said May; &quot;that horrid thing a fisherman?&mdash;surely you are
+joking.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;No, my daughter,&quot; said the fisherman, &quot;it is no joke. With that queer
+looking rod and line fastened to its nose it angles for other fishes. It
+hides amongst the sea-weed at the bottom of the sea, and the fleshy
+shreds attached to its nose, floating about in the water, act as natural
+bait, and attract the unwary little fishes in its neighborhood, but the
+instant one of them makes a bite at the tempting morsel it is whisked
+away, and the poor fish is caught in the huge mouth of the fisherman
+fish, and crushed up by its sharp teeth.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, papa!&quot; said May, &quot;what horrid big eyes it has; what a huge mouth,
+and such awfully sharp teeth! Ugh! Put it down, please, papa, for I
+really believe I am going to be frightened.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>The fisherman laughed heartily, and threw the queer fish into the
+basket.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="A_PROUD_MONARCH"></a><h2>A PROUD MONARCH.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=left>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/061.png" align="left" alt="A PROUD MONARCH">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">A PROUD MONARCH</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Theodore, Emperor of Abyssinia, was raised to the throne from a very
+humble position in life. He was one of the proudest of monarchs, was
+styled &quot;King of Kings,&quot; and boasted a descent from King Solomon and the
+Queen of Sheba; a fiction devised to flatter the vanity of the royal
+house of Ethiopia.</p>
+
+<p>When this mighty emperor gave an audience he was surrounded by several
+large and fierce-looking lions, and he made a great display of his
+command over the savage creatures; but, notwithstanding their ferocious
+aspect, the animals were said to be in reality as tame as dogs. Anyway,
+they must have made a timid ambassador feel rather nervous when first
+introduced to the royal presence.</p>
+
+<p>The Abyssinians are very vain, and King Theodore thought himself greater
+than all the sovereigns in the world, and this led to his fall. Thinking
+he was not treated with sufficient respect by the British envoy and
+other Europeans, he imprisoned them all. In 1867 an expedition was
+fitted out under the command of General Napier. After encountering great
+difficulties on the march, the British troops stormed and took
+possession of Magdala without losing a single man; and the Emperor
+Theodore, seeing that all was lost, slew himself to avoid falling into
+the hands of the enemy. The captives were liberated, and for his
+services in this campaign General Napier received the title of Lord
+Napier of Magdala.</p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="BABYS_ANSWERS"></a><h2>BABY'S ANSWERS.</h2>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/063.png" align="left" alt="WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">&quot;WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?&quot;</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you come from, baby dear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Out of the every-where into the here.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get your eyes so blue?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Out of the sky as I came through.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Some of the starry spikes left in.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get that little tear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;I found it waiting when I got here.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;What makes your forehead so smooth and high?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;A soft hand stroked it as I went by.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Something better than any one knows.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Three angels gave me at once a kiss.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get that pearly ear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;God spoke, and it came out to hear.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Where did you get those arms and hands?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Love made itself into hooks and bands.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;From the same body as the cherubs' wings.&quot;</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;How did they all just come to be you?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;God thought about me, and so I grew.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;But how did you come to us, my dear?&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">&quot;God thought of you, and so I am here.&quot;</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>GEORGE MACDONALD.</b></p>
+
+<br style="clear: all">
+<hr style="width: 65%;">
+<a name="DEAR_LITTLE_BROWN-EYED_BESS"></a><h2>DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.</h2>
+<h3>A True Experience of Child-life.</h3>
+
+<table border=0 width="250" align=right>
+<tr>
+<td>
+<center>
+<img src="images/065.png" align="left" alt="DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.">
+<br style="clear: all">
+<p style="text-indent: 0; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0">
+<b><font size="2">DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.</font></b>
+</p>
+</center>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<br style="clear: left">
+
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I was working in my garden one day in the end of June,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The sun shone high in the clear blue sky, and the clock had just struck noon;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I mused o'er my earliest childhood&mdash;my earliest friends, and lo,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">There rose up the picture of a child in the dear dim Long-ago:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She holds in her arms a puppy, and smilingly shows it to me,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her cheeks they are rosy and chubby, all dimpled with baby glee;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her hair is dark and wavy, her brown eyes full of fun,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And she wears a blue straw bonnet to shelter from the sun.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She gathers daisies and kingcups till her pockets are more than full,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And dreams of the far-away city where she soon must go to school;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Her home it is rustic and lonely in the land of the river Ness,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But she loves her rural dwelling, does dear little brown-eyed Bess.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">One time&mdash;ah! how well I remember, it seems like yesterday,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Dear Bessie came to visit me, just nine years past last May:</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Beneath the hawthorn blossoms, hearts full of childish bliss,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">We vowed eternal friendship, and sealed it with a kiss;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And I plucked a bright pink rosebud to fasten in her dress&mdash;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">She was six years old that summer, was dear little brown-eyed Bess.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I remember very little of all she said to me,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But I know we loved each other with childish love and free;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I remember romping gaily around some little ricks,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And fondly giving Bessie a tiny box of bricks;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I remember our long, long parting one autumn afternoon,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And Bessie softly whispering, &quot;Come back and see me soon.&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But alas! some wicked fairy was present with us then,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For during the days of childhood we never met again.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Six years went by, and I happened to look at my toys one day.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I came across a wooden horse with which I used to play,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">A little wooden pony I found in the old toy &quot;press,&quot;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That I once had got in a present from dear little brown-eyed Bess</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Mongst the flowers I was dreaming and thinking&mdash;Was I ever to see her more?</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When roused by a sound I looked and saw a carriage before the door</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I ran right out of the garden and up the wooden stair,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Till I came to my own pink bedroom where I quickly smoothed my hair;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">At my heart came a rush of rapture as I hastened to brush my dress</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">For who was down in the parlor? 'Twas dear little brown-eyed Bess.</span><br>
+<br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Once more does our friendship flourish like the flowers in the garden-bed,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And a tall young stately maiden is in little Bessie's stead.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I look at this stately maiden I think of the bright pink moss,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I think of a foaming brooklet with a bridge of stones across;</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I think of a waste of heather, a collie pup, and a cat,</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">In the arms of a rosy baby with a blue straw sun shade hat.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">When I look at this stately maiden I cannot a smile suppress.</span><br>
+<span style="margin-left: 2em;">While I bless in my heart the good old times when I knew her as little Bess.</span><br>
+
+<p style="text-align: right"><b>JEANIE P. H. SIMPSON</b></p>
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, Fun And Frolic, by Various, Edited by E. T.
+Roe
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+
+
+
+Title: Fun And Frolic
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: February 29, 2004  [eBook #11374]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: US-ASCII
+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FUN AND FROLIC***
+
+
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+Gehring, Garrett Alley, and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed
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+
+
+FUN AND FROLIC
+
+PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED.
+
+EDITED BY E. T. ROE
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+GRANDMOTHER'S CHAIR.
+
+
+    Grandmother sits in her easy chair
+    Softly humming some old-time air;
+    And as she sings, her needles keep pace
+    With the smiles that flit o'er her wrinkled face;
+    While the fire-light flickers, and fades away,
+    And comes again like the breaking day.
+
+    From morning till evening she knits and sings,
+    While ever the pendulum tireless swings
+    The moments around, with its tick and stroke,
+    Nor hastes for the festal, nor lags for the yoke.
+    And grandmother never repines at her fate
+    Of being the last at the "Crystal Gate."
+
+    Husband, and daughters, and sons all there,
+    Wearing the "crown and the garments fair"
+    Singing the songs that will never tire,
+    And swelling the chorus of heaven's choir;
+    But patiently, hopefully, bides the time
+    That shall bring her at last to a fairer clime.
+
+    Grandmother's chair will be vacant soon,
+    For the rays of life slant far past noon;
+    But yonder in heaven she'll sing again,
+    Joining the evermore glad refrain,
+    Wearing the "crown" and the "garments fair,"
+    While we mournfully stand by her vacant chair.
+
+
+
+
+HOW GRANDMA SURPRISED ELSIE.
+
+
+Elsie Dean was four years old when she was invited to her first party.
+It was Dollie Blossom's fifth birthday, and Dollie's mamma had arranged
+for a little party in honor of the event. Of course Elsie's mamma was
+perfectly willing she should go to the party, for the Blossoms were very
+nice people, and Mrs. Dean was always glad for an occasion of enjoyment
+for her little daughter. But alas, on the day before the party was to
+occur, Elsie went to a picnic, and was so unfortunate as to tear her
+dress--the only one she had which her mamma thought was suitable for her
+to wear to the party. "I am afraid you cannot go to the party, my dear,
+for now you have nothing fit to wear," said Mrs. Dean to Elsie. The
+little girl's eyes filled with tears, and her Grandmamma seemed to feel
+almost as bad about it as Elsie. But she did not wish to make the little
+girl feel any worse over her disappointment, so she made light of it and
+told her that there would probably be another birthday party soon, and
+by that time she would surely have a suitable dress to wear. Elsie was
+finally comforted, and went to bed in good spirits after kissing mamma
+and grandmamma good night.
+
+What was Elsie's surprise next morning, to find that her picnic dress
+had been mended "good as new." She did not need to ask who did it, for
+she felt certain that it was grandmamma's work, and so it proved.
+Grandmamma remembered that she herself was a little girl once, and that
+blessed memory brought her into close sympathy with the grief and joy of
+her little granddaughter. And so Elsie, thanks to her grandmamma's tact
+and tenderness, went to Dolly Blossom's birthday party.
+
+[Illustration: GRANDMAMMA WONDERS IF SHE CAN'T MEND IT.]
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO BED.
+
+
+        The evening is coming,
+          The Sun sinks to rest;
+        The rooks are all flying
+          Straight home to their nest.
+    "Caw!" says the rook, as he flies overhead:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        The flowers are closing,
+          The daisy's asleep;
+        The primrose is buried
+          In slumber so deep.
+    Shut up for the night is the pimpernel red:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        The butterfly, drowsy,
+          Has folded its wing;
+        The bees are returning,
+          No more the birds sing.
+    Their labor is over, their nestlings are fed:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        Here comes the pony,
+          His work is all done;
+        Down through the meadow
+          He takes a good run;
+    Up goes his heels, and down goes his head:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+        Good-night, little people,
+          Good-night and good-night;
+        Sweet dreams to your eyelids,
+          Till dawning of light;
+    The evening has come, there's no more to be said:
+    It's time little people were going to bed!
+
+T. HOOD.
+
+[Illustration: GOING TO BED.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CAT AND THE PARROT.
+
+
+A lady who lived in New York City owned a pet parrot and a large house
+cat. The parrot was just as full of mischief as could be. One day the
+cat and parrot had a quarrel. I think the cat had upset Polly's food, or
+something of that kind. However, they seemed all right again. An hour or
+so after Polly was on her stand, she called out in a tone of extreme
+affection, "Pussy! Pussy! come here, Pussy." Pussy went and looked up
+innocently enough; Polly with her beak seized her tin of food and tipped
+its contents all over the cat, and then chuckled as poor Puss ran away
+half frightened to death.
+
+
+
+
+BABY.
+
+
+    Who is it coos just like a dove?
+    Who is it that we dearly love--
+    The brightest blessing from above?
+          Our baby.
+
+    While silent watch the angels keep,
+    Who smiles so sweetly in his sleep,
+    And oft displays his dimples deep.
+          Our baby.
+
+[Illustration: POLLY PLAYING OFF A TRICK ON PUSS.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.
+
+
+    We were crowded in the cabin,
+      Not a soul would dare to sleep,--
+    It was midnight on the waters,
+    And a storm was on the deep.
+
+    'Tis a fearful thing in winter
+      To be shattered by the blast,
+    And to hear the rattling trumpet
+      Thunder, "Cut away the mast!"
+
+    So we shuddered there in silence,--
+      For the stoutest held his breath,
+    While the hungry sea was roaring,
+      And the breakers talked with Death.
+
+    And as thus we sat in darkness,
+      Each one busy with his prayers,
+    "We are lost!" the Captain shouted,
+      As he staggered down the stairs.
+
+    But his little daughter whispered,
+      As she took his icy hand,
+    "Isn't God upon the ocean,
+      Just the same as on the land?"
+
+    Then we kissed the little maiden,
+    And we spoke in better cheer,
+    And we anchored safe in harbor
+      When the morn was smiling clear.
+
+J. T. FIELDS
+
+[Illustration: SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.]
+
+
+
+
+FUN FOR THE KITTENS.
+
+
+    Our cat she had five little ones,
+      As every person knew;
+    Their names were "Flossie," "Snowball," "Smut,"
+      With "Kit," and little "Mew."
+
+    One day on foraging intent,
+      She leaped upon a cage,
+    But after sniffing round a while
+      Vexed thoughts her mind engage.
+
+    "How very sad it is," thought she,
+      "That every single linnet
+    Has been removed before we came!
+      The cage has nothing in it!
+
+    "However, I have dined to-day,
+      So now for quiet rest;
+    My children, you may go and play,
+      For frolic suits you best."
+
+    With folded paws she laid her down,
+      And meditative look,
+    While every wicked little cat
+      Its own diversion took.
+
+    Said Snowball to his brother Kit,
+      "Get out of this--now do;
+    For Smut and I, we live in here,
+      And there's no room for you!
+
+    "And Smut feels rather sick to-day,
+      He told me so just now;
+    So off you go, again I say,
+      Or there will be a row.
+
+    "And Kit, just leave that stick alone;
+      Come, drop it now at once;
+    Of all the cats I ever knew
+      You are the greatest dunce."
+
+    Cried little Smut, "Quick, Snowball, quick!
+      Or you will be too late;
+    Here's sister Flossie pushing in;
+      Come quick, and shut the gate."
+
+    "How strange it seems, when you and I,
+      Dear Snowball, are so good,
+    That other cats should be so pert,
+      Inquisitive and rude!"
+
+    Said mother Puss, "This summer day
+      I thought to lie at rest,
+    While my dear children romp and play,
+      Which seems to suit them best.
+
+    "But really, how they snarl and fight,
+      And kick, and growl, and riot!
+    Ah, well! when they are old like me
+      They'll like a little quiet."
+
+[Illustration: FUN FOR THE KITTENS.]
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY GREEN AND TOMMY RED.
+
+
+Tommy Green was a little boy only eight years old when his parents sent
+him to "boarding school," where he was thrown into the company of boys
+older than himself. It is strange how most all boys enjoy teasing those
+who are younger than themselves.
+
+At Tommy's boarding school all the boys slept in one large room, on cots
+conveniently arranged. Tommy was a heavy sleeper. One morning he awoke
+with a strange feeling of stiffness about his face, and no sooner did he
+sit up in bed than a laugh rang around the whole room.
+
+"What are you laughing at?", he asked, but the boys only laughed the
+harder at his confusion. At last one little boy named Frankie Jones
+cried out "Tommy, it's your face."
+
+Tommy rushed to a looking-glass, and found on his forehead and on each
+cheek an enormous dab of red paint.
+
+"Halloo, Green?" shouted one of the boys, "You're red now, ain't you?"
+
+Tommy was greatly teased for a while, but kept his temper, and it was
+not very long before he was joining with his school-mates to tease some
+other small boy in a similar manner.
+
+Such things are provoking, but it is best to treat them good-naturedly,
+as Tommy did, and not lose one's temper.
+
+[Illustration: PAINTING TOMMY'S FACE.]
+
+
+
+
+FOND OF CATS.
+
+
+Pussy has always been a favorite in the East, but the country where she
+was held in the highest estimation, and treated with the greatest
+respect, was Egypt.
+
+The fondness of the Egyptians for their cats is shown in some of their
+ancient paintings where the cat is frequently seen by the side of its
+master whilst he entertains company. When a cat died the whole household
+shaved off their eyebrows in token of mourning; and its body was sent to
+the embalmers, and there made into a mummy, and afterwards buried, with
+great lamentations, in the cat-sepulchre adjoining the town.
+
+Heredotus, the Greek historian, who had himself spent some time in
+Egypt, and witnessed the customs of the natives, tells us that when a
+house caught fire the only care of the Egyptians was to save the lives
+of the cats, utterly regardless of the destruction of their property.
+
+Bubastis was the sacred city of cats, and there was the temple of the
+goddess Pasht, whose statue appeared with the head of a cat. There the
+cats reveled in luxury, for they were looked upon as living
+representatives of the divinity. The punishment for killing any sacred
+animal was death; but woe to the luckless person who even accidentally
+killed a cat? for he was set upon by the infuriated people, and torn to
+pieces without trial.
+
+[Illustration: EGYPTIAN SAVING HIS CAT.]
+
+
+
+
+THE CAT'S QUESTIONS.
+
+
+    Dozing, and dozing, and dozing!
+      Pleasant enough,
+    Dreaming of sweet cream and mouse-meat.
+      Delicate stuff!
+
+    Of raids on the pantry and hen-coop,
+      Or light, stealthy tread
+    Of cat gossips, meeting by moonlight
+      On ridge-pole or shed.
+
+    Waked by a somersault, whirling,
+      Whirling from cushion to floor;
+    Waked from a wild rush of safety
+      From window to door.
+
+    Waking two hands that first smooth us,
+     And then pull our tails;
+    Punished with slaps when we show them
+      The length of our nails!
+    These big mortal tyrants even grudge us
+      A place on the mat.
+    Do they think we enjoy for our music
+      Staccatos of "scat?"
+    What in the world were we made for?
+      Man, do you know?
+    By you to be petted, tormented?
+      Are _you_ friend or foe?
+    To be treated now, just as you treat us,
+      The question is pat,
+    To take just our chances in living,
+      Would _you_ be a cat?
+
+_LUCY LARCOM_.
+
+[Illustration: "ARE YOU FRIEND OR FOE?"]
+
+
+
+
+"SCRAMBLE."
+
+
+Doctor Schroeder was a quaint old German physician, who lived in a fine
+old-fashioned house near a public play-ground. Connected with the
+doctor's premises was an extensive peach orchard, and, sad to say,
+naughty boys would sometimes climb over the orchard wall and pilfer his
+peaches. To guard against this practice the doctor had the top of his
+wall adorned with a row of very ugly iron spikes. Not far from Doctor
+Schroeder's place lived a family known as "the Jones's". One member of
+the family was a small boy nicknamed "Scramble;" so named, I presume,
+from the fact that he was all the time scrambling over other people's
+fences and into other people's fruit trees.
+
+One day "Scramble" got caught on the spikes on top of Doctor Schroeder's
+wall, and in spite of all his efforts to get loose, the spikes held him
+fast until he was discovered and taken down by the quaint old doctor,
+almost frightened out of his wits. That is, "Scramble" was frightened,
+not the doctor, But to "Scramble's" great surprise and greater relief,
+the old German did not punish him with the terrible cane he held in his
+hand, but took him into the orchard and told him to take his pick of the
+finest fruit on the place.
+
+"Scramble" felt greatly abashed over this unexpected kind treatment, and
+never again had the heart to pilfer peaches from old Doctor Schroeder.
+
+[Illustration: "SCRAMBLE" ON THE TOP OF THE WALL.]
+
+
+
+
+CLEVER GOATS.
+
+
+Goats sometimes do very clever tricks, which almost prove them to be
+capable of reasoning.
+
+A goat and her kids frequented a square in which I once lived, and were
+often fed by the servants and myself. Now and again I heard a thumping
+at the hall door, which arose from the buttings of the goat when the
+food was not forthcoming, and the mother's example was followed by her
+two little kids. After a while this grew monotonous, and no attention
+was paid to their knocking! but one day the area bell--used by the
+delivery men and callers generally, the wire of which passed by the side
+of one of the railings--was sounded. The cook answered the bell, but no
+one was there save the goat and kids, with their heads bent down towards
+the kitchen window. It was at first thought that some mischievous boy
+had rung the bell for them, but they were watched, and the old goat was
+seen to hook one of her horns into the wire and pull it. This is too
+much like reason to be ascribed to mere instinct.
+
+[Illustration: GOATS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR.]
+
+
+
+
+KING LEAR.
+
+
+Poor old King Lear, who in ancient times reigned in Britain, having in
+his old age turned over all his possessions to his two older daughters,
+Goneril and Regan, who professed to love him more than did their younger
+sister Cordelia, was by them cruelly deprived of his crown and turned
+out of his palace. None dared to give him shelter for fear of the anger
+of the two wicked queens. And though he had become blind, he was forced
+to wander over the land he once ruled, his only guide being an old and
+faithful servant. At last, in his misery and despair, he thought he
+would go to his youngest daughter, who had become queen of France, and
+see if she would take pity on him. So he crossed over to France. When
+Cordelia heard of her father's woeful plight, and of her sisters'
+cruelty to him, she wept for sorrow, and at once sent him everything
+needful for his comfort. She and her husband then set out to meet him,
+surrounded by their soldiers and followers, and brought him in great
+state to the palace, and honored him as a king in their land.
+
+The King of France soon gathered an army and invaded Britain. The two
+ungrateful daughters and their husbands were killed, King Lear was
+restored to his throne, and when he died Cordelia succeeded him in the
+kingdom.
+
+[Illustration: KING LEAR.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BRITISH MASTIFFS.
+
+
+When the Romans invaded Britain they found that the natives had a breed
+of large fierce dogs, who would fight bravely for their masters; these
+animals they called _pugnaces_, or fighting dogs, and from them the
+modern English mastiff is descended.
+
+Soon after the conquest of the island some of the British mastiffs were
+sent to Rome, where their sagacity, strength and courage excited so much
+admiration, that an imperial officer was appointed to reside in Britain
+for the express purpose of selecting the finest dogs to fight with other
+animals for the amusement of the vast crowds assembled in the Colosseum.
+The strongest dogs previously known to the Romans were the Molossian
+dogs of Epirus, which in their native country were trained by their
+masters to fight in battle, but when they were matched against the
+British mastiffs they were thoroughly beaten. The dogs of Britain were
+then pitted against various wild beasts; and it was said that three of
+them were a match for a bear and four for a lion. And so famous were
+they for courage, that the Gauls imported them, and trained them for
+war, and used them in their battles.
+
+The British mastiff is no longer trained to fight in battle, but his
+character for sagacity and fidelity as well as courage, is as high as it
+was in the days of the Romans.
+
+[Illustration: ANCIENT BRITISH SOLDIER AND MASTIFF.]
+
+
+
+
+ON THE LAKES IN A STORM.
+
+
+Some minutes before sunrise we went aboard our boat and took our places
+for a long pull up the lakes. There were two sets of rowlocks, with oars
+to match. Fred took one pair and Farr the other. Spot lay down on Farr's
+coat behind his master. I took the stern seat and steering oar. Scott
+had the bow seat and a paddle.
+
+"All ready!" cried Fred, cheerily. "Give way! one, two, three, and away
+we go!"
+
+By the time we were fairly out on the lake there was quite a "sea."
+
+We made for Birch Island. The swells threw us about amazingly. There is
+much strength and friskiness in these fresh-water surges. Those were
+wild moments. Fred, Farr and Scott were pulling with might and main. The
+spray flew over us; the spatters drenched us. I expected every moment
+that we should be swamped. And as we drew near the island our case
+seemed not much improved. The waves broke against it fiercely.
+
+"It won't do to let her run on there!" exclaimed Farr. "It will swamp
+her."
+
+"Yes," said Fred; "but it is not deep water. Sit still and pull till I
+give the word, then jump out, everybody, and ease her ashore.
+
+"Now for it! Over with you!" he shouted, a moment afterwards.
+
+We leaped out, and carried the boat by main strength high upon the
+land.
+
+[Illustration: "NOW FOR IT! OVER WITH YOU!"]
+
+
+
+
+FRITZ.
+
+
+Fritz is a beautiful light-blue grey cat. He is the especial pet of his
+master's little daughter, and therefore has many privileges about the
+house not usually accorded to cats. Among these special privileges is
+that of having his food in the dining-room. Fritz has many
+peculiarities, the chief being that he thinks that he is covering up the
+food that remains after he has eaten all he wishes, a habit of wild cats
+which is well known.
+
+He stands over the plate which contains the remains of his repast and
+scratches perfectly imaginary dust or mould over it.
+
+This he does all round the plate, and after a curious look at it to see
+that it is all right, and it _is_ covered up, he walks leisurely away.
+How strange it is that these traces of a wild state are so often to be
+seen in animals which have been domesticated for long generations! Fritz
+had no need to cover up his food, even if the dirt or mould were there
+for the purpose, for he is sure of getting plenty more when he wants it.
+It was simply from the force of habit, a habit not his own, but his
+ancestors, that he went through the motions.
+
+What a forcible illustration of the power of habit!
+
+[Illustration: FRITZ COVERING UP HIS FOOD.]
+
+
+
+
+NAUGHTY WILLIE.
+
+
+    Willie got punished at school to-day!
+      What did he do?
+    Why, he drew on his slate, in a comical way,
+    Pictures of horses and oxen, and they
+    Seemed to be dancing a real Irish jig!
+    Yes, and he, too, had a little wee pig
+    Down in the corner, as cute as could be;
+    All of us laughed such a picture to see!
+
+    That was the morning before recess,
+    When he threw paper balls at sly little Bess;
+    And one hit her plump on her fat little nose,
+    And made us all laugh, as you may well suppose;
+    And he pulled some one's hair as they went out to spell,
+    But who cried out nobody would tell.
+
+    And then, let me see; why he stepped on my toes,
+    And balanced his book on the tip of his nose
+    When the teacher wasn't looking, and then, O, dear me,
+    He made some whiskers as black as could be
+    With the cork of the ink-bottle rubbed on his cheek,
+    And we all laughed till we hardly could speak.
+
+    The teacher caught him, and punished him well;
+    Not half the words that were his could he spell;
+    And in the arithmetic he had to guess
+    Half of the answers and wished they were less.
+    All he has gained by his actions to-day,
+    Is a black mark and his ill-timed play.
+
+[Illustration: NAUGHTY WILLIE.]
+
+
+
+
+NED BENTLY'S TEMPTATION.
+
+
+When Ned Bently was a boy of about fifteen years of age he lost both of
+his parents by yellow fever, in New Orleans. The only remaining relative
+he had was a bachelor uncle, living in the mining regions of California.
+Ned worked his way on board a ship, as a sailor boy, to San Francisco,
+and finally arrived at the diggings where his uncle was engaged in
+mining. In those early days of California mine digging the miners were
+generally a very rough class of men. So it happened that soon after
+Ned's arrival a great gruff "digger" offered to treat Ned to a drink of
+liquor, and became very angry because he refused to touch it.
+
+Ned scarcely shut his eyes all that night, for he was dreadfully afraid
+that the miners might yet force him to drink of that which he had been
+taught was certain ruin to body and soul. But to Ned's great surprise
+and joy, next morning the very man who the night before had offered to
+treat him took a bold stand in his defense against the other miners'
+attempts to force him to drink.
+
+"The lad's about right," said the gruff old digger. "If he can live out
+here without drinkin' liquor, he'll be able to buy and sell the whole of
+ye by'n'by." And so it proved, for Ned held fast to his resolution not
+to drink, and became one of the wealthiest mine owners in California.
+
+[Illustration: NED REFUSING TO DRINK WITH THE MINERS.]
+
+
+
+
+"HODGE."
+
+
+Many have a dislike to cats; but when boys say they hate cats, it is to
+be feared that they mostly do so that they may have an excuse for
+hunting and ill-treating them. In some cases, however, there is a
+natural antipathy which those who possess it cannot help, though it
+seems very foolish and unreasonable.
+
+James Boswell tells us that he was "unluckily one of those who have an
+antipathy to a cat," so that he was uneasy when in a room with one. It
+certainly was rather unlucky, for he was writing the life of Dr.
+Johnson, and wishing to be as much in his company as possible was
+frequently at his house. Now the Doctor had a favorite tomcat whom he
+called "Hodge," and Boswell relates how he "suffered from the presence
+of this same Hodge."
+
+He says, "I recollect him one day scrambling up Dr. Johnson's breast,
+apparently with much satisfaction, while my friend, smiling and half
+whistling, rubbed down his back and pulled him by the tail, and when I
+observed that he was a fine cat, saying, 'Why, yes, Sir, but I have had
+cats whom I liked better than this,' and then, as if perceiving Hodge to
+be out of countenance, he added! 'But he's a very fine cat; a very fine
+cat, indeed.'"
+
+Hodge was well taken care of, and did not have to catch rats for a
+living, for the Doctor was in the habit of treating him to oysters.
+
+[Illustration: DR. JOHNSON AND HIS CAT.]
+
+
+
+
+APRIL FOOL.
+
+
+Most small boys are fond of April-fooling people. How often on the first
+day of April have we seen the small boy wrapping up a piece of wood or
+brick in the shape of a parcel bought at the store, carelessly place it
+on the sidewalk as if dropped by a passer-by, and then hide himself near
+by and wait for some one to be "fooled" by it.
+
+Dick and Frank Slemmons, one April-fool's day, concluded to get up an
+April-fool on a grander scale than usual. They procured an old pair of
+pants, a shirt, pair of boots, gloves, a dunce's cap, and a "false-face"
+or mask. They took these articles to their father's barn, and by
+stuffing them with straw and putting a few extra touches of paint on the
+mask, they made a hideous looking Guy. To the back of this figure, near
+the shoulders, the boys fastened a string, and when it began to grow
+dark they carried it out into the yard and placed it in a sitting
+posture on the front fence, to fool people who were passing by. Holding
+to the string they hid themselves behind the fence intending when any
+one passed to let the figure fall forward as if it were about to drop
+from the fence. But they failed to fool anybody, for the first one to
+come along was Mike, their father's hostler, who at once discovered the
+boys, and, saying "Ah! see the little laddie-bucks over the fince!" he
+grabbed the guy and took it along with him.
+
+So the boys themselves were the only ones April fooled.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+IN A STORM ON THE SEA.
+
+
+Little David Loomis, only eight years old, was permitted by his father,
+Captain Loomis, to accompany 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, however, 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 land?"
+
+[Illustration: IN A STORM ON THE SEA.]
+
+
+
+
+THE JAGUAR.
+
+
+The jaguar, or American tiger, as he is sometimes called, is a native of
+South America. He is beautifully spotted with rings containing smaller
+spots on a deeper ground tint. He is a ferocious and destructive beast,
+inhabits the forests, and seeks his prey by watching, or by openly
+seizing cattle or horses in the enclosures. His depredations among the
+herds of horses which graze on the prairies of Paraguay are vast and
+terrible. Swift as lightning he darts upon his prey, overthrows it by
+weight, or breaks its neck by a blow of his paw. His strength is so
+great, he can easily drag off a full-sized horse. He is an expert
+climber, and the prints of his claws have been seen on the bark at the
+top of trees fifty feet in height and without branches. He sometimes
+feeds on monkeys, but they are generally too active for him; having the
+power to swing themselves from branch to branch with wonderful
+swiftness, they are soon beyond his reach. After horses, oxen and sheep
+are his favorite prey, and his devastations among them are often very
+extensive. On account of this, efforts are constantly made to destroy
+him. He is hunted with dogs, which run him to bay, or force him to seek
+safety in a tree, where he is kept till the approach of the hunters, who
+shoot him, or disable him with their long spears.
+
+[Illustration: THE JAGUAR WAITING FOR HIS PREY.]
+
+
+
+
+MILITARY DOGS.
+
+
+Big dogs, little dogs; black dogs, white dogs--all sizes and sorts of
+dogs are now carefully trained for use in the military service of France
+and Germany as messengers, scouts, and sentinels.
+
+These "dog-children of the regiment" are not chosen from any special
+breed of dogs, because that would at once cause then to be recognized,
+and so become a target for the foe whenever seen.
+
+These military dogs are chosen on account of the promise they give of
+"individual merit," and their education is begun as early as possible.
+All are trained to silence--a most difficult lesson, and only learnt by
+long and patient teaching. In fact, it is at all times difficult to
+insure obedience when music strickes up, for the training poodles,
+fox-terriers, and collies are sorely tempted to give vocal
+accompaniment. Dogs selected for this service are thoroughly children of
+the regiment. They are never allowed to associate with civilians, or to
+let any man wearing an unknown uniform approach them. They must not
+attack strangers, but are to keep at a respectful distance from all
+such. Thus their fidelity as letter-carriers is secured.
+
+When on sentry duty they are taught to warn their human companions of
+the approach of any strangers within three hundred yards. Each dog has
+his regimental number on his collar.
+
+[Illustration: DOG CHILDREN OF THE REGIMENT.]
+
+
+
+
+TRUE TO HIS WORD.
+
+
+At the conquest of Susa, Harmozan, a Persian prince, the satrap of
+Ahwaz, was taken prisoner by the Arabs. When about to be taken before
+Omar, the Commander of the Faithful, he arranged himself in his most
+gorgeous apparel, wearing a crown on his head, and his embroidered silk
+robe being confined by a splendid jeweled girdle. When his conductors
+brought him to the mosque he saw Omar stretched on the ground, taking a
+mid-day sleep. When he awoke he asked their business, and they replied,
+"We bring you here the king of Ahwaz."
+
+"Take hence the infidel," said Omar, averting his gaze. "Strip him of
+his robes, and array him in the garb of El Islam."
+
+This was done, and when Harmozan was again brought into the presence of
+Omar he wore the striped garments of the Arabs. After conversing a while
+he complained of being thirsty; but when a cup of water was brought he
+expressed a fear that he might be killed while drinking it.
+
+"Be of good courage," said Omar! "your life shall be safe till you have
+drunk this water."
+
+Harmozan instantly dashed the cup on the ground, claiming fulfillment of
+the Caliphs word. Omar declared that this conduct deserved punishment as
+deceitful, but out of regard for his word he pardoned the Persian, who
+became a convert to the faith of El Islam.
+
+[Illustration: "TAKE HENCE THE INFIDEL," SAID OMAR]
+
+
+
+
+HUNTING A LION.
+
+
+Some hunters near the Cape of Good Hope went in search of a lion which
+had carried off a number of cattle from the neighborhood.
+
+They discovered him in a thicket or jungle, and at once proceeded to
+pepper him with slugs and bullets. Regardless of the shower of balls the
+lion bounded forward, and in an instant turned the chase upon them. All
+took to their horses or their heels. One huge fellow, not nimble enough
+to mount his horse in time, was left in the rear, and was speedily run
+down by the rampant lion. He had the prudence to fling himself flat on
+the ground and lie quiet as a log. The lion sniffed at him, scratched
+him with his paw, and then quietly sat down upon his body. His routed
+companions, collecting in a band, took courage at length to face about;
+and, seeing the lion on the prostrate body of the hunter, they imagined
+that their comrade was killed, and began to concert measures for
+avenging him. After a short pause, however, the lion resigned of his own
+accord his seat of triumph, relieved his panting capture, and retreated
+towards the mountains. The party, on coming up, found their friend
+shaking his ears, unharmed, except what he had suffered from a very
+ungentlemanly piece of conduct on the part of the lion.
+
+[Illustration: THE LION SITS DOWN ON THE HUNTER.]
+
+
+
+
+PURSUED BY INDIANS.
+
+
+Two young men who had been attached to an exploring party, out West, but
+had unwisely strayed away from their companions, were leisurely riding
+along the prairie, trying to track the footsteps of their friends, when
+they saw on the brow of a hill in their rear about a dozen Indian
+warriors, who were rapidly approaching them. There was not a moment to
+lose. The white men were unarmed, save for their hunting-knives, while
+the lances of the red men gleamed in the light of the afternoon sun.
+Putting spurs to their horses the two young men tried to escape by
+flight, but the derisive cries of the enemy showed that the distance was
+rapidly lessening between them. Nothing could have saved them had it not
+been that, just at the most critical moment, they reached a "windrow," a
+strip of ground upon which a storm had hurled down the trunks of trees
+in wild confusion. Hastily abandoning their horses to their fate, the
+two friends got in among the thick fallen timber, where they concealed
+themselves, and listened breathlessly while the Indians with shouts
+pursued, and attempted to capture the coveted animals. But they did not
+succeed. A cloud of dust heralded the approach of a party of men, who
+with shouts and cries galloped into the midst of them.
+
+It was the exploring party, whose opportune appearance saved their
+companions' lives.
+
+[Illustration: PURSUED BY NORTH AMERICAN INDIANS.]
+
+
+
+
+THE TRUANT'S SOLILOQUY
+
+
+    My schoolmates all are blessed to-day,
+      Their lessons conning o'er;
+    O, how I wish that I were now
+      Within that school-room door!
+
+    My teacher sits beside her desk,
+      With a smile upon her face,
+    Until she looks around the room,
+      And sees my vacant place.
+
+    My heart is aching while I walk
+      Along the mountain glade;
+    I love the trees, the rippling stream,
+      But sigh that I have strayed.
+
+    O, there's no joy in the hours of play,
+      If snatched from the study-time;
+    No music in the wild-bird's song,
+      While I hear the school-bell chime.
+
+    O, then, I'll seek my school again,
+      My teacher's rules obey,
+    Nor wander, as a truant boy,
+      And waste another day.
+
+[Illustration: "ALONG THE MOUNTAIN GLADE"]
+
+
+
+
+A QUEER FISH.
+
+
+Little May's father is a fisherman. One day he brought home the funniest
+fish May ever saw. She was a little bit frightened and didn't know
+whether to laugh or cry. Her papa took her up in his lap, put an arm
+around her waist and held her fast with one hand while he kept a tight
+hold on the fish with the other.
+
+"See, May," he said, "what a queer fish this is. Would you think it
+followed the same kind of business that papa does for a living?"
+
+"Oh, papa!" said May; "that horrid thing a fisherman?--surely you are
+joking."
+
+"No, my daughter," said the fisherman, "it is no joke. With that queer
+looking rod and line fastened to its nose it angles for other fishes. It
+hides amongst the sea-weed at the bottom of the sea, and the fleshy
+shreds attached to its nose, floating about in the water, act as natural
+bait, and attract the unwary little fishes in its neighborhood, but the
+instant one of them makes a bite at the tempting morsel it is whisked
+away, and the poor fish is caught in the huge mouth of the fisherman
+fish, and crushed up by its sharp teeth."
+
+"Oh, papa!" said May, "what horrid big eyes it has; what a huge mouth,
+and such awfully sharp teeth! Ugh! Put it down, please, papa, for I
+really believe I am going to be frightened."
+
+The fisherman laughed heartily, and threw the queer fish into the
+basket.
+
+[Illustration: A QUEER FISH.]
+
+
+
+
+A PROUD MONARCH.
+
+
+Theodore, Emperor of Abyssinia, was raised to the throne from a very
+humble position in life. He was one of the proudest of monarchs, was
+styled "King of Kings," and boasted a descent from King Solomon and the
+Queen of Sheba; a fiction devised to flatter the vanity of the royal
+house of Ethiopia.
+
+When this mighty emperor gave an audience he was surrounded by several
+large and fierce-looking lions, and he made a great display of his
+command over the savage creatures; but, notwithstanding their ferocious
+aspect, the animals were said to be in reality as tame as dogs. Anyway,
+they must have made a timid ambassador feel rather nervous when first
+introduced to the royal presence.
+
+The Abyssinians are very vain, and King Theodore thought himself greater
+than all the sovereigns in the world, and this led to his fall. Thinking
+he was not treated with sufficient respect by the British envoy and
+other Europeans, he imprisoned them all. In 1867 an expedition was
+fitted out under the command of General Napier. After encountering great
+difficulties on the march, the British troops stormed and took
+possession of Magdala without losing a single man; and the Emperor
+Theodore, seeing that all was lost, slew himself to avoid falling into
+the hands of the enemy. The captives were liberated, and for his
+services in this campaign General Napier received the title of Lord
+Napier of Magdala.
+
+[Illustration: A PROUD MONARCH]
+
+
+
+
+BABY'S ANSWERS.
+
+
+    "Where did you come from, baby dear?"
+    "Out of the every-where into the here."
+    "Where did you get your eyes so blue?"
+    "Out of the sky as I came through."
+
+    "What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?"
+    "Some of the starry spikes left in."
+    "Where did you get that little tear?"
+    "I found it waiting when I got here."
+
+    "What makes your forehead so smooth and high?"
+    "A soft hand stroked it as I went by."
+    "What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?"
+    "Something better than any one knows."
+
+    "Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?"
+    "Three angels gave me at once a kiss."
+    "Where did you get that pearly ear?"
+    "God spoke, and it came out to hear."
+
+    "Where did you get those arms and hands?"
+    "Love made itself into hooks and bands."
+    "Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?"
+    "From the same body as the cherubs' wings."
+
+    "How did they all just come to be you?"
+    "God thought about me, and so I grew."
+    "But how did you come to us, my dear?"
+    "God thought of you, and so I am here."
+
+GEORGE MACDONALD.
+
+[Illustration: "WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"]
+
+
+
+
+DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.
+
+A True Experience of Child-life.
+
+
+    I was working in my garden one day in the end of June,
+    The sun shone high in the clear blue sky, and the clock had just
+        struck noon;
+    I mused o'er my earliest childhood--my earliest friends, and lo,
+    There rose up the picture of a child in the dear dim Long-ago:
+    She holds in her arms a puppy, and smilingly shows it to me,
+    Her cheeks they are rosy and chubby, all dimpled with baby glee;
+    Her hair is dark and wavy, her brown eyes full of fun,
+    And she wears a blue straw bonnet to shelter from the sun.
+
+    She gathers daisies and kingcups till her pockets are more than
+        full,
+    And dreams of the far-away city where she soon must go to school;
+    Her home it is rustic and lonely in the land of the river Ness,
+    But she loves her rural dwelling, does dear little brown-eyed Bess.
+    One time--ah! how well I remember, it seems like yesterday,
+    Dear Bessie came to visit me, just nine years past last May:
+    Beneath the hawthorn blossoms, hearts full of childish bliss,
+    We vowed eternal friendship, and sealed it with a kiss;
+    And I plucked a bright pink rosebud to fasten in her dress--
+    She was six years old that summer, was dear little brown-eyed Bess.
+
+    I remember very little of all she said to me,
+    But I know we loved each other with childish love and free;
+    I remember romping gaily around some little ricks,
+    And fondly giving Bessie a tiny box of bricks;
+    I remember our long, long parting one autumn afternoon,
+    And Bessie softly whispering, "Come back and see me soon."
+    But alas! some wicked fairy was present with us then,
+    For during the days of childhood we never met again.
+
+    Six years went by, and I happened to look at my toys one day.
+    When I came across a wooden horse with which I used to play,
+    A little wooden pony I found in the old toy "press,"
+    That I once had got in a present from dear little brown-eyed Bess
+    'Mongst the flowers I was dreaming and thinking--Was I ever to see
+        her more?
+    When roused by a sound I looked and saw a carriage before the door
+    I ran right out of the garden and up the wooden stair,
+    Till I came to my own pink bedroom where I quickly smoothed my hair;
+    At my heart came a rush of rapture as I hastened to brush my dress
+    For who was down in the parlor? 'Twas dear little brown-eyed Bess.
+
+    Once more does our friendship flourish like the flowers in the
+        garden-bed,
+    And a tall young stately maiden is in little Bessie's stead.
+    When I look at this stately maiden I think of the bright pink moss,
+    I think of a foaming brooklet with a bridge of stones across;
+    I think of a waste of heather, a collie pup, and a cat,
+    In the arms of a rosy baby with a blue straw sun shade hat.
+    When I look at this stately maiden I cannot a smile suppress.
+    While I bless in my heart the good old times when I knew her
+        as little Bess.
+
+JEANIE P. H. SIMPSON
+
+[Illustration: DEAR LITTLE BROWN-EYED BESS.]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
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