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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14493 ***
+
+NO. 165. SEPTEMBER, 1880. Vol. XXVIII.
+
+THE NURSERY
+
+_A Monthly Magazine_
+
+FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
+
+BOSTON:
+
+THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,
+36 BROMFIELD STREET.
+American News Co., 39 & 41 Chambers St., New York.
+New-England News Co., 14 Franklin St., Boston,
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+Western News Company, Chicago.
+
+$1.50 a Year, in advance. A single copy, 15 cents.
+
+Entered at the Post Office at Boston as Second-Class Matter.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+                                                            PAGE
+ROSA BONHEUR                   By _Alfred Selwyn_            65
+PIP AND POP                    By _Uncle Charles_            67
+WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE      By _H._                       69
+WATERING THE FLOWERS           By _Uncle Sam_                70
+BABY TO HER DOLL               By _W. G._                    72
+PETER AND TOMMY                By _Uncle Charles_            73
+IF I WERE A FAIRY              By _George S. Burleigh_       74
+A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS      By _Emily Carter_             77
+DADDY FROG                     By _George Cooper_            79
+THE FIRST CATCH                By _G.T.T._                   81
+TALKING WITH THE FINGERS       By _S.A.E._                   82
+A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM        By _S.J.P._                   83
+EMMA AND ETTA                  By _A.B.C._                   85
+BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE            By _Mrs B. P, Sibley_         87
+A MISJUDGED FRIEND             By _Marian Douglas_           90
+A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE       By _Mrs. Henrietta R. Eliot_  92
+SONG OF THE BIRDS              _(Music by T. Crampton)_      96
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+
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+
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+
+36 Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass.
+
+[Illustration: Oxen]
+
+
+
+
+ROSA BONHEUR.
+
+
+About forty years ago, at an exhibition of paintings in Paris, two small
+pictures attracted great attention. One was called "Goats and Sheep;"
+the other, "Two Rabbits."
+
+They were wonderfully true to life; and what made them still more
+remarkable was, that they were the production of a girl only nineteen
+years old. That young French girl, Rosalie Bonheur, is now the famous
+artist known the world over as "Rosa Bonheur."
+
+She was born in Bordeaux in 1822. Her father, Raymond Bonheur, was an
+artist of much merit, and he was her first teacher. From earliest youth
+she had a great fondness for animals, and delighted in studying their
+habits.
+
+So, naturally enough, she made animals the subjects of her pictures, and
+it is in this peculiar department of art that she has become eminent.
+Her works are quite numerous and widely known. One of the most famous is
+her "Horse-Fair," which was the chief attraction of the Paris Exhibition
+in 1853.
+
+She is still practising her art; and in addition to that she is the
+directress of a gratuitous "School of Design" for young girls. When
+Paris was besieged by the Prussians, the studio and residence of Rosa
+Bonheur were spared and respected by special order of the crown prince.
+
+Auguste Bonheur, a younger sister of Rosa, and one of her pupils, has
+also gained a high reputation as an artist. She, too, excels as a
+painter of animals.
+
+We give as a frontispiece to this number an engraving of one of her
+pictures, and we will let the picture tell its own story. It is a work
+that would do credit to the famous Rosa herself.
+
+ALFRED SELWYN.
+
+
+
+
+PIP AND POP.
+
+[Illustration: Pip And Pop.]
+
+
+_Pip_.--Well, cousin Pop, how goes the world with you? Do you find any
+worms?
+
+_Pop_.--Not a sign of one! What is to become of the race of sparrows, I
+don't know. The spring is late and chilly. There is still frost in the
+ground.
+
+_Pip_.--Not even a fly have I caught this blessed day.
+
+_Pop_.--Just my luck, friend Pop! If it weren't for the crumbs a little
+girl throws out for me every day, I should starve.
+
+_Pip_.--I should like to know that little girl. Where does she live?
+
+_Pop_.--She is at school now. But come with me about two o'clock, and
+you shall be fed.
+
+_Pip_.--Thank you, cousin. I'll do as much for you one of these days. I
+have heard of a little girl in Ohio, who feeds the birds so well, that
+they follow her into the house, light on her head, and play with her.
+
+_Pop_.--A thought strikes me, cousin. The little girl who feeds me is
+just as good as the Ohio girl; but I am not as good as the Ohio birds. I
+have not trusted her as I ought to. I have not lighted on her head. I
+have not followed her into the house.
+
+_Pip_.--That was a fault, my dear Pop. I do not think she will put us in
+a cage. I think she will be good to us.
+
+_Pop_.--Then I'll tell you what we'll do. After she has had her dinner,
+we'll fly in at the window, and light on the table.
+
+_Pip_.--A good idea! I agree to it. Now, don't you be afraid, Pop, and
+back out.
+
+_Pop_.--That I won't. First we'll go and have a good wash in the brook,
+so that our feathers shall be all clean.
+
+_Pip_.--Another good idea! Hunger sharpens your wits, cousin.
+
+_Pop_.--It sharpens my appetite: I know that.
+
+_Pip_.--Come on, then! Let us see who will fly the faster to the brook.
+[_They fly off_.]
+
+UNCLE CHARLES
+
+[Illustration: Birds Drinking]
+
+
+
+
+WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE.
+
+[Illustration: What Came of a Dirty Face.]
+
+
+    A little boy I used to know,
+      Who went to a district school.
+    He learned to read, and he learned to write,
+      And to whisper against the rule.
+    What fun it was with his marbles to play
+      When the teacher was busy, and looking away!
+
+    This little boy, one day, was sent
+      A pail of water to bring,
+    And like Jack and Jill away he ran,
+      And back he came with a swing.
+    But, just as he entered the schoolroom door,
+    Both he and the water went down on the floor.
+
+    Oh, then, what a noise there was in the room!
+      The school-ma'am fetched a mop;
+    But, the more she tried the water to check,
+      The more it wouldn't stop.
+    There never was such water to run:
+      It seemed, with the children, to like the fun.
+
+    What was it that made the little boy fall,
+      And show such a lack of grace?
+    I'll tell you all, for I happen to know:
+      It was only a dirty face!
+    He looked at himself in the water-pail,
+    And that made the little boy's footstep fail.
+
+
+
+
+WATERING THE FLOWERS.
+
+
+"Why is it that flowers always grow so nicely for Mary? I often plant
+seeds; but nothing comes from them. They won't grow for me. But blossoms
+seem to spring right up wherever she goes. They must have a particular
+liking for her."
+
+That's what Master Tom said, one day, as he saw Mary watering the
+flowers.
+
+Well, it is no wonder, Tom, if flowers do have a liking for such a
+lovable little girl. There's nothing so very strange about that. How
+could they help liking her?
+
+[Illustration: Watering the Flowers.]
+
+But, after all, perhaps the secret of the matter is, that Mary loves the
+flowers, and never forgets to take care of them. She looks after them
+every day, and not by fits and starts, as some people do.
+
+So she has good luck with her flowers, and is always able to make up a
+nice bouquet. And she not only enjoys the flowers herself, but, what is
+better still, she takes delight in having others enjoy them with her.
+
+She does not forget to send a liberal share to the Flower Mission; and
+many a poor sufferer has been cheered by the sight of Mary's flowers.
+
+UNCLE SAM.
+
+
+
+
+BABY TO HER DOLL.
+
+[Illustration: Baby to Her Doll.]
+
+
+    I wonder what you are thinking about
+      While you look so smiling at me.
+    You never frown, and you never pout;
+      Your eyes are as clear as can be,
+    And though you are often hurt, no doubt,
+      Not a tear do I ever see!
+
+W.G.
+
+
+
+
+PETER AND TOMMY.
+
+[Illustration: Peter and Tommy.]
+
+
+_Peter._--I say, Tommy, where did you get that new hat you have on your
+head?
+
+_Tommy._--What business is that of yours?
+
+_Peter._--Oh, I want to learn, that's all. I may be wanting to get a hat
+of that kind myself, you know. Is it the latest style?
+
+_Tommy._--Look here, young one: I sha'n't stand any of your chaffing. As
+soon as I get through with my bread and butter, I shall take hold of
+you.
+
+_Peter._--Your bark is worse than your bite, Tommy. I shouldn't wonder
+if you were to come off second best in a square fight.
+
+_Tommy._--Be off, Peter, and let me eat my bread and butter in peace.
+
+_Peter._--It seems to me it would be good manners to offer me a bite.
+
+_Tommy._--You'll provoke me, Peter, to give you a thrashing.
+
+_Peter._--My advice is that you don't try it on.
+
+_Tommy._--Peter, you are a little upstart. I should leave nothing of
+you, if I once took hold of you in earnest.
+
+_Peter._--It's a hot day, Tommy, and the wisest thing you can do is to
+share your slice with me. I am very hungry.
+
+_Tommy._--Oh, if you're hungry, that alters the case. Sit down, Peter,
+and you shall have a good bite.
+
+_Peter._--Ah! That tastes nice. Now, Tommy, explain about that hat of
+yours.
+
+_Tommy._--That's my secret, Peter. I sha'n't tell it.
+
+_Peter._--I can guess it. It's only a basket.
+
+_Tommy._--What a wise Peter you are! And to think you've had no
+schooling as yet!
+
+UNCLE CHARLES.
+
+
+
+
+IF I WERE A FAIRY.
+
+
+    If I were a fairy slight and small,
+        Say, about as tall
+    As a span-worm forming the letter O,
+    What do you think I would do? I know!
+    In the bell of the lily I'd rock and swing,
+        Twitter and sing;
+    And, taking the gold-dust under me,
+    I'd splash the hips of the buzzing bee,
+    That he might have meal to make his bread,
+        With honey spread,
+    For his thousand babies all in rows,
+    Each in a bandbox up to his nose.
+
+    I'd count the curls of the hyacinth
+        By the fallen plinth,
+    And make them glossy with morning dew
+    By sunrise tinted with purple and blue;
+    And out of the sunset sky I'd get
+        For the violet
+    Yellow and red, and dark marine,
+    And purples deep, and a tender green;
+    And all night long, as they lay in sleep,
+      I would paint and steep
+    Their velvet cheeks in a hundred dyes,
+    That well they might open great staring eyes.
+
+    Unseen I would come where the tired ants tug
+        At a heavy slug,
+    With my rye-beard lance I'd push it along,
+    And they'd think, "All at once we are wondrous strong!"
+    In the nest of the robin, under the eaves
+        Of the apple-leaves,
+    I'd drop a worm in the gaping throats
+    That answer my chirp of the mother's notes.
+    When bonny Miss Harebell thirsts in vain
+       For a drop of rain,
+    I would fill at the brook my shining cap,
+    And lay it all dripping in her lap.
+
+    Oh, what would I do as a fairy small?
+        I cannot tell all;
+    But I would do much with a right good will:
+    To all things good, and to nothing ill.
+    And I'd laugh and skip, like a bird on wing,
+        Twitter and sing,
+    And make boys and girls, and birds and flowers,
+    All say, "What a lovely world is ours!"
+
+    Well, what if I am not quite so small?
+         I can do it all
+    In my own sweet home by the same good will,
+    No fairy, but something nobler still.
+
+GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.
+
+[Illustration: If I Were a Fairy.]
+
+
+
+
+A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS.
+
+[Illustration: A Child Fascinating Birds.]
+
+
+There is a little girl in Ohio, five years old, who has the power of
+charming birds at will. Her mother was the first to notice the exercise
+of this strange power.
+
+The little Girl was playing in the yard where some snowbirds were
+hopping about. When she spoke to them, they would come, twittering with
+glee, and light upon her shoulders.
+
+On her taking them in her hands and stroking them, the birds did not
+care to get away. They seemed to be highly pleased, and, when let loose,
+would fly a short distance, and soon return to the child again.
+
+She took several of them into the house to show to her mother. The
+mother, thinking the little girl might hurt the birds, put them out of
+doors. But the little birds were not to be cheated in this way. No
+sooner was the door opened than they flew into the room again, and
+alighted upon the girl's head, and began to chirp.
+
+The birds staid about the house all winter. Whenever the door was
+opened, they would fly to the little girl. The parents feared that this
+might be a bad omen, and that the little girl would die.
+
+But she kept her health, and did not die. She still makes pets of the
+birds, and they come and play with her. She handles them so gently, that
+even a humming-bird has been known to come to her several times.
+
+Last winter a whole flock of birds kept near the house all the season.
+She would feed them, and then play with them for hours at a time. Every
+morning the birds would fly to her window, and chirp, as much as to say,
+"Good-morning, little mistress! Wake up, wake up!"
+
+I think the child must be a near relation of that "Little Bell," of whom
+the poet Westwood sang,--
+
+    "Whom God's creatures love," the angels fair
+    Murmured, "God doth bless with angels' care:
+        Child, thy bed shall be
+    Folded safe from harm; love deep and kind
+    Shall watch around, and leave good gifts behind,
+        Little Bell, for thee!"
+
+EMILY CARTER.
+
+
+
+
+DADDY FROG.
+
+[Illustration: Daddy Frog & Children]
+
+
+    Old Daddy Frog lives in a bog,
+      And his coat is bottle-green;
+    Yellow his vest; handsomely dressed,
+      His pretty shape is seen.
+    Puffing with pride, there at his side
+      His dame is sure to be:
+    Smiling, she says, "No one could raise
+        A finer family!
+      Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"
+
+    Old Daddy Frog leaps on a log
+      In a spry and jaunty way:
+    Calling his boys--oh, what a noise!
+      He joins them in their play.
+    Hippety hop! under they pop,
+      And Daddy Frog says he,
+    "Isn't it fine? How they will shine,
+      This polished family!
+    Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"
+
+    Old Daddy Frog lives in the bog
+      Till the summer days are done:
+    Little boys grow; dressed like a beau
+      Now is each model son.
+    Daddy Frog's eyes wink with surprise,
+      Filled with delight is he;
+    Dame at his side chuckles with pride,
+      "There's no such family!
+    Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"
+
+GEORGE COOPER.
+
+[Illustration: Daddy Frog]
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST CATCH.
+
+
+    One.
+    Two.
+    Three.
+    Four.
+    Five.
+
+[Illustration: Fish in Hat]
+
+    I
+    caught
+    a
+    fish
+    alive.
+
+    Why
+    did
+    You
+    let
+    him
+    go?
+
+[Illustration: Boy Bit]
+
+    He
+    bit
+    my
+    little
+    finger
+    so.
+
+
+
+
+TALKING WITH THE FINGERS.
+
+
+No doubt, many of the little readers of "The Nursery" go to school; yet
+not many of them, I think, can ever have been in such a school as the
+one in which I am teaching. The walls of the room are hung with pictures
+of birds, animals, insects, fishes, and flowers. The blackboard is
+covered with drawings of many familiar objects.
+
+While I am writing this, seven little boys and nine little girls (how
+many does that make in all?) are busy writing on their slates. These
+children do not have any books to study. I tell them what I wish to
+teach them, and they write it down, and try to remember it. But I teach
+them without speaking a word. I talk to them with my fingers.
+
+You have guessed already, I dare say, that these dear little children
+are deaf and dumb; that is, they can neither hear nor speak. They cannot
+go to school and live at home, and see papa and mamma night and morning,
+as you can; for there are no schools for them near their homes. They
+have to go a long way from home, and stay in school many long weeks
+without seeing father or mother, brother or sister. So, when vacation
+comes, how glad and happy they are! Some of them are even now writing on
+their slates, "In sixteen weeks we shall go home."
+
+I have said that these children cannot speak; but that is not quite
+true, for many of them are learning to speak. When I talk to them, they
+look very closely at my lips, and so learn to tell what I am saying.
+Some of them have very sweet and pleasant voices, the sound of which
+they have never heard in all their lives.
+
+And now let me say that I hope you will learn the finger-alphabet; so
+that, if you visit any of my little pupils, you can talk to them.
+
+If you ask them, they will spell very slowly,--how fast they _can_
+spell!--so that you can read what they say. Perhaps you can get "The
+Nursery" to print the alphabet for you.
+
+S.A.E.
+
+ROCHESTER, N.Y., March, 1880.
+
+
+
+
+A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM.
+
+[Illustration: A Day on Grandpa's Farm]
+
+
+"Arlington!" cried the conductor, as the train stopped at a little
+station in Central Wisconsin. We got out of the car just in time to see
+grandpa driving up in his big double wagon.
+
+We climbed in, and grandpa said, "Get up, Bill! Go along, Jip!" and
+away we started for the farm.
+
+When we got there, the first thing we saw was grandma making cookies
+with holes in them. She said she would give us some if we would be sure
+and not eat the holes.
+
+After dinner, my sister Ally, cousin Johnny, and I, went out to take a
+ramble in the barn and hunt for eggs. Pretty soon we heard Johnny
+calling, "Oh, come quick, and see what I have found!"
+
+We ran quickly to the place where he was, and there we saw a hen with a
+brood of chickens. One of the chicks was on its mother's back, one was
+on the floor in front of her, and the others were peeping out from under
+her wings. It was a pretty sight.
+
+After naming each of the chickens, we all made a search for eggs. We
+found one nest with five eggs in it, another with three, and another
+with two. Johnny put the eggs in his cap, and carried them into the
+house.
+
+He soon came running back, saying, "Now, let us go and have a swing." So
+we all went to the swing, and swung till we were tired. Then Ally said,
+"Oh, come and see the ducks swimming on the pond!" but Johnny said,
+"Wait till I get my boat, that uncle Sam made for me."
+
+So we all went to the pond, and Johnny put in his boat. It sailed right
+out among the ducks, and they were much afraid of it, and swam away as
+fast as they could, saying, "Quack, quack, quack!"
+
+Johnny went to the other side of the pond to get his boat, which had
+sailed across, and he had just got back when we heard grandma calling,
+"Children, come in to supper." After supper, mamma read us a story from
+"The Nursery," and then tucked us snugly in bed, and we went to sleep to
+dream of cookies, and hunting eggs.
+
+S.H.P.
+
+
+
+
+EMMA AND ETTA.
+
+[Illustration: Emma and Etta]
+
+
+Emma and Etta are sisters. They have a doll whose name is Clara.
+
+They are very fond of Clara, and it would be hard to tell which of the
+two Clara likes best. It is not often that one doll has two such
+mothers.
+
+In the picture you may see Emma dressing the doll. She has curled the
+sweet little thing's hair, and Etta has a nice, clean gown all ready for
+her to put on.
+
+It is to be hoped that this doll with two mothers will not be too much
+petted. It would be a pity if she should become a spoiled child.
+
+A.B.C.
+
+[Illustration: Child and Doll]
+
+
+
+
+BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE.
+
+[Illustration: Brownie's Adventure]
+
+
+Grace and Willie named him Brownie, because all his brothers and sisters
+were white, and he was such a funny little brown puff-ball of a chicken.
+
+Mrs. Speckle (that was his mother) was just as proud of him as she could
+be; but foolish Brownie thought her too strict. She would never consent
+to let one of the downy things out of her sight for a moment, and told
+them fearful stories of hawks and weasels, to say nothing of bad boys
+and big dogs.
+
+But Brownie kept thinking that some day, when he was a little older and
+stronger, he would leave the yard, and see whether there were really
+such dangers in the fields and woods as his mother said there was.
+
+After a while the pretty brown feathers all dropped out, one after
+another, until Brownie looked more like a chicken which had been plucked
+than any thing else. Grace could not keep from laughing at the sight of
+him; and it was very droll when he popped up on a log, and tried a weak,
+quavering crow.
+
+To be sure, Mrs. Speckle did not keep a looking-glass, and I suppose
+poor Brownie had no idea how very absurd he looked. To tell the truth,
+he thought he was almost grown up, and began to watch for a chance to
+begin his journey to see the world. He had not the least doubt that he
+would see something fine, if he could only get out of the sight of his
+mother, who was so very strict, and had such foolish notions, as he
+thought.
+
+So, one day, as Mrs. Speckle was having a friendly chat with Dame
+Top-Knot, he took the chance to creep slyly under the fence, and was off
+all alone.
+
+"How silly mothers are! And such cowards too!" he said to himself. "I am
+sure there's nothing here to hurt me. I would like to see any one meddle
+with me!"
+
+At this instant he felt a sharp peck; and a voice said close to his ear,
+"Halloo, little one, you had better start for home!"
+
+He looked up, and saw young Green-Wing, who was two months older, and
+boasted a comb of good size, to say nothing of his sharp spurs.
+
+Brownie thought it best to say nothing after the first "peep," and hid,
+trembling with fright, under the first leaf he could find. But the sun
+shone, the sky was a lovely blue, the ground was bright with flowers,
+and there were many bugs crawling about. Brownie had quite a feast, and
+was beginning to regain his spirits, when something happened which
+turned all his thoughts topsy-turvy.
+
+The sky grew dark all at once. Something caught hold of him, and
+Brownie felt himself going up, up, so swiftly, that it quite took his
+breath away. "It must be a thousand miles," he thought.
+
+Crack! went a gun. Then the hawk let go and Brownie went down, down to
+the ground, where he lay for a long time as if he were dead.
+
+When he opened his eyes it was almost dark. The sun had set, and he had
+forgotten the way home. "I shall never see mamma again," he sobbed. "I
+wish I had been good and not run away."
+
+"Why, here's Brownie!" cried Grace's voice. "The hawk did not get him
+after all. Come, Willie, and help me drive him to the hen-house."
+
+"I hope, my dear, you will never be so very naughty again," said Mrs.
+Speckle, as he crept under her wing.
+
+MRS. B.P. SIBLEY.
+
+[Illustration: Hen and Chicks]
+
+
+
+
+A MISJUDGED FRIEND.
+
+
+    The gardener shut the garden gate,
+    And went to weed the onion-bed:
+    The growing plants stood tall and straight;
+    "But what is this?" surprised he said.
+    Some broken bricks, some stones and sticks,
+    And underneath them, crushed and dead,
+    A large brown toad! "James, Martin, Fred!"
+    He called three little boys, who played
+    Near by, beneath a pear-tree's shade,
+    And sternly asked, "What cruel play
+    Is this you've been about to-day?"
+
+    "'Tis very hard we should be blamed,
+    I'm sure!" poor little James exclaimed:
+    "We only killed the toad because
+    An ugly-looking thing he was,--
+    So very ugly, that we knew
+    He surely would some mischief do.
+    He had great warts upon his back,
+    And curious blotches, greenish black,
+    And darting tongue, and strange flat head"--
+    "And how he sprawled his legs!" cried Fred.
+    "His mouth," said Martin, "was so wide,
+    It reached far round on either side;
+    And queer winks with his eyes he'd give:
+    We did not dare to let him live.
+    We had to kill that toad because
+    An ugly-looking thing he was."
+
+    The gardener gravely shook his head;
+    "It was a heartless act," he said;
+    "And, more than that, you may depend
+    Upon my word, you've killed a friend;
+    For often, at my work, I've found
+    This same toad near me, hopping round,
+    And, watching him, I've learned that he
+    My constant helper used to be,--
+    A second gardener, with no pay,
+    Who still was busy every day.
+
+    "He killed the young potato-bugs,
+    The caterpillars, and the slugs,
+    The beetles striped with yellow lines,
+    That spoil the tender melon-vines,
+    And looked round with his blinking eyes
+    For cabbage-worms and turnip-flies,
+    Low-flying moths with downy wings,
+    And slimy snails in shady nooks.
+    It was the cruellest of things
+    To kill poor Hop Toad for his looks.
+
+    "And if, when you shall older grow,
+    You strangers judge by outward show,
+    You'll be as foolish as unjust:
+    In worthless men you'll put your trust,
+    And often sorrow, in the end,
+    For having wronged some honest friend.
+
+MARIAN DOUGLAS.
+
+
+
+
+A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE.
+
+
+Our Ned is a brave little fellow about eight years old. He is full of
+fun, and loves to play out of doors in all kinds of weather.
+
+But what little boy can be merry when he has a raging toothache! Ned
+bore it like a hero; but he had to give up at last, and he was glad to
+take refuge in his mother's lap, and be a baby again for a while.
+
+With his head pillowed on his mother's breast, the little boy found some
+relief; but still he was in great pain. His sister stood by, trying to
+think of some way to help him. Ned could hardly keep from crying; but he
+said to his mother, "I should like to have you tell me a story."
+
+"What shall it be, darling?" said his mother.
+
+"Tell me about Harry and his dog Jack." This story had been told to Ned
+when he was a very, very little boy, and a good many times since then.
+It seemed odd to his mother that he had chosen such an old story. But he
+wanted to hear it; and so she told it all over again. This is the
+story:--
+
+"There was once a little boy named Harry, and he had a little dog named
+Jack. Jack was a queer-looking dog. He was nearly all black; but he had
+a white tail, and his front-feet were white.
+
+"Harry loved Jack very much, and as he never forgot to feed him, and
+never teased him, the dog loved Harry very much. When Harry went to
+school, Jack went too,--not into the schoolroom (for dogs can't learn to
+read, you know), but into the school-yard, where he played about till
+Harry came out again. At recess, he used to play with the boys, and have
+almost as much fun as if he were a boy too.
+
+"The yard wasn't very large, and, when the boys played ball, they would
+often throw the ball over the fence. Then it was Jack's part of the play
+to run after the ball. The boys would call, 'Jack, Jack!' and Jack would
+run under the fence, seize the ball in his mouth, and bring it back to
+the boys.
+
+[Illustration: Mother, Son, & Daughter]
+
+"But, one day, the ball rolled off the pavement out into the street. A
+wagon was passing just then; and Jack was in such a hurry to get the
+ball, that he ran right in its way, and the wheel went over his leg.
+
+"The boys all ran out to help Jack; and one of them said, 'O Harry! I'm
+afraid that he is badly hurt; for see, he runs on three legs, and lets
+the other one hang.' Harry took Jack up in his arms, and said, 'Poor
+Jack, poor little Jack.' Then he felt very gently of the dog's leg, and
+found that it was broken.
+
+"Oh, how sorry Harry and all the other boys felt! Harry couldn't keep
+from crying, and they all said that if little Jack got well they
+wouldn't send him out after the ball any more.
+
+"As soon as they were back in the yard, Harry ran into the school-house
+with Jack in his arms, and said to the teacher, 'Please, sir, may I go
+home now? My poor little dog Jack has broken his leg, and I want to show
+him to my mother, and try and make it better.' The teacher said, 'Yes,
+Harry, you are a good boy, and Jack is a good little dog, and you may
+take him home.' So Harry started at once.
+
+"When Harry's mother saw him coming home, she was afraid he was sick.
+She ran out to the gate, and said, 'Why, Harry! What makes you come home
+so early to-day?'--'O mamma!' said Harry, 'my poor little Jack has
+broken his leg!' Then Harry's mother looked at Jack, and, after thinking
+a minute said, 'My dear Harry, I am very sorry; but I think we shall
+have to kill little Jack to save him from suffering. A dog's broken leg
+cannot be made whole again.'
+
+"Oh, how sad little Harry felt when his mother said that! It made him
+cry very hard. But in a little while something made him stop crying: and
+what do you guess it was? Why, he began to think that perhaps his mamma
+was mistaken when she said that dogs couldn't have their legs mended;
+and he thought he would go to the doctor who cured him when he was sick,
+and ask about it.
+
+"So he said, 'Dear mamma, please let me go and ask Dr. Stratton if he
+won't try to fix Jack's leg.' And his mother said, 'Well, Harry, you may
+go; but I don't think the doctor will do it.'
+
+"So Harry put on his hat, and went over to Dr. Stratton's. Harry knocked
+on the doctor's door. 'Come in!' said the doctor. 'Why, Harry! What do
+you want? Anybody sick at your house?'
+
+"'N-no, sir,' said Harry, 'not exactly anybody, but my little dog Jack
+has a broken leg, and mamma says you can't mend it; but please try. My
+dear little dog is such a good dog, and mamma says he will have to be
+killed. Will you please try?'
+
+"Now, the doctor was a very kind man. He smiled, and said, 'Well, Harry,
+I never mended a dog's leg; but I'll try for your sake--but won't he
+bite me?'
+
+"'Oh, no!' said Harry. 'My dog Jack always minds me, and he will do just
+as I tell him.'
+
+"So the good doctor put on his hat, and went with Harry. When they were
+in Harry's house, the doctor said that he must have some very smooth
+pieces of wood. Harry said, 'I think the cover to my broken paint-box
+would do if it was whittled.' So he brought it, and the doctor said it
+was just the thing.
+
+"Then the doctor said, 'Now I must have some white cotton-cloth.'
+Harry's mother gave the doctor an old shirt, and he tore it into strips.
+Then he said, 'Now, Harry, I am ready.'
+
+"So Harry brought the little dog Jack, and said to him, 'Now, Jack, lie
+still!' And the good dog didn't move or bite while the doctor set his
+leg, and bound it up with the pieces of wood and the cloth. Then the
+doctor said, 'Now, Harry, you must take good care of Jack and keep him
+in the house till his leg is quite well.'
+
+"'I will,' said Harry. Then he made a nice soft bed and laid Jack in it,
+and took good care of him, and in a few weeks, what do you think? Jack
+was well!
+
+"I tell you, the boys were glad to see him back at school; and one of
+them made a rhyme about him that they used to sing every morning when
+they saw him coming,--
+
+    "'Little dog Jack, he broke his leg;
+    But now he's come back, peg-a-ty-peg!'"
+
+This was the end of the story, and Ned was so quiet that his mother
+thought he was asleep. But, all of a sudden, he looked up, with a smile,
+and said, "I'm going out now to have a game of foot-ball."
+
+"Why, what has become of that toothache?"
+
+"All gone," said Ned.
+
+"Why, that is a most wonderful cure. We will go and tell the dentist
+about it to-morrow."
+
+MRS. HENRIETTA R. ELIOT.
+
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+      No. 165.
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+      SEPTEMBER, 1880.
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+      Vol. XXVIII.
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+<h2>CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE,</h2>
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+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='center'>PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>ROSA BONHEUR</td><td align='left'>By <i>Alfred Selwyn</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#ROSA_BONHEUR">65</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>PIP AND POP</td><td align='left'>By <i>Uncle Charles</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#PIP_AND_POP">67</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE</td><td align='left'>By <i>H.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#WHAT_CAME_OF_A_DIRTY_FACE">69</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>WATERING THE FLOWERS</td><td align='left'>By <i>Uncle Sam</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#WATERING_THE_FLOWERS">70</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>BABY TO HER DOLL</td><td align='left'>By <i>W. G.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#BABY_TO_HER_DOLL">72</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>PETER AND TOMMY</td><td align='left'>By <i>Uncle Charles</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#PETER_AND_TOMMY">73</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>IF I WERE A FAIRY</td><td align='left'>By <i>George S. Burleigh</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#IF_I_WERE_A_FAIRY">74</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS</td><td align='left'>By <i>Emily Carter</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_CHILD_FASCINATING_BIRDS">77</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>DADDY FROG</td><td align='left'>By <i>George Cooper</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#DADDY_FROG">79</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>THE FIRST CATCH</td><td align='left'>By <i>G.T.T.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#THE_FIRST_CATCH">81</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>TALKING WITH THE FINGERS</td><td align='left'>By <i>S.A.E.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#TALKING_WITH_THE_FINGERS">82</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM</td><td align='left'>By <i>S.J.P.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_DAY_ON_GRANDPAS_FARM">83</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>EMMA AND ETTA</td><td align='left'>By <i>A.B.C.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#EMMA_AND_ETTA">85</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE</td><td align='left'>By <i>Mrs B. P, Sibley</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#BROWNIES_ADVENTURE">87</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A MISJUDGED FRIEND</td><td align='left'>By <i>Marian Douglas</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_MISJUDGED_FRIEND">90</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE</td><td align='left'>By <i>Mrs. Henrietta R. Eliot</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_CURE_FOR_THE_TOOTHACHE">92</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>SONG OF THE BIRDS</td><td align='left'><i>(Music by T. Crampton)</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#SONG_OF_THE_BIRDS">96</a></td></tr></table>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
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+
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+
+<div><!-- Page 64 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64" />[Pg 64]</span></div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/02.png" width="600" height="876" alt="Oxen" title="" />
+<b>Oxen</b>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 65 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65" />[Pg 65]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="ROSA_BONHEUR" id="ROSA_BONHEUR" />ROSA BONHEUR.</h2>
+
+
+<p><img src="images/03.png" width="100" height="104" alt="A" title="" />bout forty years ago, at an exhibition of paintings in Paris, two small
+pictures attracted great attention. One was called &quot;Goats and Sheep;&quot;
+the other, &quot;Two Rabbits.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They were wonderfully true to life; and what made them still more
+remarkable was, that they were the production of a girl only nineteen
+years old. That young French girl, Rosalie Bonheur, is now the famous
+artist known the world over as &quot;Rosa Bonheur.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>She was born in Bordeaux in 1822. Her father, Raymond Bonheur, was an
+artist of much merit, and he was her first teacher. From earliest youth
+she had a great fondness for animals, and delighted in studying their
+habits.</p>
+
+<p>So, naturally enough, she made animals the subjects of her pictures, and
+it is in this peculiar department of art that she has become eminent.
+Her works are quite numerous and widely known. One of the most famous is
+her &quot;Horse-Fair,&quot; which was the chief attraction of the Paris Exhibition
+in 1853.</p>
+
+<p>She is still practising her art; and in addition to that she is the
+directress of a gratuitous &quot;School of Design&quot; for young girls. When
+Paris was besieged by the Prussians, the studio and residence of Rosa
+Bonheur were spared and respected by special order of the crown prince.</p>
+
+<p>Auguste Bonheur, a younger sister of Rosa, and one of her pupils, has
+also gained a high reputation as an artist. She, too, excels as a
+painter of animals.</p>
+
+<p>We give as a frontispiece to this number an engraving of one of her
+pictures, and we will let the picture tell its own story. It is a work
+that would do credit to the famous Rosa herself.</p>
+
+<p class="author">ALFRED SELWYN.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 66 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66" />[Pg 66]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="PIP_AND_POP" id="PIP_AND_POP" />PIP AND POP.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/04.png" width="600" height="630" alt="Pip And Pop." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Well, cousin Pop, how goes the world with you? Do you find any
+worms?</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;Not a sign of one! What is to become of the race of sparrows, I
+don't know. The spring is late and chilly. There is still frost in the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Not even a fly have I caught this blessed day.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;Just my luck, friend Pop! If it weren't for the crumbs a little
+girl throws out for me every day, I should starve.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;I should like to know that little girl. Where does she live?</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;She is at school now. But come with me about two o'clock, and
+you shall be fed.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 67 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67" />[Pg 67]</span></div>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Thank you, cousin. I'll do as much for you one of these days. I
+have heard of a little girl in Ohio, who feeds the birds so well, that
+they follow her into the house, light on her head, and play with her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;A thought strikes me, cousin. The little girl who feeds me is
+just as good as the Ohio girl; but I am not as good as the Ohio birds. I
+have not trusted her as I ought to. I have not lighted on her head. I
+have not followed her into the house.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;That was a fault, my dear Pop. I do not think she will put us in
+a cage. I think she will be good to us.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;Then I'll tell you what we'll do. After she has had her dinner,
+we'll fly in at the window, and light on the table.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;A good idea! I agree to it. Now, don't you be afraid, Pop, and
+back out.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;That I won't. First we'll go and have a good wash in the brook,
+so that our feathers shall be all clean.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Another good idea! Hunger sharpens your wits, cousin.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;It sharpens my appetite: I know that.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Come on, then! Let us see who will fly the faster to the brook.
+[<i>They fly off</i>.]</p>
+
+<p class="author">UNCLE CHARLES</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/05.png" width="600" height="441" alt="Birds Drinking" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 68 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68" />[Pg 68]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="WHAT_CAME_OF_A_DIRTY_FACE" id="WHAT_CAME_OF_A_DIRTY_FACE" />WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/06.png" width="600" height="544" alt="What Came of a Dirty Face." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>A little boy I used to know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who went to a district school.<br /></span>
+<span>He learned to read, and he learned to write,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to whisper against the rule.<br /></span>
+<span>What fun it was with his marbles to play<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the teacher was busy, and looking away!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>This little boy, one day, was sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A pail of water to bring,<br /></span>
+<span>And like Jack and Jill away he ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And back he came with a swing.<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 69 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69" />[Pg 69]</span></div>
+<span>But, just as he entered the schoolroom door,<br /></span>
+<span>Both he and the water went down on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Oh, then, what a noise there was in the room!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The school-ma'am fetched a mop;<br /></span>
+<span>But, the more she tried the water to check,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The more it wouldn't stop.<br /></span>
+<span>There never was such water to run:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It seemed, with the children, to like the fun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>What was it that made the little boy fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And show such a lack of grace?<br /></span>
+<span>I'll tell you all, for I happen to know:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was only a dirty face!<br /></span>
+<span>He looked at himself in the water-pail,<br /></span>
+<span>And that made the little boy's footstep fail.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WATERING_THE_FLOWERS" id="WATERING_THE_FLOWERS" />WATERING THE FLOWERS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Why is it that flowers always grow so nicely for Mary? I often plant
+seeds; but nothing comes from them. They won't grow for me. But blossoms
+seem to spring right up wherever she goes. They must have a particular
+liking for her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>That's what Master Tom said, one day, as he saw Mary watering the
+flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Well, it is no wonder, Tom, if flowers do have a liking for such a
+lovable little girl. There's nothing so very strange about that. How
+could they help liking her?</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 70 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70" />[Pg 70]</span></div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/07.png" width="600" height="766" alt="Watering the Flowers." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>But, after all, perhaps the secret of the matter is, that Mary loves the
+flowers, and never forgets to take care of them. She looks after them
+every day, and not by fits and starts, as some people do.</p>
+
+<p>So she has good luck with her flowers, and is always able to make up a
+nice bouquet. And she not only enjoys the flowers herself, but, what is
+better still, she takes delight in having others enjoy them with her.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 71 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71" />[Pg 71]</span></div>
+
+<p>She does not forget to send a liberal share to the Flower Mission; and
+many a poor sufferer has been cheered by the sight of Mary's flowers.</p>
+
+<p class="author">UNCLE SAM.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BABY_TO_HER_DOLL" id="BABY_TO_HER_DOLL" />BABY TO HER DOLL.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/08.png" width="600" height="637" alt="Baby to Her Doll." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I wonder what you are thinking about<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While you look so smiling at me.<br /></span>
+<span>You never frown, and you never pout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your eyes are as clear as can be,<br /></span>
+<span>And though you are often hurt, no doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not a tear do I ever see!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">W.G.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 72 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72" />[Pg 72]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="PETER_AND_TOMMY" id="PETER_AND_TOMMY" />PETER AND TOMMY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/09.png" width="600" height="462" alt="Peter and Tommy." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;I say, Tommy, where did you get that new hat you have on your
+head?</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;What business is that of yours?</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;Oh, I want to learn, that's all. I may be wanting to get a hat
+of that kind myself, you know. Is it the latest style?</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Look here, young one: I sha'n't stand any of your chaffing. As
+soon as I get through with my bread and butter, I shall take hold of
+you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;Your bark is worse than your bite, Tommy. I shouldn't wonder
+if you were to come off second best in a square fight.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Be off, Peter, and let me eat my bread and butter in peace.</p>
+
+<p><!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73" />[Pg 73]</span><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;It seems to me it would be good manners to offer me a bite.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;You'll provoke me, Peter, to give you a thrashing.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;My advice is that you don't try it on.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Peter, you are a little upstart. I should leave nothing of
+you, if I once took hold of you in earnest.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;It's a hot day, Tommy, and the wisest thing you can do is to
+share your slice with me. I am very hungry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Oh, if you're hungry, that alters the case. Sit down, Peter,
+and you shall have a good bite.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;Ah! That tastes nice. Now, Tommy, explain about that hat of
+yours.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;That's my secret, Peter. I sha'n't tell it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;I can guess it. It's only a basket.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;What a wise Peter you are! And to think you've had no
+schooling as yet!</p>
+
+<p class="author">UNCLE CHARLES.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="IF_I_WERE_A_FAIRY" id="IF_I_WERE_A_FAIRY" />IF I WERE A FAIRY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>If I were a fairy slight and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Say, about as tall<br /></span>
+<span>As a span-worm forming the letter O,<br /></span>
+<span>What do you think I would do? I know!<br /></span>
+<span>In the bell of the lily I'd rock and swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Twitter and sing;<br /></span>
+<span>And, taking the gold-dust under me,<br /></span>
+<span>I'd splash the hips of the buzzing bee,<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 74 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74" />[Pg 74]</span></div>
+<span>That he might have meal to make his bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With honey spread,<br /></span>
+<span>For his thousand babies all in rows,<br /></span>
+<span>Each in a bandbox up to his nose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>I'd count the curls of the hyacinth<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By the fallen plinth,<br /></span>
+<span>And make them glossy with morning dew<br /></span>
+<span>By sunrise tinted with purple and blue;<br /></span>
+<span>And out of the sunset sky I'd get<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the violet<br /></span>
+<span>Yellow and red, and dark marine,<br /></span>
+<span>And purples deep, and a tender green;<br /></span>
+<span>And all night long, as they lay in sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I would paint and steep<br /></span>
+<span>Their velvet cheeks in a hundred dyes,<br /></span>
+<span>That well they might open great staring eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Unseen I would come where the tired ants tug<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">At a heavy slug,<br /></span>
+<span>With my rye-beard lance I'd push it along,<br /></span>
+<span>And they'd think, &quot;All at once we are wondrous strong!&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>In the nest of the robin, under the eaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of the apple-leaves,<br /></span>
+<span>I'd drop a worm in the gaping throats<br /></span>
+<span>That answer my chirp of the mother's notes.<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 75 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75" />[Pg 75]</span></div>
+<span>When bonny Miss Harebell thirsts in vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">For a drop of rain,<br /></span>
+<span>I would fill at the brook my shining cap,<br /></span>
+<span>And lay it all dripping in her lap.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Oh, what would I do as a fairy small?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I cannot tell all;<br /></span>
+<span>But I would do much with a right good will:<br /></span>
+<span>To all things good, and to nothing ill.<br /></span>
+<span>And I'd laugh and skip, like a bird on wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Twitter and sing,<br /></span>
+<span>And make boys and girls, and birds and flowers,<br /></span>
+<span>All say, &quot;What a lovely world is ours!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Well, what if I am not quite so small?<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">I can do it all<br /></span>
+<span>In my own sweet home by the same good will,<br /></span>
+<span>No fairy, but something nobler still.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/10.png" width="600" height="359" alt="If I Were a Fairy." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 76 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76" />[Pg 76]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="A_CHILD_FASCINATING_BIRDS" id="A_CHILD_FASCINATING_BIRDS" />A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/11.png" width="600" height="723" alt="A Child Fascinating Birds." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>There is a little girl in Ohio, five years old, who has the power of
+charming birds at will. Her mother was the first to notice the exercise
+of this strange power.</p>
+
+<p>The little Girl was playing in the yard where some snowbirds were
+hopping about. When she spoke to them, they <!-- Page 77 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77" />[Pg 77]</span>would come, twittering with
+glee, and light upon her shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>On her taking them in her hands and stroking them, the birds did not
+care to get away. They seemed to be highly pleased, and, when let loose,
+would fly a short distance, and soon return to the child again.</p>
+
+<p>She took several of them into the house to show to her mother. The
+mother, thinking the little girl might hurt the birds, put them out of
+doors. But the little birds were not to be cheated in this way. No
+sooner was the door opened than they flew into the room again, and
+alighted upon the girl's head, and began to chirp.</p>
+
+<p>The birds staid about the house all winter. Whenever the door was
+opened, they would fly to the little girl. The parents feared that this
+might be a bad omen, and that the little girl would die.</p>
+
+<p>But she kept her health, and did not die. She still makes pets of the
+birds, and they come and play with her. She handles them so gently, that
+even a humming-bird has been known to come to her several times.</p>
+
+<p>Last winter a whole flock of birds kept near the house all the season.
+She would feed them, and then play with them for hours at a time. Every
+morning the birds would fly to her window, and chirp, as much as to say,
+&quot;Good-morning, little mistress! Wake up, wake up!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I think the child must be a near relation of that &quot;Little Bell,&quot; of whom
+the poet Westwood sang,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Whom God's creatures love,&quot; the angels fair<br /></span>
+<span>Murmured, &quot;God doth bless with angels' care:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Child, thy bed shall be<br /></span>
+<span>Folded safe from harm; love deep and kind<br /></span>
+<span>Shall watch around, and leave good gifts behind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Little Bell, for thee!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">EMILY CARTER.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 78 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78" />[Pg 78]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="DADDY_FROG" id="DADDY_FROG" />DADDY FROG.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/12.png" width="600" height="250" alt="Daddy Frog &amp; Children" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Old Daddy Frog lives in a bog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his coat is bottle-green;<br /></span>
+<span>Yellow his vest; handsomely dressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His pretty shape is seen.<br /></span>
+<span>Puffing with pride, there at his side<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His dame is sure to be:<br /></span>
+<span>Smiling, she says, &quot;No one could raise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A finer family!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Old Daddy Frog leaps on a log<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a spry and jaunty way:<br /></span>
+<span>Calling his boys&mdash;oh, what a noise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He joins them in their play.<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 79 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79" />[Pg 79]</span></div>
+<span>Hippety hop! under they pop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Daddy Frog says he,<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;Isn't it fine? How they will shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This polished family!<br /></span>
+<span>Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Old Daddy Frog lives in the bog<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the summer days are done:<br /></span>
+<span>Little boys grow; dressed like a beau<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now is each model son.<br /></span>
+<span>Daddy Frog's eyes wink with surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Filled with delight is he;<br /></span>
+<span>Dame at his side chuckles with pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&quot;There's no such family!<br /></span>
+<span>Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">GEORGE COOPER.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/13.png" width="300" height="411" alt="Daddy Frog" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_CATCH" id="THE_FIRST_CATCH" />THE FIRST CATCH.</h2>
+
+<div><!-- Page 80 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80" />[Pg 80]</span></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/14.png" width="600" height="854" alt="One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I caught a fish alive. Why did you let him go? He bit my little finger so." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 81 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81" />[Pg 81]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="TALKING_WITH_THE_FINGERS" id="TALKING_WITH_THE_FINGERS" />TALKING WITH THE FINGERS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>No doubt, many of the little readers of &quot;The Nursery&quot; go to school; yet
+not many of them, I think, can ever have been in such a school as the
+one in which I am teaching. The walls of the room are hung with pictures
+of birds, animals, insects, fishes, and flowers. The blackboard is
+covered with drawings of many familiar objects.</p>
+
+<p>While I am writing this, seven little boys and nine little girls (how
+many does that make in all?) are busy writing on their slates. These
+children do not have any books to study. I tell them what I wish to
+teach them, and they write it down, and try to remember it. But I teach
+them without speaking a word. I talk to them with my fingers.</p>
+
+<p>You have guessed already, I dare say, that these dear little children
+are deaf and dumb; that is, they can neither hear nor speak. They cannot
+go to school and live at home, and see papa and mamma night and morning,
+as you can; for there are no schools for them near their homes. They
+have to go a long way from home, and stay in school many long weeks
+without seeing father or mother, brother or sister. So, when vacation
+comes, how glad and happy they are! Some of them are even now writing on
+their slates, &quot;In sixteen weeks we shall go home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I have said that these children cannot speak; but that is not quite
+true, for many of them are learning to speak. When I talk to them, they
+look very closely at my lips, and so learn to tell what I am saying.
+Some of them have very sweet and pleasant voices, the sound of which
+they have never heard in all their lives.</p>
+
+<p>And now let me say that I hope you will learn the finger-alphabet; so
+that, if you visit any of my little pupils, you can talk to them.</p>
+
+<p><!-- Page 82 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82" />[Pg 82]</span>If you ask them, they will spell very slowly,&mdash;how fast they <i>can</i>
+spell!&mdash;so that you can read what they say. Perhaps you can get &quot;The
+Nursery&quot; to print the alphabet for you.</p>
+
+<p class="author">S.A.E.</p>
+
+<p class="author">ROCHESTER, N.Y., March, 1880.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_DAY_ON_GRANDPAS_FARM" id="A_DAY_ON_GRANDPAS_FARM" />A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/15.png" width="600" height="743" alt="A Day on Grandpa&#39;s Farm" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Arlington!&quot; cried the conductor, as the train stopped at a little
+station in Central Wisconsin. We got out of the car just in time to see
+grandpa driving up in his big double wagon.</p>
+
+<p><!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83" />[Pg 83]</span>We climbed in, and grandpa said, &quot;Get up, Bill! Go along, Jip!&quot; and
+away we started for the farm.</p>
+
+<p>When we got there, the first thing we saw was grandma making cookies
+with holes in them. She said she would give us some if we would be sure
+and not eat the holes.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner, my sister Ally, cousin Johnny, and I, went out to take a
+ramble in the barn and hunt for eggs. Pretty soon we heard Johnny
+calling, &quot;Oh, come quick, and see what I have found!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>We ran quickly to the place where he was, and there we saw a hen with a
+brood of chickens. One of the chicks was on its mother's back, one was
+on the floor in front of her, and the others were peeping out from under
+her wings. It was a pretty sight.</p>
+
+<p>After naming each of the chickens, we all made a search for eggs. We
+found one nest with five eggs in it, another with three, and another
+with two. Johnny put the eggs in his cap, and carried them into the
+house.</p>
+
+<p>He soon came running back, saying, &quot;Now, let us go and have a swing.&quot; So
+we all went to the swing, and swung till we were tired. Then Ally said,
+&quot;Oh, come and see the ducks swimming on the pond!&quot; but Johnny said,
+&quot;Wait till I get my boat, that uncle Sam made for me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So we all went to the pond, and Johnny put in his boat. It sailed right
+out among the ducks, and they were much afraid of it, and swam away as
+fast as they could, saying, &quot;Quack, quack, quack!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Johnny went to the other side of the pond to get his boat, which had
+sailed across, and he had just got back when we heard grandma calling,
+&quot;Children, come in to supper.&quot; After supper, mamma read us a story from
+&quot;The Nursery,&quot; and then tucked us snugly in bed, and we went to sleep to
+dream of cookies, and hunting eggs.</p>
+
+<p class="author">S.H.P.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 84 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84" />[Pg 84]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="EMMA_AND_ETTA" id="EMMA_AND_ETTA" />EMMA AND ETTA.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/16.png" width="600" height="645" alt="Emma and Etta" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Emma and Etta are sisters. They have a doll whose name is Clara.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 85 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85" />[Pg 85]</span></div>
+
+<p>They are very fond of Clara, and it would be hard to tell which of the
+two Clara likes best. It is not often that one doll has two such
+mothers.</p>
+
+<p>In the picture you may see Emma dressing the doll. She has curled the
+sweet little thing's hair, and Etta has a nice, clean gown all ready for
+her to put on.</p>
+
+<p>It is to be hoped that this doll with two mothers will not be too much
+petted. It would be a pity if she should become a spoiled child.</p>
+
+<p class="author">A.B.C.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 648px;">
+<img src="images/17.png" width="648" height="560" alt="Child and Doll" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 86 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86" />[Pg 86]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="BROWNIES_ADVENTURE" id="BROWNIES_ADVENTURE" />BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/18.png" width="600" height="719" alt="Brownie&#39;s Adventure" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Grace and Willie named him Brownie, because all his brothers and sisters
+were white, and he was such a funny little brown puff-ball of a chicken.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Speckle (that was his mother) was just as proud of him as she could
+be; but foolish Brownie thought her too strict. She would never consent
+to let one of the downy things out of her sight for a moment, and told
+them fearful stories of hawks and weasels, to say nothing of bad boys
+and big dogs.</p>
+
+<p>But Brownie kept thinking that some day, when he was a little older and
+stronger, he would leave the yard, and see whether there were really
+such dangers in the fields and woods as his mother said there was.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 87 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87" />[Pg 87]</span></div>
+
+<p>After a while the pretty brown feathers all dropped out, one after
+another, until Brownie looked more like a chicken which had been plucked
+than any thing else. Grace could not keep from laughing at the sight of
+him; and it was very droll when he popped up on a log, and tried a weak,
+quavering crow.</p>
+
+<p>To be sure, Mrs. Speckle did not keep a looking-glass, and I suppose
+poor Brownie had no idea how very absurd he looked. To tell the truth,
+he thought he was almost grown up, and began to watch for a chance to
+begin his journey to see the world. He had not the least doubt that he
+would see something fine, if he could only get out of the sight of his
+mother, who was so very strict, and had such foolish notions, as he
+thought.</p>
+
+<p>So, one day, as Mrs. Speckle was having a friendly chat with Dame
+Top-Knot, he took the chance to creep slyly under the fence, and was off
+all alone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How silly mothers are! And such cowards too!&quot; he said to himself. &quot;I am
+sure there's nothing here to hurt me. I would like to see any one meddle
+with me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>At this instant he felt a sharp peck; and a voice said close to his ear,
+&quot;Halloo, little one, you had better start for home!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He looked up, and saw young Green-Wing, who was two months older, and
+boasted a comb of good size, to say nothing of his sharp spurs.</p>
+
+<p>Brownie thought it best to say nothing after the first &quot;peep,&quot; and hid,
+trembling with fright, under the first leaf he could find. But the sun
+shone, the sky was a lovely blue, the ground was bright with flowers,
+and there were many bugs crawling about. Brownie had quite a feast, and
+was beginning to regain his spirits, when something happened which
+turned all his thoughts topsy-turvy.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 88 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88" />[Pg 88]</span></div>
+
+<p>The sky grew dark all at once. Something caught hold of him, and
+Brownie felt himself going up, up, so swiftly, that it quite took his
+breath away. &quot;It must be a thousand miles,&quot; he thought.</p>
+
+<p>Crack! went a gun. Then the hawk let go and Brownie went down, down to
+the ground, where he lay for a long time as if he were dead.</p>
+
+<p>When he opened his eyes it was almost dark. The sun had set, and he had
+forgotten the way home. &quot;I shall never see mamma again,&quot; he sobbed. &quot;I
+wish I had been good and not run away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, here's Brownie!&quot; cried Grace's voice. &quot;The hawk did not get him
+after all. Come, Willie, and help me drive him to the hen-house.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I hope, my dear, you will never be so very naughty again,&quot; said Mrs.
+Speckle, as he crept under her wing.</p>
+
+<p class="author">MRS. B.P. SIBLEY.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/19.png" width="600" height="454" alt="Hen and Chicks" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 89 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89" />[Pg 89]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="A_MISJUDGED_FRIEND" id="A_MISJUDGED_FRIEND" />A MISJUDGED FRIEND.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The gardener shut the garden gate,<br /></span>
+<span>And went to weed the onion-bed:<br /></span>
+<span>The growing plants stood tall and straight;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;But what is this?&quot; surprised he said.<br /></span>
+<span>Some broken bricks, some stones and sticks,<br /></span>
+<span>And underneath them, crushed and dead,<br /></span>
+<span>A large brown toad! &quot;James, Martin, Fred!&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>He called three little boys, who played<br /></span>
+<span>Near by, beneath a pear-tree's shade,<br /></span>
+<span>And sternly asked, &quot;What cruel play<br /></span>
+<span>Is this you've been about to-day?&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;'Tis very hard we should be blamed,<br /></span>
+<span>I'm sure!&quot; poor little James exclaimed:<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;We only killed the toad because<br /></span>
+<span>An ugly-looking thing he was,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>So very ugly, that we knew<br /></span>
+<span>He surely would some mischief do.<br /></span>
+<span>He had great warts upon his back,<br /></span>
+<span>And curious blotches, greenish black,<br /></span>
+<span>And darting tongue, and strange flat head&quot;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;And how he sprawled his legs!&quot; cried Fred.<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;His mouth,&quot; said Martin, &quot;was so wide,<br /></span>
+<span>It reached far round on either side;<br /></span>
+<span>And queer winks with his eyes he'd give:<br /></span>
+<span>We did not dare to let him live.<br /></span>
+<span>We had to kill that toad because<br /></span>
+<span>An ugly-looking thing he was.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div><!-- Page 90 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90" />[Pg 90]</span></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>The gardener gravely shook his head;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;It was a heartless act,&quot; he said;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;And, more than that, you may depend<br /></span>
+<span>Upon my word, you've killed a friend;<br /></span>
+<span>For often, at my work, I've found<br /></span>
+<span>This same toad near me, hopping round,<br /></span>
+<span>And, watching him, I've learned that he<br /></span>
+<span>My constant helper used to be,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>A second gardener, with no pay,<br /></span>
+<span>Who still was busy every day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;He killed the young potato-bugs,<br /></span>
+<span>The caterpillars, and the slugs,<br /></span>
+<span>The beetles striped with yellow lines,<br /></span>
+<span>That spoil the tender melon-vines,<br /></span>
+<span>And looked round with his blinking eyes<br /></span>
+<span>For cabbage-worms and turnip-flies,<br /></span>
+<span>Low-flying moths with downy wings,<br /></span>
+<span>And slimy snails in shady nooks.<br /></span>
+<span>It was the cruellest of things<br /></span>
+<span>To kill poor Hop Toad for his looks.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;And if, when you shall older grow,<br /></span>
+<span>You strangers judge by outward show,<br /></span>
+<span>You'll be as foolish as unjust:<br /></span>
+<span>In worthless men you'll put your trust,<br /></span>
+<span>And often sorrow, in the end,<br /></span>
+<span>For having wronged some honest friend.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">MARIAN DOUGLAS.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 91 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91" />[Pg 91]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="A_CURE_FOR_THE_TOOTHACHE" id="A_CURE_FOR_THE_TOOTHACHE" />A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Our Ned is a brave little fellow about eight years old. He is full of
+fun, and loves to play out of doors in all kinds of weather.</p>
+
+<p>But what little boy can be merry when he has a raging toothache! Ned
+bore it like a hero; but he had to give up at last, and he was glad to
+take refuge in his mother's lap, and be a baby again for a while.</p>
+
+<p>With his head pillowed on his mother's breast, the little boy found some
+relief; but still he was in great pain. His sister stood by, trying to
+think of some way to help him. Ned could hardly keep from crying; but he
+said to his mother, &quot;I should like to have you tell me a story.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What shall it be, darling?&quot; said his mother.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Tell me about Harry and his dog Jack.&quot; This story had been told to Ned
+when he was a very, very little boy, and a good many times since then.
+It seemed odd to his mother that he had chosen such an old story. But he
+wanted to hear it; and so she told it all over again. This is the
+story:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There was once a little boy named Harry, and he had a little dog named
+Jack. Jack was a queer-looking dog. He was nearly all black; but he had
+a white tail, and his front-feet were white.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Harry loved Jack very much, and as he never forgot to feed him, and
+never teased him, the dog loved Harry very much. When Harry went to
+school, Jack went too,&mdash;not into the schoolroom (for dogs can't learn to
+read, you know), but into the school-yard, where he played about till
+Harry came out again. At recess, he used to play with the boys, and have
+almost as much fun as if he were a boy too.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The yard wasn't very large, and, when the boys played ball, they would
+often throw the ball over the fence. Then it was Jack's part of the play
+to run after the ball. The boys would call, 'Jack, Jack!' and Jack would
+run under the fence, seize the ball in his mouth, and bring it back to
+the boys.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 92 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92" />[Pg 92]</span></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/20.png" width="600" height="756" alt="Mother, Son, &amp; Daughter" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&quot;But, one day, the ball rolled off the pavement out into the street. A
+wagon was passing just then; and Jack was in such a hurry to get the
+ball, that he ran right in its way, and the wheel went over his leg.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The boys all ran out to help Jack; and one of them said, 'O Harry! I'm
+afraid that he is badly hurt; for see, he runs on three legs, and lets
+the other one hang.' Harry took Jack up in his arms, and said, 'Poor
+Jack, poor little Jack.' Then he felt very gently of the dog's leg, and
+found that it was broken.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 93 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93" />[Pg 93]</span></div>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, how sorry Harry and all the other boys felt! Harry couldn't keep
+from crying, and they all said that if little Jack got well they
+wouldn't send him out after the ball any more.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;As soon as they were back in the yard, Harry ran into the school-house
+with Jack in his arms, and said to the teacher, 'Please, sir, may I go
+home now? My poor little dog Jack has broken his leg, and I want to show
+him to my mother, and try and make it better.' The teacher said, 'Yes,
+Harry, you are a good boy, and Jack is a good little dog, and you may
+take him home.' So Harry started at once.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;When Harry's mother saw him coming home, she was afraid he was sick.
+She ran out to the gate, and said, 'Why, Harry! What makes you come home
+so early to-day?'&mdash;'O mamma!' said Harry, 'my poor little Jack has
+broken his leg!' Then Harry's mother looked at Jack, and, after thinking
+a minute said, 'My dear Harry, I am very sorry; but I think we shall
+have to kill little Jack to save him from suffering. A dog's broken leg
+cannot be made whole again.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, how sad little Harry felt when his mother said that! It made him
+cry very hard. But in a little while something made him stop crying: and
+what do you guess it was? Why, he began to think that perhaps his mamma
+was mistaken when she said that dogs couldn't have their legs mended;
+and he thought he would go to the doctor who cured him when he was sick,
+and ask about it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So he said, 'Dear mamma, please let me go and ask Dr. Stratton if he
+won't try to fix Jack's leg.' And his mother said, 'Well, Harry, you may
+go; but I don't think the doctor will do it.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So Harry put on his hat, and went over to Dr. Stratton's. Harry knocked
+on the doctor's door. 'Come in!' said the doctor. 'Why, Harry! What do
+you want? Anybody sick at your house?'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;'N-no, sir,' said Harry, 'not exactly anybody, but my little dog Jack
+has a broken leg, and mamma says you can't mend it; but please try. My
+dear little dog is such a good dog, and mamma says he will have to be
+killed. Will you please try?'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now, the doctor was a very kind man. He smiled, and said, 'Well, Harry,
+I never mended a dog's leg; but I'll try for your sake&mdash;but won't he
+bite me?'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;'Oh, no!' said Harry. 'My dog Jack always minds me, and he will do just
+as I tell him.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So the good doctor put on his hat, and went with Harry. When they were
+in Harry's house, the doctor said that he must have some very smooth
+pieces of wood. Harry said, 'I think the cover to my broken paint-box
+would do if it was whittled.' So he brought it, and the doctor said it
+was just the thing.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 94 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94" />[Pg 94]</span></div>
+
+<p>&quot;Then the doctor said, 'Now I must have some white cotton-cloth.'
+Harry's mother gave the doctor an old shirt, and he tore it into strips.
+Then he said, 'Now, Harry, I am ready.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So Harry brought the little dog Jack, and said to him, 'Now, Jack, lie
+still!' And the good dog didn't move or bite while the doctor set his
+leg, and bound it up with the pieces of wood and the cloth. Then the
+doctor said, 'Now, Harry, you must take good care of Jack and keep him
+in the house till his leg is quite well.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;'I will,' said Harry. Then he made a nice soft bed and laid Jack in it,
+and took good care of him, and in a few weeks, what do you think? Jack
+was well!</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I tell you, the boys were glad to see him back at school; and one of
+them made a rhyme about him that they used to sing every morning when
+they saw him coming,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;'Little dog Jack, he broke his leg;<br /></span>
+<span>But now he's come back, peg-a-ty-peg!'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>This was the end of the story, and Ned was so quiet that his mother
+thought he was asleep. But, all of a sudden, he looked up, with a smile,
+and said, &quot;I'm going out now to have a game of foot-ball.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, what has become of that toothache?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All gone,&quot; said Ned.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, that is a most wonderful cure. We will go and tell the dentist
+about it to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="author">MRS. HENRIETTA R. ELIOT.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/21.png" width="600" height="236" alt="Children Playing" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 95 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95" />[Pg 95]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="SONG_OF_THE_BIRDS" id="SONG_OF_THE_BIRDS" />SONG OF THE BIRDS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Words from the Nursery.</p>
+
+<p>Music by T. CRAMPTON.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/22.png" width="600" height="744" alt="Music" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>1.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Chipper, chipper, chip! come, clear the way!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We must be at work to day.<br /></span>
+<span>See us swiftly fly along,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hear outbursts of merry song;<br /></span>
+<span>Watch us in our busy flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glancing in your window bright;<br /></span>
+<span>Save your bits of yarn for me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just think what a help 'twould be!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>2.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Chipper, chipper, chip! Hark, how he sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he comes for threads and strings,<br /></span>
+<span>Which he is not slow to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the budding lilac tree!<br /></span>
+<span>Now with cunning saucy pranks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See him nod his hearty thanks:<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;These are just the thing,&quot; says he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&quot;What a help they'll be to me!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>3.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Chipper, chipper, chip! Now see him go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now so fast and now so slow;<br /></span>
+<span>Working ever at the nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never stopping once to rest,<br /></span>
+<span>Getting bits of straw and things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For his good wife, while he sings,<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;Chip, chip, chip, so gay are we,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing in the lilac tree.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<div><!-- Page 96 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96" />[Pg 96]</span></div>
+<h2>1.50 for a Subscription to &quot;The Nursery&quot; will make a child happy
+all the year.</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>AND NOT WEAR OUT. SOLD by Watchmakers. By mail, 30 cts. circulars FREE
+J. S. BIRCH &amp; CO., 38 Dey St., N.Y.;</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 636px;">
+<img src="images/23.png" width="318" height="44" alt="A KEY THAT WILL WIND ANY WATCH" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>ELGIN WATCHES.</h2>
+
+<p>All styles, Gold, Silver and Nickel, $6 to $150, Chains, etc., sent
+C.O.D. to be examined. Write for Catalogue to STANDARD AMERICAN
+WATCH CO., PITTSBURGH, PA.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/24.png" width="410" height="102" alt="Shot Gun" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>GREAT WESTERN GUN WORKS, Pittsburgh, Pa. Send stamp for Catalogue.
+Rifles, Shot Guns, Revolvers, sent c.o.d. for examination</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Induce your neighbors and friends to Subscribe for &quot;The Nursery&quot; at
+once.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>Castoria</h2>
+
+<p><b>Pleasant to take</b>; never narcotic, always <b>regulates the Stomach</b> and
+Bowels. No <b>Sour-Curd</b> or Wind-Colic; no <b>Feverishness</b> or Diarrhoea; no
+Congestion or <b>Worms</b>, and no <b>Cross Children</b> or <b>worn-out Mothers</b>
+where <b>Castoria</b> is used.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>THOUSANDS VISIT THE MINERAL SPRINGS,</h2>
+
+<p>Here and abroad, and spend thousands of dollars in search for health,
+when a few doses of</p>
+
+<h3>Tarrant's Seltzer Aperient</h3>
+
+<p>would accomplish the same results, at the cost of a few cents. Each
+bottle contains from thirty to forty glasses of Sparkling Seltzer, which
+makes it positively the cheapest, as well as the most efficacious
+mineral water extant.</p>
+
+<p>SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/25.png" width="430" height="351" alt="TARRANT&#39;S SELTZER APERIENT." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>HANFORD'S NONE SUCH BAKING POWDER</h2>
+
+<p>Is ABSOLUTELY PURE;&mdash;Grape Cream Tartar and Bicarb. Soda, Contains
+<i>nothing else; full weight;</i> forfeited if not as represented. <i>All other
+kinds</i> have filling. Sample of <i>pure</i> powder and test to detect filling
+free by mail. GEO. C. HANFORD, Syracuse, N.Y.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>52</h2>
+
+<p>Gold, Crystal, Lace Perfumed and Chrome Cards name in Gold and Jet,
+l0c. Clinton Drive, Cromwell Coun.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>50</h2>
+
+<p>Elegent New Chromos, Shells, Gold-border &amp;c. cards, name on 10c
+G.A. Spring, Northford, Ct.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A PRESENT. Beautiful Chromo Cards given to readers of this paper for 3c.
+stamp, C.B.Ravene, Summit, N.Y</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>INVALID ROLLING CHAIR.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 188px;">
+<img src="images/26.png" width="188" height="112" alt="(RECLINING)" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 138px;">
+<img src="images/27.png" width="138" height="166" alt="Invalid Rolling Chair" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>A Priceless boon to those who are unable to walk. Hon. A.H. Stephens,
+M.C., and hundreds of others use them. Send for Circular to</p>
+
+<h3>FOLDING CHAIR CO. New Haven, Conn.</h3>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>Choicest Illustrated Books for Children.</h2>
+
+<p>
+<b>Bound Volumes of &quot;The Nursery&quot;</b>&mdash;Half-Yearly                  $1.00<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 1em;">&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  &quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  Yearly&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;  1.75</span><br />
+<b>The Beautiful Book</b>&mdash;A collection of Choice                     .75<br />
+<b>The Easy Book</b>&mdash;In Large Type. Full                             .75<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">&quot;&nbsp;  &quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;  &quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &quot;&nbsp; &nbsp;  &quot;&nbsp;  Half&nbsp;  &quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; .50</span><br />
+<b>The Nursery Primer</b>&mdash;A superb book of 64                        .30<br />
+<b>The Nursery Reader</b>&mdash;Nos. 1, 2, 3, and 4, each                  .30<br />
+<b>&quot;The Nursery&quot; for Primary Schools</b>&mdash;Nos. 1, 2, 3, and 4, each   .30<br />
+<b>Nursery Stories in Prose and Rhyme</b>                            1.00<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Sent, postpaid, on receipt of price. A liberal discount to schools.</i></p>
+
+<p>Address, THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,</p>
+
+<p>36 <i>Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass</i></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><!-- Page 97 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97" />[Pg 97]</span>Subscriptions may commence with any number and for any time.</p>
+
+<h3>$2.50 <i>Per Hundred</i>. CHEAP $2.50 <i>per Hundred</i>.</h3>
+
+<h2>Supplementary Reading for Primary Schools!</h2>
+
+<h3>The</h3>
+
+<h2>Child's Monthly Reader.</h2>
+
+<p>The third volume of &quot;The Child's Monthly,&quot; a magazine which has been
+used with great success in many primary schools, was completed with its
+March issue. It is now consolidated with &quot;The Nursery,&quot; which will
+embody all its most prominent features. We can supply back numbers of
+&quot;The Child's Monthly&quot; and &quot;Monthly Reader&quot; at the above low rate.</p>
+
+<p>We call the especial attention of School Committees, Teachers, and
+others to the opportunity here afforded of obtaining the <b>Choicest and
+Best Illustrated Reading-Matter</b> at a trifling expense. Each number
+contains 16 pages, printed in large type on fine tinted paper. Send
+stamp for a specimen copy. Address</p>
+
+<p>THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,</p>
+
+<p>36 <i>Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass.</i></p>
+
+<h3>BOUND VOLUMES OF &quot;THE NURSERY&quot;</h3>
+
+<p>Will be sent, postpaid, by the publisher at the following prices:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>Half-Yearly Volumes, $1. Yearly Volumes, $1.75. The magazine was begun
+in 1867.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>OXFORD'S SENIOR SPEAKER.</h2>
+
+<p>A splendid volume, containing the best collection extant, of Pieces for
+Declamation, New Dialogues, &amp;c. Illustrated with excellent likenesses of
+Charbam, Mirabeau, Webster, Demosthenes, Cicero, Grattan, Patrick Henry,
+Curran, Sheridan, Madame Roland, Victor Hugo, Calhoun, Hayne, Everett,
+Tennyson, Longfellow. O. W. Holmes, Bret Harte, Epes Sargent, Thackeray,
+Dickens, and many more, embracing</p>
+
+<h4>Ninety Beautiful Illustrations</h4>
+
+<p>in all. Every schoolboy ought to have this book; it is latest and best
+SPEAKER. Price 1.50.</p>
+
+<h3>OXFORD'S JUNIOR SPEAKER</h3>
+
+<p>Beautifully illustrated (Price 75 Cents), is the best work of the kind
+for younger classes in Declamations.</p>
+
+<p>THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,</p>
+
+<p>36 Bromfield Street, Boston.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>PRETTY PAPERS FOR PAPER DOLLS</h2>
+
+<h3>AND MAY BASKETS</h3>
+
+<p>Send 15 cents, and get 20 varieties by mail.</p>
+
+<p>THE NURSERY, 36 Bromfield Street Boston, Mass.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Please Show your copy of</p>
+
+<h4>The Nursery</h4>
+
+<p>to all your friends, and ask them to subscribe for it at once.
+Get up a Club and thereby earn a handsome Premium.</p>
+
+<h4>PLEASE OBSERVE</h4>
+
+<p>When your subscription expires, and be sure to renew
+promptly so that your name may remain on the list undisturbed. If your
+label has no number attached, then your subscription expires with the
+December number, (No. 168).</p>
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14493 ***</div>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Nursery, No. 165. September, 1880, Vol.
+28, by Various
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+Title: The Nursery, No. 165. September, 1880, Vol. 28
+       A Monthly Magazine For Youngest Readers
+
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+<div><!-- Page 62 --><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62" /></div>
+
+<table width="650" summary="Publishing date and volume number">
+  <tr>
+    <td>
+      No. 165.
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+    <td align="center">
+      SEPTEMBER, 1880.
+    </td>
+    <td align="right">
+      Vol. XXVIII.
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+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+<table style="background: url(images/01.png);" width="650"
+summary="Cover Page (Illustrated)">
+  <tr>
+    <td>
+      <h3>THE</h3>
+
+      <h1>NURSERY</h1>
+
+      <h2><i>A Monthly Magazine</i></h2>
+
+      <h3>FOR YOUNGEST READERS.</h3>
+      <br />
+      <br />
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+      <br />
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+      Western News Company, Chicago.</h6>
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+    <td>
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+  </tr>
+</table>
+
+<table width="650" summary="">
+<tr><td>$1.50 a Year, in advance.</td><td align="right">A single copy, 15 cents.</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p class="center">Entered at the Post Office at Boston as Second-Class Matter.<!-- Page 63 --><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63" /></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE,</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'></td><td align='center'>PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>ROSA BONHEUR</td><td align='left'>By <i>Alfred Selwyn</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#ROSA_BONHEUR">65</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>PIP AND POP</td><td align='left'>By <i>Uncle Charles</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#PIP_AND_POP">67</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE</td><td align='left'>By <i>H.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#WHAT_CAME_OF_A_DIRTY_FACE">69</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>WATERING THE FLOWERS</td><td align='left'>By <i>Uncle Sam</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#WATERING_THE_FLOWERS">70</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>BABY TO HER DOLL</td><td align='left'>By <i>W. G.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#BABY_TO_HER_DOLL">72</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>PETER AND TOMMY</td><td align='left'>By <i>Uncle Charles</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#PETER_AND_TOMMY">73</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>IF I WERE A FAIRY</td><td align='left'>By <i>George S. Burleigh</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#IF_I_WERE_A_FAIRY">74</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS</td><td align='left'>By <i>Emily Carter</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_CHILD_FASCINATING_BIRDS">77</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>DADDY FROG</td><td align='left'>By <i>George Cooper</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#DADDY_FROG">79</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>THE FIRST CATCH</td><td align='left'>By <i>G.T.T.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#THE_FIRST_CATCH">81</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>TALKING WITH THE FINGERS</td><td align='left'>By <i>S.A.E.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#TALKING_WITH_THE_FINGERS">82</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM</td><td align='left'>By <i>S.J.P.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_DAY_ON_GRANDPAS_FARM">83</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>EMMA AND ETTA</td><td align='left'>By <i>A.B.C.</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#EMMA_AND_ETTA">85</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE</td><td align='left'>By <i>Mrs B. P, Sibley</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#BROWNIES_ADVENTURE">87</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A MISJUDGED FRIEND</td><td align='left'>By <i>Marian Douglas</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_MISJUDGED_FRIEND">90</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE</td><td align='left'>By <i>Mrs. Henrietta R. Eliot</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#A_CURE_FOR_THE_TOOTHACHE">92</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>SONG OF THE BIRDS</td><td align='left'><i>(Music by T. Crampton)</i></td><td align='center'><a href="#SONG_OF_THE_BIRDS">96</a></td></tr></table>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><i>The change in the publishing department of &quot;The Nursery&quot; involves no
+change whatever in its editorial management. Our facilities for carrying
+on the work are now better than ever. We have in preparation for coming
+numbers some admirable designs, illustrative of the choicest
+reading-matter in prose and verse. None but the best will find a place
+in its pages. &quot;The Nursery&quot; will maintain its reputation as the best of
+all magazines for young children. All communications relating to it
+should be addressed to</i> THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY.</p>
+
+<p><i>The time will soon be at hand for getting up clubs for the next year.
+It is a good plan to be in the field early. We shall offer extra
+numbers, as usual, to</i> NEW <i>subscribers who send their money before the
+new year begins. Our next number will contain a comprehensive and
+attractive Premium-List. Direct all remittances to</i> THE NURSERY
+PUBLISHING COMPANY.</p>
+
+<p><i>Our friends of the Newspaper Press will oblige us by sending marked
+copies of monthly notices without fail. We are about revising our
+exchange list, and wish to have the means of knowing to what papers we
+are indebted. In all notices please mention that subscriptions should be
+addressed to</i> THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY.</p>
+
+<p><i>We call attention to the list of illustrated-books for children which
+we offer for sale. (See advertisement on third page of cover</i>). THE
+BOUND VOLUMES OF &quot;THE NURSERY,&quot; <i>now thirteen in number, form a library
+from which one cannot choose amiss</i>. THE EASY BOOK <i>and</i> THE BEAUTIFUL
+BOOK <i>are unequalled by anything of the kind in the market. Make drafts
+and money-orders payable to the order of</i></p>
+
+<p><b>THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,</b></p>
+
+<p><b>36 Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass.</b></p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 64 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64" />[Pg 64]</span></div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/02.png" width="600" height="876" alt="Oxen" title="" />
+<b>Oxen</b>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 65 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65" />[Pg 65]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="ROSA_BONHEUR" id="ROSA_BONHEUR" />ROSA BONHEUR.</h2>
+
+
+<p><img src="images/03.png" width="100" height="104" alt="A" title="" />bout forty years ago, at an exhibition of paintings in Paris, two small
+pictures attracted great attention. One was called &quot;Goats and Sheep;&quot;
+the other, &quot;Two Rabbits.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>They were wonderfully true to life; and what made them still more
+remarkable was, that they were the production of a girl only nineteen
+years old. That young French girl, Rosalie Bonheur, is now the famous
+artist known the world over as &quot;Rosa Bonheur.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>She was born in Bordeaux in 1822. Her father, Raymond Bonheur, was an
+artist of much merit, and he was her first teacher. From earliest youth
+she had a great fondness for animals, and delighted in studying their
+habits.</p>
+
+<p>So, naturally enough, she made animals the subjects of her pictures, and
+it is in this peculiar department of art that she has become eminent.
+Her works are quite numerous and widely known. One of the most famous is
+her &quot;Horse-Fair,&quot; which was the chief attraction of the Paris Exhibition
+in 1853.</p>
+
+<p>She is still practising her art; and in addition to that she is the
+directress of a gratuitous &quot;School of Design&quot; for young girls. When
+Paris was besieged by the Prussians, the studio and residence of Rosa
+Bonheur were spared and respected by special order of the crown prince.</p>
+
+<p>Auguste Bonheur, a younger sister of Rosa, and one of her pupils, has
+also gained a high reputation as an artist. She, too, excels as a
+painter of animals.</p>
+
+<p>We give as a frontispiece to this number an engraving of one of her
+pictures, and we will let the picture tell its own story. It is a work
+that would do credit to the famous Rosa herself.</p>
+
+<p class="author">ALFRED SELWYN.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 66 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66" />[Pg 66]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="PIP_AND_POP" id="PIP_AND_POP" />PIP AND POP.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/04.png" width="600" height="630" alt="Pip And Pop." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Well, cousin Pop, how goes the world with you? Do you find any
+worms?</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;Not a sign of one! What is to become of the race of sparrows, I
+don't know. The spring is late and chilly. There is still frost in the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Not even a fly have I caught this blessed day.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;Just my luck, friend Pop! If it weren't for the crumbs a little
+girl throws out for me every day, I should starve.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;I should like to know that little girl. Where does she live?</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;She is at school now. But come with me about two o'clock, and
+you shall be fed.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 67 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67" />[Pg 67]</span></div>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Thank you, cousin. I'll do as much for you one of these days. I
+have heard of a little girl in Ohio, who feeds the birds so well, that
+they follow her into the house, light on her head, and play with her.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;A thought strikes me, cousin. The little girl who feeds me is
+just as good as the Ohio girl; but I am not as good as the Ohio birds. I
+have not trusted her as I ought to. I have not lighted on her head. I
+have not followed her into the house.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;That was a fault, my dear Pop. I do not think she will put us in
+a cage. I think she will be good to us.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;Then I'll tell you what we'll do. After she has had her dinner,
+we'll fly in at the window, and light on the table.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;A good idea! I agree to it. Now, don't you be afraid, Pop, and
+back out.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;That I won't. First we'll go and have a good wash in the brook,
+so that our feathers shall be all clean.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Another good idea! Hunger sharpens your wits, cousin.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pop</i>.&mdash;It sharpens my appetite: I know that.</p>
+
+<p><i>Pip</i>.&mdash;Come on, then! Let us see who will fly the faster to the brook.
+[<i>They fly off</i>.]</p>
+
+<p class="author">UNCLE CHARLES</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/05.png" width="600" height="441" alt="Birds Drinking" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 68 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68" />[Pg 68]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="WHAT_CAME_OF_A_DIRTY_FACE" id="WHAT_CAME_OF_A_DIRTY_FACE" />WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/06.png" width="600" height="544" alt="What Came of a Dirty Face." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>A little boy I used to know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who went to a district school.<br /></span>
+<span>He learned to read, and he learned to write,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to whisper against the rule.<br /></span>
+<span>What fun it was with his marbles to play<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the teacher was busy, and looking away!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>This little boy, one day, was sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A pail of water to bring,<br /></span>
+<span>And like Jack and Jill away he ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And back he came with a swing.<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 69 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69" />[Pg 69]</span></div>
+<span>But, just as he entered the schoolroom door,<br /></span>
+<span>Both he and the water went down on the floor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Oh, then, what a noise there was in the room!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The school-ma'am fetched a mop;<br /></span>
+<span>But, the more she tried the water to check,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The more it wouldn't stop.<br /></span>
+<span>There never was such water to run:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It seemed, with the children, to like the fun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>What was it that made the little boy fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And show such a lack of grace?<br /></span>
+<span>I'll tell you all, for I happen to know:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was only a dirty face!<br /></span>
+<span>He looked at himself in the water-pail,<br /></span>
+<span>And that made the little boy's footstep fail.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="WATERING_THE_FLOWERS" id="WATERING_THE_FLOWERS" />WATERING THE FLOWERS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Why is it that flowers always grow so nicely for Mary? I often plant
+seeds; but nothing comes from them. They won't grow for me. But blossoms
+seem to spring right up wherever she goes. They must have a particular
+liking for her.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>That's what Master Tom said, one day, as he saw Mary watering the
+flowers.</p>
+
+<p>Well, it is no wonder, Tom, if flowers do have a liking for such a
+lovable little girl. There's nothing so very strange about that. How
+could they help liking her?</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 70 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70" />[Pg 70]</span></div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/07.png" width="600" height="766" alt="Watering the Flowers." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>But, after all, perhaps the secret of the matter is, that Mary loves the
+flowers, and never forgets to take care of them. She looks after them
+every day, and not by fits and starts, as some people do.</p>
+
+<p>So she has good luck with her flowers, and is always able to make up a
+nice bouquet. And she not only enjoys the flowers herself, but, what is
+better still, she takes delight in having others enjoy them with her.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 71 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71" />[Pg 71]</span></div>
+
+<p>She does not forget to send a liberal share to the Flower Mission; and
+many a poor sufferer has been cheered by the sight of Mary's flowers.</p>
+
+<p class="author">UNCLE SAM.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="BABY_TO_HER_DOLL" id="BABY_TO_HER_DOLL" />BABY TO HER DOLL.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/08.png" width="600" height="637" alt="Baby to Her Doll." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>I wonder what you are thinking about<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While you look so smiling at me.<br /></span>
+<span>You never frown, and you never pout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your eyes are as clear as can be,<br /></span>
+<span>And though you are often hurt, no doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not a tear do I ever see!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">W.G.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 72 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72" />[Pg 72]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="PETER_AND_TOMMY" id="PETER_AND_TOMMY" />PETER AND TOMMY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/09.png" width="600" height="462" alt="Peter and Tommy." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;I say, Tommy, where did you get that new hat you have on your
+head?</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;What business is that of yours?</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;Oh, I want to learn, that's all. I may be wanting to get a hat
+of that kind myself, you know. Is it the latest style?</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Look here, young one: I sha'n't stand any of your chaffing. As
+soon as I get through with my bread and butter, I shall take hold of
+you.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;Your bark is worse than your bite, Tommy. I shouldn't wonder
+if you were to come off second best in a square fight.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Be off, Peter, and let me eat my bread and butter in peace.</p>
+
+<p><!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73" />[Pg 73]</span><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;It seems to me it would be good manners to offer me a bite.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;You'll provoke me, Peter, to give you a thrashing.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;My advice is that you don't try it on.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Peter, you are a little upstart. I should leave nothing of
+you, if I once took hold of you in earnest.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;It's a hot day, Tommy, and the wisest thing you can do is to
+share your slice with me. I am very hungry.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;Oh, if you're hungry, that alters the case. Sit down, Peter,
+and you shall have a good bite.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;Ah! That tastes nice. Now, Tommy, explain about that hat of
+yours.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;That's my secret, Peter. I sha'n't tell it.</p>
+
+<p><i>Peter.</i>&mdash;I can guess it. It's only a basket.</p>
+
+<p><i>Tommy.</i>&mdash;What a wise Peter you are! And to think you've had no
+schooling as yet!</p>
+
+<p class="author">UNCLE CHARLES.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="IF_I_WERE_A_FAIRY" id="IF_I_WERE_A_FAIRY" />IF I WERE A FAIRY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>If I were a fairy slight and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Say, about as tall<br /></span>
+<span>As a span-worm forming the letter O,<br /></span>
+<span>What do you think I would do? I know!<br /></span>
+<span>In the bell of the lily I'd rock and swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Twitter and sing;<br /></span>
+<span>And, taking the gold-dust under me,<br /></span>
+<span>I'd splash the hips of the buzzing bee,<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 74 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74" />[Pg 74]</span></div>
+<span>That he might have meal to make his bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With honey spread,<br /></span>
+<span>For his thousand babies all in rows,<br /></span>
+<span>Each in a bandbox up to his nose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>I'd count the curls of the hyacinth<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By the fallen plinth,<br /></span>
+<span>And make them glossy with morning dew<br /></span>
+<span>By sunrise tinted with purple and blue;<br /></span>
+<span>And out of the sunset sky I'd get<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the violet<br /></span>
+<span>Yellow and red, and dark marine,<br /></span>
+<span>And purples deep, and a tender green;<br /></span>
+<span>And all night long, as they lay in sleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I would paint and steep<br /></span>
+<span>Their velvet cheeks in a hundred dyes,<br /></span>
+<span>That well they might open great staring eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Unseen I would come where the tired ants tug<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">At a heavy slug,<br /></span>
+<span>With my rye-beard lance I'd push it along,<br /></span>
+<span>And they'd think, &quot;All at once we are wondrous strong!&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>In the nest of the robin, under the eaves<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of the apple-leaves,<br /></span>
+<span>I'd drop a worm in the gaping throats<br /></span>
+<span>That answer my chirp of the mother's notes.<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 75 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75" />[Pg 75]</span></div>
+<span>When bonny Miss Harebell thirsts in vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i3">For a drop of rain,<br /></span>
+<span>I would fill at the brook my shining cap,<br /></span>
+<span>And lay it all dripping in her lap.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Oh, what would I do as a fairy small?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I cannot tell all;<br /></span>
+<span>But I would do much with a right good will:<br /></span>
+<span>To all things good, and to nothing ill.<br /></span>
+<span>And I'd laugh and skip, like a bird on wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Twitter and sing,<br /></span>
+<span>And make boys and girls, and birds and flowers,<br /></span>
+<span>All say, &quot;What a lovely world is ours!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Well, what if I am not quite so small?<br /></span>
+<span class="i5">I can do it all<br /></span>
+<span>In my own sweet home by the same good will,<br /></span>
+<span>No fairy, but something nobler still.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/10.png" width="600" height="359" alt="If I Were a Fairy." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 76 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76" />[Pg 76]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="A_CHILD_FASCINATING_BIRDS" id="A_CHILD_FASCINATING_BIRDS" />A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/11.png" width="600" height="723" alt="A Child Fascinating Birds." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>There is a little girl in Ohio, five years old, who has the power of
+charming birds at will. Her mother was the first to notice the exercise
+of this strange power.</p>
+
+<p>The little Girl was playing in the yard where some snowbirds were
+hopping about. When she spoke to them, they <!-- Page 77 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77" />[Pg 77]</span>would come, twittering with
+glee, and light upon her shoulders.</p>
+
+<p>On her taking them in her hands and stroking them, the birds did not
+care to get away. They seemed to be highly pleased, and, when let loose,
+would fly a short distance, and soon return to the child again.</p>
+
+<p>She took several of them into the house to show to her mother. The
+mother, thinking the little girl might hurt the birds, put them out of
+doors. But the little birds were not to be cheated in this way. No
+sooner was the door opened than they flew into the room again, and
+alighted upon the girl's head, and began to chirp.</p>
+
+<p>The birds staid about the house all winter. Whenever the door was
+opened, they would fly to the little girl. The parents feared that this
+might be a bad omen, and that the little girl would die.</p>
+
+<p>But she kept her health, and did not die. She still makes pets of the
+birds, and they come and play with her. She handles them so gently, that
+even a humming-bird has been known to come to her several times.</p>
+
+<p>Last winter a whole flock of birds kept near the house all the season.
+She would feed them, and then play with them for hours at a time. Every
+morning the birds would fly to her window, and chirp, as much as to say,
+&quot;Good-morning, little mistress! Wake up, wake up!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I think the child must be a near relation of that &quot;Little Bell,&quot; of whom
+the poet Westwood sang,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;Whom God's creatures love,&quot; the angels fair<br /></span>
+<span>Murmured, &quot;God doth bless with angels' care:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Child, thy bed shall be<br /></span>
+<span>Folded safe from harm; love deep and kind<br /></span>
+<span>Shall watch around, and leave good gifts behind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Little Bell, for thee!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">EMILY CARTER.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 78 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78" />[Pg 78]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="DADDY_FROG" id="DADDY_FROG" />DADDY FROG.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/12.png" width="600" height="250" alt="Daddy Frog &amp; Children" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>Old Daddy Frog lives in a bog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his coat is bottle-green;<br /></span>
+<span>Yellow his vest; handsomely dressed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His pretty shape is seen.<br /></span>
+<span>Puffing with pride, there at his side<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His dame is sure to be:<br /></span>
+<span>Smiling, she says, &quot;No one could raise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A finer family!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Old Daddy Frog leaps on a log<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a spry and jaunty way:<br /></span>
+<span>Calling his boys&mdash;oh, what a noise!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He joins them in their play.<br /></span>
+<div><!-- Page 79 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79" />[Pg 79]</span></div>
+<span>Hippety hop! under they pop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Daddy Frog says he,<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;Isn't it fine? How they will shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This polished family!<br /></span>
+<span>Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Old Daddy Frog lives in the bog<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the summer days are done:<br /></span>
+<span>Little boys grow; dressed like a beau<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now is each model son.<br /></span>
+<span>Daddy Frog's eyes wink with surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Filled with delight is he;<br /></span>
+<span>Dame at his side chuckles with pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&quot;There's no such family!<br /></span>
+<span>Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">GEORGE COOPER.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/13.png" width="300" height="411" alt="Daddy Frog" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_CATCH" id="THE_FIRST_CATCH" />THE FIRST CATCH.</h2>
+
+<div><!-- Page 80 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80" />[Pg 80]</span></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/14.png" width="600" height="854" alt="One. Two. Three. Four. Five. I caught a fish alive. Why did you let him go? He bit my little finger so." title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 81 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81" />[Pg 81]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="TALKING_WITH_THE_FINGERS" id="TALKING_WITH_THE_FINGERS" />TALKING WITH THE FINGERS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>No doubt, many of the little readers of &quot;The Nursery&quot; go to school; yet
+not many of them, I think, can ever have been in such a school as the
+one in which I am teaching. The walls of the room are hung with pictures
+of birds, animals, insects, fishes, and flowers. The blackboard is
+covered with drawings of many familiar objects.</p>
+
+<p>While I am writing this, seven little boys and nine little girls (how
+many does that make in all?) are busy writing on their slates. These
+children do not have any books to study. I tell them what I wish to
+teach them, and they write it down, and try to remember it. But I teach
+them without speaking a word. I talk to them with my fingers.</p>
+
+<p>You have guessed already, I dare say, that these dear little children
+are deaf and dumb; that is, they can neither hear nor speak. They cannot
+go to school and live at home, and see papa and mamma night and morning,
+as you can; for there are no schools for them near their homes. They
+have to go a long way from home, and stay in school many long weeks
+without seeing father or mother, brother or sister. So, when vacation
+comes, how glad and happy they are! Some of them are even now writing on
+their slates, &quot;In sixteen weeks we shall go home.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>I have said that these children cannot speak; but that is not quite
+true, for many of them are learning to speak. When I talk to them, they
+look very closely at my lips, and so learn to tell what I am saying.
+Some of them have very sweet and pleasant voices, the sound of which
+they have never heard in all their lives.</p>
+
+<p>And now let me say that I hope you will learn the finger-alphabet; so
+that, if you visit any of my little pupils, you can talk to them.</p>
+
+<p><!-- Page 82 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82" />[Pg 82]</span>If you ask them, they will spell very slowly,&mdash;how fast they <i>can</i>
+spell!&mdash;so that you can read what they say. Perhaps you can get &quot;The
+Nursery&quot; to print the alphabet for you.</p>
+
+<p class="author">S.A.E.</p>
+
+<p class="author">ROCHESTER, N.Y., March, 1880.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="A_DAY_ON_GRANDPAS_FARM" id="A_DAY_ON_GRANDPAS_FARM" />A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/15.png" width="600" height="743" alt="A Day on Grandpa&#39;s Farm" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>&quot;Arlington!&quot; cried the conductor, as the train stopped at a little
+station in Central Wisconsin. We got out of the car just in time to see
+grandpa driving up in his big double wagon.</p>
+
+<p><!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83" />[Pg 83]</span>We climbed in, and grandpa said, &quot;Get up, Bill! Go along, Jip!&quot; and
+away we started for the farm.</p>
+
+<p>When we got there, the first thing we saw was grandma making cookies
+with holes in them. She said she would give us some if we would be sure
+and not eat the holes.</p>
+
+<p>After dinner, my sister Ally, cousin Johnny, and I, went out to take a
+ramble in the barn and hunt for eggs. Pretty soon we heard Johnny
+calling, &quot;Oh, come quick, and see what I have found!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>We ran quickly to the place where he was, and there we saw a hen with a
+brood of chickens. One of the chicks was on its mother's back, one was
+on the floor in front of her, and the others were peeping out from under
+her wings. It was a pretty sight.</p>
+
+<p>After naming each of the chickens, we all made a search for eggs. We
+found one nest with five eggs in it, another with three, and another
+with two. Johnny put the eggs in his cap, and carried them into the
+house.</p>
+
+<p>He soon came running back, saying, &quot;Now, let us go and have a swing.&quot; So
+we all went to the swing, and swung till we were tired. Then Ally said,
+&quot;Oh, come and see the ducks swimming on the pond!&quot; but Johnny said,
+&quot;Wait till I get my boat, that uncle Sam made for me.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>So we all went to the pond, and Johnny put in his boat. It sailed right
+out among the ducks, and they were much afraid of it, and swam away as
+fast as they could, saying, &quot;Quack, quack, quack!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>Johnny went to the other side of the pond to get his boat, which had
+sailed across, and he had just got back when we heard grandma calling,
+&quot;Children, come in to supper.&quot; After supper, mamma read us a story from
+&quot;The Nursery,&quot; and then tucked us snugly in bed, and we went to sleep to
+dream of cookies, and hunting eggs.</p>
+
+<p class="author">S.H.P.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 84 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84" />[Pg 84]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="EMMA_AND_ETTA" id="EMMA_AND_ETTA" />EMMA AND ETTA.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/16.png" width="600" height="645" alt="Emma and Etta" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Emma and Etta are sisters. They have a doll whose name is Clara.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 85 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85" />[Pg 85]</span></div>
+
+<p>They are very fond of Clara, and it would be hard to tell which of the
+two Clara likes best. It is not often that one doll has two such
+mothers.</p>
+
+<p>In the picture you may see Emma dressing the doll. She has curled the
+sweet little thing's hair, and Etta has a nice, clean gown all ready for
+her to put on.</p>
+
+<p>It is to be hoped that this doll with two mothers will not be too much
+petted. It would be a pity if she should become a spoiled child.</p>
+
+<p class="author">A.B.C.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 648px;">
+<img src="images/17.png" width="648" height="560" alt="Child and Doll" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 86 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86" />[Pg 86]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="BROWNIES_ADVENTURE" id="BROWNIES_ADVENTURE" />BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/18.png" width="600" height="719" alt="Brownie&#39;s Adventure" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<p>Grace and Willie named him Brownie, because all his brothers and sisters
+were white, and he was such a funny little brown puff-ball of a chicken.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Speckle (that was his mother) was just as proud of him as she could
+be; but foolish Brownie thought her too strict. She would never consent
+to let one of the downy things out of her sight for a moment, and told
+them fearful stories of hawks and weasels, to say nothing of bad boys
+and big dogs.</p>
+
+<p>But Brownie kept thinking that some day, when he was a little older and
+stronger, he would leave the yard, and see whether there were really
+such dangers in the fields and woods as his mother said there was.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 87 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87" />[Pg 87]</span></div>
+
+<p>After a while the pretty brown feathers all dropped out, one after
+another, until Brownie looked more like a chicken which had been plucked
+than any thing else. Grace could not keep from laughing at the sight of
+him; and it was very droll when he popped up on a log, and tried a weak,
+quavering crow.</p>
+
+<p>To be sure, Mrs. Speckle did not keep a looking-glass, and I suppose
+poor Brownie had no idea how very absurd he looked. To tell the truth,
+he thought he was almost grown up, and began to watch for a chance to
+begin his journey to see the world. He had not the least doubt that he
+would see something fine, if he could only get out of the sight of his
+mother, who was so very strict, and had such foolish notions, as he
+thought.</p>
+
+<p>So, one day, as Mrs. Speckle was having a friendly chat with Dame
+Top-Knot, he took the chance to creep slyly under the fence, and was off
+all alone.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;How silly mothers are! And such cowards too!&quot; he said to himself. &quot;I am
+sure there's nothing here to hurt me. I would like to see any one meddle
+with me!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>At this instant he felt a sharp peck; and a voice said close to his ear,
+&quot;Halloo, little one, you had better start for home!&quot;</p>
+
+<p>He looked up, and saw young Green-Wing, who was two months older, and
+boasted a comb of good size, to say nothing of his sharp spurs.</p>
+
+<p>Brownie thought it best to say nothing after the first &quot;peep,&quot; and hid,
+trembling with fright, under the first leaf he could find. But the sun
+shone, the sky was a lovely blue, the ground was bright with flowers,
+and there were many bugs crawling about. Brownie had quite a feast, and
+was beginning to regain his spirits, when something happened which
+turned all his thoughts topsy-turvy.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 88 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88" />[Pg 88]</span></div>
+
+<p>The sky grew dark all at once. Something caught hold of him, and
+Brownie felt himself going up, up, so swiftly, that it quite took his
+breath away. &quot;It must be a thousand miles,&quot; he thought.</p>
+
+<p>Crack! went a gun. Then the hawk let go and Brownie went down, down to
+the ground, where he lay for a long time as if he were dead.</p>
+
+<p>When he opened his eyes it was almost dark. The sun had set, and he had
+forgotten the way home. &quot;I shall never see mamma again,&quot; he sobbed. &quot;I
+wish I had been good and not run away.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, here's Brownie!&quot; cried Grace's voice. &quot;The hawk did not get him
+after all. Come, Willie, and help me drive him to the hen-house.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I hope, my dear, you will never be so very naughty again,&quot; said Mrs.
+Speckle, as he crept under her wing.</p>
+
+<p class="author">MRS. B.P. SIBLEY.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/19.png" width="600" height="454" alt="Hen and Chicks" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 89 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89" />[Pg 89]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="A_MISJUDGED_FRIEND" id="A_MISJUDGED_FRIEND" />A MISJUDGED FRIEND.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>The gardener shut the garden gate,<br /></span>
+<span>And went to weed the onion-bed:<br /></span>
+<span>The growing plants stood tall and straight;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;But what is this?&quot; surprised he said.<br /></span>
+<span>Some broken bricks, some stones and sticks,<br /></span>
+<span>And underneath them, crushed and dead,<br /></span>
+<span>A large brown toad! &quot;James, Martin, Fred!&quot;<br /></span>
+<span>He called three little boys, who played<br /></span>
+<span>Near by, beneath a pear-tree's shade,<br /></span>
+<span>And sternly asked, &quot;What cruel play<br /></span>
+<span>Is this you've been about to-day?&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;'Tis very hard we should be blamed,<br /></span>
+<span>I'm sure!&quot; poor little James exclaimed:<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;We only killed the toad because<br /></span>
+<span>An ugly-looking thing he was,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>So very ugly, that we knew<br /></span>
+<span>He surely would some mischief do.<br /></span>
+<span>He had great warts upon his back,<br /></span>
+<span>And curious blotches, greenish black,<br /></span>
+<span>And darting tongue, and strange flat head&quot;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;And how he sprawled his legs!&quot; cried Fred.<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;His mouth,&quot; said Martin, &quot;was so wide,<br /></span>
+<span>It reached far round on either side;<br /></span>
+<span>And queer winks with his eyes he'd give:<br /></span>
+<span>We did not dare to let him live.<br /></span>
+<span>We had to kill that toad because<br /></span>
+<span>An ugly-looking thing he was.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div>
+<div><!-- Page 90 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90" />[Pg 90]</span></div>
+<div class="stanza">
+<span>The gardener gravely shook his head;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;It was a heartless act,&quot; he said;<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;And, more than that, you may depend<br /></span>
+<span>Upon my word, you've killed a friend;<br /></span>
+<span>For often, at my work, I've found<br /></span>
+<span>This same toad near me, hopping round,<br /></span>
+<span>And, watching him, I've learned that he<br /></span>
+<span>My constant helper used to be,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span>A second gardener, with no pay,<br /></span>
+<span>Who still was busy every day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;He killed the young potato-bugs,<br /></span>
+<span>The caterpillars, and the slugs,<br /></span>
+<span>The beetles striped with yellow lines,<br /></span>
+<span>That spoil the tender melon-vines,<br /></span>
+<span>And looked round with his blinking eyes<br /></span>
+<span>For cabbage-worms and turnip-flies,<br /></span>
+<span>Low-flying moths with downy wings,<br /></span>
+<span>And slimy snails in shady nooks.<br /></span>
+<span>It was the cruellest of things<br /></span>
+<span>To kill poor Hop Toad for his looks.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;And if, when you shall older grow,<br /></span>
+<span>You strangers judge by outward show,<br /></span>
+<span>You'll be as foolish as unjust:<br /></span>
+<span>In worthless men you'll put your trust,<br /></span>
+<span>And often sorrow, in the end,<br /></span>
+<span>For having wronged some honest friend.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="author">MARIAN DOUGLAS.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 91 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91" />[Pg 91]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="A_CURE_FOR_THE_TOOTHACHE" id="A_CURE_FOR_THE_TOOTHACHE" />A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Our Ned is a brave little fellow about eight years old. He is full of
+fun, and loves to play out of doors in all kinds of weather.</p>
+
+<p>But what little boy can be merry when he has a raging toothache! Ned
+bore it like a hero; but he had to give up at last, and he was glad to
+take refuge in his mother's lap, and be a baby again for a while.</p>
+
+<p>With his head pillowed on his mother's breast, the little boy found some
+relief; but still he was in great pain. His sister stood by, trying to
+think of some way to help him. Ned could hardly keep from crying; but he
+said to his mother, &quot;I should like to have you tell me a story.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;What shall it be, darling?&quot; said his mother.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Tell me about Harry and his dog Jack.&quot; This story had been told to Ned
+when he was a very, very little boy, and a good many times since then.
+It seemed odd to his mother that he had chosen such an old story. But he
+wanted to hear it; and so she told it all over again. This is the
+story:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;There was once a little boy named Harry, and he had a little dog named
+Jack. Jack was a queer-looking dog. He was nearly all black; but he had
+a white tail, and his front-feet were white.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Harry loved Jack very much, and as he never forgot to feed him, and
+never teased him, the dog loved Harry very much. When Harry went to
+school, Jack went too,&mdash;not into the schoolroom (for dogs can't learn to
+read, you know), but into the school-yard, where he played about till
+Harry came out again. At recess, he used to play with the boys, and have
+almost as much fun as if he were a boy too.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The yard wasn't very large, and, when the boys played ball, they would
+often throw the ball over the fence. Then it was Jack's part of the play
+to run after the ball. The boys would call, 'Jack, Jack!' and Jack would
+run under the fence, seize the ball in his mouth, and bring it back to
+the boys.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 92 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92" />[Pg 92]</span></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/20.png" width="600" height="756" alt="Mother, Son, &amp; Daughter" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&quot;But, one day, the ball rolled off the pavement out into the street. A
+wagon was passing just then; and Jack was in such a hurry to get the
+ball, that he ran right in its way, and the wheel went over his leg.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;The boys all ran out to help Jack; and one of them said, 'O Harry! I'm
+afraid that he is badly hurt; for see, he runs on three legs, and lets
+the other one hang.' Harry took Jack up in his arms, and said, 'Poor
+Jack, poor little Jack.' Then he felt very gently of the dog's leg, and
+found that it was broken.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 93 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93" />[Pg 93]</span></div>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, how sorry Harry and all the other boys felt! Harry couldn't keep
+from crying, and they all said that if little Jack got well they
+wouldn't send him out after the ball any more.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;As soon as they were back in the yard, Harry ran into the school-house
+with Jack in his arms, and said to the teacher, 'Please, sir, may I go
+home now? My poor little dog Jack has broken his leg, and I want to show
+him to my mother, and try and make it better.' The teacher said, 'Yes,
+Harry, you are a good boy, and Jack is a good little dog, and you may
+take him home.' So Harry started at once.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;When Harry's mother saw him coming home, she was afraid he was sick.
+She ran out to the gate, and said, 'Why, Harry! What makes you come home
+so early to-day?'&mdash;'O mamma!' said Harry, 'my poor little Jack has
+broken his leg!' Then Harry's mother looked at Jack, and, after thinking
+a minute said, 'My dear Harry, I am very sorry; but I think we shall
+have to kill little Jack to save him from suffering. A dog's broken leg
+cannot be made whole again.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Oh, how sad little Harry felt when his mother said that! It made him
+cry very hard. But in a little while something made him stop crying: and
+what do you guess it was? Why, he began to think that perhaps his mamma
+was mistaken when she said that dogs couldn't have their legs mended;
+and he thought he would go to the doctor who cured him when he was sick,
+and ask about it.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So he said, 'Dear mamma, please let me go and ask Dr. Stratton if he
+won't try to fix Jack's leg.' And his mother said, 'Well, Harry, you may
+go; but I don't think the doctor will do it.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So Harry put on his hat, and went over to Dr. Stratton's. Harry knocked
+on the doctor's door. 'Come in!' said the doctor. 'Why, Harry! What do
+you want? Anybody sick at your house?'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;'N-no, sir,' said Harry, 'not exactly anybody, but my little dog Jack
+has a broken leg, and mamma says you can't mend it; but please try. My
+dear little dog is such a good dog, and mamma says he will have to be
+killed. Will you please try?'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Now, the doctor was a very kind man. He smiled, and said, 'Well, Harry,
+I never mended a dog's leg; but I'll try for your sake&mdash;but won't he
+bite me?'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;'Oh, no!' said Harry. 'My dog Jack always minds me, and he will do just
+as I tell him.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So the good doctor put on his hat, and went with Harry. When they were
+in Harry's house, the doctor said that he must have some very smooth
+pieces of wood. Harry said, 'I think the cover to my broken paint-box
+would do if it was whittled.' So he brought it, and the doctor said it
+was just the thing.</p>
+
+<div><!-- Page 94 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94" />[Pg 94]</span></div>
+
+<p>&quot;Then the doctor said, 'Now I must have some white cotton-cloth.'
+Harry's mother gave the doctor an old shirt, and he tore it into strips.
+Then he said, 'Now, Harry, I am ready.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;So Harry brought the little dog Jack, and said to him, 'Now, Jack, lie
+still!' And the good dog didn't move or bite while the doctor set his
+leg, and bound it up with the pieces of wood and the cloth. Then the
+doctor said, 'Now, Harry, you must take good care of Jack and keep him
+in the house till his leg is quite well.'</p>
+
+<p>&quot;'I will,' said Harry. Then he made a nice soft bed and laid Jack in it,
+and took good care of him, and in a few weeks, what do you think? Jack
+was well!</p>
+
+<p>&quot;I tell you, the boys were glad to see him back at school; and one of
+them made a rhyme about him that they used to sing every morning when
+they saw him coming,&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>&quot;'Little dog Jack, he broke his leg;<br /></span>
+<span>But now he's come back, peg-a-ty-peg!'&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>This was the end of the story, and Ned was so quiet that his mother
+thought he was asleep. But, all of a sudden, he looked up, with a smile,
+and said, &quot;I'm going out now to have a game of foot-ball.&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, what has become of that toothache?&quot;</p>
+
+<p>&quot;All gone,&quot; said Ned.</p>
+
+<p>&quot;Why, that is a most wonderful cure. We will go and tell the dentist
+about it to-morrow.&quot;</p>
+
+<p class="author">MRS. HENRIETTA R. ELIOT.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/21.png" width="600" height="236" alt="Children Playing" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div><!-- Page 95 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95" />[Pg 95]</span></div>
+<h2><a name="SONG_OF_THE_BIRDS" id="SONG_OF_THE_BIRDS" />SONG OF THE BIRDS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Words from the Nursery.</p>
+
+<p>Music by T. CRAMPTON.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/22.png" width="600" height="744" alt="Music" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span>1.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Chipper, chipper, chip! come, clear the way!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We must be at work to day.<br /></span>
+<span>See us swiftly fly along,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hear outbursts of merry song;<br /></span>
+<span>Watch us in our busy flight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Glancing in your window bright;<br /></span>
+<span>Save your bits of yarn for me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just think what a help 'twould be!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>2.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Chipper, chipper, chip! Hark, how he sings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he comes for threads and strings,<br /></span>
+<span>Which he is not slow to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the budding lilac tree!<br /></span>
+<span>Now with cunning saucy pranks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See him nod his hearty thanks:<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;These are just the thing,&quot; says he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&quot;What a help they'll be to me!&quot;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>3.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span>Chipper, chipper, chip! Now see him go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now so fast and now so slow;<br /></span>
+<span>Working ever at the nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never stopping once to rest,<br /></span>
+<span>Getting bits of straw and things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For his good wife, while he sings,<br /></span>
+<span>&quot;Chip, chip, chip, so gay are we,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Singing in the lilac tree.&quot;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<div><!-- Page 96 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96" />[Pg 96]</span></div>
+<h2>1.50 for a Subscription to &quot;The Nursery&quot; will make a child happy
+all the year.</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>AND NOT WEAR OUT. SOLD by Watchmakers. By mail, 30 cts. circulars FREE
+J. S. BIRCH &amp; CO., 38 Dey St., N.Y.;</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 636px;">
+<img src="images/23.png" width="318" height="44" alt="A KEY THAT WILL WIND ANY WATCH" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>ELGIN WATCHES.</h2>
+
+<p>All styles, Gold, Silver and Nickel, $6 to $150, Chains, etc., sent
+C.O.D. to be examined. Write for Catalogue to STANDARD AMERICAN
+WATCH CO., PITTSBURGH, PA.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 410px;">
+<img src="images/24.png" width="410" height="102" alt="Shot Gun" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>GREAT WESTERN GUN WORKS, Pittsburgh, Pa. Send stamp for Catalogue.
+Rifles, Shot Guns, Revolvers, sent c.o.d. for examination</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Induce your neighbors and friends to Subscribe for &quot;The Nursery&quot; at
+once.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
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+
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+Congestion or <b>Worms</b>, and no <b>Cross Children</b> or <b>worn-out Mothers</b>
+where <b>Castoria</b> is used.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>THOUSANDS VISIT THE MINERAL SPRINGS,</h2>
+
+<p>Here and abroad, and spend thousands of dollars in search for health,
+when a few doses of</p>
+
+<h3>Tarrant's Seltzer Aperient</h3>
+
+<p>would accomplish the same results, at the cost of a few cents. Each
+bottle contains from thirty to forty glasses of Sparkling Seltzer, which
+makes it positively the cheapest, as well as the most efficacious
+mineral water extant.</p>
+
+<p>SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/25.png" width="430" height="351" alt="TARRANT&#39;S SELTZER APERIENT." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>HANFORD'S NONE SUCH BAKING POWDER</h2>
+
+<p>Is ABSOLUTELY PURE;&mdash;Grape Cream Tartar and Bicarb. Soda, Contains
+<i>nothing else; full weight;</i> forfeited if not as represented. <i>All other
+kinds</i> have filling. Sample of <i>pure</i> powder and test to detect filling
+free by mail. GEO. C. HANFORD, Syracuse, N.Y.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>52</h2>
+
+<p>Gold, Crystal, Lace Perfumed and Chrome Cards name in Gold and Jet,
+l0c. Clinton Drive, Cromwell Coun.</p>
+
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+
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+
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+G.A. Spring, Northford, Ct.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>A PRESENT. Beautiful Chromo Cards given to readers of this paper for 3c.
+stamp, C.B.Ravene, Summit, N.Y</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>INVALID ROLLING CHAIR.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 188px;">
+<img src="images/26.png" width="188" height="112" alt="(RECLINING)" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 138px;">
+<img src="images/27.png" width="138" height="166" alt="Invalid Rolling Chair" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>A Priceless boon to those who are unable to walk. Hon. A.H. Stephens,
+M.C., and hundreds of others use them. Send for Circular to</p>
+
+<h3>FOLDING CHAIR CO. New Haven, Conn.</h3>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>Choicest Illustrated Books for Children.</h2>
+
+<p>
+<b>Bound Volumes of &quot;The Nursery&quot;</b>&mdash;Half-Yearly                  $1.00<br />
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+<b>The Nursery Primer</b>&mdash;A superb book of 64                        .30<br />
+<b>The Nursery Reader</b>&mdash;Nos. 1, 2, 3, and 4, each                  .30<br />
+<b>&quot;The Nursery&quot; for Primary Schools</b>&mdash;Nos. 1, 2, 3, and 4, each   .30<br />
+<b>Nursery Stories in Prose and Rhyme</b>                            1.00<br />
+</p>
+
+<p><i>Sent, postpaid, on receipt of price. A liberal discount to schools.</i></p>
+
+<p>Address, THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,</p>
+
+<p>36 <i>Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass</i></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><!-- Page 97 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97" />[Pg 97]</span>Subscriptions may commence with any number and for any time.</p>
+
+<h3>$2.50 <i>Per Hundred</i>. CHEAP $2.50 <i>per Hundred</i>.</h3>
+
+<h2>Supplementary Reading for Primary Schools!</h2>
+
+<h3>The</h3>
+
+<h2>Child's Monthly Reader.</h2>
+
+<p>The third volume of &quot;The Child's Monthly,&quot; a magazine which has been
+used with great success in many primary schools, was completed with its
+March issue. It is now consolidated with &quot;The Nursery,&quot; which will
+embody all its most prominent features. We can supply back numbers of
+&quot;The Child's Monthly&quot; and &quot;Monthly Reader&quot; at the above low rate.</p>
+
+<p>We call the especial attention of School Committees, Teachers, and
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+Best Illustrated Reading-Matter</b> at a trifling expense. Each number
+contains 16 pages, printed in large type on fine tinted paper. Send
+stamp for a specimen copy. Address</p>
+
+<p>THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,</p>
+
+<p>36 <i>Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass.</i></p>
+
+<h3>BOUND VOLUMES OF &quot;THE NURSERY&quot;</h3>
+
+<p>Will be sent, postpaid, by the publisher at the following prices:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>Half-Yearly Volumes, $1. Yearly Volumes, $1.75. The magazine was begun
+in 1867.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<h2>OXFORD'S SENIOR SPEAKER.</h2>
+
+<p>A splendid volume, containing the best collection extant, of Pieces for
+Declamation, New Dialogues, &amp;c. Illustrated with excellent likenesses of
+Charbam, Mirabeau, Webster, Demosthenes, Cicero, Grattan, Patrick Henry,
+Curran, Sheridan, Madame Roland, Victor Hugo, Calhoun, Hayne, Everett,
+Tennyson, Longfellow. O. W. Holmes, Bret Harte, Epes Sargent, Thackeray,
+Dickens, and many more, embracing</p>
+
+<h4>Ninety Beautiful Illustrations</h4>
+
+<p>in all. Every schoolboy ought to have this book; it is latest and best
+SPEAKER. Price 1.50.</p>
+
+<h3>OXFORD'S JUNIOR SPEAKER</h3>
+
+<p>Beautifully illustrated (Price 75 Cents), is the best work of the kind
+for younger classes in Declamations.</p>
+
+<p>THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,</p>
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Nursery, No. 165. September, 1880, Vol.
+28, by Various
+
+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: The Nursery, No. 165. September, 1880, Vol. 28
+       A Monthly Magazine For Youngest Readers
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: December 28, 2004 [EBook #14493]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NURSERY, NO. 165. ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Aldarondo and the Online
+Distributed Proofreading Team
+
+
+
+
+
+
+NO. 165. SEPTEMBER, 1880. Vol. XXVIII.
+
+THE NURSERY
+
+_A Monthly Magazine_
+
+FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
+
+BOSTON:
+
+THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,
+36 BROMFIELD STREET.
+American News Co., 39 &amp; 41 Chambers St., New York.
+New-England News Co., 14 Franklin St., Boston,
+Central News Company, Philadelphia.
+Western News Company, Chicago.
+
+$1.50 a Year, in advance. A single copy, 15 cents.
+
+Entered at the Post Office at Boston as Second-Class Matter.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE,
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+                                                            PAGE
+ROSA BONHEUR                   By _Alfred Selwyn_            65
+PIP AND POP                    By _Uncle Charles_            67
+WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE      By _H._                       69
+WATERING THE FLOWERS           By _Uncle Sam_                70
+BABY TO HER DOLL               By _W. G._                    72
+PETER AND TOMMY                By _Uncle Charles_            73
+IF I WERE A FAIRY              By _George S. Burleigh_       74
+A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS      By _Emily Carter_             77
+DADDY FROG                     By _George Cooper_            79
+THE FIRST CATCH                By _G.T.T._                   81
+TALKING WITH THE FINGERS       By _S.A.E._                   82
+A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM        By _S.J.P._                   83
+EMMA AND ETTA                  By _A.B.C._                   85
+BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE            By _Mrs B. P, Sibley_         87
+A MISJUDGED FRIEND             By _Marian Douglas_           90
+A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE       By _Mrs. Henrietta R. Eliot_  92
+SONG OF THE BIRDS              _(Music by T. Crampton)_      96
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+_The change in the publishing department of "The Nursery" involves no
+change whatever in its editorial management. Our facilities for carrying
+on the work are now better than ever. We have in preparation for coming
+numbers some admirable designs, illustrative of the choicest
+reading-matter in prose and verse. None but the best will find a place
+in its pages. "The Nursery" will maintain its reputation as the best of
+all magazines for young children. All communications relating to it
+should be addressed to_ THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY.
+
+_The time will soon be at hand for getting up clubs for the next year.
+It is a good plan to be in the field early. We shall offer extra
+numbers, as usual, to_ NEW _subscribers who send their money before the
+new year begins. Our next number will contain a comprehensive and
+attractive Premium-List. Direct all remittances to_ THE NURSERY
+PUBLISHING COMPANY.
+
+_Our friends of the Newspaper Press will oblige us by sending marked
+copies of monthly notices without fail. We are about revising our
+exchange list, and wish to have the means of knowing to what papers we
+are indebted. In all notices please mention that subscriptions should be
+addressed to_ THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY.
+
+_We call attention to the list of illustrated-books for children which
+we offer for sale. (See advertisement on third page of cover_). THE
+BOUND VOLUMES OF "THE NURSERY," _now thirteen in number, form a library
+from which one cannot choose amiss_. THE EASY BOOK _and_ THE BEAUTIFUL
+BOOK _are unequalled by anything of the kind in the market. Make drafts
+and money-orders payable to the order of_
+
+THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,
+
+36 Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass.
+
+[Illustration: Oxen]
+
+
+
+
+ROSA BONHEUR.
+
+
+About forty years ago, at an exhibition of paintings in Paris, two small
+pictures attracted great attention. One was called "Goats and Sheep;"
+the other, "Two Rabbits."
+
+They were wonderfully true to life; and what made them still more
+remarkable was, that they were the production of a girl only nineteen
+years old. That young French girl, Rosalie Bonheur, is now the famous
+artist known the world over as "Rosa Bonheur."
+
+She was born in Bordeaux in 1822. Her father, Raymond Bonheur, was an
+artist of much merit, and he was her first teacher. From earliest youth
+she had a great fondness for animals, and delighted in studying their
+habits.
+
+So, naturally enough, she made animals the subjects of her pictures, and
+it is in this peculiar department of art that she has become eminent.
+Her works are quite numerous and widely known. One of the most famous is
+her "Horse-Fair," which was the chief attraction of the Paris Exhibition
+in 1853.
+
+She is still practising her art; and in addition to that she is the
+directress of a gratuitous "School of Design" for young girls. When
+Paris was besieged by the Prussians, the studio and residence of Rosa
+Bonheur were spared and respected by special order of the crown prince.
+
+Auguste Bonheur, a younger sister of Rosa, and one of her pupils, has
+also gained a high reputation as an artist. She, too, excels as a
+painter of animals.
+
+We give as a frontispiece to this number an engraving of one of her
+pictures, and we will let the picture tell its own story. It is a work
+that would do credit to the famous Rosa herself.
+
+ALFRED SELWYN.
+
+
+
+
+PIP AND POP.
+
+[Illustration: Pip And Pop.]
+
+
+_Pip_.--Well, cousin Pop, how goes the world with you? Do you find any
+worms?
+
+_Pop_.--Not a sign of one! What is to become of the race of sparrows, I
+don't know. The spring is late and chilly. There is still frost in the
+ground.
+
+_Pip_.--Not even a fly have I caught this blessed day.
+
+_Pop_.--Just my luck, friend Pop! If it weren't for the crumbs a little
+girl throws out for me every day, I should starve.
+
+_Pip_.--I should like to know that little girl. Where does she live?
+
+_Pop_.--She is at school now. But come with me about two o'clock, and
+you shall be fed.
+
+_Pip_.--Thank you, cousin. I'll do as much for you one of these days. I
+have heard of a little girl in Ohio, who feeds the birds so well, that
+they follow her into the house, light on her head, and play with her.
+
+_Pop_.--A thought strikes me, cousin. The little girl who feeds me is
+just as good as the Ohio girl; but I am not as good as the Ohio birds. I
+have not trusted her as I ought to. I have not lighted on her head. I
+have not followed her into the house.
+
+_Pip_.--That was a fault, my dear Pop. I do not think she will put us in
+a cage. I think she will be good to us.
+
+_Pop_.--Then I'll tell you what we'll do. After she has had her dinner,
+we'll fly in at the window, and light on the table.
+
+_Pip_.--A good idea! I agree to it. Now, don't you be afraid, Pop, and
+back out.
+
+_Pop_.--That I won't. First we'll go and have a good wash in the brook,
+so that our feathers shall be all clean.
+
+_Pip_.--Another good idea! Hunger sharpens your wits, cousin.
+
+_Pop_.--It sharpens my appetite: I know that.
+
+_Pip_.--Come on, then! Let us see who will fly the faster to the brook.
+[_They fly off_.]
+
+UNCLE CHARLES
+
+[Illustration: Birds Drinking]
+
+
+
+
+WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE.
+
+[Illustration: What Came of a Dirty Face.]
+
+
+    A little boy I used to know,
+      Who went to a district school.
+    He learned to read, and he learned to write,
+      And to whisper against the rule.
+    What fun it was with his marbles to play
+      When the teacher was busy, and looking away!
+
+    This little boy, one day, was sent
+      A pail of water to bring,
+    And like Jack and Jill away he ran,
+      And back he came with a swing.
+    But, just as he entered the schoolroom door,
+    Both he and the water went down on the floor.
+
+    Oh, then, what a noise there was in the room!
+      The school-ma'am fetched a mop;
+    But, the more she tried the water to check,
+      The more it wouldn't stop.
+    There never was such water to run:
+      It seemed, with the children, to like the fun.
+
+    What was it that made the little boy fall,
+      And show such a lack of grace?
+    I'll tell you all, for I happen to know:
+      It was only a dirty face!
+    He looked at himself in the water-pail,
+    And that made the little boy's footstep fail.
+
+
+
+
+WATERING THE FLOWERS.
+
+
+"Why is it that flowers always grow so nicely for Mary? I often plant
+seeds; but nothing comes from them. They won't grow for me. But blossoms
+seem to spring right up wherever she goes. They must have a particular
+liking for her."
+
+That's what Master Tom said, one day, as he saw Mary watering the
+flowers.
+
+Well, it is no wonder, Tom, if flowers do have a liking for such a
+lovable little girl. There's nothing so very strange about that. How
+could they help liking her?
+
+[Illustration: Watering the Flowers.]
+
+But, after all, perhaps the secret of the matter is, that Mary loves the
+flowers, and never forgets to take care of them. She looks after them
+every day, and not by fits and starts, as some people do.
+
+So she has good luck with her flowers, and is always able to make up a
+nice bouquet. And she not only enjoys the flowers herself, but, what is
+better still, she takes delight in having others enjoy them with her.
+
+She does not forget to send a liberal share to the Flower Mission; and
+many a poor sufferer has been cheered by the sight of Mary's flowers.
+
+UNCLE SAM.
+
+
+
+
+BABY TO HER DOLL.
+
+[Illustration: Baby to Her Doll.]
+
+
+    I wonder what you are thinking about
+      While you look so smiling at me.
+    You never frown, and you never pout;
+      Your eyes are as clear as can be,
+    And though you are often hurt, no doubt,
+      Not a tear do I ever see!
+
+W.G.
+
+
+
+
+PETER AND TOMMY.
+
+[Illustration: Peter and Tommy.]
+
+
+_Peter._--I say, Tommy, where did you get that new hat you have on your
+head?
+
+_Tommy._--What business is that of yours?
+
+_Peter._--Oh, I want to learn, that's all. I may be wanting to get a hat
+of that kind myself, you know. Is it the latest style?
+
+_Tommy._--Look here, young one: I sha'n't stand any of your chaffing. As
+soon as I get through with my bread and butter, I shall take hold of
+you.
+
+_Peter._--Your bark is worse than your bite, Tommy. I shouldn't wonder
+if you were to come off second best in a square fight.
+
+_Tommy._--Be off, Peter, and let me eat my bread and butter in peace.
+
+_Peter._--It seems to me it would be good manners to offer me a bite.
+
+_Tommy._--You'll provoke me, Peter, to give you a thrashing.
+
+_Peter._--My advice is that you don't try it on.
+
+_Tommy._--Peter, you are a little upstart. I should leave nothing of
+you, if I once took hold of you in earnest.
+
+_Peter._--It's a hot day, Tommy, and the wisest thing you can do is to
+share your slice with me. I am very hungry.
+
+_Tommy._--Oh, if you're hungry, that alters the case. Sit down, Peter,
+and you shall have a good bite.
+
+_Peter._--Ah! That tastes nice. Now, Tommy, explain about that hat of
+yours.
+
+_Tommy._--That's my secret, Peter. I sha'n't tell it.
+
+_Peter._--I can guess it. It's only a basket.
+
+_Tommy._--What a wise Peter you are! And to think you've had no
+schooling as yet!
+
+UNCLE CHARLES.
+
+
+
+
+IF I WERE A FAIRY.
+
+
+    If I were a fairy slight and small,
+        Say, about as tall
+    As a span-worm forming the letter O,
+    What do you think I would do? I know!
+    In the bell of the lily I'd rock and swing,
+        Twitter and sing;
+    And, taking the gold-dust under me,
+    I'd splash the hips of the buzzing bee,
+    That he might have meal to make his bread,
+        With honey spread,
+    For his thousand babies all in rows,
+    Each in a bandbox up to his nose.
+
+    I'd count the curls of the hyacinth
+        By the fallen plinth,
+    And make them glossy with morning dew
+    By sunrise tinted with purple and blue;
+    And out of the sunset sky I'd get
+        For the violet
+    Yellow and red, and dark marine,
+    And purples deep, and a tender green;
+    And all night long, as they lay in sleep,
+      I would paint and steep
+    Their velvet cheeks in a hundred dyes,
+    That well they might open great staring eyes.
+
+    Unseen I would come where the tired ants tug
+        At a heavy slug,
+    With my rye-beard lance I'd push it along,
+    And they'd think, "All at once we are wondrous strong!"
+    In the nest of the robin, under the eaves
+        Of the apple-leaves,
+    I'd drop a worm in the gaping throats
+    That answer my chirp of the mother's notes.
+    When bonny Miss Harebell thirsts in vain
+       For a drop of rain,
+    I would fill at the brook my shining cap,
+    And lay it all dripping in her lap.
+
+    Oh, what would I do as a fairy small?
+        I cannot tell all;
+    But I would do much with a right good will:
+    To all things good, and to nothing ill.
+    And I'd laugh and skip, like a bird on wing,
+        Twitter and sing,
+    And make boys and girls, and birds and flowers,
+    All say, "What a lovely world is ours!"
+
+    Well, what if I am not quite so small?
+         I can do it all
+    In my own sweet home by the same good will,
+    No fairy, but something nobler still.
+
+GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.
+
+[Illustration: If I Were a Fairy.]
+
+
+
+
+A CHILD FASCINATING BIRDS.
+
+[Illustration: A Child Fascinating Birds.]
+
+
+There is a little girl in Ohio, five years old, who has the power of
+charming birds at will. Her mother was the first to notice the exercise
+of this strange power.
+
+The little Girl was playing in the yard where some snowbirds were
+hopping about. When she spoke to them, they would come, twittering with
+glee, and light upon her shoulders.
+
+On her taking them in her hands and stroking them, the birds did not
+care to get away. They seemed to be highly pleased, and, when let loose,
+would fly a short distance, and soon return to the child again.
+
+She took several of them into the house to show to her mother. The
+mother, thinking the little girl might hurt the birds, put them out of
+doors. But the little birds were not to be cheated in this way. No
+sooner was the door opened than they flew into the room again, and
+alighted upon the girl's head, and began to chirp.
+
+The birds staid about the house all winter. Whenever the door was
+opened, they would fly to the little girl. The parents feared that this
+might be a bad omen, and that the little girl would die.
+
+But she kept her health, and did not die. She still makes pets of the
+birds, and they come and play with her. She handles them so gently, that
+even a humming-bird has been known to come to her several times.
+
+Last winter a whole flock of birds kept near the house all the season.
+She would feed them, and then play with them for hours at a time. Every
+morning the birds would fly to her window, and chirp, as much as to say,
+"Good-morning, little mistress! Wake up, wake up!"
+
+I think the child must be a near relation of that "Little Bell," of whom
+the poet Westwood sang,--
+
+    "Whom God's creatures love," the angels fair
+    Murmured, "God doth bless with angels' care:
+        Child, thy bed shall be
+    Folded safe from harm; love deep and kind
+    Shall watch around, and leave good gifts behind,
+        Little Bell, for thee!"
+
+EMILY CARTER.
+
+
+
+
+DADDY FROG.
+
+[Illustration: Daddy Frog & Children]
+
+
+    Old Daddy Frog lives in a bog,
+      And his coat is bottle-green;
+    Yellow his vest; handsomely dressed,
+      His pretty shape is seen.
+    Puffing with pride, there at his side
+      His dame is sure to be:
+    Smiling, she says, "No one could raise
+        A finer family!
+      Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"
+
+    Old Daddy Frog leaps on a log
+      In a spry and jaunty way:
+    Calling his boys--oh, what a noise!
+      He joins them in their play.
+    Hippety hop! under they pop,
+      And Daddy Frog says he,
+    "Isn't it fine? How they will shine,
+      This polished family!
+    Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"
+
+    Old Daddy Frog lives in the bog
+      Till the summer days are done:
+    Little boys grow; dressed like a beau
+      Now is each model son.
+    Daddy Frog's eyes wink with surprise,
+      Filled with delight is he;
+    Dame at his side chuckles with pride,
+      "There's no such family!
+    Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"
+
+GEORGE COOPER.
+
+[Illustration: Daddy Frog]
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRST CATCH.
+
+
+    One.
+    Two.
+    Three.
+    Four.
+    Five.
+
+[Illustration: Fish in Hat]
+
+    I
+    caught
+    a
+    fish
+    alive.
+
+    Why
+    did
+    You
+    let
+    him
+    go?
+
+[Illustration: Boy Bit]
+
+    He
+    bit
+    my
+    little
+    finger
+    so.
+
+
+
+
+TALKING WITH THE FINGERS.
+
+
+No doubt, many of the little readers of "The Nursery" go to school; yet
+not many of them, I think, can ever have been in such a school as the
+one in which I am teaching. The walls of the room are hung with pictures
+of birds, animals, insects, fishes, and flowers. The blackboard is
+covered with drawings of many familiar objects.
+
+While I am writing this, seven little boys and nine little girls (how
+many does that make in all?) are busy writing on their slates. These
+children do not have any books to study. I tell them what I wish to
+teach them, and they write it down, and try to remember it. But I teach
+them without speaking a word. I talk to them with my fingers.
+
+You have guessed already, I dare say, that these dear little children
+are deaf and dumb; that is, they can neither hear nor speak. They cannot
+go to school and live at home, and see papa and mamma night and morning,
+as you can; for there are no schools for them near their homes. They
+have to go a long way from home, and stay in school many long weeks
+without seeing father or mother, brother or sister. So, when vacation
+comes, how glad and happy they are! Some of them are even now writing on
+their slates, "In sixteen weeks we shall go home."
+
+I have said that these children cannot speak; but that is not quite
+true, for many of them are learning to speak. When I talk to them, they
+look very closely at my lips, and so learn to tell what I am saying.
+Some of them have very sweet and pleasant voices, the sound of which
+they have never heard in all their lives.
+
+And now let me say that I hope you will learn the finger-alphabet; so
+that, if you visit any of my little pupils, you can talk to them.
+
+If you ask them, they will spell very slowly,--how fast they _can_
+spell!--so that you can read what they say. Perhaps you can get "The
+Nursery" to print the alphabet for you.
+
+S.A.E.
+
+ROCHESTER, N.Y., March, 1880.
+
+
+
+
+A DAY ON GRANDPA'S FARM.
+
+[Illustration: A Day on Grandpa's Farm]
+
+
+"Arlington!" cried the conductor, as the train stopped at a little
+station in Central Wisconsin. We got out of the car just in time to see
+grandpa driving up in his big double wagon.
+
+We climbed in, and grandpa said, "Get up, Bill! Go along, Jip!" and
+away we started for the farm.
+
+When we got there, the first thing we saw was grandma making cookies
+with holes in them. She said she would give us some if we would be sure
+and not eat the holes.
+
+After dinner, my sister Ally, cousin Johnny, and I, went out to take a
+ramble in the barn and hunt for eggs. Pretty soon we heard Johnny
+calling, "Oh, come quick, and see what I have found!"
+
+We ran quickly to the place where he was, and there we saw a hen with a
+brood of chickens. One of the chicks was on its mother's back, one was
+on the floor in front of her, and the others were peeping out from under
+her wings. It was a pretty sight.
+
+After naming each of the chickens, we all made a search for eggs. We
+found one nest with five eggs in it, another with three, and another
+with two. Johnny put the eggs in his cap, and carried them into the
+house.
+
+He soon came running back, saying, "Now, let us go and have a swing." So
+we all went to the swing, and swung till we were tired. Then Ally said,
+"Oh, come and see the ducks swimming on the pond!" but Johnny said,
+"Wait till I get my boat, that uncle Sam made for me."
+
+So we all went to the pond, and Johnny put in his boat. It sailed right
+out among the ducks, and they were much afraid of it, and swam away as
+fast as they could, saying, "Quack, quack, quack!"
+
+Johnny went to the other side of the pond to get his boat, which had
+sailed across, and he had just got back when we heard grandma calling,
+"Children, come in to supper." After supper, mamma read us a story from
+"The Nursery," and then tucked us snugly in bed, and we went to sleep to
+dream of cookies, and hunting eggs.
+
+S.H.P.
+
+
+
+
+EMMA AND ETTA.
+
+[Illustration: Emma and Etta]
+
+
+Emma and Etta are sisters. They have a doll whose name is Clara.
+
+They are very fond of Clara, and it would be hard to tell which of the
+two Clara likes best. It is not often that one doll has two such
+mothers.
+
+In the picture you may see Emma dressing the doll. She has curled the
+sweet little thing's hair, and Etta has a nice, clean gown all ready for
+her to put on.
+
+It is to be hoped that this doll with two mothers will not be too much
+petted. It would be a pity if she should become a spoiled child.
+
+A.B.C.
+
+[Illustration: Child and Doll]
+
+
+
+
+BROWNIE'S ADVENTURE.
+
+[Illustration: Brownie's Adventure]
+
+
+Grace and Willie named him Brownie, because all his brothers and sisters
+were white, and he was such a funny little brown puff-ball of a chicken.
+
+Mrs. Speckle (that was his mother) was just as proud of him as she could
+be; but foolish Brownie thought her too strict. She would never consent
+to let one of the downy things out of her sight for a moment, and told
+them fearful stories of hawks and weasels, to say nothing of bad boys
+and big dogs.
+
+But Brownie kept thinking that some day, when he was a little older and
+stronger, he would leave the yard, and see whether there were really
+such dangers in the fields and woods as his mother said there was.
+
+After a while the pretty brown feathers all dropped out, one after
+another, until Brownie looked more like a chicken which had been plucked
+than any thing else. Grace could not keep from laughing at the sight of
+him; and it was very droll when he popped up on a log, and tried a weak,
+quavering crow.
+
+To be sure, Mrs. Speckle did not keep a looking-glass, and I suppose
+poor Brownie had no idea how very absurd he looked. To tell the truth,
+he thought he was almost grown up, and began to watch for a chance to
+begin his journey to see the world. He had not the least doubt that he
+would see something fine, if he could only get out of the sight of his
+mother, who was so very strict, and had such foolish notions, as he
+thought.
+
+So, one day, as Mrs. Speckle was having a friendly chat with Dame
+Top-Knot, he took the chance to creep slyly under the fence, and was off
+all alone.
+
+"How silly mothers are! And such cowards too!" he said to himself. "I am
+sure there's nothing here to hurt me. I would like to see any one meddle
+with me!"
+
+At this instant he felt a sharp peck; and a voice said close to his ear,
+"Halloo, little one, you had better start for home!"
+
+He looked up, and saw young Green-Wing, who was two months older, and
+boasted a comb of good size, to say nothing of his sharp spurs.
+
+Brownie thought it best to say nothing after the first "peep," and hid,
+trembling with fright, under the first leaf he could find. But the sun
+shone, the sky was a lovely blue, the ground was bright with flowers,
+and there were many bugs crawling about. Brownie had quite a feast, and
+was beginning to regain his spirits, when something happened which
+turned all his thoughts topsy-turvy.
+
+The sky grew dark all at once. Something caught hold of him, and
+Brownie felt himself going up, up, so swiftly, that it quite took his
+breath away. "It must be a thousand miles," he thought.
+
+Crack! went a gun. Then the hawk let go and Brownie went down, down to
+the ground, where he lay for a long time as if he were dead.
+
+When he opened his eyes it was almost dark. The sun had set, and he had
+forgotten the way home. "I shall never see mamma again," he sobbed. "I
+wish I had been good and not run away."
+
+"Why, here's Brownie!" cried Grace's voice. "The hawk did not get him
+after all. Come, Willie, and help me drive him to the hen-house."
+
+"I hope, my dear, you will never be so very naughty again," said Mrs.
+Speckle, as he crept under her wing.
+
+MRS. B.P. SIBLEY.
+
+[Illustration: Hen and Chicks]
+
+
+
+
+A MISJUDGED FRIEND.
+
+
+    The gardener shut the garden gate,
+    And went to weed the onion-bed:
+    The growing plants stood tall and straight;
+    "But what is this?" surprised he said.
+    Some broken bricks, some stones and sticks,
+    And underneath them, crushed and dead,
+    A large brown toad! "James, Martin, Fred!"
+    He called three little boys, who played
+    Near by, beneath a pear-tree's shade,
+    And sternly asked, "What cruel play
+    Is this you've been about to-day?"
+
+    "'Tis very hard we should be blamed,
+    I'm sure!" poor little James exclaimed:
+    "We only killed the toad because
+    An ugly-looking thing he was,--
+    So very ugly, that we knew
+    He surely would some mischief do.
+    He had great warts upon his back,
+    And curious blotches, greenish black,
+    And darting tongue, and strange flat head"--
+    "And how he sprawled his legs!" cried Fred.
+    "His mouth," said Martin, "was so wide,
+    It reached far round on either side;
+    And queer winks with his eyes he'd give:
+    We did not dare to let him live.
+    We had to kill that toad because
+    An ugly-looking thing he was."
+
+    The gardener gravely shook his head;
+    "It was a heartless act," he said;
+    "And, more than that, you may depend
+    Upon my word, you've killed a friend;
+    For often, at my work, I've found
+    This same toad near me, hopping round,
+    And, watching him, I've learned that he
+    My constant helper used to be,--
+    A second gardener, with no pay,
+    Who still was busy every day.
+
+    "He killed the young potato-bugs,
+    The caterpillars, and the slugs,
+    The beetles striped with yellow lines,
+    That spoil the tender melon-vines,
+    And looked round with his blinking eyes
+    For cabbage-worms and turnip-flies,
+    Low-flying moths with downy wings,
+    And slimy snails in shady nooks.
+    It was the cruellest of things
+    To kill poor Hop Toad for his looks.
+
+    "And if, when you shall older grow,
+    You strangers judge by outward show,
+    You'll be as foolish as unjust:
+    In worthless men you'll put your trust,
+    And often sorrow, in the end,
+    For having wronged some honest friend.
+
+MARIAN DOUGLAS.
+
+
+
+
+A CURE FOR THE TOOTHACHE.
+
+
+Our Ned is a brave little fellow about eight years old. He is full of
+fun, and loves to play out of doors in all kinds of weather.
+
+But what little boy can be merry when he has a raging toothache! Ned
+bore it like a hero; but he had to give up at last, and he was glad to
+take refuge in his mother's lap, and be a baby again for a while.
+
+With his head pillowed on his mother's breast, the little boy found some
+relief; but still he was in great pain. His sister stood by, trying to
+think of some way to help him. Ned could hardly keep from crying; but he
+said to his mother, "I should like to have you tell me a story."
+
+"What shall it be, darling?" said his mother.
+
+"Tell me about Harry and his dog Jack." This story had been told to Ned
+when he was a very, very little boy, and a good many times since then.
+It seemed odd to his mother that he had chosen such an old story. But he
+wanted to hear it; and so she told it all over again. This is the
+story:--
+
+"There was once a little boy named Harry, and he had a little dog named
+Jack. Jack was a queer-looking dog. He was nearly all black; but he had
+a white tail, and his front-feet were white.
+
+"Harry loved Jack very much, and as he never forgot to feed him, and
+never teased him, the dog loved Harry very much. When Harry went to
+school, Jack went too,--not into the schoolroom (for dogs can't learn to
+read, you know), but into the school-yard, where he played about till
+Harry came out again. At recess, he used to play with the boys, and have
+almost as much fun as if he were a boy too.
+
+"The yard wasn't very large, and, when the boys played ball, they would
+often throw the ball over the fence. Then it was Jack's part of the play
+to run after the ball. The boys would call, 'Jack, Jack!' and Jack would
+run under the fence, seize the ball in his mouth, and bring it back to
+the boys.
+
+[Illustration: Mother, Son, & Daughter]
+
+"But, one day, the ball rolled off the pavement out into the street. A
+wagon was passing just then; and Jack was in such a hurry to get the
+ball, that he ran right in its way, and the wheel went over his leg.
+
+"The boys all ran out to help Jack; and one of them said, 'O Harry! I'm
+afraid that he is badly hurt; for see, he runs on three legs, and lets
+the other one hang.' Harry took Jack up in his arms, and said, 'Poor
+Jack, poor little Jack.' Then he felt very gently of the dog's leg, and
+found that it was broken.
+
+"Oh, how sorry Harry and all the other boys felt! Harry couldn't keep
+from crying, and they all said that if little Jack got well they
+wouldn't send him out after the ball any more.
+
+"As soon as they were back in the yard, Harry ran into the school-house
+with Jack in his arms, and said to the teacher, 'Please, sir, may I go
+home now? My poor little dog Jack has broken his leg, and I want to show
+him to my mother, and try and make it better.' The teacher said, 'Yes,
+Harry, you are a good boy, and Jack is a good little dog, and you may
+take him home.' So Harry started at once.
+
+"When Harry's mother saw him coming home, she was afraid he was sick.
+She ran out to the gate, and said, 'Why, Harry! What makes you come home
+so early to-day?'--'O mamma!' said Harry, 'my poor little Jack has
+broken his leg!' Then Harry's mother looked at Jack, and, after thinking
+a minute said, 'My dear Harry, I am very sorry; but I think we shall
+have to kill little Jack to save him from suffering. A dog's broken leg
+cannot be made whole again.'
+
+"Oh, how sad little Harry felt when his mother said that! It made him
+cry very hard. But in a little while something made him stop crying: and
+what do you guess it was? Why, he began to think that perhaps his mamma
+was mistaken when she said that dogs couldn't have their legs mended;
+and he thought he would go to the doctor who cured him when he was sick,
+and ask about it.
+
+"So he said, 'Dear mamma, please let me go and ask Dr. Stratton if he
+won't try to fix Jack's leg.' And his mother said, 'Well, Harry, you may
+go; but I don't think the doctor will do it.'
+
+"So Harry put on his hat, and went over to Dr. Stratton's. Harry knocked
+on the doctor's door. 'Come in!' said the doctor. 'Why, Harry! What do
+you want? Anybody sick at your house?'
+
+"'N-no, sir,' said Harry, 'not exactly anybody, but my little dog Jack
+has a broken leg, and mamma says you can't mend it; but please try. My
+dear little dog is such a good dog, and mamma says he will have to be
+killed. Will you please try?'
+
+"Now, the doctor was a very kind man. He smiled, and said, 'Well, Harry,
+I never mended a dog's leg; but I'll try for your sake--but won't he
+bite me?'
+
+"'Oh, no!' said Harry. 'My dog Jack always minds me, and he will do just
+as I tell him.'
+
+"So the good doctor put on his hat, and went with Harry. When they were
+in Harry's house, the doctor said that he must have some very smooth
+pieces of wood. Harry said, 'I think the cover to my broken paint-box
+would do if it was whittled.' So he brought it, and the doctor said it
+was just the thing.
+
+"Then the doctor said, 'Now I must have some white cotton-cloth.'
+Harry's mother gave the doctor an old shirt, and he tore it into strips.
+Then he said, 'Now, Harry, I am ready.'
+
+"So Harry brought the little dog Jack, and said to him, 'Now, Jack, lie
+still!' And the good dog didn't move or bite while the doctor set his
+leg, and bound it up with the pieces of wood and the cloth. Then the
+doctor said, 'Now, Harry, you must take good care of Jack and keep him
+in the house till his leg is quite well.'
+
+"'I will,' said Harry. Then he made a nice soft bed and laid Jack in it,
+and took good care of him, and in a few weeks, what do you think? Jack
+was well!
+
+"I tell you, the boys were glad to see him back at school; and one of
+them made a rhyme about him that they used to sing every morning when
+they saw him coming,--
+
+    "'Little dog Jack, he broke his leg;
+    But now he's come back, peg-a-ty-peg!'"
+
+This was the end of the story, and Ned was so quiet that his mother
+thought he was asleep. But, all of a sudden, he looked up, with a smile,
+and said, "I'm going out now to have a game of foot-ball."
+
+"Why, what has become of that toothache?"
+
+"All gone," said Ned.
+
+"Why, that is a most wonderful cure. We will go and tell the dentist
+about it to-morrow."
+
+MRS. HENRIETTA R. ELIOT.
+
+[Illustration: Children Playing]
+
+
+
+
+SONG OF THE BIRDS.
+
+
+Words from the Nursery.
+
+Music by T. CRAMPTON.
+
+[Illustration: Music]
+
+    1.
+
+    Chipper, chipper, chip! come, clear the way!
+      We must be at work to day.
+    See us swiftly fly along,
+      Hear outbursts of merry song;
+    Watch us in our busy flight
+      Glancing in your window bright;
+    Save your bits of yarn for me;
+      Just think what a help 'twould be!
+
+    2.
+
+    Chipper, chipper, chip! Hark, how he sings,
+      As he comes for threads and strings,
+    Which he is not slow to see,
+      From the budding lilac tree!
+    Now with cunning saucy pranks,
+      See him nod his hearty thanks:
+    "These are just the thing," says he;
+      "What a help they'll be to me!"
+
+    3.
+
+    Chipper, chipper, chip! Now see him go,
+      Now so fast and now so slow;
+    Working ever at the nest,
+      Never stopping once to rest,
+    Getting bits of straw and things
+      For his good wife, while he sings,
+    "Chip, chip, chip, so gay are we,
+      Singing in the lilac tree."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+1.50 for a Subscription to "The Nursery" will make a child happy
+all the year.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+AND NOT WEAR OUT. SOLD by Watchmakers. By mail, 30 cts. circulars FREE
+J. S. BIRCH & CO., 38 Dey St., N.Y.;
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+
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+
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+C.O.D. to be examined. Write for Catalogue to STANDARD AMERICAN
+WATCH CO., PITTSBURGH, PA.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+[Illustration: Shot Gun]
+
+GREAT WESTERN GUN WORKS, Pittsburgh, Pa. Send stamp for Catalogue.
+Rifles, Shot Guns, Revolvers, sent c.o.d. for examination
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+once.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Castoria
+
+Pleasant to take; never narcotic, always regulates the Stomach and
+Bowels. No Sour-Curd or Wind-Colic; no Feverishness or Diarrhoea; no
+Congestion or Worms, and no Cross Children or worn-out Mothers
+where Castoria is used.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THOUSANDS VISIT THE MINERAL SPRINGS,
+
+Here and abroad, and spend thousands of dollars in search for health,
+when a few doses of
+
+Tarrant's Seltzer Aperient
+
+would accomplish the same results, at the cost of a few cents. Each
+bottle contains from thirty to forty glasses of Sparkling Seltzer, which
+makes it positively the cheapest, as well as the most efficacious
+mineral water extant.
+
+SOLD BY ALL DRUGGISTS.
+
+[Illustration: TARRANT'S SELTZER APERIENT.]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HANFORD'S NONE SUCH BAKING POWDER
+
+Is ABSOLUTELY PURE;--Grape Cream Tartar and Bicarb. Soda, Contains
+_nothing else; full weight;_ forfeited if not as represented. _All other
+kinds_ have filling. Sample of _pure_ powder and test to detect filling
+free by mail. GEO. C. HANFORD, Syracuse, N.Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
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+
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+
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+
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+
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+
+A PRESENT. Beautiful Chromo Cards given to readers of this paper for 3c.
+stamp, C.B.Ravene, Summit, N.Y
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+INVALID ROLLING CHAIR.
+
+[Illustration: (RECLINING)]
+
+A Priceless boon to those who are unable to walk. Hon. A.H. Stephens,
+M.C., and hundreds of others use them. Send for Circular to
+
+FOLDING CHAIR CO. New Haven, Conn.
+
+[Illustration: Invalid Rolling Chair]
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Choicest Illustrated Books for Children.
+
+Bound Volumes of "The Nursery"--Half-Yearly                  $1.00
+  "      "         "    "       Yearly                               1.75
+The Beautiful Book--A collection of Choice                     .75
+The Easy Book--In Large Type. Full                             .75
+ "   "     "        "     "   Half   "                                .50
+The Nursery Primer--A superb book of 64                        .30
+The Nursery Reader--Nos. 1, 2, 3, and 4, each                  .30
+"The Nursery" for Primary Schools--Nos. 1, 2, 3, and 4, each   .30
+Nursery Stories in Prose and Rhyme                            1.00
+
+_Sent, postpaid, on receipt of price. A liberal discount to schools._
+
+Address, THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,
+
+36 _Bromfield Street, Boston, Mass_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Subscriptions may commence with any number and for any time.
+
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+
+Supplementary Reading for Primary Schools!
+
+The
+
+Child's Monthly Reader.
+
+The third volume of "The Child's Monthly," a magazine which has been
+used with great success in many primary schools, was completed with its
+March issue. It is now consolidated with "The Nursery," which will
+embody all its most prominent features. We can supply back numbers of
+"The Child's Monthly" and "Monthly Reader" at the above low rate.
+
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+contains 16 pages, printed in large type on fine tinted paper. Send
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+
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+
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+
+BOUND VOLUMES OF "THE NURSERY"
+
+Will be sent, postpaid, by the publisher at the following prices:--
+
+Half-Yearly Volumes, $1. Yearly Volumes, $1.75. The magazine was begun
+in 1867.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+OXFORD'S SENIOR SPEAKER.
+
+A splendid volume, containing the best collection extant, of Pieces for
+Declamation, New Dialogues, &c. Illustrated with excellent likenesses of
+Charbam, Mirabeau, Webster, Demosthenes, Cicero, Grattan, Patrick Henry,
+Curran, Sheridan, Madame Roland, Victor Hugo, Calhoun, Hayne, Everett,
+Tennyson, Longfellow. O. W. Holmes, Bret Harte, Epes Sargent, Thackeray,
+Dickens, and many more, embracing
+
+Ninety Beautiful Illustrations
+
+in all. Every schoolboy ought to have this book; it is latest and best
+SPEAKER. Price 1.50.
+
+OXFORD'S JUNIOR SPEAKER
+
+Beautifully illustrated (Price 75 Cents), is the best work of the kind
+for younger classes in Declamations.
+
+THE NURSERY PUBLISHING CO.,
+
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