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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 "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</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 "THE NURSERY," <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 "Goats and Sheep;" +the other, "Two Rabbits."</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 "Rosa Bonheur."</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 "Horse-Fair," 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 "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.</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>.—Well, cousin Pop, how goes the world with you? Do you find any +worms?</p> + +<p><i>Pop</i>.—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>.—Not even a fly have I caught this blessed day.</p> + +<p><i>Pop</i>.—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>.—I should like to know that little girl. Where does she live?</p> + +<p><i>Pop</i>.—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>.—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>.—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>.—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>.—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>.—A good idea! I agree to it. Now, don't you be afraid, Pop, and +back out.</p> + +<p><i>Pop</i>.—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>.—Another good idea! Hunger sharpens your wits, cousin.</p> + +<p><i>Pop</i>.—It sharpens my appetite: I know that.</p> + +<p><i>Pip</i>.—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>"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."</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>—I say, Tommy, where did you get that new hat you have on your +head?</p> + +<p><i>Tommy.</i>—What business is that of yours?</p> + +<p><i>Peter.</i>—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>—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>—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>—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>—It seems to me it would be good manners to offer me a bite.</p> + +<p><i>Tommy.</i>—You'll provoke me, Peter, to give you a thrashing.</p> + +<p><i>Peter.</i>—My advice is that you don't try it on.</p> + +<p><i>Tommy.</i>—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>—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>—Oh, if you're hungry, that alters the case. Sit down, Peter, +and you shall have a good bite.</p> + +<p><i>Peter.</i>—Ah! That tastes nice. Now, Tommy, explain about that hat of +yours.</p> + +<p><i>Tommy.</i>—That's my secret, Peter. I sha'n't tell it.</p> + +<p><i>Peter.</i>—I can guess it. It's only a basket.</p> + +<p><i>Tommy.</i>—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, "All at once we are wondrous strong!"<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, "What a lovely world is ours!"<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, +"Good-morning, little mistress! Wake up, wake up!"</p> + +<p>I think the child must be a near relation of that "Little Bell," of whom +the poet Westwood sang,—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>"Whom God's creatures love," the angels fair<br /></span> +<span>Murmured, "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!"<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 & 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, "No one could raise<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A finer family!<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"<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—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>"Isn't it fine? How they will shine,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">This polished family!<br /></span> +<span>Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"<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">"There's no such family!<br /></span> +<span>Singing Coa, coa, coa, kerchunk!"<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 "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.</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, "In sixteen weeks we shall go home."</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,—how fast they <i>can</i> +spell!—so that you can read what they say. Perhaps you can get "The +Nursery" 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's Farm" title="" /> +</div> + + +<p>"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.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83" />[Pg 83]</span>We climbed in, and grandpa said, "Get up, Bill! Go along, Jip!" 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, "Oh, come quick, and see what I have found!"</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, "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."</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, "Quack, quack, quack!"</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, +"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.</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'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>"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!"</p> + +<p>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!"</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 "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.</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. "It must be a thousand miles," 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. "I shall never see mamma again," he sobbed. "I +wish I had been good and not run away."</p> + +<p>"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."</p> + +<p>"I hope, my dear, you will never be so very naughty again," 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>"But what is this?" 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! "James, Martin, Fred!"<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, "What cruel play<br /></span> +<span>Is this you've been about to-day?"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span>"'Tis very hard we should be blamed,<br /></span> +<span>I'm sure!" poor little James exclaimed:<br /></span> +<span>"We only killed the toad because<br /></span> +<span>An ugly-looking thing he was,—<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"—<br /></span> +<span>"And how he sprawled his legs!" cried Fred.<br /></span> +<span>"His mouth," said Martin, "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."<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>"It was a heartless act," he said;<br /></span> +<span>"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,—<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>"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>"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, "I should like to have you tell me a story."</p> + +<p>"What shall it be, darling?" said his mother.</p> + +<p>"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:—</p> + +<p>"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>"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.</p> + +<p>"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, & Daughter" title="" /> +</div> + +<p>"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>"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>"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>"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>"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.'</p> + +<p>"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>"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>"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>"'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>"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?'</p> + +<p>"'Oh, no!' said Harry. 'My dog Jack always minds me, and he will do just +as I tell him.'</p> + +<p>"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>"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>"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>"'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>"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,—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span>"'Little dog Jack, he broke his leg;<br /></span> +<span>But now he's come back, peg-a-ty-peg!'"<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, "I'm going out now to have a game of foot-ball."</p> + +<p>"Why, what has become of that toothache?"</p> + +<p>"All gone," said Ned.</p> + +<p>"Why, that is a most wonderful cure. We will go and tell the dentist +about it to-morrow."</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. 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