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No. 4, 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, October 1873, Vol. XIV. No. 4 + +Author: Various + +Release Date: March 29, 2008 [EBook #24941] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NURSERY, OCT. 1873, VOL.XIV NO.4 *** + + + + +Produced by Emmy, Juliet Sutherland and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net Music +by Linda Cantoni. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<h3>THE</h3> + +<h1>NURSERY</h1> + +<h2><i>A Monthly Magazine</i></h2> + +<h2><span class="smcap">For Youngest Readers.</span></h2> + +<div class='center'>VOLUME XIV.—No. 4<br /> + +<br /><br /> +BOSTON:<br /> +JOHN L. SHOREY, No. 36, BROMFIELD STREET.<br /> +1873.<br /> +</div> + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> + +<div class='center'> +<small>Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by</small><br /> +<small> JOHN L. SHOREY,</small><br /> +<small>In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.</small><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span class="smcap"><small>Boston:</small></span><br /> +<small><span class="smcap">Stereotyped and Printed by Rand, Avery, & Co.</span></small><br /> +</div> + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/contents.png" width="400" height="208" alt="Contents" title="Contents" /> +</div> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'>IN PROSE.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='center'><small>PAGE.</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Threading the Needle</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Butter Song</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our Pony</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nelly's Kitten</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A Morning Ride</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Perils of the Sea</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>In Honor of Rosa's Birthday</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Walter's Disappointment</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Tide coming in</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Letter to George</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Peepy's Pet</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />IN VERSE.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='center'><small>PAGE.</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Singing Mouse</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>A Funny Little Grandma</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Old Trim</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Our One-Year-Old</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>The Boasting Boy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cakes and Pies</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sunrise</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Song of the Monkey (<i>with music</i>)</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_128">128</a></td></tr> +</table></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus004.png" width="200" height="105" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 280px;"> +<img src="images/illus097.jpg" width="280" height="400" alt="THREADING THE NEEDLE." title="THREADING THE NEEDLE." /> +<span class="caption">THREADING THE NEEDLE.</span> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> + +<h2>THREADING THE NEEDLE.</h2> + + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 75px;"> +<img src="images/w.png" width="75" height="79" alt="W" title="W" /> +</div><div class='unindent'><br />HERE is Lucy all this while?" asked Mrs. +Ludlow of Anna, the maid.</div> + +<p>"I left her five minutes ago, trying to thread +a needle," replied Anna.</p> + +<p>"She is a long while about it," said Mrs. +Ludlow. "Send her to me."</p> + +<p>When Lucy entered the room, her mother asked her +what she had been about; and Lucy replied, "I have been +teaching myself to thread a needle."</p> + +<p>"But you have been a long time about it," said mother.</p> + +<p>"I will tell you why," continued Lucy. "When I went +to walk with papa yesterday, he saw me get over a stone-wall, +which I did rather clumsily: so he said, 'A thing that +is worth doing at all is worth doing well. Let me teach +you how to get over a wall quickly and gracefully.'"</p> + +<p>"So he gave you a lesson in getting over walls, did he?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, mother: he kept me at it at least half an hour; +and now I can get over a wall as quickly and well as any +boy."</p> + +<p>"But what has getting over walls to do with threading +a needle?"</p> + +<p>"Only this: I thought I would apply papa's rule, and +learn to do well what I was trying to do. So I have been +threading and unthreading the needle, till now I can thread +it easily."</p> + +<p>"You have done well to heed your father's advice," said +Mrs. Ludlow. "If you do not see the importance of it +now, you will see it often in your life as you grow older."</p> + +<p>It was not many months before Lucy comprehended how +wise her father had been in training his little girl. She +was gathering violets in a field one day, when she heard a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +trampling sound, and, looking round, saw a fierce bull plunging +and twisting himself about, and all the time drawing +nearer and nearer to her. Suddenly he made a rush towards +her in a straight line.</p> + +<p>Not far off was a high stone-wall. It would once have +seemed to Lucy a hopeless attempt to try to get over it +before the bull could reach her; but now she felt confident +she could do it: and she did it bravely. Confidence in her +ability to do it kept off all fear; and she did not even +tremble.</p> + +<p>The bull came up, and roared lustily when he found she +had escaped, and was on the other side of the wall. But +Lucy turned to him, and said, "Keep your temper, old fellow! +This child's father taught her how to get over a +stone-wall in double-quick time. You must learn to scale +a wall yourself, if you hope to catch <i>her</i>."</p> + +<p>"Boo-oo-oo!" roared the bull, prancing up and down, +but not knowing how to get over.</p> + +<p>"Why, what a sweet humor you are in to-day, sir!" said +Lucy, walking away, and arranging her bunch of violets for +Cousin Susan as she went.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Ida Fay.</span><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/illus099.png" width="300" height="200" alt="Sitting on the grass" title="Sitting on the grass" /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<h2>THE BUTTER SONG.</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">When</span> I was a little boy, I often helped my mother when +she was making butter.</p> + +<p>I liked to stand in the cool spring-house, and churn for a +little while; but I liked better to look out of the window, +and watch the ducks swimming in the creek, or the little +shiners and sunfish darting back and forth through the clear +bright water.</p> + +<p>Sometimes I would forget all about my work, and stand +watching the insects, ducks, and fishes, until some one +would call me, and tell me to go to work again.</p> + +<p>One day I wanted to churn very fast; for my mother had +told me that I might take a swim in the creek when my +work was done.</p> + +<p>So I sang a little song that our German girl Bertha had +taught me. She called it the "Butter Song;" and here it +is:—</p> + +<div class='poem'> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come, butter, come!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Little Harry at the gate</span><br /> +For his buttered bread does wait:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come, butter, come!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Come, butter, come!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fish for Lent, eggs for Easter,</span><br /> +Butter for all days, butter, come faster:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come, butter, come!</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>I thought then, as Bertha told me, that if I sang that +song a hundred and eleven times, and didn't stop churning +once while singing it, the butter would soon be made. I +believe so yet; but I think now, that the <i>steady work</i> had +more to do with it than the song had.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +S.<br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus101.png" width="400" height="302" alt="The Singing Mouse" title="The Singing Mouse" /> +</div> + +<h2>THE SINGING MOUSE.</h2> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><span class="smcap">Have</span> you ever heard of singing mice? There are such creatures, you +must know, or you will not believe what my verses will tell you. Yes, +indeed: it was only the other day that I heard of one that was kept in a +little cage, like those used for squirrels, and sang so delightfully that her +owner used to have her by his bedside to charm him to sleep. She was +a wood-mouse. Wood-mice are the best singers. Whether the one about +which you shall hear came from the woods or not, I cannot say; nor +how she happened to be in my friend C.'s house: but there she certainly +was; and this is the story of what she did there. I call it,</p></div> + + +<div class='center'>SERENADE.<br /><br /></div> + +<div class='poem'> +A certain friend William I have, who's so nice,<br /> +He's charming to every one,—even to mice.<br /> +<br /> +You ask how I know it? Well, listen: I'll tell<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>Of something which proves it, that lately befell.<br /> +<br /> +One night, when young William was snugly in bed,<br /> +A very queer notion came into his head.<br /> +<br /> +He woke from his slumbers, quite sure that he heard<br /> +The musical warbling of some little bird.<br /> +<br /> +He listened a moment: all silent, and then<br /> +The sweet little songster was singing again.<br /> +<br /> +A lamp, dimly burning, gave light in the room:<br /> +Will raised his head softly, and peered through the gloom.<br /> +<br /> +The door was wide open; and there, on the sill<br /> +(It's true, on my word: let them doubt it who will),<br /> +<br /> +A mite of a mousie sat singing away<br /> +As sweetly as bobolink on a June day.<br /> +<br /> +Erect on her haunches, her head in the air;<br /> +That Pussy might catch her she seemed not to care,<br /> +<br /> +But sang till her sweet serenade was quite done;<br /> +Then ran away swiftly as mousie could run.<br /> +<br /> +Now, said I not truly, that Willy's so nice,<br /> +He's charming to every one,—even to mice?<br /> +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +S. C. R.<br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus102.png" width="200" height="112" alt="Lilies of the Valley" title="Lilies of the Valley" /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus103.png" width="400" height="391" alt="Our Pony" title="Our Pony" /> +</div> + +<h2>OUR PONY.</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">We</span> have a pony whose name is Duke. He was very +skittish when we first had him. There are four of us children +who ride him,—Mamie, Winnie, Arthur, and myself. +We have another little sister, Florence; but she is not old +enough to ride, being only five years old.</p> + +<p>Winnie is a nice little rider. Duke was Mamie's birthday +present. We were all very much pleased when he +came. We danced round him, and clapped our hands. +Mamma wanted to surprise us: so, while we were at dinner, +she had the pony brought up and put in the barn.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> + +<p>After dinner we went out to play; and Winnie saw the +whip and the saddles, and then she suspected something. +So she began looking around in the stalls. There she found +the pony, and then came running in to mamma to ask if +it was really ours. Mamma said, Yes.</p> + +<p>Then we were very much pleased, and said we would ride +him. Winnie rode him up to the house first; then Mamie +wanted to ride, so she got on the boys' saddle. Duke +would not stand still for her; and, when she got on, he went +galloping down to the barn. Her hat flew off, and she was +very much frightened. She kept calling out, "Stop him!" +but he would not stop until he reached the barn. Duke +was frightened too, because we shouted at him.</p> + +<p>Mamie is thirteen, but is more afraid to ride than Winnie, +who is only seven. Mamie asks if boys always ride better +than girls. I say, "No! Look at Winnie." Once we tied +Duke to the swing; and then he got his nose pulled by getting +the rope twisted round it. Sometimes we have a good +frolic with him in the pasture. He never kicks us.</p> + +<p>Mamie loves to feed Duke; but she wants Arthur to hold +him carefully by the bridle while she does it. As for Winnie, +she loves to gallop over the hills and far away. Sometimes +she lets me ride behind her. Duke seems to love the +bold Winnie, and will do whatever she tells him to.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Tilden.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus104.png" width="200" height="154" alt="Duke" title="Duke" /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/illus105.jpg" width="300" height="325" alt="Nelly's Kitten" title="Nelly's Kitten" /> +</div> + +<h2>NELLY'S KITTEN.</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Nelly's</span> kitten was the handsomest kitten that ever was. +So her little mistress thought. Nelly made a great pet of +her, and brought her up with great care; and, when she had +become a well-grown cat, Nelly gave her the name of +"Pussy Gray."</p> + +<p>One morning while Nelly was being dressed, her sister +told her there was something nice down stairs, and asked +her to guess what it was. "I guess it's pickled limes," said +Nelly; for she dearly loved pickled limes. But her sister +said "No."—"Then I guess it's kittens," said Nelly; and +so it was.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> + +<p>Out in the back-room, in a barrel of shavings, were two +little bunches of fur; and, when Nelly took them out and +put them on the floor, they looked as though they were all +legs and mouths. Their eyes were shut tight, and their +little pink mouths were wide open.</p> + +<p>But, in a week or two, the eyes came open, and the little +kitties saw their feet and tails for the first time. Then they +stood upon their feet, and played with their tails till they +found their mother had one that was bigger and longer; and +then they played with their mother's tail whenever she forgot +to tuck it away and put her paw on it.</p> + +<p>The kittens were always in somebody's way. When +Nelly's mamma sat down in the big rocking-chair for a little +rest, the first time she rocked back, "Mew, mew, mew!" +would be heard, and away would scamper a little kit.</p> + +<p>When Nelly's sister walked across the room in the dark, +she was sure to hit her foot against a little soft ball, and +"Oh, dear! there's one of the kittens," she would say.</p> + +<p>If mamma went out to work in the kitchen, there would +be a scampering from under her feet; and the kittens would +be right before her. If she went to the closet to get any +thing, she was sure to knock one of the kits over as she +came out. When she was making pies, something would +come up her dress; and, before she could stop it, there would +be a kitten on her shoulder ready to fall into the pie.</p> + +<p>One day, after mamma had stepped on kittens, and fallen +over kittens, till her patience was all gone, she said she believed +she must have the kittens drowned, they were so +much in the way. Pussy Gray, their mother, was in the +room, and heard what was said. She at once went out of +the door, calling the kittens after her.</p> + +<p>That night they didn't come back, nor the next day, nor +the next; and, now that they were really gone, mamma<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +began to feel badly. So she searched all through the garden, +calling "Kitty, kitty;" but though she looked down +the cellar-stairs, and under the back-doorsteps, and everywhere +she could think of, no kitten came.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Mattie.</span><br /> +</div> + + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/illus107.png" width="300" height="229" alt="Butterflies" title="Butterflies" /> +</div> + +<h2>A FUNNY LITTLE GRANDMA.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +<span class="smcap">Cradled</span> on a rose-leaf<br /> +By her mother-miller,<br /> +In her tiny egg slept<br /> +Baby caterpillar,<br /> +<br /> +Till the sunbeams coaxed her<br /> +From her cradle cosey,<br /> +To her pretty chamber,<br /> +Velvet soft and rosy.<br /> +<br /> +Dew and honey drinking<br /> +As from fairy chalice,<br /> +A merry life she led<br /> +In that rosy palace.<br /> +<br /> +Till at length she wove a<br /> +Bed of cotton-down,<br /> +Where she slept to waken,<br /> +Dressed in satin brown.<br /> +<br /> +Once more in the sunshine,<br /> +Oh! how sweet to roam,<br /> +And on satin pinions<br /> +Seek her flowery home!<br /> +<br /> +She had joined the noble<br /> +Family of millers,<br /> +And last I heard was grandmamma<br /> +To six small caterpillars.<br /> +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Clara Broughton.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus108.png" width="400" height="307" alt="A Morning Ride" title="A Morning Ride" /> +</div> + +<h2>A MORNING RIDE.</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Maud</span> is spending her vacation among the woods and +mountains of Maine, where she went with her father and +mother about two weeks ago.</p> + +<p>One very pleasant morning papa said, "I think we had +better take a ride this morning." So Maud was called in +to get ready; and Hannah, the good white horse, was harnessed +into the buggy.</p> + +<p>The buggy had but one seat: so mamma found a nice +box, and folded her shawl and put on it; and that made a +good place for the little girl, between her father and mother; +and they all started on their ride.</p> + +<p>They went along a shady road near the river, and soon +they saw some geese. Several of them were swimming in +the water, and one or two were on the bank. One of these<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +had a sort of frame around its neck, and was standing on +one leg.</p> + +<p>Maud said, "Why, see that poor goose! It has only one +leg; and they have put that frame on so it can walk better." +But a few minutes after she looked again, and the goose +was standing very comfortably on both feet. So it really +had two, but had been curling up +one of them quite out of sight.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/illus109a.png" width="150" height="110" alt="Geese" title="Geese" /> +</div> + +<p>After riding some time, they +came to a ferry,—a place for crossing +the Androscoggin River; and +papa drove through a pleasant +field down to the bank of the +river. Here they saw a man cutting grass, and asked him +about the ferry-boat. He came up and took a horn that +hung on a post, and blew a blast, which the ferry-boy on +the other side of the river heard.</p> + +<p>When the boy heard it, he began to unfasten his boat, +and pull it over; and Maud and her father and mother +waited, sitting in the buggy, until the boy brought his boat +close to the shore, so that they could drive on to it easily.</p> + +<p>Then papa said, "Are you all ready?" and the boy answered, +"Yes, sir;" and Hannah walked on the boat and +stood perfectly still, while the boy kept pulling a strong +rope, until he drew the boat, with the horse and buggy and +people, safely over to the other +side. Then they drove up the +bank of the river, and came to a +gate, which a little girl opened.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/illus109b.png" width="150" height="121" alt="Ferry" title="Ferry" /> +</div> + +<p>Next they came to a very pleasant +wood,—so pleasant that papa +stopped Hannah in the shade, and +said she might rest a little; and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +mamma and Maud got out of the buggy, and picked the +young boxberry-leaves, and the red berries, and pulled long +vines of evergreen, and gathered moss.</p> + +<p>When papa thought it was time to go, he said, "All +aboard!" and they got in, and he drove on. They had not +gone far when Maud asked if she might drive. So papa +handed her the reins; and Hannah seemed to go on just as +well as ever.</p> + +<p>After Maud had been driving a little while, her father said +he thought she had better give the reins to him. This she +did, and they went to the village, stopped at the post-office, +and then drove swiftly home in season for dinner.</p> + +<div class='center'><span class="smcap">Bethel, Me.</span> + + + +H.<br /> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/illus110.png" width="300" height="221" alt="Old Trim" title="Old Trim" /> +</div> + +<h2>OLD TRIM.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +<span class="smcap">Here's</span> brave old Trim: I once with him<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was walking near the docks;</span><br /> +We heard a cry, both Trim and I,—<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cry that always shocks.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Help! boat, ahoy! See, there's a boy:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Make haste, he's going down."</span><br /> +"There! watch him, Trim! in after him!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We must not let him drown."</span><br /> +<br /> +Through foam and splash Trim's quick eyes flash:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He strikes out to the place;</span><br /> +And round and round, with eager bound,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He watches for a trace.</span><br /> +<br /> +A little hand comes paddling up,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A face so wild and wan:</span><br /> +"Ah, Trim, he's there! Make haste, take care;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And save him if you can!"</span><br /> +<br /> +Oh! brave and bold, he seizes hold;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His teeth are firmly set:</span><br /> +Now bear him near; there is no fear:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The boy is breathing yet.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Bravo, good Trim!" They welcome him,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And clasp him round for joy;</span><br /> +Then homeward bear, with tender care,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The pale, half-conscious boy.</span><br /> +<br /> +O faithful Trim! "Would I sell him?"<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Inquired a curious elf:</span><br /> +"What, sell," I cried, "a friend so tried!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd rather sell myself."</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Geo. Bennett.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus111.png" width="200" height="88" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" /> +</div> + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> + +<h2>PERILS OF THE SEA.</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Edwin</span> had a present of a ship, sent to him from England; +and he named it, after the giver, "The Uncle George." It +was a splendid ship. It had three masts, as a ship ought to +have, and was rigged in complete style.</p> + +<p>One fine day last month, Edwin took his ship down to the +Frog Pond on Boston Common, and set her afloat. On the +opposite side of the pond he saw four boys sailing their +boats, and a tall boy carrying a sloop, and followed by his +small brother.</p> + +<p>A sloop, you know, has but one mast. None of these +boys had a ship with three masts, like "The Uncle George." +Edwin felt a little proud when he saw his good ship catch the +wind in her sails, and go plunging up and down over the pond.</p> + +<p>But, dear me, think of the risks of ship-owners! Consider, +too, that Edwin's ship was not insured. What, then, +was his dismay, when, as she got into the middle of the +Atlantic Ocean (for so Edwin called the pond), a flaw of +wind threw her on her beam-ends, and sent her masts down +under water till she foundered, sank, and disappeared.</p> + +<p>There was a shout from the owners of vessels on the +other side of the Atlantic Ocean. "What a pity!" exclaimed +the boy with a dog.</p> + +<p>"What's her name?" asked the tall boy.</p> + +<p>"The Uncle George!" shouted back Edwin.</p> + +<p>"Any insurance on her?" inquired a boy waving his hat.</p> + +<p>"What do you mean by insurance?" asked Edwin.</p> + +<p>"Go and look in your dictionary," said the boy with his +hat off.</p> + +<p>Then the tall boy repeated these lines:—</p> + +<div class='poem2'> +"A land-breeze shook her shrouds, and she was overset;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Down went 'The Royal George' with all her crew complete."</span><br /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 575px;"> +<img src="images/illus113.jpg" width="575" height="400" alt="PERILS OF THE SEA." title="PERILS OF THE SEA." /> +<span class="caption">PERILS OF THE SEA.</span> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> +<p>Edwin was half disposed to cry; but then he thought +that crying was no way to get out of trouble. He took a +survey of the Atlantic Ocean, and wondered how deep it +was where his ship wend down.</p> + +<p>Then taking off his shoes and stockings, and rolling up +his pantaloons, he waded in, and succeeded, with the aid of +a long stick, in saving "The Uncle George."</p> + +<p>"Hurrah! Well done, little one!" shouted a boy on the +other side. The tall boy again launched into poetry, and +cried out,—</p> + +<div class='poem2'> +"Weigh the vessel up, once dreaded by our foes!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Her timbers yet are sound; and she may float again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Full charged with England's thunder, and plough the distant main."</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Alfred Selwyn.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<h2>IN HONOR OF ROSA'S BIRTHDAY</h2> + + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/illus114.png" width="200" height="155" alt="In Honor of Rosa's Birthday" title="In Honor of Rosa's Birthday" /> +</div> + +<p><i>Charles.</i>—Am I right +madam? is not this Miss +Rosa's birthday?</p> + +<p><i>Mary.</i>—Yes, sir. My +little girl is two years old +to-day.</p> + +<p><i>Charles.</i>—So I understood; +and I have brought +her a birthday present. +Here it is,—the largest rose I could find in all the land. +Do me the honor to accept it.</p> + +<p><i>Mary.</i>—With pleasure, sir, I accept it for Rosa; but, if +I may trust my eyes, this is a sunflower, not a rose.</p> + +<p><i>Charles.</i>—Excuse me madam, in Doll-land they told me +it was a rose.</p> + +<p><i>Mary.</i>—Ah! they sometimes forget names in Doll-land.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +I am obliged to you, sir, all the same. You are very +polite.</p> + +<p><i>Charles.</i>—I ought to be polite, madam; for my sister +Helen goes to dancing-school. I will bid you good-morning, +madam.</p> + +<p><i>Mary.</i>—Good-morning, sir. Call again some fine day.</p> + +<p><i>Charles.</i>—I shall call without waiting for a fine day, +madam. It is always a fine day when I am with you.</p> + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus115.png" width="400" height="239" alt="Our One-Year-Old" title="Our One-Year-Old" /> +</div> + + + +<h2>OUR ONE-YEAR-OLD.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +<span class="smcap">All</span> the people love her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For she is our darling;</span><br /> +Good and sweet and bright is she,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Never cross nor snarling.</span><br /> +<br /> +Bob, the savage bull-dog,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lamb-like waits upon her;</span><br /> +Hens and geese and turtle-doves<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come to do her honor.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Bless her!" says the raven,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Oh! you cannot match her;"</span><br /> +Swallows fly about her head,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kittens do not scratch her.</span><br /> +<br /> +For she is so gentle,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the folks obey her;</span><br /> +Even little tom-tit comes<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His respects to pay her.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">From the German.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus116.png" width="400" height="380" alt="Walter's Disappointment" title="Walter's Disappointment" /> +</div> + +<h2>WALTER'S DISAPPOINTMENT.</h2> + + +<p>"<span class="smcap">Here</span> is the last white rose in my garden," said Laura +to her brother Walter; "and you shall have it if you will +be a good boy."</p> + +<p>"I don't want a white rose," said Walter; "and, if I can't +go with Jim Bacon and the other fellows on the pond, I'll +not be a good boy: I'll make myself as disagreeable as I +can."</p> + +<p>"Why, Walter, what a threat!" said Laura, laughing; +"but you are a good deal like the minister's dog Bunkum, +who barks terribly, but never bites."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> + +<p>"See what I get for being a good boy!" replied Walter. +"The first time a chance for a little fun comes along, then +it's, 'O Walter! you and the other boys are too young to be +trusted alone on the water.'"</p> + +<p>Hardly had Walter given utterance to these words, when +there were cries from the roadside near by; and men and +women were seen running towards the pond. What could +be the matter?</p> + +<p>It soon was made known what the matter was. The little +fellows in the boat had upset it; and five of them were +floundering about in the water. Fortunately no life was +lost. All were saved, but not until all were wet through to +the skin.</p> + +<p>"Now, Walter," said Laura, "are you going to fret, and +make yourself disagreeable, because you did not get a ducking +with the other boys?"</p> + +<p>"Sister," said Walter, with a smile, "I think I will accept +that beautiful white rose you offered me just now."</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Dora Burnside.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<h2>THE BOASTING BOY.</h2> + + +<div class='poem2'> +I <span class="smcap">knew</span> a boy in our town, whose name was Billy Hood:<br /> +He had a sword all made of tin, a musket made of wood.<br /> +His drum would always let you know when Billy Hood was coming;<br /> +For all the neighbors used to say, "I wish he'd stop that drumming."<br /> +<br /> +Now, very brave this Billy was,—at least, so Billy thought;<br /> +And he was not afraid,—not he,—of any thing that fought.<br /> +"With this good sword and gun," said he, "I'll fight until I die:<br /> +Let man or beast come on! Who fears? Not Billy Hood! Not I!"<br /> +<br /> +But ah! one day this Billy went where six old geese were straying,<br /> +And on his noisy drum began somewhat too loudly playing:<br /> +An old goose chased him from the field; and Billy, screaming, ran,<br /> +Till on the kitchen floor he sank,—that valiant little man!<br /> +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Uncle Charles.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus118.png" width="400" height="301" alt="Making Cakes and Pies" title="Making Cakes and Pies" /> +</div> + +<h2>CAKES AND PIES.</h2> + + +<div class='poem'> +<span class="smcap">In</span> the dough! In the dough!<br /> +This is the way we make it go:<br /> +Roll it, roll it, smooth and thin;<br /> +Pound it with the rolling-pin;<br /> +Cut with thimbles, and it makes<br /> +Just the nicest dolly cakes.<br /> +<br /> +Dolly, now, must have a pie:<br /> +We will make it, you and I.<br /> +Here's a cunning little tin!<br /> +Roll and roll the pie-crust thin;<br /> +Spread it smoothly now within;<br /> +Lay some bits of apple in,<br /> +Cover nicely; let it bake:<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span>That's the way our pies we make.<br /> +<br /> +Dolly may not eat it all;<br /> +Then, if playmates chance to call,<br /> +We will give them a surprise<br /> +With our little cakes and pies.<br /> +All we make is good to eat;<br /> +For our hands are clean and sweet;<br /> +And we have such handy ways.<br /> +Our dear mother often says,<br /> +That she thinks, by all the looks,<br /> +We shall soon be famous cooks.<br /> +</div> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Emeroy Hayward.</span><br /> +</div> + + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/illus119.png" width="300" height="334" alt="The Tide is Coming In" title="The Tide is Coming In" /> +</div> + +<h2>THE TIDE COMING IN.</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Julia</span> and Rose were on a visit to their uncle, who lived +near the seaside. They came from Ohio, and did not know +about the ebb and flow of the tide of the ocean. They ran +down on the sandy beach, and seated themselves on a rock.</p> + +<p>Their cousin Rodney was not far off, engaged in fishing +for perch. All at once there was a loud cry from Julia, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +elder of the two sisters. The water had crept up all round +the rock on which they sat, thus forming an island of it; +and they did not know what to make of it.</p> + +<p>"The water has changed its place," shouted Rose.</p> + +<p>Rodney was alarmed, and began to blame himself for +neglecting, in his eagerness to catch a few fish, the little +girls under his charge.</p> + +<p>He took off his shoes and stockings, rolled up his pantaloons, +and ran into the water over the sandy bottom to the +rock. Taking Rose in his arms, he told Julia to follow.</p> + +<p>"But I shall wet my nice boots," said Julia.</p> + +<p>"Then, wait on the rock," said Rodney, "while I carry +Rose, and set her down on dry land. I will then come for +you, and carry you pickback to the shore."</p> + +<p>"No, Cousin Rodney," said Julia: "I think I will not +ride pickback. I should be too heavy a load. I must not +mind wetting my boots and stockings."</p> + +<p>"Then, place your hand on my shoulder, and come along," +said Rodney. "The tide is gaming on us very fast."</p> + +<p>"I don't know what you mean by the tide," said Julia.</p> + +<p>"Why, cousin," said Rodney, "you must know that the +tides are the rise and fall of the waters of the ocean. It +will be high tide an hour from now; then the water will +cover all these rocks you see around us. After that, the +water will sink and go back till we can see the rocks again, +and walk a long way on the sand; then it will be low +tide. But we must not stay here talking: the water will +soon be too deep for us."</p> + +<p>So Rodney took Rose in his arms, and Julia placed her +left hand on his right shoulder; and in this way they went +through the water to the dry part of the beach.</p> + +<p>"We must look out for this sly tide the next time," said +little Rose as she ran to tell papa of their adventure.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Uncle Charles.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> +<div class='center'> <table class="sunrise" summary="Sunrise"> +<tr><td align='left'><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> +<div><span style="margin-left: 15em;"><big><b>SUNRISE.</b></big></span><br /><br /></div> + + +<div class='poem'> +<span class="smcap">Come</span> and see the sunrise,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Children, come and see;</span><br /> +Wake from slumber early,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wake, and come with me.</span><br /> +Where the high rock towers,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We will take our stand,</span><br /> +And behold the sunshine<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kindling all the land.</span><br /> +<br /> +You shall hear the birdies<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sing their morning lay;</span><br /> +You shall feel the freshness<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of the new-born day;</span><br /> +You shall see the flowers<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Opening to the beams,</span><br /> +Flooding all the tree-tops,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flashing on the streams.</span><br /> +</div> + + + + +<span class="smcap">Emily Carter.</span><br /> +<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td> +</tr></table></div> + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> + +<h2>LETTER TO GEORGE.—No. 2.</h2> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/illus122a.png" width="150" height="133" alt="Toad on the door-step" title="Toad on the door-step" /> +</div> + +<div class='story'><span class="smcap">Dear George</span>,—When I sat +by the door last evening, a great +toad hopped up on +the door-step. A +bug flew along, and +he caught it. He +looks very ugly; but he will not +hurt you.</div> +<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/illus122b.png" width="150" height="132" alt="Prince & the chickens" title="Prince & the chickens" /> +</div> + + +<div class='story'>The dog Prince sits and +watches the little new chickens +every day. I suppose he wonders +what they are. He knows +it is wrong to touch them, +because I have told him so.</div> + + +<div class='story'>But he thought he +would like to just +smell of one: so he +put his nose close to +the little soft bunch, and smelt<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +of it. But the chicken's mother +put her head out of the coop, +and pecked him so that he +cried.</div> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/illus123a.png" width="150" height="135" alt="Prince with the bone" title="Prince with the bone" /> +</div> + +<div class='story'>Prince found a +bone, and hid it in +the ground. But he +was afraid the pig +would find it: so he dug it up, +and carried it behind the wagon, +in the wagon-house.</div> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;"> +<img src="images/illus123b.png" width="150" height="131" alt="The Naughty Colt" title="The Naughty Colt" /> +</div> + +<div class='story'>The colt is very +cunning; but he is +naughty. One day +the clothes were +hung out on the line to dry. +The colt got in the yard, and +tore the clothes all in pieces with +his teeth. He ought to know +better.</div> + +<div class='sig'> +W. O. C.<br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/illus124.png" width="350" height="264" alt="Peepy's Pet" title="Peepy's Pet" /> +</div> + +<h2>PEEPY'S PET.</h2> + + +<p><span class="smcap">There</span> was a little girl who was called Peepy; but why +she was called so I do not know: perhaps it was because, +when a baby, she used to peep from behind a curtain or a +door, and cry, "Peep-O!"</p> + +<p>She was a good little girl; but, when she was five years +old, her mother had to go to Europe for her health, and +Peepy was sent to board in the family of a farmer whose +name was Miller.</p> + +<p>One day Mr. Miller made her a present of a bright silver +quarter of a dollar. Peepy had been taught to sew by +Susan Miller; and so Peepy put her work-box on a chair +in her little room, and sat down and made a little bag in +which to keep the bright silver coin.</p> + +<p>Then she took a walk near the grove, and saw two boys +who had caught a robin, and were playing with it. They +had tied a string to its legs; and, when the poor bird tried to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +fly away, they pulled it back again, and laughed at its +struggles.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/illus125.png" width="300" height="227" alt=""How can you be so cruel?"" title=""How can you be so cruel?"" /> +</div> + +<p>At last the little robin was so tired and frightened, that it +lay on the ground, panting, with its feathers ruffled, and its +beak wide open, and its eyes half closed. It seemed ready +to die. Then the rude, cruel boys pulled the string to +make it fly again.</p> + +<p>"Please don't be so cruel," said little Peepy. "How can +you be so cruel?" And she ran to the poor bird, and took +it up very gently.</p> + +<p>"You let our bird alone!" one of the boys cried out. But +Peepy still held it, and was ready to cry when she felt its +little heart beating with fear.</p> + +<p>"Do give it to me, please," said Peepy. "I will thank +you for it very much." But the boys laughed at her, and +told her roughly to let the bird alone. "We caught the +bird, and the bird is ours," said one of them.</p> + +<p>"Will you sell me the bird?" asked Peepy, taking her +bright quarter of a dollar out of its bag, and offering it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/illus126.png" width="300" height="232" alt="Peepy, Mrs. Miller and Bella at home" title="Peepy, Mrs. Miller and Bella at home" /> +</div> + +<p>"Ah! now you talk sensibly," said the larger of the +boys. "Yes: we'll sell it."</p> + +<p>So Peepy parted with her money, but kept the precious +bird. The boys ran off, knowing they had done a mean +thing, and fearing some man might come along, and inquire +into it.</p> + +<p>Peepy took the bird home; and Mrs. Miller told her +she had done right, and helped her to mend an old cage +into which they could put the poor little bruised bird. +Soon it took food from their hands, and grew quite tame.</p> + +<p>Peepy named it Bella, and kept it in her chamber where +she could hear it sing. Bella loved Peepy, and would fly +about the room, and light on her head, and play with her +curls.</p> + +<p>But as summer came on, and the weather grew warm and +pleasant, Peepy thought to herself, "Bella loves me, and is +grateful for all my care; but liberty is as sweet to birds as +to little girls. I will not selfishly keep this bird in prison. +I will take it into the grove, and set it free."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/illus127.png" width="400" height="310" alt="Peepy setting Bella free" title="Peepy setting Bella free" /> +</div> + +<p>So Peepy took it into the grove, and set it free; and Bella +lighted on a bough, and sang the sweetest song you ever +heard. It then flew singing round Peepy's head, as if to +say, "Thank you! thank you a thousand times, you dear +little girl!" If Bella's song could have been translated +into words, I think they would have been these:—</p> + +<div class='poem'> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">"Darling little Peepy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">When you're sad or sleepy,</span><br /> +I will come and sing you a merry, merry song:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">So do not be grieving</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">At this tender leaving;</span><br /> +I shall not forget you, dear, for Oh! love is strong."<br /> +</div> + +<p>Peepy went home rather sad with her empty cage. But +what was her joy the next day, to see Bella on the window-sill! +She opened the window, Bella flew in, and they had a +nice frolic. Then, when the dinner-bell rang, the little bird +flew off. Peepy was happy to think it had not forgotten +her.</p> + +<div class='sig'> +<span class="smcap">Ida Fay.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/illus128.png" width="600" height="234" alt="Song of the Monkey" title="Song of the Monkey" /> +</div> + +<h2>SONG OF THE MONKEY.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/music.png" width="600" height="522" alt="Music" title="Music" /> +</div> +<div class="center"><small>[<i>Transcriber's Note: You can play this music (MIDI file) by clicking</i> <a href="music/octmusic.midi">here</a>.]</small></div> + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="8" cellspacing="0" summary="Verses 2 and 3 of the Song of the Monkey"> +<tr><td align='left'>2 There cocoanuts are growing<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Around the palm-tree's crown:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I used to climb and pick them off,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">And hear them—crack!—come down.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There all day long the purple figs</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Are falling, I declare:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How pleasant 'tis in monkey-land!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh, would that I were there!</span><br /> +</td><td align='left'>3 On some tall tree's top branches<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The fleecy clouds would sail</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Just over me: I wish that I</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Were swinging by my tail!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'd swing and swing so merrily,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">How happy I would be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But oh! a travelling monkey's life</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Is very hard for me.</span><br /> +</td></tr> +</table></div> +<div><br /><br /></div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 141px;"> +<img src="images/divider.png" width="141" height="16" alt="Divider" title="Divider" /> +</div> +<div><br /><br /></div> + +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Note:</h3> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p> +<p>This issue was part of an omnibus. The original text for this issue did +not include a title page or table of contents. This was taken from the +July issue with the "No." added. The original table of contents +covered the second half of 1873. 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