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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: Little Folks (October 1884) + A Magazine for the Young + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 3, 2009 [EBook #27693] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS (OCTOBER 1884) *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="notes"> +<p>Transcriber's Note: Table of Contents has been added +for the HTML version. Amendments can be read by placing cursor over +words with a dashed underscore like +<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note">this</ins>.</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + + +<h1><span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>:</h1> + +<h2><i>A Magazine for the Young.</i></h2> + +<h3><i>NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES.</i></h3> + +<h4>CASSELL & COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Limited</span>.</h4> + +<h4><i>LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK.</i></h4> + +<h4>[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="600" height="466" alt="cover" title="cover" /> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h2>Contents</h2> +<table summary="Contents"> +<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg sml">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_Little_Too_Clever">A Little Too Clever</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_193">193</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#How_To_Make_Pretty_Picture_Frames">How to Make Pretty Picture-Frames</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_203">203</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#His_First_Sketch">His First Sketch</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Some_Famous_Railway_Trains_And_Their_Story">Some Famous Railway Trains and Their Story</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_Foraging_Expedition_In_South_America">A Foraging Expedition in South America</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_207">207</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Sunday_Afternoons">Our Sunday Afternoons</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Contentment">Contentment</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_217">217</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Little_Fe">Little Fé</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_218">218</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Prince_And_His_Whipping_Boy">The Prince and his Whipping-Boy</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_220">220</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey">Stories Told in Westminster Abbey</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_222">222</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Their_Road_To_Fortune">Their Road to Fortune</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#All_About_Snails">All About Snails</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_232">232</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Little_Margarets_Kitchen">Little Margaret's Kitchen, And What She Did In It—X</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#What_The_Magic_Words_Meant">What The Magic Words Meant</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_Young_Romans_Sacrifice">A Young Roman's Sacrifice</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_October">The Children's Own Garden In October</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Discontented_Boat">The Discontented Boat</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Harrys_Rabbit">Harry's Rabbit</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Music_Page">Our Music Page</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_245">245</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Editors_Pocketbook">The Editor's Pocket-Book</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_246">246</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society">The "Little Folks" Humane Society</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_249">249</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes">True Stories About Pets, Anecdotes, &c.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner">Our Little Folks' Own Corner</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_252">252</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles">Our Little Folks' Own Puzzles</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Answers_To_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles">Answers To Little Folks' Own Puzzles</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_253">253</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Prize_Puzzle_Competition">Prize Puzzle Competition</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_254">254</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Questions_And_Answers">Questions And Answers</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_255">255</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Brownies_To_The_Rescue">The Brownies To The Rescue</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_256">256</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<hr style="width: 33%;" /> + +<p><a name="A_Little_Too_Clever" id="A_Little_Too_Clever"></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193"></a>[Pg 193]</span></p> + +<h2>A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.</h2> + +<h4><i>By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities" "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid Marjory" &c.</i></h4> + +<h4>CHAPTER XII.—AN UNEXPECTED FRIEND.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap004"><span class="dropcap">F</span></span><span class="smcap">or</span> the first time +since she had +left home, Elsie +felt thoroughly +frightened and +miserable. Even +when she had +stayed in the +crofter's cottage +she had not felt +worse. For this +little attic, right +at the top of a +tall house full +of people, seemed +even more +dreadful than +the bare wretched +loft in Sandy +Ferguson's hovel. The height of the house, the +noises of loud angry voices, banging doors, hurrying +footsteps coming and going on the stairs, the +continual roar of traffic in the street below, were +all things strange and terrifying to the moor-bred +Scottish lassie. Besides this, she had begun to +realise to the full extent how greatly she had been +mistaken in all her ideas when she formed the +plan of running away. She had thought it would +be a fine adventure, with some little difficulties to +encounter, such as would quickly come right, as +they did in the books of running-away stories, +which she had always believed to be quite true. +How could she have known it would happen so +differently to them? And above all, who could +suppose that Duncan, who was so strong and +hearty, should fall ill just at such a time as this?</p> + +<p>That was the worst thing about it, and the one +that frightened Elsie most. She didn't like the +look of Duncan at all. He had been getting worse +all day while they were in the train, and now he +did not seem to notice anything or anybody. His +eyes were closed, and he never spoke a word, but +only gave a sort of little moan now and then. He +was burning hot too, and he moved his head and +his limbs about restlessly, as if they were in pain. +Elsie wondered whether he was really very ill, and +what ought to be done for him. No one seemed +to take any notice or think that he required any +attention; and what could she do?</p> + +<p>I do think that when children run away from a +good kind home and watchful loving guardians, +God must be very angry with the hardness of heart +and wilful ingratitude that can lead them to do +such a wicked thing, and I have no doubt that He +purposely let all these difficulties and terrors fall in +Elsie's path in order to punish her. Children, even +big ones, have little idea of the dreadful dangers +there are waiting for them to fall into, or how soon +some shocking disaster would happen to them if +they had not such careful, kind protectors. I am +afraid, too, that people who write books often hide +such things, and only tell of the wonderful escapes +and marvellous adventures that runaway children +encounter, although they know that really and +truly the most dreadful things have happened to +children who have run away from their homes—things +too dreadful for me to tell of. We know +that the Gentle Shepherd has a special care for +little lambs of His flock, but we can never expect +God to take care of us when we have wilfully +turned away from Him to follow our own wrongdoing, +and refused to turn back. If the lambs +will not listen to the voice of the Shepherd, but will +stray far away from Him, they are likely to be lost.</p> + +<p>Now, He had already spoken to Elsie many times +since she had left home. Her conscience, which is +really His voice, had told her frequently that she +was doing wrong, and that it would end badly; but +she had refused to hear. Even now, when she had +really begun to wish she were back again, it was because +of the discomfort she was suffering, much +more than on account of any belief that she had +done a very wicked thing. But God is never content +with such a grudging, half repentance as that, and +so it was that Elsie fell into worse trouble still.</p> + +<p>I wish I could describe to you how utterly forlorn +and miserable Elsie felt, standing there by poor +Duncan's bed, watching him toss about, and not +able to do anything for him, or even to call any one +to his assistance. I am afraid the little children +who are in their own happy homes cannot imagine +what it would be like, and I only hope they never +may experience anything so dreadful.</p> + +<p>Elsie could not tell any one how she felt, for +there was no one to listen. She was not a child +who had ever cried much; but do what she would, +she could not help shedding some very bitter, angry +tears now.</p> + +<p>Presently Duncan lifted his heavy eyelids, and +asked for some water. Elsie jumped up and began +searching in the room; but there was neither basin +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194"></a>[Pg 194]</span> +nor jug, and such a simple thing as a drop of water +was not to be had.</p> + +<p>She told Duncan there wasn't any; but he did +not seem to understand, and kept on asking for it. +Elsie, in her indignant anger, beat furiously at the +door to attract some one's attention, but in vain. +No one came near.</p> + +<p>It drove her almost mad to hear the child +moaning and groaning, and calling out incessantly +for water in a peevish, whining voice. Where +was Mrs. Donaldson? and why had she left them +in this cruel way, without food or even a drop of +water, although she knew that Duncan was ill?</p> + +<p>After a long time, Elsie heard some one coming +up to the attic; the door opened, and the girl who +had brought them upstairs put her unkempt head +in at the door.</p> + +<p>"Just to have a look at you," she said, with +a broad grin upon her face, which was a very +stupid-looking one, and frightfully begrimed. "I +sleep up here, just next to you."</p> + +<p>"Will you get us a little water?" Elsie cried.</p> + +<p>"Why, yes!" said the girl, good-naturedly. +"There's a pitcher full out here. I'll bring it in."</p> + +<p>She came in, bringing it with her, and then went +up to the bedside, where Duncan lay tossing and +moaning. "Is it for him to drink?" she asked. +"I'll go fetch a mug." And she sped away, bringing +back an old gallipot, which she filled, and held to +the child's lips.</p> + +<p>"But he is just bad," she said, looking at him. +"Ain't he hot? He's got the fever! Is that the +reason you was brought here?"</p> + +<p>"I'm sure I don't know," Elsie replied, wondering +how much she dared say to this girl, and with +a recollection of the "fairy mother's" threats.</p> + +<p>"Do you know where mamma is?" she asked, +cautiously.</p> + +<p>The girl burst out laughing. "You needn't come +that here," she said. "We know her and him well +enough, both of them. They wasn't always such +grand folk, I can tell you. Why, Lucy Murdoch +is as well known down Stony Close as ever I am. +Her mother lived next to mine, and does to this +day, and holds her head so high, on account of her +daughter, that she'd like to pass mother in the +street if she dared. If you belong to her, it's news +to me, and I've known her all my life." All this +was said with the quaint expressions and broad +northern dialect that Elsie very well understood, +although none but a Scottish lassie would do so.</p> + +<p>"I don't think you like her much," Elsie said.</p> + +<p>The girl made a wry grimace. "I like any one +so long as they don't do me no harm," she replied +evasively. "She wouldn't stand at that, either, if +she had the mind. How did you get with her?"</p> + +<p>Elsie pondered a moment, and then decided she +would tell this girl everything, and trust to her +being a friend.</p> + +<p>"She found us on a road by the mountains, oh! +ever so far away from here; and she seemed so +kind, and brought us clothes, and took us to a nice +house to sleep, and brought us in the train all this +way," Elsie said.</p> + +<p>"H'm," the girl said, looking rather puzzled. +"Well, she'd got her reasons," she added presently. +"I don't know what they might be, but it wasn't +done for any good to you. What did they bring +you here for?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know," Elsie replied.</p> + +<p>"You see, master's in all their secrets. He's +one with them, and does a lot of business with +them. To tell you the truth—which you needn't +let out, unless you want to have your head smashed—he's +master's brother, only he goes under another +name. Now, what did he tell you his name was?"</p> + +<p>"I was told to call him Uncle 'William,'" Elsie +replied, "and the lady 'Mamma.'"</p> + +<p>The girl laughed to herself heartily—a sort of +suppressed chuckle, which could scarcely have +been heard outside the door. "Well, that's a +queer dodge! I suppose she made out that she +was his sister; and she was dressed like a widow, +and he's her husband all the time, which I know +very well. She passes, then, as a widow with two +children, does she?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose so," Elsie replied, scarcely understanding +what the girl was talking about.</p> + +<p>"She's deep, she is," the girl continued; "and +lots of money always, hasn't she? rings too, and +bracelets, and all sorts of things."</p> + +<p>"She had at first all those things, and I've seen +a lot of money in her purse."</p> + +<p>"Well, would you think she once lived in Stony +Close along of us, and was only a poor girl like me, +though always a dashing one, with a handsome face +of her own?" the girl asked. "They think I'm so +stupid, but I ain't quite so stupid as I look. I +don't forget. I wasn't as old as you are when +Lucy Murdoch was married, but I remember it. +What were you doing on that road when she +found you?" she asked suddenly.</p> + +<p>"We had run away from home," Elsie replied +falteringly, for at the thought of home she felt +ready to cry.</p> + +<p>"My goodness! you can't be the two children +what was lost off a moor somewhere up Deeside."</p> + +<p>"How did you know it?" Elsie cried eagerly. +"Has mother been here?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no! It's posted up at the police station," +the girl replied. "They always have all such +things up there: a description of you, and everything. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195"></a>[Pg 195]</span> +Your mother goes and tells the police, +and they has it printed, and sends it about everywhere. +Lucy Murdoch is after the reward, I'll be +bound!"</p> + +<p>All this was quite unintelligible to Elsie, who +knew nothing of rewards or police regulations. +Only one thing she learnt, and that was that they +were being sought for, and she hoped some one +would find them. A slight misgiving crossed her +mind as to whether the police could take her +to prison for having run away; but this did not +trouble her very much, for she felt sure that Mrs. +MacDougall would never let any bad thing befall +them, and no one else could have told the police to +search.</p> + +<p>"I suppose I should just get it if I was found in +here," the girl said presently. "You won't go +telling, I suppose; for if they thought I knew too +much, they'd——" the sentence ended with a +grimace and expressive shrug of the shoulders.</p> + +<p>Again the girl held the jar to Duncan's parched +lips. "I dursn't stay," she said, kindly; "but if +you knock at this wall I shall hear, and I'll come if +you want me. We're up at the top, so there's no +one to pry down the stairs. He do seem real bad, +poor little chap! but maybe he'll be better in the +morning."</p> + +<p>With these words she departed, locking the door +after her; and Elsie somehow felt that, in spite of +her rough looks and miserable appearance, she had +found a friend.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XIII.—A DREADFUL NIGHT.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap008"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span> pangs of hunger which Elsie was feeling +pretty sharply were nothing compared to the +pain of mind she was enduring; for although +she was the child of poor people, and had +lived all her life in a cottage, with plain fare and +plenty to do, she had been accustomed to perfect +cleanliness, and a good deal of simple comfort.</p> + +<p>After a while she undressed herself, and crept +into the not too clean bed with a feeling of disgust. +It was so different from the coarse cotton sheets—bleached +white as snow, and smelling sweet of the +fresh, pure air—that covered her own little bed. +The room, too, was hot, close, and stifling.</p> + +<p>Still this was nothing to the fear she felt for +Duncan, lying so ill and wretched in this miserable +attic, without mother, or granny, or any one +to see after him.</p> + +<p>The candle burnt out, and they were left alone in +the dark. There was no chance of sleeping, for +Duncan tossed and plunged about, trying to find +some cool resting-place for his fevered limbs. The +moments dragged slowly away—so slowly that poor +Elsie thought the dreadful night would never go.</p> + +<p>About the middle of the night Duncan began to +mutter rapidly to himself. He spoke so quickly +and incoherently that Elsie could not make out +what he was saying. She jumped out of bed, and +felt about for the water, thinking he was asking for +it. He drank some eagerly, and then went on +chattering again.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he raised himself up in the bed, and +caught hold of Elsie, clinging to her with a grasp +that made her utter a cry of pain. "He's killing +me! he's got a knife! Mother, he's got me!" he +shrieked out; then with a dreadful cry he fell back +on the bed, catching his breath in great spasmodic +sobs that shook the bed.</p> + +<p>"It's all right, darling!" Elsie cried, her teeth +chattering with fear, so that she could hardly +speak. "There's no one but me—Elsie."</p> + +<p>Presently he went on talking to himself again.</p> + +<p>Elsie put her head close to listen, but could only +catch a word here and there. "So cold—so tired—do +let us go home, Elsie—can't walk—hurts me, +it hurts me!" he kept on repeating over and over +again, his voice rising almost to a scream of terror +sometimes, then sinking into a moan of pain.</p> + +<p>Suddenly he jumped up again and screamed, +"They are lions, Elsie! they are not sheep. Lions +and tigers and wolves! Run, Elsie, run, faster! +Come, come, come!" He caught hold of her, and +bounded off the bed, dragging her with him on +to the bare hard boards, where he pulled and +tore at her with such a strength that Elsie could not +free herself from him for many minutes. When she +did, he flew across the room, coming with a +terrible crash against the wall, and sinking in a +heap on the floor.</p> + +<p>Elsie groped her way after him to pick him +up, but she could not move him. He lay there +like a weight of lead. She knocked furiously at the +wall.</p> + +<p>Presently the door opened, and the girl came in. +"I can't think what's the matter with Duncan," +Elsie cried, in an agonised voice. "He's been going +on dreadfully. I think he keeps on having nightmares. +He says there are lions and tigers, and +men with knives, and now he's jumped out of bed +and hurt himself. Oh! whatever shall I do with +him?"</p> + +<p>The girl struck a match and bent over the child; +then she went and fetched a scrap of candle +from her own garret. She lifted him up carefully, +and put him back on the bed, then took water, and +poured it on his face. Elsie stood by quite helpless, +watching her. After a long time he began to make +a little moaning noise, but his eyes did not open, +and he lay perfectly still.</p> + +<p>"Has he hurt himself much?" Elsie asked.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196"></a>[Pg 196]</span> +"I don't know, but I think it's more the fever +than the hurt," the girl replied. "Poor little lad! +he ought to be with his mother. He wants a lot o' +care and nursing."</p> + +<p>"Is he very ill?" Elsie asked.</p> + +<p>"I should just say he was. I had the fever +when I was a bit bigger than you, and my head +wandered. They said I chattered and screamed, +and had to be held down in the bed. I should +have died for certain if I hadn't been taken to the +hospital, for I was awful bad; and so's he. Can't +you see he is?"</p> + +<p>Elsie began to cry and to tremble. "They must +take him to the hospital," she cried. "They shall! +I'll make them! If only Duncan was back home +now, I wouldn't mind anything."</p> + +<p>"You was a stupid to run away if you'd got a +good home," the girl said. "Catch Meg running +away from any one who was good to her! They +think her an idiot, but she's not quite so stupid as +<i>that</i>."</p> + +<p>Elsie was beginning to think very much the +same thing. Her trouble had completely driven +from her mind the high hopes of future grandeur +with which she had started. They scarcely even +came into her head, and when they did for a +moment pass through her brain, everything seemed +so altered, that there was little comfort or attraction +in the thought.</p> + +<p>If she had known, she told herself again and +again, she never would have done it. To-night she +could not help admitting to herself that she would +give anything to be back in her old home, with +Duncan hearty and well, and all the old grievances +about Robbie, and the fetching and carrying, and +what not, into the bargain. How trifling and insignificant +they seemed in comparison with her +present troubles!</p> + +<p>Suppose he should die for want of attention and +comfort! That dreadful "fairy mother," as she called +herself, would do very little for him. She did not +care. She had pretended to be kind, and sweet, +and good when any one was near at hand to see +her, but when they had been alone in the train +she had taken no notice of Duncan, except to scold +him, and tell him he was shamming. This new +mother was a poor substitute for the old one, who +had nursed any of them day and night when they +had been ill, with gentle, untiring care, although +she was strict, and would, have them do all sorts of +things that Elsie did not like when they were strong +and well.</p> + +<p>The girl Meg stayed with them for some time +longer; but Duncan seemed to lie so quietly, +that after a while she said she would go back, if +Elsie didn't feel so timid now. The little fellow +seemed better, and she did not think he would +make any more disturbance that night. The poor +creature was tired out with a hard day's work, and +could ill spare her rest. She was ignorant, too, +and did not know that this quiet that had fallen +upon the child was not the healthful peace leading +to recovery, but only the exhaustion after the +terrible frenzy the poor little disordered brain had +passed through.</p> + +<p>Still it was a merciful peace, for Elsie's fears +grew fainter as he lay there so quietly, and at +last she fell asleep, thinking that he too was +sleeping.</p> + +<p>She was awakened by Meg's presence. There +was a glimmering of light in the room, but so little +of it that she was astonished to find how late it +was—past seven o'clock.</p> + +<p>"I don't so very well like the look o' the bairn," +she said, surveying him carefully. "It strikes me +you won't find it an easy matter to get him dressed. +Here, Duncan, are you ready for something to eat +now?" she cried, bending over him, and raising +her voice.</p> + +<p>But the child did not answer. He lay there as +motionless as though he had been carved out of +stone, scarcely moving an eyelid at the sound of +Meg's words.</p> + +<p>Elsie jumped up, and began dressing herself +quickly.</p> + +<p>"I'll go myself and tell them how ill he +is," she said, "and ask them to send him to the +hospital where they cured you, and I'll go with +him."</p> + +<p>Meg said nothing, but she knew very well that +this last, at any rate, was quite out of the question.</p> + +<p>"You'd better go straight down into the shop if +you want to speak to the master," she said, as she +left the room.</p> + +<p>Elsie found her way down the long flights of +dark stairs as soon as she was dressed. She +pushed open the door leading into the shop, and +went in boldly. The man who had received them +the night before was busily sorting over heaps +of papers, but no one else was near. Elsie went +up to him.</p> + +<p>"Donald's ill; he's got the fever, and he +must go to the hospital," she said, in a voice of +decision.</p> + +<p>"Ha!" said the man, not looking up from his +work. "I thought he didn't seem quite the thing. +Your mother'll be round by-and-by, and then you +can tell her about it."</p> + +<p>It was not said unkindly, but the complete +indifference angered Elsie, who was burning with +impatience for something to be done very quickly.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197"></a>[Pg 197]</span>"She's not my mother," Elsie said, sharply, "and +she is not kind to Duncan. We can't wait; we +must go to the hospital directly. Meg 'll show me +the way, and then I'll tell the people how bad +he is."</p> + +<p>"What does Meg know about it?" the man +asked, looking into Elsie's face with a searching +glance.</p> + +<p>Elsie was sharp enough. "He was very bad +in the night, thinking there were bad men and +beasts in the room after him, and he jumped +out of bed and hurt himself. When I banged +the wall, Meg came, and picked him up and put +him into bed. She said he'd got the fever like +she had when she went to the hospital."</p> + +<p>The man called out, "Meg, come you here!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 533px;"> +<img src="images/i012.jpg" width="533" height="600" alt="Illustration: "'WHAT DID SHE SAY?' THE MAN ASKED SHARPLY."" title="Illustration: "'WHAT DID SHE SAY?' THE MAN ASKED SHARPLY."" /> +<span class="smcap">"'what did she say?' the man asked sharply."</span> +</div> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XIV.—A FAIRY TRICK.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap014"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span> +girl came shuffling along with a look +of mingled stupidity and terror on her face. +It was scarcely the same one that had bent +over the fevered child.</p> + +<p>"This girl called you in the night. What did +she want you for? Now tell me at once," he said, +in a stern voice.</p> + +<p>Meg looked all round her in a blank, stupid sort +of way, letting her eyes travel over Elsie's face in +their wandering.</p> + +<p>"What did she say?" the man asked, sharply.</p> + +<p>Elsie was in dreadful fear. She had not dared +to look at Meg, and let her know that she had said +nothing that could harm her.</p> + +<p>And so she waited, with a rapidly-beating heart.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198"></a>[Pg 198]</span> +"She called me to pick up the boy. He'd fallen +on the floor, and he was wandering in his head like. +She asked me who'd look after him, and I said +he'd have to go to a hospital—leastways, that was +where they took me when I was bad. She asked +me a lot o' questions, she did: what sort of a place +this was, and where her mother had gone. I did +say there was lodgers in the house," she said, +beginning to whimper like a terrified child.</p> + +<p>"Stop that, you dolt!" the man cried. "Her +mother'll be round presently, and you'd better not +let her know you've been interfering. You were +told to keep the door locked until the morning, and +yet you walk in in the night."</p> + +<p>"She made such a noise banging and kicking, +I thought she'd wake up the other people," Meg +said, casting a scowling glance at Elsie, which +Elsie quite believed was put on to deceive her +master, just in the same way as Meg had, she supposed, +put on an appearance of terror, under which +she had hidden all that was really important most +cleverly.</p> + +<p>Meg was then allowed to make good her retreat, +and Elsie was taken by the man into a little room, +where a tin coffee-pot and a loaf and butter were +put ready.</p> + +<p>She was glad to eat heartily, for she was famishing +with hunger. She devoured as hastily as she +could several thick slices of bread-and-butter, and +then asked what she had better take to Duncan, +since no one seemed to be troubling their heads +about him.</p> + +<p>"A drop of hot coffee," the man said, unconcernedly. +"If he can't eat bread-and-butter he +don't want anything."</p> + +<p>"He didn't have a bit scarcely all yesterday, +and he'd had next to nothing for three days before +that," Elsie said indignantly. "Perhaps he'd eat +some bread and milk if I could get it for him. I'd +soon do it if I might go in the kitchen."</p> + +<p>At this moment a customer began to rap on the +counter, and the master of the shop hastily jumped +up and went away. Elsie stood waiting impatiently, +but as he did not return, she took up the milk-jug, +and emptied its contents, about a table-spoonful +of bluey-white milk, into the cup she had used.</p> + +<p>Duncan was still lying motionless, with closed +eyes, when she re-entered the attic. He took no +notice when she spoke, so she lifted his head up, +and put the cup to his lips. With great difficulty +she succeeded in making him swallow a few drops at +a time. The raging thirst that had consumed him +in the night had passed away. He had got beyond +that. While she was still holding his head on her +arm, the door opened, and Mrs. Donaldson, as she +had told Elsie to call her, put her head inside.</p> + +<p>"They tell me Donald is very ill this morning," +she said, in her sweetest tones. "Poor little fellow! +what is the matter with him?"</p> + +<p>"Meg says it's the fever, like she had when she +was little," Elsie answered.</p> + +<p>"Fever!" Mrs. Donaldson echoed in alarm. +"Tell me quickly, is he red all over?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no! he's quite white, except just a patch on +his cheeks," Elsie replied.</p> + +<p>"How dare that stupid idiot frighten me like +that?" Mrs. Donaldson cried, angrily. "He's got +no fever, only a feverish cold through being out on +that moor too long."</p> + +<p>"He was wet through, and had to sleep in his +wet things. He hadn't anything dry except that +canvas jacket Mrs. Ferguson gave him," Elsie cried, +remorsefully. "I was wet too, but my things +seemed to dry quicker. Do you think that's what +made him ill?"</p> + +<p>"Of course it is," Mrs. Donaldson replied. "And +there's no one here to see to him, poor child! He +wants a good hot bath, and wrapping up in blankets, +but we can't get it here, nor at an hotel."</p> + +<p>"Meg says they'd take care of him at the +hospital," Elsie eagerly interposed. "Please let +us go there."</p> + +<p>"You can't go," Mrs. Donaldson began; but +Elsie interrupted her. "I must go," she said, +promptly. "I can't leave Duncan. I wouldn't +do that for anybody. It's through me that he's ill, +and I won't go away from him."</p> + +<p>"Then you wouldn't like to come to London +with me?" Mrs. Donaldson said, in her most +fascinating manner.</p> + +<p>"Not without Donald, thank you, ma'am," Elsie +replied at once.</p> + +<p>"I thought you wanted to find your father," Mrs. +Donaldson said, kindly; "and Donald should come +as soon as he is well. For the matter of that, I +would come myself, or send Uncle William to fetch +him."</p> + +<p>"I couldn't go without him," Elsie doggedly +persisted.</p> + +<p>Then Mrs. Donaldson grew impatient; her +voice was no longer sweet and persuasive. "I will +do nothing more for you," she said, angrily. "You +can give me back the things I brought you, and I +will leave you to die of hunger and cold, as you +would have done before this but for me. Get that +child's things on, and you shall go at once to the +hospital, and see what they will do for you."</p> + +<p>Elsie did not mind at all about the ungraciousness +of the consent, so long as she had won her purpose.</p> + +<p>The prospect of getting to London even was +nothing in comparison to the hope of seeing Duncan +nursed and tended back to health. She would +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199"></a>[Pg 199]</span> +cheerfully have given up the frock and hat that +had so pleased her; but this, it seemed, was only a +threat, for Mrs. Donaldson said no more about it, +but went away, and sent Meg to help put on +Duncan's things.</p> + +<p>"He ain't fit to be dressed, and that's the truth," +Meg said compassionately, as she used her utmost +exertions to put the poor child's clothes on without +hurting him. "They'd better have rolled him in a +shawl."</p> + +<p>"He'll be all right when we get there," Elsie +said, with a sigh of relief. "I hope it won't be far. +Do you think they're sure to cure him, Meg?"</p> + +<p>"If it's to be done, they'll do it," Meg returned, +confidently.</p> + +<p>At last the poor little fellow was dressed, and +Meg, taking him up in her strong arms, carried him +downstairs, Elsie following. They found Mrs. +Donaldson talking rapidly to the man in the shop. +Both stopped short when Meg and Elsie entered, +and Mrs. Donaldson beckoned Meg to follow her +into the room behind, where she talked for some +minutes in low tones to the girl, who presently +propped Duncan up in a chair, and called Elsie +to hold him there while she went and fetched her +hat and tidied herself up.</p> + +<p>Soon after a fly drove up to the door, into which, +by Mrs. Donaldson's directions, Meg carried +Duncan, Mrs. Donaldson and Elsie following. +The next minute they drove off, but slowly, on +Duncan's account.</p> + +<p>As they went along Mrs. Donaldson gave Meg +many directions. "You must say the child is +homeless," she said kindly, "and wait till you have +heard what the doctor says. I dare not take him +in myself; I cannot spare the time. If they will +not let Effie stay, take her back with you, and let +her go every day to see him. Be sure to tell +Andrew to write and let me know how he gets on."</p> + +<p>All these things Meg promised, and Elsie began +to think that, after all, she had thought too badly +of the "fairy mother." Perhaps Meg had herself +made up the tale she had told about Lucy Murdoch, +and was not to be trusted. When once they were +in the hospital, Elsie had made up her mind that +she would tell the people there the whole truth, +and beg them to write to Mrs. MacDougall. Perhaps +she would come to Edinburgh and fetch them +home. That would be the end of all their troubles. +How glad she would be to come to the end of +them, even though it meant going back to the +old quiet hum-drum life. After all, Duncan had +been really the wiser when he wanted her to +write to their father instead of going to find him. +She wished now she had done it.</p> + +<p>While she was thinking of all this the carriage +stopped in a busy street. "Effie and I will go first," +Mrs. Donaldson said to Meg. "I will just speak +to the man, and when Effie comes to you, get out +and carry Donald into the hospital."</p> + +<p>"You will ask them to let me in, won't you?" +Elsie asked, earnestly.</p> + +<p>"I will ask, but I don't know whether they will," +Mrs. Donaldson replied, kindly. "Follow me, +Effie."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Donaldson went quickly down a narrow +covered way, which Elsie, supposed led to the +hospital. She had no idea what sort of a place +it was, and everything here was bewilderingly +new and strange to her. Meg had told her that +there was a great bare room, where people +waited their turn. Into such a room they seemed +to have passed. There were several people running +about, the friends, Elsie supposed, of those +who were ill. "They are just going to shut the +doors. Look how every one is running!" Mrs. +Donaldson hurriedly exclaimed. "We shall be too +late. Come, Effie."</p> + +<p>She took Elsie's hand, and ran hastily across the +great room. In a moment, before Elsie knew what +was being done, a gentleman had seized her other +hand, dragged her across a short space among a +heap of people, thrust her into a carriage just as a +whistle sounded, the door was banged to, and the +train—for Elsie knew directly that she was in one—began +to move off. She flew to the door directly +they released their hold of her, but immediately +two strong arms forced her back and a soft gloved +hand was held over her mouth.</p> + +<p>"That was a near shave," the gentleman said +when they had passed out of the station.</p> + +<p>"And would have been worse than useless if I +had not engaged a carriage to ourselves," Mrs. +Donaldson replied, setting herself back comfortably. +"Now, my dear, you may scream or knock +at the door as much as you like," she said smilingly; +"not a soul will hear you. To-night you will be +in London!"</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XV.—A MYSTERIOUS MATTER.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap018"><span class="dropcap">E</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">lsie</span> was beside herself with rage. She had +not naturally a very even temper, but never +in her life had she felt in such a passion. +Directly her two companions loosed their +hold upon her she jumped up, and struck the +door of the carriage, screaming loudly, "Let me +out! let me out!" She caught hold of the wooden +framework, and shook it till it rattled again, while +Mrs. Donaldson, well knowing it was locked, sat +calmly smiling at her impotent wrath.</p> + +<p>Then the child turned furiously upon her tormentors. +Her passion knew no bounds; she felt as +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200"></a>[Pg 200]</span> +if she could have torn that wicked "fairy mother" to +pieces. It was such a fit of passionate rage as +blinds reason and takes away the power of thinking—such +a mad, ungovernable fury as would have +led an older stronger person to some desperate +deed.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i019.jpg" width="600" height="411" alt="Illustration: 'SHE ... STRUCK THE DOOR OF THE CARRIAGE'" title="Illustration: 'SHE ... STRUCK THE DOOR OF THE CARRIAGE'" /> +<span class="smcap">"she ... struck the door of the carriage"</span> (<a href="#Page_199"><i>p</i>. 199</a>) +</div> + +<p>Elsie caught hold of Mrs. Donaldson's arm, and +screamed at her. "You bad, wicked thing! let me +out! I'll kick you! I'll bite you if you don't! Let +me go to Duncan, I tell you, you wicked creature! +I'll get out of the window!" and Elsie flew at it, +and began tugging away at the strap.</p> + +<p>The gentleman took her up in his arms and +flung her down on the seat, where Elsie lay screaming +and sobbing, and beating the cushions with +her hands, grinding her teeth, and flinging herself +about like a mad thing.</p> + +<p>They let her go on as she would for a time. +After a while the gentleman bent over her, and, +catching hold of her wrists with the firm grasp of +his powerful hands, made her sit upright. "Listen," +he said, putting his head close to her face, and +looking so ugly and evil that Elsie felt as if she +could have struck him; "we have had enough of +this. If you are wise you will behave properly, +then no harm will come to you. If you make a +disturbance, you will bring down upon yourself a +fate that you will not like."</p> + +<p>It was not so much the words themselves as the +menacing way they were hissed in the child's ear +that made them so terrible.</p> + +<p>But Elsie was not then thinking of herself, and +no threat against her took any hold upon her mind. +She returned him a sulky glance of defiance, which +made him scowl.</p> + +<p>Then Mrs. Donaldson came and sat on the other +side of Elsie, and began speaking.</p> + +<p>"So long as you do what we bid you, your +brother is safe," she said, in a voice of quiet decision. +"He is quite at our mercy, and will be +well cared for, if you are good. Any naughtiness +on your part will only injure him. The moment +you misbehave he will be turned into the streets, to +find his way home as best he can. He will be +brought to you in a week if you have not been the +cause of his being lost in the meantime."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe you," Elsie said sulkily; "you +are too far from Duncan to hurt him."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Donaldson smiled. "You can do just as +you like," she said. "I only warn you. Duncan +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201"></a>[Pg 201]</span> +is in the hands of my people. I can send them a +message all the way from London in five minutes, +and before you know anything about it they will +have done with Duncan whatever I tell them. You +forget that I am the 'fairy mother.'"</p> + +<p>Then flashed through Elsie's mind something +she had heard her mother and granny talking +about, which granny would not believe. It was +about a wire which took messages all over the +world as quickly as you could write them. Her +mother had tried to explain it, but granny declared +it sounded like some wicked thing done by evil +spirits, and she wasn't going to believe it. Elsie +was inclined to feel very much like poor old +granny, who thought the world was turning topsy-turvy +since her young days. But although she +could not understand it, Elsie had a dim uneasy +feeling that there was too much likelihood of Mrs. +Donaldson's words being true ones for her to disregard +them.</p> + +<p>She could think of nothing else now but Duncan. +If any one hurt him, whatever should she do? If +only they gave her Duncan back again it seemed +as if no trouble would be great.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Donaldson's words had brought Elsie to a +more reasoning frame of mind. "I will do everything, +if you promise me you will fetch Duncan or +take me back to him," she said eagerly. "You +will take care of him, won't you?" she cried entreatingly. +"Promise me nothing bad shall happen to +him. You will send a message about what they +are to do to him, won't you? but oh! I do wish +you would let me go back to him before a week. +He will be so frightened and lonely, and perhaps +he will call me like he did in the night when he +was frightened; and he's never been with strange +folk before. He's real timid, too, when people are +bad to him, and dursn't say a word, only he's +scared like all the time." Elsie could not help +crying at the thought of poor Duncan's terror in +Sandy Ferguson's cottage, and the way he had +hidden it till they were away out of hearing.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Donaldson turned away her head uneasily. +Something in Elsie's love for her brother had +touched a tender chord. It reminded her of a +little brother she had loved, and who had died. +She had been a different creature in those days, +and perhaps for a moment she wished that she +were a child again, with the innocent love for her +little brother to draw her away from a bad, wicked +life. Perhaps the recollection of him made her think +for a moment of the life beyond the grave, in which +he was peacefully living, but which could only be a +terror for her.</p> + +<p>But an angry glance from her companion dispelled +the passing softness. "You shall both be +safe so long as you obey me," she said. "Duncan, +I will tell you now, is safe in the hospital. At a +word from me Meg will fetch him away. At +present he is well tended, with kind doctors and +nurses to give him everything he wants, and he +will soon be well, for it is only a bad cold he has +taken."</p> + +<p>Elsie sank back with a sigh of relief. She +pictured poor little Duncan lying on a soft white +bed, with kind people bending over him, as Mrs. +MacDougall had done when she was sick. It +brought a great feeling of peace to her mind. She +would do anything they wished her, to be sure that +Duncan was safe. The only thing that troubled +her now was whether Mrs. Donaldson had spoken +truly; for children are quick to find out who may +be trusted, and Elsie had no faith in either of these +two people.</p> + +<p>Elsie believed herself that Meg would take +Duncan if it depended at all upon her, for although +her behaviour had been strange, Elsie could not +forget her kindness in the night, when there had +been no one near. Nothing would ever make +Elsie think that it was not true and genuine. It +was, indeed, her faith in Meg's goodness that +was her one consolation. She clung to that much +more than to all Mrs. Donaldson's statements.</p> + +<p>Presently the train stopped. "Uncle William" +came, and sat very close to Elsie on one side, +Mrs. Donaldson on the other, and each took one +of her hands with an appearance of great affection. +Elsie sat perfectly still. She had no intention +of making any more disturbance. If Duncan's +safety depended on her being quiet, no mouse +should be more quiet than she was.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Donaldson seemed pleased. "I see you +are a sensible little girl," she said. "Now, you +must mind what I tell you. Remember, I shall +not tell you when I send the message, but directly +you are troublesome it will go. I may not tell +you till the week is gone; but you may feel quite +sure that it will not be sent unless you disobey +or are naughty. Do you quite understand?"</p> + +<p>Elsie replied that she did, and Mrs. Donaldson +continued—</p> + +<p>"Do not mention Duncan again, not even to +me when I am quite alone. He is always Donald."</p> + +<p>"I will not forget," Elsie replied.</p> + +<p>"And you will have no Uncle William when you +get to London. This gentleman is your Grandpapa +Donaldson. Now, I have seen that you are clever +enough when you choose. Do not forget."</p> + +<p>The train had again started on its way, and was +rushing along at a tremendous rate, being an express. +Mrs. Donaldson had got Elsie's hand in +hers, and had kept the child's attention fixed upon +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202"></a>[Pg 202]</span> +herself. The gentleman was now seated in another +corner. When Elsie next turned her head towards +him, he had utterly changed. In the place of a +dark-looking man with a small moustache was an +elderly gentleman, with a face quite bare, except +for some small grey whiskers and a bald head. +He was lounging back most unconcernedly in the +carriage, looking through his spectacles at the +objects so swiftly flying past them.</p> + +<p>Elsie uttered an exclamation of wonder. "A real +fairy has been at work, you see, Effie," Mrs. +Donaldson said laughingly.</p> + +<p>"Hey, what, my dear?" the old gentleman said, +bending over as if a little deaf. "Did you speak?"</p> + +<p>"Effie wants to know where her uncle William +has gone," Mrs. Donaldson shouted.</p> + +<p>"Uncle William? what, has she got an uncle +William, Mary? Who is he? Here Effie, my dear, +will you have a bun?"</p> + +<p>Elsie went over to him in a state of the most +complete bewilderment, and took from him the +tempting bun that he held out to her. As she did +so she had a good look at him. Certainly it was +not the same person who had called himself Uncle +William.</p> + +<p>His face was quite changed. In place of the +black hair was a small fringe of iron grey locks. +This man was years older. His very coat was a +different colour.</p> + +<p>"Won't you give grandpapa a kiss for that nice +bun?" the old gentleman said in a quavering old +voice. Elsie went timidly, and gave him a small +hasty kiss on the cheek.</p> + +<p>He caught hold of her, and made her do it over +again. "What, you puss!" he cried, "are you +frightened of grandpapa, who gives you all the +nice things? Dip your hand in my bag, and take +out what you like."</p> + +<p>He opened a small black valise, and disclosed +delicious fruits and cake. Elsie drew forth a large +mellow pear. "If Duncan could have it," she +thought as she bit a juicy mouthful.</p> + +<p>"Do you like grandpapa better than Uncle +William?" Mrs. Donaldson whispered in her ear.</p> + +<p>"I do not know," Elsie answered; "but I +couldn't dislike him any more," she added, with a +little shudder.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Donaldson laughed most good-humouredly. +"Then you must like him better," she said, "and +that is a good thing. Grandpapas are always kind, +you know. Go and talk to yours, but you must +speak loud, because he is getting a little deaf."</p> + +<p>Elsie obeyed. The old gentleman looked round, +and smiled. It was a very gracious smile, but +somehow not one that Elsie liked. "That's right, +come and talk to grandpapa," he said. "Can you +read nicely? Here is a pretty book with pictures, +out of a fairy pocket grandpapa keeps for his +children." As he spoke he drew out a book in most +brilliant binding of scarlet and gold. It was full +of pictures, and altogether charming. Elsie grew +more and more bewildered.</p> + +<p>What had become of that dreadful man who had +hissed his threats in her ear? He had quite vanished; +there was no doubt about that. No one +could be more different than this mild old man, +who kept on saying kind things in his cracked +voice. Elsie, watching him very narrowly, thought +she saw something that reminded her of the Uncle +William who had so mysteriously disappeared, and +wondered whether this might be really his father. +Yet that did not make his presence there any the +less mysterious.</p> + +<p>One effect this incident had on Elsie's mind was +to make her stand more than ever in awe of her +strange companions. She could not get rid of a +half belief that they could do really whatever they +liked with both her and Duncan. Although she had +not any real faith in their goodness, she had certainly +a great dread of their strange power.</p> + +<p>The journey was a long one, with few stoppages. +The train flew on at a frightful pace through the +hill country, where from the windows could be seen +the bare bleak peaks of Cumberland, varied with +nearer slopes of soft green grass and verdant +valleys. On, on through the great grimy towns of +the manufacturing counties; on and on through +dark tunnels, swinging round curves, over rivers, +skirting woods, still rushing on, with an occasional +shriek and scream, as of relentless fury; still on +and on, long after the day had closed and the stars +had begun to twinkle in the sky, till at last the +great goal of London was reached.</p> + +<p>There is now a gathering together of parcels and +packages. The old gentleman, Grandpapa Donaldson, +sets them down on the seat, and fumbles at +the door. "Why doesn't that idiot unlock it?" he +mutters, in a tone that brings strangely to mind the +adventure on the lonely road where she first saw the +"fairy mother."</p> + +<p>"Don't be impatient, father," Mrs. Donaldson +exclaims in a wavering voice; and Elsie, looking +up at her, sees that her face is pale and her lips +tightly set.</p> + +<p>She draws a long black veil over her face as +she stands waiting. Presently a porter comes. +The door is opened. Two men spring into the +carriage, and close the door after them.</p> + +<p>"The game is up! you are my prisoners!" falls +in dreadful tones on poor Elsie's frightened ears.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>To be continued.</i>)</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203"></a>[Pg 203]</span></p> + +<h2><a name="How_To_Make_Pretty_Picture_Frames" id="How_To_Make_Pretty_Picture_Frames"></a>HOW TO MAKE PRETTY PICTURE-FRAMES.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap027"><span class="dropcap">"Y</span></span><span class="smcap">our</span> room looks so pretty, Nellie," +sighed my cousin Bella; "you +should just see mine at home; it's +as bare as a barrack."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you improve it, +then?" was my practical rejoinder.</p> + +<p>"Why, it costs such a lot," answered +Bella.</p> + +<p>"My decorations are very inexpensive, +I assure you," said I. +"Now these frames, for instance——"</p> + +<p>"Oh, they are sweet! they are really," interrupted +my cousin.</p> + +<p>"Cost next to nothing," I continued. "Shall we +make a pair for you to take home? That would +be something to start with, at any rate."</p> + +<p>Bella was delighted at the idea, which we forthwith +carried out; and now for the benefit of little +folk, who may like to know how to make something +pretty for their rooms, at a small cost, I will +proceed to relate what these said frames were +made of, and how we made them.</p> + +<p>First of all, we got a good stock of materials, +such as small fir-cones, oak-balls, tiny pieces of +bark, beech-nuts, bits of silvery lichen stolen from +the trunks of trees, the little crinkly black cones of +the alder, in fact everything of the kind that we +could pick up in our rambles about the lanes and +woods.</p> + +<p>Bella called our gleanings, "the harvest of a +roving eye;" and children who live in the country +will have no difficulty in gathering in such a +harvest, as will suffice for the making of dozens +of frames. Of course, autumn is the best time to +get them.</p> + +<p>The next thing was to decide upon the pictures, +for it is always better to make your frame to fit +your picture, than to be obliged to hunt for a picture +the right size for your frame. Christmas-cards +do very nicely; those with a light ground look the +best, as the frames are dark. I happened to have +two of those fancy heads that are seen in picture-shop +windows nowadays (cabinet size).</p> + +<p>For these, I first cut out a paper pattern of the +frame, an oval about 8½ inches long, and 6¾ inches +broad; then I drew a line inside the oval, about +1¾ inches from the edge, and cut the middle out. +When I had succeeded to my satisfaction in +making a correct pattern, I laid it on a sheet of +thin millboard, traced the outline inside and outside +the oval with a pencil, and cut it out. Of course, +when once you have the pattern in cardboard, it +is very easy to cut any number of frames, but it +is always a little difficult to get a perfect oval just +the exact size for your picture.</p> + +<p>My cousin and I then bound both edges with +strips of old black stuff, about an inch wide, cut +on the cross. I then rushed for the glue-pot, and +let me here remark that <i>very strong</i> glue is an +absolute necessity, or the cones will continually +drop off.</p> + +<p>We began to stick on the cones, &c., as fast as +we could, while the glue was hot, and for this part +of the work I can give no special directions.</p> + +<p>All that is wanted is a little taste and dexterity, +for of course you must try to avoid making your +frames look stiff. Begin at the top of the frame, +and make it higher and more imposing than the +sides; put first a fir-cone, and then a couple of +beech-nuts, and then an oak-ball, or a piece of +lichen, and so on.</p> + +<p>Cones which are too large and heavy for these +small frames are very useful to pull to pieces, to +stop gaps with, for no bare places should be left; +and the black alder-cones are capital little fellows +to stick in here and there, for you will nearly always +pick them up two or three together on a tiny sort +of black branch, which will fit in nicely between the +other cones. With anything round like oak-apples, +it is a good plan to slice off a piece and to glue the +flat side to the cardboard.</p> + +<p>When we had finished sticking on the cones, we +left the frames to get dry and firm, and the following +day we finished them; and this is the way it +should be done.</p> + +<p>Put the frame on an old cushion, or something +soft, cone side downwards. If you decide to have +a glass over your picture, you must get a piece +beforehand at a glazier's, about the same size as +the picture. Rub if bright with a leather, put a +small dab of glue in each corner, and place it in the +frame.</p> + +<p>But before you do this, you should slip a narrow +strip of ribbon through a small ring—like those +which umbrellas are fastened with—and glue the +ends on to the millboard, in the centre.</p> + +<p>This is, of course, to hang your picture up by.</p> + +<p>Now put your picture face downwards on to the +glass, and be careful to see that you have it straight. +Then glue a small strip of paper across each +corner to keep it in position.</p> + +<p>The last thing to be done is to gum a piece of paper +all over the back; and this makes a neat finish to +your frame. You must leave it for a few hours to +get thoroughly well stuck, and then it is quite ready +to be hung up.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Sheila.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204"></a>[Pg 204]</span></p> + +<div class="block width350"> + +<h2><a name="His_First_Sketch" id="His_First_Sketch"></a>HIS FIRST SKETCH.</h2> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 46px; height: 70px;"> +<img src="images/i030.jpg" width="46" height="70" alt="B" title="B" /></div> +<p><span class="smcap">eneath</span> a cottage window,<br /> +<span class="two">Upon a summer day,</span><br /> +Two little ones are whiling<br /> +<span class="two">The sunny hours away.</span><br /> +<br /> +A portrait of his sister<br /> +<span class="two">The boy draws on the wall;</span><br /> +The little maid remonstrates,<br /> +<span class="two">She likes it not at all.</span><br /> +<br /> +At first she sits there pouting—<br /> +<span class="two">A tear is in her eye;</span><br /> +But peals of merry laughter<br /> +<span class="two">Burst from her by-and-by.</span><br /> +<br /> +What cares the budding artist?<br /> +<span class="two">He plies his brush with zest;</span><br /> +He is in downright earnest,<br /> +<span class="two">Though she is but in jest.</span><br /> +<br /> +Art-fire is in his spirit,<br /> +<span class="two">For Nature lit the flame;</span><br /> +The first step he has taken<br /> +<span class="two">Upon the road to fame.</span><br /> +<br /> +In childhood's early morning,<br /> +<span class="two">Ere opened yet the flower,</span><br /> +Within his soul is dawning<br /> +<span class="two">The future artist's power!</span><br /> +</p> +<p class="right smcap">Astley H. Baldwin.</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="Some_Famous_Railway_Trains_And_Their_Story" id="Some_Famous_Railway_Trains_And_Their_Story"></a>SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.</h2> + +<h4><i>By</i> Henry Frith.</h4> + +<h4>III.—THE "FLYING SCOTCHMAN."</h4> + +<div class="wrap_area"> + +<img src="images/i033.jpg" alt="O" width="181" height="350"/> + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 165px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 155px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 150px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 145px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 140px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 135px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 130px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 125px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 120px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 115px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 110px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p> +<br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">ne</span> minute, sir; just let my +mate brush up the dust a +bit, and sprinkle a drop o' +water on the foot-plate, and +we'll be all right and comfortable."</p> + +<p>So said an engine-driver on +one occasion to the writer, +and we are reminded of it +when we step up to the "eight-foot" +engine which is to carry +us from King's Cross Station to York. +To pull the fastest train in Great +Britain, or indeed in the world, for +one hundred and eighty-eight miles, +at more than forty-eight miles an +hour, is first-rate running. "Scotchmen" +run also from the Midland Station at St. +Pancras, and from Euston, but the quickest one is +that on the Great Northern, and it is also the most +punctual.</p> + +<p>Now, what do you say to a journey of one +hundred and five miles, to Grantham? We will +leave King's Cross, if you please, at ten in the +morning—a nice comfortable time. We have had +our breakfast, and the engine has had its meal of +coal and plenty of water. It will want something, +for it will travel fast.</p> + +<p>Here we are puffing up the incline, between the +walls, and through the little tunnels which abound +near London, on our way to Barnet. We could +tell tales of Barnet, had we time. We could give +you a long—perhaps much too long—description +of the place near which the Yorkists and Lancastrians +contended on that fatal fifth of April, when +the Great Warwick was slain and Edward made +king.</p> + +<p>But our engine-driver does not care for history +much. He would rather tell us of his terrible +winter journey a few years ago (in 1880), when he +had to keep time, and <i>did</i> keep time, through snow +and wind, the bitter blast making icicles on the +engine out of steam, and hanging inches long from +the carriage roofs.</p> + +<p>Now our "Flying Scotchman" runs through +Peterborough—the Proud, as it was once called, +when its monastery flourished, and where is now +the splendid cathedral on which the Ironsides of +Cromwell laid such hard hands. Shame upon +them who destroyed the beautiful chapter-house +and cloisters! Perhaps you do not associate your +history at your school with the actual places you +see, young readers, but a little time bestowed upon +the history of the places you pass in a holiday trip +will very greatly assist you in gaining a good knowledge +of the past.</p> + +</div> + +<p>Look at Peterborough. Here lies Queen +Katherine, and here lay Mary, Queen of Scots, for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205"></a>[Pg 205]</span> +you a long—perhaps much too long—description +a while, till James buried her in Westminster; and +Scarlett, the sexton, who buried both queens, lies in +the nave. But we cannot pause at Peterborough, +though we should like to do so, for our iron steed +is steaming along, and our driver is thinking of +the ice and snow which he had to contend +against. The Midland line runs overhead near +here, and after a rapid run we pull up at Grantham.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 440px;"> +<img src="images/i035.jpg" width="440" height="600" alt="Illustration: "HIS FIRST SKETCH."" title="Illustration: "HIS FIRST SKETCH."" /> +</div><p class="center">"<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: HIS FIRST SKETCH." with no opening quotation marks"><span class="smcap">his first sketch</span></ins>." (<i>See</i> <a href="#Page_204"><i>p</i>. 204</a>.)" +</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206"></a>[Pg 206]</span>During our stay we hear a little tale from our +"fireman," who remembers on one of his trips an +engine getting loose in front of the up express, and +how he and another man got on a fresh engine, +and ran after it on the other line. Oh, what a +chase they had after the runaway! and at last they +caught it in time to prevent a serious accident. It +was a brave, but rash act, to set off after a "mad" +engine, which had run away, no one knew how, +out of the siding on to the main line.</p> + +<p>From Grantham to Doncaster the railway opens +up so many memories. We pass Newark, near +which the ruins of the old castle may be seen. +King John died here; Cardinal Wolsey lodged here, +and James I. also stayed within its walls; the +whole place teems with memories of Charles and +his Parliamentary foes. We pass on near Sherwood +Forest, where Robin Hood and his merry +men lived, and fought, and stole the king's deer; +and then past Doncaster, where the engines and +carriages of the Great Northern Railway, which +ends near here, are made and repaired.</p> + +<p>Doncaster was a very important place in olden +times, and a whole volume of adventures might be +written concerning the personages who visited it.</p> + +<p>While we are talking, the "Flying Scotchman," +the quickest of all the Scotch trains, goes tearing +along to York. We have heard of Dick Turpin's +celebrated ride to York on his bonnie "Black +Bess," but we have a finer horse—a green-painted +steed—to ride on. In the "good old times" +which we read about so much it took four days to +get to York, sleeping on the road; now our trains +run the distance in less than four hours! Coaching +is very pleasant as an amusement, but for +business we must have our Iron Horse.</p> + +<p>We can lunch at York. Our train waits for no +one, but if we like we can eat our sandwich on the +platform, and look over old York city, with its +dear old Minster, its river, its red-roofed houses; +and if we close our eyes for a few minutes, our +mental vision will show us many stirring scenes +here.</p> + +<p>We can imagine the Scots hovering around old +York, assisted by the Britons, attacking the gouty +Emperor Severus, who afterwards built one of the +great walls across Britain to supplement Hadrian's +rampart from the Solway to the "Wall's End"—a +name now "familiar in our mouths as household" +coals. Do you remember what the old worn-out +Roman Emperor said at York when he was dying? +He looked at the urn of gold in which his ashes +were to be carried to Rome, and remarked, +"Thou shalt soon hold what the world could +scarcely contain!" Then we can see the end of +the great Roses' Wars, the heads on the grim +spikes of the city gates, while a long procession of +kings and queens files out from the cathedral +doors, on whose site a church has stood ever +since Easter, 627 <span class="smcap">A.D.</span></p> + +<p>If we had only time to sit and recall all the grand +events which have happened in York Minster, we +should have to wait for the next "Flying Scotchman," +and perhaps for the next after that.</p> + +<p>"Any more going on?" "Yes, we are." "Quick, +please; all right." The train can't wait while we +dream about the past; and have we not Darlington +in front of us? Ah! there we must stop a little. +Here are the cradles of all the "Flying Scotchmen," +"Wild Irishmen," "Dutchmen," "Zulus"; of +the four hundred expresses of England, and the +thousands of other trains, fast and slow, which traverse +the United Kingdom and the world. Yes, +Darlington was the nursery of the locomotive +railway-engine, and Mr. Pease the head nurse +who taught it to run on the Stockton and Darlington +line in 1825. To the Darlington Quaker +family Stephenson's success was due, and the +success of Stephenson's locomotive was owing to +Hadley—William Hadley—who has been rightly +called the "Father of the Modern Locomotive."</p> + +<p>We are now on the North-Eastern line, which +ends at Berwick-on-Tweed—for the true Great +Northern, though its carriages run over the whole +route, does not work the traffic all the way. The +North-Eastern hurries us along towards Newcastle-on-Tyne, +over Robert Stephenson's high-level +bridge, and then over the North British line at +Edinburgh.</p> + +<p>What do we see from this breezy elevation? "Oh, +earth, what changes hast thou seen!" What does +a writer say of this? "The mountain stream +beneath us, once a broad shallow, now affords +depth for the heaviest ships. Away on the northern +bank the Roman wall lies hid, its arrowy route +just marked by a burial heave of the turf. Before +us stands the massive keep, with sturdy Norman +walls—the trains of the North-Eastern are scrunching +on the curve within a yard of it. Stephenson's +engine looks down on Elizabethan gables;" and +so on. Near Newcastle—at Wylam and Killingworth—the +first locomotive engines were born which +changed the country and revolutionised travelling.</p> + +<p>The warders at Berwick no longer look out from +the castle walls to descry the glitter of Southern +spears. The bell-tower from which the alarm was +sounded is now silent—the only bell heard within +the precincts of the castle being that of the railway +porter, announcing the arrival and departure of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207"></a>[Pg 207]</span>trains. The Scotch express passes along the bridge, +and speeds southward on the wings of steam. But +no alarm spreads across the Border now.</p> + +<p>We shall cross the Tweed presently, and pass +through the country of the Moss-troopers and the +territories of the Lords Marchers, the scene of so +many conflicts and fatal raids. We first cross the +Coquet, "the stream of streams," the poet calls it:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There's mony a sawmon lies in Tweed,</span><br /> +<span class="i2">An' mony a trout in Till;</span><br /> +<span class="i0">But Coquet—Coquet aye for me,</span><br /> +<span class="i2">If I may have my will!"</span><br /> +</div> +</div> + +<p>We get a view of the Cheviots; and Tweed-mouth +passed, we cross the "Royal Border Bridge," and +run into Berwick.</p> + +<p>What a record of battle has Berwick! In these +peaceful times at home we can hardly picture the +old walls on which we walk manned with armoured +soldiery, and King John within his house, a burning +torch in his hand, setting fire to the town, or +hanging up the people by the feet till they told where +their money-bags were hidden. In those days and +in Edward's time, the "Flying Scotchmen" were +Highlanders who were dispersed by the English +king. Wallace avenged the slaughter, and seized +Berwick; Robert Bruce and Douglas climbed into +the town with their trusty men. Half Wallace's +body was sent here as a trophy, and the Countess +of Buchan was hung out from the walls in a cage!</p> + +<p>Beacons again burn in the bell-tower, and +Edward and Bruce again engage, and Berwick was +only finally deprived of its warlike appearance +when James the First united England and Scotland. +These are some of the tales the old stones tell us +as we pause in Berwick, which within our own +memory was so specially mentioned in all forms +of national prayer and thanksgiving, as being a +kind of neutral ground upon the Border.</p> + +<p>Now puffing through Dunbar, past the Field of +Preston-pans, and through a district ever memorable +in the history of Scotland, we reach the modern +Athens "Auld Reekie"—Edinburgh the Beautiful—where +the "Flying Scotchman" folds his wings and +"flies" no more. His work is done this journey!</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="A_Foraging_Expedition_In_South_America" id="A_Foraging_Expedition_In_South_America"></a>A FORAGING EXPEDITION IN SOUTH AMERICA.</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>By the Author of "How the Owls of the Pampas treated their Friends," &c.</i></p> + +<p><span class="dropcap042"><span class="dropcap">O</span></span><span class="smcap">n</span> the branch of a gigantic tree in one of the +South American forests a young ant was +reposing; he had +been working hard +all day, being a brisk, +spirited fellow, and so he +was rather tired, and he +lazily watched an old relation +of his own, who was +slowly climbing the trunk +towards him, his fine white +polished head glancing +against the bark.</p> + +<p>"Well, Long-legs," cried +the young cousin, as his +elder approached, "where +are you going at this late +hour? I should have fancied +that you would have +been asleep after all the +trouble you had in marching +to-day."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 297px;"> +<img src="images/i041.jpg" width="297" height="350" alt="Illustration: "HE ... EXECUTED A LITTLE WAR-DANCE."" title="Illustration: "HE ... EXECUTED A LITTLE WAR-DANCE."" /> +<p class="center smcap">"he ... executed a little war-dance."</p> +</div> + +<p>"My dear Shiny-pate," +said the old warrior, as he +settled in a little crevice and +stretched out his tired +limbs, while he rolled up a tiny, tiny blade of grass +for a would-be cigar, "I am the bearer of news."</p> + +<p>"Why, what is the matter?" cried Shiny-pate +anxiously, jumping up so suddenly that he hit his +poor little head sharply +against a projecting knob.</p> + +<p>"Silly goose! nothing is +the matter," answered his +friend, "only you are a +little grander than you +thought you were: you +are promoted to be an +officer—a lieutenant, in +fact; so now you can assist +me on our marches."</p> + +<p>"Oh! Long-legs, is it really +true?" exclaimed the young +ant. "Am I to be an officer, +to march the men about, to +lead them to glory?" and +he tried to shout "hurrah," +but did not know how, so he only +executed a little war-dance on the +branch of the tree, while his old +friend looked on, smiling grimly.</p> + +<p>"Now I hope you will distinguish +yourself, my child," said he paternally, +when Shiny-pate was tired +of skipping about. "You will very soon have an +opportunity of showing your valour, for to-morrow +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208"></a>[Pg 208]</span> +we are to undertake a dangerous expedition to a +distant country, and your courage will be tried."</p> + +<p>So saying, he began creeping down the tree, disregarding +the entreaties of his young companion, +to stay a little longer and tell him where they +were going. "No, no," he muttered; "that will +be time enough to-morrow; go to sleep and be +strong."</p> + +<p>Very good advice, certainly; but when children +are put to bed before the sun has set in the +long summer evening, while the birds are still +singing, and the bats have not begun to come out, +and they feel desperately inclined to play a little +longer, I am afraid they don't relish it much.</p> + +<p>However, Shiny-pate was a good, sensible little +creature, and he went off very meekly, but he +awoke early in the morning, ready for the fray.</p> + +<p>"Breakfast first," said he to himself; but no: the +older officers said they had to fight first, and eat +afterwards; so they soon began to arrange their +marching order.</p> + +<p>A column of ants, at least a hundred yards in +length, but not very wide, was soon formed; each +leader had charge of twenty workers. The officers +were not expected to march in the main line, but to +walk outside their company, and keep it in order; +and great was our hero's pride and delight when he +surveyed his own particular men, and thought what +an example of bravery he would set them.</p> + +<p>At last all were ready, and the army moved off in +beautiful order. The officers ran up and down the +ranks, inspecting everything, their white helmets +glistening in the sun, and as Shiny-pate's position +was well to the front, he had great opportunities.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 591px;"> +<img src="images/i044.jpg" width="591" height="600" alt="Illustration: "THE ARMY MOVED OFF."" title="Illustration: "THE ARMY MOVED OFF."" /> +<p class="center smcap">"the army moved off."</p> +</div> + +<p>After they had proceeded for some time +with great gravity and care, they came to a +tree from which hung a couple of nests +belonging to the large wasps of the country, +and after a moment's discussion it was decided +that the ants should mount and rifle +them as a first move, so the obedient soldiers +hastened on, and Shiny-pate, who knew +nothing of the enterprise, joyfully waved his +sword at the head of his troops. How astonished, +how disgusted he was, when he felt +the first wasp-sting he had ever experienced!</p> + +<p>He almost fell from the nest with amazement, +but he would not give in—"No, never, die +first!" he thought, so he rushed on, and was +among the foremost to enter the cells where +the young pupæ were carefully walled in, and +tearing them from their cosy cradles, the ants +proceeded to devour them.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/i045.jpg" width="350" height="370" alt="Illustration: "SALUTING HIS COMMANDER."" title="Illustration: "SALUTING HIS COMMANDER."" /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">"saluting his commander."</span> (<a href="#Page_209"><i>p.</i> 209</a>).</p> +</div> + +<p>However, though the nests were large, and the +grubs many in number, there were not half or +quarter enough for the army. More and more +ants came trooping up the tree, trying to squeeze +into the places where there was no room for them, +and mournfully calling out that they also were +very hungry. So as soon as the pasteboard +domicile was empty, the little creatures descended +from their elevation, and again pursued their line +of march, this time without any incident occurring +until they saw in the distance the figure of a man.</p> + +<p>Now most of the ants had never seen a human +being before, but what did that matter? Their +ardour rose, their eyes sparkled, their long slender +limbs raced over the +ground, and soon the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209"></a>[Pg 209]</span> +person who had been silly enough to stand and +watch the advancing host was covered with the +nimble insects, who quickly ran up into his coat-pockets, +down his neck, and, in fact, wherever +there was any aperture, inserting their sharp fangs, +and injecting their poison, until he yelled with fear +and pain. He had not been very long in the +country, and did not understand the habits of the +creatures, so at first he remained in his absurd +position, capering +about, +and trying +to brush off +the ants. But +as he found +that their +numbers so +increased +every moment, +he +began to get +really alarmed, +lest he +should soon +be "eaten up +alive," and +so he ran +away very ignominiously, +being pursued +for some distance by +the host of insects; but as +soon as he had outrun them, +the difficult task of trying +to detach those already fastened +to his person began. +The fierce little insects preferred +being pulled to pieces +to letting go their hold, and +their hooked mandibles remained +securely fixed in +poor John Lester's skin long after their bodies had +been torn off.</p> + +<p>Fortunately for himself, Shiny-pate was not included +in the number who lost their lives. When +the onslaught began, Long-legs commanded him to +keep his detachment quiet, as their services were +not required; so the steady little ant obeyed orders, +and though he stood on tip-toe with impatience, and +trembled with excitement, he kept out of the fray.</p> + +<p>"Now it is all over—march!" cried Long-legs +authoritatively, as John's flying coat-tails disappeared +round a tree.</p> + +<p>"Shall we not wait for the others?" inquired a +young officer very politely, saluting his commander +with the back of his tiny foot in true military style.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i047.jpg" width="600" height="598" alt="Illustration: "AN ARMY OF ANTS."" title="Illustration: "AN ARMY OF ANTS."" /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">"an army of ants."</span> (<a href="#Page_210"><i>p.</i> 210</a>).</p> +</div> + +<p>"None of them will ever return," replied the +colonel sternly. "Do your duty, and obey orders."</p> + +<p>So the army again started off, and after a long +and dusty march the pioneers came in sight of a +pretty little cottage; but I must relate who the inhabitants +were before I go any farther.</p> + +<p>The house belonged to an Irish gentleman of the +name of Wolfe, who, after emigrating to South +America, and building a house for his family, a few +months before +this +story opens, +brought out +his wife, four +children, and +their old and +faithful servant, +called +John Lester, +to keep him +company, +and help him +in the new +life he had +chosen for +himself.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wolfe +was rather +an inexperienced +young +lady, and the +manners and +customs of +the place and +people, particularly +those +of the coloured +servant, +Chunga, astonished +her +immensely. +The white lady had a great horror of creeping +things of all kinds; she could hardly bear to get +into her bath, for she sometimes found a centipede, +as long as her hand, drowned in it.</p> + +<p>At night, when the lamp was lighted, cockchafers +and insects of all kinds buzzed and flew round it, +until their wings were singed; then they danced +hornpipes on the table over Mrs. Wolfe's work or +writing, falling most likely into the ink-bottle first, +and then spinning about with their long legs, +smearing everything with which they came in contact, +till she used to run away and implore her +husband to "kill them all and have done with it." +The children thought it was rather fun, except +when a scorpion stung them. They had a play +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210"></a>[Pg 210]</span> +about the lizards, which were pretty and harmless, +and they used to count how many different kinds +of beetles were killed each night.</p> + +<p>Sometimes the baby screamed when a particularly +large spider walked across its face; but these +little trials had to be borne.</p> + +<p>On the morning of this memorable day, as Mrs. +Wolfe was employed in some household duties, +Chunga rushed into the verandah, joyfully crying—</p> + +<p>"Oh, missie! oh, missie! de birds are come!"</p> + +<p>"What birds?" inquired her mistress in amazement, +wondering what new object was going to be +exhibited to her, but almost expecting to see a +creature with three legs, or two heads.</p> + +<p>"De pittas, missie; de ant-thrushes, you call +them," said the black woman, gleefully. "Now +missie's house will be clean; massa is away, all de +tings will be turned out," and as she spoke, she +seized her mistress's dress, and, gently drawing her +to the open door, directed her attention to several +dark-coloured, short-tailed birds which were hopping +from tree to tree in the neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>"I don't see anything extraordinary about them," +said Mrs. Wolfe, in a disappointed tone; "they +are only small ugly birds."</p> + +<p>"But look dere, missie," persisted Chunga, +pointing towards the forest, from the dark shades +of which Shiny-pate and his battalions were +emerging.</p> + +<p>"Why, it is an army of ants!" cried the Irish +lady. "How curious! how pretty!"</p> + +<p>"Dey is coming here," remarked Chunga carelessly, +as she watched the procession.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/i049.jpg" width="350" height="350" alt="Illustration: "THE WARRIORS DASHED IN."" title="Illustration: "THE WARRIORS DASHED IN."" /> +<p class="center smcap">"the warriors dashed in."</p> +</div> + +<p>"Here!" echoed Mrs. Wolf in horror; "what +for? What shall we do? They will eat all the +things in my store-room, they will bite my children!" +and she flew to the +nursery as she spoke.</p> + +<p>But the advancing host +moved steadily along, the +officers gave orders to +enter the house, and our +young hero, though quite +a novice in the work, was +one of the first to creep +through a slit in the walls.</p> + +<p>"Now," cried Long-legs, +"first kill the cockroaches +and other small game. +Come on; don't be afraid."</p> + +<p>So the warriors dashed +into the principal <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: "room" with no comma">room</ins>, +mounted the rafters, and +began a fierce battle. The +sleepy cockroaches, fat and +heavy from good living, +sprawled about, but made +a very poor fight. Shiny-pate +and two or three of +his men would seize one +of the kicking old fellows, +and either push him or pull him to the edge of the +rafters, whence he would fall with a dull thud +on the floor, when he was generally too much +stunned to make any more resistance, but even if +he did he was soon overpowered, bitten, and +dragged out of the house.</p> + +<p>When the rafters were cleared, our hero was +running swiftly across the floor, when a choky +voice called him, and he saw his old friend's head +protruding from an aperture in a large wooden +chest.</p> + +<p>"Come here! come here!" cried Long-legs. +"There are loads of them inside, and I want help."</p> + +<p>"Loads of what?" inquired Shiny-pate, rather +incredulously.</p> + +<p>"Of all kinds of food," replied the colonel; +"but unfortunately it is very hard to get at them; +they are hidden among the folds of some white +stuff that almost suffocates me."</p> + +<p>Shiny-pate at once proceeded to crawl into +the chest, but fortunately Chunga, who knew the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211"></a>[Pg 211]</span> +habits of the little insects, had been going round +the house opening every press and box, and now +she flung aside the cover of the great linen-chest, +and in darted the little marauders, and speedily +drew forth hundreds of the hideous cockroaches.</p> + +<p>But soon all the small game was cleared +off, and yet the attacking +party cried +for more, and cast +hungry eyes at Mrs. +Wolfe and the children, +who had been +skipping about on the +floor, trying not to +stand on anything, for +foraging ants are not +to be trifled with; and +Chunga said, solemnly—</p> + +<p>"If missie kills any +ants, they kill her."</p> + +<p>So the fear of touching +any of them had +greatly impeded the +lady's movements; +she had to step gently +on the points of her +toes whenever she saw +a clear space. She +had to rescue her baby +from the cradle, and +her other children +from different parts +of the house; and +then each child, as it +was carried away, began +to cry for some +particular toy that had +been left behind, so +that getting them safe +and sound into the +garden was a work of +time. However, at last +they were all seated +round their mother, only dreadfully hungry, and +longing for their breakfast, while the house remained +in undisturbed possession of the ants.</p> + +<p>At last, even Chunga thought it wise to beat a +retreat, so she came gliding gently out, bringing +the welcome news that she had seen several ants +carrying off an immense scorpion, which "must +have been de one dat stung massa, and made him +so ill a few days before;" and that the ants were +now attacking the rats and mice.</p> + +<p>"Rats and mice!" screamed all the children +in delight. "Will they kill the horrible things?"</p> + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/i050.jpg" width="421" height="600" alt=""THE CAT ... STOOD WITH GLARING EYES"" title=""THE CAT ... 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Mrs. Wolfe had brought a fine handsome +tortoise-shell cat from Ireland with her, +thinking how delightful it would be to have her +house quite free from vermin, only, unfortunately, +they were so very +numerous that poor +"Lady Catherine," +as the children +named their pussy, +though she did her +best at first, could not +by any possibility keep +their numbers in check, +and she now lived a +miserable life, being +afraid of moving from her +master's protection, and +growing daily thinner and +weaker from the combined +influences of fear, and being +unable to perform her usual +duties; and as the children +loved her dearly, and treated +her like one of themselves, +they all set up a howl of +dismay when their darling's +name was mentioned +to them.</p> + +<p>It was answered +by a fearful burst +of caterwauling +from the interior +of the +house. The +shrieks and +yells were +really terrific, +and the +whole party, +regardless of +their enemies +inside, +rushed back again to the door, and peeping in, +beheld a sight which was almost ludicrous.</p> + +<p>There was a shelf near one of the children's beds +at a great height from the floor, and to this Lady +Catherine (the cat) had mounted, but now she was +surrounded, and her retreat completely cut off. +There were ants to right of her, ants to left +of her, and ants in front of her; and as the little +creatures, led on by Shiny-pate the valorous, +attacked her with determined precision, the cat, +with every hair bristling up on her body, stood with +glaring eyes, lifting first one foot and then another +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212"></a>]</span>to escape her tormentors. Sometimes +she stood on her hind +legs and frantically tore the +insects from her coat, but +she wanted courage enough +to make the very high +jump from the shelf to +the floor.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wolfe and +the children +were so +distressed +at +the sight, that kind-hearted Chunga offered to try +and save their favourite, and she crept cautiously +into the house, trying to avoid standing on the ants +with her bare feet. Lady Catherine's screams redoubled +when she saw a friend approaching, but she +did not treat the black woman very kindly, for as +soon as she stood under the shelf the cat made one +frantic leap to her shoulders, and inserting her +sharp claws, held on tenaciously.</p> + +<p>It was now Chunga's turn to scream, which she +did in good earnest; and as she found she could +not detach the cat, she fled from the house with +her burden clinging tightly to her copper-coloured +shoulders, and ran almost into the arms of John +Lester, who was returning home. He was quick +enough to see what had happened, so, snatching +up an old broom with one hand he seized Lady +Catherine with the other, and gave her such a +sweeping as she had never experienced before, and +which, indeed, she strongly objected to; but her +cries were disregarded, and she was soon free from +the insects, and the children joyfully clutched hold +of her.</p> + +</div> + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/i053.jpg" alt=""THE LIVING CHAIN OF INSECTS"" title=""THE LIVING CHAIN OF INSECTS"" width="379" height="500"/> + + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 125px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 145px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 165px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 210px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 225px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 240px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 280px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 295px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 310px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 320px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 330px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 350px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 365px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 380px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 400px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 405px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 406px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 408px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 410px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 411px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 412px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 412px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 413px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 414px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 415px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p>But meantime Shiny-pate had been carried off +in a coil of Chunga's hair, whence he had crept +from the cat's fur, and very uncomfortable he felt. +He knew that his single arm could never overcome +the Indian woman; he was deserted by his troops, +and he had no one to direct him. He thought he +had better try to alight from his precarious position, +and endeavour to rejoin his men; but when he +moved, Chunga—whose nerves were a little upset—cried, +"Oh! Massa John, brush me too, brush me;" +and began tearing her hair down to make ready for +the performance. But just at that moment another +insect dropped from the tree above her down +on her arm, and administered such an electric +shock that a thrill ran up to her shoulder, her +hands fell, and Shiny-pate, seizing his opportunity, +ran swiftly down her back and +rushed towards the house, where the +scene of confusion was but little abated.</p> + +<p>The ants had by this time slain every +living thing which had occupied the +dwelling, and dragged them into the +long grass outside; and the soldiers, +after their hard fighting, were endeavouring +to satisfy their hunger. +This, however, the officers objected +to, for they knew by experience +what would happen; the pittas had +not accompanied them on their +march for nothing. The ugly black +birds had their eyes wide open, +and knew what they were about; +they had been waiting and watching +all this time, hopping about on the neighbouring +trees, and now at last their turn came. The ants +gorged with their prey could not escape: down +pounced the pittas, and they certainly made the +most of their opportunity. The hardened veterans, +the most agile warriors, were gobbled up in a +moment, and the officers in despair ran here and +there, seeing the carnage, but being quite unable +to prevent it.</p> + +<p>At last, by the time Mrs. Wolfe and her family +ventured back to their clean and well-swept house, +Shiny-pate by frantic exertions had managed to +collect his own troop—he had only lost two of his +twenty soldiers.</p> + +</div> + +<p>So our little insects again set out. They were +dreadfully tired, and they lagged behind, though +their leader longed to overtake some of the advance-guard, +which had already gone on. Poor little +fellow! his first day's fighting had certainly been +an arduous one, and it was not over yet; his exertions +to keep his men in order were wonderful. But +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213"></a>[Pg 213]</span>after marching some distance the ants saw before +them a little stream of water, running merrily +along, but presenting a serious barrier to their +progress.</p> + +<p>Shiny-pate at first thought the water might not +extend far, and led his company along the bank; +but as he found to his dismay that the stream grew +wider instead of narrower, his fertile little brain +began to devise a plan, and soon he had hit upon +a very ingenious one. He selected a shrub with a +long branch, which extended across part of the +stream, and having marched his men to the very +extremity of this bough he caught hold of it with +his fore-legs and hung down, ordering one of the +soldiers to creep down his body and hang on to the +end of it; another followed and clung to the second +ant, and so on. By this means the living chain +of insects, when long enough, was wafted by +the wind to the other bank of the stream, where +the foremost ant caught a firm hold, and the +brave Shiny-pate then swung off his bough, and +followed by all the others crept carefully across +their companions' bodies, until the foremost ant, +who had been holding on all this time by his hind +legs, being relieved from the weight of his comrades, +was able to twirl +round and obtain a safer +footing.</p> + +<p>The danger was surmounted, +and the officer now inspected +his little troop with +triumph; indeed, he spoke +a few encouraging words +which actually caused his +soldiers to salute in a body, +as they could not cheer, and +cry with one voice that they +were not afraid to go anywhere +with him.</p> + +<p>This was, of course, very +gratifying to such a young +officer, and our hero was +beginning to thank his +enthusiastic followers when +a slight noise attracted his +attention, and he suddenly +remembered that the time +for vigilance was not over: +for in the tree above them +he beheld a little ant-eater +slowly uncoiling itself before +beginning its nightly excursion.</p> + +<p>Shiny-pate saw its long +slimy tongue being uncoiled +like a piece of ribbon when +the animal yawned; and well he knew that any +ant who was unfortunate enough to touch that +sticky object would never return to tell the tale; +he therefore instantly determined on flight.</p> + +<p>So our hero ordered a stampede, but he kept +last of all the party, ready to sacrifice himself +for the general good if need be; and after a little +time his exertions were rewarded, for he happily +overtook the main body of ants under the guidance +of old Long-legs, and the worthy veteran was so +pleased at seeing his young companion safe that +he actually fell on his neck and hugged him; and +there is no saying what might have happened next +if two twinkling lights had not appeared in the +distance. They were only fire-flies that an Indian +had tied to his feet in order to illumine his path, +but the sight made the friends restrain their transports +until they reached home.</p> + +<p>Then, after all their labours and adventures, +they gave themselves up to enjoyment. Long-legs, +Shiny-pate, and other distinguished officers who +had done their duty for their home and relations, +were chaired by their admiring soldiers and carried +round the nest, while the fire-flies lit up the +triumphal march, and the beetles sang in chorus.</p> + +<p>We leave Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe enjoying +for the first time a house +cleared of both reptiles and insects, +and Lady Catherine purring +her delight at being relieved +from her enemies. No +doubt, if she could have +given us the benefit +of her thoughts, +she would have +joined the +bipeds in saying—</p> + +<p>"It's an ill +wind that +blows nobody +good."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 594px;"> +<img src="images/i056.jpg" width="594" height="600" alt="Illustration: "A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING ITSELF."" title="Illustration: "A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING ITSELF."" /> +<p class="center">"<span class="smcap"><ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - original reads A LITTLE ANT-EATER with no opening quotation marks">a little ant-eater</ins> slowly uncoiling itself."</span> (<a href="#Page_210"><i>p.</i> 210</a>).</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Sunday_Afternoons" id="Our_Sunday_Afternoons"></a>OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h2> + +<h4>THE DREAM OF PILATE'S WIFE.</h4> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 313px;"> +<img src="images/i058.jpg" width="313" height="300" alt="Illustration: FORTRESS OF ANTONIA, JERUSALEM (CALLED PILATE'S HOUSE)." title="Illustration: FORTRESS OF ANTONIA, JERUSALEM (CALLED PILATE'S HOUSE)." /> +<p class="center smcap">fortress of antonia, jerusalem<br />(called pilate's house).</p> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">t</span> was early +morning, not +yet seven o'clock. +Yet Pontius Pilate, +the Roman Governor +of Judæa, +was astir. For the +Paschal Feast of +the Jews was fast +approaching, and +having heard rumours +of strange +things going on +amongst them, he +anticipated some +serious disturbance. +He was, therefore, in no pleasant humour, and +his dark brow was contracted, his teeth were +firmly set, and in his stern and somewhat fierce +eyes was a look of mingled anger, scorn, and +disgust.</p> + +<p>How weary he was of these perpetual riots! +How he despised the conquered Jews and their +pretensions of religion, while their actions were +mean and vile. They professed a sanctity superior +to that of any nation upon earth. And yet he +knew that every day they indulged in flagrant sins, +and were influenced by motives that others would +scorn to yield to. Oh! if he dared but show them +what he thought of them and their hollow professions. +But he must restrain his feelings. Several +times already, in his impatience of their ways, he +had given vent to his wrath in actions that, he +knew too well, would not bear the examination of +his master, the emperor of Rome.</p> + +<p>The Roman emperors, bad as some of them +were, liked to know that all their provinces were +well governed, that the people had no just cause +of complaint; and that their customs, religions, +and prejudices were respected. And they would +punish severely any governor who, by misrule, +brought dishonour on the name of Rome.</p> + +<p>Pilate knew that he had wilfully trampled upon +the religious prejudices of the Jews, and that when +they had risen up against him he had massacred +them by the thousand. He remembered how he +had once brought some Roman eagles from +Cæsarea to Jerusalem, where no heathen ensign +could be suffered; how he had also placed there +some gilt votive shields, dedicated to the Emperor +Tiberius; and how, to bring water from the pools +of Solomon into the city, he had taken money from +the sacred treasury. He remembered, too, how, +when the Jews had rebelled against these proceedings, +he had sent disguised soldiers amongst +them, to stab them with daggers concealed beneath +their garments; how he had once massacred 3,000 +of them, and how at another festal season, 20,000 +dead bodies had strewed the courts of the Temple. +And up before his mind there came also the recollection +of how, at one of their feasts, he had +killed some Galilæans, and mingled their blood +with that of their sacrifices upon the altar; and +how he had also attacked the Samaritans, as they +worshipped upon Mount Gerizim.</p> + +<p>Yes, he had given the Jews just cause of complaint; +and if he vexed them further, they might +report him to Rome, and have him banished or +put to death. So he would have to be careful how +he treated them for the future.</p> + +<p>The knowledge of this in nowise calmed his +perturbed spirit. And as he wondered how, in +case of another riot, he should manage to curb his +wrathful and impatient disgust, he paced uneasily +the Hall of Judgment.</p> + +<p>This was an apartment in a splendid edifice—which +was known as the fortress of Antonia—in +which he resided when at Jerusalem, an old palace +of Herod the Great. Its floors were of agate and +lazuli. The ceilings of its gilded roofs were of +cedar painted with vermilion. The bema, on +which he sat to administer justice, was probably +the golden throne of Archelaus. In front of the +Hall of Judgment was a costly pavement of +variously coloured marble, called by the Jews +Gabbatha. Yet amid all this splendour he was +but ill at ease.</p> + +<p>And now suddenly the Roman procurator stopped +and listened. Hooting and yelling, there were the +wild cries of a dreaded mob, as he had anticipated. +Yes, it was even so. They had begun early +enough, those Jews. What could it be all about?</p> + +<p>Nearer and nearer came the ominous sounds. +He went to the door of his apartment, and looked +out. There, coming across the bridge that spanned +the Tyropœon Valley, was an infuriated crowd, +venting their spleen upon some poor victim, whom +they were evidently bringing to him. His arms +were fast bound to His side. A rope was round +His neck. And they were dragging Him along, as +if He were some wild beast that they had caught +in the act of making ravages amongst them.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> +After Him came the chief men of Jerusalem, +the Sanhedrists, with, perhaps, the High Priest at +their head, followed by the chief priests and scribes, +and a great crowd of people.</p> + +<p>Now they reached the Hall of Judgment; +and the foremost of them were dragging the poor +Man up the noble flight of stairs.</p> + +<p>The Roman knight scowled as they approached, +and darted at them a look of bitterest resentment.</p> + +<p>What faces they had! Did ever any one see +features so distorted by wicked passions? How he +would have liked to drive them all away! But he +must not. They were evidently in a fury; and what +might they not do, if he opposed them?</p> + +<p>He turned to look at their prisoner, expecting to +see some murderous-looking fellow, who had been +taken in some act of wicked outrage. But what a +different sight met his view!</p> + +<p>Instead of a defiant thief or murderer, a pale and +weary Man stood before him. A world of suffering +was in His sorrowful eyes; but there was no trace +of violence there. He had the purest, noblest, +most open countenance that Pilate had ever beheld; +and the governor's attention was arrested. In the +face of that poor, worn-out sufferer were expressed +the meekness and gentleness of a lamb, the deepest +tenderness and pity, the most ineffable sweetness +and perfect calmness, the majesty of a king, the +perfection of a god. Who could He be? Was He +really only human? Or had the spirit of some of +the Roman gods come down and taken up its abode +in Him? Pilate could not tell; but he was amazed +and confounded; and in his contemplation of that +wondrous countenance he forgot for a while his +trouble and vexation.</p> + +<p>All too soon, however, he was recalled to the +business before him. The Jews were clamouring +outside the Hall to have sentence of death passed +upon their Victim.</p> + +<p>But it was not so easy to gain their point as they +had expected. The Roman knight, who had not +hesitated to order his soldiers to fall upon the +ignoble Jews, could not condemn, without trial, +that Man who was undoubtedly the one perfect type +of the human race. And he sternly demanded, +"What accusation bring ye against this <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads Man? without closing quotation marks">Man</ins>?"</p> + +<p>Then came a storm of bitter invective and false +accusations. He had been stirring up the people +against the Roman government, they said. He had +been forbidding them to pay tribute to Cæsar; and +proclaiming Himself a King.</p> + +<p>As Pilate looked upon Jesus, he felt that there +was no sedition in Him. <i>They</i> were rioters, he +knew too well; but as for that Man—well, there +might be some truth in His kingship, there was +something so noble, so majestic about Him. And +entering the hall, into which Jesus had been led, +he asked, "Art <i>Thou</i> the King of the Jews?"</p> + +<p>"I am a king," Jesus, acknowledged, as He +thought of the myriads of bright-winged angels +who in the Better Land had flown to do His bidding, +and of the thousands upon thousands of +faithful followers, not yet born, who would some +day share His throne. "I am a King, but not of +this world." And at His simple words Pilate's +heart misgave him still more.</p> + +<p>Who <i>could</i> this strange man be, who was so +far above all other men? Where had He come +from? And where was His kingdom? Was He in +some mysterious way connected with the heavens?</p> + +<p>Oh, how he wished that those Jews had +settled the matter amongst themselves, and that +he could avoid having anything to do with it! +They were resolved, he could see, on having His +blood; and he dared not go altogether against +them. Yet how could he condemn <i>a Man like that</i>?</p> + +<p>But, suddenly, his face brightened. Some one +in the crowd said that Jesus belonged to Galilee. +Then he could send Jesus to Herod, the tetrarch +of Galilee, who was then in Jerusalem, having +come up to the feast. By doing so he should +throw the responsibility on to Herod, and should +then not be compelled either to vex the Jews, on +the one hand, and thus bring about his own punishment, +or to crucify this Man, who was so great a +mystery to him, and, perhaps, bring down upon +himself the anger of the gods.</p> + +<p>Pilate heaved a great sigh of relief, as Jesus was +led away to Herod. Now he was free, he thought, +and, if that more than innocent Man were put to +death, as He would be, he, at least, would be guiltless +of his blood, and very cleverly he had +managed it, without stirring up against himself the +wrath of the Jews.</p> + +<p>But it was not to be so.</p> + +<p>Before long the dreaded mob returned. Herod +had sent Jesus away, finding no fault in Him. And +the Jews brought him again to Pilate.</p> + +<p>Heavily as lead the hooting and the yelling fell +upon the governor's ears. What should he do? +What <i>could</i> he do? Oh, if only he had not acted +so wrongly in the past, he might have dared to do +right now! If only he had not violated the Roman +law he might now have vindicated its majesty! +He might have told the Jews that he, a Roman +governor, could not think of so gross an injustice +as condemning such a Man, and that they were only +actuated by envy and hatred. Oh, if he could +only wipe out his past offences, and stand clear +concerning the Jews, he might, also, stand clear +concerning this Jesus, who was called the Christ!</p> + +<p>But his hands were stained with crime; and, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> +like a child who tells a second falsehood to get +out of the trouble of having told a first, he must +make the guilt of a still deeper dye.</p> + +<p>But could he not in some way conciliate the +Jews, and save Jesus as well? he wondered. Yes; +he would pretend to look upon Him as guilty; but +would remind them of the custom of releasing some +prisoner at the Passover; and try to persuade them +to have Jesus set free. But they preferred +Barabbas; and Pilate tried another plan. He +would inflict upon Jesus the painful and humiliating +punishment of scourging and let Him go.</p> + +<p>But what right had he to do that to an innocent +Man? How fast he was yielding! And what a +coward a guilty conscience had made of him!</p> + +<p>But much as he was to blame, there was sent +to him a warning that could not be despised.</p> + +<p>That morning, a troublous dream had come to +Claudia Procula, Pilate's wife, who was a Jewish +proselyte. And now, messengers from her came +running out of breath, and standing before the +golden bema, delivered the message she had sent; +"Have thou nothing to do with that just Man; for +I have suffered many things this day in a dream +because of Him."</p> + +<p>This troubled Pilate more and more; and his face +paled, and his strong limbs trembled. He remembered +how, not very long before, when Cæsar's +enemies were plotting against his life, a dream had +come to his wife, Calpurnia, who had sent to warn +him not to go to the meeting of the senate, on the +Ides of March. But he went in spite of the dream, +and was murdered! And now, a similar warning was +sent to him to strengthen him to do right. Should +he heed it, and let the innocent Jesus go free? It +was still in his power to refuse to crucify Him; +and what remorse he would save himself? and +what bitter anguish! But notwithstanding the +warning dream, he took the last fatal step.</p> + +<p>"<i>Ibis ad crucem</i>," "Thou must go to the cross," +he said to Jesus, and to the attendant, "<i>I miles, +expedi crucem</i>," "Soldier, go prepare the cross."</p> + +<p>Unable to shake off that ominous dream, he +called for water, and washed his hands, saying, +"I am innocent of the blood of this just person." +But he could not wash away his responsibility, or +that last greatest crime of giving up to the fiendish +malice of a cruel mob the Innocent One about +whom he had had such misgivings and such a +warning.</p> + +<p>From that day all peace of mind fled from him; +and before long he was pining away in bitter exile +and poverty; the very punishment having come +upon him that he had tried to avert.</p> + +<p class="right">H. D.</p> + +<h4>BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h4> + +<p>37. Who was the only woman to whom it is recorded +that Jesus used the tender word "Daughter"?</p> + +<p>38. Where does St. John tell us that those who are +untruthful shall have no part with the people of God in +the holy city?</p> + +<p>39. Which of the greater prophets prophesied that +God's people should be "named the Priests of the Lord?"</p> + +<p>40. Where, in the book of the Revelation, are we +shown that Jesus still appears in heaven as the Lamb +once slain?</p> + +<p>41. Where are we told that children, as well as grown-up +people, are known by their works?</p> + +<p>42. Where are we assured that if, in difficult circumstances, +we are influenced by the fear of man, we shall +bring trouble upon ourselves, while, if we trust in God, +we shall be safely kept?</p> + +<p>43. About whom did Jesus use the only word of +unmixed contempt that He is recorded to have +spoken?</p> + +<p>44. What four things does Solomon speak of as being +"little upon the earth, but they are exceeding wise"?</p> + +<p>45. Where is the custom, followed by Pilate, of washing +the hands as a sign of innocence of crime, spoken of +in the Old Testament?</p> + +<p>46. What wise man exhorts us to keep our garments +always white; and who tells us that a part of pure +religion consists in keeping ourselves unspotted from the +world?</p> + +<p>47. What great heathen king called God "a revealer +of secrets"?</p> + +<p>48. Where are we assured that, to the upright, light +arises in the darkness?</p> + +<h4>ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (25-36.—<i>See p.</i> 156).</h4> + +<p>25. Twice. In St. Matt. vi. 9-13 and St. Luke xi. +2-4.</p> + +<p>26. In Job xxviii. 28.</p> + +<p>27. From the words, "I went into Arabia" (Gal. i. 17), +coupled with his speaking of Sinai in iv. 24, 25.</p> + +<p>28. In Prov. xvi. 32.</p> + +<p>29. In Ps. lvi. 8.</p> + +<p>30. Only in the New Testament (Acts vii. 60; +1 Cor. xv. 6, 18; 1 Thess. iv. 13-15; 2 Pet. iii. +4).</p> + +<p>31. As giving up the ghost, and being gathered to +their people (Gen. xxv. 8, xxxv. 29, xlix. 29, 33; Numb. +xx. 24, 26, xxvii. 13, &c).</p> + +<p>32. St. Matthew and St. Mark (St. Matt. xxvi. 36—45; +St. Mark xiv. 32-41).</p> + +<p>33. In the genealogy of our Lord, given by St. +Matthew (St. Matt. 1. 6).</p> + +<p>34. Seven (Gen. vii. 7-10). God himself (Gen. vii. 16).</p> + +<p>35. Ten (2 Sam. xviii. 15).</p> + +<p>36. It was first placed in David's tent, and afterwards +in the Tabernacle at Nob, whence it was given again to +David (1 Samuel xvii. 54, xxi. 1, 9).</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p> + +<div class="block width650"> + +<h2><a name="Contentment" id="Contentment"></a>CONTENTMENT.</h2> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 410px; height: 550px;"> +<img src="images/i071.jpg" width="410" height="500" alt="Illustration: " ... IN THE HOME-GARDEN OUR DEAR LITTLE MAY SITS CALMLY AT REST ON THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY."" title="Illustration: " ... IN THE HOME-GARDEN OUR DEAR LITTLE MAY SITS CALMLY AT REST ON THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY."" /> +<p class="center smcap">" ... in the home-garden our dear little may<br />sits calmly at rest on this beautiful day."</p></div> +<p> +<br />weet Summer-time dawns with a flush o'er the skies,<br /> +<span class="two">The bees and the butterflies come in her train,</span><br /> +While the dear little children, with joy in their eyes,<br /> +Stand watching the lark as he mounts to the skies,<br /> +<span class="two">While singing his joyous refrain.</span><br /> +<br /> +The meadow is sprinkled with beautiful flowers,<br /> +<span class="two">The hedge with its sweet-scented blossoms of snow.</span><br /> +How bright is the sunshine! how fresh are the showers!<br /> +How happy the children, these holiday hours,<br /> +<span class="two">As shouting and singing they go!</span><br /> +<br /> +But Summer (who stole on the footsteps of Spring)<br /> +<span class="two">Is driven in turn far out of our view,</span><br /> +When ruddy-hued Autumn her mantle must fling<br /> +O'er meadow and orchard, till each growing thing<br /> +<span class="two">Is transformed to a beautiful hue.</span><br /> +<br /> +Then the little ones, laughing, must hie them away<br /> +<span class="two">To the blackberry wood and the nut-growing ground;</span><br /> +But in the home-garden our dear little May<br /> +Sits calmly at rest, on this beautiful day,<br /> +<span class="two">Contented with what she has found.</span><br /> +</p> +<p class="right smcap">D. B. McKean.</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Little_Fe" id="Little_Fe"></a>LITTLE FÉ.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap075"><span class="dropcap">S</span></span><span class="smcap">o</span> he was left an heir at the age +of ten years—heir to all the fortune +of his dead aunt, which +consisted of two shillings and +fourpence, a flower-basket, a +pebble with a hole drilled +through it, and a dying woman's +blessing. "Truly," you will +say, "he was rich."</p> + +<p>He was small and thin, this +little heir, and one poor leg was drawn up three +inches higher than the other, which obliged him +to walk with those wooden things called crutches. +He was called Fé; but his name was of very little +use to him, as he could neither read nor write it.</p> + +<p>An old woman had promised "to see after him +for a bit" at his aunt's death. She lived in a room +in the same wretched lodging-house which had +sheltered Fé and his aunt for the past six years.</p> + +<p>I have not told you yet that my heir did not live +in London, but in a large busy town in the south +of England.</p> + +<p>Fé's temporary guardian, Mrs. Crump, was short +and cross, and not very young; her nose was +slightly hooked, her eyes were black, and rather +sharp. She wore a jet black frizzled wig, which +contrasted well with the primrose-tinted skin; her +voice showed her bad temper, for it was sharp and +harsh, like the creaking of a door.</p> + +<p>After having settled and arranged everything, she +bade Fé follow her into her black little room, and that +was the last he ever saw of his poor little old home, +where for ten long grown-up years he had lived, +to go to rest weak, hungry, and ill, and to rise more +weak, hungry, and miserable still. Yet in that little +home there had also lived a thin, worn-out woman, +who had never spoken a harsh word to him, but +had often tried to stay his tears with her kisses. +And Fé knew now—and the knowledge was agony—that +he would never rest his eyes upon that sweet +mother-face again.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Crump earned what she could get by selling +flowers in the streets. She thought she could not +turn poor Fé to better account than by making +him sell them too, so she arranged half her +bunches in Fé's basket, and tied it round his neck. +Then she took him with her, and while she went +round to the houses Fé stood in the principal +streets, and offered his flowers to the passers-by.</p> + +<p>Old Mrs. Crump soon made the discovery that +"the heir" sold many more than she did during +the day, but such was her vanity that she could +not at first bring herself to believe that people preferred +to buy of the pale-faced cripple boy than of +her, with her jet black wig and creaking voice. +When she found it was really the case, she was +very angry. But besides being a very jealous old +woman, she was naturally avaricious in the extreme, +and she kept all Fé's earnings, and only gave +him very scanty food in return.</p> + +<p>She did not care to give up "seeing after him for +a bit," yet she allowed a strong dislike to grow up +against the boy in her own old cross heart.</p> + +<p>One day, as Fé stood by the side of the street, +with his basket hanging from his neck, and a bit of +sunlight shining straight into his eyes, he felt +some one touch his arm, and when he turned his +head, he saw a young lady leaning towards him. +She had long shining hair and blue eyes, there +were dimples and bright pink on her cheeks; she +slipped sixpence into his hand, whispering something +about keeping it quite for himself, and then +passed on, walking very quickly.</p> + +<p>When Fé looked up to thank her, he saw only +the flowing shining hair under a round black hat in +the distance. Fé thought about the money for a +long time: it was the first gift he had ever received, +and he wondered if he might really keep it for himself. +He thought how often, when he was so hot +and thirsty, he might buy a little milk, and it +seemed refreshing only to think of it. Then he +remembered that Mrs. Crump took all the pence +he earned, and he felt sure that she disliked him +very much, and would take away his sixpence the +moment she saw it. So at last he twisted it in a +leaf out of his basket, and pushed it through a +hole into the lining of his cap, for safety.</p> + +<p>When he went back with Mrs. Crump in the +evening, and she asked him for his earnings, +that little sixpence in his cap felt like a stone, +seeming to weigh him down to the ground; and +when he went to the corner where he slept, +he lay down on his little ragged bed, cold and +miserable; and though he was tired out, he could +not sleep for thinking of his great wickedness in +concealing the sixpence.</p> + +<p>Then he looked round the room, and thought +how much whiter and sweeter his old home was; +he remembered, too, how his kind aunt used to +kiss him if he cried, and he held up his little pale +wet face, almost hoping he should feel that kiss +once more; he longed so intensely for a little love, +poor little "heir!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Crump's room was, like herself, dirty and +ugly: perhaps it may be silly to say so, but I do +think that rooms generally resemble their inmates.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> +The ceiling of this one was brown and peeled, +the walls were covered with old newspapers, +with here and there a scrap of brown wrapping-paper, +making unsightly and hideous patterns; +the whole was splashed with dirt and mildew; the +floor was rotten at places, and black, and quite +slippery with grease and dirt; the window had +four panes, two of which were stuffed with rags.</p> + +<p>As little Fé's tired eyes wandered round this +dirty room, they fell upon the figure of Mrs. Crump +sleeping in a bed in the opposite corner of the +room. She was breathing heavily, and after Fé +had listened for some time to her short snores, he +felt so miserable and lonely and wicked, that he +formed the brave resolution of arousing her, and +confessing to her the history of the sixpence.</p> + +<p>It was strange that what Fé would have trembled +to confess in the broad daylight he felt strong +and brave enough to acknowledge by the light of +the pale moon. He crawled up, after a few minutes' +thought, and after diving about his ragged bed, he +found his cap, and took from the leaf his precious +sixpence; then he crept to the side of Mrs. +Crump's bed, shivering, but determined. But +suddenly he halted, and gave a scream of fright; a +band of moonlight fell across the bed, and certainly +there lay Mrs. Crump, but her nightcap had +slipped off, and her black wig lay on a chair by her +bedside. Poor Fé, in his childish ignorance, had +never had a doubt about the wig; in fact, he had +never understood that people wore such things. +When he saw Mrs. Crump without hair, and the +moonlight making her still more awful-looking, he +was quite overwhelmed with fear.</p> + +<p>The old woman rose up hastily at the scream, +and she saw only little Fé quite motionless, with a +wild, strained look of fright in his eyes. When she +made out in a half-asleep way that it was the child +she detested who had dared to disturb her, wigless +and asleep, her wrath boiled up, and when the +same moonbeam showed her the shining silver +clasped in the little hand, it fell hissing and +spluttering and burning hot on the poor child's head, +as he knelt speechless and trembling with fright.</p> + +<p>She made up her mind in one instant that it +must be some money he had taken for the flowers, +and had kept back from her. "You wicked, +thievish boy!" she shrieked. "I'll teach you to +thieve, and then pry about arter people be a-bed; +so good as I've been to ye, too. Ye jest leave my +door for good to-night."</p> + +<p>And in a fit of passion she rolled out of bed, +scolding and shaking poor Fé the while. She +pulled him down the three creaking steps and out +into the cold wet street—and there, with one +more cruel push, she left him, friendless and alone.</p> + +<p>With a sob and a gasp he saw her shut the door, +but the fright and shaking had been too much for +his weakened frame. He seemed for a few +moments to feel again all the dreadful pain and +anguish he remembered having felt when he was +very ill once long ago. His aching, weary little +head seemed too heavy for him to bear, and +with a moan of pain he fell forward, and lay where +he fell insensible. +</p> + +<p>and sorrowed for the little heir, and for her own +unkindness in throwing the beams of her light +just across old Mrs. Crump in her bed, and she +stooped and kissed the poor boy as he lay on the +hard cold stones, and tried in vain to warm him +with her silvery light.</p> + +<p>Bad old Mrs. Crump slept late on into the next +morning, and this was the reason that she knew +nothing more of what happened to the poor friendless +little heir.</p> + +<p>A doctor set out very early next morning to see +a poor invalid woman who lived in the same street +as little Fé's cruel guardian.</p> + +<p>He was a short, plain little man, but his beaming +smile hid the ugliness, and made the face tell that +he was true and kind and good, and the eyes +seemed to think it best to tell their own tale, in +case the smile alone might not be trusted, and they +glistened and shone, and told of every kindly +thought and feeling of which the little man carried +a big heart-full.</p> + +<p>He was a clever doctor, and this woman he +knew was poor. He did not expect payment from +her, neither did he from the white-faced, crippled +boy lying in the street, with mud on his face and +clothes, and clinging to his brown hair. But he +lifted him into his carriage tenderly and lovingly, +and ordered his servant to drive quickly to the +hospital.</p> + +<p>As he raised Fé's helpless little form, something +fell with a chink on the stones; but he did not wait +to see what it was then.</p> + +<p>There in the hospital lay little Fé, and he was for +many days unconscious, and they whispered that +his life must be very short, and that he would never +be strong again.</p> + +<p>The kind little doctor, who attended him most +regularly, was speaking to a young lady one day +of the poor little heir. He said, "The boy has consumption, +and the cold of the streets added to his +weakness, and some sudden shock, has so increased +the disease, that I fear his days on earth +will be few."</p> + +<p>The young lady begged the doctor to take her to +see the boy as soon as he was able. And one day, +when Fé was better and well enough to sit up in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> +bed, to his great joy he saw once more the pretty +face with the pink and dimples, and shining curling +hair; and the sight seemed to refresh him, and +make him stronger and happier.</p> + +<p>Before she went away she told him that he +should go away soon, and be made quite well again +in some beautiful country place.</p> + +<p>This girl with the shining hair spoke in a low +sweet voice to the doctor about him; she said, +"Move him to my home, doctor; don't let him die +in this hot town, where there is no air." And the +doctor said, "We will try it, but he cannot last +long."</p> + +<p>So after a few weeks my little heir was tenderly +borne away from this hot, noisy town, where he +had lived but to suffer; and on the day he left a +poor starving woman found his sixpence on the +muddy pavement, and she cried for joy, and prayed +over it, and bought with it bread which helped to +save the life of her poor half-famished child. So +even little Fé's sixpence brought a blessing with it.</p> + +<p>And now Fé, who had never heard the song of +the birds, or smelt the sweet country air before, +was well nursed and cared for at the home of this +girl with the shining hair. He faded gradually day +by day, but he felt at rest and happy, though his +weakness was very great. At last, one day he +begged for more air, as he was faint; and they +carried him out into a hay-field, and there, with his +head pillowed on the hay, with the soft blue sky +above him, and the scent of flowers in the air, +with the low of cows and hum of bees in the +distance, and the sweet scythe music sounding near +him, and the touch of the girl's fair soft hand on his +brow, my little heir passed away without even a +moan, only a little sigh of relief, of happiness, and +rest.</p> + +<p>Then a grand sweet smile fell upon his face, +which there had never been room for during his +life.</p> + +<p>Over his little grave (the heir's grave) the +beautiful girl placed a small grey stone cross, and +the only inscription upon it—</p> + +<h4><i>In loving memory of Fé.</i></h4> + +<p> </p> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="The_Prince_And_His_Whipping_Boy" id="The_Prince_And_His_Whipping_Boy"></a>THE PRINCE AND HIS WHIPPING-BOY.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap082"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><span class="smcap">hether</span> or not it is a bad thing to +get punished will largely depend upon +the punishment, but when you deserve +to be punished, and some one else is +at hand to receive it in your stead, then +punishment is apt to become a farce. Just consider +this: <i>I</i> deserve the whipping, but <i>you</i> are +hired to take it for me. Perhaps you think +this is a joke, but I am really in earnest. I am +alluding to a practice which was actually once in +vogue—though never to a great extent—in this +and other countries. By whipping one boy instead +of another it was hoped that the feelings of the +offender would be so worked upon, that he would +refrain from doing wrong rather than have an +innocent lad punished.</p> + +<p>Well, the long retinue of servants in the households +of kings usually included a whipping-boy, +kept to be whipped when a prince needed chastisement. +What a funny occupation! D'Ossat and Du +Perron, who ultimately rose to the dignity of cardinals +in the Roman Catholic Church, were whipped +by Pope Clement VIII. in the place of Henri IV. +And there stood for Charles I. a lad called Mungo +Murray, whose name would seem to show that he +was of Scottish birth. The most familiar example +of whipping-boy is mentioned by Fuller in his +"Church History." His name was Barnaby Fitzpatrick, +and the prince whose punishments he bore +was Edward, son of bluff King Hal, who was +afterwards Edward VI., the boy-king of England.</p> + +<p>The scene which the picture on the next +page brings vividly before us represents one aspect +of the use of whipping-boys. It tells its story +well. The young prince would seem to have +incurred his tutor's displeasure, and the birch +is about to be employed upon the person of the +unfortunate Fitzpatrick. But Prince Edward +cannot bear to see poor Barnaby flogged instead, +and is interceding with his grave guardian on +behalf of the lad. By all accounts which we have +the boy-king was a clever and amiable youth, +and his untimely death in his sixteenth year would +appear to show that he stood much more in need +of the tenderest care than of the birch. It need +hardly be added that as soon as he mounted the +throne the services of Fitzpatrick could no longer be +in request. You may whip a prince, but when that +prince becomes king, even while still a boy, the +rod must be banished forthwith. Shakespeare says +"uneasy lies the head that wears a crown," and +this must be especially true in such a case as +that of the hapless young Edward, who had to +discharge all the kingly duties without being old +enough to feel much, if any, interest in them. His +courtiers spoke of him as if he were a boy Solomon, +and he cannot have needed much castigation, +even through the medium of Barnaby Fitzpatrick.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 442px;"> +<img src="images/i084.jpg" width="442" height="600" alt="Illustration: PRINCE EDWARD'S WHIPPING-BOY." title="Illustration: PRINCE EDWARD'S WHIPPING-BOY." /> +<span class="smcap">"prince edward's whipping-boy."</span> (<i>See</i> <a href="#Page_220"><i>p</i>. 220.</a>) +</div> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey" id="Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey"></a>STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.</h2> + +<h4><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Edwin Hodder ("Old Merry")</span>.</h4> + +<h4>IV.—CURIOUS CUSTOMS AND REMARKABLE INCIDENTS.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap086"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">n</span> my recent talks about the Coronations +and the Royal Funerals, the scenes +that passed before us were intimately +connected with the history of England. +The matters upon which I shall +touch to-day are to a large extent +more particularly connected with the +Abbey itself. No mean personages +were the abbots of the "West Monastery," +or Westminster, in early times. +They were independent of any English +bishop, and therefore once in two +years had to present themselves at +Rome. Some of the abbots were old, and some very +fat, and were perhaps tempted to think their independence +dearly purchased by a journey so long and +toilsome. The monastery was exceedingly rich—it +had possessions in ninety-seven towns and villages, +seventeen hamlets, and 216 manors. William +I. gave the Abbey some lands in Essex, in exchange +for one of its manors, to which he took a +fancy, and upon which "Royal Windsor" has +since risen.</p> + +<p>The Abbots of Westminster claimed a tithe of +all the fish caught in the river between Gravesend +and Staines. When St. Peter (according to the +legend I have already told you) consecrated his +own church on Thorney, he said, on parting with +Edric the fisherman, "Go out into the river; +you will catch a plentiful supply of fish, whereof +the larger part shall be salmon. This have I +granted on two conditions: first, that you never +fish again on Sundays; secondly, that you pay +a tithe of them to the Abbey of Westminster." +And as long as it was possible the monastery +kept its grasp on the Thames fisheries. In 1282, +the abbot, in defence of his claim, defeated the +Rector of Rotherhithe in the law courts, and the +original grant by St. Peter was put forward as +authority for the rights of the convent in the +matter. Almost to the end of the fourteenth +century it was the custom for a fisherman once +a year to take his place beside the prior, bringing +a salmon for St. Peter. The fish was carried in +state through the refectory, the prior and all the +brethren rising as it passed.</p> + +<p>The Abbey and its precincts for a long period +comprised a vast group of buildings, quite cut off +by pleasant meadows and gardens from the neighbouring +city. From King Street the approach was +under two grand arches and past the Clock +Tower, where once hung and swung Great Tom +of Westminster, now in St. Paul's Cathedral. +The entrance to Tothill Street marks the site of +the gatehouse or prison of the monastery, in +which many illustrious prisoners were confined +before its demolition, in 1777. Amongst them may +be named Sir Walter Raleigh, John Hampden, and +Lilly the astrologer.</p> + +<p>There is so much that is interesting connected +with the sanctuary, the cloisters, and the chapter-house, +that I shall devote my next talk specially to +those buildings. The abbot's house, now the +deanery, saw many notable scenes in the Middle +Ages. Especially was it so with the Jerusalem +Chamber, of which the low rough wall runs off +from the south side of the western portal of the +Abbey. There is an entrance to it from the nave. +It was in this chamber that Henry IV. died. He +was purposing a journey to the Holy Land, when, +in 1412, fearfully afflicted with leprosy, he came up +to London for his last Parliament. Soon after +Christmas, he was praying at St. Edward's Shrine, +when he was taken so ill that his death before +the shrine seemed probable. He was, however, +carried to the Jerusalem Chamber, and on learning +its name, praised God that the prophecy that +he should die in Jerusalem would be fulfilled. +His son, the gay and dissolute Prince Harry, +attended his father in his last moments, and then +retired to an oratory, and spent a long day on +his knees. Henceforth the latter was a changed +character, and every one was astonished at the +way in which he shook off the past, and devoted +himself to his new duties as an English king.</p> + +<p>Round the shrine of St. Edward are several +small chapels, but of their dedication or the special +devotions originally carried on in them very little +seems to be known. We know that there were +altars with perpetual lamps burning, and venerated +crucifixes, and an abundance of relics. Those +placed here by Henry III. I have already spoken +of; besides these, there was a "Girdle of the Virgin" +and other fragments of holy dresses, given by +Edward the Confessor. Good Queen Maud gave +a large portion of the hair of Mary Magdalene; +and amongst other relics deposited here at various +times were "a phial of the Holy Blood" and +the vestments of St. Peter. At the porch of the +Chapel of St. Nicholas was buried, in 1072, a +Bishop Egelric, who had been imprisoned for two +years at Westminster, but who by his "fastings +and tears had so purged away his former crimes as +to acquire a reputation" for sanctity. His fetters +were buried with him, and his grave was a place +of great resort for pilgrims in the time of the early +Norman kings.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222a" id="Page_222a"></a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;"> +<img src="images/i088.jpg" width="441" height="600" alt="Illustration: LITTLE FÉ'S FRIEND." title="Illustration: LITTLE FÉ'S FRIEND." /> +<span class="smcap">"little fé's friend." "<i>little fé</i>"</span> (<a href="#Page_218"><i>p</i>. 218</a>) +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +But it was the shrine of Edward the Confessor, +with its beautiful surroundings, its grand musical +services, and its abundant holy relics, that formed +the chief attraction to pilgrims, and yet only the +barest hints and allusions have come down to us as +to what was going on for centuries in the great +centre of English religious life.</p> + +<p>Of one event that took place at the beginning of +the sixteenth century we have full particulars. +Islip (under whom Henry the Seventh's Chapel +was completed) was abbot when the red hat of a +cardinal was sent from Rome to adorn the head of +Wolsey. The Pope's messenger rode through +London with the hat in his hand, and with the +Bishop of Lincoln riding on one side of him and +the Earl of Essex on the other. A grand escort of +nobles and prelates accompanied. The Lord +Mayor and Aldermen on horseback and the City +guilds were ranged along Cheapside. The hat was +carried triumphantly at the head of the procession +to Westminster, and received at the Abbey door by +Abbot Islip and several other abbots, all in their +robes of state. For three days the hat reposed on +the high altar, and then came Wolsey with a grand +retinue from his palace at Charing Cross to the +Abbey, and a goodly company of archbishops, +bishops, and abbots, performed a solemn service. +Wolsey knelt on the altar steps, and the Archbishop +of Canterbury put the hat on the new +cardinal's head. "Te Deum" was sung, and then +the assembled nobles and prelates rode back in state +to a grand banquet at Wolsey's palace.</p> + +<p>In 1539 the monastery was dissolved, and as the +Reformation advanced, various changes took place +in the Abbey services. Instead of an abbot, a +dean now bore sway. Much of the property of +the Abbey was transferred to the great city cathedral, +which gave rise to the proverb of "robbing +Peter to pay Paul." The hallowed relics disappeared, +as well as Llewellyn's crown and other historic +mementoes; monuments were damaged, and +Edward's bones ejected from their ancient shrine. +For a time the Abbey was in real danger, and +some of the outlying property was given up to +Protector Somerset to induce him to spare the +sacred edifice. We read in the convent books of +twenty tons of Caen stone being given him from +some of the ruined buildings. A few years afterwards +it seemed as if the old order of things were +going to be restored, and the Spanish husband of +Queen Mary attended a grand mass of reconciliation +in the Abbey, to signalise the return of England +to her ancient faith. Six hundred Spanish +courtiers, in robes of white velvet striped with red, +attended the king from Whitehall, and the Knights +of the Garter joined the procession. The queen +was absent, from indisposition. After the long +mass, which lasted till two in the afternoon, the +king and courtiers adjourned to Westminster Hall, +where Cardinal Pole presided over a solemn reconciliation +of the English Church with Rome. Soon +afterwards King Edward's Shrine was restored and +his body replaced therein, several altars were +re-erected, and masses and processions went on as of +old. But Abbot Feckenham—the last mitred abbot +in England—had only ruled for a year when Queen +Elizabeth came to the throne, sent Feckenham to +prison, threw down the stone altars and transformed +the Abbey into the "Collegiate Church of St. Peter, +Westminster," which is still the lawful name of the +edifice.</p> + +<p>Henceforth the Abbey was academic as well +as ecclesiastical, and Elizabeth was very proud of +her Westminster College.</p> + +<p>The old Abbey witnessed some strange scenes +in the times of the Puritans. The ecclesiastical +vestments had been already sold, the tapestries removed +to the Houses of Parliament, the college +plate melted down, and Henry VII.'s Chapel +despoiled of its brass and iron, when, in 1643, the +Abbey was subjected to actual desecration. The +Royalist stories of soldiers smoking and singing +round the communion table, and playing boisterous +games about the church and chapels, have not +been proved. But Sir Robert Harley, who had +taken down the Eleanor crosses at Cheapside and +Charing Cross, destroyed the richly-ornamented +altar erected in memory of Edward VI. The +crown, sceptre, and coronation robes were brought +out of the treasury, and Wither, the poet, was +arrayed in them for the amusement of the party +engaged in the affair. Soon afterwards these historic +national treasures were sold.</p> + +<p>For nearly six years the celebrated Westminster +Assembly of Divines sat in the Chapel of +Henry VII. and the Jerusalem Chamber, compiling +catechisms and confessions of faith, which are +still of authority amongst the Presbyterians. +Whilst the assembly was sitting, Bradshaw (who +sentenced Charles I. to death) was living at the +deanery. He used to be fond of climbing up into +a solitary chamber in the south-western tower, +which was long reputed to be haunted by his +ghost.</p> + +<p>At the Restoration the Protestant services, of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> +course, replaced the Presbyterian ones, and we +catch a glimpse of Charles II. conducted round +the Dean's Yard by the famous Westminster +schoolmaster, Dr. Busby. On this occasion, as +the story goes, the doctor kept his hat on his +head for fear his boys should think there was +a greater man than himself in the world. The +Stuarts had learned nothing from adversity, and +on May 20th, 1688, an occurrence in the Abbey +shows us what was the feeling of the nation. On +that day Dean Sprat began to read King James's +Declaration of Indulgence. Immediately, there +was such a tumultuous noise in the church that +nobody could hear him speak. Before he had +finished, the congregation had disappeared, and only +the officials and Westminster scholars remained +gazing at the dean, who could scarcely hold the +proclamation for trembling.</p> + +<p>I want now to call your attention once more to +the Chapel of Henry VII., in which the banners +of the Knights of the Bath form a conspicuous +feature. We first heard of these knights in connection +with the coronation of Richard II. They rode +in the coronation processions till the end of the +seventeenth century. It was originally the custom +at each coronation for a number of knights to +be created before the royal procession started +from the Tower. For a long time they were not +connected with any special order, but as the +bath formed a conspicuous feature in the ceremonies +of their creation, they gradually assumed +in consequence the name of Knights of the Bath. +The king used to bathe with them, all being +placed in large baths and then wrapped up in +blankets. In 1725 the order was reconstructed; +membership in it was henceforth to be the reward +of merit. William, Duke of Cumberland, +afterwards known as the "Butcher of Culloden," +was the first knight under the new rules. He +was only four years of age, and was accordingly +excused from the bath, but presented his little +sword at the altar. To suit the number of stalls +in the chapel the number of knights was limited +to thirty-six. After the installation ceremonies +the royal cook stood by the Abbey door with a +cleaver, and threatened to strike off the spurs of +any unworthy member of the order. Extensive +alterations were made in the order in 1839, and +no banners have since been added to those +hanging in the chapel. The banner of Earl +Dundonald was taken down in 1814, and kicked +down the chapel steps in consequence of charges +of fraud brought against him. In after years +these charges were disproved, and on the day of +his funeral in 1860, the banner, by command of +the Queen, was again placed in its ancient position.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="Their_Road_To_Fortune" id="Their_Road_To_Fortune"></a>THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.</h2> + +<h4>THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.</h4> + +<h4><i>By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c.</i></h4> + +<h4>CHAPTER X.—EDDIE'S ENEMY.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap095"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><span class="smcap">r. clair</span> was very much surprised +the next morning by a +visit from Mr. Murray. Bertie +had quite forgotten to mention +anything about his meeting +with him till he heard the visitor +announced, and then it was too +late for explanations. It was quite +enough for Uncle Clair and Aunt +Amy to know that he was a friend of +the boys' to ensure a kindly and cordial welcome, +but Eddie looked rather black at the visitor, and +greeted him coldly.</p> + +<p>As the children were on the point of going out, +Mr. Murray said they ought to be off, and not lose +another moment of the morning sunshine. "The +sun and fresh air you get before noon, and the +sleep before midnight, are what make strong, +healthy, wealthy men and women of you," he said; +"so be off, and perhaps I shall find you on the +beach later on."</p> + +<p>Rather reluctantly Eddie followed Bertie, who +was already half-way down the stairs. "I wonder +what he wanted?" he grumbled, when they reached +their favourite haunt beside an old boat just above +high water mark, where Agnes almost directly afterwards +joined them. "To see how badly off we are, I +suppose. I don't like meeting any one who ever +knew us at Riversdale."</p> + +<p>"Why, Eddie?" Bertie asked, in open-mouthed +wonder. "I thought you would be delighted to see +an old friend. I was, I can tell you, when I met +him yesterday."</p> + +<p>"Oh! you saw him before? I suppose you asked +him to come and see us," Eddie cried angrily.</p> + +<p>"No, I didn't; he said he would come himself, +and asked for Uncle Clair's address; and he was +always very good to us, Eddie: he gave me a steam-engine, +don't you remember? and you a box of paints. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +He used to call you a little genius when he came +to Riversdale. He's a dear old man, Agnes," Bertie +added, turning in search of sympathy from his +brother's gloomy face.</p> + +<p>"I don't like any one who knew us when we +were rich to see us now," Eddie cried suddenly. +"They must despise us!"</p> + +<p>"Eddie," Agnes cried, a world of reproach in +her voice, and sudden tears in her soft eyes, +on hearing what he had said, "Eddie dear, how +can you say so? how can you ever think such +dreadful things? as if it matters a bit whether +people are rich or poor, so long as they do +right!"</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;"> +<img src="images/i097.jpg" width="500" height="343" alt="Illustration: "AGNES ... AFTERWARDS JOINED THEM"" title="Illustration: "AGNES ... AFTERWARDS JOINED THEM"" /> +<span class="smcap">"agnes ... afterwards joined them"</span> (<a href="#Page_224"><i>p</i>. 224</a>) +</div> + +<p>"But we're not poor," Bertie cried exultantly: +"that's the fun of it! Why, we have everything +we want, haven't we? Everything," he repeated, +with a comprehensive glance all round, and an +eloquent wave of his somewhat tarry hands. "Why, +we're never cold or hungry, or anything. Eddie +should come to the City for a while, if he wants to +see poor people. Why, I know a fellow in a warehouse +near us—Watts his name is—who has only +one arm, and gets eighteen shillings a week. He +has a wife and a number of children, and he has to +walk four miles every morning to work, and four +home again, because he can't afford fourpence for +a 'bus.' Oh, yes!" he continued; "if Eddie wants +to know what it is to be poor, let him come to the +City!"</p> + +<p>"I thought people in the City were rich," Eddie +said, looking interested for a moment. "Uncle +Gregory said you were to make your fortune."</p> + +<p>"Yes," Bertie replied, slowly and thoughtfully, +"there's a lot of rich people; but it seems as if +there were twenty thousand times more people +very poor. I don't understand it at all."</p> + +<p>"Nor I," said Agnes, in a very low voice; "but +I agree with you, Bertie: we're not poor a bit; but +oh dear! <i>I</i> was poor before poor papa died; we +often had nothing to eat but bread for days, and +such a little mite of fire. But why didn't you tell +us, Bertie, that you met the gentleman yesterday?"</p> + +<p>"Just at first I forgot. You remember when I +went up for that fishing-line and hooks, and +Teddy said we might fish from the chain pier; I +found you all gone there, and I ran after you as +fast as ever I could. While we were fishing I forgot +everything, though I caught nothing, and then, +when I did think of it, I thought perhaps you +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> +wouldn't care to know that our cousins are +here."</p> + +<p>Bertie spoke quickly, with flushed cheeks, averted +eyes, and a good deal of confusion.</p> + +<p>"Our Cousins Dick and Harry Gregory?" Eddie +said quietly.</p> + +<p>"Yes; they and aunt were with Mr. Murray; and +he asked me ever such a lot of questions and said +the funniest things. Of course he never had heard +a word of poor papa's death, and how we had to +leave Riversdale; and how he did pucker his eyebrows +over it! And when I said I was in Uncle +Gregory's office, and you were with Uncle Clair +learning to be an artist, you should see how he +wrinkled his forehead and scowled! Then he +asked me how I came to be here, and I told him, +and how near I came to missing you all, and I +wondered whatever I should have done if I had. +He said I might have had a very happy time with +my cousins: gone in a yacht to the Isle of Wight +and round the Land's End; and I couldn't help +looking surprised. It showed how little <i>he</i> knew +of Aunt Gregory, though he was with her; and then +he said he'd call and see Uncle Clair, and I +forgot to tell him, and that's all. Let us go and +have a swim, Eddie, and perhaps Agnes will like +to rest here for a while."</p> + +<p>For answer, Eddie threw himself on the +smooth pebbly beach, and hiding his face on his +folded arms, sobbed bitterly, wildly almost. Bertie +looked and listened in dumb, helpless amazement. +Eddie crying! it seemed absurd, impossible! +The rough, hardy, resolute boy would not have +cried in such a place for anything, "not," he said +afterwards, in confidence, to Agnes, "not if he had +a tooth pulled out!" and that, in Bertie's idea, was +the climax of human misery, the height of human +endurance. But Eddie's sobs continued for a long +time without either Agnes or Bertie attempting to +offer any consolation, for the simple reason that +they did not know in the least what was the matter +with him. Once, indeed, Agnes ventured to ask +timidly if he were ill, and the answer was such a +rough "No, leave me alone!" that she sat and +looked at Bertie for what seemed two hours, and +was in reality about nine or ten minutes.</p> + +<p>The pains and passions, as well as the pleasures +of childhood are very fleeting, after all, and Eddie +Rivers, in spite of his fifteen years, was a very child, +so that he recovered himself quickly, and looked +round with an expression of shameful defiance; but +on Bertie's puzzled and Agnes' sorrowful face he +saw neither contempt nor amusement, and he +stammered out a sort of apology.</p> + +<p>"I'm very sorry, Bertie, but I could not help it."</p> + +<p>"Poor Eddie!" Agnes whispered sympathetically.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad you are all right, Ted," Bertie cried, +with an uncomfortable feeling in his throat. "I +thought you were going to be really bad."</p> + +<p>"So I was, 'really bad,' Bert," Eddie answered, +with a very unusual accession of gentleness and +humility. "I didn't like anybody or anything a +moment ago; I thought you were very selfish. I +quite disliked those unkind Gregory boys; I thought +Mr. Murray came to see us just to make fun of us. +I was as wicked and miserable as ever I could be, +and I do wish we had our dear ponies, and could +ride every day like other boys, instead of moping +down here on the beach."</p> + +<p>"I thought you liked it, Eddie. I do, over anything," +Bertie replied, looking quite serious; "and +I'm sure if Uncle Clair knew you wanted a pony +badly, he would let you have one. Why didn't you +tell him?"</p> + +<p>Eddie flushed angrily, and turned aside a little +impatiently. "Uncle Clair is far too good to me +already. You don't understand me a bit, Bertie: +you never did; or you either, Agnes—no, you don't. +You are both quite happy and contented, but I'm +not."</p> + +<p>"Why?" Bertie asked. "Do, tell us, Eddie! Oh, +I know! it's because you have an enemy, and I +believe he makes you think all kinds of absurd +things. Just tell me who he is, Ted, and I'll +thrash him," Bertie whispered eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Thrash whom? I don't understand you, Bert." +Eddie looked up with a sudden appearance of +interest, and Agnes drew a little away: she did +not quite understand the turn matters were taking; +but Bertie meant to talk the "enemy" question over +thoroughly, and pulled Agnes back to add her persuasions +to his.</p> + +<p>But Eddie looked so thoroughly amazed, that +Bertie was quite at a loss how to go on. If his +brother had an enemy, he did not seem to know +anything about it; still, there were Uncle Clair's +words: they must mean something; and at last he +repeated them, and said he was determined not to +have poor Eddie worried by any one in the world.</p> + +<p>"Do you know what it means, Agnes? I don't. +Do you know what Uncle Clair meant?"</p> + +<p>"I think I can guess," she replied, without looking +at either of her cousins. "I believe uncle +meant that Eddie's enemy was <i>himself</i>, because you +know, dear, very often you won't let yourself be +happy, and make yourself quite miserable about +nothing at all."</p> + +<p>"Oh!" Eddie said, after a long silence, "do you +think Uncle Clair meant that?"</p> + +<p>"Here he is, and Mr. Murray too," Bertie said, +jumping up, and springing forward, forgetting that +poor Eddie's face still bore traces of his recent +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> +distress, and that Agnes too looked very sad, and +not a bit inclined for company. They had not +Bertie's happy knack of shaking off unpleasant +sensations and being cheerful in a moment. However, +Uncle Clair and Mr. Murray were standing +beside them, and there was nothing for it but to +make the best of the situation, though Eddie, +at least, would have gladly been alone, to think +over Agnes' words, and ask himself if he really +was his own enemy.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XI.—BERTIE GOES BACK TO BUSINESS.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap102"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><span class="smcap">r. murray's</span> conversation with Mr. +Clair had been a long and interesting +one, as far as the boys were concerned. +Mr. Murray heard every particular of Mr. +Rivers' losses which Mr. Clair knew, and also +gained a good insight into the character and +temper of the lads. What he heard of Bertie +pleased him greatly, especially as it agreed exactly +with what Mr. Gregory said; about Eddie he looked +a little grave, and puckered up his forehead for +full five minutes, as Mr. Clair described his restlessness, +discontent, and want of application, and, +worst of all, the foolish idea that he was really very +clever, and very much misunderstood and unappreciated +by his relatives.</p> + +<p>"The boy is fairly clever, but he's not a genius," +Mr. Clair said. "If he would only work, he might +get on; but Eddie prefers to dream noble things +rather than do them; he will spend hours looking at +beautiful pictures, and then nearly break his +childish heart because he can't do something +equally good. His ideas, his ambitions, are +excellent, but he will not work."</p> + +<p>"Is there no other profession he might get on +better at? Would he make a lawyer, or a doctor, do +you think?" Mr. Murray asked.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid not; he really wants to be an artist; +besides, he's so proud and sensitive, that he never +would make his way in the world if he had to mix +with people, and fight for a place. Poor Eddie, I +am sorry for him," Mr. Clair said, kindly. "He +has such an unhappy disposition."</p> + +<p>"And the little girl?" Mr. Murray said. "How +is she provided for? She is Frank Rivers' child, I +think you said?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; and she's the worst off of them all. +Being a girl, and so delicate, I really do not see +what's to become of her if anything should happen +to us. It's a great pity she is not stronger," Mr. Clair +remarked; "she has a wonderful talent for drawing, +and is the most patient, painstaking, intelligent pupil +I ever met. If Eddie had only half her diligence, +he would get on much better."</p> + +<p>Then he heard of the peculiarly solitary life +Bertie led at Kensington, and listened in wonder, +while Mr. Clair said Eddie was never asked to his +uncle's, had never seen his cousins, and that he +did not even know the Gregorys were in Brighton.</p> + +<p>"You see, we are very different sort of people, +Mr. Murray: our tastes, habits, and manner of +life are so widely apart, that it is perhaps all +for the best that we should not meet frequently. +Still, he is Eddie's uncle: the boys are his first +cousins; it seems a little odd that they should +be complete strangers."</p> + +<p>"Odd! why, it's very strange. I can't comprehend +it!" Mr. Murray cried, looking quite fierce. +"I must make them better acquainted. Ah! I've +hit on the very thing. I'm going to take the +Gregory boys for a trip in my yacht along the +south coast; the Rivers lads shall come too. You +must all come: there's nothing to make people +acquainted and set them at their ease like a few +days at sea in a small craft. Promise me you will +join us. We start on Monday morning, and will +land you anywhere, and at any time you like. A +week's cruise would do you all good."</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid you must excuse us, Mr. Murray. +We should not be a very welcome addition to +your party," Uncle Clair said, coldly. "I have no +desire to force my acquaintance on Mr. Gregory."</p> + +<p>"He's not coming with us, in the first <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads "place?"">place</ins>, and +even if he were, I suppose I am at liberty to +choose what guests I please to accompany me on +my trip?" Mr. Murray cried, almost fiercely; "but"—turning +to Mrs. Clair—"we need not discuss +that point: it's the children we were talking about. +It would be a first-rate opportunity for both lads +to make friends with their cousins."</p> + +<p>"Yes," Aunt Amy answered, thoughtfully. "They +have so few friends in the world, poor children, +that it would be a sad pity to miss a chance of increasing +them. I feel half inclined to accept your +kind invitation for the children's sake, but we +have arranged to return home a week from +Monday, and I almost fear my husband's engagements +will not permit him to remain another day."</p> + +<p>"Very well, Mrs. Clair; a week will, I think, be +sufficient for our purpose. I'll find out in that +time what the lads are really made of. I've had so +many boys grow up under my eye, that I can read +them pretty accurately now, and what's more, study +them when they least imagine I'm thinking of +them. As for your husband, he wants three months' +complete rest, and a cruise to the Mediterranean +in my yacht; and he <i>shall</i> have it, later on!" and +Mr. Murray seeming as if he were in a fearful +passion with some one, frowned quite terribly, and +shook his head fiercely, whereas he was only making +a very kind and generous proposal to a poor +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> +artist, who could never afford more than a brief +holiday, and always had, so to speak, to carry +his profession along with him. Mr. Clair, however, +did not seem very pleased with the suggestion, +however much he might like it—and in his own +mind he felt that he really needed just such a +complete rest and change of scene, soft climate, +and freedom from all care and anxiety, to enable +him to shake himself free from a strange feeling +of dulness and languor that had been stealing over +him lately, and a sort of mental depression that +was harder to bear than actual illness. But three +months away from his pupils and work seemed +absolutely out of the question to Mr. Clair, therefore +he did not let his mind dwell on it, but returned +to the question of the children.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 492px;"> +<img src="images/i104.jpg" width="492" height="600" alt="Illustration: "THEY CAME TO THE LITTLE GROUP"" title="Illustration: "THEY CAME TO THE LITTLE GROUP"" /> +<span class="smcap">"they came to the little group"</span> (<a href="#Page_229"><i>p</i>. 229</a>) +</div> + +<p>"While I thank you for your very kind proposal, +Mr. Murray, I'll make no promises; let the boys +choose for themselves. Bertie, of course, must +obtain his Uncle Gregory's permission, as he +promised, without fail, to be back at the office on +Monday morning. I will not ever stand in the +way of the boys' pleasure or profit, but I think it +is truer kindness to have them go along quietly on +the paths they have chosen. Bertie is happy and +contented enough now, but he's a high-spirited +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span> +lad, fond of the sea almost passionately; a voyage, +be it ever so short, may unsettle his mind for the +office. Eddie is discontented enough already; I +don't really see what good can come of it. Of +course, I don't really think that either of the boys +is going to make his fortune, recover Riversdale, +and live there in peace and plenty, ease and indolence, +ever after. That's a pretty poetical little +romance, and serves to cheer the children, and +make their sudden change of circumstance more +bearable, but I know they will have to fight the +battle of life each by himself, and quite unaided. +Neither possesses a magic wand to conjure up a +fortune."</p> + +<p>"And why not, pray? Has not many a London +'prentice lad found that magic wand in honest +hard work and strict integrity? Why not Bertie +Rivers as well as another? But let it be as you +say: leave it to the boys' own choice. Suppose we +go out and find them."</p> + +<p>Mr. Clair went very willingly, and seemed as if +he would be glad to have the whole matter settled. +Aunt Amy smiled encouragingly; she was really +anxious that the young cousins should know and +love each other, and felt almost sure that Eddie +would be much happier if he had some friends of +his own age, especially if they were clever boys, +who would make him feel anxious to shine in +their eyes, and excel at least in his beloved painting, +and that he talked so much of and performed +so little.</p> + +<p>Mr. Murray and Mr. Clair had not joined the +children on the beach many minutes before +Uncle Gregory came along with his two sons, +one walking demurely on either side. When they +came to the little group sitting and lounging in +somewhat undignified fashion under the lee of the +old tarry boat, they paused, Mr. Gregory looking +somewhat astonished and scandalised at seeing +his old friend Mr. Murray—Murray and Co., +one of the most respected "houses" in the City +of London—sprawling full-length, with his hat +over his eyes, while Mr. Clair made an accurate +two-inch sketch of him; but no matter what +Mr. Murray did or said, he was in a sense privileged, +and Mr. Gregory greeted him cordially, +shook hands with Mr. Clair a little more stiffly, +and introduced his sons. Bertie, at the first approach +of his uncle Gregory, had edged to the +other side of the boat, and watched the proceedings +with an amused twinkle in his eyes, that +peered about half an inch over the keel. Eddie +was gravely polite, Agnes painfully shy, and Uncle +Clair seemed to have become quite a grand gentleman +too in a moment; but Mr. Murray never +moved, and actually asked Mr. Gregory to sit +down, pointing to a vacant scrap of pebbly beach, +and indicating the tarry boat as something to lean +against. At the proposition Bertie disappeared +altogether: it was too absurd to see Uncle Gregory's +expression of wonder, and he had to stuff his cap +into his mouth to avoid laughing aloud, but Mr. +Murray did not seem to mind a bit.</p> + +<p>"Rather stand, eh? Yes, of course; I dare say +you do get sitting down enough. I was just +wanting to see you, to ask a favour. Can you give +this lad—where is he, Bertie"—Bertie emerged +solemn-faced, and rather scared, from the other +side of the boat, and bowed to his uncle—"can +you give this youngster another week's holiday? I +want him and his brother, and this lassie here, to +come for a sail with your boys. Mr. and Mrs. Clair +have also kindly promised to join us for a week, so +that we shall be quite a pleasant party, eh, lads? +You would like it."</p> + +<p>Dick and Harry Gregory instinctively drew +nearer to their father, and their faces expressed +anything but lively satisfaction at the proposal. +On the other side, Eddie and Agnes had glanced +at each other, and edged behind Uncle Clair, who +had resumed his sketching; only Eddie and Mr. +Gregory looked straight at each other, and old +Mr. Murray from under his shaggy eyebrows +watched them both.</p> + +<p>"Well, Bertie, would you like to go on this excursion +very much?" Uncle Gregory asked, in his +hardest voice, and with his most chilling smile.</p> + +<p>"No, thank you, uncle. I would rather go back +to the office on Monday morning."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Bert," Eddie whispered, giving his +brother's hand a hearty squeeze. "Of course we +can't go without you."</p> + +<p>Indeed, Bertie's words seemed to have brought +a sort of relief to the whole party. Mr. Gregory's +smile was quite pleasant as he laid his hand on the +boy's head.</p> + +<p>"You're quite right," he said, genially. "You +and I are business people, and can't afford taking +holidays at random. We will go up to town together, +Bertie, on Monday morning, and I hope +the others will enjoy their trip."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure Eddie will not care to go without +Bertie," Uncle Clair said, rising. "We must only +wait for some more favourable opportunity for +becoming better acquainted with your lads, Mr. +Gregory. Now, children, it's dinner-time, and +your Aunt Amy will be waiting. If you will join +us"—turning to Uncle Gregory—"it will give us +much pleasure."</p> + +<p>"Not to-day, thank you, as I have an engagement; +but Mrs. Gregory will take an early opportunity +of waiting on Mrs. Clair;" and after a great +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> +many ceremonious bows and smiles, they separated; +Mr. Gregory, his sons, and Mr. Murray (frowning, +shaking his head, clenching his hands in the most +ridiculous manner) going one way, Uncle Clair, +with Agnes clinging to his arm, and Eddie and Bertie +behind, hurrying away in the opposite direction; +but not a single word was spoken till they reached +the house, and then Aunt Amy saw by their faces +that the old gentleman's good-natured plan had +failed, for that time, at least; but if she thought for +a moment that Mr. Murray gave up an idea so +easily after once forming it, it showed that she +knew nothing whatever either of his goodness of +heart or force of character.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XII.—AN EXCITING ADVENTURE.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap109"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">hough</span> Bertie looked cheerful enough +as he walked with Uncle Clair and Eddie +to the railway station on Monday +morning, he could not help feeling very sorry at +having to leave Brighton. The weather was +so glorious, the sea all rippling and dancing in +the morning sunshine, the streets so full of +merry pleasure-seekers, that going back to the +office in Mincing Lane was dull enough. They +Were very sorry to lose him, too: there could be no +mistake about that; ever since he had so promptly +declined for them all Mr. Murray's invitation, they +felt a sort of respectful admiration for him, though +from very different reasons. Uncle Clair thought +it was very sensible to return to town when his +Uncle Gregory so clearly wished it; Eddie and +Agnes thought it was quite splendid of him to have +saved them from becoming more intimately acquainted +with their cousins; while the latter, in their +lofty, patronising way, considered Bertie was not +such a bad sort of fellow, and they would be kinder +to him when they got back home, but they certainly +did not want to have to introduce him to their +Eton friends, Lionel and Arthur Delamere, whom +Mr. Murray had given them leave to invite. They +would be sure to ask where Eddie and Bertie went +to school, and so, of course, hear all about the office; +besides, Eddie looked so proud and reserved, he +would hardly prove an agreeable companion, nor +was Mr. Clair regarded very favourably. Mr. +Murray was more annoyed by the failure of his +plan than any one else, and yet he felt in a way +that Bertie was quite right, for his Uncle Gregory +would not easily have forgiven him had he acted +differently.</p> + +<p>Mr. Gregory was not at the station when they +arrived, but just as the train was starting he came +up, and after one quick glance up and down the +platform, entered a carriage without having recognised +Uncle Clair or Eddie, and Bertie found himself +in a compartment with several strange gentlemen, +who each had a newspaper that he turned +over eagerly, and Bertie could not help wishing +that he too had something to read, though I think +he would have preferred either Don Quixote or +Robinson Crusoe. Then he fell to wondering +what Eddie and Agnes were doing: whether they +were on the beach reading or sketching, and thinking +how nice it would be to meet them at the +station on next Saturday afternoon, when they purposed +returning home, have the cabs all engaged, +and then go back with them to Fitzroy Square. +After a time his head fell back into the corner, and +from thinking, Bertie fell into a pleasant dream, +from which he was aroused by a gentle touch. A +gentleman was searching for a small bag, which +had slipped behind Bertie.</p> + +<p>"Sorry to trouble you; thanks," he said, when he +had found it. Then leaning forward towards the +gentleman opposite, he took out a packet of papers +neatly tied up. "It's very provoking," he said. "I +came down here on Saturday to get the governor's +signature, and could not find trace or tidings of +him. He left an hour before I arrived, and if I +don't find him somewhere in town to-day, it will be +a serious loss to our firm."</p> + +<p>"You can afford it," the gentleman said, +smiling.</p> + +<p>"Yes; but our manager will be none the less +angry about it. However, I can't help it;" and +then they talked about the money market and +other matters, till Bertie fell asleep again, and did +not awake till they reached London Bridge. +There Mr. Gregory saw him, and gave him a seat in +his hansom, and the last thing Bertie saw as he left +the platform was the gentleman with his little black +bag in his hand, hurrying along as if for his life.</p> + +<p>Bertie was very busy that morning: there were +a great many letters to be addressed and notices +copied out; his uncle seemed hasty and impatient, +spoke harshly, and once or twice said he believed +Bertie had left his brains in Brighton. Then the +office was very stuffy and gloomy, for though the +day was bright enough outside, very little sunshine +found its way through the dusty ground glass +windows of the office in Mincing Lane. Never +in his life had Bertie so longed for luncheon-time; +his head ached, and more than once a great lump +seemed to grow suddenly in his throat as he +thought of his past holidays; but the City at +luncheon-time is not the best possible place for +dreaming or moping, and before he had gone a +hundred yards from the office door he came into +violent collision with a gentleman running down +the steps of another office, who, without pausing +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> +even to apologise, sprang into a cab that was +waiting, without observing that he had dropped +a small leather bag he held in his hand. Bertie, +whose hat had been knocked off in the encounter, +stooped to pick it up, picked up the +bag at the same time, and glanced at the hansom +fast disappearing amongst the crowd of others. +It was no use to shout, much less to run, but +having begun to learn to think, he acted with +a good deal of decision. Hailing another cab +that chanced to be near, he bade the driver +follow the one that had just started, as the +gentleman had dropped something, and the cabby, +who had witnessed the whole transaction, nodded +and drove on; but a few minutes had been lost; +the first vehicle was a private one, with a good +horse, Bertie's was a worn-out old creature, +that ought not to have been in harness at all, so +that it was just as much as the driver could +do to keep it in sight. In the City, owing to +several blocks, they almost lost it; and when +they got into more fashionable regions amongst +the less-frequented streets and quiet squares of the +West End, matters were still worse, but at length, +turning suddenly round a corner, they saw the identical +cab standing before a large, gloomy-looking +house, and its occupant speaking hurriedly to +another gentleman on the steps. Bertie sprang +out and ran up, flushed, breathless, and excited.</p> + +<p>"If you please, sir, you dropped this in Mincing +Lane," he said, "and I followed you as quickly as +ever I could."</p> + +<p>One of the gentlemen uttered a little cry of +dismay, and almost staggered against the railing +for support. In his hurry and confusion, his eagerness +to deliver a pressing message, and get the +documents back to the City, he had not discovered +their loss at all. The other gentleman caught the +boy by the arm, and then uttered an exclamation +of still greater astonishment. "Oh! Bertie Rivers, +I see. So you found my clerk's bag?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," Bertie replied, very much surprised +to discover in the same moment that one speaker +was Mr. Murray, the other the gentleman who had +come up in the train with him that morning, the +bag the very one that had excited his curiosity on +two previous occasions, and caused him to be +disturbed from his pleasant dream.</p> + +<p>"How did you know the person it belonged to? +Why did you come here with it?" Mr. Murray +asked, after a keen, searching glance at Bertie's +face. He was a shrewd, suspicious old gentleman, +who had been deceived many times in his life, +much imposed upon, and therefore very cautious of +whom he trusted. Still, Bertie Rivers' face was +truthful and frank enough to satisfy anybody as +he replied that he did not know in the least to +whom the bag belonged; "but I was going to my +luncheon, sir, and I ran against this gentleman; my +hat got knocked off, and when I stooped to pick it +up I saw the bag. I felt sure the gentleman +dropped it, and I called; but he had driven off, +so I just hailed another hansom, and told the +driver to follow the one just started. He said, 'I +saw it all,' and drove as quick as he could, and—that's +all, sir."</p> + +<p>"No, no, there's something more; you must tell +me all about it presently," and Mr. Murray pushed +Bertie before him into a magnificent library. +"You sit there for ten minutes, while I see to +this business," and he turned to the clerk, who +had followed him. "Give me the papers, and +while I sign them thank that lad. He has done +you a good turn to-day."</p> + +<p>The clerk thanked Bertie cordially, and at length +Mr. Murray stood up, thrust the papers into the +bag, and with a curious glance, which seemed to +say plainly, "I'll see you later on about this," +dismissed the man by a wave of his hand, then +he turned to Bertie, and caught him glancing at +the clock with much uneasiness.</p> + +<p>"Now then, boy, you have done me a very great +service to-day; what can I do for you in return?"</p> + +<p>Bertie flushed, hung his head, and then looked +up resolutely. "If you would be so kind as to +pay the cabman," he stammered. "I forgot when +I engaged him that I had spent nearly all my +pocket-money, and it takes three days to get any +from the savings' bank, and I—I couldn't ask +Uncle Gregory."</p> + +<p>"Of course not; besides, the cab came here on +<i>my</i> business: it's <i>my</i> duty to pay him, else I would +not do it. Here, run out and give him this," and +Mr. Murray handed him a sovereign; "then come +back to me."</p> + +<p>"Please, sir, will you excuse me?" Bertie said +earnestly. "I am so afraid to be late."</p> + +<p>"It can't be helped this time, Bertie. You +must have something to eat, and I'm going into the +City presently, and will call and explain matters to +your uncle; but you must go in first and tell your +own story, because I don't want to deprive you of +his praise when he hears what a shrewd, honest +boy you've been. Come on, and have luncheon +with me, and tell me why you said you preferred +returning to the office to going for a week's cruise +in my yacht. I am really very anxious, Bertie +Rivers, to know what good reason you could have +had for that very strange decision of yours. Were +you afraid of offending your Uncle Gregory?"</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>To be continued.</i>)</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="All_About_Snails" id="All_About_Snails"></a>ALL ABOUT SNAILS.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i113.jpg" width="600" height="390" alt="All About Snails" title="All About Snails" /> +</div> + +<p><span class="dropcap113"><span class="dropcap">G</span></span><span class="smcap">erman</span> +country children have a quaint little +rhyme to ask the snail to put out his horns. +Translated, its meaning is like this:—</p> +<p> +<span class="two">"Snail, snail, your four horns show,<br /></span> +<span class="two">Show me the four, and don't say 'No,'<br /></span> +<span class="two">Or I shall pitch you into the ditch,<br /></span> +<span class="two">And the crows that come to the ditch to sup,<br /></span> +<span class="two">Will gobble you up, gobble you up!"<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>In some parts of the south of England the children invite the snail out +still less politely. They chant over and over:—</p> + +<p> +<span class="two">"Snail, snail, come out of your hole,<br /></span> +<span class="two">Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal!"<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>This sounds very cruel, but they can't mean it, can they? +Near Exeter the country children have a more fanciful rhyme:—</p> + +<p> +<span class="two">"Snail, snail, shove out your horns,<br /></span> +<span class="four">Father and mother are dead,<br /></span> +<span class="two">Brother and sister are in the back-yard,<br /></span> +<span class="four">Begging for barley-bread."<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>The snail's parents and relations are meant, not their own. This reminds us of what the little brown +Italian children say in Naples; they sing to the snail to look out and show his horns, as the snail-mamma +is laughing at him because she has now a better little snail at home. In some parts of the south of +Ireland there is a prettier rhyme than any of these, and it asks him to come out to see a great visitor:—</p> + +<p> +<span class="two">"Shell-a-muddy, shell-a-muddy,<br /></span> +<span class="four">Put out your horns,<br /></span> +<span class="two">For the king's daughter is coming to town,<br /></span> +<span class="two">In a red petticoat and a green gown!"<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>The children who sing these rhymes think that if only they sing them often enough, the horns will be +put out at last. They have picked up the snail, and he has tucked himself into his shell. After awhile, +when his first fright has worn off, perhaps he puts out his head just to see where he is, or to look if the +big live thing that startled him has gone away.</p> + +<p>The four snails in the picture have come out for a walk by the light of the moon; they like to go +out on fine dry nights, because when the weather is dry they have been all day hidden in some corner of +a lane or garden. On wet days in summer weather they go out at all hours, always carrying their little +shell-houses on their backs, and ready at a moment's notice to tuck themselves in, horns and all. One +notices the two long horns most, but they have another pair of very small ones as well. In winter they +sleep all the time in some crevice of an old garden wall, or in a little hole in the ground covered with +moss and leaves.</p> + +<p>We often hear of "fattening-up" geese and turkeys, but how funny it sounds to talk of fattening up +a snail. The Romans, long, long ago, kept snails in special gardens and fattened them on meal and +boiled wine, and ate them at their feasts. There are still snail-gardens in many places on the Continent, +but they are not fed on boiled wine now. In England, as late as James the First's time, they were made +into a favourite dish with sauce and spices. The Italian peasants think large brown snails a great treat; +and the gipsies in many places make dinners and suppers of the common little "shell-a-muddies." A +larger kind are sold still at Covent Garden Market, London, to be taken as a cure by people who are ill.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Little_Margarets_Kitchen" id="Little_Margarets_Kitchen"></a>LITTLE <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads "MARGARET'S." with a full stop">MARGARET'S</ins> KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.—X.</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Phillis Browne</span>, <i>Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do," &c.</i></p> + +<p><span class="dropcap115"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><span class="smcap">pple</span> fritters to-day," said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"Yes, apple fritters to-day," +replied Mary. "Won't it be +delightful, miss?"</p> + +<p>"Let me see," said Mrs. +Herbert, coming into the +room at the moment, "we +are going to make something +special to-day. Whatever is +it?"</p> + +<p>"Apple fritters!" said both the children +in one breath.</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, to be sure! It is apple fritters. You +would not like to broil a mutton chop instead, +would you, Margaret?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly not, mother!"</p> + +<p>"Then we must take broiling for our next lesson. +It will be all the better, for I see cook has put the +apples and the materials for the batter ready for +us. So let us set to work."</p> + +<p>"But, mother, what do you think?" said Margaret, +as she came up to the table and looked round, +"cook has made the batter for us; and we wanted +to make it ourselves. Is it not a pity?"</p> + +<p>"Cook has partly made it, dear, because I told +her to do so. Batter is best when mixed some +time before it is wanted. The whites of eggs, +however, are not put in until a few minutes before +the batter is used; so that part of making the batter +has been left for you."</p> + +<p>"It does not signify very much," said Mary; "we +learnt how to make batter when we made pancakes."</p> + +<p>"This batter is not made in the same way, +though, as pancake-batter," said Mrs. Herbert. +"This is frying-batter, and it is mixed differently. +I will tell you how to mix it, and you must try to +remember."</p> + +<p>"We will write it down," said Margaret. "I +have written down all the recipes you have given +us, so far, in a copy-book, and I am going to keep +them as long as I live."</p> + +<p>"A very good plan. Listen then. Put a quarter +of a pound of flour, with a pinch of salt, into a bowl, +pour in two table-spoonfuls of salad-oil, stir a little +of the flour with this, and add a gill (which is a +quarter of a pint, you know) of tepid water. Beat +the batter till it is quite smooth and no lumps +remain. Thus much cook has done for us."</p> + +<p>"Tepid water is water that is not hot enough to +burn, is it not, ma'am?" said Mary, inquiringly.</p> + +<p>"That is not at all a safe rule to lay down. I +should say, tepid water is made by mixing two +parts of cold with one part boiling water."</p> + +<p>"Shall I strain off and beat the whites of the +eggs, mother?" said Margaret; "I can do that, you +know."</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear. You will need the whites of two eggs, +and they must be beaten till very stiff. When they +are ready you mix them lightly into the batter. +Meantime Mary can peel the apples. Peel the +skin off very thinly, Mary, and stamp out the core +with the little instrument called the apple-corer. +You see, it does the business very quickly. If we +had no apple-corer, we should either have to scoop +out the core with the point of a knife, when we +should be in danger of cutting our fingers, or we +should have to take it from the slices separately. +These apples must be cut in slices across the +core, you understand, before we can make the +fritters."</p> + +<p>"How thick must the slices be, please, ma'am?" +said Mary.</p> + +<p>"Not thick at all. They must be as thin as you +can cut them to keep them whole. You will do +very well if you can cut them all evenly, thin as a +shilling. Do you see that we wish to cook the +apple inside, as well as the batter outside it, and +the thinner it is the more quickly it will cook?"</p> + +<p>Very busily Mary worked, but Margaret had +beaten her egg-whites, and stirred them in, long +before she had finished.</p> + +<p>"May I help Mary, mother?" then said Margaret, +who did not enjoy waiting.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear; you can prepare one apple, if you like. +Before doing so, however, put the fat on the fire. +It was strained into a fresh saucepan to be ready +for us. It will take a little time to boil; but we +must use it the moment it boils. Remember that +every minute, I might say every second, that fat +remains on the fire after it boils, and without being +used, it is spoiling."</p> + +<p>"You will have to be quick, mother, if you are +going to use the fat as soon as it boils;" said +Margaret after a minute or two. "It is boiling +already; see, it is bubbling all over. What shall I +do? Shall I take it off the fire?"</p> + +<p>"It does not boil yet, dear; wait till it boils."</p> + +<p>"But, mother, look. It is bubbling fast. Oh, +no, it is not; it is quieting down. How very strange! +and I had not lifted it from the fire."</p> + +<p>"This is exactly what I wanted you to find out. +Water, when it boils, bubbles and spirts; fat is still +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span> +when it boils. If you watch this fat, it will become +quite still."</p> + +<p>"How shall we know, then, when it boils?"</p> + +<p>"By watching it carefully. When you see a thin +blue fume rising from it, it is hot enough. That +is the sign. If you do not look closely it may +escape your notice, for it is only a thin fume you +want, not a thick smoke. If we were to let the fat +remain till it smoked it would be spoilt."</p> + +<p>"Oh dear, how careful we have to be!" said +Margaret.</p> + +<p>"The slices of apple are quite ready, ma'am," said +Mary.</p> + +<p>"And the batter is quite ready," said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"I see too, that cook has put a dish with kitchen +paper on it for us to put the fritters on as they are +fried. And there is the fume. Do you see it, +children?"</p> + +<p>"No, I see nothing," said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"And I see nothing," said Mary.</p> + +<p>"Look closely. Hold this piece of black paper +behind, that will help you. Be quick, we must not +let the fat burn."</p> + +<p>"Oh yes, I think I see something," said Margaret, +who seemed rather bewildered. "But I thought——"</p> + +<p>"Think and work together, dear; we have no time +to lose. Take a slice of apple on a skewer, dip it +in the batter, and when it is completely covered, lift +it up and drop it in the fat. Now do the same to +another, and another. You can fry two or three +at once if only you are careful that the fritters do +not touch. As the batter blows out and forms +fritters, turn them over that they may be equally +coloured on both sides. They must be very pale +brown, or rather fawn-coloured; on no account let +them get very brown."</p> + +<p>"How shall we get them out?" said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"Lift them by the skewer, and put them straight +away on the paper to drain. You should put everything +on kitchen paper after frying before you dish +it; do not let things lie one on top of another, or +they will be spoilt."</p> + +<p>"There, all the first ones are out," said Mary. +"Shall we put some more slices of apple in?"</p> + +<p>"Wait a moment. You see there are two or +three little specks of batter which have got away +all by themselves in the fat. We must take them +out at once with the skimmer, or they will burn and +spoil the colour of our fat. Also we must let the fat +get hot again, watching for the fume between each +relay, because the cold batter and the cold apple +will make our fat a little cool. It will heat in a +moment or two, but we must have it properly hot, +or the fritters will be greasy."</p> + +<p>"I should have thought they would have been +greasy with being put into such a quantity of fat," +said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"No fear of that, if only the fat is hot enough. +If the fat is not hot, they will be most unpleasant; +but if the fat is hot the heat will cook the outside so +quickly that the grease cannot get in, while that +which is on the surface will dry instantly."</p> + +<p>"How quickly the fritters are cooked!" said +Mary. "I never saw anything like it."</p> + +<p>"I thing frying fritters is even more interesting +than frying pancakes," said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"How pretty the fritters look, and how crisp they +feel when we take them out!" said Mary.</p> + +<p>"They will not remain crisp very long, though, +not more than five minutes," said Mrs. Herbert. +"We must send them in to grandmamma as quickly +as possible, if we wish her to have them in perfection. +That is why we make so much haste in +frying, for fritters have lost their excellence when +they have lost their crispness."</p> + +<p>"I suppose when we have dried them on the +kitchen paper we had better dish them and put +them in the oven to keep hot, ma'am."</p> + +<p>"No, put them in the screen; they will keep +crisper than in the oven. We shall not need to put +them anywhere for more than a minute, however, +for they are just done. Dish them in a circle, sift +a little white sugar on, and they are ready."</p> + +<p>"I have enjoyed making apple fritters very +much," said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"That is well. The best of it is that when you +have learnt to make apple fritters you can make +fritters of any kind of fruit, for all the fruit fritters +are made in the same way. Some fruits are dipped +in sugar before being put in the batter, and it needs +practice to keep the batter over them. Sometimes +fruit is soaked in syrup. Then it must be dried +before being dipped in the batter."</p> + +<p>"I suppose it would not do to fry meat in batter, +would it?" said Mary.</p> + +<p>"Certainly it would. You can try it, if you like, +one day."</p> + +<p>"I should like, very much."</p> + +<p>"Very well. Never do anything of this sort +unless I am with you though, dear, for fear you +should burn yourself. Hot water is very hot, +and a little spilt on your hand would pain you very +much, but hot fat would pain you much more, and +when it is used, a little carelessness might end in +a serious accident. Therefore I think small cooks +like you ought not to practise frying unless an +older person is present to see that everything is +safe."</p> + +<p>Cook passed through the kitchen as this was said, +and the remark evidently met with her approval.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>To be continued.</i>)</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="What_The_Magic_Words_Meant" id="What_The_Magic_Words_Meant"></a>WHAT THE MAGIC WORDS MEANT.</h2> + +<h4>A FAIRY STORY.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap120"><span class="dropcap">"It</span></span> +wasn't here last night? and how did it get +here? and who nailed it up? and what does +it mean?" said Lilla.</p> + +<p>"I didn't nail it up," answered a Magpie, +who hopped about from morning +till night in Lilla's garden, and +never left off chattering.</p> + +<p>"Of course not," returned +Lilla; "I did not suppose that +you did. But I should like to +understand the meaning of it."</p> + +<p>And she gazed up at a great +white board that had been fastened +to the garden wall. There +were several words upon the +board, and Lilla softly repeated +them.</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 210px;"> +<img src="images/i119.jpg" width="210" height="600" alt="Illustration: THERE WERE SEVERAL WORDS UPON THE BOARD." title="Illustration: THERE WERE SEVERAL WORDS UPON THE BOARD." /> +<p class="center smcap">"there were several words upon the board"</p> +</div> + +<p>"Air, all, and, and, earth, go, +if, know, me, of, sea, so, through, +will, you, you."</p> + +<p>"What nonsense! No sense +in it at all," said Lilla; "yet they +are arranged alphabetically, <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note -- the original reads: "air, with quotation marks">air,</ins> +all, two <i>and's</i>, and two <i>you's</i> to +finish with."</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't begin to calculate +the words, or do it quicker," said +the Magpie impatiently. "Four +fours sixteen. There are just +sixteen of them: that is multiplication."</p> + +<p>"But not four of each sort," replied +Lilla; "only one of most of +them. I wish I knew the exact +meaning of it all. The only bit +of sense I can make out is +'Through will you,' but then +there are two <i>you's</i>."</p> + +<p>"That is one <i>you</i> for you, and +one <i>you</i> for me," answered the +Magpie. "What you have got +to do is to put all the words into +a box, and shake them well up, +and we'll go through together."</p> + +<p>"Oh!—where?—why—?" exclaimed Lilla, as her +foot struck against a silver box with the lid open; +and on the ground lay a heap of cards with the +words she had read printed upon them. She +looked up at the board. There were no longer +any words there, so of course they had fallen down.</p> + +<p><span class="two">"Pick them up, and put them in,<br /></span> +<span class="two">And you will then the game begin,"<br /></span></p> + +<p>said the Magpie, who thought he was wonderfully +clever as he said this to Lilla.</p> + +<p>"Is it like making words from letters?" asked Lilla.</p> + +<p>"Not at all. There you have to think and find +out. Here you have nothing to +do but to shake, and when you +have shaken long enough, the +result will come."</p> + +<p>"How shall I know how many +times to shake?"</p> + +<p>"You won't know," returned +the Magpie; "no one will know +but the box itself, and the box +can tell to a quarter of a shake +the right time. Now—through!"</p> + +<p>"Through what?"</p> + +<p>"Through the board, of course," +replied the Magpie. "What else +is it meant for?"</p> + +<p>"But the thick wall is behind +the board, and then the houses! +This is not country; it is the +town."</p> + +<p>"Pooh!" said the Magpie. +"Have I learned human speech +for nothing? Now——"</p> + +<p>And he flew at the board, +giving it a gentle peck; and as +he did so the board split in two, +and the crack widened, until it +made an opening large enough +for Lilla, with the Magpie on her +shoulder, to pass through.</p> + +<h4>II.</h4> + +<p>Where?</p> + +<p>Ah! that cannot be told until +one has heard about the little +boy who lived far away in a +country that Lilla had never +heard of, for she knew nothing +about geography. She only knew +about the town in which she +lived, and that there was a long +street in it, and a great cathedral, where she heard +music issuing forth as she stood outside it; but she +had never been inside, nor had she ever been in any +of the grand toy-shops in the street. She had stood +gazing in at the windows, and wishing for the dolls, +and the dolls'-houses, and the boxes of lambs, and +the work-baskets with silver thimbles in them; +but there was no one to give her any of these fine +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> +things. She lived with an old woman, who was +always scolding her, and who was especially angry +if she tore her frock or soiled her paletot.</p> + +<p class="smcap">he had also a good old grandfather.</p> + +<div class="wrap_area"> +<img src="images/i122.jpg" width="380" height="369" alt="HE HAD ALSO A GOOD OLD GRANDFATHER." title="HE HAD ALSO A GOOD OLD GRANDFATHER." /> + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 390px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 385px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 360px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 335px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 310px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 290px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 270px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 255px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 250px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 255px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 280px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 290px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 295px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 290px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 250px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 210px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 175px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 120px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p>Now, with Rollo, the little boy, it was quite different; +he had a mother who was very kind to +him, and gave him as many playthings as he +wanted. He had also a good old grandfather and +a little sister who used to pull his long curls and +kiss his rosy cheeks. And Rollo was very happy.</p> + +<p>But one day these three died, and Rollo was left +alone. Of +course Rollo +sat down +and cried very +bitterly: +there was +nothing else +for him to +do, as he +was but a +small boy +then. He +cried for a +long time, +and then the +sun looked +in upon him, +and pitied +him, and also +dried the +tears upon +his cheeks. +Then the sea +rolled up on +to the shore, +and sang +"Lullaby, +lullaby," so +sweetly, that +Rollo fell +fast asleep. +And when he was asleep, the Wind came, and took +him in his arms, and carried him away over the +hills and valleys, and the great shining lakes and +rivers, away, away.</p> + +<p>And when Rollo awoke from his sleep, he found +himself in a beautiful country, where fruit was ever +to be found upon the trees, and the flowers were +always in bloom. The sun, the wind, the earth, +and the sea had said, "He shall be our child."</p> + +<p>So Rollo was well taken care of, and nothing +harmed him.</p> + +<p>And it was in this very same beautiful country +to which Rollo had been carried by the Wind that +Lilla suddenly found herself when she stepped +through the board with the Magpie on her shoulder.</p> + +<h4>III.</h4> + +<p>"It isn't the town, you see," said the Magpie; +"there's not a house near, and there's nothing but +country, country everywhere."</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's lovely!" said Lilla, clasping her hands; +and then suddenly remembering the silver box, she +said—</p> + +<p>"Shall I shake it?"</p> + +</div> + +<p>The Magpie nodded, and repeated these words—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ay, shake away; ay, shake away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">You p'r'aps must shake for many a day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the end comes to our play.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But shake away, 'twill make us gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And help to cheer us on our way."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"The box?" exclaimed +Lilla.</p> + +<p>"No, what's in it. It's a +magic spell, and when you can +spell it out the spell will be accomplished." +As "accomplished" was a +long word for the Magpie to say, he said +it twice or thrice, whilst Lilla kept shaking +the box, for she was very impatient to know +what the end would be.</p> + +<p>The Magpie fluttered his wings, and put +his head on one side, muttering—</p> + +<p>"Not yet, not yet."</p> + +<h4>IV.</h4> + +<p>There came a burst of low sweet music, +as if the south wind were murmuring through +the strings of many Æolian harps. And +chiming in with the music came the far-off +roar of the ocean. Then a flood of sunshine fell +over the earth, and the roses burst into bloom, +so did the eglantine, that had been hiding away +till the sun gave the signal.</p> + +<p>"Rollo passes by," said the Magpie.</p> + +<p>"Rollo?"</p> + +<p>"The child beloved by earth and sea and wind," +said the Magpie. "Give the box a shake, and look +up."</p> + +<p>Lilla did as she was desired.</p> + +<p>"I only see a purple cloud," she said. "Does +Rollo come from the clouds?"</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Rollo lives here, so do not fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Multiphobus his course can steer,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>answered the Magpie, looking straight at Lilla. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/i124.jpg" width="500" height="279" alt="Illustration: LILLA ... PERCEIVED ... AN EXTRAORDINARY ANIMAL." title="Illustration: LILLA ... PERCEIVED ... AN EXTRAORDINARY ANIMAL." /> +<p class="center smcap">"lilla ... perceived ... an extraordinary animal."</p> +</div> + +<p>"Multi——" and here Lilla stopped. She had +never heard the word before.</p> + +<p>"The Multiphobus," said the Magpie; and he +spelt it over for her.</p> + +<p>"Yes, the Multiphobus. What is a Multiphobus?"</p> + +<p>"A creature that can do many things. He can +live on the earth or in the sea or in the air. He +can run, swim, or fly, just as Rollo wishes. Rollo +is riding on the Multiphobus now. If you look +up into the air you will see him."</p> + +<p>Lilla looked up, and perceived that what she had +taken for a great purple cloud sailing through the +sky was in reality an extraordinary animal, partly +like a panther, partly like a hippopotamus, partly +like a bat and an eagle, for it had wings, claws, and +feathers. And seated on its breast, with one arm +round its neck, and nestling +close to it, was a boy +with a deerskin bound +round him, and a crown +of gay feathers on his +head.</p> + +<p>Though the Multiphobus +had an ugly face, yet +he was evidently amiable, +and he and Rollo appeared +to be talking together.</p> + +<p>The Magpie nodded +approvingly, but Lilla felt +a little alarmed at so +enormous and nondescript +an animal; and she trembled +so much that the box +shook, and the words +rattled violently inside.</p> + +<p>"They want to get out," +she said; "shall I open +the lid?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly not," replied +the Magpie; "they will +come out of themselves when it is time. +Stand still, and watch the Multiphobus +descending."</p> + +<p>It was easy to say "stand still," but +not so easy for Lilla to do so; she +shook and shivered, and could only +keep herself steady by supporting herself +against the trunk of a tall pine-tree.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the Multiphobus ceased to +work his wings, but he stretched them +out to their full extent, and then dropped +quietly to the ground. When he touched +the earth, his wings fell off, and he looked +like an ordinary quadruped.</p> + +<p>"He has only to say 'Wings,' and +they come to him at once," explained the Magpie.</p> + +<p>But Lilla scarcely heard him; she was in a greater +fright than ever. Not only did the Multiphobus +look more huge, but at that moment a sharp-nosed +Wolf appeared in sight, and Lilla's box rattled so +loudly that she was afraid he would hear it, and +look round at her.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i125.jpg" width="600" height="443" alt="Illustration: ROLLO ... ADVANCED TO MEET HIM." title="Illustration: ROLLO ... ADVANCED TO MEET HIM." /> +<p class="center smcap">"rollo ... advanced to meet him."</p> +</div> + +<p>She could not keep it still.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"No matter, no matter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If it does make a clatter,"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>said the Magpie.</p> + +<p>"Will the Wolf hurt Rollo?" asked Lilla.</p> + +<p>But the Magpie only whistled.</p> + +<h4>V.</h4> + +<p>And the Wolf, who walked slowly along, drew +nearer and nearer to Rollo. And Rollo, having +taken off his feather crown, advanced to meet him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +"What tidings, friend Wolf?" said Rollo; +"what have you come to tell us?"</p> + +<p>"There are strangers in the land," answered the +Wolf, "and I come to warn you."</p> + +<p>The Multiphobus sprang up with a growl, and +Lilla almost shrieked, while the box rattled and +rattled till it nearly jumped out of her hand.</p> + +<p>"It will go, it will go!" said she.</p> + +<p>"Hold it fast!" whispered the Magpie; "hold it +fast!</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'On it will depend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What may be the end.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come with me to the tree,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then we shall see.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"To the tree where Rollo and the Multiphobus +are standing?" asked Lilla.</p> + +<p>"Where else?" asked +the Magpie.</p> + +<p>Lilla became nervous, +and spoke in disjointed +sentences.</p> + +<p>"Oh no, no, no! I cannot +go. I quake, I shake; +I will not take a single +step. The box will break. +Oh, how I quake!"</p> + +<p>But the Magpie perched +on her shoulder again, +saying, "Do not be foolish. +Rollo will not let them +hurt us;" and he gave +Lilla a gentle peck, which +made her start forward, +and when once she had made a move she found +that she could not stop herself: her feet carried +her along until she paused in front of Rollo.</p> + +<p>And as she paused the lid of the box flew open, +and the words jumped out, and arranged themselves +on the ground in the following order.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Earth, air, and sea<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All know of me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so will you<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If you go through."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Why, it's quite easy to read!" exclaimed Lilla +in surprise. "I wonder I never thought of it all +this time."</p> + +<p>"And it's just as I told you: four four's sixteen, +four in each line and four lines. However you count +it, you will find it all fours," said the Magpie.</p> + +<p>"And it's about me," said Rollo, "for earth, air, +and sea all know of me; and brought me here and +gave me the Multiphobus. And it's about you +also, for you have come through the board to come +and see me. The Multiphobus was talking about +it when we were flying through the air."</p> + +<p>"Was he?" said Lilla; "and he wasn't angry?"</p> + +<p>"Angry! No, he is very glad for me to have +a playfellow, for I am rather lonely sometimes. +And now we can play in the woods all day, and +gather strawberries and cherries and plums; and +there's a little stove in one of the caves, and I dare +say you can make cakes?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I can," answered Lilla, "and tea +and coffee."</p> + +<p>"Ah! that will be nice. And I will be king and +you shall be queen, and we will have a merry time, +and the Multiphobus will carry us wherever we +want to go."</p> + +<p>"I am afraid of him," returned Lilla.</p> + +<p>"Oh, you need not be. I am quite sure you'll +give a paw to Lilla; won't you, Multiphobus?"</p> + +<p>"I will give two," said +the Multiphobus, standing +on his hind legs and +stretching out his fore paws +to Lilla.</p> + +<p>She shook them, and felt +at ease with him at once.</p> + +<p>The Magpie fluttered +about.</p> + +<p>"I am not going home +by myself," said he. "I +shall stay here if Lilla +does."</p> + +<p>"That you shall," replied +Rollo; "we will all live +in this beautiful land together."</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 450px;"> +<img src="images/i126.jpg" width="450" height="381" alt="Illustration: "THE WIND HAD LULLED THEM TO SLEEP."" title="Illustration: "THE WIND HAD LULLED THEM TO SLEEP."" /> +<p class="center smcap">"the wind had lulled them to sleep."</p> +</div> + +<p>Ah! what a beautiful +land it was! The two children wandered through +it hand in hand, and revelled in all its glories—now +underneath the stately forest trees, or breaking +through the tangled brushwood all radiant with +green and gold, and crimson leaves and lovely +flowers, or now sitting on the river-bank listening +to the stories the river told them of the lands +through which it had passed; whilst the Wind sang +so many wonderful songs that Lilla begged to hear +them over again.</p> + +<p>And after the Wind had lulled them to sleep +among the soft clover and wild thyme, the moon +and stars peeped out and sent them beautiful +dreams, whilst two nightingales sat among the +roses and sang "Lullaby, lullaby" as sweetly as +the southern wind.</p> + +<p>So that whether waking or sleeping the children +were happy.</p> + +<p>Sometimes Lilla would say—</p> + +<p>"Ah! if it had not been for the words on the +board, I should still have been living with the cross +old woman in the town with the long street and +the cathedral. And she would have gone on scolding +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> +me for ever and ever; and whatever should I +have done, I wonder."</p> + +<p>"You may thank me," said the Magpie, "for +having brought you away; that's very certain."</p> + +<p>"You may thank me also," said the Multiphobus, +"and I am sure you ought to do so, for it was I +who nailed up the board with the magic words upon +the garden wall."</p> + +<p>And of course, as I need not tell you, Lilla +did thank them.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Julia Goddard.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="A_Young_Romans_Sacrifice" id="A_Young_Romans_Sacrifice"></a>A YOUNG ROMAN'S SACRIFICE.</h2> + +<h4>A TRUE STORY.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap132"><span class="dropcap">O</span></span><span class="smcap">nce</span> upon a time, many +hundred years ago, when +Rome was mistress of the +world, and the Romans +were braver and stronger +than any one else, there +lived a boy of thirteen +whose name is still remembered. +Lucius Valerius +was fond of his lessons, +but most of all did +he love poetry; so, although +he was only thirteen years old, he made +up his mind that he would try to win the gold +medal and ivory lyre which were given every +five years to the boy who should write the best +poem.</p> + +<p>Lucius not only tried, but he succeeded, and one +day, before all the school and a number of visitors, +the prizes were presented to him. Now besides the +medal and lyre which every one who gained them +valued very much, there was something else which +they thought far grander. A statue of the prize-winner +was placed in the school and crowned with +laurel.</p> + +<p>You may imagine how the boy's heart beat with +joy as he saw the judge step forward to crown his +statue, but just at that moment Lucius caught +sight of a young man who had also tried for +the prize, and who looked most downcast and +miserable.</p> + +<p>Lucius sprang forward, seized the laurel crown, +and put it on the head of the poor fellow who had +been unsuccessful.</p> + +<p>"You are more deserving of it than I am," he +said; "I obtained it more on account of my youth +than my merit, and rather as an encouragement +than as a reward."</p> + +<p>Then the people set up a great shout of joy, for +they knew that a noble heart was worth more than +all the poems in the world, and they gave a new +name to Lucius Valerius in memory of that day.</p> + +<p>So Lucius was always called Pudens, which +means Modest, and you may be sure he valued his +new title as much as he deserved it, for "Kind +hearts are more than coronets."</p> + +<p class="right">E. M. W.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_October" id="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_October"></a>THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN OCTOBER.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap135"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> Flower Garden will now be fast +losing its beauty, and the cold winds +and frosty nights will be everywhere +heralding the coming of winter, +when, more through force of circumstances +than choice, our Gardening proclivities +become considerably abated. Throughout the present +month, however, the remaining floral vestiges +of summer are often numerous, but especially so +when the weather of early autumnal months happens +to be of a mild and congenial nature. By this season +the greater number of plants will have performed +those functions, and have passed through the +various stages, which each and every year exacts. +In the case of plants known as annuals, an entire +life is projected and perfected within the short +space of a few months. Various trees and shrubs +will now be assuming the rich autumnal tints, and +the leaves rapidly drop at the approach of winter, +and vital energy is being stored up until the following +spring, when new leaves are produced.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>The month of October is, notwithstanding its lack +of floral ornaments, one in which the amount of work +to be done is by no means inconsiderable, and the +pretty little girl, with her hoe and water-can, drawn +on p. 241, evidently thinks as much. We must +plant now in order to secure a spring display of +flowers, and for this purpose nothing can be more +satisfactory than bulbous subjects, such as hyacinths, +tulips, crocuses, and narcissuses. The +hyacinth thrives best in a compost of light loam, +leaf-mould, and sand; plenty of the latter may be +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> +included in order to secure perfect drainage, which +is a very important item in the culture of bulbous +plants generally. Perhaps no other spring flowering +bulb looks so well when grown in neat patches +as the hyacinth; the bulbs should not be less than +six inches apart, and at least two and a half inches +beneath the surface. They should be purchased +in the autumn, selecting firm heavy roots; and +"first come, first served" must be borne in mind, +as by buying early in the season the best may be +secured, and finer spikes of bloom will follow as a +natural consequence.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>Tulips have been for many years great favourites +with gardeners, both amateur and professional. +About two hundred years ago the mania for these +plants amounted almost to a national calamity in +Holland, and scores of acres are now entirely +devoted to their culture. For our own part, we +scarcely consider the tulip as in any way justifying +the praise which is lavished upon it even in the +present day, because its beauty is, to say the +least, ephemeral, whilst its showiness is far from +being either chaste or delicate. It will be, however +desirable to have six or even a dozen bulbs, +which only cost about a penny apiece. They can +be planted any time during the present month, from +two to three inches below the surface, in a compost +of loam, leaf-mould, sand, and well-rotted manure. +When purchasing, see that every bulb is perfectly +solid, and select as many different sorts as possible, +thereby securing a variety, which is very desirable +in a garden of limited extent. In cold northern +situations tulip-beds should always be covered +over with a little straw or litter during very frosty +weather.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>Few Spring flowers are more welcome or appear +so very early in the year as crocuses. No matter +how cold, foggy, or dirty the weather may chance +to be in this most erratic climate, the regiments of +yellow, golden, blue, flaked, white, and versi-coloured +crocus flowers will never fail to put in an +appearance. The common sorts thrive almost +anywhere, and in almost any ordinary garden soil. +They should be planted during the present month, +about two inches under the surface. As the roots +only cost about threepence per dozen hardly any +spot ought to be bare of flowers from the middle +of January to early in March. A universally-grown +plant, even earlier than the crocus, is the +well-known snowdrop. This also, like the crocus, +can be grown almost anywhere, and may remain in +one spot undisturbed for years; both are most +effective when grown in clumps. The French +name of <i>Perceneige</i>, or Pierce-snow, is singularly +applicable to the snowdrop. Place the tiny roots +from one to two inches deep, and grow the single-flowered +form only.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>The narcissus or daffodil is another of the many +spring-flowering plants which are invariably greeted +with enthusiasm. The varieties are endless, but +the greater number are almost unexcelled for +growing in such situations as the tops and sides +of hedges, banks, &c. They can scarcely be +grown too extensively. Of the various sorts, and +exclusive of the ordinary double form, few are +more beautiful or more desirable than that known +as the Poet's Narcissus (<i>N. poeticus</i>). The pure +white of the segments and the delicate bright +scarlet centre are best when the plant is grown +sheltered from strong winds. Another favourite +narcissus of ours, and which we can confidently recommend +to our readers, is that known as +"Orange Phœnix;" it is a singularly beautiful +plant, and produces large double and well-formed +flowers; it thrives best in a light sandy soil. +Several colours may be secured by purchasing a +dozen roots of mixed sorts, costing from two to +three shillings per dozen. They may be planted +any time throughout October and up to the middle +of November.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>The Kitchen Garden of our young folk will need +but very little looking after during the present +and next two months; but in stating this we must +not be understood to imply that it should be +wholly neglected. On the contrary, it must be kept +quite free from weeds of all sorts; and everything +should be in perfect order. To this end paths +should be swept and weeded every week, when the +state of the weather will admit of this being done. +The Kitchen Garden is much too frequently seen +in a disreputable state, even in pretentious places, +and where flower-gardening <i>is</i> done very well. +But well-executed work in one department by no +means justifies slovenliness in another. Vacant +spaces of ground will need digging, but this operation +should, if possible, be left to a labourer, who, +for the sake of a small remuneration, would probably +be very glad to do it after his ordinary working +hours. Even an enthusiast cannot but consider +digging as the most laborious of all gardening +work, and will take especial care to shirk it whenever +possible. In fact, real garden drudgery of +all kinds is better done by a labourer, no matter +how simple and easy such work may superficially +appear to our young folk. Good work, as we all +know, can only be done by an accustomed hand.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 442px;"> +<img src="images/i139.jpg" width="442" height="600" alt="Illustration: OFF TO HER GARDEN." title="Illustration: OFF TO HER GARDEN." /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">off to her garden.</span> (<i>See</i> <a href="#Page_239"><i>p.</i> 239</a>.)</p> +</div> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Discontented_Boat" id="The_Discontented_Boat"></a>THE DISCONTENTED BOAT.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap141"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">boat</span> came back from a journey. It +had been to a far-off land. All the +sailors jumped ashore, only too glad +to run about again, but they tied up +the boat to a long arm of rock, and +left it there while they were gone.</p> + +<p>The tide was very low and the sky was +dull; there was just enough water to lap +against the sides of the boat, and make it +rock up and down. The boat fretted like +a petulant child, and pulled at the rope as a dog +pulls against its chain, but it could not get away, +for all that.</p> + +<p>"How dull it is here!" cried the little white boat; +"they have all gone on shore and are merry. +They don't consider my feelings, left here for the +day all alone. And oh, what an ugly place this is!" +and it looked right and left.</p> + +<p>The sky was grey, the tide was very low; the +boat was lashed to a long piece of rock that ran out +like an arm into the sea. At each side of the rock +a mass of seaweed clung—limp and brown.</p> + +<p>"Of all the ugly things I ever saw," exclaimed +the boat, "that seaweed is the worst. Think of +the places I have been anchored in before—of the +lovely tropical flowers that grew at the water's edge."</p> + +<p>"You do not know who we are," cried the seaweeds; +"we are young fairy sisters, who dance every +night. This beach is the floor of our ball-room, +and we dance, and are decked with jewels. We +dance and are gay in the evening; in the daytime +we lie still and rest."</p> + +<p>"I do not believe you," said the boat; "you are +ugly, and brown, and old. And this place is the +dullest I have seen all my life."</p> + +<p>So the boat sulked, and was unhappy all day. +But when the evening arrived the sailors came down +to the shore, and undid the boat, and rowed away.</p> + +<p>And the boat looked back, and it was sunset, +and a change had passed over the place. The sky +was pink and golden, the waves were bathed in +light; the sea was as transparent as a sapphire, and +you looked through the sapphire roof and saw a +golden floor.</p> + +<p>Sure enough that was the floor of the dancing-room, +and the tide had crept up the sides of the +rock, and all the little seaweeds looked yellow and +golden, and danced up and down in the arms of +the waves.</p> + +<p>The boat looked over its shoulder, and saw them: +it would willingly have gone back to the scene and +danced up and down with the rest, but it never +saw them again, for it was bound to a far-off land, +never to return.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Lucie Cobbe.</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="Harrys_Rabbit" id="Harrys_Rabbit"></a>HARRY'S RABBIT.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap144"><span class="dropcap">H</span></span><span class="smcap">arry Pearson</span> was +rather a good sort of boy, +but he had one very bad +habit. He was the greatest +stone-thrower in all Tolhurst +Village.</p> + +<p>It was Harry who had +broken the draper's window +and the glass of +Squire Stopford's greenhouse. +He had not been +found out; but he knew +well enough who had done the mischief, so when one +afternoon, as he was running home from school, he +saw a man putting up a great placard announcing +that stone-throwers would be prosecuted, he felt +very much frightened.</p> + +<p>He was just slinking home when out came his +father, the Squire's gardener.</p> + +<p>Harry thought that his father had found out +about the stone-throwing, and hung down his head.</p> + +<p>But, instead of scolding him as, he had expected, +his father said, as if he were pleased—</p> + +<p>"Harry, Master Edgar is better to-day, and he +wants you to come in now and wheel his chair for +him."</p> + +<p>Harry's face brightened at once; for there were +few things he liked better than to be allowed to +go into the Squire's beautiful garden when Master +Edgar, the Squire's only son, was well enough to +come out in his wheeled-chair.</p> + +<p>Edgar Stopford was about the same age as +Harry; but he had never been strong, and for more +than a year he had been lame.</p> + +<p>"All right, father!" exclaimed Harry gleefully. +"Is he in the garden?"</p> + +<p>And without waiting for an answer he ran in +and found Edgar Stopford waiting for him.</p> + +<p>"Harry," said Edgar, "I want you to take me +in the chair round to the stable, for I want to +see the young rabbits. How old are they now, +Harry? I've been so ill that I can't quite remember."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> +"Seven weeks old to-day," said Harry. "I want +to see them again very much, Master Edgar. +They're such beauties; I can't help thinking of +them every day."</p> + +<p>"You haven't any rabbits, have you?" asked +Edgar.</p> + +<p>"No," said Harry. "Don't I wish I had!"</p> + +<p>"Mine are prize rabbits, you know," said Edgar, +"The old tortoise-shell one took the prize both +this year and last year at the County show. Oh! +And what do you think? A boy I know has been +over here ever so many times trying to get that +young lop-eared tortoise-shell doe! You remember +which one, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh yes! oh yes! That was the one I liked best +of all! It had such good broad ears!" cried Harry +with enthusiasm. "You didn't let him have it +though, did you, Master Edgar?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no? He offered me a pair of his best +Antwerp pigeons for her. And I wanted the pigeons; +but I wouldn't let him have that young doe!" +exclaimed Edgar, with a smile on his white face.</p> + +<p>"You wouldn't? Oh, I'm so glad!" exclaimed +Harry.</p> + +<p>"I thought you would be," returned Edgar with +another bright smile. "I told him I wanted her +for somebody else. Push on, Harry. Let's get +round to the stable."</p> + +<p>Harry pushed with all his might, while his face +flushed up to the roots of his hair; for he could +not help thinking—</p> + +<p>"I wonder if Master Edgar is going to give that +doe to me! But no, that's all nonsense! I won't +think of such a thing; of course he is saving it for +one of his friends! Shouldn't I like her, though!"</p> + +<p>It seemed to Harry quite a long way to the stable, +so anxious was he to get there. At last he wheeled +the chair into the yard.</p> + +<p>"Fetch out the young ones, and let me have a +good look at them," said Edgar. "Bring them out +one by one; but bring the young doe last."</p> + +<p>"All right!" said Harry. And leaving the chair, +away he rushed, opened the door of the stable, +where, to his delight, he saw the great prize buck +in a hutch, and the doe and four young ones all +hopping about among a quantity of fragrant hay.</p> + +<p>Harry shouted with joy—</p> + +<p>"Oh, Master Edgar! Oh, how they've grown! +You won't know them! They're lovely!"</p> + +<p>He caught up his favourite first of all, and examined +her thoroughly with breathless delight.</p> + +<p>She had grown into the most beautifully-marked +rabbit that he could imagine.</p> + +<p>Even to handle such a rabbit seemed to Harry a +very great happiness. What could it be like +really to be the owner of that young prize rabbit?</p> + +<p>With something like a sigh Harry put her down, +and caught one of the others.</p> + +<p>"I've seen the young doe, and I've measured +her ears!" he exclaimed, as he took the other rabbit +to Edgar Stopford.</p> + +<p>"Well! He <i>has</i> grown!" cried Edgar. "Try if +you can push the chair to the stable-door! I should +so much like to see them all running about!"</p> + +<p>Harry managed to do as Edgar wished, although +it gave him a good deal of trouble; but he did not +mind that a bit.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Master Edgar! Did you ever see such a +beauty as that young doe? Do look at her!" said +Harry, eagerly, opening the stable-door, and +making a dive after the lop-eared tortoise-shell.</p> + +<p>The two boys played with the rabbits for a good +half-hour. How much they found to say about +them, any boy who is fond of animals can imagine. +Poor Edgar had not been out for some weeks, +and all that time Harry Pearson had not seen those +rabbits. Harry was very happy, but still he could +not help saying to himself now and then, as he +looked at his favourite—</p> + +<p>"I wonder who is going to have her?"</p> + +<p>"You seem very fond of that tortoise-shell young +one, Harry!" said Edgar presently with a smile.</p> + +<p>"Ee—yes!" said Harry, his eyes brightening as +he looked down tenderly at her.</p> + +<p>"But how could you keep her?" asked Edgar.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I'd keep her fast enough!" cried Harry, +turning quite scarlet, while his heart gave half a +dozen tremendous thumps. "I'd keep her! Why +I'd make the neatest little hutch that ever was. +And I'd give her the best of oats and pollard. Ah, +as much as ever she'd eat!"</p> + +<p>"Well, then, I shall give her to you," said Edgar. +"I made up my mind when I was ill I'd give her +to you, for I was sure you would take care of her. +That's why I wouldn't let that other boy have her. +He is rich, and can buy prize rabbits if he wants +them. I'd rather give her to you."</p> + +<p>Harry Pearson could not speak a word for a +minute or two. He could only look down on the +beautiful gift. To think that such a rabbit was his +own was too much for him at first.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" he gasped, presently. "Oh! Master +Edgar. Oh! Thank you! Thank you!"</p> + +<p>"Put her in that basket, and take her home," +said Edgar.</p> + +<p>Harry lost no time in obeying this delightful +command. After which he wheeled Edgar, who +was getting tired, back to the house, and then ran +home with his rabbit, the proudest and happiest +boy in Tolhurst.</p> + +<p>All that evening there was an eager crowd of +youngsters in front of the cottage where Harry lived.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span> +It was a long while since there had been such an +excitement in the village.</p> + +<p>Nor did the boys' interest in that rabbit die +out; boys were always dropping in to see how +she was getting on; and Mr. Blades, the butcher, +who was a great fancier, offered Harry three-and-sixpence +for her.</p> + +<p>Very often Harry went to wheel Edgar Stopford's +chair, when the two boys would have long talks +about the rabbit; and +Edgar's pale face would +quite glow with pleasure +as he listened to Harry's +praises of the wonderful +animal.</p> + +<p>So things went on for +some time until Edgar +Stopford was taken away +to the sea-side.</p> + +<p>Harry missed him +very much, but he still +had his rabbit to amuse +himself with; and so, +although it was then the +holidays, the days did +not hang on his hands +until very nearly the +date of the re-opening +of school.</p> + +<p>One afternoon, however, +the time did seem +very long indeed. Most +of the boys Harry liked +had gone to a treat to +which he had not been +asked. He was cross +and dull. He had spent +the whole morning in +cleaning out the rabbit-hutch; +he wanted something +else to do, when, +happening to be loitering about in a meadow by +the side of the Squire's house, he saw a squirrel in +a tree.</p> + +<p>In an instant Harry was cruelly stoning away +as fast as he could pelt.</p> + +<p>He had not done much stone-throwing since he +had had the rabbit; now he forgot for the moment +everything except the pleasure of aiming the +stones.</p> + +<p>Up went the stones one after another; a minute +later, and—Crash! Crash! Smash went a lot of +glass—then there was a yell of pain and rage—a +side-door flying open—and Harry tearing, as if for +his life, across the field, while after him rushed his +own father and his father's master—the Squire!</p> + +<p>They followed him—they drove him into a corner +of the field; they secured him.</p> + +<p>"Walk him off to the police-station this minute!" +exclaimed the Squire in a voice of fury.</p> + +<p>"Oh, sir! oh, please! please, sir! Oh! oh! +Don't, sir! don't! I'll never do it no more!" +sobbed the trembling boy.</p> + +<p>"Take him to the station-house! Indict him +for manslaughter. He might have killed me?" +cried the enraged Squire.</p> + +<p>"Beg pardon, sir," +said Harry's father, +touching his hat; "I've +cautioned that boy +times without number; +but leave him to me +this once more, sir."</p> + +<p>Harry was marched +home. His mother was +told. She cried bitterly.</p> + +<p>"How much money +have you?" asked the +father.</p> + +<p>"Not a—a far—thing," +sobbed Harry.</p> + +<p>"Then how is the four +shillings to be raised to +pay for that broken +glass?" continued Mr. +Pearson.</p> + +<p>"I don't—boo-hoo! +kn—now!"</p> + +<p>"But I do!" exclaimed +Harry's father, +in a tone of dreadful +meaning. "<i>That rabbit +must be sold!</i>"</p> + +<p>"No! no!" shrieked +Harry; "I'd rather be +sold myself!"</p> + +<p>"Take that rabbit to +Mr. Blades, and bring back three-and-six," said +Harry's father, in a stern voice.</p> + +<p>He felt as if to part with that rabbit would kill +him; but he knew it had to be done. I don't +know how he managed to do it. What he suffered +was terrible, yet he was sure there was no escape; +so he put his pet rabbit into a basket and took it to +Mr. Blades the butcher. There, in the picture, +you can see him.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 348px;"> +<img src="images/i148.jpg" width="348" height="500" alt="Illustration: "HE ... TOOK IT TO MR. BLADES."" title="Illustration: "HE ... TOOK IT TO MR. BLADES."" /> +<p class="center smcap">"he ... took it to mr. blades."</p> +</div> + +<p>"You won't kill her, will you, Mr. Blades?" he +faltered, for the sight of the knives in the shop was +too much for him.</p> + +<p>Harry has learned a hard lesson. Don't you +hope Edgar will buy that rabbit for him again? +I do.</p> + +<p class="right">L. A.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Music_Page" id="Our_Music_Page"></a>Our Music Page</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 580px;"> +<img src="images/i151.jpg" width="580" height="687" alt="Music - Dignity and Impudence by Burnham W. Horner" title="Music - Dignity and Impudence by Burnham W. Horner" /> +</div> + +<p><i>"Dignity and Impudence."</i></p> + +<p><i>Words from</i> <span class="smcap">"Little Folks."</span></p> + +<p><i>Music by</i> <span class="smcap">Burnham W. Horner.</span></p> + +<p><i>In moderate time.</i></p> + +<p>1. Said a wee little bird, with a pert little look, To an adjutant stork by the river—"I suppose +that you think you're as wise as a book, And in fact that you're wondrously clever! You're a +picture of dignity, that I'll admit, But alas! that is all I'll allow, ... For indeed +you're not quarter as wise as a tit, That hops to and fro on the bough."</p> + +<p>2. Said the adjutant-stork to the wee little bird, +With a dignified kind of a stare— +"Little creatures like you should be seen and not heard, +And your impudence well we can spare! +You had better by far go back to your nest, +And be pert where they'll heed what you do; +For you see that in height I'm six feet and the rest, +While you are just no feet two!"</p> + +<p>3. So it is with us all as we pass through the day: +For we each of us think we're most clever— +Whether impudent bird that chatters away, +Or "Dignity" stork by the river. +On our size or our form or our talents we pose, +And we hold ourselves up every hour: +If the Queen of the Garden be known as the Rose, +Then we are that wonderful flower!</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Editors_Pocketbook" id="The_Editors_Pocketbook"></a>The Editor's Pocket-book.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i152.jpg" width="600" height="281" alt="The Editor's Pocket-Book Jottings and Pencillings Here, There and Everywhere" title="The Editor's Pocket-Book Jottings and Pencillings Here, There and Everywhere" /> +</div> + +<h4>How a Dog saved its Blind Master.</h4> + +<p>Some time since, a blind gentleman, well known +in the north of England, went for a walk of several +miles, accompanied by his dog. He knew the road +so well, that he did not strap up the dog, but let it +run loose. He had gone nearly five miles on his +way, and was crossing some fields by a footpath, +when his dog gave a peculiar whine in front of him. +He was about to climb a stile, when another whine +was heard. This startled him, so he crossed the +stile as carefully as he could, feeling every step. +Just as he got over the stile, the dog gave a louder +whine of alarm, placed its fore feet upon his breast, +and held him fast against the stile. He tried to +push the dog aside, but it would not let him proceed. +The strap was therefore put around its neck, and +the wise creature at once led its master by a roundabout +way quite out of the ordinary path. It +appeared that part of the footpath which led past +a stream had been entirely washed away by a +flood, so that, had the gentleman continued upon +the old path, he must have met with a most serious +accident. What made the sagacity of the dog +more conspicuous on this occasion was the fact +that it had not been with its master for eighteen +months—he having been laid up for the whole of +that period, and the dog living with a friend during +the illness.</p> + +<h4>Abraham Men.</h4> + +<p>This was the name bestowed upon a class of +vagabonds who wandered over the country dressed +in grotesque fashion, pretending to be mad and +working upon the fears or the charity of people for +alms. They were common in the time of Shakespeare, +and were found even as late as the Restoration. +The slang phrase "to sham Abraham," +is a survival of the practice. There was a ward +in Bethlehem (or Bedlam) Hospital, called the +Abraham Ward, and hence probably arose the +name of these beggars. Harmless lunatics who +had been discharged were often to be seen roaming +about the country and were allowed a great deal +of licence in consequence of their weak-mindedness. +Accordingly, the impostors above mentioned, who +used generally to eke out the gifts of the charitable +by stealing, when detected in their theft, +would plead, as a rule, lunacy as an excuse of +their crime.</p> + +<h4>Famous Abdicators.</h4> + +<p>When a sovereign abdicates the throne, he does +so either of his own free will, or from compulsion. +These acts have been sufficiently numerous as +to form quite an interesting history. Take a few +of them by way of example. Amadeus of Savoy +abdicated in 1439, in order to become a priest. +The collapse of his great schemes induced the +Emperor Charles V. to give up his office in 1556. +Wishing to retire into private life Christina of +Sweden laid down the crown in 1654, though +she still desired to exercise the rights of queen. +Philip V. of Spain withdrew from the throne in +1724 in a fit of melancholy, but ascended it again +on the death of his son. Victor Amadeus of +Sardinia abdicated in 1730, and afterwards wanted +to recall the act, but was not permitted to do so. +Richard II. of England was compelled to abdicate +in 1399, and in 1688, James II. was forced to +yield to the wishes of his subjects. Other instances +might be cited, but enough have been, quoted +to stimulate the research of industrious readers.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p> + +<h4>Memory in Cats.</h4> + +<p>An anecdote is told by a gentleman of a cat +which will illustrate pussy's affection for those who +treat her kindly. He had her from her birth, and +brought her up as a friend and companion. After +he had kept her for five years circumstances +required him to leave home for twelve months, the +cat of course having to remain behind. He returned +one Christmas morning about four o'clock, admitting +himself by a key that had been sent to him by post. +He went upstairs to his old bed-room, and in the +morning found puss asleep in her wonted place at +the foot of the bed. She made a great fuss with +him, and he ascertained that she had never been +upstairs from the time he left, a year before. +She must, he therefore concluded, have recollected +his footstep, and at once have fallen into her old +ways.</p> + +<h4>Fugitives from Siberia.</h4> + +<p>Prince Krapotkine—a Russian noble who has +experienced many of the hardships of which he +writes—in describing the life of exiles in Siberia, +says that its cruelty is so horrible that every +spring, when the snow has disappeared from the +forests, and men may sleep in the woods of a night +without being frozen to death, thousands of the +convicts try to escape from the gold and salt mines. +These poor folk prefer to run the risk of capture +and the brutal punishment it involves, rather than +remain longer in endless misery. Feeding on +mushrooms and berries they plod their weary +way back, amid perils of every kind, to their +native homes, hundreds—it may be thousands—of +miles distant. They avoid towns and highways, +of course, but they freely enter the villages. The +Siberian peasants, in silent pathetic fashion, show +their sympathy and good wishes for these unhappy +people by leaving on the windows of their houses +bread and milk "for the poor runaways." Surely +we too may hope that the efforts of every unjustly-exiled +person to flee from the wretchedness and +torture of the Siberian mines may be crowned with +success.</p> + +<h4>Tame Humming-Birds.</h4> + +<p>A young lady in California who had, through +illness, to spend several hours a day reclining on +rugs spread on the garden-lawn, succeeded in +taming two humming-birds. At first the birds +watched her with some curiosity from a distance. +To entice them to come nearer she fastened a +fuchsia, filled with sweetened water, to a branch of +a tree above her head. The tiny fellows soon +thrust their bills into the flower. Thinking they +might like honey better, a fresh flower was filled +with it every day. This food was quite to their +taste, and so eager were they to get it that they +would hardly wait for their mistress to leave the +flower before they began to rifle its sweets. They +grew so familiar at length that when she held a +flower in one hand and filled it with drops from a +spoon, the birds caught the drops as they fell. +Only two male birds monopolised the honey flower, +and they would not permit any bee or wasp to come +near it. Between themselves even squabbles continually +arose about possession. Change of weather +compelling the young lady to keep indoors, she +tried to coax them to the parlour windows. For a +time the birds could not understand the altered +position of affairs, but at last one of them repeatedly +went up to her and took honey from her hand.</p> + +<h4>Intelligent Dogs.</h4> + +<p>Some time ago I had occasion to speak of a wise +cat of Colonel Stuart Wortley's. Now I may +mention the doings of two intelligent dogs of his. +One of them was able to tell whether or not it +might go out with the housekeeper, according as +she wore a hat or bonnet. If she wore her hat +it knew that it might accompany her, and barked +with joy as soon as she appeared, but if she wore +her bonnet it knew she was going to church or on +a visit, and that it could not go with her. It became +so familiar with these articles that if drawings of +hat and bonnet were placed before it, it could +indicate which was which. The other dog was a +Skye terrier. When the Colonel went out it was +enough to say "Yes" or "No" in an ordinary tone +for the dog to know whether it might accompany +him or not. The terrier was next taught to distinguish +the words when printed on cards—Yes +and No—and in a few weeks it never mistook +them.</p> + +<h4>Skating-Race in Lapland.</h4> + +<p>With a view to test the powers of the Lapps in +the matter of long-distance skating, Baron Nordenskjöld, +the celebrated Arctic explorer, offered +prizes for a contest during his stay in that country. +The highest prize was £14, and the distance was about +142 miles, starting from Quickjock and returning +to the same spot. The distance was accomplished +by the winner in 21 hours and 22 minutes, inclusive +of rest on the way. But so keen was the struggle +that the second was only half a minute later, while +the third arrived 11 minutes later.</p> + +<h4>The Riddle of the Sphinx.</h4> + +<p>The sphinx was a strange creature that figured +in different old-world mythologies. Its form varied, +but the monster which propounded the famous +riddle was supposed to have the body of a lion, the +head of a woman, bird's wings, and a serpent's tail. +Well, this sphinx appeared once upon a time, near +Thebes, in ancient Greece, and asked a riddle +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> +of every passer-by, whom it promptly slew if +the correct answer were not forthcoming. This +scourge at length drove the poor Thebans to +despair, and they offered their kingdom and the +hand of their Queen to whomsoever would relieve +them of the dreaded monster's presence. One +Œdipus essayed this task. The sphinx asked him, +"What being has four feet, two feet, and three feet; +only one voice; but whose feet vary, and when it +has most, is weakest" +Œdipus answered, +"Man," +and there and +then the sphinx +threw itself into the +sea. Man, you will +notice, has four +feet (hands and +feet) and, when +compelled to use a +staff, three feet.</p> + +<h4>The Wolf and the Bees.</h4> + +<p>Not long since +a wolf, in a milk +factory in Cheshire, +was stung to +death by the bees +of a hive that stood +near its kennel. As +the honey was +being taken from +one of the hives +the wolf happened +to come out of his +den, and the bees +swarmed upon him in large numbers. The poor brute +at once retired into his house, but it was evident he +was in much agony, for he rolled over and over, +pulling the hair out of his coat in great quantities. +Steps were accordingly taken to draw off the bees, +the kennel being closed and smoked. These efforts, +however, proved useless, and within three hours the +unfortunate wolf was dead. A horse and two dogs +were also seriously stung on the same occasion.</p> + +<h4>About Pages.</h4> + +<p>Nowadays, when we talk of pages, allusion is +made as a rule to the "boy in buttons," but long +ago they were rather important folk. It was the +practice, hundreds of years since, to employ youths +of noble birth to wait upon the sovereign, and the +custom flourished in the Middle Ages. The young +gentleman "served his time" at courts and castles +as a page, previous to taking the further degrees +of esquire and knight. The habit of educating the +higher nobility as court pages declined after the +fifteenth century, and they are now a mere survival, +on a very small scale, of a once general practice. +Four pages of honour still form part of the state of the +British court.</p> + +<h4>The Union Jack.</h4> + +<p>Everybody has seen the banner of the United +Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. It is +formed of a combination +of the +crosses of St. +George (England), +St. Andrew (Scotland), +and St. Patrick +(Ireland). The +first Union Jack +was introduced in +1606, three years +after the union of +Scotland and England, +and showed, +of course, only the +first two crosses. +A century later +(July 28, 1707), +this standard was +made, by royal proclamation, +the national +flag of Great +Britain. On the +union with Ireland +a new union +banner was needed, +and the present +ensign was accordingly +devised.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 584px;"> +<img src="images/i157.jpg" width="584" height="600" alt="Illustration: GLENDOWER'S OAK." title="Illustration: GLENDOWER'S OAK." /> +<p class="center smcap">glendower's oak.</p> +</div> + +<h4>Glendower's Oak.</h4> + +<p>Owen Glendower was a noble Welshman, who +led his countrymen in the long and stout resistance +which they offered to King Henry IV. Henry +Percy, surnamed Hotspur, son of the Earl of +Northumberland, made common cause with Glendower, +and each at the head of a large force +prepared to do battle against the king, who +was intent on crushing the rebellion in Wales. +Henry IV. reached Shrewsbury just before Percy, +and it was of the utmost importance to him that +he should engage the latter before his troops should +be reinforced by Glendower's. The battle accordingly +took place on the 21st of July, 1403, and +after a protracted struggle, in which Hotspur lost +his life, victory declared itself on the side of the +king. Though Glendower did not take part in the +contest, tradition points to an oak near Shrewsbury +as the tree from whose boughs he watched the fight.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span></p> + +<h3>The "Little Folks" Humane Society</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> +<a name="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society" id="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society"></a> +<img src="images/i160.jpg" width="550" height="40" alt="The Little Folks Humane Society" title="The Little Folks Humane Society" /> +</div> + +<h3><i>THIRTY-SECOND LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS.</i></h3> + +<p><i>Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "——," +is printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated.</i></p> + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="name_list"> +<tr><td></td><td align="right">AGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45774 Florence Bird</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45775 Bessie G. Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45776 Ernest Johnson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45777 Ethel Rawson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45778 C. I. Rawson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45779 Ethel Wilson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45780 G. T. W. Osborne</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45781 Godwin H. Powell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45782 Frank Simpson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45783 Ada Simpson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45784 Leila J. Simpson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45785 A. E. M. Haes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45786 F. A. M. Johnson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45787 E. M. Curling</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45788 <span class="smcap">Jessie L. Foster</span>, Nunhead</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45789 Alice A. Davis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45790 Hilda L. Davis</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45791 Alice Sawyer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45792 L. Sawyer</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45793 Ada Neville</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45794 Richard Farrow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45795 I. M. Restler</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45796 Kate Odell</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45797 Harry Edgell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45798 Amy Henry</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45799 Mary Cattermole</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45800 Louisa Hull</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45801 Aubrey H. Carter</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45802 Elzbth. F. Sharp</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45803 Louisa Baker</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45804 Lizzie Utton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45805 George Ayres</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45806 Alice Cass</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45807 Alice Cottrell</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45808 Vincent Farrow</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45809 Eliza A. Sharp</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45810 Henry Neville</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45811 Hester Neville</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45812 Ella Foster</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45813 Ernest Hawkins</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45814 Elizabeth George</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45815 Martha Chinnery</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45816 Annie Morris</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45817 Mary Watson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45818 Eleanor Frost</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45819 Rosie Henry</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45820 Mabel Carter</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45821 E. Chamberlain</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45822 A. Chamberlain</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45823 Mary Oldfield</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45824 Nellie Langley</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45825 Daniel Riley</td><td align="right">21</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45826 Lizzie Grubb</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45827 Elizabeth Hall</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45828 Ada Foster</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45829 Charles Farrow</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45830 Maude Pasley</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45831 Alfred Frost</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45832 Alice Allen</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45833 Lizzie Shorey</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45834 Jenny Clifford</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45835 Frank Foster</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45836 Charles Stracy</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45837 Frank Foster</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45838 <span class="smcap">Sarah Hague</span>, Hollingwood</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45839 Sarah Holme</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45840 F. W. Ashford</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45841 A. W. Holme</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45842 Nancey Holme</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45843 P. H. Hague</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45844 F. S. Hague</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45845 S. J. Hague</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45846 B Holme</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45847 M. Colvine</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45848 M. A. Hulse</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45849 Lizzie Lissett</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45850 E. A. Faulkner</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45851 Edith E. Taylor</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45852 Sarah Halliwell</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45353 Lucy Ashly</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45854 Ruth Hulse</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45855 M. Broadbent</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45856 L. Stevenson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45857 Elizabeth Titter</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45858 Hannah Booth</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45859 Mary Marland</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45860 Eliza Marland</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45861 Agnes Spencer</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45862 Eliza Ogden</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45863 Emily Ashbury</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45864 W. Hague</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45865 G. Stott</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45866 W. Lees</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45867 A. Lees</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45868 Polly Lees</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45869 Dora Lees</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45870 Maria Holt</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45871 E. A. Ogden</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45872 W. A. Hunt</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45873 M. A. Jones</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45874 E. Goodard</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45875 M. Goodard</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45876 E. A. Butterworth</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45877 J. W. Ayre</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45878 J. S. Taylor</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45879 S. Broadbent</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45880 Ada Booth</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45881 W. C. Broome</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45882 A. E. Broome</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45883 Bessie Colvine</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45884 Alice Colvine</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45885 J. Colvine</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45886 T. Holme</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45887 Mary E. Kelly</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45888 Harry Kelly</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45889 Emma Kelly</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45890 Jessie Hague</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45891 John H. Faull</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45892 Marian B. Mills</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45893 Lucy V. Barron</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45894 Nellie M. Barron</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45895 Leonard Barron</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45896 M. S. H. Osborne</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45897 Anna N. Pagan</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45898 Amy Osborne</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45899 M. Hollingworth</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45900 Susie Winchester</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45901 Blanch Mitchell</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45902 Bertha Hollis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45903 A. E. Hollis</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45904 T. J. MacDermott</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45905 A. T. Chamier</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45906 C. E. K. Godfrey</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45907 Edith R. Carr</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45908 Gertrude Paulet</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45909 Nina M. Allen</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45910 H. G. Abel</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45911 Guy L. Joy</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45912 William Carroll</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45913 Emily Higgs</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45914 Fanny M. Hall</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45915 K. W. Pickford</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45916 Evelyn Bloom</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45917 K. E. Jameson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45918 Isabella Jameson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45919 Ernest M. Ellis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45920 George Slade</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45921 Charles Northam</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45922 Momtitue Cooper</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45923 Fred Steinle</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45924 Simmey Price</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45925 Arthur Lambert</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45926 Fredk. London</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45927 F. Montgomery</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45928 W. Kingston</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45929 Will Elliston</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45930 Bert Kingston</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45931 Fredk. Wollven</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45932 John Kingston</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45933 Richd. Plumsted</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45934 Will Scotcher</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45935 James Barratt</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45936 Frederick Lister</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45937 Sidney H. Lewin</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45938 George Durmford</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45939 Jsph. Johnanson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45940 John Fraser</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45941 Frederick Neal</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45942 John Finbow</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45943 George Downes</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45944 Alice Goddard</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45945 Sidney Hinton</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45946 Harry Garnham</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45947 Will Oxer</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45948 Annie Giddins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45949 Edward Downes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45950 George Mayes</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45951 Fredk. Woolley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45952 Charles Saxby</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45953 Joseph Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45954 John Bligh</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45955 Fredk. Lloyd</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45956 Arthur Miller</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45957 William Price</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45958 Walter Smithson</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45959 Arthur Stockings</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45960 W. Hastings</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45961 Louisa Thompson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45962 Richard Saxby</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45963 Sidney Kingston</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45964 Annie Mayes</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45965 Louie Scotto</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45966 Walter Withers</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45967 Louise Giddins</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45068 Harry Gainham</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45969 <span class="smcap">Herbert H. Matravers</span>, Lee</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45970 E. T. Spackman</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45971 R. E. Wetherell</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45972 Bertie Gilling</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45973 C. F. G. Low</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45974 W. H. Sturton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45975 Robt. G. Reeves</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45976 L. H. Matravers</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45977 A. C. G. Dournel</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45978 B. R. Bostock</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45979 Charles H. Hoare</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45980 Bruce Angier</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45981 F. J. C. Helder</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45982 Wm. J. Helder</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45983 Mary J. Orr</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45984 E. L. K. Pratt</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45985 Isabella Cowie</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45986 Lina Cowie</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45987 Mabel Cowie</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45988 Frederick Wilkes</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45989 Jenny A. Wilkes</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45990 Peter Wilkes</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45991 Lucy C. Wilkes</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45992 Elsie Wilkes</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45993 Andrew Wilkes</td><td align="right">3</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45994 A. Whittington</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45995 E. Whittington</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45996 Flrnce. Smithers</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45997 A. T. Smithers</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45998 M. C. E. Wright</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>45999 L. Durling</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46000 Caroline Ford</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46001 E. H. Keeling</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46002 A. M. H. Keeling</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46003 Edward Loat</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46004 Eva Wheatley</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46005 Alice Coveney</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46006 Ada Coveney</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46007 Alfred Horton</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46008 Bertie Horton</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46009 Queenie Horton</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46010 Martham Thorne</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46011 James Thatcher</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46012 George Brackley</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>49013 Jessie Farminer</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46014 Charles Lindsey</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46015 Margt. McLean</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46016 Jessie McLean</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46017 Emily Cole</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46018 Gertrude Cole</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46019 Albert Cave</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46020 Ethel Cave</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46021 Edith A Brook</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46022 Ulda Piza</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46023 Ruth Piza</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46024 Sissy Tuteur</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46025 May Vinning</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46026 <span class="smcap">Lilly M. Weeb</span>, Hythe</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46027 Clarence J. Weeb</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46028 Henry G. Weeb</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46029 Effie M. Clarke</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46030 G. E. Matthews</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46031 M. Matthews</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46032 Emily A. Rigden</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46033 M. W. Lovegrove</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46034 Ethel C. Lorden</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46035 D. B. Machin</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46036 E. V. Machin</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46037 Annie E. Jones</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46038 Mary V. Wethey</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46039 Elsie Wethey</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46040 E. E. Wethey</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46041 Annie Wills</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46042 Lily Spencer</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46043 Alice M. Escott</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46044 Jessie Rawlinson</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46045 N. E. Lawson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46046 Helen Macnair</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46047 J. A. Saunders</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46048 Ada Bull</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46049 Victoria Salter</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46050 Bertha Leal</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46051 A. Chiverton</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46052 Williams Small</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46053 Ellen Hiscock</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46054 Elizabeth Rolf</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46055 A. M. Lambert</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46056 Kate Matthews</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46057 Arthur Plumley</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46058 Agnes Guttridge</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46059 Augusta Cooper</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46060 S. K. Lambert</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46061 Walter Matthews</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46062 Amy Wells</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46063 Lydia Crump</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46064 Maud M. Crump</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46065 Chas. T. Crump</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46066 Thomas Rolf</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46067 George Duffey</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46068 Benjamin Daish</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46069 James Downer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46070 Edward Drake</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46071 Alfred Hollis</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46072 Louisa Holliday</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46073 Francis E. Court</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46074 Lily Blackwell</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46075 Florce. Marshall</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46076 Kate Wickens</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46077 <span class="smcap">Eleanor Cheriton</span>, Stroud</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46078 Kate Cheriton</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46079 Mary Cheriton</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46080 Ella M. Trotman</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46081 Caroline Trotman</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46082 Nellie Trotman</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46083 Katie Trotman</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46084 B. M. Trotman</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46085 A. Middleditch</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46086 Frank Dix</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46087 Herbert Williams</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46088 Flory Barker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46089 Alice Bignold</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46090 Charlotte Ellery</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46091 Ada Hogg</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46092 G. P. Steward</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46093 Zoë Hawkins</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46094 Florce. Stephens</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46095 Emily Pockett</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46096 H. M. Dauncey</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46097 Charlie Pearce</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46098 Rosa Pearce</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46099 R. N. Milner</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46100 Alice Milner</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46101 Bessie Milner</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46102 Tom Milner</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46103 Frederick Seal</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46104 Louie Seal</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46105 Thirza Liddell</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46106 Mary Cresswell</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46107 Maude Bailey</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46108 Adelaide Bailey</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46109 Alfred Hill</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46110 Florence Hill</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46111 Harriett Hill</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46112 Mildred Hill</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46113 Emily Hill</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46114 Caroline Hill</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46115 J. W. Barge</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46116 Frances Barge</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46117 Edith Barge</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46118 Lily Ricketts</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46119 Edgar Ricketts</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46120 E. E. Ricketts</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46121 Fredk. Ricketts</td><td align="right">21</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46122 Minnie Ricketts</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46123 Mary Early</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46124 Walter Harrison</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46125 George Harrison</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46126 Eva Page</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46127 Emma Field</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46128 Alice Hawker</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46129 Blanche Moore</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46130 Benjmn. Danzey</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46131 H. Lansdown</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46132 Albert Smith</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46133 Agnes Clout</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46134 Fanny Osborne</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46135 Janet Rham</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46136 M. Humphrey</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46137 Bertha Geer</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46138 Nellie Cheesman</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46139 Marian Tompsett</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46140 Edith Atkins</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46141 F. Hutchinson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46142 Lilian Hawkes</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46143 Minnie Gulliver</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46144 James Page</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46145 Amelia Baker</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46146 Louisa Holmes</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46147 Anney Evans</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46148 Richard Reeve</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46149 Sarah R. Reeve</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46150 L. Underwood</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46151 Walter Hawkes</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46152 William South</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46153 Kate Watson</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46154 Alice Hawkes</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46155 George Hawkes</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46156 Emily Rose</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46157 Emma Percivall</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46158 Sarah Davis</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46159 Charles Lightford</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46160 Thomas Ebstob</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46161 Ada Gadd</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46162 M. Millward</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46163 Elzbth. Paige</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46164 Rosy Burke</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46165 Isabella Glithero</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46166 Elizabeth Carter</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46167 Ada Nicholls</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46168 Nellie Jawles</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46169 Bessie Pervin</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46170 Emily Roberts</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46171 Fanny Gadd</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46172 Laura Clarke</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46173 Lizzie Wilkinson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46174 E. <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the name is unclear in the original - the first "t" is not visible">Weatherstone</ins></td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46175 Florce. Wilkinson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46176 Mary Reeve</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46177 Lizzie Garnham</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46178 John A. Speers</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46179 <span class="smcap">W. W. Kidston</span>, Glasgow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46180 Edith Prain</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46181 Thomas Pearcey</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46182 Peter Weir</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46183 Gilbert Ritchie</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46184 Ethel Prain</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46185 Frank Prain</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46186 R. Thomson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46187 R. A. Thomson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46188 James Campbell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46189 D. H. Duncan</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46190 John B. Kidston</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46191 Helen E. Kidston</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46192 I. D. Kidston</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46193 James Kerr</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46194 D. Macdonald</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46195 Alexandra Orr</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46196 William Napier</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46197 Adam Reid</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46198 H. M. Lean</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46199 Walter <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the name is unclear in the original - "i" is not visible">Guthrie</ins></td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46200 John Turnbull</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46201 G. Hannah</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46202 James Maltman</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46203 A. McLennan</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46204 Willie Gilchrist</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46205 John Chalmers</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46206 Edwd. Campbell</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46207 Willie Dewar</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46208 John McGowan</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46209 Hugh Tennant</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46210 Geo. Lauchlan</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46211 John A. Hunter</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46212 James Thompson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46213 James Frame</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46214 Geo. Anderson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46215 John Holliday</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46216 William Smith</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46217 James Nicol</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46218 James H. Davie</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46219 Wm. Torrance</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46220 M. H. Fleming</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46221 Charles Chalmers</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46222 James Wilson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46223 David Gray</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46224 John Dickie</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46225 Wm. G. Christian</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46226 O. Pattenhausen</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46227 Wm. Jamieson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46228 J. D. Gellaitry</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46229 Millie Prain</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46230 <span class="smcap">Charles W. Couch</span>, Devonport</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46231 Bessie Hamley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46232 Chas. Mugridge</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46233 Chas. Bowning</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46234 Emily Poor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46235 Jessie Poor</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46236 Kate Whitfield</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46237 Jessie Whitfield</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46238 B. J. Locke</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46239 George Yandell</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46240 Alfred Callaway</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46241 Emily Morgan</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46242 Charles E. Craig</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46243 Blanch Couch</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46244 Annie Hellyer</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46245 Mary Dyer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46246 Emily Hellyer</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46247 Wm. D. L. Roue</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46248 Richard Harris</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46249 H. Marshall</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46250 William G. Hall</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46251 Rose Couch</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46252 Alfred Mugridge</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46253 James Couch</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46254 Eda Moxey</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46255 Alfred Chapman</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46256 Lucy Routcliffe</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46257 Hy. J. Richards</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46258 Polly Dolphin</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46259 Lily Couch</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46260 Wm R. Rees</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46261 Ernest Yandell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46262 Edward J. Welsh</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46263 Charles Evans</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46264 Henry Chapman</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46265 Walter Rees</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46266 Willy Bickford</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46267 Richard Warn</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46268 Wm. C. Simmons</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46269 William Andrews</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46270 Stephn. H. Tozer</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46271 Alfred Jenkins</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46272 Alfred Winn</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46273 R. Roseman</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46274 Ada Rickford</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46275 Geo. J. Budge</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46276 Charles Mallett</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46277 Frederick Giles</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46278 W. Blofield</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46279 Henry Freethy</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46280 Jane Hellyer</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46281 <span class="smcap">Ellen C. Butters</span>, New Cross</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46282 Minnie Burney</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46283 Rosa East</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46284 Kate Townsend</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46285 Nellie Grimston</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46286 Maud A. King</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46287 Ruth Cleathers</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46288 Eleanor Clark</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46289 H. Cannadine</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46290 M. M. Armitage</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46291 Emily Stanton</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46292 Emma Rodnell</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46293 Selina Osborn</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46294 Catherine Mills</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46295 Ethel O'Donnell</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46296 Eliza Palgrave</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46297 Lydia Millington</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46298 A. M. B. Hubbard</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46299 Ellen Langley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46300 Emma Harber</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46301 Susan Stanton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46302 Isabel Murrell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46303 Phœbe E. Jones</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46304 Florence Sims</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46305 F. Cannadine</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46306 Alice M. Pulling</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46307 Ada F. Boness</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46308 Alice E. Palmer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46309 Alice Raymond</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46310 Laura Dodd</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46311 Eva Vale</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46312 Minnie Wallace</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46313 M. A. Aldridge</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46314 Louisa Greenner</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46315 Amy Crowther</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46316 Emma Osborn</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46317 Theresa Porter</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46318 A. M. Wakeling</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46319 Isabel S. Sharp</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46320 Margaret Bassam</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46321 Mary Cannadine</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46322 Ada Sewell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46323 Alice Binsted</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46324 Hetty Kimber</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46325 Bessie Tullett</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46326 Ida C. Vale</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46327 Lizzie Rowland</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46328 Ada Young</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46329 E. J. Millgate</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46330 Lillian Taylor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46331 Emily Harner</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46332 <span class="smcap">Alfred Crowhurst</span>, Islington</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46333 John Offer</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46334 James Toynton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46335 Willie Morris</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46336 C. W. Elborne</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46337 Francis Frayer</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46338 Walter Mansfield</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46339 Jeanie Brown</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46340 Nellie Brown</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46341 Jamie Brown</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46342 Maggie Brown</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46343 F. Crossingham</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46344 Edward Blower</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46345 Harry Morton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46346 Robert Finlay</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46347 Will Roberts</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46348 Alfred Johnson</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46349 Fredk. G. Gooch</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46350 C. M. Stephens</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46351 Edith Lance</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46352 F. A. S. Harris</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46353 Fanny Watt</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46354 F. Crowhurst</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46355 Arthur Chapman</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46356 H. A. Kitchener</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46357 Emily Boult</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46358 Clara Kübler</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46359 E. J. Baker</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46360 Arthur Blake</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46361 Frank Watt</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46362 Sydney Sullens</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46363 L. Crowhurst</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46364 Robert J. Johnson</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46365 Charles H. Pull</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46366 Frank Warrell</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46367 Fredk. J. Modell</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46368 Frank Cross</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46369 Edith Bulson</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46370 Lillian Lance<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span></td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46371 Lily Hunt</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46372 Charlotte Bulson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46373 Charles Copeland</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46374 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - Charles Walters' age in the original is not clear - 3 is not visible">Charles Walters</ins></td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46375 Geo. Browhurst</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46376 E. Irwin</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46377 Victor Farley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46378 Charles Watt</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46379 John Porter</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46380 Sidney Jordan</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46381 I. Cuthbertson</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46382 Harry Westcott</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46383 Mary Bryant</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46384 M. McMillan</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46385 <span class="smcap">H. L. Osborne</span>, Ashborne</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46386 Clara Hood</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46387 H. E. Hood</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46388 Eva Eyre</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46389 Ethel Slater</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46390 C. T. Reeve</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46391 Alice M. Smith</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46392 Mary M. Kerry</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46393 Margrt. Osborne</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46394 Mary E. Osborne</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46395 Ada Barnes</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46396 Tom Barnes</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46397 F. J. Howell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46398 L. A. Richardson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46399 J. G. Swinscoe</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46400 Mary Buxton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46401 Emma Buxton</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46402 Thos. E. Buxton</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46403 Agnes Buxton</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46404 Minnie Sowter</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46405 F. E. Osborne</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46406 F. J Osborne</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46407 Antill Osborne</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46408 Lillian Turner</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46409 S. J. Middleton</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46410 Sarah A. Burton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46411 John W. Twigge</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46412 E. V. Higgins</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46413 Jane Morley</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46414 Adelaide Doxey</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46415 John Doxey</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46416 E. A. Davies</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46417 J. T. Parker</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46418 G. Twigge</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46419 C. E. Smith</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46420 Frank Smith</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46421 Joseph Holmes</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46422 Alice M. Clifford</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46423 H. F. Clifford</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46424 Thos. H. Clifford</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46425 Marian Clifford</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46426 Esther Barron</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46427 Louise Wall</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46428 Fredk. T. Lewis</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46429 Mary Lewis</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46430 F. M. Homer</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46431 Gertrude Homer</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46432 Florce. E. Homer</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46433 Nellie Bannister</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46434 F. E. Bannister</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46435 E. H. Bannister</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46436 Wm. Bannister</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46437 Harry Bannister</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46438 C. O. Bannister</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46439 S. E. Bannister</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46440 Frank Grigg</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46441 William Gall</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46442 Maggie Martin</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46443 John Martin</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46444 L. H. Langlands</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46445 Gretta Rahilly</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46446 Ethel Hollis</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46447 Alice M. Allen</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46448 C. M. Allen</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46449 Reginald Foster</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46450 Mabel Foster</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46451 <span class="smcap">Alice Webb</span>, Bow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46452 Minnie Cross</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46453 Amy Pounds</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46454 Ellen A. Kelly</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46455 B. E. Learmond</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46456 Mina L. Cole</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46457 A. Whitehead</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46458 Alfred E. Hicks</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46459 Rose May</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46460 Florce. E. Halls</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46461 Edith Harmer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46462 Florce. M. Creed</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46463 Alice M. Priddle</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46464 Julia R. Kaines</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46465 Jessie Steele</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46466 M. A. Halcrow</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46467 Florence Howard</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46468 E. L. Halcrow</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46469 Harry Wickett</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46470 Eliza A. Tovey</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46471 Archibald Webb</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46472 Elzbth. J. Bazelt</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46473 Alice L. Gibbs</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46474 Matha Walter</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46475 Alice Hallett</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46476 A. G. Armstrong</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46477 Annie C. Howard</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46478 Catherine Webb</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46479 Bertram Harmer</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46480 E. A. Kingston</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46481 George Lindsay</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46482 E. A. Collyer</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46483 D. G. Phillips</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46484 Julia Suxworth</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46485 D. E. F. Webb</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46486 Alfred Tovey</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46487 E. F. Kingston</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46488 Florence M. Gill</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46489 Wm. G. Harmer</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46490 Edith H Webb</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46491 E. B. Aldridge</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46492 Albert Tovey</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46493 J. Danzelmann</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46494 Minnie J. Steele</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46495 Emma L. West</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46496 G. E. Wynne</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46497 Mary Hammond</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46498 A. C. L. Weller</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46499 Louisa Scott</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46500 Edith S. Potter</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46501 Arthur Lester</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46502 Edith Harwood</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46503 Lydia M. Britten</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46504 Florence Hepper</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46505 Ellen Buckley</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46506 Isabella Ouless</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46507 Heloise Pritchard</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46508 Beatrice Preston</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46509 Harry C. Nott</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46510 Elsie Nott</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46511 Maud Nott</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46512 Marion Nott</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46513 Nellie Peploe</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46514 Wm. Jennings</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46515 Rosy Jennings</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46516 Isabella Jennings</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46517 Elizabeth Adams</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46518 Emily Adams</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46519 Gertrude Beckett</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46520 M. A. Carroll</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46521 <span class="smcap">Florence M. Baylis</span>, Victoria Pk., Lndn.</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46522 Jeanie McFee</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46523 Alfred McFee</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46524 Eliza Wilkinson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46525 Helen S. Pickford</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46526 John Letch</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46527 Ada Louger</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46528 Walter Payne</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46529 Maud Blane</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46530 Stanley Baylis</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46531 L. M. Godfrey</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46532 Nellie Kniep</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46533 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the name in the original shows "Edith F, Clayton" with a comma">Edith F. Clayton</ins></td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46534 E. L. Willmott</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46535 Mary E. Young</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46536 E. C. A. Wegner</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46537 Maud A. Heath</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46538 Amy Tyler</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46539 C. Wegner</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46540 Wm. T. Rogers</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46541 Florrie Rogers</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46542 Edward Rogers</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46543 Amy Rogers</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46544 Eva Davis</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46545 Agnes Davis</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46546 Hilda M. Dott</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46547 Elizabeth Dott</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46548 B. Freeman</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46549 Harold Freeman</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46550 Florence Dabbs</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46551 Alice Dabbs</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46552 E. C. Boughen</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46553 Alfred Davis</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46554 Freddy Davis</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46555 Ada Davis</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46556 Florence Davis</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46557 Emily Davis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46558 Edith Dyer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46559 Fredk. J. Dyer</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46560 Lucy Blenman</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46561 J. L. Blenman</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46562 Ernest Blenman</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46563 Harriet Cockrill</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46564 Kate Cass</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46565 Emily Collins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46566 Lina Cass</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46567 Teresa Collins</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46568 Daisy E. Willmott</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46569 Margt. R. Hanna</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46570 Alice Sanders</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46571 J. Bartholomew</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46572 Helen M. Sharpe</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46573 Mamie de Messing</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46574 H. L. Thomas</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46575 C. F. Mulliken</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46576 T. S. Thomas</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46577 C. E. Jobling</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46578 Charles A. Wills</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46579 John Wills</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46580 <span class="smcap">Edith Seward</span>, Poplar</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46581 Katharine Jones</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46582 M. G. Bundock</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46583 Ellen E. LeGall</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46584 Ada C. Finnis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46585 Julia Sutton</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46586 Ellen Silvester</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46587 Lily Bundock</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46588 Aurelie Vaillant</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46589 Lucy Styles</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46590 Theresa Wells</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46591 F. E. M. Dobson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46592 A. G. Elston</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46593 E. A. Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46594 Violet A. Wheeler</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46595 Jenny Gibb</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46596 E. A. Wallworth</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46597 Eleanor Nowell</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46598 Mary J. Nowell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46599 Amy Terry</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46600 Isabella Nowell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46601 Eliza Macland</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46602 Mary Townsend</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46603 Jane Catlin</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46604 H. E. Jacobs</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46605 Ellen Buckley</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46606 Margt. Moore</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46607 Clare E. Coombs</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46608 Margaret Martin</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46609 Ellen Christmas</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46610 Nellie Toomey</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46611 Ellen Chouchman</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46612 John Craddock</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46613 A. Steward</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46614 A. P. McLean</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46615 Wm. J. Smith</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46616 Henry E. New</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46617 W. le Gall</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46618 Alfred Smith</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46619 W. E. McLean</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46620 Joseph Styles</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46621 William Durling</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46622 Sidney Rowe</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46623 Herbert Rowe</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46624 Wm. H. Seward</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46625 Arthur Ellis</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46626 Wm. Macland</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46627 Sidney Macland</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46628 William Norwell</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46629 Louisa Macland</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46630 P. A. Seward</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46631 Hannah Warwick</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46632 Maggie Wiper</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46633 H. Benington</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46634 A. E. Hollis</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46635 Bertha Hollis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46636 Ibrahim Naame</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46637 E. M. Studdy</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46638 A. G. E. Studdy</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46639 A. T. Bonham</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46640 E. A. Bonham</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46641 <span class="smcap">Clara H Poole</span>, Cheltenham</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46642 Annie M. Potter</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46643 Lucy Tippetts</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46644 E. C. Osborne</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46645 Mary J. Slader</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46646 Rosa E. Mason</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46647 John Guy</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46648 M. H. Letheren</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46649 Sophie Baugham</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46650 Maria Tippetts</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46651 Thos. C. Guy</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46652 Amy S. Slader</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46653 Mary A. Shill</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46654 L. K. Holliday</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46655 E. H. Letheren</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46656 Anne Tippetts</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46657 M. M. Morland</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46658 H. E. Giles</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46659 Annie Whitfield</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46660 Florce. Robinson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46661 Rose G. Tinker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46662 Charles W. Tyler</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46663 Isabella E. Giles</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46664 Freddy A. Pratt</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46665 Laura E. Hunt</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46666 Ellen Swinscoe</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46667 Edwd. Swinscoe</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46668 L. M. E. Mitchell</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46669 A. L. Holliday</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46670 A. E. Robins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46671 Amy Harboure</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46672 Charles E. Slader</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46673 Maggie Dix</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46674 F. B. Slatter</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46675 John R. Tyler</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46676 Lizzie Weaver</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46677 Ellen E. Tyler</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46678 F. M. Freeman</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46679 Stanley A. Hunt</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46680 Harriett E. Hunt</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46681 Sarah J. Guise</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46682 Agnes E. Slader</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46683 Dannie Kelliher</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46684 Annie Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46685 John S. Letheren</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46686 Caleb H. Slader</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46687 George H. Hunt</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46688 Annie L. Deane</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46689 T. H. Giles</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46690 E. G. F. Poole</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46691 Fanny Minett</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46692 Alice Reed</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46693 R. H. Langstone</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46694 Nellie Slade</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46695 Kate E. Deane</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46696 H. A. Pritchard</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46697 <span class="smcap">Ada Woolley</span>, Westminster</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46698 Sarah Fielder</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46699 Emily Smith</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46700 Edith Guillim</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46701 Beatrice Warren</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46702 Florence Turner</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46703 Lily Weeks</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46704 L. E. Demone</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46705 Mariam John</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46706 Mary Lukins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46707 Mary Bowen</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46708 Alice Smith</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46709 Edmund Leech</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46710 Rebecca Bolton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46711 B. L. Jones</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46712 Honor Bolton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46713 Julia Douglas</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46714 Charles Hill</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46715 Miriam Cade</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46716 Hannah Weeks</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46717 Edith Russell</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46718 Clara Russell</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46719 Julia Weeks</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46720 A. M. Banks</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46721 John Weeks</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46722 Sarah Topham</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46723 Annie Button</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46724 Ada Biffen</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46725 Alice Wiffen</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46726 Lizzie McCullock</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46727 Lilly Wiffen</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46728 Rosa Collins</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46729 Louisa Austin</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46730 Clara Banks</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46731 Lula M. Wilson</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46732 Alice Davis</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46733 A. Norridge</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46734 C. Carwood</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46735 William Hill</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46736 Ethel Russell</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46737 A. Blofield</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46738 James H. Wilson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46739 F. H. Woolley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46740 Frank Bedford</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46741 Alice Lucas</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46742 Edith Davis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46743 Alice Lohmann</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46744 F. E. Picking</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46745 Sarah Carwood</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46746 A. Hockney</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46747 Elzbth. Fielder</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46748 F. L. Russell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46749 Clara Lillifant</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46750 Edith Baker</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46751 Ada M. Leach</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46752 M. J. Creagh</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46753 Laura Gillatt</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46754 Edwin P. Page</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46755 Sarah Boughen</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46756 Alice E. Boyton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46757 Louisa Hyde</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46758 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the name is unclear in the original - the "i" is not visible">Hilda</ins> V. Bayly</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46759 Charles J Brans</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46760 Rosa Mitchell</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46761 William Pruden</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46762 Henry T. Mullord</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46763 William Jennings</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46764 Rosa Jennings</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46765 <span class="smcap">F. Steinle</span>, Gt. Chapel St., Ldn.</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46766 Phillip Limback</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46767 Henry Filgate</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46768 Mary Maddick</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46769 Ettie How</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46770 Nellie Pierson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46771 Helen Scotcher</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46772 Julia Robinson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46773 F. Nightingale</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46774 Fredk. Limback</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46775 Charles Green</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46776 George Clements</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46777 Phillip Raphael</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46778 Fredk. Finbow</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46779 Christian Steinle</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46780 Frank Randall</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46781 Albert Steinle</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46782 Herbert Puttock</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46783 William Steinle</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46784 George Steinle</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46785 James Roe</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46786 Walter Bull</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46787 John Akers</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46788 Ethel Budd</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46789 Edith Williams</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46790 Robert Harrison</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46791 Frederick Fuller</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46792 Kate Roe</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46793 Charles Cameron</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46794 Wm. Cameron</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46795 Lillian Brown</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46796 William Walker</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46797 Abraham Harris</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46798 Joseph Roe</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46799 Rose Billett</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46800 A. Steinle</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46801 Lindsay Ash</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46802 Louise Roe</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46803 Mary Steinle</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46804 Arthur G. Bull</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46805 Willie Finbow</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46806 Edward Moore</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46807 Fray Blewer</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46808 George Limback</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46809 Emily Willomatt</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46810 Chas. Kilminster</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46811 Frank Collins</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46812 Roley Harris</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46813 William Dones</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46814 Henry Green</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46815 Rose Steinle</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46816 Willie Randall</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46817 <span class="smcap">Carrie G. Rees</span>, Oswestry</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46818 Arthur Thomas</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46819 Walter M. Shaw</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46820 C. A. Humphreys</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46821 M. H. Humphreys</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46822 Isabel Turner</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46823 Alice A. Evans</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46824 Amy Scotcher</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46825 M. E. Garner</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46826 Lilian Turner</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46827 Jessie F. Hughes</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46828 Norrie Thomas</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46829 John Thomas</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46830 Mary A. Thomas</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46831 M. J. Thomas</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46832 C. Thomas</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46833 E. H. Pryce</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46834 Margrt. E. Pryce</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46835 Thos. H. Pryce</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46836 R. Williams</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46837 Edith Williams</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46838 Kate I. Pryce</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46839 Samuel H. Pryce</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46840 Mary E. Pryce</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46841 Jessie M. Jones</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46842 Nora Jones</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46843 Annie Jenkins</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46844 George Jenkins</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46845 Kate Jenkins</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46846 Jessie Jenkins</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46847 Pollie Jones</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46848 Emily Jones</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46849 Annie Jones</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46850 Annie E. Price</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46851 Wm. H. Turner</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46852 Dora Turner</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46853 Hannah Evans</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46854 Kate Thomas</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46855 M. L. Tilsley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46856 Emma E. Tilsley</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46857 May Davies</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46858 Emily S. Davies</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46859 Alfred P. Chivers</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46860 A. O. Chivers</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46861 Ethel A. Chivers</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46862 Ernest C. Chivers</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46863 H. B. Chivers</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46864 Hilda Chivers</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46865 Maud Griffiths</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46866 Melville McKie</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46867 Fanny McKie</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46868 Mary E. Byron</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46869 Sarah J. Byron</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46870 J. R. Pomarede</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46871 <span class="smcap">Ina McNeill</span>, Belfast</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46872 Haidee Robb</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46873 E. McDowell</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46874 Annie Vance</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46875 Lizzie Tipping</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46876 Sara Corbitt</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46877 H. D. Ruddell</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46878 F. Thornton</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46879 E. A. Corbitt</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46880 J. A. Haslett</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46881 Ethel Maxwell</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46882 Annie Elliott</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46883 Mary A. Ruddell</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46884 Agnes Reid</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46885 K. D. Blakely</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46886 Lizzie Harput</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46887 Mary Harrison</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46888 A. L. D. Russell</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46889 Sophie Robb</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46890 Maude Black</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46891 Annie R. Taylor</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46892 Annie Shelton</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46893 Maggie Hanna</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46894 Maud Niven</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46895 David Taylor</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46896 Mary Stewart</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46897 J. E. McAskie</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46898 Lizzie Kelly</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46899 R. McCracken.</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46900 Sarah Harpur</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46901 Edith Clarke</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46902 G. Gimshaw</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46903 Lizzie Burden</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46904 Anna Morton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46905 E. L. Buchanan</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46906 Mary M. Cromie</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46907 Freda Martin</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46908 M. B. Burden</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46909 Maggie Fisher</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46910 Kathleen Stewart</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46911 Etta Thompson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46912 Georgina Purdon</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46913 Lizzie Purdon</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46914 Susan Byers</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46915 Olga Loewenthal</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46916 Fairie Morgan</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46917 Carrie G. Ward</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46918 Mary Heron</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46919 Florence Gordon</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46920 Frances Naylor</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46921 Chattie Taylor</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46922 <span class="smcap">A. Crossman</span>, Bow</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46923 M. A. Williams</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46924 Eliza E. West</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46925 Florce. Davidson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46926 Fredk. Drayson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46927 C. Chatterton</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46928 Charles Drayson</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46929 Alice A. Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46930 Emily Reid</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46931 Lamisa J. Jones</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46932 Ada R. Nevill</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46933 George Nevill</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46934 C. Newton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46935 C. Newman</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46936 William Jones</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46937 Emily J. Jones</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46938 Mary Barnard</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46939 Florce. Constable</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46940 Edith Sortwell</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46941 Mary A. Gillen</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46942 A. W. Sydenham</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46943 Kate Adams</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46944 K. H. Wimshurst</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46945 Charlotte Robbie</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46946 M. L. Manchee</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46947 Rose Cooper</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46948 E. Danzelman</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46949 Sarah Skuse</td><td align="right">21</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46950 Olive Philbrick</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46951 Elizabeth Fay</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46952 Annie Howlett</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46953 Alice Hodges</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46954 Caroline Green</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46955 Alice Rushbrook</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46956 Kate Finch</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46957 Eleanor Harris</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46958 Florence Harris</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46959 Julia R. Kaines</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46960 Alice Winhall</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46961 Albert Lane</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46962 Martha Watson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46963 Jane Smith</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46964 F. Rudderham</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46965 Anne Cearns</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46966 F. McKindley</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46967 James W. Cearns</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46968 Louisa A. Cearns</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46969 Emma Taylor</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46970 Edith Cearns</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46971 Matilda Ford</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46972 Edith Green</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46973 C. F. Truman</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46974 Ellen Ward</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46975 C. E. Partington</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46976 E. A. Partington</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46977 Lucy Taylor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46978 Geo F. Taylor</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46979 J. A. Truman</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46980 Edith M. Truman</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46981 Lizzie Truman</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46982 E. M. Truman</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46983 Jessie G. Truman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46984 Fredk. Guy</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46985 Grace I. Truman</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46986 Josph. W. Baxter</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46987 E. M. Asquith</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46988 Florrie Spencer</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46989 Alice Spencer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46990 Edith Spencer</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46991 E. W. Shakespear</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46992 E. M. Shakespear</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46993 E. W. Warman</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46994 Harry Hawkins</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46995 Herbert Hawkins</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46996 <span class="smcap">Elizabeth Perkins</span>, Bow</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46997 Albert Mackrow</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46998 Rosa Felgate</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>46999 George Stannard</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47000 John Rushbrook</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47001 Annie Palmer</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47002 Lillian Shelton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47003 Helen Roberts</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47004 Henry Fullick</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47005 Rebecca Fullick</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47006 Sarah Stapleton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47007 F. C. Stedman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47008 John Morgan</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47009 William Palmer</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47010 Lillian Macland</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47011 Harry Roberts</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47012 Clara A. Gibbs</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47013 William Roberts</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47014 Helen Hyam</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47015 David Dickerson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47016 Hannah Maskell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47017 Wm. Stapleton</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47018 Minnie Valantine</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47019 Francis Maskell</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47020 Louisa Dennis</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47021 Margaret Irven</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47022 Elizabeth Silva</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47023 Jane Sayers</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47024 Emily Sexton</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47025 Clara Dickerson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47026 Florence Sayers</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47027 F. Dickerson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47028 Emily Stapleton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47029 Clara A. Brooks</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47030 Mary A. Ellis</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47031 Mary A. Jones</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47032 Mary A. Forrow</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47033 Maria E. Ray</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47034 Alice L. Howard</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47035 Ellen R. Adams</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47036 Charlotte Brooks</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47037 Elizabeth Hulme</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47038 Minnie Mackland</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47039 Mary Rushbrook</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47040 Alice Stannard</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47041 Lillie Palmer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47042 Ellen Barrett</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47043 Annie Silva</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47044 Annie Palmer</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47045 George Roberts</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47046 E. H. Davey</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47047 Gertrde. Waldron<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47048 Eliz. A. Clements</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47049 D. A. Harrison</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47050 Ethel K. Swan</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47051 Margt. A. Yates</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47052 Amy F. Swan</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47053 Mary J. Bold</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47054 Elizabeth Crowe</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47055 Matilda Crowe</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47056 Grace G. Parry</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47057 <span class="smcap">Edith H. Webb</span>, Bow</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47058 Agnes L. Allum</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47059 Louisa G. Winter</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47060 Alice M. Davis</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47061 E. S. Ashdown</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47062 Annie Hearsey</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47063 Sarah Broom</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47064 Ada V. Jones</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47065 Ada Ferguson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47066 Eliza Finnis</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47067 W. H. Armstrong</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47068 Mary M. Davis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47069 M. F. Ferguson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47070 E. S. Coomber</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47071 Lydia A. Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47072 F. C. Ballard</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47073 M. F. Creighton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47074 Isabella Tomling</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47075 Ada Keable</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47076 F. M. Davidson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47077 A. E. Browning</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47078 M. L. Keable</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47079 Ada Rohwetter</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47080 H. E. Ashdown</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47081 Jenny Anthony</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47082 Elizbth. Cluney</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47083 Mabel Miller</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47084 Janet Munn</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47085 Lilian E. Wood</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47086 Elizbth. L. Woolf</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47087 A. S. K. Dobson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47088 Harriett Odonko</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47089 Ada Mayne</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47090 Alice M. Lovett</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47091 Alice Mackelcken</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47092 A. L. Nigthingale</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47093 R. M. Winter</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47094 F. M. Hammond</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47095 A. E. Denham</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47096 F. L. Parnell</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47097 E. M. Davis</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47098 Minnie Ashdown</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47099 R. M. Winter</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47100 A. M. Wakeham</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47101 Arthur Cross</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47102 Arthur Blaker</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47103 L. B. Wakeham</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47104 M. Hammond</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47105 Alice E. R. Burn</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47106 L. M. Ferguson</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47107 E. A. Kaines</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47108 M. A. Kaines</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47109 Emily C. Allen</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47110 Ada L. Freir</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47111 Herbert J. Jeffery</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47112 F. J. C. Jeffery</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47113 Fredk. J. Symes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47114 <span class="smcap">Jane Reid</span>, Rothesay</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47115 McNeill Duncan</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47116 Annie B. Cook</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47117 Jeannie Gow</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47118 James R. Gow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47119 Maggie Lowson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47120 Beatrice Lowson</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47121 Lizzie Lowson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47122 Wm. McCullock</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47123 A. Colville</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47124 James Colville</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47125 Jane Ludlow</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47126 Elizbth. Ludlow</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47127 Hy. H. Thomson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47128 Gordon Thomson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47129 A. C. Thomson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47130 Grace C. Thom</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47131 Isabella Black</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47132 Bella Macloy</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47133 W. MacClilland</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47134 E. R. Macdonald</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47135 H. McDonald</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47136 John G. Palmer</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47137 Sarah B. Stewart</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47138 Thomas Stewart</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47139 Arthur Brash</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47140 Harris Brash</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47141 M. Brash</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47142 Frank Brash</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47143 Gregor T. Brash</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47144 Sarah Lindsay</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47145 M. B. Furguson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47146 Hannah Duncan</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47147 Mary Worling</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47148 Helen Murray</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47149 A. M. Murray</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47150 J. A. L. Murray</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47151 A. Murray</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47152 Andrew Murray</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47153 E. C. Rankin</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47154 C. M. Rankin</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47155 Pryce Rankin</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47156 Maud Porter</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47157 A. M. Barrowman</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47158 W. R. Barrowman</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47159 T. Barrowman</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47160 M. Barrowman</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47161 M. Barrowman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47162 J. M. Barrowman</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47163 Mary B. Blair</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47164 Elizabeth Phillp</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47165 E. B. Watmouth</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47166 W. Watmouth</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47167 H. E. Warwick</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47168 Alfred E. Curtis</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47169 Kate M. Curtis</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47170 Jessie Curtis</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47171 Edgar H. Curtis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47172 <span class="smcap">G. H. Orlebar</span>, Clapton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47173 S. C. Akehurst</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47174 Anne M. Bailey</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47175 Thos. A. Baynes</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47176 Elizabeth Bush</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47177 Arthur E. Coates</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47178 Fanny Cox</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47179 Fredk. C. Dove</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47180 James N. Dove:</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47181 T. S. Edridge</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47182 Chas. Emerson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47183 C. G. Fishlock</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47184 A. J. Freshwater</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47185 Henry Frost</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47186 M. R. Griffith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47187 Alice Hall</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47188 Fanny A. Hall</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47189 E. H. Hillworth</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47190 M. E. Hillworth</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47191 Susan Hughes</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47192 Emma Hull</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47193 Fanny Hull</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47194 Alfred J. Hunt</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47195 A. T. Ireland</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47196 A. J. Jamieson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47197 H. G. Jamieson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47198 Charles J. King</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47199 John A. Law</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47200 R. J. Messenger</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47201 Ada E. Moore</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47202 Chas. M. Morris</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47203 Chas. M. Mynott</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47204 E. P. Newberry</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47205 Emily J. Orlebar</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47206 Wm. G. H. Paull</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47207 Arthur T. Pike</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47208 Arthur G. Pipe</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47209 Wm. C. Potter</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47210 William Radley</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47211 C. J. Rainbow</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47212 Jessie Rainbow</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47213 William J. Rous</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47214 Wm. H. Sanders</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47215 Richard T. Scott</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47216 Arthur H. Sibley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47217 Joseph Sleap</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47218 A. L. Stevenson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47219 Fredk. W. Upson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47220 George Wall</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47221 Sarah Welsh</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47222 Joseph Wright</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47223 Joseph Wilson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47224 Joseph Griffin</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47225 Charles Griffin</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47226 George Gregg</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47227 Edgar Marshall</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47228 Edward Harris</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47229 G. F. Brewill</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47230 <span class="smcap">B. Sanders</span>, Shepherd's Bsh.</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47231 Emma Jänko</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47232 Ellen Dowling</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47233 Janet Cooke</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47234 Francis Ward</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47235 Katie Ward</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47236 Marcia Cooke</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47237 Fanny Stoyle</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47238 Mary Pearce</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47239 H. V. Pearson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47240 Daniel Holmans</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47241 Emma Dowling</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47242 Annie Angell</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47243 William Kennedy</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47244 A. B. Rugg</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47245 Maggie Jones</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47246 Levi Jenkins</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47247 Fredk. Price</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47248 Emily Williams</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47249 Agnes Hughes</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47250 Emily Jones</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47251 Bessie Beigh</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47252 Mary Welch</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47253 Minnie Barnard</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47254 Julia Cowlin</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47255 Mabel Cock</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47256 Rose Patmer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47257 Emma Welch</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47258 Thomas Wilton</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47259 William Smith</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47260 Clara Cock</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47261 Sarah Watson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47262 Oswald N. Roper</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47263 Arthur Stacey</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47264 Lizzie Kendrew</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47265 Nellie Kenneth</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47266 Elsie M. Kenneth</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47267 Alice A. Kenneth</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47268 E. M. Kenneth</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47269 Clara Phillips</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47270 Edward Phillips</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47271 Edith Fetcher</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47272 Florry Fetcher</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47273 Clara Fetcher</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47274 H. O. Kenneth</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>47275 George Maxwell</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<p class="center">[<i>Officers and Members +are referred to a Special +Notice on page 55.</i>]</p> + +<hr /> + +<h2><a name="True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes" +id="True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes"></a>TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.</h2> + +<h4>TEACHING A DOG TO READ.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap180a"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,—My father knows a gentleman +who is teaching his dog to read. He prepared some +thick pieces of cardboard and printed on each card, +in large letters, such words as <i>Bone</i>, <i>Food</i>, <i>Out</i>, &c. He +first gave the dog food in a saucer on the card <i>food</i>, and then +he placed an empty saucer on a blank card. Van is his name, +and he is a black poodle. The next thing he did was to teach +Van to bring the cards to him. He brings the card with <i>out</i> +on if he wishes to go out. One day he brought the card with +<i>food</i> upon it nine times, the card being placed in a different +position each time among the other cards. The gentleman +hopes to teach him more, for Van quite understands what he +has learnt.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">H. E. Fowler</span>.<br /> +(Aged 13.)</p> +<p><i>Woodthorne, Wolverhampton.</i></p> + +<h4>TWO CLEVER HORSES.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap180bc"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,—We were once in the country. +There was a gentleman living near us, and he had +two horses and a carriage. One night he was +driving home from dinner, when suddenly the horses stopped. +The coachman whipped them, but still they would not move +a step farther, so the footman got down and lit a lantern to +see what was the matter. What was his surprise to see a +tree lying right across the road. Wasn't it clever of the +horses to know the tree was there when it was so dark? The +gentleman was very pleased with his horses, because if they +had gone on the carriage would have been upset.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Antony S. Byng</span>.<br /> +(Aged 7¼.)</p> +<p><i>St. Peter's Parsonage, Cranley Gardens, London, S.W.</i></p> + +<h4>RUFFLE, THE SWIMMING CAT.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap180bc"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,—Not long ago I was given a +little tabby Persian kitten, about four months old, +which I called "Ruffle." We soon became great +friends, and when I went out she would follow me like a dog. +At the bottom of our park there is a river, in which we have +a bathing-place. One morning when I was going to bathe +I thought I would take Ruffle with me, as it would be a nice +run for her, and I could leave her with my maid in the punt +whilst I was in the water. She did not seem in the least +afraid until I was in the water, and then she began to mew. +She would not stay in the maid's lap, but ran to the side of +the punt mewing piteously. I came to the side of the punt +and stroked her and she began to purr at once. I thought +she would be quite happy now, and so I left her, but I had +hardly turned my back before I heard a little splash and +turning round saw my maid vainly trying to rescue Ruffle, +who had jumped into the water! Instead of trying to reach +the bank she swam to me. Of course I picked her up, little +drowned mite that she was, and took her into the bathing-house +and dried her as well as I could. I need not say +that this proof of her affection made us firmer friends than +ever.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Marian C. Brodrick</span>.<br /> +(Aged 14.)</p> +<p><i>Peper Harow,<br /> +Godalming, Surrey.</i></p> + +<h4>A DOG'S TRICK.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap180bc"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,—I thought you would like to +hear of a trick played by a Newfoundland dog of +whom its owner was very fond. One day my grandpapa, +whilst out walking with another gentleman, was boasting +rather of the cleverness of Victor, his dog, in finding +things which he had not seen. His friend asked if he would +hide something <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the punctuation after "now" is unclear in the original">now</ins>, and not show the dog. My grandfather +agreed, and while Victor was not looking placed his stick in +the gutter. The two gentlemen then walked on for about a +mile and a half; the dog was then called, and told to fetch +the stick. By-and-by he returned, but without the cane. +Grandpapa was very angry, especially as his friend remarked +that he never really believed it possible for any animal to find +a thing at such a distance. The dog was sent back again, +but returned with the same result. The gentlemen then determined +to follow him, and see where he went. And what +do you think the sly fellow did?—why just went round the +corner and lay down till he thought it was time to go back! +But when he found our that he was discovered he went and +brought the stick to grandpapa, who could not help laughing +at the trick he had been played.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Edith Parnell</span>.<br /> +(Aged 13.)</p> +<p>13, <i>Windsor Terrace, Newcastle-on-Tyne</i>.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span>.—Each Story, Anecdote, &c., when sent to the +Editor, must be certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other +responsible person, as being both <i>True and Original</i>.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner" +id="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER.</h2> + +<h4>ANSWER TO "PICTURE WANTING WORDS" (<i>p.</i> 128).</h4> + +<h4>FIRST PRIZE ANSWER.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap183"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> picture on page 128 of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> represents +the ruins of the vast Flavian Amphitheatre, +or, as it is also called, Coliseum. After a period +of civil war and confusion, Vespasian began the +Flavian dynasty, and entered upon his reign by +filling up the spaces made by the demolitions +of Nero, and by the fire, with large buildings, the most +conspicuous and massive of them being the Coliseum. It +is not known whether this name was given to it from its +tremendous size or from the Colossus of Nero which stood +near.</p> + +<p>Vespasian, however, did not complete it, but his son +Titus, who succeeded him, did so. The splendour of the +interior, as gathered from Roman poets, was said to be +unequalled. Marble statues filled the arcades, gilt and +brazen network supported on ivory posts and wheels +protected the spectators from the wild beasts, fountains of +fragrant waters were scattered throughout the building, and +marble tripods for burning the incense upon. Speaking of +the size of it, it covers five acres of ground, and is capable of +holding a hundred thousand persons. An idea of the +solidity of the building may be taken from the fact that +after two thousand years, during which time it has been +used for a quarry for materials for palaces and churches, +nearly three-quarters still remain. Now that a description +of the building has been given, I will say something about +the uses of it.</p> + +<p>The Coliseum was first of all built for gladiatorial shows, +which were the favourite amusement of the Romans. All +of both sexes, from the Emperor down to the meanest slave, +used to flock to see them. Primitive Christianity is associated +in a great degree with this building; "The Christians +to the Lions" often being the cry throughout the city, and +hundreds of innocent persons were "butchered to make a +Roman holiday." The first Christian Emperor tried to put +a stop to this butchery (statistics say that the combats of +this amphitheatre cost from twenty to thirty thousand lives +per month), but the custom was too deeply rooted to be +stopped all at once. In the reign of Honorius, however, it +was altogether abolished. It is very marvellous how this piece +of masonry should have stood through all these years with +comparatively so little decay.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">H. D. Hope.</span><br /> +(Aged 15).</p> +<p>11, <i>Greenfield Crescent, Edgbaston,<br /> +Birmingham.</i><br /> +Certified by <span class="smcap">Henry Hope</span> (Father).</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>LIST OF HONOUR.</h4> + +<p><i>First Prize (One-Guinea Book), with Officer's Medal of +the "Little Folks" Legion of Honour</i>;—<span class="smcap">H. D. Hope</span> (15), +11, Greenfield Crescent, Edgbaston, Birmingham. <i>Second +Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book), with Officer's +Medal</i>:—<span class="smcap">Margaret T. S. Beattie</span> (13), St. Michael's, +Torquay. <i>Honourable Mention, with Members Medal</i>:—<span class="smcap">M. +Agnes Howard</span> (10½), 15, Clarence Square, Gosport; +<span class="smcap">G. G. Callcott</span> (15½), Hageldon, 27, Shepherd's Bush +Road; <span class="smcap">Kate E. Greenhow</span> (12½), Highfield, Chelmsford, +Essex; <span class="smcap">Edith Wingate</span> (15), 2, Finlayson Place, Relvinside, +Glasgow; <span class="smcap">Adriana Poli</span> (11), 24, Via Ricasoli, +Livorno, Italy; <span class="smcap">Sybil Coventry</span> (13½), Severn Stoke +Rectory, Worcester; <span class="smcap">Clifford Crawford</span> (11¾), 21, +Windsor Street, Edinburgh; <span class="smcap">Edith B. Jowett</span> (15¾), +Thackley Road, Idle, near Bradford; <span class="smcap">Percy G. Trendell</span> +(12), 10, Coburg Place, Bayswater Road, London, S.W.</p> + +<h3><span class="smcap">The "Little Folks" Annual for 1885.</span></h3> + +<p class="center">The <span class="smcap">"Little Folks" Annual</span> for 1885 (price Sixpence) will be published on the 25th of October, 1884, under the title of</p> + +<h3>"A SHIPFUL OF CHILDREN, AND THEIR MERRY ADVENTURES."</h3> + +<p>In this <span class="smcap">Annual</span> will be related, in a number of bright and entertaining Stories, the amusing adventures and incidents +which befell several Children during a wonderful "voyage" undertaken by them; and, in addition to telling of all the doings +of these Children, and of what they saw and heard, the <span class="smcap">Annual</span> will contain a large number of laughable Puzzles, Riddles, +&c., a Song with Music, and a new Indoor or Outdoor Entertainment by Geo. Manville Fenn, which has been specially +written with the view to its being easily performed at home by Boys and Girls. All the Stories in "<span class="smcap">A Shipful of +Children</span>" are from the pens of Authors with whose writings readers of "<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>" are familiar, including the Author +of "Prince Pimpernel," Henry Frith, Julia Goddard (who contributes a Fairy Story), Robert Richardson, the Author of +"Claimed at Last," and others; while the Illustrations—humorous and otherwise, and about Forty in number—have +been specially drawn by Harry Furniss, Hal Ludlow, Lizzie Lawson, Gordon Browne, C. Gregory, W. Rainey, A. S. Fenn, +E. J. Walker, and others. The Editor would remind intending purchasers that the <span class="smcap">"Little Folks" Annual</span> last year was +out of print a few days after publication, and many were in consequence unable to obtain copies; it is desirable, therefore, +so as to avoid disappointment, that orders for "<span class="smcap">A Shipful of Children</span>" should be given to booksellers as early as possible.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles" id="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.</h2> + + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i187.jpg" width="300" height="343" alt="Illustration: bird" title="Illustration: bird" /> +</div> + +<p class="center">PICTORIAL NATURAL HISTORY PUZZLE.</p> + +<p>My 2, 3, 4, 7, 6 = pungent.<br /> +My 1, 9, 16 = to taste.<br /> +My 12, 11, 14, 10 = mists.<br /> +My 8, 5, 15 = an Egyptian notable.<br /> +My 6, 7, 13, 17 = food.<br /></p> + +<p>My whole is a bird.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.</p> + + +<p><span class="dropcap188a"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span> initials form the name of an island at the entrance +of the Baltic Sea.</p> + +<p>1. A lake in Switzerland.<br /> +2. A river in Spain.<br /> +3. A river in Italy.<br /> +4. The capital of a country in Europe.<br /> +5. Some mountains in Europe.<br /> +6. A river in Africa.<br /> +7. A river in Turkey.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">M. A. Ward.</span><br /> +(Aged 10½.)</p> +<p>54, <i>Southfield Square, Bradford, Yorks</i>.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap188b"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span> following is a verse from +one of Tom Hood's poems:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'× w × s × n × h × p × i × e × f × u × m × r × i × e,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">× n × v × n × n × c × l × a × d × o × l,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">× n × f × u × a × d × w × n × y × a × p × b × y ×<br /></span> +<span class="i2">C × m × b × u × d × n × o × t × f × c × o × l:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">× h × r × w × r × s × m × t × a × r × n × n × s × m × t × a × l × a × t,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">× i × e × r × u × l × t × i × a × o × l.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Winifred H. Shacklock.</span><br /> +(Aged 11¾.)</p> +<p><i>Meadow House, Mansfield,<br /> +Nottingham.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">SQUARE WORDS.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap188c"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /> MARK.<br /> +2. An eatable.<br /> +3. Related.<br /> +4. A fissure.<br /> +1. A vehicle.<br /> +2. A tree.<br /> +3. Part of the verb <i>to ride</i>.<br /> +4. A river in England.<br /> +1. A partner.<br /> +2. A salt.<br /> +3. A melody.<br /> +4. A large bird.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Bertram G. Theobald</span>.<br /> +(Aged 12¾.)</p> +<p>2, <i>Ashley Road,<br /> +Hornsey Rise, London, N.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">BURIED NAMES OF RIVERS.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap189a"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span> building is erected near the town hall.<br /> +2. The king told us we served him well.<br /> +3. If they find us, we must run away.<br /> +4. Mary and Emma are going for a walk.<br /> +5. Feel how hot I am, Stella.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">C. Lilian Dickins</span>.<br /> +(Aged 11½.)</p> +<p>1, <i>Priory Gardens,<br /> +Folkestone</i>.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">RIDDLE-ME-REE.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap189b"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">y</span> first is in table, but not in chair.<br /> +My second is in orange, but not in pear.<br /> +My third is in come, but not in go.<br /> +My fourth is in fast, but not in slow.<br /> +My fifth is in tin, but not in lead.<br /> +My sixth is in cover, but not in bed.<br /> +My whole is a vegetable much liked by some,<br /> +And now my riddle-me-ree is done.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Percy Ellison.</span><br /> +(Aged 12.)</p> +<p>17, <i>Esplanade, Waterloo,<br /> +near Liverpool</i>.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">BURIED PROVERB.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap189c"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /> <span class="smcap">word</span> of the proverb is contained +in each line.</p> + +<p>1. There were a great many +people at the ball.<br /> +2. Who gave you that flower?<br /> +3. They live close by us.<br /> +4. She went in the train because +it was raining.<br /> +5. The glass is not put in the +frame yet.<br /> +6. All these houses belong to him.<br /> +7. You must not stay out so late again, Edith.<br /> +8. Are you not going for a walk?<br /> +9. You throw the ball too high, Louise.<br /> +10. We will flood the lawn when the stones have been +swept away.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Amy Fagg</span>.<br /> +(Aged 15.)</p> +<p><i>Clarence Lodge, Canning Road, Croydon.</i></p> + +<hr /> + +<h4><a name="Answers_To_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles" id="Answers_To_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles"></a>ANSWERS TO LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (<i>p. 189</i>).</h4> + +<p class="center">MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.</p> + +<p>"With fingers weary and worn, with eyelids heavy and red,<br /> +A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, plying her needle and thread:<br /> +Stitch! stitch! stitch! in poverty, hunger, and dirt;<br /> +And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, she sang the 'Song of the Shirt.'"<br /> +</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">DOUBLE MESOSTICH.—<span class="smcap">Oberon—Portia.</span></p> + +<p>1. H<b>OP</b>e.<br /> +2. O<b>BO</b>e.<br /> +3. H<b>ER</b>d.<br /> +4. Ta<b>RT</b>an.<br /> +5. Qu<b>OI</b>ts.<br /> +6. Fi<b>NA</b>le.<br /> +</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">RIDDLE-ME-REE.—<span class="smcap">Tiger.</span></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">SINGLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC—<span class="smcap">Celebes.</span></p> + +<p>1. <b>C</b> hesterfield.<br /> +2. <b>E</b> rne.<br /> +3. <b>L</b> iffey.<br /> +4. <b>E</b> lba.<br /> +5. <b>B</b> lenheim.<br /> +6. <b>E</b> uphrates.<br /> +7. <b>S</b> hrewsbury.<br /> +</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">HIDDEN PROVERBS.</p> + +<p>1. "Strike while the iron is hot."<br /> +2. "Where there's a +will, there's a way."<br /> +3. "Too many cooks spoil the <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note - the original reads: "Too many cooks spoil the broth' with a single closing quotation mark">broth</ins>."<br /> +</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">BEHEADED WORDS.</p> + +<p>1. Wheel, heel, eel.<br /> +2. Slate, late, ate.<br /> +3. Stale, tale, ale.<br /> +</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">GEOGRAPHICAL PICTORIAL ACROSTIC.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Italy—Assam.</span></p> + +<p><b>I</b> celand contains the volcano of Hecl <b>A</b>.<br /> +<b>T</b> unbridge Wells is remarkable for its spring <b>S</b>.<br /> +<b>A</b> thens, the capital of Morea, is famous on account of its +Acropoli <b>S</b>.<br /> +<b>L</b> eghorn is situated 14 miles south of Pis <b>A</b>.<br /> +<b>Y</b> armouth is the chief seat of the herring fisheries in the +kingdo <b>M</b>.<br /> +</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Prize_Puzzle_Competition" id="Prize_Puzzle_Competition"></a>PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.</h2> + +<p>SPECIAL HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap194"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">s</span> announced last month, the Editor proposes to give +those of his Readers residing abroad an opportunity +of competing for Prizes on favourable terms with +Subscribers in Great Britain. A list of the Prizes is given +below, and the Puzzles, together with additional particulars, +will be found in the September issue.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Prizes.</span></p> + +<p class="blockquot">Twenty prizes will be awarded for the best Solutions +to the Puzzles given <i>in the last number</i> (<i>p. 190</i>); Ten to +Competitors in the Senior (for girls and boys between the +ages of 14 and 16 <i>inclusive</i>), and Ten to Competitors in the +Junior Division (for those <i>under</i> 14 years of age).</p> + +<p class="blockquot">The following will be the value of the Prizes, in books, +given in <i>each</i> Division:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="blockquot">1. A First Prize of One Guinea.<br /> +2. A Second Prize of Half a Guinea.<br /> +3. A Third Prize of Seven Shillings and Sixpence.<br /> +4. Two Prizes of Five Shillings.<br /> +5. Five Prizes of Half a Crown.<br /> +</p></div> + +<p class="blockquot">There will also be awards of Bronze Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little +Folks</span> Legion of Honour to the three next highest of the +Competitors following the Prize-winners in <i>each</i> Division.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">N.B.—The Solutions, together with the names and addresses +of the Prize and Medal winners, will be published in +the January Number of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.</p> + +<p class="sml center smcap">Regulations.</p> + +<p class="sml">Solutions to the Puzzles published in the last number (p. 190) must +reach the Editor not later than October 25th (November 1st for +Competitors residing abroad), addressed as under:—</p> + +<p class="sml"><i>The Editor of "Little Folks,"</i><br /> +<i>La Belle Sauvage Yard.</i><br /> +<i>Ludgate Hill,</i><br /> +<i>London, E.C.</i><br /> +<i>Answers to Puzzles.</i><br /> +<i>Junior</i> [or <i>Senior</i>] <i>Division.</i></p> + +<p class="sml">Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a +Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they +are <i>the sole and unaided work</i> of the competitor. No assistance +must be given by any other person.</p> + +<p class="sml">Competitors can be credited only under their own name.</p> + +<p class="sml">The decision of the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> on all matters +must be considered final.</p> + +<p><span class="center smcap">Summer Competition. (Solution to Puzzle No. 2).</span></p> + +<p><span class="center smcap">Senior Division.</span></p> + +<p>1. Anne. 2. Bonaparte. 3. Coxwell. 4. Dugdale. 5. Erasmus. 6. Fox. 7. Godoonoff. +8. Hyde. 9. Isaeus (or Isocrates). 10. Junius. 11. Klingenstierna. 12. Leveridge. +</p> + +<p class="sml">CLASS II.—Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks or less:—G. +Blenkin, R. Brook, Hon. M. Brodrick, H. Blunt, M. Bradbury, A. Bradbury, +N. Besley, H. Coombes, L. E. Curme, J. Cooper, M. Cooper, B. +Coventry, F. G. Callcott, C. Debenham, G. Dundas, H. Dyson, Rosita Eustace, +L. Fraser, M. Gollidge, E. Gollidge, E. D. Griffiths, B. Hudson, G. Horner, +A. Hartfield, E. Chapell-Hodge, L. Haydon, M. Jones-Henry, M. Heddle, A. +Jackson, E. Jowett, W. Johnson, M. Jakeman, A. Lynch, E. Lithgon, A. +Leah, E. Leake, E. Maynard, K. Mills, E. Morgan, K. F. Nix, J. Nix, M. +Nix, G. Pettman, A. Pellier, G. Russell, F. Roberts, C. Rees, C. Stanier, +A. Sifton, M. Addison-Scott, A. J. Sifton, Una Tracy, C. Tindinger, B. +Tomlinson, K. Williams, E. Wedgwood, B. Walton, M. Wilson, H. Watson, +A. Wilson, F. Burnet, A. Elliot, G. Burne, M. More, E. Hanlon, M. Lloyd, +B. Law, N. Ross, W. C. Wilson, N. Pybus.</p> + +<p><span class="center smcap">Junior Division.</span></p> + +<p>1. Marlborough. 2. Nares. 3. Oppian. 4. Perseus. 5. Quarles. 6. Rebolledo. +7. Sansovino. 8. Talma. 9. Ursinus. 10. Victor. 11. Washington. 12. Young. </p> + +<p class="sml">CLASS II.—Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks or less:—D. +Blunt, M. Balfour, M. Buckler, Lolo Besley, M. Beallie, G. Barnes, E. +Brake, L. Coventry, M. Curme, M. Callcott, C. Crawford, M. Cooper, A. +Coombs, G. Debenham, P. Davidson, M. Frisby, S. Fullford, J. Gruning, E. +Gruning, L. Gill, L. Hudson, G. Chapell-Hodge, G. C. Jackson, A. King, +E. Lucy, K. Lynch, E. Leake, G. O'Morris, N. Maxwell, H. Mugliston, F. +Medlycott, E. Neame, E. Parks, E. Quilter, M. Somerville, J. Seager, S. Sifton, +F. Todd, M. M. Calman-Turpie, M. Wilson, G. L. Williams, G. Williams, +E. Yeo, C. Burne, F. Burne, V. Coombes, E. A. Coombes, E. L. Metcalf, H. +M. Smith, L. Weetman.</p> + +<p class="center">AWARD OF PRIZES (<span class="smcap">Tenth Quarter</span>).</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Senior Division.</span></p> + +<p class="sml">The <i>First</i>, <i>Second</i>, and <i>Third Prizes</i> are divided between the following +Competitors, each of whom gains an equal number of marks, and is awarded +Books to the value of 12s. 6d.:—<span class="smcap">Matilda Heddle</span> (15), St. Leonards, St. +Andrews; <span class="smcap">Caroline J. Nix</span> (14¾), Tilgate, Crawley, Sussex; <span class="smcap">Ruth H. +Brook</span> (15), Helme Edge, Metham, near Huddersfield. <span class="smcap">F. G. Calcott</span> +gains an equal number of marks, but having taken a Prize last Quarter is not +eligible to receive one on this occasion.</p> + +<p class="sml"><i>Bronze Medals</i> of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour are awarded to:—<span class="smcap">Alice +Bradbury</span> (14), Oak Lodge, Nightingale Lane, S.W.; <span class="smcap">Lilian Haydon</span> +(15), Cholmeley Park House, Archway Road, Highgate; <span class="smcap">Christiana +Jane Debenham</span> (15), Cheshunt Park, Herts.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Junior Division.</span></p> + +<p class="sml">The <i>First</i>, <i>Second</i>, and <i>Third Prizes</i> are divided amongst the following +Competitors, each of whom gains an equal number of marks, and is awarded +Books to the value of 12s. 6d.:—<span class="smcap">Eleanor Yeo</span> (11), 30, Paul Street, Exeter; +<span class="smcap">Emmeline A. Neame</span> (12½), Church House, Llangadock, S. Wales; <span class="smcap">Nellie +M. Maxwell</span> (9½), Jenner Road, Guildford.</p> + +<p class="sml"><i>Bronze Medals</i> of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour are awarded to +<span class="smcap">Agnes F. Coombs</span> (13), Beaminster, Dorset; <span class="smcap">Dorothy Blunt</span> (12), Manor +House, Dorchester, Wallingford; <span class="smcap">M. Gwendoline Buckler</span> (12½), Bedstone +Rectory, Birkenhead.</p> + +<p class="center">A NEW FORM OF AMUSEMENT.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Proverbs in Sections.</span></p> + +<p>As the autumn evenings are now at hand, I mention +below a Proverb Game which may be made amusing +where there is a party of children who are fond of intellectual +diversions. Each player thinks of a proverb, writes +the syllables on a piece of paper in the manner indicated +below, and hands it on to his next neighbour, who writes on +the back the proverb itself, <i>if he can</i>, and keeps the paper. +If he cannot solve the Puzzle, he reads out the syllables +<i>quickly</i>, and any player who guesses the proverb receives the +paper. At the end of the game see how many papers each +player has:</p> + +<p>1. -dle fire great it kin- Lit- out ones put sticks -tle the.<br /> +2. By gets go- -ing mill the.<br /> +3. are all be not to Truths told.<br /> +4. A got is -ny pen- spared twice.<br /> +5. -ing no pays Talk- toll.<br /> +6. a- -eth fire -far not quench- -ter Wa-<br /> +7. be- -eth fox Geese the preach- -ware when.<br /> +8. A -ers gath- -ing moss no roll- stone.<br /> +9. A a -ant's -ders dwarf far- gi- on of shoul- sees the +the -ther two.<br /></p> + +<p>1. Little sticks kindle the fire; great ones put it out.<br /> +2. By going gets the mill.<br /> +3. Truths are not all to be told.<br /> +4. A penny got is twice spared.<br /> +5. Talking pays no toll.<br /> +6. Water afar quencheth not fire.<br /> +7. Geese beware when the fox preacheth.<br /> +8. A rolling stone gathers no moss.<br /> +9. A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees the farther of the +two.<br /></p> + +<p>It will be seen in the above examples that a certain clue is +given by writing the syllable with which the proverb commences +in a capital letter. This need not be done in playing +the game where elder children only take part, but it is an +assistance for the younger ones. As to the arrangement of +syllables, it will be seen that the above are assorted in alphabetical +order, and this plan will be found most easy for +reference, but the sections may be placed in any order. In +the case of number 2, the above arrangement gives a clue to +the proverb, and therefore in writing out your "sections" +it will be found that for <i>short</i> proverbs it will be desirable to +place the syllables in such a manner as to give the slightest +indication of the sentence; whilst in longer proverbs the +alphabetical plan will be best.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> +<a name="Questions_And_Answers" id="Questions_And_Answers"></a> +<img src="images/i196.jpg" width="550" height="90" alt="Questions and +Answers" title="Questions and Answers" /> +</div> + +<p>[<i>The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for +insertion in</i> <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> <i>should have the words "Questions +and Answers" written on the left-hand top corners of the +envelopes containing them. Only those which the Editor considers +suitable and of general interest to his readers will be printed.</i>]</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Prize Competitions, &c.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Louis Verrier, T. S. J.</span>—[I am glad to tell you that a +new "<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Painting Book" is in preparation. +Particulars will be announced shortly.—<span class="smcap">Ed</span>.]</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Literature</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Little Maid of Arcadie</span> would like to know if any one +can tell her in what poem the following lines occur—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Evil is wrought by want of thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As well as want of heart."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>and who the author is.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">A Northern Mole</span> would be much obliged if any reader +of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> would tell her who wrote the poems +"Sintram" and "Lyra Innocentium."</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Alice in Wonderland</span> wishes to know the story of +King Cophetua.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Games and Amusements</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Peroquet</span> writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">Green-eyed Jowler</span>, +that the game of "Cross Questions and Crooked Answers" +is played by any number of persons—about seven or eight +are best. The players sit in a row, the first one asks her +right-hand neighbour a question and receives an answer, +both in an undertone. Then the player who was asked +has to ask her next neighbour a question, and so on all +round, the last one asking the one who began. Then in +turn they all declare the question they were asked and the +answer they received; <i>not</i> the question <i>they</i> asked, or the +answer <i>they</i> gave. The fun consists in the perfect nonsense +of the proper answers to the wrong questions, and from this +it gets its name, "Cross Questions and Crooked Answers." +Answers also received from <span class="smcap">One of the Fair Sex, Bridget, +Aurania, Five Minutes, T. C.</span>, and <span class="smcap">Wm. Shear</span>.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Work.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Astarte</span> would like to know how to make a baby's +woollen jacket.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Cookery.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Chuckles</span> writes in answer to <span class="smcap">Maid of Athens</span> that the +way to make oat-cakes is:—Put two or three handfuls of +meal into a bowl and moisten it with water, merely sufficient +to form it into a cake; knead it out round and round with +the hands upon the paste-board, strewing meal under and +over it, and put it on a girdle. Bake it till it is a little +brown on the under side, then take it off and toast that side +before the fire which was uppermost on the girdle. To +make these cakes soft, merely do them on both sides on the +girdle.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">F. W. Boreham</span> writes in answer to <span class="smcap">Snow-Flake</span> that +the way to make almond rock is to cut in small slices three-quarters +of a pound of sweet almonds, half a pound of +candied peel, and two ounces of citron; add one pound and +a half of sugar, a quarter of a pound of flour, and the whites +of six eggs. Roll the mixture into small-sized balls and lay +them on wafer paper about an inch apart. Bake them in a +moderate oven until they are of a pale brown colour.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Pansy</span> asks how to make Queen's Cakes.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">General.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">W. E. Ireland</span> sends in answer to <span class="smcap">W. Routledge's</span> +inquiry the following directions for making a graph for +copying letters, &c.:—Six parts of glycerine, four parts of +water, two parts of barium sulphate, one part of sugar. +Mix the materials and let them soak for twenty-four hours, +then melt at a gentle heat and stir well. I have used this +recipe and have frequently taken twenty or twenty-five clear +copies. Once I took over thirty. A great deal depends on +the stirring, also the melting.</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Natural History.</span></p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Viola</span> would like to know if sorrel is good for birds, and +if so, in what quantity should it be given.—[Probably some +birds eat it, but with the majority it is too acid. Groundsel +or plantain is much better. Green food may be given +freely in summer—regularly; but alternate supply and +deprivation are bad.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Sejanus</span> would like to know of a really good book on +British birds' eggs, and what the price of it would be?—[At +the end of every volume of "Familiar Wild Birds" +(published by Cassell and Company), there are plates and +descriptions of the eggs of all the birds described.]</p> + +<p>A. K. would be glad to know of a cure for her dog. The +balls of his eyes, which were brown, have turned light blue; +he can hardly see at all. He is just four years old.—[We +fear it is doubtful if your dog can be cured. It is possible +that dropping into his eyes a solution of atropine may +restore his sight, but you should get advice from a veterinary +surgeon, who must in any case show you how to do it.]</p> + +<h3>"Picture Wanting Words" Competition.</h3> + +<p>Full particulars of the Special Home and Foreign "Picture Wanting Words" Competition—open to all readers +under the age of Sixteen, and in which Six Prizes and Officers' Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour, +in addition to some Members' Medals, are offered—were printed on page 192 of the last Number. This Competition +is open until October 25th for Competitors in Great Britain and Ireland, and until November 1st for those who +reside abroad. (Competitors are referred to a notice about the Silver Medal on page 115 of the last Volume.)</p> + +<hr /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Brownies_To_The_Rescue" id="The_Brownies_To_The_Rescue"></a>THE BROWNIES TO THE RESCUE.</h2> + +<div class="block width350"> + +<p>A widow lives across the creek<br /> +Who took in washing by the week<br /> +But aches and pains have crossed her way<br /> +And now she lies in want, they say,<br /> +<br /> +Without a loaf of bread to eat,<br /> +A slice of cheese, or pound of meat.<br /> +So, while the owls around us sing,<br /> +This basket full of food we bring.<br /> +<br /> +We made a raid on market stall,<br /> +And took the poultry, fish, and all—.<br /> +For Brownies are not slow, be sure,<br /> +To do their best to help the poor.<br /> +<br /> +Across the window-sill with care<br /> +We'll slide it to her table bare,<br /> +And when she wakens up, no doubt,<br /> +She'll think her neighbours were about.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Palmer Cox.</p> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 545px;"> +<img src="images/i200.jpg" width="545" height="600" alt=""SO, WHILE THE OWLS AROUND US SING, THIS BASKET FULL OF FOOD WE BRING."" title=""SO, WHILE THE OWLS AROUND US SING, THIS BASKET FULL OF FOOD WE BRING."" /> +<p class="center smcap">"so, while the owls around us sing, this basket full of food we bring."</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (October 1884), by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS (OCTOBER 1884) *** + +***** This file should be named 27693-h.htm or 27693-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/7/6/9/27693/ + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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