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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (October 1884), by Various
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+Title: Little Folks (October 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
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+Author: Various
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+Release Date: January 3, 2009 [EBook #27693]
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+Language: English
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+LITTLE FOLKS:
+
+_A Magazine for the Young._
+
+_NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES._
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+CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED.
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+_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
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+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
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+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities" "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory" &c._
+
+CHAPTER XII.--AN UNEXPECTED FRIEND.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+For 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?
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 nor jug, and such a simple thing as a drop of water was not to be
+had.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Will you get us a little water?" Elsie cried.
+
+"Why, yes!" said the girl, good-naturedly. "There's a pitcher full out
+here. I'll bring it in."
+
+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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"Do you know where mamma is?" she asked, cautiously.
+
+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.
+
+"I don't think you like her much," Elsie said.
+
+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?"
+
+Elsie pondered a moment, and then decided she would tell this girl
+everything, and trust to her being a friend.
+
+"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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I don't know," Elsie replied.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I was told to call him Uncle 'William,'" Elsie replied, "and the lady
+'Mamma.'"
+
+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?"
+
+"I suppose so," Elsie replied, scarcely understanding what the girl was
+talking about.
+
+"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."
+
+"She had at first all those things, and I've seen a lot of money in her
+purse."
+
+"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.
+
+"We had run away from home," Elsie replied falteringly, for at the
+thought of home she felt ready to cry.
+
+"My goodness! you can't be the two children what was lost off a moor
+somewhere up Deeside."
+
+"How did you know it?" Elsie cried eagerly. "Has mother been here?"
+
+"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. 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!"
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.--A DREADFUL NIGHT.
+
+The 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+Presently he went on talking to himself again.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?"
+
+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.
+
+"Has he hurt himself much?" Elsie asked.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is he very ill?" Elsie asked.
+
+"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?"
+
+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."
+
+"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 _that_."
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+Elsie jumped up, and began dressing herself quickly.
+
+"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."
+
+Meg said nothing, but she knew very well that this last, at any rate,
+was quite out of the question.
+
+"You'd better go straight down into the shop if you want to speak to the
+master," she said, as she left the room.
+
+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.
+
+"Donald's ill; he's got the fever, and he must go to the hospital," she
+said, in a voice of decision.
+
+"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."
+
+It was not said unkindly, but the complete indifference angered Elsie,
+who was burning with impatience for something to be done very quickly.
+
+
+"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."
+
+"What does Meg know about it?" the man asked, looking into Elsie's face
+with a searching glance.
+
+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."
+
+The man called out, "Meg, come you here!"
+
+[Illustration: "'WHAT DID SHE SAY?' THE MAN ASKED SHARPLY."]
+
+CHAPTER XIV.--A FAIRY TRICK.
+
+The 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.
+
+"This girl called you in the night. What did she want you for? Now tell
+me at once," he said, in a stern voice.
+
+Meg looked all round her in a blank, stupid sort of way, letting her
+eyes travel over Elsie's face in their wandering.
+
+"What did she say?" the man asked, sharply.
+
+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.
+
+And so she waited, with a rapidly-beating heart.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"A drop of hot coffee," the man said, unconcernedly. "If he can't eat
+bread-and-butter he don't want anything."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"They tell me Donald is very ill this morning," she said, in her
+sweetest tones. "Poor little fellow! what is the matter with him?"
+
+"Meg says it's the fever, like she had when she was little," Elsie
+answered.
+
+"Fever!" Mrs. Donaldson echoed in alarm. "Tell me quickly, is he red all
+over?"
+
+"Oh no! he's quite white, except just a patch on his cheeks," Elsie
+replied.
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Meg says they'd take care of him at the hospital," Elsie eagerly
+interposed. "Please let us go there."
+
+"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."
+
+"Then you wouldn't like to come to London with me?" Mrs. Donaldson said,
+in her most fascinating manner.
+
+"Not without Donald, thank you, ma'am," Elsie replied at once.
+
+"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."
+
+"I couldn't go without him," Elsie doggedly persisted.
+
+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."
+
+Elsie did not mind at all about the ungraciousness of the consent, so
+long as she had won her purpose.
+
+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
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"If it's to be done, they'll do it," Meg returned, confidently.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+"You will ask them to let me in, won't you?" Elsie asked, earnestly.
+
+"I will ask, but I don't know whether they will," Mrs. Donaldson
+replied, kindly. "Follow me, Effie."
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+"That was a near shave," the gentleman said when they had passed out of
+the station.
+
+"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!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.--A MYSTERIOUS MATTER.
+
+Elsie 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.
+
+Then the child turned furiously upon her tormentors. Her passion knew no
+bounds; she felt as 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.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE ... STRUCK THE DOOR OF THE CARRIAGE" (_p. 199_).]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Then Mrs. Donaldson came and sat on the other side of Elsie, and began
+speaking.
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't believe you," Elsie said sulkily; "you are too far from Duncan
+to hurt him."
+
+Mrs. Donaldson smiled. "You can do just as you like," she said. "I only
+warn you. Duncan 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.'"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?"
+
+Elsie replied that she did, and Mrs. Donaldson continued--
+
+"Do not mention Duncan again, not even to me when I am quite alone. He
+is always Donald."
+
+"I will not forget," Elsie replied.
+
+"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."
+
+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 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.
+
+Elsie uttered an exclamation of wonder. "A real fairy has been at work,
+you see, Effie," Mrs. Donaldson said laughingly.
+
+"Hey, what, my dear?" the old gentleman said, bending over as if a
+little deaf. "Did you speak?"
+
+"Effie wants to know where her uncle William has gone," Mrs. Donaldson
+shouted.
+
+"Uncle William? what, has she got an uncle William, Mary? Who is he?
+Here Effie, my dear, will you have a bun?"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+"Do you like grandpapa better than Uncle William?" Mrs. Donaldson
+whispered in her ear.
+
+"I do not know," Elsie answered; "but I couldn't dislike him any more,"
+she added, with a little shudder.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"The game is up! you are my prisoners!" falls in dreadful tones on poor
+Elsie's frightened ears.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+HOW TO MAKE PRETTY PICTURE-FRAMES.
+
+
+"Your room looks so pretty, Nellie," sighed my cousin Bella; "you should
+just see mine at home; it's as bare as a barrack."
+
+"Why don't you improve it, then?" was my practical rejoinder.
+
+"Why, it costs such a lot," answered Bella.
+
+"My decorations are very inexpensive, I assure you," said I. "Now these
+frames, for instance----"
+
+"Oh, they are sweet! they are really," interrupted my cousin.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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).
+
+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.
+
+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 _very strong_ glue is an absolute necessity,
+or the cones will continually drop off.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+This is, of course, to hang your picture up by.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+SHEILA.
+
+
+
+
+HIS FIRST SKETCH.
+
+
+  Beneath a cottage window,
+    Upon a summer day,
+  Two little ones are whiling
+    The sunny hours away.
+
+  A portrait of his sister
+    The boy draws on the wall;
+  The little maid remonstrates,
+    She likes it not at all.
+
+  At first she sits there pouting--
+    A tear is in her eye;
+  But peals of merry laughter
+    Burst from her by-and-by.
+
+  What cares the budding artist?
+    He plies his brush with zest;
+  He is in downright earnest,
+    Though she is but in jest.
+
+  Art-fire is in his spirit,
+    For Nature lit the flame;
+  The first step he has taken
+    Upon the road to fame.
+
+  In childhood's early morning,
+    Ere opened yet the flower,
+  Within his soul is dawning
+    The future artist's power!
+
+ASTLEY H. BALDWIN.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ Henry Frith.
+
+III.--THE "FLYING SCOTCHMAN."
+
+
+"One 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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 _did_ 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.
+
+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.
+
+Look at Peterborough. Here lies Queen Katherine, and here lay Mary,
+Queen of Scots, for 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.
+
+[Illustration: "HIS FIRST SKETCH." (_See p. 204._)]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Doncaster was a very important place in olden times, and a whole volume
+of adventures might be written concerning the personages who visited it.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 A.D.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 trains. The Scotch express passes along the
+bridge, and speeds southward on the wings of steam. But no alarm spreads
+across the Border now.
+
+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:--
+
+  "There's mony a sawmon lies in Tweed,
+    An' mony a trout in Till;
+  But Coquet--Coquet aye for me,
+    If I may have my will!"
+
+We get a view of the Cheviots; and Tweed-mouth passed, we cross the
+"Royal Border Bridge," and run into Berwick.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+
+
+
+A FORAGING EXPEDITION IN SOUTH AMERICA.
+
+_By the Author of "How the Owls of the Pampas treated their Friends,"
+&c._
+
+On 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.
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration: "HE ... EXECUTED A LITTLE WAR-DANCE."]
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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 we are
+to undertake a dangerous expedition to a distant country, and your
+courage will be tried."
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "THE ARMY MOVED OFF."]
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "SALUTING HIS COMMANDER" (_p. 209_).]
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+"Now it is all over--march!" cried Long-legs authoritatively, as John's
+flying coat-tails disappeared round a tree.
+
+"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.
+
+[Illustration: "AN ARMY OF ANTS" (_p. 210_)]
+
+"None of them will ever return," replied the colonel sternly. "Do your
+duty, and obey orders."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 about the lizards, which were
+pretty and harmless, and they used to count how many different kinds of
+beetles were killed each night.
+
+Sometimes the baby screamed when a particularly large spider walked
+across its face; but these little trials had to be borne.
+
+On the morning of this memorable day, as Mrs. Wolfe was employed in some
+household duties, Chunga rushed into the verandah, joyfully crying--
+
+"Oh, missie! oh, missie! de birds are come!"
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+"I don't see anything extraordinary about them," said Mrs. Wolfe, in a
+disappointed tone; "they are only small ugly birds."
+
+"But look dere, missie," persisted Chunga, pointing towards the forest,
+from the dark shades of which Shiny-pate and his battalions were
+emerging.
+
+"Why, it is an army of ants!" cried the Irish lady. "How curious! how
+pretty!"
+
+"Dey is coming here," remarked Chunga carelessly, as she watched the
+procession.
+
+[Illustration: "THE WARRIORS DASHED IN."]
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"Now," cried Long-legs, "first kill the cockroaches and other small
+game. Come on; don't be afraid."
+
+So the warriors dashed into the principal room, 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.
+
+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.
+
+"Come here! come here!" cried Long-legs. "There are loads of them
+inside, and I want help."
+
+"Loads of what?" inquired Shiny-pate, rather incredulously.
+
+"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."
+
+Shiny-pate at once proceeded to crawl into the chest, but fortunately
+Chunga, who knew the 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.
+
+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--
+
+"If missie kills any ants, they kill her."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Rats and mice!" screamed all the children in delight. "Will they kill
+the horrible things?"
+
+[Illustration: "THE CAT ... STOOD WITH GLARING EYES."]
+
+"The rats that fought poor Kitty," pursued George, for this had been a
+sore trouble to the children. 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.
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "THE LIVING CHAIN OF INSECTS" (_p. 213_).]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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--
+
+"It's an ill wind that blows nobody good."
+
+[Illustration: "A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING ITSELF."]
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+THE DREAM OF PILATE'S WIFE.
+
+[Illustration: FORTRESS OF ANTONIA, JERUSALEM (CALLED PILATE'S HOUSE).]
+
+
+It 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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 Tyropeon 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.
+
+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.
+
+Now they reached the Hall of Judgment; and the foremost of them were
+dragging the poor Man up the noble flight of stairs.
+
+The Roman knight scowled as they approached, and darted at them a look
+of bitterest resentment.
+
+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?
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 Man?"
+
+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.
+
+As Pilate looked upon Jesus, he felt that there was no sedition in Him.
+_They_ 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 _Thou_ the King of the Jews?"
+
+"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.
+
+Who _could_ 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?
+
+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 _a Man like that_?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+But it was not to be so.
+
+Before long the dreaded mob returned. Herod had sent Jesus away, finding
+no fault in Him. And the Jews brought him again to Pilate.
+
+Heavily as lead the hooting and the yelling fell upon the governor's
+ears. What should he do? What _could_ 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!
+
+But his hands were stained with crime; and, 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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+But much as he was to blame, there was sent to him a warning that could
+not be despised.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+"_Ibis ad crucem_," "Thou must go to the cross," he said to Jesus, and
+to the attendant, "_I miles, expedi crucem_," "Soldier, go prepare the
+cross."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+H.D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+37. Who was the only woman to whom it is recorded that Jesus used the
+tender word "Daughter"?
+
+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?
+
+39. Which of the greater prophets prophesied that God's people should be
+"named the Priests of the Lord?"
+
+40. Where, in the book of the Revelation, are we shown that Jesus still
+appears in heaven as the Lamb once slain?
+
+41. Where are we told that children, as well as grown-up people, are
+known by their works?
+
+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?
+
+43. About whom did Jesus use the only word of unmixed contempt that He
+is recorded to have spoken?
+
+44. What four things does Solomon speak of as being "little upon the
+earth, but they are exceeding wise"?
+
+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?
+
+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?
+
+47. What great heathen king called God "a revealer of secrets"?
+
+48. Where are we assured that, to the upright, light arises in the
+darkness?
+
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (25-36.--_See p. 156_).
+
+25. Twice. In St. Matt. vi. 9-13 and St. Luke xi. 2-4.
+
+26. In Job xxviii. 28.
+
+27. From the words, "I went into Arabia" (Gal. i. 17), coupled with his
+speaking of Sinai in iv. 24, 25.
+
+28. In Prov. xvi. 32.
+
+29. In Ps. lvi. 8.
+
+30. Only in the New Testament (Acts vii. 60; 1 Cor. xv. 6, 18; 1 Thess.
+iv. 13-15; 2 Pet. iii. 4).
+
+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).
+
+32. St. Matthew and St. Mark (St. Matt. xxvi. 36--45; St. Mark xiv.
+32-41).
+
+33. In the genealogy of our Lord, given by St. Matthew (St. Matt. 1. 6).
+
+34. Seven (Gen. vii. 7-10). God himself (Gen. vii. 16).
+
+35. Ten (2 Sam. xviii. 15).
+
+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).
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTMENT.
+
+
+[Illustration: " ... IN THE HOME-GARDEN OUR DEAR LITTLE MAY SITS CALMLY
+AT REST ON THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY."]
+
+  Sweet Summer-time dawns with a flush o'er the skies,
+    The bees and the butterflies come in her train,
+  While the dear little children, with joy in their eyes,
+  Stand watching the lark as he mounts to the skies,
+    While singing his joyous refrain.
+
+  The meadow is sprinkled with beautiful flowers,
+    The hedge with its sweet-scented blossoms of snow.
+  How bright is the sunshine! how fresh are the showers!
+  How happy the children, these holiday hours,
+    As shouting and singing they go!
+
+  But Summer (who stole on the footsteps of Spring)
+    Is driven in turn far out of our view,
+  When ruddy-hued Autumn her mantle must fling
+  O'er meadow and orchard, till each growing thing
+    Is transformed to a beautiful hue.
+
+  Then the little ones, laughing, must hie them away
+    To the blackberry wood and the nut-growing ground;
+  But in the home-garden our dear little May
+  Sits calmly at rest, on this beautiful day,
+    Contented with what she has found.
+
+D. B. McKEAN.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE FÉ.
+
+
+So 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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+The moon looked down on the child's small form, 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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 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.
+
+Before she went away she told him that he should go away soon, and be
+made quite well again in some beautiful country place.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Then a grand sweet smile fell upon his face, which there had never been
+room for during his life.
+
+Over his little grave (the heir's grave) the beautiful girl placed a
+small grey stone cross, and the only inscription upon it--
+
+In loving memory of Fé.
+
+
+
+
+THE PRINCE AND HIS WHIPPING-BOY.
+
+
+Whether 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_ deserve the whipping, but _you_
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: PRINCE EDWARD'S WHIPPING-BOY. (_See p. 220._)]
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+IV.--CURIOUS CUSTOMS AND REMARKABLE INCIDENTS.
+
+
+In 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE FÉ'S FRIEND. "_LITTLE FÉ_" (_p. 218_).]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Henceforth the Abbey was academic as well as ecclesiastical, and
+Elizabeth was very proud of her Westminster College.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+At the Restoration the Protestant services, of 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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c._
+
+CHAPTER X.--EDDIE'S ENEMY.
+
+
+Mr. Clair 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.
+
+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."
+
+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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Oh! you saw him before? I suppose you asked him to come and see us,"
+Eddie cried angrily.
+
+"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. 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.
+
+"I don't like any one who knew us when we were rich to see us now,"
+Eddie cried suddenly. "They must despise us!"
+
+"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!"
+
+[Illustration: "AGNES ... AFTERWARDS JOINED THEM" (_p. 224_).]
+
+"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!"
+
+"I thought people in the City were rich," Eddie said, looking interested
+for a moment. "Uncle Gregory said you were to make your fortune."
+
+"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."
+
+"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_ 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?"
+
+"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
+wouldn't care to know that our cousins are here."
+
+Bertie spoke quickly, with flushed cheeks, averted eyes, and a good deal
+of confusion.
+
+"Our Cousins Dick and Harry Gregory?" Eddie said quietly.
+
+"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 _he_ 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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I'm very sorry, Bertie, but I could not help it."
+
+"Poor Eddie!" Agnes whispered sympathetically.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"Do you know what it means, Agnes? I don't. Do you know what Uncle Clair
+meant?"
+
+"I think I can guess," she replied, without looking at either of her
+cousins. "I believe uncle meant that Eddie's enemy was _himself_,
+because you know, dear, very often you won't let yourself be happy, and
+make yourself quite miserable about nothing at all."
+
+"Oh!" Eddie said, after a long silence, "do you think Uncle Clair meant
+that?"
+
+"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 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.
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.--BERTIE GOES BACK TO BUSINESS.
+
+Mr. Murray's 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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"And the little girl?" Mr. Murray said. "How is she provided for? She is
+Frank Rivers' child, I think you said?"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"He's not coming with us, in the first place, 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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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 _shall_ 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
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "THEY CAME TO THE LITTLE GROUP" (_p. 229_).]
+
+"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 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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+"No, thank you, uncle. I would rather go back to the office on Monday
+morning."
+
+"Thank you, Bert," Eddie whispered, giving his brother's hand a hearty
+squeeze. "Of course we can't go without you."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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
+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.
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.--AN EXCITING ADVENTURE.
+
+Though 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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"You can afford it," the gentleman said, smiling.
+
+"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.
+
+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 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.
+
+"If you please, sir, you dropped this in Mincing Lane," he said, "and I
+followed you as quickly as ever I could."
+
+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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Now then, boy, you have done me a very great service to-day; what can I
+do for you in return?"
+
+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."
+
+"Of course not; besides, the cab came here on _my_ business: it's _my_
+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."
+
+"Please, sir, will you excuse me?" Bertie said earnestly. "I am so
+afraid to be late."
+
+"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?"
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+ALL ABOUT SNAILS.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+German country children have a quaint little rhyme to ask the snail to
+put out his horns. Translated, its meaning is like this:--
+
+  "Snail, snail, your four horns show,
+  Show me the four, and don't say 'No,'
+  Or I shall pitch you into the ditch,
+  And the crows that come to the ditch to sup,
+  Will gobble you up, gobble you up!"
+
+In some parts of the south of England the children invite the snail out
+still less politely. They chant over and over:--
+
+  "Snail, snail, come out of your hole,
+  Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal!"
+
+This sounds very cruel, but they can't mean it, can they? Near Exeter
+the country children have a more fanciful rhyme:--
+
+  "Snail, snail, shove out your horns,
+    Father and mother are dead,
+  Brother and sister are in the back-yard,
+    Begging for barley-bread."
+
+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:--
+
+        "Shell-a-muddy, shell-a-muddy,
+            Put out your horns,
+  For the king's daughter is coming to town,
+  In a red petticoat and a green gown!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--X.
+
+_By_ PHILLIS BROWNE, _Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+"Apple fritters to-day," said Margaret.
+
+"Yes, apple fritters to-day," replied Mary. "Won't it be delightful,
+miss?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Apple fritters!" said both the children in one breath.
+
+"Oh yes, to be sure! It is apple fritters. You would not like to broil a
+mutton chop instead, would you, Margaret?"
+
+"Certainly not, mother!"
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"It does not signify very much," said Mary; "we learnt how to make
+batter when we made pancakes."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Tepid water is water that is not hot enough to burn, is it not, ma'am?"
+said Mary, inquiringly.
+
+"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."
+
+"Shall I strain off and beat the whites of the eggs, mother?" said
+Margaret; "I can do that, you know."
+
+"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."
+
+"How thick must the slices be, please, ma'am?" said Mary.
+
+"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?"
+
+Very busily Mary worked, but Margaret had beaten her egg-whites, and
+stirred them in, long before she had finished.
+
+"May I help Mary, mother?" then said Margaret, who did not enjoy
+waiting.
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"It does not boil yet, dear; wait till it boils."
+
+"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."
+
+"This is exactly what I wanted you to find out. Water, when it boils,
+bubbles and spirts; fat is still when it boils. If you watch this fat,
+it will become quite still."
+
+"How shall we know, then, when it boils?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Oh dear, how careful we have to be!" said Margaret.
+
+"The slices of apple are quite ready, ma'am," said Mary.
+
+"And the batter is quite ready," said Margaret.
+
+"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?"
+
+"No, I see nothing," said Margaret.
+
+"And I see nothing," said Mary.
+
+"Look closely. Hold this piece of black paper behind, that will help
+you. Be quick, we must not let the fat burn."
+
+"Oh yes, I think I see something," said Margaret, who seemed rather
+bewildered. "But I thought----"
+
+"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."
+
+"How shall we get them out?" said Margaret.
+
+"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."
+
+"There, all the first ones are out," said Mary. "Shall we put some more
+slices of apple in?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I should have thought they would have been greasy with being put into
+such a quantity of fat," said Margaret.
+
+"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."
+
+"How quickly the fritters are cooked!" said Mary. "I never saw anything
+like it."
+
+"I thing frying fritters is even more interesting than frying pancakes,"
+said Margaret.
+
+"How pretty the fritters look, and how crisp they feel when we take them
+out!" said Mary.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I have enjoyed making apple fritters very much," said Margaret.
+
+"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."
+
+"I suppose it would not do to fry meat in batter, would it?" said Mary.
+
+"Certainly it would. You can try it, if you like, one day."
+
+"I should like, very much."
+
+"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."
+
+Cook passed through the kitchen as this was said, and the remark
+evidently met with her approval.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE MAGIC WORDS MEANT.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+
+"It wasn't here last night? and how did it get here? and who nailed it
+up? and what does it mean?" said Lilla.
+
+[Illustration: "THERE WERE SEVERAL WORDS UPON THE BOARD."]
+
+"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.
+
+"Of course not," returned Lilla; "I did not suppose that you did. But I
+should like to understand the meaning of it."
+
+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.
+
+"Air, all, and, and, earth, go, if, know, me, of, sea, so, through,
+will, you, you."
+
+"What nonsense! No sense in it at all," said Lilla; "yet they are
+arranged alphabetically, air, all, two _and's_, and two _you's_ to
+finish with."
+
+"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."
+
+"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 _you's_."
+
+"That is one _you_ for you, and one _you_ 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."
+
+"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.
+
+  "Pick them up, and put them in,
+  And you will then the game begin,"
+
+said the Magpie, who thought he was wonderfully clever as he said this
+to Lilla.
+
+"Is it like making words from letters?" asked Lilla.
+
+"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."
+
+"How shall I know how many times to shake?"
+
+"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!"
+
+"Through what?"
+
+"Through the board, of course," replied the Magpie. "What else is it
+meant for?"
+
+"But the thick wall is behind the board, and then the houses! This is
+not country; it is the town."
+
+"Pooh!" said the Magpie. "Have I learned human speech for nothing?
+Now----"
+
+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.
+
+
+II.
+
+Where?
+
+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 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.
+
+[Illustration: "HE HAD ALSO A GOOD OLD GRANDFATHER."]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+So Rollo was well taken care of, and nothing harmed him.
+
+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.
+
+
+III.
+
+"It isn't the town, you see," said the Magpie; "there's not a house
+near, and there's nothing but country, country everywhere."
+
+"Oh, it's lovely!" said Lilla, clasping her hands; and then suddenly
+remembering the silver box, she said--
+
+"Shall I shake it?"
+
+The Magpie nodded, and repeated these words--
+
+  "Ay, shake away; ay, shake away;
+  You p'r'aps must shake for many a day,
+  Before the end comes to our play.
+  But shake away, 'twill make us gay,
+  And help to cheer us on our way."
+
+"The box?" exclaimed Lilla.
+
+"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.
+
+The Magpie fluttered his wings, and put his head on one side,
+muttering--
+
+"Not yet, not yet."
+
+
+IV.
+
+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.
+
+"Rollo passes by," said the Magpie.
+
+"Rollo?"
+
+"The child beloved by earth and sea and wind," said the Magpie. "Give
+the box a shake, and look up."
+
+Lilla did as she was desired.
+
+"I only see a purple cloud," she said. "Does Rollo come from the
+clouds?"
+
+  "Rollo lives here, so do not fear,
+  The Multiphobus his course can steer,"
+
+answered the Magpie, looking straight at Lilla.
+
+[Illustration: "LILLA ... PERCEIVED ... AN EXTRAORDINARY ANIMAL."]
+
+"Multi----" and here Lilla stopped. She had never heard the word before.
+
+"The Multiphobus," said the Magpie; and he spelt it over for her.
+
+"Yes, the Multiphobus. What is a Multiphobus?"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+Though the Multiphobus had an ugly face, yet he was evidently amiable,
+and he and Rollo appeared to be talking together.
+
+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.
+
+"They want to get out," she said; "shall I open the lid?"
+
+"Certainly not," replied the Magpie; "they will come out of themselves
+when it is time. Stand still, and watch the Multiphobus descending."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"He has only to say 'Wings,' and they come to him at once," explained
+the Magpie.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "ROLLO ... ADVANCED TO MEET HIM."]
+
+She could not keep it still.
+
+  "No matter, no matter,
+  If it does make a clatter,"
+
+said the Magpie.
+
+"Will the Wolf hurt Rollo?" asked Lilla.
+
+But the Magpie only whistled.
+
+
+V.
+
+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.
+
+"What tidings, friend Wolf?" said Rollo; "what have you come to tell
+us?"
+
+"There are strangers in the land," answered the Wolf, "and I come to
+warn you."
+
+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.
+
+"It will go, it will go!" said she.
+
+"Hold it fast!" whispered the Magpie; "hold it fast!
+
+  "'On it will depend
+  What may be the end.
+  Come with me to the tree,
+  And then we shall see.'"
+
+"To the tree where Rollo and the Multiphobus are standing?" asked Lilla.
+
+"Where else?" asked the Magpie.
+
+Lilla became nervous, and spoke in disjointed sentences.
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+  "Earth, air, and sea
+  All know of me,
+  And so will you
+  If you go through."
+
+"Why, it's quite easy to read!" exclaimed Lilla in surprise. "I wonder I
+never thought of it all this time."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Was he?" said Lilla; "and he wasn't angry?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Of course I can," answered Lilla, "and tea and coffee."
+
+"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."
+
+"I am afraid of him," returned Lilla.
+
+"Oh, you need not be. I am quite sure you'll give a paw to Lilla; won't
+you, Multiphobus?"
+
+"I will give two," said the Multiphobus, standing on his hind legs and
+stretching out his fore paws to Lilla.
+
+She shook them, and felt at ease with him at once.
+
+The Magpie fluttered about.
+
+"I am not going home by myself," said he. "I shall stay here if Lilla
+does."
+
+"That you shall," replied Rollo; "we will all live in this beautiful
+land together."
+
+[Illustration: "THE WIND HAD LULLED THEM TO SLEEP."]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+So that whether waking or sleeping the children were happy.
+
+Sometimes Lilla would say--
+
+"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 me for ever and
+ever; and whatever should I have done, I wonder."
+
+"You may thank me," said the Magpie, "for having brought you away;
+that's very certain."
+
+"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."
+
+And of course, as I need not tell you, Lilla did thank them.
+
+JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+A YOUNG ROMAN'S SACRIFICE.
+
+A TRUE STORY.
+
+
+Once 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Lucius sprang forward, seized the laurel crown, and put it on the head
+of the poor fellow who had been unsuccessful.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+E. M. W.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN OCTOBER.
+
+
+The 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 _Perceneige_, 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 (_N. poeticus_). 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 Phoenix;" 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 _is_ 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.
+
+[Illustration: OFF TO HER GARDEN. (_See p. 239._)]
+
+
+
+
+THE DISCONTENTED BOAT.
+
+
+A boat 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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+LUCIE COBBE.
+
+
+
+
+HARRY'S RABBIT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Harry Pearson was rather a good sort of boy, but he had one very bad
+habit. He was the greatest stone-thrower in all Tolhurst Village.
+
+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.
+
+He was just slinking home when out came his father, the Squire's
+gardener.
+
+Harry thought that his father had found out about the stone-throwing,
+and hung down his head.
+
+But, instead of scolding him as, he had expected, his father said, as if
+he were pleased--
+
+"Harry, Master Edgar is better to-day, and he wants you to come in now
+and wheel his chair for him."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"All right, father!" exclaimed Harry gleefully. "Is he in the garden?"
+
+And without waiting for an answer he ran in and found Edgar Stopford
+waiting for him.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"You haven't any rabbits, have you?" asked Edgar.
+
+"No," said Harry. "Don't I wish I had!"
+
+"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?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"You wouldn't? Oh, I'm so glad!" exclaimed Harry.
+
+"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."
+
+Harry pushed with all his might, while his face flushed up to the roots
+of his hair; for he could not help thinking--
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+Harry shouted with joy--
+
+"Oh, Master Edgar! Oh, how they've grown! You won't know them! They're
+lovely!"
+
+He caught up his favourite first of all, and examined her thoroughly
+with breathless delight.
+
+She had grown into the most beautifully-marked rabbit that he could
+imagine.
+
+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?
+
+With something like a sigh Harry put her down, and caught one of the
+others.
+
+"I've seen the young doe, and I've measured her ears!" he exclaimed, as
+he took the other rabbit to Edgar Stopford.
+
+"Well! He _has_ 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!"
+
+Harry managed to do as Edgar wished, although it gave him a good deal of
+trouble; but he did not mind that a bit.
+
+"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.
+
+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--
+
+"I wonder who is going to have her?"
+
+"You seem very fond of that tortoise-shell young one, Harry!" said Edgar
+presently with a smile.
+
+"Ee--yes!" said Harry, his eyes brightening as he looked down tenderly
+at her.
+
+"But how could you keep her?" asked Edgar.
+
+"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!"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Oh!" he gasped, presently. "Oh! Master Edgar. Oh! Thank you! Thank
+you!"
+
+"Put her in that basket, and take her home," said Edgar.
+
+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.
+
+All that evening there was an eager crowd of youngsters in front of the
+cottage where Harry lived.
+
+It was a long while since there had been such an excitement in the
+village.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+So things went on for some time until Edgar Stopford was taken away to
+the sea-side.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+In an instant Harry was cruelly stoning away as fast as he could pelt.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+They followed him--they drove him into a corner of the field; they
+secured him.
+
+"Walk him off to the police-station this minute!" exclaimed the Squire
+in a voice of fury.
+
+"Oh, sir! oh, please! please, sir! Oh! oh! Don't, sir! don't! I'll never
+do it no more!" sobbed the trembling boy.
+
+"Take him to the station-house! Indict him for manslaughter. He might
+have killed me?" cried the enraged Squire.
+
+"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."
+
+Harry was marched home. His mother was told. She cried bitterly.
+
+"How much money have you?" asked the father.
+
+"Not a--a far--thing," sobbed Harry.
+
+"Then how is the four shillings to be raised to pay for that broken
+glass?" continued Mr. Pearson.
+
+"I don't--boo-hoo! kn--now!"
+
+"But I do!" exclaimed Harry's father, in a tone of dreadful meaning.
+"_That rabbit must be sold!_"
+
+"No! no!" shrieked Harry; "I'd rather be sold myself!"
+
+"Take that rabbit to Mr. Blades, and bring back three-and-six," said
+Harry's father, in a stern voice.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "HE ... TOOK IT TO MR. BLADES."]
+
+"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.
+
+Harry has learned a hard lesson. Don't you hope Edgar will buy that
+rabbit for him again? I do.
+
+L. A.
+
+
+
+
+Our Music Page
+
+
+"_Dignity and Impudence._"
+
+_Words from_ "LITTLE FOLKS." _Music by_ BURNHAM W. HORNER.
+
+_In moderate time._
+
+_Music by_ BURNHAM W. HORNER.
+
+[Illustration: music]
+
+
+  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."
+
+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!"
+
+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!
+
+
+
+
+THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS, HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+How a Dog saved its Blind Master.
+
+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.
+
+
+Abraham Men.
+
+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.
+
+
+Famous Abdicators.
+
+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.
+
+
+Memory in Cats.
+
+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.
+
+
+Fugitives from Siberia.
+
+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.
+
+
+Tame Humming-Birds.
+
+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.
+
+
+Intelligent Dogs.
+
+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.
+
+
+Skating-Race in Lapland.
+
+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.
+
+
+The Riddle of the Sphinx.
+
+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
+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 Oedipus
+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" Oedipus 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.
+
+
+The Wolf and the Bees.
+
+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.
+
+
+About Pages.
+
+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.
+
+
+The Union Jack.
+
+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.
+
+
+Glendower's Oak.
+
+[Illustration: GLENDOWER'S OAK.]
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+_THIRTY-SECOND LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS._
+
+_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._
+
+                                   AGE
+    45774 Florence Bird             14
+    45775 Bessie G. Smith           12
+    45776 Ernest Johnson             9
+    45777 Ethel Rawson              13
+    45778 C. I. Rawson              15
+    45779 Ethel Wilson              13
+    45780 G. T. W. Osborne           8
+    45781 Godwin H. Powell          10
+    45782 Frank Simpson             10
+    45783 Ada Simpson               15
+    45784 Leila J. Simpson          16
+    45785 A. E. M. Haes             12
+    45786 F. A. M. Johnson          11
+    45787 E. M. Curling              9
+    45788 JESSIE L. FOSTER,
+            Nunhead                 12
+    45789 Alice A. Davis            12
+    45790 Hilda L. Davis            10
+    45791 Alice Sawyer              13
+    45792 L. Sawyer                  6
+    45793 Ada Neville                6
+    45794 Richard Farrow            14
+    45795 I. M. Restler              8
+    45796 Kate Odell                13
+    45797 Harry Edgell              12
+    45798 Amy Henry                  8
+    45799 Mary Cattermole           11
+    45800 Louisa Hull               19
+    45801 Aubrey H. Carter          10
+    45802 Elzbth. F. Sharp          15
+    45803 Louisa Baker              20
+    45804 Lizzie Utton              12
+    45805 George Ayres              10
+    45806 Alice Cass                11
+    45807 Alice Cottrell             9
+    45808 Vincent Farrow            19
+    45809 Eliza A. Sharp            11
+    45810 Henry Neville             19
+    45811 Hester Neville            11
+    45812 Ella Foster                6
+    45813 Ernest Hawkins            10
+    45814 Elizabeth George          11
+    45815 Martha Chinnery           18
+    45816 Annie Morris              17
+    45817 Mary Watson               15
+    45818 Eleanor Frost             14
+    45819 Rosie Henry                6
+    45820 Mabel Carter              12
+    45821 E. Chamberlain            13
+    45822 A. Chamberlain            17
+    45823 Mary Oldfield             13
+    45824 Nellie Langley            10
+    45825 Daniel Riley              21
+    45826 Lizzie Grubb              10
+    45827 Elizabeth Hall            13
+    45828 Ada Foster                18
+    45829 Charles Farrow            17
+    45830 Maude Pasley              10
+    45831 Alfred Frost              18
+    45832 Alice Allen                8
+    45833 Lizzie Shorey             11
+    45834 Jenny Clifford             9
+    45835 Frank Foster               8
+    45836 Charles Stracy            15
+    45837 Frank Foster              13
+    45838 SARAH HAGUE,
+            Hollingwood             14
+    45839 Sarah Holme               20
+    45840 F. W. Ashford             12
+    45841 A. W. Holme               13
+    45842 Nancey Holme              18
+    45843 P. H. Hague               13
+    45844 F. S. Hague               20
+    45845 S. J. Hague               16
+    45846 B Holme                    8
+    45847 M. Colvine                14
+    45848 M. A. Hulse               13
+    45849 Lizzie Lissett            13
+    45850 E. A. Faulkner            14
+    45851 Edith E. Taylor           15
+    45852 Sarah Halliwell           16
+    45353 Lucy Ashly                14
+    45854 Ruth Hulse                11
+    45855 M. Broadbent              15
+    45856 L. Stevenson              16
+    45857 Elizabeth Titter          12
+    45858 Hannah Booth              13
+    45859 Mary Marland              12
+    45860 Eliza Marland             12
+    45861 Agnes Spencer             14
+    45862 Eliza Ogden               11
+    45863 Emily Ashbury             10
+    45864 W. Hague                  10
+    45865 G. Stott                  12
+    45866 W. Lees                   12
+    45867 A. Lees                   17
+    45868 Polly Lees                 9
+    45869 Dora Lees                 19
+    45870 Maria Holt                10
+    45871 E. A. Ogden               10
+    45872 W. A. Hunt                16
+    45873 M. A. Jones               12
+    45874 E. Goodard                14
+    45875 M. Goodard                13
+    45876 E. A. Butterworth         13
+    45877 J. W. Ayre                12
+    45878 J. S. Taylor              15
+    45879 S. Broadbent              14
+    45880 Ada Booth                 10
+    45881 W. C. Broome              11
+    45882 A. E. Broome              13
+    45883 Bessie Colvine            12
+    45884 Alice Colvine             16
+    45885 J. Colvine                14
+    45886 T. Holme                  16
+    45887 Mary E. Kelly             17
+    45888 Harry Kelly                8
+    45889 Emma Kelly                12
+    45890 Jessie Hague               7
+    ------
+    45891 John H. Faull             10
+    45892 Marian B. Mills           10
+    45893 Lucy V. Barron             9
+    45894 Nellie M. Barron          11
+    45895 Leonard Barron            15
+    45896 M. S. H. Osborne          10
+    45897 Anna N. Pagan              8
+    45898 Amy Osborne                7
+    45899 M. Hollingworth           19
+    45900 Susie Winchester          13
+    45901 Blanch Mitchell           18
+    45902 Bertha Hollis             12
+    45903 A. E. Hollis               9
+    45904 T. J. MacDermott          16
+    45905 A. T. Chamier             12
+    45906 C. E. K. Godfrey          10
+    45907 Edith R. Carr             13
+    45908 Gertrude Paulet           12
+    45909 Nina M. Allen             13
+    45910 H. G. Abel                 8
+    45911 Guy L. Joy                11
+    45912 William Carroll           11
+    45913 Emily Higgs               17
+    45914 Fanny M. Hall             15
+    45915 K. W. Pickford            14
+    45916 Evelyn Bloom               7
+    45917 K. E. Jameson             16
+    45918 Isabella Jameson          15
+    45919 Ernest M. Ellis           12
+    45920 George Slade              12
+    45921 Charles Northam           10
+    45922 Momtitue Cooper           13
+    45923 Fred Steinle              13
+    45924 Simmey Price               7
+    45925 Arthur Lambert            12
+    45926 Fredk. London             10
+    45927 F. Montgomery             12
+    45928 W. Kingston               13
+    45929 Will Elliston             14
+    45930 Bert Kingston              4
+    45931 Fredk. Wollven             8
+    45932 John Kingston             12
+    45933 Richd. Plumsted           13
+    45934 Will Scotcher             14
+    45935 James Barratt             11
+    45936 Frederick Lister          12
+    45937 Sidney H. Lewin           14
+    45938 George Durmford           13
+    45939 Jsph. Johnanson           14
+    45940 John Fraser               12
+    45941 Frederick Neal             9
+    45942 John Finbow               12
+    45943 George Downes             11
+    45944 Alice Goddard              9
+    45945 Sidney Hinton             13
+    45946 Harry Garnham             11
+    45947 Will Oxer                 14
+    45948 Annie Giddins             11
+    45949 Edward Downes             12
+    45950 George Mayes               8
+    45951 Fredk. Woolley            14
+    45952 Charles Saxby             10
+    45953 Joseph Smith              12
+    45954 John Bligh                12
+    45955 Fredk. Lloyd              12
+    45956 Arthur Miller             13
+    45957 William Price             11
+    45958 Walter Smithson            8
+    45959 Arthur Stockings          11
+    45960 W. Hastings               14
+    45961 Louisa Thompson            9
+    45962 Richard Saxby             13
+    45963 Sidney Kingston            6
+    45964 Annie Mayes               10
+    45965 Louie Scotto              16
+    45966 Walter Withers            12
+    45967 Louise Giddins             8
+    45068 Harry Gainham             12
+    45969 HERBERT  H.
+            MATRAVERS,
+            Lee                     11
+    45970 E. T. Spackman            18
+    45971 R. E. Wetherell           11
+    45972 Bertie Gilling            10
+    45973 C. F. G. Low              12
+    45974 W. H. Sturton             11
+    45975 Robt. G. Reeves           11
+    45976 L. H. Matravers            7
+    45977 A. C. G. Dournel          10
+    45978 B. R. Bostock             11
+    45979 Charles H. Hoare          14
+    45980 Bruce Angier              11
+    45981 F. J. C. Helder            9
+    45982 Wm. J. Helder             12
+    45983 Mary J. Orr               17
+    45984 E. L. K. Pratt            11
+    45985 Isabella Cowie             7
+    45986 Lina Cowie                 5
+    45987 Mabel Cowie                4
+    45988 Frederick Wilkes          11
+    45989 Jenny A. Wilkes           14
+    45990 Peter Wilkes              13
+    45991 Lucy C. Wilkes             8
+    45992 Elsie Wilkes               6
+    45993 Andrew Wilkes              3
+    45994 A. Whittington            16
+    45995 E. Whittington             9
+    45996 Flrnce. Smithers          12
+    45997 A. T. Smithers            11
+    45998 M. C. E. Wright           12
+    45999 L. Durling                15
+    46000 Caroline Ford             15
+    46001 E. H. Keeling             17
+    46002 A. M. H. Keeling          11
+    46003 Edward Loat               11
+    46004 Eva Wheatley              19
+    46005 Alice Coveney             16
+    46006 Ada Coveney               14
+    46007 Alfred Horton              9
+    46008 Bertie Horton              8
+    46009 Queenie Horton             7
+    46010 Martham Thorne            11
+    46011 James Thatcher            16
+    46012 George Brackley           17
+    49013 Jessie Farminer           18
+    46014 Charles Lindsey           11
+    46015 Margt. McLean             14
+    46016 Jessie McLean             12
+    46017 Emily Cole                11
+    46018 Gertrude Cole             10
+    46019 Albert Cave               10
+    46020 Ethel Cave                 8
+    ------
+    46021 Edith A Brook             12
+    46022 Ulda Piza                 12
+    46023 Ruth Piza                 13
+    46024 Sissy Tuteur               9
+    46025 May Vinning               12
+    46026 LILLY M. WEEB,
+               Hythe                14
+    46027 Clarence J. Weeb          12
+    46028 Henry G. Weeb             15
+    46029 Effie M. Clarke           15
+    46030 G. E. Matthews            12
+    46031 M. Matthews               15
+    46032 Emily A. Rigden           13
+    46033 M. W. Lovegrove            9
+    46034 Ethel C. Lorden            7
+    46035 D. B. Machin              18
+    46036 E. V. Machin               9
+    46037 Annie E. Jones            15
+    46038 Mary V. Wethey            15
+    46039 Elsie Wethey              17
+    46040 E. E. Wethey              10
+    46041 Annie Wills               17
+    46042 Lily Spencer              17
+    46043 Alice M. Escott           15
+    46044 Jessie Rawlinson          19
+    46045 N. E. Lawson              12
+    46046 Helen Macnair             11
+    46047 J. A. Saunders            18
+    46048 Ada Bull                   6
+    46049 Victoria Salter            6
+    46050 Bertha Leal                7
+    46051 A. Chiverton              10
+    46052 Williams Small             9
+    46053 Ellen Hiscock              9
+    46054 Elizabeth Rolf            13
+    46055 A. M. Lambert             11
+    46056 Kate Matthews             13
+    46057 Arthur Plumley             8
+    46058 Agnes Guttridge           13
+    46059 Augusta Cooper            13
+    46060 S. K. Lambert             17
+    46061 Walter Matthews           10
+    46062 Amy Wells                  8
+    46063 Lydia Crump               15
+    46064 Maud M. Crump             11
+    46065 Chas. T. Crump            13
+    46066 Thomas Rolf               12
+    46067 George Duffey             10
+    46068 Benjamin Daish            12
+    46069 James Downer              12
+    46070 Edward Drake              11
+    46071 Alfred Hollis             11
+    46072 Louisa Holliday           12
+    46073 Francis E. Court          11
+    46074 Lily Blackwell             8
+    46075 Florce. Marshall          12
+    46076 Kate Wickens              10
+    46077 ELEANOR CHERITON,
+            Stroud                  14
+    46078 Kate Cheriton             20
+    46079 Mary Cheriton             17
+    46080 Ella M. Trotman           16
+    46081 Caroline Trotman          13
+    46082 Nellie Trotman            12
+    46083 Katie Trotman             19
+    46084 B. M. Trotman             15
+    46085 A. Middleditch            14
+    46086 Frank Dix                 11
+    46087 Herbert Williams          15
+    46088 Flory Barker              13
+    46089 Alice Bignold             10
+    46090 Charlotte Ellery          17
+    46091 Ada Hogg                   6
+    46092 G. P. Steward              8
+    46093 Zoë Hawkins                7
+    46094 Florce. Stephens          12
+    46095 Emily Pockett             13
+    46096 H. M. Dauncey             20
+    46097 Charlie Pearce             8
+    46098 Rosa Pearce               10
+    46099 R. N. Milner              13
+    46100 Alice Milner               9
+    46101 Bessie Milner              6
+    46102 Tom Milner                11
+    46103 Frederick Seal             8
+    46104 Louie Seal                 7
+    46105 Thirza Liddell            16
+    46106 Mary Cresswell            14
+    46107 Maude Bailey              15
+    46108 Adelaide Bailey           14
+    46109 Alfred Hill               14
+    46110 Florence Hill             10
+    46111 Harriett Hill             12
+    46112 Mildred Hill               7
+    46113 Emily Hill                16
+    46114 Caroline Hill             13
+    46115 J. W. Barge               15
+    46116 Frances Barge             20
+    46117 Edith Barge               19
+    46118 Lily Ricketts             12
+    46119 Edgar Ricketts            10
+    46120 E. E. Ricketts            14
+    46121 Fredk. Ricketts           21
+    46122 Minnie Ricketts           17
+    46123 Mary Early                15
+    46124 Walter Harrison           17
+    46125 George Harrison           12
+    46126 Eva Page                  11
+    46127 Emma Field                12
+    46128 Alice Hawker              14
+    ------
+    46129 Blanche Moore             16
+    46130 Benjmn. Danzey            17
+    46131 H. Lansdown               15
+    46132 Albert Smith              14
+    46133 Agnes Clout               18
+    46134 Fanny Osborne             18
+    46135 Janet Rham                17
+    46136 M. Humphrey               18
+    46137 Bertha Geer               20
+    46138 Nellie Cheesman           18
+    46139 Marian Tompsett           16
+    46140 Edith Atkins              17
+    46141 F. Hutchinson             14
+    46142 Lilian Hawkes             16
+    46143 Minnie Gulliver           15
+    46144 James Page                16
+    46145 Amelia Baker              16
+    46146 Louisa Holmes             20
+    46147 Anney Evans               13
+    46148 Richard Reeve              9
+    46149 Sarah R. Reeve            13
+    46150 L. Underwood              20
+    46151 Walter Hawkes             14
+    46152 William South             20
+    46153 Kate Watson               17
+    46154 Alice Hawkes               9
+    46155 George Hawkes             18
+    46156 Emily Rose                19
+    46157 Emma Percivall            18
+    46158 Sarah Davis               17
+    46159 Charles Lightford         18
+    46160 Thomas Ebstob             18
+    46161 Ada Gadd                  15
+    46162 M. Millward               17
+    46163 Elzbth. Paige             16
+    46164 Rosy Burke                20
+    46165 Isabella Glithero         18
+    46166 Elizabeth Carter          15
+    46167 Ada Nicholls              19
+    46168 Nellie Jawles             14
+    46169 Bessie Pervin             15
+    46170 Emily Roberts             16
+    46171 Fanny Gadd                18
+    46172 Laura Clarke              17
+    46173 Lizzie Wilkinson          12
+    46174 E. Weatherstone           16
+    46175 Florce. Wilkinson          9
+    46176 Mary Reeve                16
+    46177 Lizzie Garnham            14
+    46178 John A. Speers            14
+    46179 W. W. KIDSTON,
+            Glasgow                 14
+    46180 Edith Prain               16
+    46181 Thomas Pearcey            11
+    46182 Peter Weir                14
+    46183 Gilbert Ritchie           12
+    46184 Ethel Prain                8
+    46185 Frank Prain               11
+    46186 R. Thomson                14
+    46187 R. A. Thomson             14
+    46188 James Campbell            12
+    46189 D. H. Duncan              12
+    46190 John B. Kidston           16
+    46191 Helen E. Kidston          17
+    46192 I. D. Kidston             18
+    46193 James Kerr                12
+    46194 D. Macdonald              12
+    46195 Alexandra Orr             13
+    46196 William Napier            13
+    46197 Adam Reid                 12
+    46198 H. M. Lean                13
+    46199 Walter Guthrie            11
+    46200 John Turnbull             11
+    46201 G. Hannah                 13
+    46202 James Maltman             11
+    46203 A. McLennan               10
+    46204 Willie Gilchrist          11
+    46205 John Chalmers             11
+    46206 Edwd. Campbell            11
+    46207 Willie Dewar              11
+    46208 John McGowan              11
+    46209 Hugh Tennant              11
+    46210 Geo. Lauchlan             11
+    46211 John A. Hunter            12
+    46212 James Thompson            13
+    46213 James Frame               13
+    46214 Geo. Anderson             11
+    46215 John Holliday             14
+    46216 William Smith             13
+    46217 James Nicol               13
+    46218 James H. Davie            11
+    46219 Wm. Torrance              10
+    46220 M. H. Fleming             13
+    46221 Charles Chalmers          13
+    46222 James Wilson              14
+    46223 David Gray                13
+    46224 John Dickie               14
+    46225 Wm. G. Christian          13
+    46226 O. Pattenhausen           13
+    46227 Wm. Jamieson              13
+    46228 J. D. Gellaitry           10
+    46229 Millie Prain              12
+    46230 CHARLES W.
+            COUCH, Devonport        18
+    46231 Bessie Hamley             11
+    46232 Chas. Mugridge            11
+    46233 Chas. Bowning             15
+    46234 Emily Poor                12
+    46235 Jessie Poor                8
+    46236 Kate Whitfield            13
+    46237 Jessie Whitfield          10
+    46238 B. J. Locke               16
+    46239 George Yandell             9
+    46240 Alfred Callaway           17
+    46241 Emily Morgan              13
+    46242 Charles E. Craig          17
+    46243 Blanch Couch              16
+    46244 Annie Hellyer             15
+    46245 Mary Dyer                 12
+    46246 Emily Hellyer             17
+    46247 Wm. D. L. Roue            12
+    46248 Richard Harris            16
+    46249 H. Marshall               16
+    46250 William G. Hall           16
+    46251 Rose Couch                12
+    46252 Alfred Mugridge            7
+    46253 James Couch               20
+    46254 Eda Moxey                 12
+    46255 Alfred Chapman            14
+    46256 Lucy Routcliffe           13
+    46257 Hy. J. Richards           15
+    46258 Polly Dolphin             10
+    46259 Lily Couch                10
+    46260 Wm R. Rees                 9
+    46261 Ernest Yandell            10
+    46262 Edward J. Welsh           12
+    46263 Charles Evans             14
+    46264 Henry Chapman             17
+    46265 Walter Rees               11
+    46266 Willy Bickford            12
+    46267 Richard Warn               9
+    46268 Wm. C. Simmons            20
+    46269 William Andrews           16
+    46270 Stephn. H. Tozer          15
+    46271 Alfred Jenkins            15
+    46272 Alfred Winn               17
+    46273 R. Roseman                 8
+    46274 Ada Rickford              10
+    46275 Geo. J. Budge             11
+    46276 Charles Mallett           12
+    46277 Frederick Giles           10
+    46278 W. Blofield               15
+    46279 Henry Freethy             18
+    46280 Jane Hellyer              11
+    46281 ELLEN C. BUTTERS,
+            New
+            Cross                   13
+    46282 Minnie Burney              7
+    46283 Rosa East                 11
+    46284 Kate Townsend             12
+    46285 Nellie Grimston            9
+    46286 Maud A. King              12
+    46287 Ruth Cleathers            13
+    46288 Eleanor Clark             12
+    46289 H. Cannadine              12
+    46290 M. M. Armitage            12
+    46291 Emily Stanton             10
+    46292 Emma Rodnell              11
+    46293 Selina Osborn             12
+    46294 Catherine Mills           10
+    46295 Ethel O'Donnell           11
+    46296 Eliza Palgrave            11
+    46297 Lydia Millington          11
+    46298 A. M. B. Hubbard          12
+    46299 Ellen Langley             11
+    46300 Emma Harber               10
+    46301 Susan Stanton             12
+    46302 Isabel Murrell            12
+    46303 Phoebe E. Jones           13
+    46304 Florence Sims             12
+    46305 F. Cannadine              11
+    46306 Alice M. Pulling          10
+    46307 Ada F. Boness             10
+    46308 Alice E. Palmer           12
+    46309 Alice Raymond             11
+    46310 Laura Dodd                10
+    46311 Eva Vale                  12
+    46312 Minnie Wallace            11
+    46313 M. A. Aldridge            11
+    46314 Louisa Greenner            7
+    46315 Amy Crowther              11
+    46316 Emma Osborn               10
+    46317 Theresa Porter            11
+    46318 A. M. Wakeling            11
+    46319 Isabel S. Sharp           11
+    46320 Margaret Bassam           12
+    46321 Mary Cannadine            10
+    46322 Ada Sewell                10
+    46323 Alice Binsted             11
+    46324 Hetty Kimber              13
+    46325 Bessie Tullett            12
+    46326 Ida C. Vale               10
+    46327 Lizzie Rowland            10
+    46328 Ada Young                 14
+    46329 E. J. Millgate            11
+    46330 Lillian Taylor            12
+    46331 Emily Harner              11
+    46332 ALFRED CROWHURST,
+            Islington               12
+    46333 John Offer                14
+    46334 James Toynton             14
+    46335 Willie Morris             13
+    46336 C. W. Elborne             10
+    46337 Francis Frayer            11
+    46338 Walter Mansfield          13
+    46339 Jeanie Brown              15
+    46340 Nellie Brown              13
+    46341 Jamie Brown                8
+    46342 Maggie Brown              17
+    46343 F. Crossingham             8
+    46344 Edward Blower             11
+    46345 Harry Morton              12
+    46346 Robert Finlay             14
+    46347 Will Roberts              13
+    46348 Alfred Johnson             7
+    46349 Fredk. G. Gooch           12
+    46350 C. M. Stephens            11
+    46351 Edith Lance               13
+    46352 F. A. S. Harris           11
+    46353 Fanny Watt                16
+    46354 F. Crowhurst              18
+    46355 Arthur Chapman            11
+    46356 H. A. Kitchener           16
+    46357 Emily Boult                8
+    46358 Clara Kübler              13
+    46359 E. J. Baker               12
+    46360 Arthur Blake              12
+    46361 Frank Watt                 9
+    46362 Sydney Sullens            11
+    46363 L. Crowhurst              19
+    46364 Robert J. Johnson          6
+    46365 Charles H. Pull            8
+    46366 Frank Warrell              9
+    46367 Fredk. J. Modell          13
+    46368 Frank Cross               13
+    46369 Edith Bulson               8
+    46370 Lillian Lance              7
+    46371 Lily Hunt                 12
+    46372 Charlotte Bulson          11
+    46373 Charles Copeland          17
+    46374 Charles Walters           13
+    46375 Geo. Browhurst            10
+    46376 E. Irwin                  12
+    46377 Victor Farley             12
+    46378 Charles Watt              11
+    46379 John Porter               12
+    46380 Sidney Jordan             11
+    46381 I. Cuthbertson             8
+    46382 Harry Westcott            14
+    46383 Mary Bryant               11
+    46384 M. McMillan               14
+    46385 H. L. OSBORNE,
+            Ashborne                11
+    46386 Clara Hood                11
+    46387 H. E. Hood                15
+    46388 Eva Eyre                  11
+    46389 Ethel Slater               6
+    46390 C. T. Reeve                8
+    46391 Alice M. Smith            10
+    46392 Mary M. Kerry             11
+    46393 Margrt. Osborne            6
+    46394 Mary E. Osborne            8
+    46395 Ada Barnes                 9
+    46396 Tom Barnes                 8
+    46397 F. J. Howell              10
+    46398 L. A. Richardson          15
+    46399 J. G. Swinscoe             8
+    46400 Mary Buxton               14
+    46401 Emma Buxton               10
+    46402 Thos. E. Buxton           15
+    46403 Agnes Buxton               9
+    46404 Minnie Sowter             13
+    46405 F. E. Osborne              7
+    46406 F. J Osborne              10
+    46407 Antill Osborne             5
+    46408 Lillian Turner            11
+    46409 S. J. Middleton           20
+    46410 Sarah A. Burton           11
+    46411 John W. Twigge            14
+    46412 E. V. Higgins             14
+    46413 Jane Morley               18
+    46414 Adelaide Doxey            10
+    46415 John Doxey                 9
+    46416 E. A. Davies              12
+    46417 J. T. Parker               7
+    46418 G. Twigge                 10
+    46419 C. E. Smith                7
+    46420 Frank Smith               16
+    46421 Joseph Holmes             14
+    46422 Alice M. Clifford         12
+    46423 H. F. Clifford            10
+    46424 Thos. H. Clifford          7
+    46425 Marian Clifford            6
+    46426 Esther Barron              6
+    46427 Louise Wall               11
+    46428 Fredk. T. Lewis            7
+    46429 Mary Lewis                 5
+    46430 F. M. Homer               14
+    46431 Gertrude Homer            19
+    46432 Florce. E. Homer          16
+    46433 Nellie Bannister          16
+    46434 F. E. Bannister            5
+    46435 E. H. Bannister           14
+    46436 Wm. Bannister             13
+    46437 Harry Bannister           11
+    46438 C. O. Bannister            7
+    46439 S. E. Bannister           18
+    ------
+    46440 Frank Grigg               10
+    46441 William Gall               7
+    46442 Maggie Martin             11
+    46443 John Martin                9
+    46444 L. H. Langlands            9
+    46445 Gretta Rahilly            11
+    46446 Ethel Hollis              17
+    46447 Alice M. Allen            15
+    46448 C. M. Allen               12
+    46449 Reginald Foster            7
+    46450 Mabel Foster               8
+    46451 ALICE WEBB,
+            Bow                     14
+    46452 Minnie Cross              11
+    46453 Amy Pounds                14
+    46454 Ellen A. Kelly            10
+    46455 B. E. Learmond             9
+    46456 Mina L. Cole              12
+    46457 A. Whitehead              12
+    46458 Alfred E. Hicks           13
+    46459 Rose May                  13
+    46460 Florce. E. Halls          13
+    46461 Edith Harmer              13
+    46462 Florce. M. Creed          13
+    46463 Alice M. Priddle          14
+    46464 Julia R. Kaines           14
+    46465 Jessie Steele             14
+    46466 M. A. Halcrow             19
+    46467 Florence Howard           14
+    46468 E. L. Halcrow             15
+    46469 Harry Wickett             15
+    46470 Eliza A. Tovey            16
+    46471 Archibald Webb            18
+    46472 Elzbth. J. Bazelt          9
+    46473 Alice L. Gibbs            12
+    46474 Matha Walter              13
+    46475 Alice Hallett             10
+    46476 A. G. Armstrong           16
+    46477 Annie C. Howard            7
+    46478 Catherine Webb             8
+    46479 Bertram Harmer             8
+    46480 E. A. Kingston            12
+    46481 George Lindsay            10
+    46482 E. A. Collyer             10
+    46483 D. G. Phillips            10
+    46484 Julia Suxworth            10
+    46485 D. E. F. Webb             16
+    46486 Alfred Tovey               7
+    46487 E. F. Kingston             9
+    46488 Florence M. Gill          10
+    46489 Wm. G. Harmer             11
+    46490 Edith H Webb              14
+    46491 E. B. Aldridge             9
+    46492 Albert Tovey               9
+    46493 J. Danzelmann             10
+    46494 Minnie J. Steele          12
+    46495 Emma L. West              11
+    46496 G. E. Wynne               12
+    46497 Mary Hammond              11
+    46498 A. C. L. Weller           11
+    46499 Louisa Scott              11
+    46500 Edith S. Potter           11
+    46501 Arthur Lester             11
+    ------
+    46502 Edith Harwood             14
+    46503 Lydia M. Britten          13
+    46504 Florence Hepper            9
+    46505 Ellen Buckley             18
+    46506 Isabella Ouless           12
+    46507 Heloise Pritchard          8
+    46508 Beatrice Preston          10
+    46509 Harry C. Nott             11
+    46510 Elsie Nott                 6
+    46511 Maud Nott                  8
+    46512 Marion Nott               10
+    46513 Nellie Peploe             11
+    46514 Wm. Jennings              12
+    46515 Rosy Jennings              7
+    46516 Isabella Jennings         10
+    46517 Elizabeth Adams           11
+    46518 Emily Adams                8
+    46519 Gertrude Beckett          12
+    46520 M. A. Carroll             15
+    46521 FLORENCE M.
+            BAYLIS, Victoria
+            Pk., Lndn.              11
+    46522 Jeanie McFee              10
+    46523 Alfred McFee              12
+    46524 Eliza Wilkinson           15
+    46525 Helen S. Pickford         13
+    46526 John Letch                17
+    46527 Ada Louger                15
+    46528 Walter Payne              13
+    46529 Maud Blane                14
+    46530 Stanley Baylis             4
+    46531 L. M. Godfrey             11
+    46532 Nellie Kniep              12
+    46533 Edith F. Clayton          11
+    46534 E. L. Willmott            11
+    46535 Mary E. Young             10
+    46536 E. C. A. Wegner           13
+    46537 Maud A. Heath             13
+    46538 Amy Tyler                 13
+    46539 C. Wegner                 16
+    46540 Wm. T. Rogers             19
+    46541 Florrie Rogers            12
+    46542 Edward Rogers             15
+    46543 Amy Rogers                17
+    46544 Eva Davis                 14
+    46545 Agnes Davis               15
+    46546 Hilda M. Dott             11
+    46547 Elizabeth Dott             9
+    46548 B. Freeman                 9
+    46549 Harold Freeman            13
+    46550 Florence Dabbs            16
+    46551 Alice Dabbs               14
+    46552 E. C. Boughen             12
+    46553 Alfred Davis               8
+    46554 Freddy Davis              10
+    46555 Ada Davis                  6
+    46556 Florence Davis            13
+    46557 Emily Davis               12
+    46558 Edith Dyer                13
+    46559 Fredk. J. Dyer            18
+    46560 Lucy Blenman              17
+    46561 J. L. Blenman             12
+    46562 Ernest Blenman             8
+    46563 Harriet Cockrill          19
+    46564 Kate Cass                 14
+    46565 Emily Collins             11
+    46566 Lina Cass                 12
+    46567 Teresa Collins            13
+    46568 Daisy E. Willmott          9
+    46569 Margt. R. Hanna           16
+    46570 Alice Sanders             16
+    46571 J. Bartholomew            14
+    ------
+    46572 Helen M. Sharpe            8
+    46573 Mamie de Messing          10
+    46574 H. L. Thomas               8
+    46575 C. F. Mulliken            10
+    46576 T. S. Thomas               9
+    46577 C. E. Jobling             11
+    46578 Charles A. Wills           9
+    46579 John Wills                11
+    46580 EDITH SEWARD,
+            Poplar                  13
+    46581 Katharine Jones           10
+    46582 M. G. Bundock             10
+    46583 Ellen E. LeGall           12
+    46584 Ada C. Finnis             12
+    46585 Julia Sutton              13
+    46586 Ellen Silvester           11
+    46587 Lily Bundock               6
+    46588 Aurelie Vaillant          11
+    46589 Lucy Styles               12
+    46590 Theresa Wells             10
+    46591 F. E. M. Dobson           10
+    46592 A. G. Elston              11
+    46593 E. A. Smith               11
+    46594 Violet A. Wheeler         12
+    46595 Jenny Gibb                11
+    46596 E. A. Wallworth           12
+    46597 Eleanor Nowell             8
+    46598 Mary J. Nowell            10
+    46599 Amy Terry                 13
+    46600 Isabella Nowell           12
+    46601 Eliza Macland             12
+    46602 Mary Townsend             19
+    46603 Jane Catlin               19
+    46604 H. E. Jacobs              19
+    46605 Ellen Buckley             18
+    46606 Margt. Moore              17
+    46607 Clare E. Coombs           18
+    46608 Margaret Martin           18
+    46609 Ellen Christmas           18
+    46610 Nellie Toomey             19
+    46611 Ellen Chouchman           18
+    46612 John Craddock             12
+    46613 A. Steward                16
+    46614 A. P. McLean               4
+    46615 Wm. J. Smith              14
+    46616 Henry E. New              15
+    46617 W. le Gall                 9
+    46618 Alfred Smith               9
+    46619 W. E. McLean               7
+    46620 Joseph Styles              8
+    46621 William Durling            9
+    46622 Sidney Rowe                7
+    46623 Herbert Rowe              12
+    46624 Wm. H. Seward             18
+    46625 Arthur Ellis              11
+    46626 Wm. Macland               10
+    46627 Sidney Macland             8
+    46628 William Norwell           17
+    46629 Louisa Macland            14
+    46630 P. A. Seward               8
+    46631 Hannah Warwick            13
+    ------
+    46632 Maggie Wiper              13
+    46633 H. Benington              10
+    46634 A. E. Hollis               9
+    46635 Bertha Hollis             12
+    46636 Ibrahim Naame             14
+    46637 E. M. Studdy              14
+    46638 A. G. E. Studdy           12
+    46639 A. T. Bonham               8
+    46640 E. A. Bonham              17
+    46641 CLARA H POOLE,
+            Cheltenham              13
+    46642 Annie M. Potter           11
+    46643 Lucy Tippetts              9
+    46644 E. C. Osborne             13
+    46645 Mary J. Slader            19
+    46646 Rosa E. Mason             10
+    46647 John Guy                   8
+    46648 M. H. Letheren             7
+    46649 Sophie Baugham            11
+    46650 Maria Tippetts            11
+    46651 Thos. C. Guy               9
+    46652 Amy S. Slader             15
+    46653 Mary A. Shill              9
+    46654 L. K. Holliday            12
+    46655 E. H. Letheren            16
+    46656 Anne Tippetts              8
+    46657 M. M. Morland              6
+    46658 H. E. Giles               10
+    46659 Annie Whitfield           16
+    46660 Florce. Robinson          14
+    46661 Rose G. Tinker            13
+    46662 Charles W. Tyler           9
+    46663 Isabella E. Giles         10
+    46664 Freddy A. Pratt            9
+    46665 Laura E. Hunt              9
+    46666 Ellen Swinscoe            15
+    46667 Edwd. Swinscoe            11
+    46668 L. M. E. Mitchell         11
+    46669 A. L. Holliday            10
+    46670 A. E. Robins              11
+    46671 Amy Harboure              10
+    46672 Charles E. Slader          7
+    46673 Maggie Dix                 9
+    46674 F. B. Slatter             10
+    46675 John R. Tyler             10
+    46676 Lizzie Weaver             12
+    46677 Ellen E. Tyler            12
+    46678 F. M. Freeman             11
+    46679 Stanley A. Hunt           10
+    46680 Harriett E. Hunt           8
+    46681 Sarah J. Guise            16
+    46682 Agnes E. Slader           10
+    46683 Dannie Kelliher            9
+    46684 Annie Smith               12
+    46685 John S. Letheren          10
+    46686 Caleb H. Slader           17
+    46687 George H. Hunt            12
+    46688 Annie L. Deane            14
+    46689 T. H. Giles               16
+    46690 E. G. F. Poole             7
+    46691 Fanny Minett              16
+    46692 Alice Reed                16
+    46693 R. H. Langstone           13
+    46694 Nellie Slade              12
+    46695 Kate E. Deane             12
+    46696 H. A. Pritchard           10
+    46697 ADA WOOLLEY,
+            Westminster             14
+    46698 Sarah Fielder             16
+    46699 Emily Smith                8
+    46700 Edith Guillim             14
+    46701 Beatrice Warren           13
+    46702 Florence Turner           12
+    46703 Lily Weeks                 9
+    46704 L. E. Demone               9
+    46705 Mariam John               13
+    46706 Mary Lukins               11
+    46707 Mary Bowen                11
+    46708 Alice Smith               13
+    46709 Edmund Leech               6
+    46710 Rebecca Bolton            12
+    46711 B. L. Jones               13
+    46712 Honor Bolton              11
+    46713 Julia Douglas             19
+    46714 Charles Hill              10
+    46715 Miriam Cade               13
+    46716 Hannah Weeks              12
+    46717 Edith Russell              9
+    46718 Clara Russell             14
+    46719 Julia Weeks               14
+    46720 A. M. Banks               12
+    46721 John Weeks                16
+    46722 Sarah Topham               8
+    46723 Annie Button               8
+    46724 Ada Biffen                12
+    46725 Alice Wiffen              17
+    46726 Lizzie McCullock          10
+    46727 Lilly Wiffen              19
+    46728 Rosa Collins              14
+    46729 Louisa Austin             14
+    46730 Clara Banks                8
+    46731 Lula M. Wilson             8
+    46732 Alice Davis                7
+    46733 A. Norridge               12
+    46734 C. Carwood                16
+    46735 William Hill               8
+    46736 Ethel Russell              7
+    46737 A. Blofield               14
+    46738 James H. Wilson            9
+    46739 F. H. Woolley             14
+    46740 Frank Bedford             19
+    46741 Alice Lucas               12
+    46742 Edith Davis               12
+    46743 Alice Lohmann             15
+    46744 F. E. Picking             13
+    46745 Sarah Carwood             14
+    46746 A. Hockney                14
+    46747 Elzbth. Fielder           17
+    46748 F. L. Russell             12
+    46749 Clara Lillifant           13
+    ------
+    46750 Edith Baker               15
+    46751 Ada M. Leach              15
+    46752 M. J. Creagh              14
+    46753 Laura Gillatt              9
+    46754 Edwin P. Page             13
+    46755 Sarah Boughen             19
+    46756 Alice E. Boyton           14
+    46757 Louisa Hyde               12
+    46758 Hilda V. Bayly            11
+    46759 Charles J Brans           12
+    46760 Rosa Mitchell             16
+    46761 William Pruden            11
+    46762 Henry T. Mullord          11
+    46763 William Jennings          12
+    46764 Rosa Jennings              7
+    46765 F. STEINLE, Gt.
+            Chapel St., Ldn.        13
+    46766 Phillip Limback           16
+    46767 Henry Filgate             12
+    46768 Mary Maddick              10
+    46769 Ettie How                  9
+    46770 Nellie Pierson            12
+    46771 Helen Scotcher            12
+    46772 Julia Robinson            11
+    46773 F. Nightingale            10
+    46774 Fredk. Limback             9
+    46775 Charles Green             11
+    46776 George Clements           11
+    46777 Phillip Raphael           12
+    46778 Fredk. Finbow              8
+    46779 Christian Steinle         16
+    46780 Frank Randall             13
+    46781 Albert Steinle             8
+    46782 Herbert Puttock           12
+    46783 William Steinle            5
+    46784 George Steinle            14
+    46785 James Roe                 13
+    46786 Walter Bull               11
+    46787 John Akers                 8
+    46788 Ethel Budd                10
+    46789 Edith Williams             9
+    46790 Robert Harrison           13
+    46791 Frederick Fuller          12
+    46792 Kate Roe                   9
+    46793 Charles Cameron           12
+    46794 Wm. Cameron               10
+    46795 Lillian Brown              9
+    46796 William Walker            11
+    46797 Abraham Harris            12
+    46798 Joseph Roe                13
+    46799 Rose Billett               9
+    46800 A. Steinle                 6
+    46801 Lindsay Ash               12
+    46802 Louise Roe                11
+    46803 Mary Steinle              18
+    46804 Arthur G. Bull            12
+    46805 Willie Finbow              7
+    46806 Edward Moore              11
+    46807 Fray Blewer                8
+    46808 George Limback            12
+    46809 Emily Willomatt           10
+    46810 Chas. Kilminster          12
+    46811 Frank Collins             12
+    46812 Roley Harris              10
+    46813 William Dones             14
+    46814 Henry Green               12
+    46815 Rose Steinle              11
+    46816 Willie Randall            10
+    46817 CARRIE G. REES,
+            Oswestry                14
+    46818 Arthur Thomas             15
+    46819 Walter M. Shaw             5
+    46820 C. A. Humphreys            4
+    46821 M. H. Humphreys            7
+    46822 Isabel Turner             14
+    46823 Alice A. Evans            12
+    46824 Amy Scotcher              13
+    46825 M. E. Garner              13
+    46826 Lilian Turner             11
+    46827 Jessie F. Hughes          10
+    46828 Norrie Thomas             10
+    46829 John Thomas               13
+    46830 Mary A. Thomas             8
+    46831 M. J. Thomas               9
+    46832 C. Thomas                  7
+    46833 E. H. Pryce               11
+    46834 Margrt. E. Pryce           9
+    46835 Thos. H. Pryce            15
+    46836 R. Williams                7
+    46837 Edith Williams             8
+    46838 Kate I. Pryce              6
+    46839 Samuel H. Pryce           10
+    46840 Mary E. Pryce              7
+    46841 Jessie M. Jones           10
+    46842 Nora Jones                 7
+    46843 Annie Jenkins             15
+    46844 George Jenkins            12
+    46845 Kate Jenkins               7
+    46846 Jessie Jenkins            10
+    46847 Pollie Jones              11
+    46848 Emily Jones                8
+    46849 Annie Jones               12
+    46850 Annie E. Price            14
+    46851 Wm. H. Turner              7
+    46852 Dora Turner               16
+    46853 Hannah Evans              14
+    46854 Kate Thomas               18
+    46855 M. L. Tilsley             12
+    46856 Emma E. Tilsley           15
+    46857 May Davies                 9
+    46858 Emily S. Davies           15
+    46859 Alfred P. Chivers          7
+    46860 A. O. Chivers             13
+    46861 Ethel A. Chivers          12
+    46862 Ernest C. Chivers          9
+    46863 H. B. Chivers              6
+    46864 Hilda Chivers              5
+    46865 Maud Griffiths            11
+    46866 Melville McKie            18
+    46867 Fanny McKie               14
+    46868 Mary E. Byron             15
+    46869 Sarah J. Byron            17
+    46870 J. R. Pomarede            15
+    46871 INA McNEILL,
+            Belfast                 14
+    46872 Haidee Robb               13
+    46873 E. McDowell               16
+    46874 Annie Vance               14
+    46875 Lizzie Tipping            18
+    46876 Sara Corbitt              16
+    46877 H. D. Ruddell             17
+    46878 F. Thornton               17
+    46879 E. A. Corbitt             18
+    46880 J. A. Haslett             14
+    46881 Ethel Maxwell             17
+    46882 Annie Elliott             15
+    46883 Mary A. Ruddell           17
+    46884 Agnes Reid                18
+    46885 K. D. Blakely             18
+    46886 Lizzie Harput             11
+    46887 Mary Harrison             18
+    46888 A. L. D. Russell          15
+    46889 Sophie Robb               15
+    46890 Maude Black               16
+    46891 Annie R. Taylor           13
+    46892 Annie Shelton             15
+    46893 Maggie Hanna              15
+    46894 Maud Niven                15
+    46895 David Taylor               9
+    46896 Mary Stewart              15
+    46897 J. E. McAskie             14
+    46898 Lizzie Kelly              14
+    46899 R. McCracken.             13
+    46900 Sarah Harpur              15
+    46901 Edith Clarke              16
+    46902 G. Gimshaw                16
+    46903 Lizzie Burden             13
+    46904 Anna Morton               14
+    46905 E. L. Buchanan            14
+    46906 Mary M. Cromie            14
+    46907 Freda Martin              15
+    46908 M. B. Burden              15
+    46909 Maggie Fisher             15
+    46910 Kathleen Stewart          16
+    46911 Etta Thompson             16
+    46912 Georgina Purdon           15
+    46913 Lizzie Purdon             16
+    46914 Susan Byers               15
+    46915 Olga Loewenthal           13
+    46916 Fairie Morgan             16
+    46917 Carrie G. Ward            18
+    46918 Mary Heron                14
+    46919 Florence Gordon           14
+    46920 Frances Naylor            17
+    46921 Chattie Taylor            16
+    46922 A. CROSSMAN,
+            Bow                     13
+    46923 M. A. Williams            13
+    46924 Eliza E. West             15
+    46925 Florce. Davidson          12
+    46926 Fredk. Drayson             9
+    46927 C. Chatterton             13
+    46928 Charles Drayson            7
+    46929 Alice A. Smith            11
+    46930 Emily Reid                13
+    46931 Lamisa J. Jones           15
+    46932 Ada R. Nevill             13
+    46933 George Nevill              9
+    46934 C. Newton                 11
+    46935 C. Newman                 17
+    46936 William Jones             13
+    46937 Emily J. Jones            11
+    46938 Mary Barnard              12
+    46939 Florce. Constable          8
+    46940 Edith Sortwell             8
+    46941 Mary A. Gillen             8
+    46942 A. W. Sydenham             9
+    46943 Kate Adams                12
+    46944 K. H. Wimshurst           12
+    46945 Charlotte Robbie          11
+    46946 M. L. Manchee             13
+    46947 Rose Cooper               14
+    46948 E. Danzelman               8
+    46949 Sarah Skuse               21
+    46950 Olive Philbrick           14
+    46951 Elizabeth Fay             14
+    46952 Annie Howlett              9
+    46953 Alice Hodges              14
+    46954 Caroline Green            14
+    46955 Alice Rushbrook           12
+    46956 Kate Finch                16
+    46957 Eleanor Harris            12
+    46958 Florence Harris           16
+    46959 Julia R. Kaines           12
+    46960 Alice Winhall              8
+    46961 Albert Lane               11
+    46962 Martha Watson             13
+    46963 Jane Smith                 9
+    46964 F. Rudderham              13
+    46965 Anne Cearns               13
+    46966 F. McKindley              13
+    46967 James W. Cearns            7
+    46968 Louisa A. Cearns           9
+    46969 Emma Taylor               15
+    46970 Edith Cearns              15
+    46971 Matilda Ford              11
+    46972 Edith Green               15
+    ------
+    46973 C. F. Truman              19
+    46974 Ellen Ward                12
+    46975 C. E. Partington          15
+    46976 E. A. Partington          11
+    46977 Lucy Taylor               12
+    46978 Geo F. Taylor              9
+    46979 J. A. Truman              14
+    46980 Edith M. Truman            8
+    46981 Lizzie Truman             12
+    46982 E. M. Truman              14
+    46983 Jessie G. Truman          10
+    46984 Fredk. Guy                14
+    46985 Grace I. Truman           11
+    46986 Josph. W. Baxter          16
+    46987 E. M. Asquith              9
+    46988 Florrie Spencer           14
+    46989 Alice Spencer             12
+    46990 Edith Spencer             10
+    46991 E. W. Shakespear          12
+    46992 E. M. Shakespear          14
+    46993 E. W. Warman              12
+    46994 Harry Hawkins             10
+    46995 Herbert Hawkins            8
+    46996 ELIZABETH PERKINS,
+            Bow                     13
+    46997 Albert Mackrow            12
+    46998 Rosa Felgate               8
+    46999 George Stannard           16
+    47000 John Rushbrook             9
+    47001 Annie Palmer              16
+    47002 Lillian Shelton           11
+    47003 Helen Roberts             14
+    47004 Henry Fullick             11
+    47005 Rebecca Fullick           10
+    47006 Sarah Stapleton           12
+    47007 F. C. Stedman             10
+    47008 John Morgan               14
+    47009 William Palmer            14
+    47010 Lillian Macland            9
+    47011 Harry Roberts              9
+    47012 Clara A. Gibbs            12
+    47013 William Roberts           11
+    47014 Helen Hyam                 9
+    47015 David Dickerson            9
+    47016 Hannah Maskell            12
+    47017 Wm. Stapleton             10
+    47018 Minnie Valantine           6
+    47019 Francis Maskell           17
+    47020 Louisa Dennis             14
+    47021 Margaret Irven            13
+    47022 Elizabeth Silva           14
+    47023 Jane Sayers               11
+    47024 Emily Sexton              15
+    47025 Clara Dickerson           13
+    47026 Florence Sayers           13
+    47027 F. Dickerson              11
+    47028 Emily Stapleton           14
+    47029 Clara A. Brooks            8
+    47030 Mary A. Ellis             14
+    47031 Mary A. Jones             14
+    47032 Mary A. Forrow            12
+    47033 Maria E. Ray              11
+    47034 Alice L. Howard           12
+    47035 Ellen R. Adams            11
+    47036 Charlotte Brooks          12
+    47037 Elizabeth Hulme           10
+    47038 Minnie Mackland           12
+    47039 Mary Rushbrook            12
+    47040 Alice Stannard            14
+    47041 Lillie Palmer             12
+    47042 Ellen Barrett             14
+    47043 Annie Silva               15
+    47044 Annie Palmer              16
+    47045 George Roberts            15
+    ------
+    47046 E. H. Davey               14
+    47047 Gertrde. Waldron          17
+    47048 Eliz. A. Clements         17
+    47049 D. A. Harrison            15
+    47050 Ethel K. Swan             15
+    47051 Margt. A. Yates           15
+    47052 Amy F. Swan               16
+    47053 Mary J. Bold              11
+    47054 Elizabeth Crowe            9
+    47055 Matilda Crowe             12
+    47056 Grace G. Parry            14
+    47057 EDITH H. WEBB,
+                    Bow             13
+    47058 Agnes L. Allum            19
+    47059 Louisa G. Winter          18
+    47060 Alice M. Davis            15
+    47061 E. S. Ashdown             15
+    47062 Annie Hearsey             14
+    47063 Sarah Broom               14
+    47064 Ada V. Jones              14
+    47065 Ada Ferguson              14
+    47066 Eliza Finnis              13
+    47067 W. H. Armstrong           14
+    47068 Mary M. Davis             12
+    47069 M. F. Ferguson            12
+    47070 E. S. Coomber             12
+    47071 Lydia A. Smith            12
+    47072 F. C. Ballard             12
+    47073 M. F. Creighton           12
+    47074 Isabella Tomling          12
+    47075 Ada Keable                12
+    47076 F. M. Davidson            12
+    47077 A. E. Browning            11
+    47078 M. L. Keable              11
+    47079 Ada Rohwetter             11
+    47080 H. E. Ashdown             11
+    47081 Jenny Anthony             11
+    47082 Elizbth. Cluney           10
+    47083 Mabel Miller              10
+    47084 Janet Munn                10
+    47085 Lilian E. Wood            10
+    47086 Elizbth. L. Woolf         10
+    47087 A. S. K. Dobson           10
+    47088 Harriett Odonko           10
+    47089 Ada Mayne                 10
+    47090 Alice M. Lovett           10
+    47091 Alice Mackelcken          10
+    47092 A. L. Nigthingale         10
+    47093 R. M. Winter              10
+    47094 F. M. Hammond             10
+    47095 A. E. Denham               9
+    47096 F. L. Parnell              9
+    47097 E. M. Davis               10
+    47098 Minnie Ashdown             9
+    47099 R. M. Winter               9
+    47100 A. M. Wakeham              9
+    47101 Arthur Cross               9
+    47102 Arthur Blaker              9
+    47103 L. B. Wakeham              8
+    47104 M. Hammond                 8
+    47105 Alice E. R. Burn           8
+    47106 L. M. Ferguson             7
+    47107 E. A. Kaines               7
+    47108 M. A. Kaines               6
+    ------
+    47109 Emily C. Allen            10
+    47110 Ada L. Freir              14
+    47111 Herbert J. Jeffery         9
+    47112 F. J. C. Jeffery           7
+    47113 Fredk. J. Symes           12
+    47114 JANE REID,
+            Rothesay                19
+    47115 McNeill Duncan            16
+    47116 Annie B. Cook             20
+    47117 Jeannie Gow               16
+    47118 James R. Gow              14
+    47119 Maggie Lowson             14
+    47120 Beatrice Lowson            7
+    47121 Lizzie Lowson              9
+    47122 Wm. McCullock             10
+    47123 A. Colville               11
+    47124 James Colville             4
+    47125 Jane Ludlow                8
+    47126 Elizbth. Ludlow            7
+    47127 Hy. H. Thomson            10
+    47128 Gordon Thomson             9
+    47129 A. C. Thomson             11
+    47130 Grace C. Thom             20
+    47131 Isabella Black            16
+    47132 Bella Macloy              11
+    47133 W. MacClilland            16
+    47134 E. R. Macdonald           19
+    47135 H. McDonald               20
+    47136 John G. Palmer            10
+    47137 Sarah B. Stewart          12
+    47138 Thomas Stewart            10
+    47139 Arthur Brash               5
+    47140 Harris Brash               7
+    47141 M. Brash                  10
+    47142 Frank Brash               12
+    47143 Gregor T. Brash           14
+    47144 Sarah Lindsay             14
+    47145 M. B. Furguson            15
+    47146 Hannah Duncan             15
+    47147 Mary Worling              16
+    47148 Helen Murray              12
+    47149 A. M. Murray              10
+    47150 J. A. L. Murray            6
+    47151 A. Murray                  6
+    47152 Andrew Murray              9
+    47153 E. C. Rankin              17
+    47154 C. M. Rankin              20
+    47155 Pryce Rankin              19
+    47156 Maud Porter               12
+    47157 A. M. Barrowman            7
+    47158 W. R. Barrowman            8
+    47159 T. Barrowman              12
+    47160 M. Barrowman              16
+    47161 M. Barrowman              10
+    47162 J. M. Barrowman           18
+    47163 Mary B. Blair             13
+    47164 Elizabeth Phillp          13
+    ------
+    47165 E. B. Watmouth            13
+    47166 W. Watmouth               11
+    47167 H. E. Warwick             13
+    47168 Alfred E. Curtis           7
+    47169 Kate M. Curtis            14
+    47170 Jessie Curtis             10
+    47171 Edgar H. Curtis           12
+    47172 G. H. ORLEBAR,
+            Clapton                 12
+    47173 S. C. Akehurst            13
+    47174 Anne M. Bailey            19
+    47175 Thos. A. Baynes           13
+    47176 Elizabeth Bush            11
+    47177 Arthur E. Coates          12
+    47178 Fanny Cox                 11
+    47179 Fredk. C. Dove            12
+    47180 James N. Dove:            10
+    47181 T. S. Edridge             11
+    47182 Chas. Emerson             16
+    47183 C. G. Fishlock            12
+    47184 A. J. Freshwater          11
+    47185 Henry Frost               12
+    47186 M. R. Griffith            11
+    47187 Alice Hall                10
+    47188 Fanny A. Hall             12
+    47189 E. H. Hillworth           16
+    47190 M. E. Hillworth           11
+    47191 Susan Hughes              13
+    47192 Emma Hull                 17
+    47193 Fanny Hull                13
+    47194 Alfred J. Hunt            12
+    47195 A. T. Ireland             11
+    47196 A. J. Jamieson            14
+    47197 H. G. Jamieson            11
+    47198 Charles J. King           12
+    47199 John A. Law               13
+    47200 R. J. Messenger           15
+    47201 Ada E. Moore              13
+    47202 Chas. M. Morris           11
+    47203 Chas. M. Mynott           12
+    47204 E. P. Newberry            12
+    47205 Emily J. Orlebar          16
+    47206 Wm. G. H. Paull           12
+    47207 Arthur T. Pike            13
+    47208 Arthur G. Pipe            11
+    47209 Wm. C. Potter             12
+    47210 William Radley            13
+    47211 C. J. Rainbow              9
+    47212 Jessie Rainbow             7
+    47213 William J. Rous           12
+    47214 Wm. H. Sanders            10
+    47215 Richard T. Scott          12
+    47216 Arthur H. Sibley          14
+    47217 Joseph Sleap              12
+    47218 A. L. Stevenson           11
+    47219 Fredk. W. Upson           12
+    47220 George Wall               13
+    47221 Sarah Welsh               10
+    47222 Joseph Wright             11
+    ------
+    47223 Joseph Wilson             13
+    47224 Joseph Griffin            15
+    47225 Charles Griffin           12
+    47226 George Gregg              12
+    47227 Edgar Marshall            13
+    47228 Edward Harris             13
+    47229 G. F. Brewill             10
+    47230 B. SANDERS,
+            Shepherd's Bsh.         18
+    47231 Emma Jänko                15
+    47232 Ellen Dowling              9
+    47233 Janet Cooke               11
+    47234 Francis Ward               9
+    47235 Katie Ward                14
+    47236 Marcia Cooke              14
+    47237 Fanny Stoyle              17
+    47238 Mary Pearce               18
+    47239 H. V. Pearson             12
+    47240 Daniel Holmans            10
+    47241 Emma Dowling              12
+    47242 Annie Angell               8
+    47243 William Kennedy           11
+    47244 A. B. Rugg                13
+    47245 Maggie Jones               9
+    47246 Levi Jenkins              10
+    47247 Fredk. Price               9
+    47248 Emily Williams            11
+    47249 Agnes Hughes              14
+    47250 Emily Jones               14
+    47251 Bessie Beigh              13
+    47252 Mary Welch                10
+    47253 Minnie Barnard            13
+    47254 Julia Cowlin              13
+    47255 Mabel Cock                11
+    47256 Rose Patmer               12
+    47257 Emma Welch                 9
+    47258 Thomas Wilton              8
+    47259 William Smith              9
+    47260 Clara Cock                 9
+    47261 Sarah Watson              12
+    47262 Oswald N. Roper            8
+    47263 Arthur Stacey              8
+    47264 Lizzie Kendrew             9
+    47265 Nellie Kenneth            11
+    47266 Elsie M. Kenneth           9
+    47267 Alice A. Kenneth          15
+    47268 E. M. Kenneth             17
+    47269 Clara Phillips            13
+    47270 Edward Phillips           18
+    47271 Edith Fetcher             14
+    47272 Florry Fetcher            12
+    47273 Clara Fetcher              7
+    47274 H. O. Kenneth             12
+    47275 George Maxwell            13
+
+[_Officers and Members are referred to a Special Notice on page 55._]
+
+
+
+
+TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.
+
+TEACHING A DOG TO READ.
+
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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 _Bone_, _Food_, _Out_, &c. He
+first gave the dog food in a saucer on the card _food_, 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 _out_ on if he wishes to go out. One day
+he brought the card with _food_ 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.
+
+H. E. FOWLER.
+(Aged 13.)
+_Woodthorne, Wolverhampton._
+
+
+TWO CLEVER HORSES.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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.
+
+ANTONY S. BYNG.
+(Aged 7¼.)
+_St. Peter's Parsonage, Cranley Gardens, London, S.W._
+
+
+RUFFLE, THE SWIMMING CAT.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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.
+
+MARIAN C. BRODRICK.
+(Aged 14.)
+_Peper Harow,
+Godalming, Surrey._
+
+
+A DOG'S TRICK.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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 now, 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.
+
+EDITH PARNELL.
+(Aged 13.)
+13, _Windsor Terrace, Newcastle-on-Tyne._
+
+
+NOTE.--Each Story, Anecdote, &c., when sent to the Editor, must be
+certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, as being
+both _True and Original_.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER.
+
+ANSWER TO "PICTURE WANTING WORDS" (_p. 128_).
+
+FIRST PRIZE ANSWER.
+
+The picture on page 128 of LITTLE FOLKS 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+H. D. HOPE.
+(Aged 15).
+11, _Greenfield Crescent, Edgbaston,
+Birmingham._
+
+Certified by HENRY HOPE (Father).
+
+
+LIST OF HONOUR.
+
+_First Prize (One-Guinea Book), with Officer's Medal of the "Little
+Folks" Legion of Honour_;--H. D. HOPE (15), 11, Greenfield Crescent,
+Edgbaston, Birmingham. _Second Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book),
+with Officer's Medal_:--MARGARET T. S. BEATTIE (13), St. Michael's,
+Torquay. _Honourable Mention, with Members Medal_:--M. AGNES HOWARD
+(10½), 15, Clarence Square, Gosport; G. G. CALLCOTT (15½), Hageldon, 27,
+Shepherd's Bush Road; KATE E. GREENHOW (12½), Highfield, Chelmsford,
+Essex; EDITH WINGATE (15), 2, Finlayson Place, Relvinside, Glasgow;
+ADRIANA POLI (11), 24, Via Ricasoli, Livorno, Italy; SYBIL COVENTRY
+(13½), Severn Stoke Rectory, Worcester; CLIFFORD CRAWFORD (11¾), 21,
+Windsor Street, Edinburgh; EDITH B. JOWETT (15¾), Thackley Road, Idle,
+near Bradford; PERCY G. TRENDELL (12), 10, Coburg Place, Bayswater Road,
+London, S.W.
+
+
+THE "LITTLE FOLKS" ANNUAL FOR 1885.
+
+The "LITTLE FOLKS" ANNUAL for 1885 (price Sixpence) will be published on
+the 25th of October, 1884, under the title of
+
+"A SHIPFUL OF CHILDREN, AND THEIR MERRY ADVENTURES."
+
+In this ANNUAL 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 ANNUAL 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 "A SHIPFUL OF CHILDREN" are from the pens of Authors
+with whose writings readers of "LITTLE FOLKS" 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 "LITTLE FOLKS" ANNUAL 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 "A SHIPFUL OF CHILDREN" should be given to booksellers as early as
+possible.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PICTORIAL NATURAL HISTORY PUZZLE.
+
+  My 2, 3, 4, 7, 6 = pungent.
+  My 1, 9, 16 = to taste.
+  My 12, 11, 14, 10 = mists.
+  My 8, 5, 15 = an Egyptian notable.
+  My 6, 7, 13, 17 = food.
+
+  My whole is a bird.
+
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials form the name of an island at the entrance of the Baltic
+Sea.
+
+  1. A lake in Switzerland.
+  2. A river in Spain.
+  3. A river in Italy.
+  4. The capital of a country in Europe.
+  5. Some mountains in Europe.
+  6. A river in Africa.
+  7. A river in Turkey.
+
+  M. A. WARD.
+  (Aged 10½.)
+  54, _Southfield Square, Bradford, Yorks._
+
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+The following is a verse from one of Tom Hood's poems:--
+
+  '× w × s × n × h × p × i × e × f × u × m × r × i × e,
+  n × v × n × n × c × l × a × d × o × l,
+  n × f × u × a × d × w × n × y × a × p × b × y ×
+  C × m × b × u × d × n × o × t × f × c × o × l:
+  × h × r × w × r × s × m × t × a × r × n × n × s × m × t × a × l × a
+    × t,
+  × i × e × r × u × l × t × i × a × o × l.
+
+  WINIFRED H. SHACKLOCK.
+  (Aged 11¾.)
+  _Meadow House, Mansfield,
+  Nottingham._
+
+
+SQUARE WORDS.
+
+  A MARK.
+
+  2. An eatable.
+
+  3. Related.
+
+  4. A fissure.
+
+  1. A vehicle.
+
+  2. A tree.
+
+  3. Part of the verb _to ride_.
+
+  4. A river in England.
+
+  1. A partner.
+
+  2. A salt.
+
+  3. A melody.
+
+  4. A large bird.
+
+  BERTRAM G. THEOBALD.
+  (Aged 12¾.)
+  2, _Ashley Road,
+  Hornsey Rise, London, N._
+
+
+BURIED NAMES OF RIVERS.
+
+  The building is erected near the town hall.
+  2. The king told us we served him well.
+  3. If they find us, we must run away.
+  4. Mary and Emma are going for a walk.
+  5. Feel how hot I am, Stella.
+
+  C. LILIAN DICKINS.
+  (Aged 11½.)
+  1, _Priory Gardens,
+  Folkestone._
+
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+  My first is in table, but not in chair.
+  My second is in orange, but not in pear.
+  My third is in come, but not in go.
+  My fourth is in fast, but not in slow.
+  My fifth is in tin, but not in lead.
+  My sixth is in cover, but not in bed.
+  My whole is a vegetable much liked by some,
+  And now my riddle-me-ree is done.
+
+  PERCY ELLISON.
+  (Aged 12.)
+  17, _Esplanade, Waterloo,
+  near Liverpool._
+
+
+BURIED PROVERB.
+
+A word of the proverb is contained in each line.
+
+  1. There were a great many people at the ball.
+  2. Who gave you that flower?
+  3. They live close by us.
+  4. She went in the train because it was raining.
+  5. The glass is not put in the frame yet.
+  6. All these houses belong to him.
+  7. You must not stay out so late again, Edith.
+  8. Are you not going for a walk?
+  9. You throw the ball too high, Louise.
+  10. We will flood the lawn when the stones have been swept away.
+
+  AMY FAGG.
+  (Aged 15.)
+  _Clarence Lodge, Canning Road, Croydon._
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_p. 189_).
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+
+  "With fingers weary and worn, with eyelids heavy and red,
+  A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, plying her needle and thread:
+  Stitch! stitch! stitch! in poverty, hunger, and dirt;
+  And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, she sang the 'Song of
+    the Shirt.'"
+
+
+DOUBLE MESOSTICH.--OBERON--PORTIA.
+
+  1. H OP e.
+
+  2. O BO e.
+
+  3. H ER d.
+
+  4. Ta RT an.
+
+  5. Qu OI ts.
+
+  6. Fi NA le.
+
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.--TIGER.
+
+
+SINGLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC--CELEBES.
+
+  1. C hesterfield.
+
+  2. E rne.
+
+  3. L iffey.
+
+  4. E lba.
+
+  5. B lenheim.
+
+  6. E uphrates.
+
+  7. S hrewsbury.
+
+
+HIDDEN PROVERBS.
+
+  1. "Strike while the iron is hot."
+
+  2. "Where there's a will, there's a way."
+
+  3. "Too many cooks spoil the broth."
+
+
+BEHEADED WORDS.
+
+  1. Wheel, heel, eel.
+
+  2. Slate, late, ate.
+
+  3. Stale, tale, ale.
+
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL PICTORIAL ACROSTIC.
+
+  ITALY--ASSAM.
+
+  I celand contains the volcano of Hecl A.
+
+  T unbridge Wells is remarkable for its spring S.
+
+  A thens, the capital of Morea, is famous on account of its Acropoli S.
+
+  L eghorn is situated 14 miles south of Pis A.
+
+  Y armouth is the chief seat of the herring fisheries in the kingdo M.
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+SPECIAL HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION.
+
+As 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.
+
+
+PRIZES.
+
+Twenty prizes will be awarded for the best Solutions to the Puzzles
+given _in the last number_ (_p. 190_); Ten to Competitors in the Senior
+(for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 _inclusive_), and Ten
+to Competitors in the Junior Division (for those _under_ 14 years of
+age).
+
+The following will be the value of the Prizes, in books, given in _each_
+Division:--
+
+  1. A First Prize of One Guinea.
+  2. A Second Prize of Half a Guinea.
+  3. A Third Prize of Seven Shillings and Sixpence.
+  4. Two Prizes of Five Shillings.
+  5. Five Prizes of Half a Crown.
+
+There will also be awards of Bronze Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of
+Honour to the three next highest of the Competitors following the
+Prize-winners in _each_ Division.
+
+N.B.--The Solutions, together with the names and addresses of the Prize
+and Medal winners, will be published in the January Number of LITTLE
+FOLKS.
+
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+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:--
+
+  _The Editor of "Little Folks,"_
+  _La Belle Sauvage Yard._
+  _Ludgate Hill,_
+  _London, E.C._
+  _Answers to Puzzles._
+  _Junior_ [or _Senior_] _Division._
+
+Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they are _the sole
+and unaided work_ of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any
+other person.
+
+Competitors can be credited only under their own name.
+
+The decision of the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS on all matters must be
+considered final.
+
+
+SUMMER COMPETITION. (SOLUTION TO PUZZLE NO. 2).
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+  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.
+
+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.
+
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+  1. Marlborough.
+  2. Nares.
+  3. Oppian.
+  4. Perseus.
+  5. Quarles.
+  6. Rebolledo.
+  7. Sansovino.
+  8. Talma.
+  9. Ursinus.
+  10. Victor.
+  11. Washington.
+  12. Young.
+
+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.
+
+AWARD OF PRIZES (TENTH QUARTER).
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+The _First_, _Second_, and _Third Prizes_ 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.:--MATILDA HEDDLE (15), St.
+Leonards, St. Andrews; CAROLINE J. NIX (14¾), Tilgate, Crawley, Sussex;
+RUTH H. BROOK (15), Helme Edge, Metham, near Huddersfield. F. G. CALCOTT
+gains an equal number of marks, but having taken a Prize last Quarter is
+not eligible to receive one on this occasion.
+
+_Bronze Medals_ of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour are awarded
+to:--ALICE BRADBURY (14), Oak Lodge, Nightingale Lane, S.W.; LILIAN
+HAYDON (15), Cholmeley Park House, Archway Road, Highgate; CHRISTIANA
+JANE DEBENHAM (15), Cheshunt Park, Herts.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+The _First_, _Second_, and _Third Prizes_ 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.:--ELEANOR YEO (11), 30, Paul
+Street, Exeter; EMMELINE A. NEAME (12½), Church House, Llangadock, S.
+Wales; NELLIE M. MAXWELL (9½), Jenner Road, Guildford.
+
+_Bronze Medals_ of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour are awarded to
+AGNES F. COOMBS (13), Beaminster, Dorset; DOROTHY BLUNT (12), Manor
+House, Dorchester, Wallingford; M. GWENDOLINE BUCKLER (12½), Bedstone
+Rectory, Birkenhead.
+
+
+A NEW FORM OF AMUSEMENT.
+
+PROVERBS IN SECTIONS.
+
+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, _if he can_, and keeps the paper. If he cannot solve the Puzzle,
+he reads out the syllables _quickly_, and any player who guesses the
+proverb receives the paper. At the end of the game see how many papers
+each player has:
+
+  1. -dle fire great it kin- Lit- out ones put sticks -tle the.
+
+  2. By gets go- -ing mill the.
+
+  3. are all be not to Truths told.
+
+  4. A got is -ny pen- spared twice.
+
+  5. -ing no pays Talk- toll.
+
+  6. a- -eth fire -far not quench- -ter Wa-
+
+  7. be- -eth fox Geese the preach- -ware when.
+
+  8. A -ers gath- -ing moss no roll- stone.
+
+  9. A a -ant's -ders dwarf far- gi- on of shoul- sees the the -ther two.
+
+  1. Little sticks kindle the fire; great ones put it out.
+
+  2. By going gets the mill.
+
+  3. Truths are not all to be told.
+
+  4. A penny got is twice spared.
+
+  5. Talking pays no toll.
+
+  6. Water afar quencheth not fire.
+
+  7. Geese beware when the fox preacheth.
+
+  8. A rolling stone gathers no moss.
+
+  9. A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees the farther of the two.
+
+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 _short_ 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.
+
+
+
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
+
+[_The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in_ LITTLE FOLKS _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._]
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS, &C.
+
+LOUIS VERRIER, T. S. J.--[I am glad to tell you that a new "LITTLE FOLKS
+Painting Book" is in preparation. Particulars will be announced
+shortly.--ED.]
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+LITTLE MAID OF ARCADIE would like to know if any one can tell her in
+what poem the following lines occur--
+
+  "Evil is wrought by want of thought,
+  As well as want of heart."
+
+and who the author is.
+
+A NORTHERN MOLE would be much obliged if any reader of LITTLE FOLKS
+would tell her who wrote the poems "Sintram" and "Lyra Innocentium."
+
+ALICE IN WONDERLAND wishes to know the story of King Cophetua.
+
+GAMES AND AMUSEMENTS.
+
+PEROQUET writes, in answer to GREEN-EYED JOWLER, 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; _not_ the question _they_ asked, or the answer
+_they_ 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 ONE OF THE
+FAIR SEX, BRIDGET, AURANIA, FIVE MINUTES, T. C., and WM. SHEAR.
+
+WORK.
+
+ASTARTE would like to know how to make a baby's woollen jacket.
+
+COOKERY.
+
+CHUCKLES writes in answer to MAID OF ATHENS 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.
+
+F. W. BOREHAM writes in answer to SNOW-FLAKE 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.
+
+PANSY asks how to make Queen's Cakes.
+
+GENERAL.
+
+W. E. IRELAND sends in answer to W. ROUTLEDGE'S 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.
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+VIOLA 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.]
+
+SEJANUS 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.]
+
+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.]
+
+
+"Picture Wanting Words" Competition.
+
+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 LITTLE FOLKS 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.)
+
+THE BROWNIES TO THE RESCUE.
+
+  A widow lives across the creek
+  Who took in washing by the week
+  But aches and pains have crossed her way
+  And now she lies in want, they say,
+
+  Without a loaf of bread to eat,
+  A slice of cheese, or pound of meat.
+  So, while the owls around us sing,
+  This basket full of food we bring.
+
+  We made a raid on market stall,
+  And took the poultry, fish, and all--.
+  For Brownies are not slow, be sure,
+  To do their best to help the poor.
+
+  Across the window-sill with care
+  We'll slide it to her table bare,
+  And when she wakens up, no doubt,
+  She'll think her neighbours were about.
+
+  PALMER COX.
+
+[Illustration: "SO, WHILE THE OWLS AROUND US SING, THIS BASKET FULL OF
+FOOD WE BRING."]
+
+
+
+
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+    | Transcriber's Note:                                          |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 205: the caption HIS FIRST SKETCH." has been changed to |
+    | "HIS FIRST SKETCH." with opening quotation marks             |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 210: "dashed into the principal room" has been changed  |
+    | to "dashed into the principal room,"                         |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 213: caption A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING        |
+    | ITSELF" has been changed to "A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY       |
+    |     UNCOILING ITSELF" with opening quotation marks           |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 215: "What accusation bring ye against this Man? has    |
+    | been changed to "What accusation bring ye against this Man?" |
+    | with closing quotation marks                                 |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 227: He's not coming with us, in the first place?       |
+    | has been changed to He's not coming with us, in the first    |
+    | place,                                                       |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 233: LITTLE MARGARET'S. KITCHEN has been changed to     |
+    | LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN                                    |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 235: arranged alphabetically, "air, has been changed    |
+    | to arranged alphabetically, air, with no quotation marks     |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 253: "Too many cooks spoil the broth.' has been changed |
+    | to "Too many cooks spoil the broth." with double quotes      |
+    |                                                              |
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (October 1884), by Various
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+Title: Little Folks (October 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: January 3, 2009 [EBook #27693]
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+
+<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>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</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 &amp; COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Limited</span>.</h4>
+
+<h4><i>LONDON, PARIS &amp; 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>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</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 F&eacute;</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&mdash;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 &quot;Little Folks&quot; 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, &amp;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" &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XII.&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;which you needn't
+let out, unless you want to have your head smashed&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;&mdash;" 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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XIII.&mdash;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&mdash;bleached
+white as snow, and smelling sweet of the
+fresh, pure air&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;so tired&mdash;do
+let us go home, Elsie&mdash;can't walk&mdash;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&mdash;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: &quot;'WHAT DID SHE SAY?' THE MAN ASKED SHARPLY.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;'WHAT DID SHE SAY?' THE MAN ASKED SHARPLY.&quot;" />
+<span class="smcap">"'what did she say?' the man asked sharply."</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XIV.&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;for Elsie knew directly that she was in one&mdash;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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XV.&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;</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&mdash;&mdash;"</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 8&frac12; inches long, and 6&frac34; inches
+broad; then I drew a line inside the oval, about
+1&frac34; 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, &amp;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&mdash;like those
+which umbrellas are fastened with&mdash;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&mdash;<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.&mdash;THE "FLYING SCOTCHMAN."</h4>
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+<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&mdash;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&mdash;perhaps much too long&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;perhaps much too long&mdash;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: &quot;HIS FIRST SKETCH.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;HIS FIRST SKETCH.&quot;" />
+</div><p class="center">"<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: HIS FIRST SKETCH.&quot; 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&mdash;a green-painted
+steed&mdash;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"&mdash;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&mdash;William Hadley&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;at Wylam and Killingworth&mdash;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&mdash;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:&mdash;</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&mdash;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"&mdash;Edinburgh the Beautiful&mdash;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," &amp;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: &quot;HE ... EXECUTED A LITTLE WAR-DANCE.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;HE ... EXECUTED A LITTLE WAR-DANCE.&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;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: &quot;THE ARMY MOVED OFF.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;THE ARMY MOVED OFF.&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;"No, never, die
+first!" he thought, so he rushed on, and was
+among the foremost to enter the cells where
+the young pup&aelig; 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: &quot;SALUTING HIS COMMANDER.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;SALUTING HIS COMMANDER.&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;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: &quot;AN ARMY OF ANTS.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;AN ARMY OF ANTS.&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;</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: &quot;THE WARRIORS DASHED IN.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;THE WARRIORS DASHED IN.&quot;" />
+<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: &quot;room&quot; 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&mdash;</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">
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+
+<p>"The rats that fought poor Kitty," pursued
+George, for this had been a sore trouble to the
+children. 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="&quot;THE LIVING CHAIN OF INSECTS&quot;" title="&quot;THE LIVING CHAIN OF INSECTS&quot;" width="379" height="500"/>
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+
+<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&mdash;whose nerves were a little upset&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;</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: &quot;A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING ITSELF.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING ITSELF.&quot;" />
+<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 Jud&aelig;a,
+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
+C&aelig;sarea 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 Galil&aelig;ans, 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&mdash;which
+was known as the fortress of Antonia&mdash;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 Tyrop&oelig;on 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 C&aelig;sar; 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&mdash;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 C&aelig;sar'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.&mdash;<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, &amp;c).</p>
+
+<p>32. St. Matthew and St. Mark (St. Matt. xxvi. 36&mdash;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: &quot; ... IN THE HOME-GARDEN OUR DEAR LITTLE MAY SITS CALMLY AT REST ON THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot; ... IN THE HOME-GARDEN OUR DEAR LITTLE MAY SITS CALMLY AT REST ON THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY.&quot;" />
+<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>&nbsp;</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 F&Eacute;.</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&mdash;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 F&eacute;; 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 F&eacute; 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>F&eacute;'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 F&eacute; 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 F&eacute; knew now&mdash;and the knowledge was agony&mdash;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 F&eacute; to better account than by making
+him sell them too, so she arranged half her
+bunches in F&eacute;'s basket, and tied it round his neck.
+Then she took him with her, and while she went
+round to the houses F&eacute; 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 F&eacute;'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 F&eacute; 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 F&eacute; looked up to thank her, he saw only
+the flowing shining hair under a round black hat in
+the distance. F&eacute; 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 F&eacute;'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 F&eacute;
+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 F&eacute; 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 F&eacute;, 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 F&eacute; 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 F&eacute; the while. She
+pulled him down the three creaking steps and out
+into the cold wet street&mdash;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 F&eacute;'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 F&eacute;'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 F&eacute;, 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 F&eacute; 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 F&eacute;'s sixpence brought a blessing with it.</p>
+
+<p>And now F&eacute;, 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&mdash;</p>
+
+<h4><i>In loving memory of F&eacute;.</i></h4>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</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&mdash;though never to a great extent&mdash;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.&mdash;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&mdash;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 F&Eacute;'S FRIEND." title="Illustration: LITTLE F&Eacute;'S FRIEND." />
+<span class="smcap">"little f&eacute;'s friend." "<i>little f&eacute;</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&mdash;the last mitred abbot
+in England&mdash;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," &amp;c. &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER X.&mdash;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: &quot;AGNES ... AFTERWARDS JOINED THEM&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;AGNES ... AFTERWARDS JOINED THEM&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;Watts his name is&mdash;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&mdash;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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XI.&mdash;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 &quot;place?&quot;">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"&mdash;turning
+to Mrs. Clair&mdash;"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&mdash;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: &quot;THEY CAME TO THE LITTLE GROUP&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;THEY CAME TO THE LITTLE GROUP&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;Murray and Co.,
+one of the most respected "houses" in the City
+of London&mdash;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&mdash;where is he, Bertie"&mdash;Bertie emerged
+solemn-faced, and rather scared, from the other
+side of the boat, and bowed to his uncle&mdash;"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"&mdash;turning to Uncle Gregory&mdash;"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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XII.&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;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:&mdash;</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:&mdash;</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:&mdash;</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:&mdash;</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 &quot;MARGARET'S.&quot; with a full stop">MARGARET'S</ins> KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.&mdash;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," &amp;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&mdash;&mdash;"</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: &quot;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!&mdash;where?&mdash;why&mdash;?" 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&mdash;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&mdash;&mdash;"</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." />
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+  <div style="width: 280px;">&nbsp;</div>
+  <div style="width: 290px;">&nbsp;</div>
+  <div style="width: 295px;">&nbsp;</div>
+  <div style="width: 290px;">&nbsp;</div>
+  <div style="width: 250px;">&nbsp;</div>
+  <div style="width: 210px;">&nbsp;</div>
+  <div style="width: 175px;">&nbsp;</div>
+  <div style="width: 120px;">&nbsp;</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&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I shake it?"</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<p>The Magpie nodded, and repeated these words&mdash;</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&mdash;</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 &AElig;olian 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&mdash;&mdash;" 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: &quot;THE WIND HAD LULLED THEM TO SLEEP.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;THE WIND HAD LULLED THEM TO SLEEP.&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;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&mdash;</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">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</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">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</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">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</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">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</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, &amp;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 Ph&oelig;nix;" 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">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</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&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;</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&mdash;</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&mdash;</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&mdash;</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&mdash;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&mdash;Crash! Crash! Smash went a lot of
+glass&mdash;then there was a yell of pain and rage&mdash;a
+side-door flying open&mdash;and Harry tearing, as if for
+his life, across the field, while after him rushed his
+own father and his father's master&mdash;the Squire!</p>
+
+<p>They followed him&mdash;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&mdash;a far&mdash;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&mdash;boo-hoo!
+kn&mdash;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: &quot;HE ... TOOK IT TO MR. BLADES.&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;HE ... TOOK IT TO MR. BLADES.&quot;" />
+<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&mdash;"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&mdash;
+"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&mdash;
+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&mdash;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&mdash;a Russian noble who has
+experienced many of the hardships of which he
+writes&mdash;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&mdash;it may be thousands&mdash;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&mdash;Yes
+and No&mdash;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 Nordenskj&ouml;ld,
+the celebrated Arctic explorer, offered
+prizes for a contest during his stay in that country.
+The highest prize was &pound;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
+&OElig;dipus 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"
+&OElig;dipus 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 "&mdash;&mdash;,"
+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'>&mdash;&mdash;</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>
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+<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>
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+<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 Zo&euml; 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 &quot;t&quot; 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 - &quot;i&quot; 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 Ph&oelig;be 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 K&uuml;bler</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'>&mdash;&mdash;</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 &quot;Edith F, Clayton&quot; 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'>&mdash;&mdash;</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'>&mdash;&mdash;</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'>&mdash;&mdash;</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 &quot;i&quot; 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>
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+<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>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47007 F. C. Stedman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47012 Clara A. Gibbs</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47014 Helen Hyam</td><td align="right">9</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47016 Hannah Maskell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47018 Minnie Valantine</td><td align="right">6</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47027 F. Dickerson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</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>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47069 M. F. Ferguson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47071 Lydia A. Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47087 A. S. K. Dobson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47108 M. A. Kaines</td><td align="right">6</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47113 Fredk. J. Symes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47115 McNeill Duncan</td><td align="right">16</td></tr>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47135 H. McDonald</td><td align="right">20</td></tr>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47149 A. M. Murray</td><td align="right">10</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47151 A. Murray</td><td align="right">6</td></tr>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td></td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47166 W. Watmouth</td><td align="right">11</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47171 Edgar H. Curtis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47173 S. C. Akehurst</td><td align="right">13</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47179 Fredk. C. Dove</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<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>
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+<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>
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+<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>
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+<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>
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+<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>
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+<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>
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+<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>
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+<tr><td align='left'>47219 Fredk. W. Upson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</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 J&auml;nko</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, &amp;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>,&mdash;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>, &amp;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>,&mdash;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 7&frac14;.)</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>,&mdash;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>,&mdash;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 &quot;now&quot; 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?&mdash;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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Note</span>.&mdash;Each Story, Anecdote, &amp;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>&nbsp;</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>;&mdash;<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>:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Margaret T. S. Beattie</span> (13), St. Michael's,
+Torquay. <i>Honourable Mention, with Members Medal</i>:&mdash;<span class="smcap">M.
+Agnes Howard</span> (10&frac12;), 15, Clarence Square, Gosport;
+<span class="smcap">G. G. Callcott</span> (15&frac12;), Hageldon, 27, Shepherd's Bush
+Road; <span class="smcap">Kate E. Greenhow</span> (12&frac12;), 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> (13&frac12;), Severn Stoke
+Rectory, Worcester; <span class="smcap">Clifford Crawford</span> (11&frac34;), 21,
+Windsor Street, Edinburgh; <span class="smcap">Edith B. Jowett</span> (15&frac34;),
+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,
+&amp;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&mdash;humorous and otherwise, and about Forty in number&mdash;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>&nbsp;</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 10&frac12;.)</p>
+<p>54, <i>Southfield Square, Bradford, Yorks</i>.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</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:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'&times; w &times; s &times; n &times; h &times; p &times; i &times; e &times; f &times; u &times; m &times; r &times; i &times; e,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&times; n &times; v &times; n &times; n &times; c &times; l &times; a &times; d &times; o &times; l,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&times; n &times; f &times; u &times; a &times; d &times; w &times; n &times; y &times; a &times; p &times; b &times; y &times;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">C &times; m &times; b &times; u &times; d &times; n &times; o &times; t &times; f &times; c &times; o &times; l:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&times; h &times; r &times; w &times; r &times; s &times; m &times; t &times; a &times; r &times; n &times; n &times; s &times; m &times; t &times; a &times; l &times; a &times; t,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">&times; i &times; e &times; r &times; u &times; l &times; t &times; i &times; a &times; o &times; l.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Winifred H. Shacklock.</span><br />
+(Aged 11&frac34;.)</p>
+<p><i>Meadow House, Mansfield,<br />
+Nottingham.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</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 12&frac34;.)</p>
+<p>2, <i>Ashley Road,<br />
+Hornsey Rise, London, N.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</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 11&frac12;.)</p>
+<p>1, <i>Priory Gardens,<br />
+Folkestone</i>.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">BURIED PROVERB.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap189c"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br />&nbsp;<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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">DOUBLE MESOSTICH.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Oberon&mdash;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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">RIDDLE-ME-REE.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Tiger.</span></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">SINGLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC&mdash;<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>&nbsp;</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: &quot;Too many cooks spoil the broth' with a single closing quotation mark">broth</ins>."<br />
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</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>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">GEOGRAPHICAL PICTORIAL ACROSTIC.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Italy&mdash;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:&mdash;</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.&mdash;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:&mdash;</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.&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks or less:&mdash;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.&mdash;Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks or less:&mdash;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.:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Matilda Heddle</span> (15), St. Leonards, St.
+Andrews; <span class="smcap">Caroline J. Nix</span> (14&frac34;), 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:&mdash;<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.:&mdash;<span class="smcap">Eleanor Yeo</span> (11), 30, Paul Street, Exeter;
+<span class="smcap">Emmeline A. Neame</span> (12&frac12;), Church House, Llangadock, S. Wales; <span class="smcap">Nellie
+M. Maxwell</span> (9&frac12;), 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> (12&frac12;), 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, &amp;c.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Louis Verrier, T. S. J.</span>&mdash;[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.&mdash;<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&mdash;</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&mdash;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:&mdash;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, &amp;c.:&mdash;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.&mdash;[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&mdash;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?&mdash;[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.&mdash;[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&mdash;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&mdash;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&mdash;.<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="&quot;SO, WHILE THE OWLS AROUND US SING, THIS BASKET FULL OF FOOD WE BRING.&quot;" title="&quot;SO, WHILE THE OWLS AROUND US SING, THIS BASKET FULL OF FOOD WE BRING.&quot;" />
+<p class="center smcap">"so, while the owls around us sing, this basket full of food we bring."</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (October 1884), by Various
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+Title: Little Folks (October 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
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+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: January 3, 2009 [EBook #27693]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS (OCTOBER 1884) ***
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+    Transcriber's Note:
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+
+LITTLE FOLKS:
+
+_A Magazine for the Young._
+
+_NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES._
+
+CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED.
+
+_LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK._
+
+[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
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+[Illustration]
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+
+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities" "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory" &c._
+
+CHAPTER XII.--AN UNEXPECTED FRIEND.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+For 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?
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 nor jug, and such a simple thing as a drop of water was not to be
+had.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Will you get us a little water?" Elsie cried.
+
+"Why, yes!" said the girl, good-naturedly. "There's a pitcher full out
+here. I'll bring it in."
+
+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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"Do you know where mamma is?" she asked, cautiously.
+
+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.
+
+"I don't think you like her much," Elsie said.
+
+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?"
+
+Elsie pondered a moment, and then decided she would tell this girl
+everything, and trust to her being a friend.
+
+"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.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I don't know," Elsie replied.
+
+"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?"
+
+"I was told to call him Uncle 'William,'" Elsie replied, "and the lady
+'Mamma.'"
+
+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?"
+
+"I suppose so," Elsie replied, scarcely understanding what the girl was
+talking about.
+
+"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."
+
+"She had at first all those things, and I've seen a lot of money in her
+purse."
+
+"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.
+
+"We had run away from home," Elsie replied falteringly, for at the
+thought of home she felt ready to cry.
+
+"My goodness! you can't be the two children what was lost off a moor
+somewhere up Deeside."
+
+"How did you know it?" Elsie cried eagerly. "Has mother been here?"
+
+"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. 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!"
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.--A DREADFUL NIGHT.
+
+The 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+Presently he went on talking to himself again.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?"
+
+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.
+
+"Has he hurt himself much?" Elsie asked.
+
+"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."
+
+"Is he very ill?" Elsie asked.
+
+"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?"
+
+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."
+
+"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 _that_."
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+Elsie jumped up, and began dressing herself quickly.
+
+"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."
+
+Meg said nothing, but she knew very well that this last, at any rate,
+was quite out of the question.
+
+"You'd better go straight down into the shop if you want to speak to the
+master," she said, as she left the room.
+
+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.
+
+"Donald's ill; he's got the fever, and he must go to the hospital," she
+said, in a voice of decision.
+
+"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."
+
+It was not said unkindly, but the complete indifference angered Elsie,
+who was burning with impatience for something to be done very quickly.
+
+
+"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."
+
+"What does Meg know about it?" the man asked, looking into Elsie's face
+with a searching glance.
+
+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."
+
+The man called out, "Meg, come you here!"
+
+[Illustration: "'WHAT DID SHE SAY?' THE MAN ASKED SHARPLY."]
+
+CHAPTER XIV.--A FAIRY TRICK.
+
+The 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.
+
+"This girl called you in the night. What did she want you for? Now tell
+me at once," he said, in a stern voice.
+
+Meg looked all round her in a blank, stupid sort of way, letting her
+eyes travel over Elsie's face in their wandering.
+
+"What did she say?" the man asked, sharply.
+
+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.
+
+And so she waited, with a rapidly-beating heart.
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"A drop of hot coffee," the man said, unconcernedly. "If he can't eat
+bread-and-butter he don't want anything."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"They tell me Donald is very ill this morning," she said, in her
+sweetest tones. "Poor little fellow! what is the matter with him?"
+
+"Meg says it's the fever, like she had when she was little," Elsie
+answered.
+
+"Fever!" Mrs. Donaldson echoed in alarm. "Tell me quickly, is he red all
+over?"
+
+"Oh no! he's quite white, except just a patch on his cheeks," Elsie
+replied.
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Meg says they'd take care of him at the hospital," Elsie eagerly
+interposed. "Please let us go there."
+
+"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."
+
+"Then you wouldn't like to come to London with me?" Mrs. Donaldson said,
+in her most fascinating manner.
+
+"Not without Donald, thank you, ma'am," Elsie replied at once.
+
+"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."
+
+"I couldn't go without him," Elsie doggedly persisted.
+
+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."
+
+Elsie did not mind at all about the ungraciousness of the consent, so
+long as she had won her purpose.
+
+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
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"If it's to be done, they'll do it," Meg returned, confidently.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+"You will ask them to let me in, won't you?" Elsie asked, earnestly.
+
+"I will ask, but I don't know whether they will," Mrs. Donaldson
+replied, kindly. "Follow me, Effie."
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+"That was a near shave," the gentleman said when they had passed out of
+the station.
+
+"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!"
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.--A MYSTERIOUS MATTER.
+
+Elsie 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.
+
+Then the child turned furiously upon her tormentors. Her passion knew no
+bounds; she felt as 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.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE ... STRUCK THE DOOR OF THE CARRIAGE" (_p. 199_).]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Then Mrs. Donaldson came and sat on the other side of Elsie, and began
+speaking.
+
+"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."
+
+"I don't believe you," Elsie said sulkily; "you are too far from Duncan
+to hurt him."
+
+Mrs. Donaldson smiled. "You can do just as you like," she said. "I only
+warn you. Duncan 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.'"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?"
+
+Elsie replied that she did, and Mrs. Donaldson continued--
+
+"Do not mention Duncan again, not even to me when I am quite alone. He
+is always Donald."
+
+"I will not forget," Elsie replied.
+
+"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."
+
+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 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.
+
+Elsie uttered an exclamation of wonder. "A real fairy has been at work,
+you see, Effie," Mrs. Donaldson said laughingly.
+
+"Hey, what, my dear?" the old gentleman said, bending over as if a
+little deaf. "Did you speak?"
+
+"Effie wants to know where her uncle William has gone," Mrs. Donaldson
+shouted.
+
+"Uncle William? what, has she got an uncle William, Mary? Who is he?
+Here Effie, my dear, will you have a bun?"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+"Do you like grandpapa better than Uncle William?" Mrs. Donaldson
+whispered in her ear.
+
+"I do not know," Elsie answered; "but I couldn't dislike him any more,"
+she added, with a little shudder.
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"The game is up! you are my prisoners!" falls in dreadful tones on poor
+Elsie's frightened ears.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+HOW TO MAKE PRETTY PICTURE-FRAMES.
+
+
+"Your room looks so pretty, Nellie," sighed my cousin Bella; "you should
+just see mine at home; it's as bare as a barrack."
+
+"Why don't you improve it, then?" was my practical rejoinder.
+
+"Why, it costs such a lot," answered Bella.
+
+"My decorations are very inexpensive, I assure you," said I. "Now these
+frames, for instance----"
+
+"Oh, they are sweet! they are really," interrupted my cousin.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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).
+
+For these, I first cut out a paper pattern of the frame, an oval about
+8-1/2 inches long, and 6-3/4 inches broad; then I drew a line inside the oval,
+about 1-3/4 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.
+
+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 _very strong_ glue is an absolute necessity,
+or the cones will continually drop off.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+This is, of course, to hang your picture up by.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+SHEILA.
+
+
+
+
+HIS FIRST SKETCH.
+
+
+  Beneath a cottage window,
+    Upon a summer day,
+  Two little ones are whiling
+    The sunny hours away.
+
+  A portrait of his sister
+    The boy draws on the wall;
+  The little maid remonstrates,
+    She likes it not at all.
+
+  At first she sits there pouting--
+    A tear is in her eye;
+  But peals of merry laughter
+    Burst from her by-and-by.
+
+  What cares the budding artist?
+    He plies his brush with zest;
+  He is in downright earnest,
+    Though she is but in jest.
+
+  Art-fire is in his spirit,
+    For Nature lit the flame;
+  The first step he has taken
+    Upon the road to fame.
+
+  In childhood's early morning,
+    Ere opened yet the flower,
+  Within his soul is dawning
+    The future artist's power!
+
+ASTLEY H. BALDWIN.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ Henry Frith.
+
+III.--THE "FLYING SCOTCHMAN."
+
+
+"One 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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 _did_ 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.
+
+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.
+
+Look at Peterborough. Here lies Queen Katherine, and here lay Mary,
+Queen of Scots, for 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.
+
+[Illustration: "HIS FIRST SKETCH." (_See p. 204._)]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Doncaster was a very important place in olden times, and a whole volume
+of adventures might be written concerning the personages who visited it.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 A.D.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 trains. The Scotch express passes along the
+bridge, and speeds southward on the wings of steam. But no alarm spreads
+across the Border now.
+
+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:--
+
+  "There's mony a sawmon lies in Tweed,
+    An' mony a trout in Till;
+  But Coquet--Coquet aye for me,
+    If I may have my will!"
+
+We get a view of the Cheviots; and Tweed-mouth passed, we cross the
+"Royal Border Bridge," and run into Berwick.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+
+
+
+A FORAGING EXPEDITION IN SOUTH AMERICA.
+
+_By the Author of "How the Owls of the Pampas treated their Friends,"
+&c._
+
+On 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.
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration: "HE ... EXECUTED A LITTLE WAR-DANCE."]
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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 we are
+to undertake a dangerous expedition to a distant country, and your
+courage will be tried."
+
+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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "THE ARMY MOVED OFF."]
+
+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!
+
+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 pupae were carefully
+walled in, and tearing them from their cosy cradles, the ants proceeded
+to devour them.
+
+[Illustration: "SALUTING HIS COMMANDER" (_p. 209_).]
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+"Now it is all over--march!" cried Long-legs authoritatively, as John's
+flying coat-tails disappeared round a tree.
+
+"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.
+
+[Illustration: "AN ARMY OF ANTS" (_p. 210_)]
+
+"None of them will ever return," replied the colonel sternly. "Do your
+duty, and obey orders."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 about the lizards, which were
+pretty and harmless, and they used to count how many different kinds of
+beetles were killed each night.
+
+Sometimes the baby screamed when a particularly large spider walked
+across its face; but these little trials had to be borne.
+
+On the morning of this memorable day, as Mrs. Wolfe was employed in some
+household duties, Chunga rushed into the verandah, joyfully crying--
+
+"Oh, missie! oh, missie! de birds are come!"
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+"I don't see anything extraordinary about them," said Mrs. Wolfe, in a
+disappointed tone; "they are only small ugly birds."
+
+"But look dere, missie," persisted Chunga, pointing towards the forest,
+from the dark shades of which Shiny-pate and his battalions were
+emerging.
+
+"Why, it is an army of ants!" cried the Irish lady. "How curious! how
+pretty!"
+
+"Dey is coming here," remarked Chunga carelessly, as she watched the
+procession.
+
+[Illustration: "THE WARRIORS DASHED IN."]
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"Now," cried Long-legs, "first kill the cockroaches and other small
+game. Come on; don't be afraid."
+
+So the warriors dashed into the principal room, 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.
+
+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.
+
+"Come here! come here!" cried Long-legs. "There are loads of them
+inside, and I want help."
+
+"Loads of what?" inquired Shiny-pate, rather incredulously.
+
+"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."
+
+Shiny-pate at once proceeded to crawl into the chest, but fortunately
+Chunga, who knew the 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.
+
+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--
+
+"If missie kills any ants, they kill her."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"Rats and mice!" screamed all the children in delight. "Will they kill
+the horrible things?"
+
+[Illustration: "THE CAT ... STOOD WITH GLARING EYES."]
+
+"The rats that fought poor Kitty," pursued George, for this had been a
+sore trouble to the children. 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.
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "THE LIVING CHAIN OF INSECTS" (_p. 213_).]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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--
+
+"It's an ill wind that blows nobody good."
+
+[Illustration: "A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING ITSELF."]
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+THE DREAM OF PILATE'S WIFE.
+
+[Illustration: FORTRESS OF ANTONIA, JERUSALEM (CALLED PILATE'S HOUSE).]
+
+
+It was early morning, not yet seven o'clock. Yet Pontius Pilate, the
+Roman Governor of Judea, 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 Caesarea 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 Galileans, 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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 Tyropeon 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.
+
+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.
+
+Now they reached the Hall of Judgment; and the foremost of them were
+dragging the poor Man up the noble flight of stairs.
+
+The Roman knight scowled as they approached, and darted at them a look
+of bitterest resentment.
+
+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?
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 Man?"
+
+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 Caesar; and proclaiming Himself a
+King.
+
+As Pilate looked upon Jesus, he felt that there was no sedition in Him.
+_They_ 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 _Thou_ the King of the Jews?"
+
+"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.
+
+Who _could_ 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?
+
+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 _a Man like that_?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+But it was not to be so.
+
+Before long the dreaded mob returned. Herod had sent Jesus away, finding
+no fault in Him. And the Jews brought him again to Pilate.
+
+Heavily as lead the hooting and the yelling fell upon the governor's
+ears. What should he do? What _could_ 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!
+
+But his hands were stained with crime; and, 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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+But much as he was to blame, there was sent to him a warning that could
+not be despised.
+
+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."
+
+This troubled Pilate more and more; and his face paled, and his strong
+limbs trembled. He remembered how, not very long before, when Caesar'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.
+
+"_Ibis ad crucem_," "Thou must go to the cross," he said to Jesus, and
+to the attendant, "_I miles, expedi crucem_," "Soldier, go prepare the
+cross."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+H.D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+37. Who was the only woman to whom it is recorded that Jesus used the
+tender word "Daughter"?
+
+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?
+
+39. Which of the greater prophets prophesied that God's people should be
+"named the Priests of the Lord?"
+
+40. Where, in the book of the Revelation, are we shown that Jesus still
+appears in heaven as the Lamb once slain?
+
+41. Where are we told that children, as well as grown-up people, are
+known by their works?
+
+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?
+
+43. About whom did Jesus use the only word of unmixed contempt that He
+is recorded to have spoken?
+
+44. What four things does Solomon speak of as being "little upon the
+earth, but they are exceeding wise"?
+
+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?
+
+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?
+
+47. What great heathen king called God "a revealer of secrets"?
+
+48. Where are we assured that, to the upright, light arises in the
+darkness?
+
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (25-36.--_See p. 156_).
+
+25. Twice. In St. Matt. vi. 9-13 and St. Luke xi. 2-4.
+
+26. In Job xxviii. 28.
+
+27. From the words, "I went into Arabia" (Gal. i. 17), coupled with his
+speaking of Sinai in iv. 24, 25.
+
+28. In Prov. xvi. 32.
+
+29. In Ps. lvi. 8.
+
+30. Only in the New Testament (Acts vii. 60; 1 Cor. xv. 6, 18; 1 Thess.
+iv. 13-15; 2 Pet. iii. 4).
+
+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).
+
+32. St. Matthew and St. Mark (St. Matt. xxvi. 36--45; St. Mark xiv.
+32-41).
+
+33. In the genealogy of our Lord, given by St. Matthew (St. Matt. 1. 6).
+
+34. Seven (Gen. vii. 7-10). God himself (Gen. vii. 16).
+
+35. Ten (2 Sam. xviii. 15).
+
+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).
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTMENT.
+
+
+[Illustration: " ... IN THE HOME-GARDEN OUR DEAR LITTLE MAY SITS CALMLY
+AT REST ON THIS BEAUTIFUL DAY."]
+
+  Sweet Summer-time dawns with a flush o'er the skies,
+    The bees and the butterflies come in her train,
+  While the dear little children, with joy in their eyes,
+  Stand watching the lark as he mounts to the skies,
+    While singing his joyous refrain.
+
+  The meadow is sprinkled with beautiful flowers,
+    The hedge with its sweet-scented blossoms of snow.
+  How bright is the sunshine! how fresh are the showers!
+  How happy the children, these holiday hours,
+    As shouting and singing they go!
+
+  But Summer (who stole on the footsteps of Spring)
+    Is driven in turn far out of our view,
+  When ruddy-hued Autumn her mantle must fling
+  O'er meadow and orchard, till each growing thing
+    Is transformed to a beautiful hue.
+
+  Then the little ones, laughing, must hie them away
+    To the blackberry wood and the nut-growing ground;
+  But in the home-garden our dear little May
+  Sits calmly at rest, on this beautiful day,
+    Contented with what she has found.
+
+D. B. McKEAN.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE FE.
+
+
+So 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."
+
+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 Fe; but his name was of
+very little use to him, as he could neither read nor write it.
+
+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 Fe and his aunt for the past six years.
+
+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.
+
+Fe'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.
+
+After having settled and arranged everything, she bade Fe 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 Fe knew now--and the
+knowledge was agony--that he would never rest his eyes upon that sweet
+mother-face again.
+
+Mrs. Crump earned what she could get by selling flowers in the streets.
+She thought she could not turn poor Fe to better account than by making
+him sell them too, so she arranged half her bunches in Fe's basket, and
+tied it round his neck. Then she took him with her, and while she went
+round to the houses Fe stood in the principal streets, and offered his
+flowers to the passers-by.
+
+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 Fe's earnings, and only gave him very
+scanty food in return.
+
+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.
+
+One day, as Fe 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.
+
+When Fe looked up to thank her, he saw only the flowing shining hair
+under a round black hat in the distance. Fe 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.
+
+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.
+
+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!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+As little Fe'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 Fe 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.
+
+It was strange that what Fe 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 Fe, 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.
+
+The old woman rose up hastily at the scream, and she saw only little Fe
+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.
+
+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."
+
+And in a fit of passion she rolled out of bed, scolding and shaking poor
+Fe 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.
+
+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.
+
+The moon looked down on the child's small form, 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.
+
+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.
+
+A doctor set out very early next morning to see a poor invalid woman who
+lived in the same street as little Fe's cruel guardian.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+As he raised Fe's helpless little form, something fell with a chink on
+the stones; but he did not wait to see what it was then.
+
+There in the hospital lay little Fe, 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.
+
+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."
+
+The young lady begged the doctor to take her to see the boy as soon as
+he was able. And one day, when Fe was better and well enough to sit up
+in 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.
+
+Before she went away she told him that he should go away soon, and be
+made quite well again in some beautiful country place.
+
+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."
+
+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
+Fe's sixpence brought a blessing with it.
+
+And now Fe, 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.
+
+Then a grand sweet smile fell upon his face, which there had never been
+room for during his life.
+
+Over his little grave (the heir's grave) the beautiful girl placed a
+small grey stone cross, and the only inscription upon it--
+
+In loving memory of Fe.
+
+
+
+
+THE PRINCE AND HIS WHIPPING-BOY.
+
+
+Whether 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_ deserve the whipping, but _you_
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: PRINCE EDWARD'S WHIPPING-BOY. (_See p. 220._)]
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+IV.--CURIOUS CUSTOMS AND REMARKABLE INCIDENTS.
+
+
+In 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: LITTLE FE'S FRIEND. "_LITTLE FE_" (_p. 218_).]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Henceforth the Abbey was academic as well as ecclesiastical, and
+Elizabeth was very proud of her Westminster College.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+At the Restoration the Protestant services, of 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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c._
+
+CHAPTER X.--EDDIE'S ENEMY.
+
+
+Mr. Clair 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.
+
+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."
+
+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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Oh! you saw him before? I suppose you asked him to come and see us,"
+Eddie cried angrily.
+
+"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. 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.
+
+"I don't like any one who knew us when we were rich to see us now,"
+Eddie cried suddenly. "They must despise us!"
+
+"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!"
+
+[Illustration: "AGNES ... AFTERWARDS JOINED THEM" (_p. 224_).]
+
+"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!"
+
+"I thought people in the City were rich," Eddie said, looking interested
+for a moment. "Uncle Gregory said you were to make your fortune."
+
+"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."
+
+"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_ 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?"
+
+"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
+wouldn't care to know that our cousins are here."
+
+Bertie spoke quickly, with flushed cheeks, averted eyes, and a good deal
+of confusion.
+
+"Our Cousins Dick and Harry Gregory?" Eddie said quietly.
+
+"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 _he_ 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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"I'm very sorry, Bertie, but I could not help it."
+
+"Poor Eddie!" Agnes whispered sympathetically.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"Do you know what it means, Agnes? I don't. Do you know what Uncle Clair
+meant?"
+
+"I think I can guess," she replied, without looking at either of her
+cousins. "I believe uncle meant that Eddie's enemy was _himself_,
+because you know, dear, very often you won't let yourself be happy, and
+make yourself quite miserable about nothing at all."
+
+"Oh!" Eddie said, after a long silence, "do you think Uncle Clair meant
+that?"
+
+"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 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.
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.--BERTIE GOES BACK TO BUSINESS.
+
+Mr. Murray's 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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"And the little girl?" Mr. Murray said. "How is she provided for? She is
+Frank Rivers' child, I think you said?"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"He's not coming with us, in the first place, 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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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 _shall_ 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
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "THEY CAME TO THE LITTLE GROUP" (_p. 229_).]
+
+"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 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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+"No, thank you, uncle. I would rather go back to the office on Monday
+morning."
+
+"Thank you, Bert," Eddie whispered, giving his brother's hand a hearty
+squeeze. "Of course we can't go without you."
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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
+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.
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.--AN EXCITING ADVENTURE.
+
+Though 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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"You can afford it," the gentleman said, smiling.
+
+"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.
+
+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 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.
+
+"If you please, sir, you dropped this in Mincing Lane," he said, "and I
+followed you as quickly as ever I could."
+
+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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Now then, boy, you have done me a very great service to-day; what can I
+do for you in return?"
+
+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."
+
+"Of course not; besides, the cab came here on _my_ business: it's _my_
+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."
+
+"Please, sir, will you excuse me?" Bertie said earnestly. "I am so
+afraid to be late."
+
+"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?"
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+ALL ABOUT SNAILS.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+German country children have a quaint little rhyme to ask the snail to
+put out his horns. Translated, its meaning is like this:--
+
+  "Snail, snail, your four horns show,
+  Show me the four, and don't say 'No,'
+  Or I shall pitch you into the ditch,
+  And the crows that come to the ditch to sup,
+  Will gobble you up, gobble you up!"
+
+In some parts of the south of England the children invite the snail out
+still less politely. They chant over and over:--
+
+  "Snail, snail, come out of your hole,
+  Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal!"
+
+This sounds very cruel, but they can't mean it, can they? Near Exeter
+the country children have a more fanciful rhyme:--
+
+  "Snail, snail, shove out your horns,
+    Father and mother are dead,
+  Brother and sister are in the back-yard,
+    Begging for barley-bread."
+
+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:--
+
+        "Shell-a-muddy, shell-a-muddy,
+            Put out your horns,
+  For the king's daughter is coming to town,
+  In a red petticoat and a green gown!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--X.
+
+_By_ PHILLIS BROWNE, _Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+"Apple fritters to-day," said Margaret.
+
+"Yes, apple fritters to-day," replied Mary. "Won't it be delightful,
+miss?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Apple fritters!" said both the children in one breath.
+
+"Oh yes, to be sure! It is apple fritters. You would not like to broil a
+mutton chop instead, would you, Margaret?"
+
+"Certainly not, mother!"
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"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."
+
+"It does not signify very much," said Mary; "we learnt how to make
+batter when we made pancakes."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"Tepid water is water that is not hot enough to burn, is it not, ma'am?"
+said Mary, inquiringly.
+
+"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."
+
+"Shall I strain off and beat the whites of the eggs, mother?" said
+Margaret; "I can do that, you know."
+
+"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."
+
+"How thick must the slices be, please, ma'am?" said Mary.
+
+"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?"
+
+Very busily Mary worked, but Margaret had beaten her egg-whites, and
+stirred them in, long before she had finished.
+
+"May I help Mary, mother?" then said Margaret, who did not enjoy
+waiting.
+
+"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."
+
+"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?"
+
+"It does not boil yet, dear; wait till it boils."
+
+"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."
+
+"This is exactly what I wanted you to find out. Water, when it boils,
+bubbles and spirts; fat is still when it boils. If you watch this fat,
+it will become quite still."
+
+"How shall we know, then, when it boils?"
+
+"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."
+
+"Oh dear, how careful we have to be!" said Margaret.
+
+"The slices of apple are quite ready, ma'am," said Mary.
+
+"And the batter is quite ready," said Margaret.
+
+"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?"
+
+"No, I see nothing," said Margaret.
+
+"And I see nothing," said Mary.
+
+"Look closely. Hold this piece of black paper behind, that will help
+you. Be quick, we must not let the fat burn."
+
+"Oh yes, I think I see something," said Margaret, who seemed rather
+bewildered. "But I thought----"
+
+"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."
+
+"How shall we get them out?" said Margaret.
+
+"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."
+
+"There, all the first ones are out," said Mary. "Shall we put some more
+slices of apple in?"
+
+"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."
+
+"I should have thought they would have been greasy with being put into
+such a quantity of fat," said Margaret.
+
+"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."
+
+"How quickly the fritters are cooked!" said Mary. "I never saw anything
+like it."
+
+"I thing frying fritters is even more interesting than frying pancakes,"
+said Margaret.
+
+"How pretty the fritters look, and how crisp they feel when we take them
+out!" said Mary.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"I have enjoyed making apple fritters very much," said Margaret.
+
+"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."
+
+"I suppose it would not do to fry meat in batter, would it?" said Mary.
+
+"Certainly it would. You can try it, if you like, one day."
+
+"I should like, very much."
+
+"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."
+
+Cook passed through the kitchen as this was said, and the remark
+evidently met with her approval.
+
+(_To be continued._)
+
+
+
+
+WHAT THE MAGIC WORDS MEANT.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+
+"It wasn't here last night? and how did it get here? and who nailed it
+up? and what does it mean?" said Lilla.
+
+[Illustration: "THERE WERE SEVERAL WORDS UPON THE BOARD."]
+
+"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.
+
+"Of course not," returned Lilla; "I did not suppose that you did. But I
+should like to understand the meaning of it."
+
+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.
+
+"Air, all, and, and, earth, go, if, know, me, of, sea, so, through,
+will, you, you."
+
+"What nonsense! No sense in it at all," said Lilla; "yet they are
+arranged alphabetically, air, all, two _and's_, and two _you's_ to
+finish with."
+
+"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."
+
+"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 _you's_."
+
+"That is one _you_ for you, and one _you_ 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."
+
+"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.
+
+  "Pick them up, and put them in,
+  And you will then the game begin,"
+
+said the Magpie, who thought he was wonderfully clever as he said this
+to Lilla.
+
+"Is it like making words from letters?" asked Lilla.
+
+"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."
+
+"How shall I know how many times to shake?"
+
+"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!"
+
+"Through what?"
+
+"Through the board, of course," replied the Magpie. "What else is it
+meant for?"
+
+"But the thick wall is behind the board, and then the houses! This is
+not country; it is the town."
+
+"Pooh!" said the Magpie. "Have I learned human speech for nothing?
+Now----"
+
+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.
+
+
+II.
+
+Where?
+
+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 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.
+
+[Illustration: "HE HAD ALSO A GOOD OLD GRANDFATHER."]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+So Rollo was well taken care of, and nothing harmed him.
+
+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.
+
+
+III.
+
+"It isn't the town, you see," said the Magpie; "there's not a house
+near, and there's nothing but country, country everywhere."
+
+"Oh, it's lovely!" said Lilla, clasping her hands; and then suddenly
+remembering the silver box, she said--
+
+"Shall I shake it?"
+
+The Magpie nodded, and repeated these words--
+
+  "Ay, shake away; ay, shake away;
+  You p'r'aps must shake for many a day,
+  Before the end comes to our play.
+  But shake away, 'twill make us gay,
+  And help to cheer us on our way."
+
+"The box?" exclaimed Lilla.
+
+"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.
+
+The Magpie fluttered his wings, and put his head on one side,
+muttering--
+
+"Not yet, not yet."
+
+
+IV.
+
+There came a burst of low sweet music, as if the south wind were
+murmuring through the strings of many Aeolian 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.
+
+"Rollo passes by," said the Magpie.
+
+"Rollo?"
+
+"The child beloved by earth and sea and wind," said the Magpie. "Give
+the box a shake, and look up."
+
+Lilla did as she was desired.
+
+"I only see a purple cloud," she said. "Does Rollo come from the
+clouds?"
+
+  "Rollo lives here, so do not fear,
+  The Multiphobus his course can steer,"
+
+answered the Magpie, looking straight at Lilla.
+
+[Illustration: "LILLA ... PERCEIVED ... AN EXTRAORDINARY ANIMAL."]
+
+"Multi----" and here Lilla stopped. She had never heard the word before.
+
+"The Multiphobus," said the Magpie; and he spelt it over for her.
+
+"Yes, the Multiphobus. What is a Multiphobus?"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+Though the Multiphobus had an ugly face, yet he was evidently amiable,
+and he and Rollo appeared to be talking together.
+
+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.
+
+"They want to get out," she said; "shall I open the lid?"
+
+"Certainly not," replied the Magpie; "they will come out of themselves
+when it is time. Stand still, and watch the Multiphobus descending."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"He has only to say 'Wings,' and they come to him at once," explained
+the Magpie.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "ROLLO ... ADVANCED TO MEET HIM."]
+
+She could not keep it still.
+
+  "No matter, no matter,
+  If it does make a clatter,"
+
+said the Magpie.
+
+"Will the Wolf hurt Rollo?" asked Lilla.
+
+But the Magpie only whistled.
+
+
+V.
+
+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.
+
+"What tidings, friend Wolf?" said Rollo; "what have you come to tell
+us?"
+
+"There are strangers in the land," answered the Wolf, "and I come to
+warn you."
+
+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.
+
+"It will go, it will go!" said she.
+
+"Hold it fast!" whispered the Magpie; "hold it fast!
+
+  "'On it will depend
+  What may be the end.
+  Come with me to the tree,
+  And then we shall see.'"
+
+"To the tree where Rollo and the Multiphobus are standing?" asked Lilla.
+
+"Where else?" asked the Magpie.
+
+Lilla became nervous, and spoke in disjointed sentences.
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+  "Earth, air, and sea
+  All know of me,
+  And so will you
+  If you go through."
+
+"Why, it's quite easy to read!" exclaimed Lilla in surprise. "I wonder I
+never thought of it all this time."
+
+"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.
+
+"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."
+
+"Was he?" said Lilla; "and he wasn't angry?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"Of course I can," answered Lilla, "and tea and coffee."
+
+"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."
+
+"I am afraid of him," returned Lilla.
+
+"Oh, you need not be. I am quite sure you'll give a paw to Lilla; won't
+you, Multiphobus?"
+
+"I will give two," said the Multiphobus, standing on his hind legs and
+stretching out his fore paws to Lilla.
+
+She shook them, and felt at ease with him at once.
+
+The Magpie fluttered about.
+
+"I am not going home by myself," said he. "I shall stay here if Lilla
+does."
+
+"That you shall," replied Rollo; "we will all live in this beautiful
+land together."
+
+[Illustration: "THE WIND HAD LULLED THEM TO SLEEP."]
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+So that whether waking or sleeping the children were happy.
+
+Sometimes Lilla would say--
+
+"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 me for ever and
+ever; and whatever should I have done, I wonder."
+
+"You may thank me," said the Magpie, "for having brought you away;
+that's very certain."
+
+"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."
+
+And of course, as I need not tell you, Lilla did thank them.
+
+JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+A YOUNG ROMAN'S SACRIFICE.
+
+A TRUE STORY.
+
+
+Once 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Lucius sprang forward, seized the laurel crown, and put it on the head
+of the poor fellow who had been unsuccessful.
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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."
+
+E. M. W.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN OCTOBER.
+
+
+The 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 _Perceneige_, 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 (_N. poeticus_). 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 Phoenix;" 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.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+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 _is_ 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.
+
+[Illustration: OFF TO HER GARDEN. (_See p. 239._)]
+
+
+
+
+THE DISCONTENTED BOAT.
+
+
+A boat 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.
+
+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.
+
+"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.
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+LUCIE COBBE.
+
+
+
+
+HARRY'S RABBIT.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Harry Pearson was rather a good sort of boy, but he had one very bad
+habit. He was the greatest stone-thrower in all Tolhurst Village.
+
+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.
+
+He was just slinking home when out came his father, the Squire's
+gardener.
+
+Harry thought that his father had found out about the stone-throwing,
+and hung down his head.
+
+But, instead of scolding him as, he had expected, his father said, as if
+he were pleased--
+
+"Harry, Master Edgar is better to-day, and he wants you to come in now
+and wheel his chair for him."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+"All right, father!" exclaimed Harry gleefully. "Is he in the garden?"
+
+And without waiting for an answer he ran in and found Edgar Stopford
+waiting for him.
+
+"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."
+
+"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."
+
+"You haven't any rabbits, have you?" asked Edgar.
+
+"No," said Harry. "Don't I wish I had!"
+
+"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?"
+
+"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?"
+
+"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.
+
+"You wouldn't? Oh, I'm so glad!" exclaimed Harry.
+
+"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."
+
+Harry pushed with all his might, while his face flushed up to the roots
+of his hair; for he could not help thinking--
+
+"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!"
+
+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.
+
+"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."
+
+"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.
+
+Harry shouted with joy--
+
+"Oh, Master Edgar! Oh, how they've grown! You won't know them! They're
+lovely!"
+
+He caught up his favourite first of all, and examined her thoroughly
+with breathless delight.
+
+She had grown into the most beautifully-marked rabbit that he could
+imagine.
+
+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?
+
+With something like a sigh Harry put her down, and caught one of the
+others.
+
+"I've seen the young doe, and I've measured her ears!" he exclaimed, as
+he took the other rabbit to Edgar Stopford.
+
+"Well! He _has_ 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!"
+
+Harry managed to do as Edgar wished, although it gave him a good deal of
+trouble; but he did not mind that a bit.
+
+"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.
+
+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--
+
+"I wonder who is going to have her?"
+
+"You seem very fond of that tortoise-shell young one, Harry!" said Edgar
+presently with a smile.
+
+"Ee--yes!" said Harry, his eyes brightening as he looked down tenderly
+at her.
+
+"But how could you keep her?" asked Edgar.
+
+"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!"
+
+"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."
+
+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.
+
+"Oh!" he gasped, presently. "Oh! Master Edgar. Oh! Thank you! Thank
+you!"
+
+"Put her in that basket, and take her home," said Edgar.
+
+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.
+
+All that evening there was an eager crowd of youngsters in front of the
+cottage where Harry lived.
+
+It was a long while since there had been such an excitement in the
+village.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+So things went on for some time until Edgar Stopford was taken away to
+the sea-side.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+In an instant Harry was cruelly stoning away as fast as he could pelt.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+They followed him--they drove him into a corner of the field; they
+secured him.
+
+"Walk him off to the police-station this minute!" exclaimed the Squire
+in a voice of fury.
+
+"Oh, sir! oh, please! please, sir! Oh! oh! Don't, sir! don't! I'll never
+do it no more!" sobbed the trembling boy.
+
+"Take him to the station-house! Indict him for manslaughter. He might
+have killed me?" cried the enraged Squire.
+
+"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."
+
+Harry was marched home. His mother was told. She cried bitterly.
+
+"How much money have you?" asked the father.
+
+"Not a--a far--thing," sobbed Harry.
+
+"Then how is the four shillings to be raised to pay for that broken
+glass?" continued Mr. Pearson.
+
+"I don't--boo-hoo! kn--now!"
+
+"But I do!" exclaimed Harry's father, in a tone of dreadful meaning.
+"_That rabbit must be sold!_"
+
+"No! no!" shrieked Harry; "I'd rather be sold myself!"
+
+"Take that rabbit to Mr. Blades, and bring back three-and-six," said
+Harry's father, in a stern voice.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: "HE ... TOOK IT TO MR. BLADES."]
+
+"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.
+
+Harry has learned a hard lesson. Don't you hope Edgar will buy that
+rabbit for him again? I do.
+
+L. A.
+
+
+
+
+Our Music Page
+
+
+"_Dignity and Impudence._"
+
+_Words from_ "LITTLE FOLKS." _Music by_ BURNHAM W. HORNER.
+
+_In moderate time._
+
+_Music by_ BURNHAM W. HORNER.
+
+[Illustration: music]
+
+
+  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."
+
+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!"
+
+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!
+
+
+
+
+THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS, HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+How a Dog saved its Blind Master.
+
+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.
+
+
+Abraham Men.
+
+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.
+
+
+Famous Abdicators.
+
+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.
+
+
+Memory in Cats.
+
+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.
+
+
+Fugitives from Siberia.
+
+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.
+
+
+Tame Humming-Birds.
+
+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.
+
+
+Intelligent Dogs.
+
+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.
+
+
+Skating-Race in Lapland.
+
+With a view to test the powers of the Lapps in the matter of
+long-distance skating, Baron Nordenskjold, the celebrated Arctic
+explorer, offered prizes for a contest during his stay in that country.
+The highest prize was 14 pounds, 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.
+
+
+The Riddle of the Sphinx.
+
+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
+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 Oedipus
+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" Oedipus 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.
+
+
+The Wolf and the Bees.
+
+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.
+
+
+About Pages.
+
+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.
+
+
+The Union Jack.
+
+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.
+
+
+Glendower's Oak.
+
+[Illustration: GLENDOWER'S OAK.]
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+_THIRTY-SECOND LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS._
+
+_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._
+
+                                   AGE
+    45774 Florence Bird             14
+    45775 Bessie G. Smith           12
+    45776 Ernest Johnson             9
+    45777 Ethel Rawson              13
+    45778 C. I. Rawson              15
+    45779 Ethel Wilson              13
+    45780 G. T. W. Osborne           8
+    45781 Godwin H. Powell          10
+    45782 Frank Simpson             10
+    45783 Ada Simpson               15
+    45784 Leila J. Simpson          16
+    45785 A. E. M. Haes             12
+    45786 F. A. M. Johnson          11
+    45787 E. M. Curling              9
+    45788 JESSIE L. FOSTER,
+            Nunhead                 12
+    45789 Alice A. Davis            12
+    45790 Hilda L. Davis            10
+    45791 Alice Sawyer              13
+    45792 L. Sawyer                  6
+    45793 Ada Neville                6
+    45794 Richard Farrow            14
+    45795 I. M. Restler              8
+    45796 Kate Odell                13
+    45797 Harry Edgell              12
+    45798 Amy Henry                  8
+    45799 Mary Cattermole           11
+    45800 Louisa Hull               19
+    45801 Aubrey H. Carter          10
+    45802 Elzbth. F. Sharp          15
+    45803 Louisa Baker              20
+    45804 Lizzie Utton              12
+    45805 George Ayres              10
+    45806 Alice Cass                11
+    45807 Alice Cottrell             9
+    45808 Vincent Farrow            19
+    45809 Eliza A. Sharp            11
+    45810 Henry Neville             19
+    45811 Hester Neville            11
+    45812 Ella Foster                6
+    45813 Ernest Hawkins            10
+    45814 Elizabeth George          11
+    45815 Martha Chinnery           18
+    45816 Annie Morris              17
+    45817 Mary Watson               15
+    45818 Eleanor Frost             14
+    45819 Rosie Henry                6
+    45820 Mabel Carter              12
+    45821 E. Chamberlain            13
+    45822 A. Chamberlain            17
+    45823 Mary Oldfield             13
+    45824 Nellie Langley            10
+    45825 Daniel Riley              21
+    45826 Lizzie Grubb              10
+    45827 Elizabeth Hall            13
+    45828 Ada Foster                18
+    45829 Charles Farrow            17
+    45830 Maude Pasley              10
+    45831 Alfred Frost              18
+    45832 Alice Allen                8
+    45833 Lizzie Shorey             11
+    45834 Jenny Clifford             9
+    45835 Frank Foster               8
+    45836 Charles Stracy            15
+    45837 Frank Foster              13
+    45838 SARAH HAGUE,
+            Hollingwood             14
+    45839 Sarah Holme               20
+    45840 F. W. Ashford             12
+    45841 A. W. Holme               13
+    45842 Nancey Holme              18
+    45843 P. H. Hague               13
+    45844 F. S. Hague               20
+    45845 S. J. Hague               16
+    45846 B Holme                    8
+    45847 M. Colvine                14
+    45848 M. A. Hulse               13
+    45849 Lizzie Lissett            13
+    45850 E. A. Faulkner            14
+    45851 Edith E. Taylor           15
+    45852 Sarah Halliwell           16
+    45353 Lucy Ashly                14
+    45854 Ruth Hulse                11
+    45855 M. Broadbent              15
+    45856 L. Stevenson              16
+    45857 Elizabeth Titter          12
+    45858 Hannah Booth              13
+    45859 Mary Marland              12
+    45860 Eliza Marland             12
+    45861 Agnes Spencer             14
+    45862 Eliza Ogden               11
+    45863 Emily Ashbury             10
+    45864 W. Hague                  10
+    45865 G. Stott                  12
+    45866 W. Lees                   12
+    45867 A. Lees                   17
+    45868 Polly Lees                 9
+    45869 Dora Lees                 19
+    45870 Maria Holt                10
+    45871 E. A. Ogden               10
+    45872 W. A. Hunt                16
+    45873 M. A. Jones               12
+    45874 E. Goodard                14
+    45875 M. Goodard                13
+    45876 E. A. Butterworth         13
+    45877 J. W. Ayre                12
+    45878 J. S. Taylor              15
+    45879 S. Broadbent              14
+    45880 Ada Booth                 10
+    45881 W. C. Broome              11
+    45882 A. E. Broome              13
+    45883 Bessie Colvine            12
+    45884 Alice Colvine             16
+    45885 J. Colvine                14
+    45886 T. Holme                  16
+    45887 Mary E. Kelly             17
+    45888 Harry Kelly                8
+    45889 Emma Kelly                12
+    45890 Jessie Hague               7
+    ------
+    45891 John H. Faull             10
+    45892 Marian B. Mills           10
+    45893 Lucy V. Barron             9
+    45894 Nellie M. Barron          11
+    45895 Leonard Barron            15
+    45896 M. S. H. Osborne          10
+    45897 Anna N. Pagan              8
+    45898 Amy Osborne                7
+    45899 M. Hollingworth           19
+    45900 Susie Winchester          13
+    45901 Blanch Mitchell           18
+    45902 Bertha Hollis             12
+    45903 A. E. Hollis               9
+    45904 T. J. MacDermott          16
+    45905 A. T. Chamier             12
+    45906 C. E. K. Godfrey          10
+    45907 Edith R. Carr             13
+    45908 Gertrude Paulet           12
+    45909 Nina M. Allen             13
+    45910 H. G. Abel                 8
+    45911 Guy L. Joy                11
+    45912 William Carroll           11
+    45913 Emily Higgs               17
+    45914 Fanny M. Hall             15
+    45915 K. W. Pickford            14
+    45916 Evelyn Bloom               7
+    45917 K. E. Jameson             16
+    45918 Isabella Jameson          15
+    45919 Ernest M. Ellis           12
+    45920 George Slade              12
+    45921 Charles Northam           10
+    45922 Momtitue Cooper           13
+    45923 Fred Steinle              13
+    45924 Simmey Price               7
+    45925 Arthur Lambert            12
+    45926 Fredk. London             10
+    45927 F. Montgomery             12
+    45928 W. Kingston               13
+    45929 Will Elliston             14
+    45930 Bert Kingston              4
+    45931 Fredk. Wollven             8
+    45932 John Kingston             12
+    45933 Richd. Plumsted           13
+    45934 Will Scotcher             14
+    45935 James Barratt             11
+    45936 Frederick Lister          12
+    45937 Sidney H. Lewin           14
+    45938 George Durmford           13
+    45939 Jsph. Johnanson           14
+    45940 John Fraser               12
+    45941 Frederick Neal             9
+    45942 John Finbow               12
+    45943 George Downes             11
+    45944 Alice Goddard              9
+    45945 Sidney Hinton             13
+    45946 Harry Garnham             11
+    45947 Will Oxer                 14
+    45948 Annie Giddins             11
+    45949 Edward Downes             12
+    45950 George Mayes               8
+    45951 Fredk. Woolley            14
+    45952 Charles Saxby             10
+    45953 Joseph Smith              12
+    45954 John Bligh                12
+    45955 Fredk. Lloyd              12
+    45956 Arthur Miller             13
+    45957 William Price             11
+    45958 Walter Smithson            8
+    45959 Arthur Stockings          11
+    45960 W. Hastings               14
+    45961 Louisa Thompson            9
+    45962 Richard Saxby             13
+    45963 Sidney Kingston            6
+    45964 Annie Mayes               10
+    45965 Louie Scotto              16
+    45966 Walter Withers            12
+    45967 Louise Giddins             8
+    45068 Harry Gainham             12
+    45969 HERBERT  H.
+            MATRAVERS,
+            Lee                     11
+    45970 E. T. Spackman            18
+    45971 R. E. Wetherell           11
+    45972 Bertie Gilling            10
+    45973 C. F. G. Low              12
+    45974 W. H. Sturton             11
+    45975 Robt. G. Reeves           11
+    45976 L. H. Matravers            7
+    45977 A. C. G. Dournel          10
+    45978 B. R. Bostock             11
+    45979 Charles H. Hoare          14
+    45980 Bruce Angier              11
+    45981 F. J. C. Helder            9
+    45982 Wm. J. Helder             12
+    45983 Mary J. Orr               17
+    45984 E. L. K. Pratt            11
+    45985 Isabella Cowie             7
+    45986 Lina Cowie                 5
+    45987 Mabel Cowie                4
+    45988 Frederick Wilkes          11
+    45989 Jenny A. Wilkes           14
+    45990 Peter Wilkes              13
+    45991 Lucy C. Wilkes             8
+    45992 Elsie Wilkes               6
+    45993 Andrew Wilkes              3
+    45994 A. Whittington            16
+    45995 E. Whittington             9
+    45996 Flrnce. Smithers          12
+    45997 A. T. Smithers            11
+    45998 M. C. E. Wright           12
+    45999 L. Durling                15
+    46000 Caroline Ford             15
+    46001 E. H. Keeling             17
+    46002 A. M. H. Keeling          11
+    46003 Edward Loat               11
+    46004 Eva Wheatley              19
+    46005 Alice Coveney             16
+    46006 Ada Coveney               14
+    46007 Alfred Horton              9
+    46008 Bertie Horton              8
+    46009 Queenie Horton             7
+    46010 Martham Thorne            11
+    46011 James Thatcher            16
+    46012 George Brackley           17
+    49013 Jessie Farminer           18
+    46014 Charles Lindsey           11
+    46015 Margt. McLean             14
+    46016 Jessie McLean             12
+    46017 Emily Cole                11
+    46018 Gertrude Cole             10
+    46019 Albert Cave               10
+    46020 Ethel Cave                 8
+    ------
+    46021 Edith A Brook             12
+    46022 Ulda Piza                 12
+    46023 Ruth Piza                 13
+    46024 Sissy Tuteur               9
+    46025 May Vinning               12
+    46026 LILLY M. WEEB,
+               Hythe                14
+    46027 Clarence J. Weeb          12
+    46028 Henry G. Weeb             15
+    46029 Effie M. Clarke           15
+    46030 G. E. Matthews            12
+    46031 M. Matthews               15
+    46032 Emily A. Rigden           13
+    46033 M. W. Lovegrove            9
+    46034 Ethel C. Lorden            7
+    46035 D. B. Machin              18
+    46036 E. V. Machin               9
+    46037 Annie E. Jones            15
+    46038 Mary V. Wethey            15
+    46039 Elsie Wethey              17
+    46040 E. E. Wethey              10
+    46041 Annie Wills               17
+    46042 Lily Spencer              17
+    46043 Alice M. Escott           15
+    46044 Jessie Rawlinson          19
+    46045 N. E. Lawson              12
+    46046 Helen Macnair             11
+    46047 J. A. Saunders            18
+    46048 Ada Bull                   6
+    46049 Victoria Salter            6
+    46050 Bertha Leal                7
+    46051 A. Chiverton              10
+    46052 Williams Small             9
+    46053 Ellen Hiscock              9
+    46054 Elizabeth Rolf            13
+    46055 A. M. Lambert             11
+    46056 Kate Matthews             13
+    46057 Arthur Plumley             8
+    46058 Agnes Guttridge           13
+    46059 Augusta Cooper            13
+    46060 S. K. Lambert             17
+    46061 Walter Matthews           10
+    46062 Amy Wells                  8
+    46063 Lydia Crump               15
+    46064 Maud M. Crump             11
+    46065 Chas. T. Crump            13
+    46066 Thomas Rolf               12
+    46067 George Duffey             10
+    46068 Benjamin Daish            12
+    46069 James Downer              12
+    46070 Edward Drake              11
+    46071 Alfred Hollis             11
+    46072 Louisa Holliday           12
+    46073 Francis E. Court          11
+    46074 Lily Blackwell             8
+    46075 Florce. Marshall          12
+    46076 Kate Wickens              10
+    46077 ELEANOR CHERITON,
+            Stroud                  14
+    46078 Kate Cheriton             20
+    46079 Mary Cheriton             17
+    46080 Ella M. Trotman           16
+    46081 Caroline Trotman          13
+    46082 Nellie Trotman            12
+    46083 Katie Trotman             19
+    46084 B. M. Trotman             15
+    46085 A. Middleditch            14
+    46086 Frank Dix                 11
+    46087 Herbert Williams          15
+    46088 Flory Barker              13
+    46089 Alice Bignold             10
+    46090 Charlotte Ellery          17
+    46091 Ada Hogg                   6
+    46092 G. P. Steward              8
+    46093 Zoe Hawkins                7
+    46094 Florce. Stephens          12
+    46095 Emily Pockett             13
+    46096 H. M. Dauncey             20
+    46097 Charlie Pearce             8
+    46098 Rosa Pearce               10
+    46099 R. N. Milner              13
+    46100 Alice Milner               9
+    46101 Bessie Milner              6
+    46102 Tom Milner                11
+    46103 Frederick Seal             8
+    46104 Louie Seal                 7
+    46105 Thirza Liddell            16
+    46106 Mary Cresswell            14
+    46107 Maude Bailey              15
+    46108 Adelaide Bailey           14
+    46109 Alfred Hill               14
+    46110 Florence Hill             10
+    46111 Harriett Hill             12
+    46112 Mildred Hill               7
+    46113 Emily Hill                16
+    46114 Caroline Hill             13
+    46115 J. W. Barge               15
+    46116 Frances Barge             20
+    46117 Edith Barge               19
+    46118 Lily Ricketts             12
+    46119 Edgar Ricketts            10
+    46120 E. E. Ricketts            14
+    46121 Fredk. Ricketts           21
+    46122 Minnie Ricketts           17
+    46123 Mary Early                15
+    46124 Walter Harrison           17
+    46125 George Harrison           12
+    46126 Eva Page                  11
+    46127 Emma Field                12
+    46128 Alice Hawker              14
+    ------
+    46129 Blanche Moore             16
+    46130 Benjmn. Danzey            17
+    46131 H. Lansdown               15
+    46132 Albert Smith              14
+    46133 Agnes Clout               18
+    46134 Fanny Osborne             18
+    46135 Janet Rham                17
+    46136 M. Humphrey               18
+    46137 Bertha Geer               20
+    46138 Nellie Cheesman           18
+    46139 Marian Tompsett           16
+    46140 Edith Atkins              17
+    46141 F. Hutchinson             14
+    46142 Lilian Hawkes             16
+    46143 Minnie Gulliver           15
+    46144 James Page                16
+    46145 Amelia Baker              16
+    46146 Louisa Holmes             20
+    46147 Anney Evans               13
+    46148 Richard Reeve              9
+    46149 Sarah R. Reeve            13
+    46150 L. Underwood              20
+    46151 Walter Hawkes             14
+    46152 William South             20
+    46153 Kate Watson               17
+    46154 Alice Hawkes               9
+    46155 George Hawkes             18
+    46156 Emily Rose                19
+    46157 Emma Percivall            18
+    46158 Sarah Davis               17
+    46159 Charles Lightford         18
+    46160 Thomas Ebstob             18
+    46161 Ada Gadd                  15
+    46162 M. Millward               17
+    46163 Elzbth. Paige             16
+    46164 Rosy Burke                20
+    46165 Isabella Glithero         18
+    46166 Elizabeth Carter          15
+    46167 Ada Nicholls              19
+    46168 Nellie Jawles             14
+    46169 Bessie Pervin             15
+    46170 Emily Roberts             16
+    46171 Fanny Gadd                18
+    46172 Laura Clarke              17
+    46173 Lizzie Wilkinson          12
+    46174 E. Weatherstone           16
+    46175 Florce. Wilkinson          9
+    46176 Mary Reeve                16
+    46177 Lizzie Garnham            14
+    46178 John A. Speers            14
+    46179 W. W. KIDSTON,
+            Glasgow                 14
+    46180 Edith Prain               16
+    46181 Thomas Pearcey            11
+    46182 Peter Weir                14
+    46183 Gilbert Ritchie           12
+    46184 Ethel Prain                8
+    46185 Frank Prain               11
+    46186 R. Thomson                14
+    46187 R. A. Thomson             14
+    46188 James Campbell            12
+    46189 D. H. Duncan              12
+    46190 John B. Kidston           16
+    46191 Helen E. Kidston          17
+    46192 I. D. Kidston             18
+    46193 James Kerr                12
+    46194 D. Macdonald              12
+    46195 Alexandra Orr             13
+    46196 William Napier            13
+    46197 Adam Reid                 12
+    46198 H. M. Lean                13
+    46199 Walter Guthrie            11
+    46200 John Turnbull             11
+    46201 G. Hannah                 13
+    46202 James Maltman             11
+    46203 A. McLennan               10
+    46204 Willie Gilchrist          11
+    46205 John Chalmers             11
+    46206 Edwd. Campbell            11
+    46207 Willie Dewar              11
+    46208 John McGowan              11
+    46209 Hugh Tennant              11
+    46210 Geo. Lauchlan             11
+    46211 John A. Hunter            12
+    46212 James Thompson            13
+    46213 James Frame               13
+    46214 Geo. Anderson             11
+    46215 John Holliday             14
+    46216 William Smith             13
+    46217 James Nicol               13
+    46218 James H. Davie            11
+    46219 Wm. Torrance              10
+    46220 M. H. Fleming             13
+    46221 Charles Chalmers          13
+    46222 James Wilson              14
+    46223 David Gray                13
+    46224 John Dickie               14
+    46225 Wm. G. Christian          13
+    46226 O. Pattenhausen           13
+    46227 Wm. Jamieson              13
+    46228 J. D. Gellaitry           10
+    46229 Millie Prain              12
+    46230 CHARLES W.
+            COUCH, Devonport        18
+    46231 Bessie Hamley             11
+    46232 Chas. Mugridge            11
+    46233 Chas. Bowning             15
+    46234 Emily Poor                12
+    46235 Jessie Poor                8
+    46236 Kate Whitfield            13
+    46237 Jessie Whitfield          10
+    46238 B. J. Locke               16
+    46239 George Yandell             9
+    46240 Alfred Callaway           17
+    46241 Emily Morgan              13
+    46242 Charles E. Craig          17
+    46243 Blanch Couch              16
+    46244 Annie Hellyer             15
+    46245 Mary Dyer                 12
+    46246 Emily Hellyer             17
+    46247 Wm. D. L. Roue            12
+    46248 Richard Harris            16
+    46249 H. Marshall               16
+    46250 William G. Hall           16
+    46251 Rose Couch                12
+    46252 Alfred Mugridge            7
+    46253 James Couch               20
+    46254 Eda Moxey                 12
+    46255 Alfred Chapman            14
+    46256 Lucy Routcliffe           13
+    46257 Hy. J. Richards           15
+    46258 Polly Dolphin             10
+    46259 Lily Couch                10
+    46260 Wm R. Rees                 9
+    46261 Ernest Yandell            10
+    46262 Edward J. Welsh           12
+    46263 Charles Evans             14
+    46264 Henry Chapman             17
+    46265 Walter Rees               11
+    46266 Willy Bickford            12
+    46267 Richard Warn               9
+    46268 Wm. C. Simmons            20
+    46269 William Andrews           16
+    46270 Stephn. H. Tozer          15
+    46271 Alfred Jenkins            15
+    46272 Alfred Winn               17
+    46273 R. Roseman                 8
+    46274 Ada Rickford              10
+    46275 Geo. J. Budge             11
+    46276 Charles Mallett           12
+    46277 Frederick Giles           10
+    46278 W. Blofield               15
+    46279 Henry Freethy             18
+    46280 Jane Hellyer              11
+    46281 ELLEN C. BUTTERS,
+            New
+            Cross                   13
+    46282 Minnie Burney              7
+    46283 Rosa East                 11
+    46284 Kate Townsend             12
+    46285 Nellie Grimston            9
+    46286 Maud A. King              12
+    46287 Ruth Cleathers            13
+    46288 Eleanor Clark             12
+    46289 H. Cannadine              12
+    46290 M. M. Armitage            12
+    46291 Emily Stanton             10
+    46292 Emma Rodnell              11
+    46293 Selina Osborn             12
+    46294 Catherine Mills           10
+    46295 Ethel O'Donnell           11
+    46296 Eliza Palgrave            11
+    46297 Lydia Millington          11
+    46298 A. M. B. Hubbard          12
+    46299 Ellen Langley             11
+    46300 Emma Harber               10
+    46301 Susan Stanton             12
+    46302 Isabel Murrell            12
+    46303 Phoebe E. Jones           13
+    46304 Florence Sims             12
+    46305 F. Cannadine              11
+    46306 Alice M. Pulling          10
+    46307 Ada F. Boness             10
+    46308 Alice E. Palmer           12
+    46309 Alice Raymond             11
+    46310 Laura Dodd                10
+    46311 Eva Vale                  12
+    46312 Minnie Wallace            11
+    46313 M. A. Aldridge            11
+    46314 Louisa Greenner            7
+    46315 Amy Crowther              11
+    46316 Emma Osborn               10
+    46317 Theresa Porter            11
+    46318 A. M. Wakeling            11
+    46319 Isabel S. Sharp           11
+    46320 Margaret Bassam           12
+    46321 Mary Cannadine            10
+    46322 Ada Sewell                10
+    46323 Alice Binsted             11
+    46324 Hetty Kimber              13
+    46325 Bessie Tullett            12
+    46326 Ida C. Vale               10
+    46327 Lizzie Rowland            10
+    46328 Ada Young                 14
+    46329 E. J. Millgate            11
+    46330 Lillian Taylor            12
+    46331 Emily Harner              11
+    46332 ALFRED CROWHURST,
+            Islington               12
+    46333 John Offer                14
+    46334 James Toynton             14
+    46335 Willie Morris             13
+    46336 C. W. Elborne             10
+    46337 Francis Frayer            11
+    46338 Walter Mansfield          13
+    46339 Jeanie Brown              15
+    46340 Nellie Brown              13
+    46341 Jamie Brown                8
+    46342 Maggie Brown              17
+    46343 F. Crossingham             8
+    46344 Edward Blower             11
+    46345 Harry Morton              12
+    46346 Robert Finlay             14
+    46347 Will Roberts              13
+    46348 Alfred Johnson             7
+    46349 Fredk. G. Gooch           12
+    46350 C. M. Stephens            11
+    46351 Edith Lance               13
+    46352 F. A. S. Harris           11
+    46353 Fanny Watt                16
+    46354 F. Crowhurst              18
+    46355 Arthur Chapman            11
+    46356 H. A. Kitchener           16
+    46357 Emily Boult                8
+    46358 Clara Kubler              13
+    46359 E. J. Baker               12
+    46360 Arthur Blake              12
+    46361 Frank Watt                 9
+    46362 Sydney Sullens            11
+    46363 L. Crowhurst              19
+    46364 Robert J. Johnson          6
+    46365 Charles H. Pull            8
+    46366 Frank Warrell              9
+    46367 Fredk. J. Modell          13
+    46368 Frank Cross               13
+    46369 Edith Bulson               8
+    46370 Lillian Lance              7
+    46371 Lily Hunt                 12
+    46372 Charlotte Bulson          11
+    46373 Charles Copeland          17
+    46374 Charles Walters           13
+    46375 Geo. Browhurst            10
+    46376 E. Irwin                  12
+    46377 Victor Farley             12
+    46378 Charles Watt              11
+    46379 John Porter               12
+    46380 Sidney Jordan             11
+    46381 I. Cuthbertson             8
+    46382 Harry Westcott            14
+    46383 Mary Bryant               11
+    46384 M. McMillan               14
+    46385 H. L. OSBORNE,
+            Ashborne                11
+    46386 Clara Hood                11
+    46387 H. E. Hood                15
+    46388 Eva Eyre                  11
+    46389 Ethel Slater               6
+    46390 C. T. Reeve                8
+    46391 Alice M. Smith            10
+    46392 Mary M. Kerry             11
+    46393 Margrt. Osborne            6
+    46394 Mary E. Osborne            8
+    46395 Ada Barnes                 9
+    46396 Tom Barnes                 8
+    46397 F. J. Howell              10
+    46398 L. A. Richardson          15
+    46399 J. G. Swinscoe             8
+    46400 Mary Buxton               14
+    46401 Emma Buxton               10
+    46402 Thos. E. Buxton           15
+    46403 Agnes Buxton               9
+    46404 Minnie Sowter             13
+    46405 F. E. Osborne              7
+    46406 F. J Osborne              10
+    46407 Antill Osborne             5
+    46408 Lillian Turner            11
+    46409 S. J. Middleton           20
+    46410 Sarah A. Burton           11
+    46411 John W. Twigge            14
+    46412 E. V. Higgins             14
+    46413 Jane Morley               18
+    46414 Adelaide Doxey            10
+    46415 John Doxey                 9
+    46416 E. A. Davies              12
+    46417 J. T. Parker               7
+    46418 G. Twigge                 10
+    46419 C. E. Smith                7
+    46420 Frank Smith               16
+    46421 Joseph Holmes             14
+    46422 Alice M. Clifford         12
+    46423 H. F. Clifford            10
+    46424 Thos. H. Clifford          7
+    46425 Marian Clifford            6
+    46426 Esther Barron              6
+    46427 Louise Wall               11
+    46428 Fredk. T. Lewis            7
+    46429 Mary Lewis                 5
+    46430 F. M. Homer               14
+    46431 Gertrude Homer            19
+    46432 Florce. E. Homer          16
+    46433 Nellie Bannister          16
+    46434 F. E. Bannister            5
+    46435 E. H. Bannister           14
+    46436 Wm. Bannister             13
+    46437 Harry Bannister           11
+    46438 C. O. Bannister            7
+    46439 S. E. Bannister           18
+    ------
+    46440 Frank Grigg               10
+    46441 William Gall               7
+    46442 Maggie Martin             11
+    46443 John Martin                9
+    46444 L. H. Langlands            9
+    46445 Gretta Rahilly            11
+    46446 Ethel Hollis              17
+    46447 Alice M. Allen            15
+    46448 C. M. Allen               12
+    46449 Reginald Foster            7
+    46450 Mabel Foster               8
+    46451 ALICE WEBB,
+            Bow                     14
+    46452 Minnie Cross              11
+    46453 Amy Pounds                14
+    46454 Ellen A. Kelly            10
+    46455 B. E. Learmond             9
+    46456 Mina L. Cole              12
+    46457 A. Whitehead              12
+    46458 Alfred E. Hicks           13
+    46459 Rose May                  13
+    46460 Florce. E. Halls          13
+    46461 Edith Harmer              13
+    46462 Florce. M. Creed          13
+    46463 Alice M. Priddle          14
+    46464 Julia R. Kaines           14
+    46465 Jessie Steele             14
+    46466 M. A. Halcrow             19
+    46467 Florence Howard           14
+    46468 E. L. Halcrow             15
+    46469 Harry Wickett             15
+    46470 Eliza A. Tovey            16
+    46471 Archibald Webb            18
+    46472 Elzbth. J. Bazelt          9
+    46473 Alice L. Gibbs            12
+    46474 Matha Walter              13
+    46475 Alice Hallett             10
+    46476 A. G. Armstrong           16
+    46477 Annie C. Howard            7
+    46478 Catherine Webb             8
+    46479 Bertram Harmer             8
+    46480 E. A. Kingston            12
+    46481 George Lindsay            10
+    46482 E. A. Collyer             10
+    46483 D. G. Phillips            10
+    46484 Julia Suxworth            10
+    46485 D. E. F. Webb             16
+    46486 Alfred Tovey               7
+    46487 E. F. Kingston             9
+    46488 Florence M. Gill          10
+    46489 Wm. G. Harmer             11
+    46490 Edith H Webb              14
+    46491 E. B. Aldridge             9
+    46492 Albert Tovey               9
+    46493 J. Danzelmann             10
+    46494 Minnie J. Steele          12
+    46495 Emma L. West              11
+    46496 G. E. Wynne               12
+    46497 Mary Hammond              11
+    46498 A. C. L. Weller           11
+    46499 Louisa Scott              11
+    46500 Edith S. Potter           11
+    46501 Arthur Lester             11
+    ------
+    46502 Edith Harwood             14
+    46503 Lydia M. Britten          13
+    46504 Florence Hepper            9
+    46505 Ellen Buckley             18
+    46506 Isabella Ouless           12
+    46507 Heloise Pritchard          8
+    46508 Beatrice Preston          10
+    46509 Harry C. Nott             11
+    46510 Elsie Nott                 6
+    46511 Maud Nott                  8
+    46512 Marion Nott               10
+    46513 Nellie Peploe             11
+    46514 Wm. Jennings              12
+    46515 Rosy Jennings              7
+    46516 Isabella Jennings         10
+    46517 Elizabeth Adams           11
+    46518 Emily Adams                8
+    46519 Gertrude Beckett          12
+    46520 M. A. Carroll             15
+    46521 FLORENCE M.
+            BAYLIS, Victoria
+            Pk., Lndn.              11
+    46522 Jeanie McFee              10
+    46523 Alfred McFee              12
+    46524 Eliza Wilkinson           15
+    46525 Helen S. Pickford         13
+    46526 John Letch                17
+    46527 Ada Louger                15
+    46528 Walter Payne              13
+    46529 Maud Blane                14
+    46530 Stanley Baylis             4
+    46531 L. M. Godfrey             11
+    46532 Nellie Kniep              12
+    46533 Edith F. Clayton          11
+    46534 E. L. Willmott            11
+    46535 Mary E. Young             10
+    46536 E. C. A. Wegner           13
+    46537 Maud A. Heath             13
+    46538 Amy Tyler                 13
+    46539 C. Wegner                 16
+    46540 Wm. T. Rogers             19
+    46541 Florrie Rogers            12
+    46542 Edward Rogers             15
+    46543 Amy Rogers                17
+    46544 Eva Davis                 14
+    46545 Agnes Davis               15
+    46546 Hilda M. Dott             11
+    46547 Elizabeth Dott             9
+    46548 B. Freeman                 9
+    46549 Harold Freeman            13
+    46550 Florence Dabbs            16
+    46551 Alice Dabbs               14
+    46552 E. C. Boughen             12
+    46553 Alfred Davis               8
+    46554 Freddy Davis              10
+    46555 Ada Davis                  6
+    46556 Florence Davis            13
+    46557 Emily Davis               12
+    46558 Edith Dyer                13
+    46559 Fredk. J. Dyer            18
+    46560 Lucy Blenman              17
+    46561 J. L. Blenman             12
+    46562 Ernest Blenman             8
+    46563 Harriet Cockrill          19
+    46564 Kate Cass                 14
+    46565 Emily Collins             11
+    46566 Lina Cass                 12
+    46567 Teresa Collins            13
+    46568 Daisy E. Willmott          9
+    46569 Margt. R. Hanna           16
+    46570 Alice Sanders             16
+    46571 J. Bartholomew            14
+    ------
+    46572 Helen M. Sharpe            8
+    46573 Mamie de Messing          10
+    46574 H. L. Thomas               8
+    46575 C. F. Mulliken            10
+    46576 T. S. Thomas               9
+    46577 C. E. Jobling             11
+    46578 Charles A. Wills           9
+    46579 John Wills                11
+    46580 EDITH SEWARD,
+            Poplar                  13
+    46581 Katharine Jones           10
+    46582 M. G. Bundock             10
+    46583 Ellen E. LeGall           12
+    46584 Ada C. Finnis             12
+    46585 Julia Sutton              13
+    46586 Ellen Silvester           11
+    46587 Lily Bundock               6
+    46588 Aurelie Vaillant          11
+    46589 Lucy Styles               12
+    46590 Theresa Wells             10
+    46591 F. E. M. Dobson           10
+    46592 A. G. Elston              11
+    46593 E. A. Smith               11
+    46594 Violet A. Wheeler         12
+    46595 Jenny Gibb                11
+    46596 E. A. Wallworth           12
+    46597 Eleanor Nowell             8
+    46598 Mary J. Nowell            10
+    46599 Amy Terry                 13
+    46600 Isabella Nowell           12
+    46601 Eliza Macland             12
+    46602 Mary Townsend             19
+    46603 Jane Catlin               19
+    46604 H. E. Jacobs              19
+    46605 Ellen Buckley             18
+    46606 Margt. Moore              17
+    46607 Clare E. Coombs           18
+    46608 Margaret Martin           18
+    46609 Ellen Christmas           18
+    46610 Nellie Toomey             19
+    46611 Ellen Chouchman           18
+    46612 John Craddock             12
+    46613 A. Steward                16
+    46614 A. P. McLean               4
+    46615 Wm. J. Smith              14
+    46616 Henry E. New              15
+    46617 W. le Gall                 9
+    46618 Alfred Smith               9
+    46619 W. E. McLean               7
+    46620 Joseph Styles              8
+    46621 William Durling            9
+    46622 Sidney Rowe                7
+    46623 Herbert Rowe              12
+    46624 Wm. H. Seward             18
+    46625 Arthur Ellis              11
+    46626 Wm. Macland               10
+    46627 Sidney Macland             8
+    46628 William Norwell           17
+    46629 Louisa Macland            14
+    46630 P. A. Seward               8
+    46631 Hannah Warwick            13
+    ------
+    46632 Maggie Wiper              13
+    46633 H. Benington              10
+    46634 A. E. Hollis               9
+    46635 Bertha Hollis             12
+    46636 Ibrahim Naame             14
+    46637 E. M. Studdy              14
+    46638 A. G. E. Studdy           12
+    46639 A. T. Bonham               8
+    46640 E. A. Bonham              17
+    46641 CLARA H POOLE,
+            Cheltenham              13
+    46642 Annie M. Potter           11
+    46643 Lucy Tippetts              9
+    46644 E. C. Osborne             13
+    46645 Mary J. Slader            19
+    46646 Rosa E. Mason             10
+    46647 John Guy                   8
+    46648 M. H. Letheren             7
+    46649 Sophie Baugham            11
+    46650 Maria Tippetts            11
+    46651 Thos. C. Guy               9
+    46652 Amy S. Slader             15
+    46653 Mary A. Shill              9
+    46654 L. K. Holliday            12
+    46655 E. H. Letheren            16
+    46656 Anne Tippetts              8
+    46657 M. M. Morland              6
+    46658 H. E. Giles               10
+    46659 Annie Whitfield           16
+    46660 Florce. Robinson          14
+    46661 Rose G. Tinker            13
+    46662 Charles W. Tyler           9
+    46663 Isabella E. Giles         10
+    46664 Freddy A. Pratt            9
+    46665 Laura E. Hunt              9
+    46666 Ellen Swinscoe            15
+    46667 Edwd. Swinscoe            11
+    46668 L. M. E. Mitchell         11
+    46669 A. L. Holliday            10
+    46670 A. E. Robins              11
+    46671 Amy Harboure              10
+    46672 Charles E. Slader          7
+    46673 Maggie Dix                 9
+    46674 F. B. Slatter             10
+    46675 John R. Tyler             10
+    46676 Lizzie Weaver             12
+    46677 Ellen E. Tyler            12
+    46678 F. M. Freeman             11
+    46679 Stanley A. Hunt           10
+    46680 Harriett E. Hunt           8
+    46681 Sarah J. Guise            16
+    46682 Agnes E. Slader           10
+    46683 Dannie Kelliher            9
+    46684 Annie Smith               12
+    46685 John S. Letheren          10
+    46686 Caleb H. Slader           17
+    46687 George H. Hunt            12
+    46688 Annie L. Deane            14
+    46689 T. H. Giles               16
+    46690 E. G. F. Poole             7
+    46691 Fanny Minett              16
+    46692 Alice Reed                16
+    46693 R. H. Langstone           13
+    46694 Nellie Slade              12
+    46695 Kate E. Deane             12
+    46696 H. A. Pritchard           10
+    46697 ADA WOOLLEY,
+            Westminster             14
+    46698 Sarah Fielder             16
+    46699 Emily Smith                8
+    46700 Edith Guillim             14
+    46701 Beatrice Warren           13
+    46702 Florence Turner           12
+    46703 Lily Weeks                 9
+    46704 L. E. Demone               9
+    46705 Mariam John               13
+    46706 Mary Lukins               11
+    46707 Mary Bowen                11
+    46708 Alice Smith               13
+    46709 Edmund Leech               6
+    46710 Rebecca Bolton            12
+    46711 B. L. Jones               13
+    46712 Honor Bolton              11
+    46713 Julia Douglas             19
+    46714 Charles Hill              10
+    46715 Miriam Cade               13
+    46716 Hannah Weeks              12
+    46717 Edith Russell              9
+    46718 Clara Russell             14
+    46719 Julia Weeks               14
+    46720 A. M. Banks               12
+    46721 John Weeks                16
+    46722 Sarah Topham               8
+    46723 Annie Button               8
+    46724 Ada Biffen                12
+    46725 Alice Wiffen              17
+    46726 Lizzie McCullock          10
+    46727 Lilly Wiffen              19
+    46728 Rosa Collins              14
+    46729 Louisa Austin             14
+    46730 Clara Banks                8
+    46731 Lula M. Wilson             8
+    46732 Alice Davis                7
+    46733 A. Norridge               12
+    46734 C. Carwood                16
+    46735 William Hill               8
+    46736 Ethel Russell              7
+    46737 A. Blofield               14
+    46738 James H. Wilson            9
+    46739 F. H. Woolley             14
+    46740 Frank Bedford             19
+    46741 Alice Lucas               12
+    46742 Edith Davis               12
+    46743 Alice Lohmann             15
+    46744 F. E. Picking             13
+    46745 Sarah Carwood             14
+    46746 A. Hockney                14
+    46747 Elzbth. Fielder           17
+    46748 F. L. Russell             12
+    46749 Clara Lillifant           13
+    ------
+    46750 Edith Baker               15
+    46751 Ada M. Leach              15
+    46752 M. J. Creagh              14
+    46753 Laura Gillatt              9
+    46754 Edwin P. Page             13
+    46755 Sarah Boughen             19
+    46756 Alice E. Boyton           14
+    46757 Louisa Hyde               12
+    46758 Hilda V. Bayly            11
+    46759 Charles J Brans           12
+    46760 Rosa Mitchell             16
+    46761 William Pruden            11
+    46762 Henry T. Mullord          11
+    46763 William Jennings          12
+    46764 Rosa Jennings              7
+    46765 F. STEINLE, Gt.
+            Chapel St., Ldn.        13
+    46766 Phillip Limback           16
+    46767 Henry Filgate             12
+    46768 Mary Maddick              10
+    46769 Ettie How                  9
+    46770 Nellie Pierson            12
+    46771 Helen Scotcher            12
+    46772 Julia Robinson            11
+    46773 F. Nightingale            10
+    46774 Fredk. Limback             9
+    46775 Charles Green             11
+    46776 George Clements           11
+    46777 Phillip Raphael           12
+    46778 Fredk. Finbow              8
+    46779 Christian Steinle         16
+    46780 Frank Randall             13
+    46781 Albert Steinle             8
+    46782 Herbert Puttock           12
+    46783 William Steinle            5
+    46784 George Steinle            14
+    46785 James Roe                 13
+    46786 Walter Bull               11
+    46787 John Akers                 8
+    46788 Ethel Budd                10
+    46789 Edith Williams             9
+    46790 Robert Harrison           13
+    46791 Frederick Fuller          12
+    46792 Kate Roe                   9
+    46793 Charles Cameron           12
+    46794 Wm. Cameron               10
+    46795 Lillian Brown              9
+    46796 William Walker            11
+    46797 Abraham Harris            12
+    46798 Joseph Roe                13
+    46799 Rose Billett               9
+    46800 A. Steinle                 6
+    46801 Lindsay Ash               12
+    46802 Louise Roe                11
+    46803 Mary Steinle              18
+    46804 Arthur G. Bull            12
+    46805 Willie Finbow              7
+    46806 Edward Moore              11
+    46807 Fray Blewer                8
+    46808 George Limback            12
+    46809 Emily Willomatt           10
+    46810 Chas. Kilminster          12
+    46811 Frank Collins             12
+    46812 Roley Harris              10
+    46813 William Dones             14
+    46814 Henry Green               12
+    46815 Rose Steinle              11
+    46816 Willie Randall            10
+    46817 CARRIE G. REES,
+            Oswestry                14
+    46818 Arthur Thomas             15
+    46819 Walter M. Shaw             5
+    46820 C. A. Humphreys            4
+    46821 M. H. Humphreys            7
+    46822 Isabel Turner             14
+    46823 Alice A. Evans            12
+    46824 Amy Scotcher              13
+    46825 M. E. Garner              13
+    46826 Lilian Turner             11
+    46827 Jessie F. Hughes          10
+    46828 Norrie Thomas             10
+    46829 John Thomas               13
+    46830 Mary A. Thomas             8
+    46831 M. J. Thomas               9
+    46832 C. Thomas                  7
+    46833 E. H. Pryce               11
+    46834 Margrt. E. Pryce           9
+    46835 Thos. H. Pryce            15
+    46836 R. Williams                7
+    46837 Edith Williams             8
+    46838 Kate I. Pryce              6
+    46839 Samuel H. Pryce           10
+    46840 Mary E. Pryce              7
+    46841 Jessie M. Jones           10
+    46842 Nora Jones                 7
+    46843 Annie Jenkins             15
+    46844 George Jenkins            12
+    46845 Kate Jenkins               7
+    46846 Jessie Jenkins            10
+    46847 Pollie Jones              11
+    46848 Emily Jones                8
+    46849 Annie Jones               12
+    46850 Annie E. Price            14
+    46851 Wm. H. Turner              7
+    46852 Dora Turner               16
+    46853 Hannah Evans              14
+    46854 Kate Thomas               18
+    46855 M. L. Tilsley             12
+    46856 Emma E. Tilsley           15
+    46857 May Davies                 9
+    46858 Emily S. Davies           15
+    46859 Alfred P. Chivers          7
+    46860 A. O. Chivers             13
+    46861 Ethel A. Chivers          12
+    46862 Ernest C. Chivers          9
+    46863 H. B. Chivers              6
+    46864 Hilda Chivers              5
+    46865 Maud Griffiths            11
+    46866 Melville McKie            18
+    46867 Fanny McKie               14
+    46868 Mary E. Byron             15
+    46869 Sarah J. Byron            17
+    46870 J. R. Pomarede            15
+    46871 INA McNEILL,
+            Belfast                 14
+    46872 Haidee Robb               13
+    46873 E. McDowell               16
+    46874 Annie Vance               14
+    46875 Lizzie Tipping            18
+    46876 Sara Corbitt              16
+    46877 H. D. Ruddell             17
+    46878 F. Thornton               17
+    46879 E. A. Corbitt             18
+    46880 J. A. Haslett             14
+    46881 Ethel Maxwell             17
+    46882 Annie Elliott             15
+    46883 Mary A. Ruddell           17
+    46884 Agnes Reid                18
+    46885 K. D. Blakely             18
+    46886 Lizzie Harput             11
+    46887 Mary Harrison             18
+    46888 A. L. D. Russell          15
+    46889 Sophie Robb               15
+    46890 Maude Black               16
+    46891 Annie R. Taylor           13
+    46892 Annie Shelton             15
+    46893 Maggie Hanna              15
+    46894 Maud Niven                15
+    46895 David Taylor               9
+    46896 Mary Stewart              15
+    46897 J. E. McAskie             14
+    46898 Lizzie Kelly              14
+    46899 R. McCracken.             13
+    46900 Sarah Harpur              15
+    46901 Edith Clarke              16
+    46902 G. Gimshaw                16
+    46903 Lizzie Burden             13
+    46904 Anna Morton               14
+    46905 E. L. Buchanan            14
+    46906 Mary M. Cromie            14
+    46907 Freda Martin              15
+    46908 M. B. Burden              15
+    46909 Maggie Fisher             15
+    46910 Kathleen Stewart          16
+    46911 Etta Thompson             16
+    46912 Georgina Purdon           15
+    46913 Lizzie Purdon             16
+    46914 Susan Byers               15
+    46915 Olga Loewenthal           13
+    46916 Fairie Morgan             16
+    46917 Carrie G. Ward            18
+    46918 Mary Heron                14
+    46919 Florence Gordon           14
+    46920 Frances Naylor            17
+    46921 Chattie Taylor            16
+    46922 A. CROSSMAN,
+            Bow                     13
+    46923 M. A. Williams            13
+    46924 Eliza E. West             15
+    46925 Florce. Davidson          12
+    46926 Fredk. Drayson             9
+    46927 C. Chatterton             13
+    46928 Charles Drayson            7
+    46929 Alice A. Smith            11
+    46930 Emily Reid                13
+    46931 Lamisa J. Jones           15
+    46932 Ada R. Nevill             13
+    46933 George Nevill              9
+    46934 C. Newton                 11
+    46935 C. Newman                 17
+    46936 William Jones             13
+    46937 Emily J. Jones            11
+    46938 Mary Barnard              12
+    46939 Florce. Constable          8
+    46940 Edith Sortwell             8
+    46941 Mary A. Gillen             8
+    46942 A. W. Sydenham             9
+    46943 Kate Adams                12
+    46944 K. H. Wimshurst           12
+    46945 Charlotte Robbie          11
+    46946 M. L. Manchee             13
+    46947 Rose Cooper               14
+    46948 E. Danzelman               8
+    46949 Sarah Skuse               21
+    46950 Olive Philbrick           14
+    46951 Elizabeth Fay             14
+    46952 Annie Howlett              9
+    46953 Alice Hodges              14
+    46954 Caroline Green            14
+    46955 Alice Rushbrook           12
+    46956 Kate Finch                16
+    46957 Eleanor Harris            12
+    46958 Florence Harris           16
+    46959 Julia R. Kaines           12
+    46960 Alice Winhall              8
+    46961 Albert Lane               11
+    46962 Martha Watson             13
+    46963 Jane Smith                 9
+    46964 F. Rudderham              13
+    46965 Anne Cearns               13
+    46966 F. McKindley              13
+    46967 James W. Cearns            7
+    46968 Louisa A. Cearns           9
+    46969 Emma Taylor               15
+    46970 Edith Cearns              15
+    46971 Matilda Ford              11
+    46972 Edith Green               15
+    ------
+    46973 C. F. Truman              19
+    46974 Ellen Ward                12
+    46975 C. E. Partington          15
+    46976 E. A. Partington          11
+    46977 Lucy Taylor               12
+    46978 Geo F. Taylor              9
+    46979 J. A. Truman              14
+    46980 Edith M. Truman            8
+    46981 Lizzie Truman             12
+    46982 E. M. Truman              14
+    46983 Jessie G. Truman          10
+    46984 Fredk. Guy                14
+    46985 Grace I. Truman           11
+    46986 Josph. W. Baxter          16
+    46987 E. M. Asquith              9
+    46988 Florrie Spencer           14
+    46989 Alice Spencer             12
+    46990 Edith Spencer             10
+    46991 E. W. Shakespear          12
+    46992 E. M. Shakespear          14
+    46993 E. W. Warman              12
+    46994 Harry Hawkins             10
+    46995 Herbert Hawkins            8
+    46996 ELIZABETH PERKINS,
+            Bow                     13
+    46997 Albert Mackrow            12
+    46998 Rosa Felgate               8
+    46999 George Stannard           16
+    47000 John Rushbrook             9
+    47001 Annie Palmer              16
+    47002 Lillian Shelton           11
+    47003 Helen Roberts             14
+    47004 Henry Fullick             11
+    47005 Rebecca Fullick           10
+    47006 Sarah Stapleton           12
+    47007 F. C. Stedman             10
+    47008 John Morgan               14
+    47009 William Palmer            14
+    47010 Lillian Macland            9
+    47011 Harry Roberts              9
+    47012 Clara A. Gibbs            12
+    47013 William Roberts           11
+    47014 Helen Hyam                 9
+    47015 David Dickerson            9
+    47016 Hannah Maskell            12
+    47017 Wm. Stapleton             10
+    47018 Minnie Valantine           6
+    47019 Francis Maskell           17
+    47020 Louisa Dennis             14
+    47021 Margaret Irven            13
+    47022 Elizabeth Silva           14
+    47023 Jane Sayers               11
+    47024 Emily Sexton              15
+    47025 Clara Dickerson           13
+    47026 Florence Sayers           13
+    47027 F. Dickerson              11
+    47028 Emily Stapleton           14
+    47029 Clara A. Brooks            8
+    47030 Mary A. Ellis             14
+    47031 Mary A. Jones             14
+    47032 Mary A. Forrow            12
+    47033 Maria E. Ray              11
+    47034 Alice L. Howard           12
+    47035 Ellen R. Adams            11
+    47036 Charlotte Brooks          12
+    47037 Elizabeth Hulme           10
+    47038 Minnie Mackland           12
+    47039 Mary Rushbrook            12
+    47040 Alice Stannard            14
+    47041 Lillie Palmer             12
+    47042 Ellen Barrett             14
+    47043 Annie Silva               15
+    47044 Annie Palmer              16
+    47045 George Roberts            15
+    ------
+    47046 E. H. Davey               14
+    47047 Gertrde. Waldron          17
+    47048 Eliz. A. Clements         17
+    47049 D. A. Harrison            15
+    47050 Ethel K. Swan             15
+    47051 Margt. A. Yates           15
+    47052 Amy F. Swan               16
+    47053 Mary J. Bold              11
+    47054 Elizabeth Crowe            9
+    47055 Matilda Crowe             12
+    47056 Grace G. Parry            14
+    47057 EDITH H. WEBB,
+                    Bow             13
+    47058 Agnes L. Allum            19
+    47059 Louisa G. Winter          18
+    47060 Alice M. Davis            15
+    47061 E. S. Ashdown             15
+    47062 Annie Hearsey             14
+    47063 Sarah Broom               14
+    47064 Ada V. Jones              14
+    47065 Ada Ferguson              14
+    47066 Eliza Finnis              13
+    47067 W. H. Armstrong           14
+    47068 Mary M. Davis             12
+    47069 M. F. Ferguson            12
+    47070 E. S. Coomber             12
+    47071 Lydia A. Smith            12
+    47072 F. C. Ballard             12
+    47073 M. F. Creighton           12
+    47074 Isabella Tomling          12
+    47075 Ada Keable                12
+    47076 F. M. Davidson            12
+    47077 A. E. Browning            11
+    47078 M. L. Keable              11
+    47079 Ada Rohwetter             11
+    47080 H. E. Ashdown             11
+    47081 Jenny Anthony             11
+    47082 Elizbth. Cluney           10
+    47083 Mabel Miller              10
+    47084 Janet Munn                10
+    47085 Lilian E. Wood            10
+    47086 Elizbth. L. Woolf         10
+    47087 A. S. K. Dobson           10
+    47088 Harriett Odonko           10
+    47089 Ada Mayne                 10
+    47090 Alice M. Lovett           10
+    47091 Alice Mackelcken          10
+    47092 A. L. Nigthingale         10
+    47093 R. M. Winter              10
+    47094 F. M. Hammond             10
+    47095 A. E. Denham               9
+    47096 F. L. Parnell              9
+    47097 E. M. Davis               10
+    47098 Minnie Ashdown             9
+    47099 R. M. Winter               9
+    47100 A. M. Wakeham              9
+    47101 Arthur Cross               9
+    47102 Arthur Blaker              9
+    47103 L. B. Wakeham              8
+    47104 M. Hammond                 8
+    47105 Alice E. R. Burn           8
+    47106 L. M. Ferguson             7
+    47107 E. A. Kaines               7
+    47108 M. A. Kaines               6
+    ------
+    47109 Emily C. Allen            10
+    47110 Ada L. Freir              14
+    47111 Herbert J. Jeffery         9
+    47112 F. J. C. Jeffery           7
+    47113 Fredk. J. Symes           12
+    47114 JANE REID,
+            Rothesay                19
+    47115 McNeill Duncan            16
+    47116 Annie B. Cook             20
+    47117 Jeannie Gow               16
+    47118 James R. Gow              14
+    47119 Maggie Lowson             14
+    47120 Beatrice Lowson            7
+    47121 Lizzie Lowson              9
+    47122 Wm. McCullock             10
+    47123 A. Colville               11
+    47124 James Colville             4
+    47125 Jane Ludlow                8
+    47126 Elizbth. Ludlow            7
+    47127 Hy. H. Thomson            10
+    47128 Gordon Thomson             9
+    47129 A. C. Thomson             11
+    47130 Grace C. Thom             20
+    47131 Isabella Black            16
+    47132 Bella Macloy              11
+    47133 W. MacClilland            16
+    47134 E. R. Macdonald           19
+    47135 H. McDonald               20
+    47136 John G. Palmer            10
+    47137 Sarah B. Stewart          12
+    47138 Thomas Stewart            10
+    47139 Arthur Brash               5
+    47140 Harris Brash               7
+    47141 M. Brash                  10
+    47142 Frank Brash               12
+    47143 Gregor T. Brash           14
+    47144 Sarah Lindsay             14
+    47145 M. B. Furguson            15
+    47146 Hannah Duncan             15
+    47147 Mary Worling              16
+    47148 Helen Murray              12
+    47149 A. M. Murray              10
+    47150 J. A. L. Murray            6
+    47151 A. Murray                  6
+    47152 Andrew Murray              9
+    47153 E. C. Rankin              17
+    47154 C. M. Rankin              20
+    47155 Pryce Rankin              19
+    47156 Maud Porter               12
+    47157 A. M. Barrowman            7
+    47158 W. R. Barrowman            8
+    47159 T. Barrowman              12
+    47160 M. Barrowman              16
+    47161 M. Barrowman              10
+    47162 J. M. Barrowman           18
+    47163 Mary B. Blair             13
+    47164 Elizabeth Phillp          13
+    ------
+    47165 E. B. Watmouth            13
+    47166 W. Watmouth               11
+    47167 H. E. Warwick             13
+    47168 Alfred E. Curtis           7
+    47169 Kate M. Curtis            14
+    47170 Jessie Curtis             10
+    47171 Edgar H. Curtis           12
+    47172 G. H. ORLEBAR,
+            Clapton                 12
+    47173 S. C. Akehurst            13
+    47174 Anne M. Bailey            19
+    47175 Thos. A. Baynes           13
+    47176 Elizabeth Bush            11
+    47177 Arthur E. Coates          12
+    47178 Fanny Cox                 11
+    47179 Fredk. C. Dove            12
+    47180 James N. Dove:            10
+    47181 T. S. Edridge             11
+    47182 Chas. Emerson             16
+    47183 C. G. Fishlock            12
+    47184 A. J. Freshwater          11
+    47185 Henry Frost               12
+    47186 M. R. Griffith            11
+    47187 Alice Hall                10
+    47188 Fanny A. Hall             12
+    47189 E. H. Hillworth           16
+    47190 M. E. Hillworth           11
+    47191 Susan Hughes              13
+    47192 Emma Hull                 17
+    47193 Fanny Hull                13
+    47194 Alfred J. Hunt            12
+    47195 A. T. Ireland             11
+    47196 A. J. Jamieson            14
+    47197 H. G. Jamieson            11
+    47198 Charles J. King           12
+    47199 John A. Law               13
+    47200 R. J. Messenger           15
+    47201 Ada E. Moore              13
+    47202 Chas. M. Morris           11
+    47203 Chas. M. Mynott           12
+    47204 E. P. Newberry            12
+    47205 Emily J. Orlebar          16
+    47206 Wm. G. H. Paull           12
+    47207 Arthur T. Pike            13
+    47208 Arthur G. Pipe            11
+    47209 Wm. C. Potter             12
+    47210 William Radley            13
+    47211 C. J. Rainbow              9
+    47212 Jessie Rainbow             7
+    47213 William J. Rous           12
+    47214 Wm. H. Sanders            10
+    47215 Richard T. Scott          12
+    47216 Arthur H. Sibley          14
+    47217 Joseph Sleap              12
+    47218 A. L. Stevenson           11
+    47219 Fredk. W. Upson           12
+    47220 George Wall               13
+    47221 Sarah Welsh               10
+    47222 Joseph Wright             11
+    ------
+    47223 Joseph Wilson             13
+    47224 Joseph Griffin            15
+    47225 Charles Griffin           12
+    47226 George Gregg              12
+    47227 Edgar Marshall            13
+    47228 Edward Harris             13
+    47229 G. F. Brewill             10
+    47230 B. SANDERS,
+            Shepherd's Bsh.         18
+    47231 Emma Janko                15
+    47232 Ellen Dowling              9
+    47233 Janet Cooke               11
+    47234 Francis Ward               9
+    47235 Katie Ward                14
+    47236 Marcia Cooke              14
+    47237 Fanny Stoyle              17
+    47238 Mary Pearce               18
+    47239 H. V. Pearson             12
+    47240 Daniel Holmans            10
+    47241 Emma Dowling              12
+    47242 Annie Angell               8
+    47243 William Kennedy           11
+    47244 A. B. Rugg                13
+    47245 Maggie Jones               9
+    47246 Levi Jenkins              10
+    47247 Fredk. Price               9
+    47248 Emily Williams            11
+    47249 Agnes Hughes              14
+    47250 Emily Jones               14
+    47251 Bessie Beigh              13
+    47252 Mary Welch                10
+    47253 Minnie Barnard            13
+    47254 Julia Cowlin              13
+    47255 Mabel Cock                11
+    47256 Rose Patmer               12
+    47257 Emma Welch                 9
+    47258 Thomas Wilton              8
+    47259 William Smith              9
+    47260 Clara Cock                 9
+    47261 Sarah Watson              12
+    47262 Oswald N. Roper            8
+    47263 Arthur Stacey              8
+    47264 Lizzie Kendrew             9
+    47265 Nellie Kenneth            11
+    47266 Elsie M. Kenneth           9
+    47267 Alice A. Kenneth          15
+    47268 E. M. Kenneth             17
+    47269 Clara Phillips            13
+    47270 Edward Phillips           18
+    47271 Edith Fetcher             14
+    47272 Florry Fetcher            12
+    47273 Clara Fetcher              7
+    47274 H. O. Kenneth             12
+    47275 George Maxwell            13
+
+[_Officers and Members are referred to a Special Notice on page 55._]
+
+
+
+
+TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.
+
+TEACHING A DOG TO READ.
+
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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 _Bone_, _Food_, _Out_, &c. He
+first gave the dog food in a saucer on the card _food_, 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 _out_ on if he wishes to go out. One day
+he brought the card with _food_ 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.
+
+H. E. FOWLER.
+(Aged 13.)
+_Woodthorne, Wolverhampton._
+
+
+TWO CLEVER HORSES.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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.
+
+ANTONY S. BYNG.
+(Aged 7-1/4.)
+_St. Peter's Parsonage, Cranley Gardens, London, S.W._
+
+
+RUFFLE, THE SWIMMING CAT.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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.
+
+MARIAN C. BRODRICK.
+(Aged 14.)
+_Peper Harow,
+Godalming, Surrey._
+
+
+A DOG'S TRICK.
+
+DEAR MR. EDITOR,--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 now, 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.
+
+EDITH PARNELL.
+(Aged 13.)
+13, _Windsor Terrace, Newcastle-on-Tyne._
+
+
+NOTE.--Each Story, Anecdote, &c., when sent to the Editor, must be
+certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, as being
+both _True and Original_.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER.
+
+ANSWER TO "PICTURE WANTING WORDS" (_p. 128_).
+
+FIRST PRIZE ANSWER.
+
+The picture on page 128 of LITTLE FOLKS 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+H. D. HOPE.
+(Aged 15).
+11, _Greenfield Crescent, Edgbaston,
+Birmingham._
+
+Certified by HENRY HOPE (Father).
+
+
+LIST OF HONOUR.
+
+_First Prize (One-Guinea Book), with Officer's Medal of the "Little
+Folks" Legion of Honour_;--H. D. HOPE (15), 11, Greenfield Crescent,
+Edgbaston, Birmingham. _Second Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book),
+with Officer's Medal_:--MARGARET T. S. BEATTIE (13), St. Michael's,
+Torquay. _Honourable Mention, with Members Medal_:--M. AGNES HOWARD
+(10-1/2), 15, Clarence Square, Gosport; G. G. CALLCOTT (15-1/2),
+Hageldon, 27, Shepherd's Bush Road; KATE E. GREENHOW (12-1/2),
+Highfield, Chelmsford, Essex; EDITH WINGATE (15), 2, Finlayson Place,
+Relvinside, Glasgow; ADRIANA POLI (11), 24, Via Ricasoli, Livorno,
+Italy; SYBIL COVENTRY (13-1/2), Severn Stoke Rectory, Worcester;
+CLIFFORD CRAWFORD (11-3/4), 21, Windsor Street, Edinburgh; EDITH B.
+JOWETT (15-3/4), Thackley Road, Idle, near Bradford; PERCY G. TRENDELL
+(12), 10, Coburg Place, Bayswater Road, London, S.W.
+
+
+THE "LITTLE FOLKS" ANNUAL FOR 1885.
+
+The "LITTLE FOLKS" ANNUAL for 1885 (price Sixpence) will be published on
+the 25th of October, 1884, under the title of
+
+"A SHIPFUL OF CHILDREN, AND THEIR MERRY ADVENTURES."
+
+In this ANNUAL 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 ANNUAL 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 "A SHIPFUL OF CHILDREN" are from the pens of Authors
+with whose writings readers of "LITTLE FOLKS" 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 "LITTLE FOLKS" ANNUAL 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 "A SHIPFUL OF CHILDREN" should be given to booksellers as early as
+possible.
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+PICTORIAL NATURAL HISTORY PUZZLE.
+
+  My 2, 3, 4, 7, 6 = pungent.
+  My 1, 9, 16 = to taste.
+  My 12, 11, 14, 10 = mists.
+  My 8, 5, 15 = an Egyptian notable.
+  My 6, 7, 13, 17 = food.
+
+  My whole is a bird.
+
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials form the name of an island at the entrance of the Baltic
+Sea.
+
+  1. A lake in Switzerland.
+  2. A river in Spain.
+  3. A river in Italy.
+  4. The capital of a country in Europe.
+  5. Some mountains in Europe.
+  6. A river in Africa.
+  7. A river in Turkey.
+
+  M. A. WARD.
+  (Aged 10-1/2.)
+  54, _Southfield Square, Bradford, Yorks._
+
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+The following is a verse from one of Tom Hood's poems:--
+
+  'x w x s x n x h x p x i x e x f x u x m x r x i x e,
+  n x v x n x n x c x l x a x d x o x l,
+  n x f x u x a x d x w x n x y x a x p x b x y x
+  C x m x b x u x d x n x o x t x f x c x o x l:
+  x h x r x w x r x s x m x t x a x r x n x n x s x m x t x a x l x a
+    x t,
+  x i x e x r x u x l x t x i x a x o x l.
+
+  WINIFRED H. SHACKLOCK.
+  (Aged 11-3/4.)
+  _Meadow House, Mansfield,
+  Nottingham._
+
+
+SQUARE WORDS.
+
+  A MARK.
+
+  2. An eatable.
+
+  3. Related.
+
+  4. A fissure.
+
+  1. A vehicle.
+
+  2. A tree.
+
+  3. Part of the verb _to ride_.
+
+  4. A river in England.
+
+  1. A partner.
+
+  2. A salt.
+
+  3. A melody.
+
+  4. A large bird.
+
+  BERTRAM G. THEOBALD.
+  (Aged 12-3/4.)
+  2, _Ashley Road,
+  Hornsey Rise, London, N._
+
+
+BURIED NAMES OF RIVERS.
+
+  The building is erected near the town hall.
+  2. The king told us we served him well.
+  3. If they find us, we must run away.
+  4. Mary and Emma are going for a walk.
+  5. Feel how hot I am, Stella.
+
+  C. LILIAN DICKINS.
+  (Aged 11-1/2.)
+  1, _Priory Gardens,
+  Folkestone._
+
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+  My first is in table, but not in chair.
+  My second is in orange, but not in pear.
+  My third is in come, but not in go.
+  My fourth is in fast, but not in slow.
+  My fifth is in tin, but not in lead.
+  My sixth is in cover, but not in bed.
+  My whole is a vegetable much liked by some,
+  And now my riddle-me-ree is done.
+
+  PERCY ELLISON.
+  (Aged 12.)
+  17, _Esplanade, Waterloo,
+  near Liverpool._
+
+
+BURIED PROVERB.
+
+A word of the proverb is contained in each line.
+
+  1. There were a great many people at the ball.
+  2. Who gave you that flower?
+  3. They live close by us.
+  4. She went in the train because it was raining.
+  5. The glass is not put in the frame yet.
+  6. All these houses belong to him.
+  7. You must not stay out so late again, Edith.
+  8. Are you not going for a walk?
+  9. You throw the ball too high, Louise.
+  10. We will flood the lawn when the stones have been swept away.
+
+  AMY FAGG.
+  (Aged 15.)
+  _Clarence Lodge, Canning Road, Croydon._
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_p. 189_).
+
+MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+
+  "With fingers weary and worn, with eyelids heavy and red,
+  A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, plying her needle and thread:
+  Stitch! stitch! stitch! in poverty, hunger, and dirt;
+  And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, she sang the 'Song of
+    the Shirt.'"
+
+
+DOUBLE MESOSTICH.--OBERON--PORTIA.
+
+  1. H OP e.
+
+  2. O BO e.
+
+  3. H ER d.
+
+  4. Ta RT an.
+
+  5. Qu OI ts.
+
+  6. Fi NA le.
+
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.--TIGER.
+
+
+SINGLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC--CELEBES.
+
+  1. C hesterfield.
+
+  2. E rne.
+
+  3. L iffey.
+
+  4. E lba.
+
+  5. B lenheim.
+
+  6. E uphrates.
+
+  7. S hrewsbury.
+
+
+HIDDEN PROVERBS.
+
+  1. "Strike while the iron is hot."
+
+  2. "Where there's a will, there's a way."
+
+  3. "Too many cooks spoil the broth."
+
+
+BEHEADED WORDS.
+
+  1. Wheel, heel, eel.
+
+  2. Slate, late, ate.
+
+  3. Stale, tale, ale.
+
+
+GEOGRAPHICAL PICTORIAL ACROSTIC.
+
+  ITALY--ASSAM.
+
+  I celand contains the volcano of Hecl A.
+
+  T unbridge Wells is remarkable for its spring S.
+
+  A thens, the capital of Morea, is famous on account of its Acropoli S.
+
+  L eghorn is situated 14 miles south of Pis A.
+
+  Y armouth is the chief seat of the herring fisheries in the kingdo M.
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+SPECIAL HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION.
+
+As 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.
+
+
+PRIZES.
+
+Twenty prizes will be awarded for the best Solutions to the Puzzles
+given _in the last number_ (_p. 190_); Ten to Competitors in the Senior
+(for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 _inclusive_), and Ten
+to Competitors in the Junior Division (for those _under_ 14 years of
+age).
+
+The following will be the value of the Prizes, in books, given in _each_
+Division:--
+
+  1. A First Prize of One Guinea.
+  2. A Second Prize of Half a Guinea.
+  3. A Third Prize of Seven Shillings and Sixpence.
+  4. Two Prizes of Five Shillings.
+  5. Five Prizes of Half a Crown.
+
+There will also be awards of Bronze Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of
+Honour to the three next highest of the Competitors following the
+Prize-winners in _each_ Division.
+
+N.B.--The Solutions, together with the names and addresses of the Prize
+and Medal winners, will be published in the January Number of LITTLE
+FOLKS.
+
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+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:--
+
+  _The Editor of "Little Folks,"_
+  _La Belle Sauvage Yard._
+  _Ludgate Hill,_
+  _London, E.C._
+  _Answers to Puzzles._
+  _Junior_ [or _Senior_] _Division._
+
+Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they are _the sole
+and unaided work_ of the competitor. No assistance must be given by any
+other person.
+
+Competitors can be credited only under their own name.
+
+The decision of the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS on all matters must be
+considered final.
+
+
+SUMMER COMPETITION. (SOLUTION TO PUZZLE NO. 2).
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+  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.
+
+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.
+
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+  1. Marlborough.
+  2. Nares.
+  3. Oppian.
+  4. Perseus.
+  5. Quarles.
+  6. Rebolledo.
+  7. Sansovino.
+  8. Talma.
+  9. Ursinus.
+  10. Victor.
+  11. Washington.
+  12. Young.
+
+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.
+
+AWARD OF PRIZES (TENTH QUARTER).
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+The _First_, _Second_, and _Third Prizes_ 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.:--MATILDA HEDDLE (15), St.
+Leonards, St. Andrews; CAROLINE J. NIX (14-3/4), Tilgate, Crawley, Sussex;
+RUTH H. BROOK (15), Helme Edge, Metham, near Huddersfield. F. G. CALCOTT
+gains an equal number of marks, but having taken a Prize last Quarter is
+not eligible to receive one on this occasion.
+
+_Bronze Medals_ of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour are awarded
+to:--ALICE BRADBURY (14), Oak Lodge, Nightingale Lane, S.W.; LILIAN
+HAYDON (15), Cholmeley Park House, Archway Road, Highgate; CHRISTIANA
+JANE DEBENHAM (15), Cheshunt Park, Herts.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+The _First_, _Second_, and _Third Prizes_ 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.:--ELEANOR YEO (11), 30, Paul
+Street, Exeter; EMMELINE A. NEAME (12-1/2), Church House, Llangadock, S.
+Wales; NELLIE M. MAXWELL (9-1/2), Jenner Road, Guildford.
+
+_Bronze Medals_ of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour are awarded to
+AGNES F. COOMBS (13), Beaminster, Dorset; DOROTHY BLUNT (12), Manor
+House, Dorchester, Wallingford; M. GWENDOLINE BUCKLER (12-1/2), Bedstone
+Rectory, Birkenhead.
+
+
+A NEW FORM OF AMUSEMENT.
+
+PROVERBS IN SECTIONS.
+
+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, _if he can_, and keeps the paper. If he cannot solve the Puzzle,
+he reads out the syllables _quickly_, and any player who guesses the
+proverb receives the paper. At the end of the game see how many papers
+each player has:
+
+  1. -dle fire great it kin- Lit- out ones put sticks -tle the.
+
+  2. By gets go- -ing mill the.
+
+  3. are all be not to Truths told.
+
+  4. A got is -ny pen- spared twice.
+
+  5. -ing no pays Talk- toll.
+
+  6. a- -eth fire -far not quench- -ter Wa-
+
+  7. be- -eth fox Geese the preach- -ware when.
+
+  8. A -ers gath- -ing moss no roll- stone.
+
+  9. A a -ant's -ders dwarf far- gi- on of shoul- sees the the -ther
+    two.
+
+  1. Little sticks kindle the fire; great ones put it out.
+
+  2. By going gets the mill.
+
+  3. Truths are not all to be told.
+
+  4. A penny got is twice spared.
+
+  5. Talking pays no toll.
+
+  6. Water afar quencheth not fire.
+
+  7. Geese beware when the fox preacheth.
+
+  8. A rolling stone gathers no moss.
+
+  9. A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees the farther of the two.
+
+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 _short_ 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.
+
+
+
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS.
+
+[_The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for
+insertion in_ LITTLE FOLKS _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._]
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS, &C.
+
+LOUIS VERRIER, T. S. J.--[I am glad to tell you that a new "LITTLE FOLKS
+Painting Book" is in preparation. Particulars will be announced
+shortly.--ED.]
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+LITTLE MAID OF ARCADIE would like to know if any one can tell her in
+what poem the following lines occur--
+
+  "Evil is wrought by want of thought,
+  As well as want of heart."
+
+and who the author is.
+
+A NORTHERN MOLE would be much obliged if any reader of LITTLE FOLKS
+would tell her who wrote the poems "Sintram" and "Lyra Innocentium."
+
+ALICE IN WONDERLAND wishes to know the story of King Cophetua.
+
+GAMES AND AMUSEMENTS.
+
+PEROQUET writes, in answer to GREEN-EYED JOWLER, 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; _not_ the question _they_ asked, or the answer
+_they_ 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 ONE OF THE
+FAIR SEX, BRIDGET, AURANIA, FIVE MINUTES, T. C., and WM. SHEAR.
+
+WORK.
+
+ASTARTE would like to know how to make a baby's woollen jacket.
+
+COOKERY.
+
+CHUCKLES writes in answer to MAID OF ATHENS 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.
+
+F. W. BOREHAM writes in answer to SNOW-FLAKE 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.
+
+PANSY asks how to make Queen's Cakes.
+
+GENERAL.
+
+W. E. IRELAND sends in answer to W. ROUTLEDGE'S 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.
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+VIOLA 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.]
+
+SEJANUS 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.]
+
+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.]
+
+
+"Picture Wanting Words" Competition.
+
+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 LITTLE FOLKS 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.)
+
+THE BROWNIES TO THE RESCUE.
+
+  A widow lives across the creek
+  Who took in washing by the week
+  But aches and pains have crossed her way
+  And now she lies in want, they say,
+
+  Without a loaf of bread to eat,
+  A slice of cheese, or pound of meat.
+  So, while the owls around us sing,
+  This basket full of food we bring.
+
+  We made a raid on market stall,
+  And took the poultry, fish, and all--.
+  For Brownies are not slow, be sure,
+  To do their best to help the poor.
+
+  Across the window-sill with care
+  We'll slide it to her table bare,
+  And when she wakens up, no doubt,
+  She'll think her neighbours were about.
+
+  PALMER COX.
+
+[Illustration: "SO, WHILE THE OWLS AROUND US SING, THIS BASKET FULL OF
+FOOD WE BRING."]
+
+
+
+
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+    | Transcriber's Note:                                          |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 205: the caption HIS FIRST SKETCH." has been changed to |
+    | "HIS FIRST SKETCH." with opening quotation marks             |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 210: "dashed into the principal room" has been changed  |
+    | to "dashed into the principal room,"                         |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 213: caption A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY UNCOILING        |
+    | ITSELF" has been changed to "A LITTLE ANT-EATER SLOWLY       |
+    |     UNCOILING ITSELF" with opening quotation marks           |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 215: "What accusation bring ye against this Man? has    |
+    | been changed to "What accusation bring ye against this Man?" |
+    | with closing quotation marks                                 |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 227: He's not coming with us, in the first place?       |
+    | has been changed to He's not coming with us, in the first    |
+    | place,                                                       |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 233: LITTLE MARGARET'S. KITCHEN has been changed to     |
+    | LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN                                    |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 235: arranged alphabetically, "air, has been changed    |
+    | to arranged alphabetically, air, with no quotation marks     |
+    |                                                              |
+    | Page 253: "Too many cooks spoil the broth.' has been changed |
+    | to "Too many cooks spoil the broth." with double quotes      |
+    |                                                              |
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+
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