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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (December 1884), by Various
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+Title: Little Folks (December 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
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+Author: Various
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+Release Date: February 5, 2009 [EBook #28007]
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+Language: English
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+    Transcriber's Note:
+    Phrases printed in italics in the original version are
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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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+[Blank Page]
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+[Illustration]
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+
+INDEX.
+
+AMUSEMENTS, RECREATIONS, &c.--
+  Pretty Work for Little Fingers--
+    Embroidered Glass-cloth, 13.
+  The Children's Own Garden, 43, 100, 179, 239, 290, 360.
+  Hints on Canvasine Painting, 75.
+  Some more Little Presents, and the way to make them, 139.
+  A New Game for Children, 142.
+  How to make pretty Picture-Frames, 203.
+  A Game for Long Evenings, 275.
+  Little Papers for Little Art Workers--
+    Ivory Miniature Painting, 330.
+
+CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN, THE--
+  July, 43.
+  August, 100.
+  September, 179.
+  October, 239.
+  November, 290.
+  December, 360.
+
+FANCIFUL RHYMES, PICTURES, STORIES, &c.--
+  Little Miss Propriety, 11.
+  Fighting with a Shadow, 12.
+  A Practical Joke, 28.
+  How Paulina won back Peter (_A Fairy Story_), 47.
+  A Race on the Sands, 77.
+  The Kingfisher and the Fishes, 81.
+  The Maids and the Magpie, 91.
+  A Game of Cricket in Elfland (_A Fairy Story_), 105.
+  The Little Flowers' Wish, 116.
+  Their Wonderful Ride, 153.
+  What came of a Foxglove (_A Fairy Story_), 172.
+  A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.
+  What the Magic Words Meant (_A Fairy Story_), 235.
+  The Discontented Boat, 242.
+  The Brownies to the Rescue, 256.
+  The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.
+  The Fox and the Frog, 288.
+  The Magic Music and its Message (_A Fairy Story_), 293.
+  The Rival Mothers, 337.
+  A Race for a Cat (_A Fairy Story_), 361.
+
+HUMANE SOCIETY, THE "LITTLE FOLKS"--
+  Special Notices, 55, 373.
+  Lists of Officers and Members, 55, 121, 185, 249, 313, 372.
+  True Stories about Pets, Anecdotes, &c., 57, 187, 251, 374.
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT, 45, 110, 161, 233,
+  279, 335.
+
+LITTLE TOILERS OF THE NIGHT--
+  The Printer's Reading-Boy, 30.
+  The Fisher-Boy, 151.
+  Young Gipsies, 273.
+
+MUSIC--
+  Three Little Squirrels, 59.
+  A Harvest Song, 112.
+  "Let's Away to the Woods," 181.
+  Dignity and Impudence, 245.
+  The Happy Little River, 316.
+  A Day in the Snow, 376.
+
+PEEPS AT HOME AND ABROAD--
+  Stories Told in Westminster Abbey--
+    How the Abbey was Built, 14.
+    The Coronations in the Abbey, 113.
+    Royal Funerals in the Abbey, 176.
+    Curious Customs and Remarkable Incidents, 222.
+    The Sanctuary, Cloisters, and Chapter-House, 291.
+    The Monuments, 366.
+  The Home of the Beads, 26.
+  Little Toilers of the Night--
+    The Printer's Reading-Boy, 30.
+    The Fisher-Boy, 151.
+    Young Gipsies, 273.
+  Some Famous Railway Trains, and their Story--
+    The "Flying Dutchman," 39.
+    The "Wild Irishman," 86.
+    The "Flying Scotchman," 204.
+    The Continental and "Tidal" Mails, 346.
+  Children's Games in Days of Old, 91.
+  A Day on Board H.M.S. Britannia, 142.
+  The Water-Carriers of the World, 157.
+  The Prince and his Whipping-Boy, 220.
+  A Few Words about the Dykes of Holland, 267.
+  A Few Words about Tattooing, 359.
+
+POCKET-BOOK, THE EDITOR'S: JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS HERE, THERE, AND
+  EVERYWHERE--
+  The Natural Bridge, Virginia, 51;
+  The Colossus of Rhodes, 51;
+  Chinese Palanquins, 51;
+  The Flamingo, 51;
+  "God's Providence House," 51;
+  An Ancient Monster, 51;
+  Arabs of the Soudan, 52;
+  A Lesson in Charity, 52;
+  The Busy Bee, 52;
+  The Dwarf Trees of China, 52;
+  What is the "Lake School?" 52;
+  The Cuckoo's Fag, 52;
+  The Greatest Whirlpool in the World, 54;
+  The Dog and the Telephone, 54;
+  The Wounded Cat and the Doctor, 117;
+  A Remarkable Bell, 117;
+  About the Mina Bird, 117;
+  An Historical Cocoa-Plant, 117;
+  The International Health Exhibition, 118;
+  Famous Old London Buildings, 118;
+  Model Dairies, 118;
+  Trades in Operation, 118;
+  The Costume Show, 118;
+  Street of Furnished Rooms, 119;
+  Other Exhibits, 119;
+  Young Heroes, 119;
+  An Intelligent Mare, 119;
+  Who were the Janizaries? 182;
+  A Canine Guide, 182;
+  The Taming of Bucephalus, 182;
+  The Price of a Picture by Landseer, 183;
+  "Ignoramus," 183;
+  Saved by South Sea Islanders, 183;
+  A Strange Vow, 183;
+  Honour among Cats, 183;
+  Memory in Parrots, 183;
+  The Clock-tower in Darmstadt Palace, 183;
+  Oiling the Waves, 183;
+  Spider Knicknacks, 184;
+  An Affectionate Dog, 184;
+  A Sagacious Cavalry Horse, 184;
+  What is a Nabob? 184;
+  A Curious Volcano, 184;
+  How a Dog saved its Blind Master, 246;
+  Abraham Men, 246;
+  Famous Abdicators, 246;
+  Memory in Cats, 247;
+  Fugitives from Siberia, 247;
+  Tame Humming Birds, 247;
+  Intelligent Dogs, 247;
+  Skating Race in Lapland, 247;
+  The Riddle of the Sphinx, 247;
+  The Wolf and the Bees, 248;
+  About Pages, 248;
+  The Union Jack, 248;
+  Glendower's Oak, 248;
+  A Product of the Soudan, 309;
+  The Vallary Crown, 309;
+  Supposed Relic of Trafalgar, 309;
+  The Founder of Ragged Schools, 309;
+  Tallow Trees, 309;
+  A Saucy Sparrow, 309;
+  "Sansculottes," 310;
+  Fresh-water Springs in the Sea, 309;
+  Feathered Thieves, 310;
+  Carlyle's Birthplace, 310;
+  Memory in Dogs, 310;
+  Anecdotes of Apelles, 310;
+  Drawing the Badger, 311;
+  A Gallant Rescue, 311;
+  War Elephants, 311;
+  About the Mistletoe, 370;
+  Badges of the Apostles, 370;
+  The Yule Log, 370;
+  The Senses of Bees, 370;
+  Abolition of Christmas Day, 371;
+  The Dancing Bird, 371;
+  Americanisms, 371;
+  Peacock Pie, 371;
+  The "Ironsides," 371;
+  Migration of Storks, 371.
+
+POETRY--
+  Little Miss Propriety, 11.
+  Madge's Dove, 16.
+  Nessie's Adventure, 21.
+  A Practical Joke, 28.
+  A Summer Hour, 44.
+  A Queen of the Beach, 54.
+  A Race on the Sands, 77.
+  The Children's Light Brigade, 85.
+  The Maids and the Magpie, 91.
+  Harvest Days, 108.
+  Waiting for Father, 113.
+  Summer Visitors, 140,
+  Their Wonderful Ride, 153.
+  An Apple Song, 170.
+  Daisy and Dolly, 176.
+  Legends of the Flowers--
+    The Scarlet Pimpernel, 180.
+    The Sunflower, 280.
+  His First Sketch, 204.
+  Contentment, 217.
+  The Brownies to the Rescue, 256.
+  The Song of a Little Bird, 267.
+  Poor Pussy, 313.
+  A Morning Visit, 333.
+  The Rival Mothers, 337.
+  A Helping Hand, 345.
+  "Father's Coming," 348.
+  The Legend of the Reeds, 358.
+  The Birds' Petition, 368.
+  Little Doctor May, 375.
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS--
+  Picture Pages Wanting Words, &c, and Answers, 58, 64, 124, 128, 188,
+    192, 252, 320, 379.
+  Lists of Honour. 58, 124, 188.
+  The LITTLE FOLKS Special Prize Competitions for 1884, 62.
+  The LITTLE FOLKS Annual for 1885, 252.
+  A New LITTLE FOLKS Painting Book Competition, 319.
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITIONS--61, 126, 190, 254, 318, 378.
+
+PUZZLES, OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN, AND ANSWERS--58, 60, 125, 128, 188, 189,
+  253, 317, 320, 374, 377.
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS--63, 127, 191, 255, 319, 379.
+
+RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY, SOME FAMOUS
+  The "Flying Dutchman," 39.
+  The "Wild Irishman," 86.
+  The "Flying Scotchman," 204.
+  The Continental and "Tidal" Mails, 346.
+
+SERIAL STORIES--
+  A LITTLE TOO CLEVER. By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities,"
+    "Margaret's Enemy," &c. &c, 1, 65, 129, 193, 257, 321.
+  THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE: THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS. By the Author of
+    "The Heir of Elmdale," &c, 32, 93, 163, 224, 281, 348.
+
+SHORT STORIES--
+  Too Young for School, 21.
+  How Paulina Won Back Peter (_A Fairy Story_), 47.
+  The King and Queen's Quarrel, 78.
+  Master Tom's "Rainy Weather," 88.
+  Jemmy's and My Adventure, 101.
+  A Game of Cricket in Elfland (_A Fairy Story_), 105.
+  The Little Flowers' Wish, 116.
+  Andy's Brave Deed, 147.
+  What Came of a Foxglove (_A Fairy Story_), 172.
+  A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.
+  Little Fé, 218.
+  What the Magic Words Meant (_A Fairy Story_), 235.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  A Young Roman's Sacrifice (A True Story), 239.
+  The Discontented Boat, 242.
+  Harry's Prize Rabbit, 242.
+  The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.
+  "Whistling for It," 271.
+  The Magic Music and its Message (_A Fairy Story_), 293.
+  Mab, the Wolf, and the Waterfall, 299.
+  "Where there's a Will there's a Way," 302.
+  "Home, Sweet Home;" or, Lost in London, 302.
+  Faithful to Her Trust (A True Story), 332.
+  Little Bab and the Story-Book, 341.
+  Hedwig's Christmas Presents, 355.
+  A Race for a Cat (_A Fairy Story_), 361.
+  Ethel's Pink Plant, and what Happened to it, 364.
+
+STORIES, POEMS, AND PICTURES OF BIRDS, BEASTS, AND FISHES--
+  Fighting with a Shadow, 12.
+  Madge's Dove, 16.
+  A Practical Joke, 28.
+  Mornings at the Zoo--
+    The Stork Family, 41.
+    About the Bats, 104.
+    In the Fish-house, 170.
+    The Kangaroos, 297.
+  A Race on the Sands, 77.
+  The Kingfisher and the Fishes, 81.
+  The Maids and the Magpie, 91.
+  About the Frankolin, 121.
+  Summer Visitors, 140.
+  Buried Alive; or, Love Never Lost on a Dog, 158.
+  A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.
+  All about Snails, 232.
+  Harry's Prize Rabbit, 242.
+  The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.
+  The Fox and the Frog, 288.
+  Poor Pussy, 313.
+  Going to Sea in a Cage, 334.
+  The Rival Mothers, 337.
+  A Helping Hand, 345.
+  The Birds' Petition, 368.
+
+SUNDAY AFTERNOONS, OUR--
+    Solomon's Dream at Gibeon, 18.
+    The Dream of the Barley Cake, 82.
+    Nebuchadnezzar's Dream of the Huge Tree, 154.
+    The Dream of Pilate's Wife, 214.
+    A Dream for all Ages, 306.
+    Saved by a Dream, 338.
+  Bible Exercises, 20, 84, 156, 216, 308, 340.
+
+WESTMINSTER ABBEY, STORIES TOLD IN--
+  How the Abbey was Built, 14.
+  The Coronations in the Abbey, 113,
+  Royal Funerals in the Abbey, 176.
+  Curious Customs and Remarkable Incidents, 222.
+  The Sanctuary, Cloisters, and Chapter-House, 291.
+  The Monuments, 366.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory," &c._
+
+CHAPTER XX.--MRS. MACDOUGALL FINDS DUNCAN.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+A whole week elapsed, in which Mrs. MacDougall received no tidings of
+the children. Every day she trudged to the market-town and back, not
+able to bear the suspense without doing something. Every day she
+received the same answer, and turned away with a weary sigh. The men who
+answered her questions noticed her change from day to day, and shrank
+from giving her the same hopeless replies time after time. They were
+puzzled and astonished, but still confident that the children would
+ultimately be found. In their own minds they believed the children had
+fallen in with some wandering gipsies or other vagrants, and were being
+closely guarded. They knew well enough that there were plenty of ways of
+stealing children, and keeping them out of sight in barges, colliers, or
+gipsies' vans, and that the time that had elapsed made the probability
+of finding the children much less; but this they kept to themselves.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall, however, was not so easily blinded. She knew the
+dangers that were waiting to engulf them. She called to mind having
+read, some years ago in the newspapers, of a little fair, delicate boy,
+who was stolen away and never found. She remembered distinctly enough
+the agonised appeal of his parents that every man and woman would join
+in the search for the child by keeping their eyes open wherever they
+went.
+
+She had been deeply interested, and wondered how such a thing could
+happen. She remembered that, in spite of all, little Charlie (that was
+the child's name), had never been discovered, and that his fate had
+remained shrouded in mystery, the supposition being that the child had
+been stolen by cruel, wicked people, and perhaps died of fright.
+
+Could such a fate have overtaken her children? A hundred times a day
+she cried to God that He would save them from a life of sin and
+degradation, even if by death, and there is no doubt that the mother's
+prayers had the reward of keeping them out of the dangers she feared for
+them.
+
+The Sabbath came round. Mrs. MacDougall put on her best clothes, dressed
+her mother and Robbie, and went off to the kirk as usual.
+
+"The Lord will not ill-requite me for keeping His day holy," she said
+solemnly, when her mother suggested that news might come in her absence.
+"The Lord knows I am in His kirk, and He will no seek me in the
+cottage."
+
+Her simple faith was destined to receive its verification. Early the
+next morning a messenger arrived, bringing news. He spread out an
+official document on the table, and began with much unnecessary and
+tiresome questioning.
+
+"If ye're wanting to send me crazy, you may just take your own time, but
+if not, will ye tell me right out are they found?" she asked sharply.
+
+"Well, yes, they are," the man replied.
+
+"Then tell me how, and where."
+
+"The boy is in Edinburgh, ill of the fever, but well cared for in a
+children's hospital. The girl is in London, in a place she won't be
+running away from in a hurry."
+
+"You mean a prison, surely?" Mrs. MacDougall gasped. "Say the right
+word, man, and don't put your own gloss on things. It doesn't make them
+any the better."
+
+"It isn't a prison exactly," the man replied, "except that she can't get
+free from it without the permission of them that put her there. She got
+in with some people who are now in custody, and as she will be an
+important witness, she will be, perhaps, detained there until the case
+comes before the magistrates; but she is safe and sound, according to
+our information."
+
+"And can I no rescue her from that place?" Mrs. MacDougall asked.
+
+"That depends upon many things," the officer answered cautiously. "I
+could not undertake to say."
+
+In a very short time Mrs. MacDougall was ready for her journey. "Ye will
+nae gang outside the gate whiles I'm gone," she said to Robbie, "an'
+bless your heart for a good child, I know you will not disobey me." Then
+to her mother she added, "I will just ask our good neighbour Jarrett to
+look in an' see ye all right, an' that your wants are supplied." Then
+she bade them adieu, and departed.
+
+They walked as far as Dunster, calling at the farm on their way, then
+hired a vehicle to convey them to Killochrie, the nearest place to which
+the trains ran--not by the circuitous route that Elsie and Duncan had
+found their way there, but by a direct road.
+
+That night Mrs. MacDougall was in Edinburgh, and was mightily amazed and
+confused with the grandeur and bustle of the place, which she had never
+seen before. How her children could have found their way here, and still
+more, how they could ever have been discovered and identified in such a
+teeming, bustling, bewildering city, she could not imagine. She had yet
+to see London, to which Edinburgh could not compare for teeming
+multitudes, labyrinths of streets, and all the gigantic bustle and
+confusion of a vast city.
+
+"Ah! but it's a right wicked place," she exclaimed in horror, as she
+passed by some of the foul-smelling closes, or courts, as we call them,
+where dishevelled hag-like old women sat on door-steps, and filthy,
+squalid children played in the gutter, where ill-favoured young people
+of both sexes hung idly about the entrances, chaffing or quarrelling
+with each other. "Ye police people must be a poor set out, an' ye can no
+do away with such dens as these!" Mrs. MacDougall cried in righteous
+indignation. "And the country folk are all for sending their girls into
+the towns to get high wages and such gear. I would not have one of mine
+come to such a Babylon as this!"
+
+But Mrs. MacDougall had not time for more observations, for they were
+soon at the hospital where sick children were received. They were at
+once admitted. A kind-looking woman came forward, and asked if it was
+necessary to see the child.
+
+"Are ye no aware, ma'am, that he is my ain bairn?" Mrs. MacDougall
+began; but her companion interrupted her.
+
+"Our business is to identify the little laddie," he said, with a tone of
+authority.
+
+"Then I warn you to be careful," the woman replied. "He is just in a
+critical condition, and must not be spoken to."
+
+"Ye mean well to say his life is in danger?" Mrs. MacDougall asked
+quickly.
+
+"I cannot deny it," the matron replied; "but you must not despair.
+Children make wonderful recoveries," she added, kindly.
+
+She led them to the door of the ward, where a nurse came forward to
+conduct them to the proper bed.
+
+"It is my ain little bairnie," Mrs. MacDougall whispered; "but sairly
+altered, sairly changed."
+
+"He couldn't have been worse than he's been," the nurse said, drawing
+them a little way from the bed. "The delirium was just dreadful to see!
+But that's past, and we only want him to rally. He's about exhausted
+now, and must be kept quiet. I would not like him to open his eyes and
+find you by his side. By my will you would not have been admitted."
+
+"Then I'll go directly," Mrs. MacDougall said, quickly. "I will no beg
+you to be kind to my bairn, for I can trust your face; but I will pray
+for you to be rewarded for every act o' kindness done to a poor lost
+little one. When can I come again?"
+
+"To-morrow's the right day. You can come then," the nurse replied.
+
+"I'll be near at hand, an' they'll let me know if a bad change comes,"
+Mrs. MacDougall said hurriedly. "I'll get the nearest lodging to be
+had."
+
+When the clothes of the child had been duly identified, the officer and
+Mrs. MacDougall departed. "I shall no leave this place to-night," Mrs.
+MacDougall said, firmly. "The lass is safe and sound, and Duncan may be
+dying. I must be near by."
+
+So a decent lodging was found, in which Mrs. MacDougall took up her
+quarters, having first taken her address to the matron, who promised her
+that she should be sent for if immediate danger developed itself. The
+officer was somewhat puzzled by Mrs. MacDougall's determination; but as
+his instructions were to proceed with the identification of both
+children, he determined to go on to London at once, armed with the most
+minute description Mrs. MacDougall could give him of the missing child.
+
+It is needless to say that the description tallied perfectly. As,
+however, the examination of John and Lucy Murdoch, known to us by the
+name of Donaldson, was expected to take place in a day or two, the
+officer remained in London, waiting to obtain Elsie's full discharge,
+which could not be hoped for until after this important event.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall was acquainted with her perfect safety, and as Duncan
+remained on the brink of the grave, she did not, for the present,
+attempt to leave Edinburgh.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI.--BEFORE THE MAGISTRATE.
+
+On a certain morning, not long after her first appearance before the
+magistrate, Elsie was once more brought into court. She had hailed the
+appearance of her old acquaintance with something approaching delight,
+for any change was a welcome one from the hard, dreary, monotonous life
+she had been leading in the wards of the workhouse.
+
+"Do you know anything about Duncan?" she asked, eagerly. "Did they
+really take him to the hospital? she didn't turn him into the streets,
+did she? Oh! I have been so frightened about it. They said they didn't
+know anything about it in there. You know, don't you?"
+
+"Yes, I know," the man said, gravely.
+
+Elsie looked up in his face questioningly. It was very grave. "Is he--is
+he--dead?" she gasped.
+
+"Not as far as I know," the man replied; "and he did go into the
+hospital right enough; but he was as near dead as possible when your
+mother found him there. I don't think it's certain now whether he'll
+recover."
+
+"Mother found him!" Elsie cried. "Then--then she knows where we are?"
+
+"Yes, she knows," the man replied.
+
+Elsie involuntarily drew a long sigh of relief. It was only afterwards
+that she began to be worried with doubts as to what her mother would say
+or do. In that first moment her first instinct was that being found by
+her mother was the end of all trouble, and that was, no doubt, a true
+and natural instinct.
+
+But the after feeling of fear and doubt soon came to cloud Elsie's joy
+at what seemed such good news. How glad she would be once more to be
+back in the clean, sweet cottage on her native moor. She had thought
+that life hard, and so wanted to be a little lady, but it was a perfect
+paradise compared with her present life; and as for care, which is the
+greatest enemy to happiness that we can have, she had not known what it
+meant before she ran away. Food and clothes, and warm, comfortable
+shelter, were all hers without a thought on her part, and yet she had
+been so discontented and cross and disagreeable to everybody because she
+had not dainty food and nothing to do. But she had found out what it
+felt like to be without a home or a friend, with coarse food, and
+nothing but harsh words; and she had been continually told that that was
+far more than she deserved, and was given to her only out of charity,
+for which she ought to be most grateful.
+
+If only Mrs. MacDougall would let her go home and things be the same as
+before, she would never be discontented or ungrateful any more, but she
+could hardly believe that she would ever get back again to that old
+happy life.
+
+And Duncan? He might die! Then it would never be the same again. Dear
+little Duncan, who did not want to come away, and had always been
+contented, but would not forsake his sister. But for her he would be
+well and happy now, whereas everything was dreadful and wretched. It was
+quite certain it could never come right. If only she had known
+beforehand? It seemed so easy and so nice. Was it her fault that things
+had turned out so different? Was she to blame for not knowing?
+
+In this way she tried to find some excuse and consolation where there
+was indeed little enough, falling back on the idle excuses people so
+frequently make. How many people ask "Was it my fault that I did not
+know?" when that was not at all where the fault lay.
+
+At last the court was reached. Elsie was taken into a small room, where
+she had to wait some time, and had plenty of time for reflection. She
+grew very nervous and frightened, and began to wonder whether they had
+sent for her to punish her, whether the white-haired gentleman thought
+she had told stories, and was going to send her to prison. Yet the
+officer had seemed kind, and they had promised her that by-and-by she
+should be allowed to go home. Could she have told a story without
+knowing it? She tried to think over all she had said. Suddenly it came
+into her head that perhaps this clever, wise gentleman knew that her
+name was not MacDougall, but Grosvenor, and would punish her for that.
+What ought she to have said? She puzzled and puzzled over it till she
+grew quite stupid and bewildered.
+
+By-and-by the officer who had brought her took her hand and led her
+forward. As she entered the great room in which she had been once
+before, she noticed that it was thronged with people. She was presently
+placed in a small, square, box-like place, reminding her a little of the
+pews in the kirk. Before her she soon detected the old gentleman who had
+questioned her, but there were several others seated near him. Turning
+her head slightly, her eyes fell with fright and dismay on the figures
+of the "fairy mother" and a man, who was neither Uncle William nor
+Grandpapa Donaldson, yet reminded her of both.
+
+They were looking at her, and Elsie saw something in their faces that
+made her tremble. Yet she could not turn her eyes away till the "fairy
+mother" dropped hers, and with a heavy sigh made a little movement, as
+if to hide from herself the sight of her ungrateful child.
+
+Then Elsie caught sight of another face: she recognised the man Andrew.
+There were others whose faces she did not know.
+
+The Bible was handed her, and again she had to repeat the words of the
+solemn oath. Again the old gentleman leaned forward and asked her if she
+knew what an oath was, repeating his solemn warning. Then came the
+question, "What is your name?"
+
+"Please, sir, I don't know," Elsie faltered, bursting into tears.
+
+"The child is just dazed, your honour!" cried a voice from the crowd,
+which rang strangely in Elsie's ears, but the venturesome individual was
+silenced immediately.
+
+"You told us the other day," the old gentleman said kindly. "You have
+only to tell the truth, then you need not be frightened."
+
+"I'm afraid it was a story," Elsie exclaimed. And the "fairy mother"
+looked round anxiously. "I don't know whether my name is Elsie
+MacDougall or Elsie Grosvenor, because I am not sure whether Mrs.
+MacDougall was our mother or whether Aunt Nannie was."
+
+Again a voice cried out something from the crowd, but Elsie did not
+catch the words. The person was warned that she would be removed if she
+interrupted again, and the gentleman continued.
+
+"We will take your name as Elsie MacDougall. Is it true that you ran
+away from your home on a certain Wednesday?"
+
+Elsie replied that she had done so, and then she was asked a great many
+questions, first about herself, then about the companions she had
+travelled with, which it would take far too much room to write down. She
+was terrified almost beyond measure at answering such inquiries with the
+terrible "fairy mother" standing close by, especially when other
+gentlemen began to ask her questions too in a sharp way that confused
+and bewildered her. Every particular of her acquaintance with these
+people was drawn from her, and a great deal of interest displayed in her
+account of how she was separated from Duncan, and the description of
+"Uncle William's" sudden change into "Grandpapa Donaldson."
+
+"Now look well at this person. Have you ever seen him before?" the
+magistrate asked, pointing to the man standing near Mrs. Donaldson.
+
+Elsie replied that she had not but he seemed to remind her a little of
+some one she had seen.
+
+One of the gentlemen then held up a black wig, and whiskers, beard, and
+moustache.
+
+Elsie recognised them at once. "I know what that is like!" she
+exclaimed, in great astonishment. "He had hair like that when he was
+Uncle William."
+
+Another wig was then held before Elsie's wondering eyes. This time it
+was grey, with a small close-cut beard and whiskers, such as the old man
+in the railway carriage wore.
+
+They were handed in turn to the man standing by Mrs. Donaldson, with a
+request that he would put them on. This, however, he indignantly
+refused to do, but Elsie took a steady look, and felt sure that if he
+had he would have looked exactly like Uncle William and Grandpapa
+Donaldson.
+
+The next astonishing thing shown her was a light grey coat, the exact
+counterpart of the one worn by the gentleman in the carriage and Uncle
+William. It was turned inside out, and behold, it became a completely
+new overcoat of a drab colour, like the one worn by Grandpapa Donaldson.
+
+So that was how he had changed himself so completely, by changing his
+black hair for grey and turning his coat inside out. He must have done
+it very quickly and quietly, while Mrs. Donaldson kept Elsie's eyes
+fixed on her. He stoutly denied this, but it was very strange that the
+black wig should have been discovered in a mysterious pocket of that
+cleverly-made coat, and that Mrs. Donaldson's papa should be so vain as
+to go about in a wig, and false whiskers, beard and moustache, because
+he had none of his own--very strange indeed; and so the lawyers and
+magistrates seemed to think it.
+
+Elsie was very, very tired with the long examination she had to undergo.
+All she could make out of it was that these people, whose real names
+were John and Lucy Murdoch, were suspected of having stolen a great deal
+of money from rich people. At last Elsie was told she might go, and the
+officer of whom she had seen so much came forward to lead her away. As
+she was passing out, who should she see coming towards her but Meg. She
+lifted her eyes, and looked with a frightened glance at Elsie. Her eyes
+were red, and she looked altogether most wretched and unhappy.
+
+"I haven't told a word," Elsie couldn't help whispering as she passed
+close by her; but Meg did not seem to hear, for she never raised her
+head or even smiled.
+
+Elsie wondered what they were going to do with her, and hoped she would
+not get into any trouble. But she could not help thinking of her own
+miseries. Now, she supposed, she must go back again to that dreadful
+workhouse, with its harsh matron and dreadful companions, its misery,
+discomfort, and loneliness. She could not help shuddering and gulping
+back the sorrowful sobs that seemed to choke her. She was very tired and
+down-hearted.
+
+The man touched her on the arm. She lifted her eyes, and saw standing
+close by, her mother, Mrs. MacDougall. In a moment Elsie flew towards
+her with a cry of joy, exclaiming "Oh! take me home, mother; take me
+away, please."
+
+"I've got the discharge from the magistrate," Mrs. MacDougall explained.
+"I applied for it this morning directly after the court was opened."
+
+[Illustration: "IN A MOMENT ELSIE FLEW TOWARDS HER" (_p. 324_).]
+
+"Quite right, ma'am," the man assented. Then turning to Elsie, he
+exclaimed, "Now, my girl, you're free to go home with your mother; and
+if you take my advice, you won't try running away again. You're just
+fortunate to have got off as you have. If it hadn't been for our
+tracking the Murdochs just when we did, there's no telling what would
+have become of you. They are not the sort that would hesitate to get rid
+of you in any way that came first when they found they didn't want you;
+and all I say is you may be thankful you stand where you do at this
+moment."
+
+"You've just had a narrow escape of being drawn into a den of sin and
+iniquity," Mrs. MacDougall added fervently, "and I'm right thankful to
+the Almighty for the good care He's taken of you. I'm sure, sir, you're
+very kind to this erring lass, and I'm right grateful for all your
+goodness."
+
+"Mother," Elsie faltered, hardly daring to frame the question, "where is
+Duncan?"
+
+"He's in the hospital yet," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "He lies in a fair
+way to recover, if no ill turn befalls him, but I doubt me if he'll ever
+be the same laddie again. He's woefully altered, but the Lord has been
+good to him too, and put it into the heart of that poor body they call
+Meg to take him to the hospital, though they had no intention for her to
+do it. May she be rewarded for her charitable deed!"
+
+At this moment the officer came back to say that a cab was ready to take
+them to the station.
+
+"And am I going with you now?" Elsie asked.
+
+"Yes; we'll be getting back to Edinburgh to-night," Mrs. MacDougall
+replied.
+
+They bade the officer good-bye, and drove away. Elsie could hardly
+believe that she was once more free and on her way home. The revulsion
+of feeling was too much; she lay back in the carriage, and sobbed as if
+her heart would break.
+
+"I will no reproach you, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall said, gently, "for I
+ken you're punished enough, but it will do ye no harm to feel
+sore-hearted for all the sorrow you've brought on yoursel and others."
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII.--THE MURDOCHS.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall and Elsie had some time to wait before the night train
+started. They spent it in the waiting-room, Mrs. MacDougall having first
+procured for Elsie as comfortable a tea as her means would allow. To
+Elsie it seemed a perfect feast.
+
+While they are waiting I must take the opportunity of telling all that
+had been found out about the Murdochs, and how they came to take charge
+of the children. Lucy Murdoch had been, as Meg said, quite a poor girl,
+living in one of the miserable closes in which the old town of Edinburgh
+abounds. She was very pretty and clever, but naturally inclined to
+deceit and cunning. When she was about seventeen she went to service,
+but could never keep a place, because she was impertinent, and so fond
+of dressing herself up in fine clothes that she at last began to steal
+things from the ladies she lived with in order to gratify her vanity.
+
+Her friends said she looked like any lady, and this so pleased the vain
+creature that she tried to pass for one wherever she could, giving
+herself great airs in shops she was sent to and when walking out of
+doors. At last it was found that she had been to a shop in Edinburgh and
+ordered some things in the name of a young lady, in whose mother's house
+she had been a servant. After this she disappeared from Edinburgh, and
+her friends saw nothing of her for many years.
+
+When they heard of her again, she was married. She came back dressed as
+a smart lady, and looking and speaking very much like one. She had been
+in London, and had picked up all sorts of fine ways. Her husband was
+just such another as herself: they both disliked honest work, but lived
+by their cunning.
+
+One of their tricks was to go to a grand hotel where there were rich
+people, make the acquaintance of some wealthy lady or gentleman,
+skilfully manage to rob the unsuspicious individuals of any money they
+might have with them, and then depart, letting the suspicion fall on
+some unfortunate servant.
+
+Just before they had met Elsie and Duncan they had been staying at a
+very fashionable resort in the Highlands, where Lucy Murdoch, by her
+dashing manner and profuse liberality, made a great many friends and was
+much admired. There happened to be among the company an Australian
+gentleman just arrived in England, who had brought with him a
+pocket-book full of notes, which he perhaps intended to pay into an
+English bank. The gentleman, being boastful and proud of his money, gave
+broad hints of the wealth he carried with him to Lucy Murdoch and her
+husband, whom he thought very nice people, and so much more friendly to
+a foreigner than the cold, proud English folk usually are. One morning
+the gentleman found his pocket-book gone, notes and all. He came into
+luncheon full of it, pouring out his indignant wrath to his genial
+friends, the Murdochs, who commiserated him, and were as indignant as
+he. One of the waiters was suspected. The wretched man declared that he
+had seen the gentleman, Mr. Halliwell (the name under which the Murdochs
+were then going), coming out of the Australian gentleman's bedroom, that
+he had spoken to him, and that Mr. Halliwell had said that he had made a
+mistake and just gone inside, but had seen directly his error. The man
+was not believed, for there were the Halliwells still staying in the
+hotel, going and coming as freely as could be. The next day they paid
+their bill (a good long one) and went away, bidding their acquaintances
+good-bye, and hoping they should meet in Edinburgh.
+
+After they had gone some way on their journey, Lucy discovered that she
+had lost a letter from one of her bad companions in Edinburgh--no other
+than the man Andrew, who was one of their accomplices. Fearing she might
+have dropped it in the hotel, they made all haste to get to London, but
+their journey was delayed at a certain point by the stupidity of a
+driver, who had undertaken to drive them to Killochrie, but could not
+find the way, the consequence being that they lost their train, and
+would be delayed eight hours.
+
+Now Lucy Murdoch had heard of the missing children, and when she stopped
+Elsie and Duncan to ask them the way, she immediately supposed, from
+what Elsie said, that these were the very ones. Being very clever and
+quick-witted, she saw in a moment she could make use of them to forward
+her own escape. Driving to the nearest town, she purchased black
+ready-made garments, retired to a lonely spot, and dressed herself as a
+widow, smoothing back her curled locks under the close round bonnet.
+Then she went to the children, dressed them in the clothes she had
+bought, walked back to the station, and went on by train to a little
+town some twenty miles off, where she spent the night, her husband
+having gone first to secure a lodging. On the next day they went on to
+Edinburgh under the new name of Donaldson, John Murdoch passing as her
+brother, and the children as her fatherless little ones on their way
+home from school.
+
+Duncan's illness interfered with her plans, and necessitated her seeking
+the help of the man Andrew, while she and her husband went to a
+fashionable hotel. But Lucy Murdoch was not to be daunted. It would do
+just as well to travel to London with one child as two, and even serve
+still further to destroy her identity. So she would have cast Duncan off
+like an old shoe. Elsie's determination made this difficult, but she
+soon devised a plan to get Elsie off by cunning, and leave Duncan
+behind. Although she promised Elsie that Duncan should go to the
+hospital, she had left instructions with Meg that he was to be taken
+back to Andrew's house. Meg, however, took him to the hospital, and said
+(poor ignorant thing) that she had found him ill in the street. When she
+got home she put on her most stupid air, and declared that she didn't
+rightly know what Mrs. Murdoch meant her to do, that she was very sorry
+if she'd done wrong, and hadn't she better go and fetch him back? Andrew
+abused her, but at the hospital the child was left. Poor Meg! she had in
+her a kind heart, and might have been a good, happy girl but for bad
+companions.
+
+The police, however, were on the track of the Murdochs. They had been
+watched from place to place, and evidence collected. When they least
+thought of danger they found themselves lodged in a prison.
+
+Elsie's account greatly helped to prove their guilt. Meg was examined,
+and was found to have known a great deal about their doings; but as she
+was not found guilty of any crime, she was allowed to go free, and
+advised by the magistrate to forsake her old companions, and endeavour
+to live honestly and respectably. A charitable lady afterwards took her
+into a home, being much touched by the account she gave of Duncan's
+illness, and the way she had done what she could to save his life.
+
+John and Lucy Murdoch were sentenced to be imprisoned for a great many
+years. The man Andrew was also severely punished.
+
+What they intended, to do with Elsie was not clear. Duncan they had left
+dangerously ill, without nursing or medical advice. The magistrate
+pointed out to him that they ought to be grateful to Meg, for if the
+child had died they would certainly have been charged with causing his
+death.
+
+Probably they would have left Elsie to a similar fate: unless, indeed,
+they had succeeded in making her one of themselves, in which case she
+would, perhaps, have been tempted to join them in some hideous crime,
+and have ended her days in a prison.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.--BACK HOME AGAIN.
+
+Elsie and her mother travelled all night, and reached Edinburgh early
+the next morning. This time it was only a third-class carriage, crowded
+by very ordinary-looking men and women--a very different journey from
+the one with the wicked "fairy mother;" but the unhappy child, tired out
+with all she had gone through, leant her head against her mother's
+shoulder, and slept through the night with a sweet sense of safety and
+protection to which she had long been a stranger.
+
+They found Duncan still slowly mending, but looking a mere shadow of his
+former bonnie self. Elsie was so overwhelmed at the sight of his poor
+little wasted figure, and cried so bitterly, that the nurse promptly
+ordered her out of the ward.
+
+"Tell Elsie I'm quite well now," he said anxiously to Mrs. MacDougall.
+"She needn't cry, because we are going home; aren't we, mother? You did
+say we might."
+
+"Yes, well all be happy again together soon, little lad," Mrs.
+MacDougall replied.
+
+"Perhaps they hurt Elsie," Duncan continued, still anxious for Elsie.
+"They were bad people, mother;" and the little fellow shuddered.
+
+They were obliged to calm him and turn his thoughts away. One of the
+worst points of his illness had been the fits of terror that came over
+him when a recollection of the Fergusons or the Murdochs passed through
+his brain. It had been feared that his mind was seriously affected by
+the fright he had undergone.
+
+He was not yet fit to be moved, so Mrs. MacDougall decided to take Elsie
+home, and come again to fetch Duncan when he was ready to leave, as she
+had barely money enough left to take her to Dunster. Duncan was,
+however, convalescent, and in a fair way of recovering.
+
+It was only now that Mrs. MacDougall, the more pressing cares of her
+mind relieved, had time to remember Elsie's curious statement before the
+magistrates. "What did you mean, child, by saying that you didn't
+rightly know your own name?" she asked. "Surely you were dazed with the
+strange faces all round you. I feared you had lost your reason."
+
+Elsie hung her head sheepishly. Although she had heard nothing from
+any one on the subject, she had somehow a conviction in her mind that
+she had been very silly. It was easy to talk grandly to Duncan, but
+quite a different thing to tell the story to Mrs. MacDougall.
+
+"I don't know. I did think that perhaps me and Duncan were the babies of
+Aunt Nannie's what Uncle Grosvenor sent you to take care of," Elsie
+stammered, growing very red.
+
+"Good patience, child! What do you know about your aunt Nannie's
+babies?" Mrs. MacDougall exclaimed, in amazement. "Who have been
+tattling to you about what don't concern them?"
+
+"Then we _are_ those babies!" Elsie cried, with a flash of excitement.
+
+"You!" cried Mrs. MacDougall; "that you are not. What could make you
+think such a thing? Whoever told you so much--an' I reckon your foolish
+old grannie was the person--might as well have told the whole story,
+which, however, it was my great wish should be kept quite a secret.
+Robbie was your poor Aunt Nannie's bairn."
+
+"Robbie!" Elsie exclaimed, slowly; "but there were two babies, mother."
+
+"There were twin babies, but one died the next day after it reached me,
+poor bairn. It was a girl baby, and the one the father took an interest
+in; but it died, and he cared little or nothing about Robbie, so I kept
+him my own self, for he was but a poor little lad, and could no bear a
+rough life. Often I've been tempted to let the child go back to his own
+flesh and blood, but I hadn't the heart, knowing there was none that
+would look after him with the care he needed."
+
+"Is Robbie better than we are, mother?" Elsie asked, with the old
+jealousy cropping up once more. "Uncle Grosvenor is a grand laird, is he
+not?"
+
+[Illustration: "ROBBIE WAITED ON HIM" (_p. 329_).]
+
+Mrs. MacDougall laughed. "He's just a well-to-do tradesman, though he
+had mighty fine airs when he used to come to Dunster; but I never liked
+the looks of him. He broke his poor wife's heart, and never believed it
+till she lay dead, and then he was sorry, and tried to make some amends.
+He was a bit touched when he saw his motherless bairns, and did a kind
+deed when he sent them to me; but he soon grew blithe and gay again, and
+troubled his head no more. I've never heard from him from that day to
+this, except that he sends me payment for the babies still. He doesn't
+even know that the little one died, for he has never written; and I
+don't know where he is; but any day he may come, and just take it into
+his head to fetch poor Nannie's bairn away from me: but I hope he won't,
+for now that he's married again and has many children, as I am told,
+poor Robbie will be ill-welcomed among them."
+
+What a different tale this was from the one Elsie had concocted in her
+own mind! How utterly foolish and ashamed she was feeling. She would
+tell all, and would so ease her mind.
+
+"Mother," she said, speaking quickly, "it was all through a letter I
+picked up and read, and because I always thought Robbie was your
+favourite more than me and Duncan. I thought he must be your little boy,
+and that we were not. You did buy Robbie more things, and never sent him
+for the milk."
+
+"Ye're right enough, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall said, with a sigh. "There's
+many a time, when I've been sore pressed, I've been tempted to take the
+money that Robbie's father sent to buy the clothes you and Duncan were
+in need of; but I've always stood against it, and never spent a penny of
+that money for any other purpose than the right one, and I've taken
+care of the child more jealously than if he was my own. But the Evil One
+himself must have put it in your heart to be jealous of that poor little
+lad. With all my care, I doubt that he'll ever see manhood. And as for
+the letter, I think I know the one you mean. If you found it, you'd no
+call to read it."
+
+"But I read it, and I kept it," Elsie confessed, seeing that her mother
+had quite failed to comprehend all that she had tried to tell her. "It
+was for that I wanted to run away--to go and find who I thought was our
+own father--and I took Duncan with me. I thought it would be easy. I
+didn't mean to hurt Duncan."
+
+"I will be no harsh to you, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall said, sorrowfully.
+"It's a sore thing for a mother to think of; but God has taught you His
+lesson in His own way. I doubt you'll never do the like again."
+
+It was only by degrees that Mrs. MacDougall heard the whole history of
+the children's wanderings, or Elsie fully understood the terrible
+dangers to which she had, by her own act, willingly exposed herself and
+Duncan. Never had she fully realised what the word "home" meant until
+returning to it, after having been homeless, lonely, and outcast, she
+was received with the glad welcome that no one else in all the wide
+world would have extended to her.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall was, like many of her race, a woman of few words, and
+not given to demonstrations of affection, yet with a deeply-rooted,
+fervent feeling of attachment to her own flesh and blood that nothing
+could destroy, that was only equalled by her strong sense of religious
+duty. In that terrible week of suspense, when she received no tidings of
+the missing children, her hair had become grey, and her face aged by
+many years. In seeking them out, she had spent unhesitatingly the
+hardly-scraped savings of years, laid by for the decent burying of her
+old mother and herself. These facts spoke more strongly than words. Even
+Elsie knew well enough the terrible degradation an honest, respectable
+Scottish woman would feel it that any of her birth and kin should fall
+upon the charity of strangers.
+
+Elsie had been ever a tiresome child. She was what people call
+clever--that is to say, she had from an early age the power of thinking
+for herself, and forming her own ideas on many subjects. This very
+activity of brain often overwhelmed the better feelings of her heart,
+which was not really bad. It was her own supposed cleverness that had
+led her into such a grievous error concerning that unfortunate letter
+she had found, her restless curiosity that had led her into the
+temptation of reading it, whereas Duncan's slower brain would have
+allowed his heart time to speak its protest against an action that he
+had been trained to regard as mean and dishonourable. Cleverness is a
+dangerous gift, apt to lead into very stray paths, unless there is firm
+principle to weigh it. Lucy Murdoch was extremely clever. Better for her
+to have been without one talent than to have used all ten to her own
+utter ruin.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall gave Elsie no bitter reproaches. She explained to her
+how grievous a sin she had committed, and what sorrow she had brought on
+those who had always shown her the truest kindness. She would allow no
+one to speak to Elsie about it, except the good old minister at the
+manse, who had known her from her birth. Farmer Jarrett greatly desired
+to give her a good talking to, but Mrs. MacDougall said, in her true
+Scottish fashion, "Nay, neighbour; the Lord had pointed His own moral,
+an' we can no better it. She has the little brother she loves always
+before her eyes to warn her." And this was true enough. Duncan had never
+recovered the effects of the fever. He seemed to have lost all his old
+robustness and vigour, taking little interest in anything, only caring
+to sit quiet and undisturbed before the fire. No words could have
+affected her more than that most pitiful sight. Mrs. MacDougall often
+caught Elsie's eyes fixed on the child with a wistful, sorrowful
+expression. She and Robbie waited on him continually, with patient
+unfailing tenderness, and both the children vied with each other as to
+who could be the more kind and thoughtful for him.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall from that time changed her treatment of Robbie, and
+moreover, explained to all three children the circumstances of his
+birth. She believed that she had erred in practising even this
+well-meant deceit, intended for the good both of Robbie and her own two
+children, which had, however, resulted in the very jealousy she had
+tried to prevent. Robbie benefited by the change, and was certainly far
+happier. He grew less babyish--stronger both in mind and body. The old
+jealousy died away, and Elsie liked him far better as a cousin--yet
+treated in every way like herself--than she had done as a brother.
+
+For several years no one dared to mention in Duncan's presence the sad
+experience he had lived through. His terror and excitement were so
+intense at the mere recollection of it, that the utmost care was
+necessary. He could never go out alone, for if he met a person who
+seemed to his morbid fancy to resemble either of the Fergusons or the
+Murdochs, his shuddering fear was shocking to witness. He and Robbie had
+quite changed places. It was he now who needed all the anxious,
+watchful care that in former days Elsie would have called petting.
+
+If no one reproached her, it is certain she reproached herself, more and
+more bitterly as she grew older, and understood how grave a misfortune
+she had brought upon Duncan, the one person she was most fond of in this
+world. She had turned his very trust in her into the means of
+sacrificing him. Sometimes she was so tortured by this thought that she
+could hardly bear it. "I will never leave him as long as I live," she
+often said to herself, as a sort of reparation for what he had suffered.
+"I will take care of him till I die."
+
+But there is a hope that in course of time, after he has passed the
+years of boyhood, he may recover his old strength, and in this hope
+Elsie lives.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE PAPERS FOR LITTLE ART WORKERS.
+
+IVORY MINIATURE PAINTING.
+
+
+We all know the beautiful miniatures that grandmammas count as some of
+their greatest treasures, mementoes of the friends of long ago. Some of
+those little bits of ivory are now worth, over and over again, their
+weight in gold. The names of Nicholas Hilliard, Isaac and Peter Oliver,
+Samuel Cooper, Nathaniel Hone, and Richard Cosway, are well-known in
+connection with the art of Miniature Painting. Photography now
+supersedes all other modes of taking portraits on a small scale on
+account of its rapidity, but no photograph, however carefully coloured,
+ever did, or ever will, equal the exquisite little gems left to us by
+the men we have reason to honour whose names I have mentioned already. I
+should, for my part, be glad to see the art, which has never gone quite
+out of fashion, restored to its old popularity.
+
+The choice of a good piece of ivory is important. You can get the pieces
+of various sizes from any good artist's colourman, and you must look out
+for one that has as little grain as possible in the centre, because the
+space the face will occupy should be free from streaks that would be
+detrimental to the painting. The remainder of the ivory is not of so
+much consequence, as in representing the drapery and background the
+grain can generally be hidden. Large sizes can be obtained, but I should
+not advise you to begin on one of them; a piece about 3-1/2 in. by 4-3/4
+in. does very well for a first attempt. Ivory can be cut with a pair of
+scissors, but it is a risky operation, and it is far better to get a
+professional worker to cut it for you if you need the shape or size
+altered; then, too, if you want an oval shape you will be pretty sure to
+get a true oval, which very possibly you could not manage yourself. Red
+sable brushes are used, and you should select those that will come to a
+good point. You will not require more than three or four, a medium size
+for washes, a smaller for stippling, and a very fine one for
+finishing-touches. An oval china palette is also needed; the small slabs
+sold in ordinary paintboxes are not serviceable for miniature painting,
+as many colours and tints are necessary. Use the best water-colours if
+you wish to succeed, and you will find those in pans or half pans are
+preferable to the dry cakes, as time is not spent in rubbing them down.
+These are the most useful colours:--Cobalt, French ultra, Prussian blue,
+carmine, or pink madder, Indian red, vermilion, light red, sepia, burnt
+umber, burnt sienna, Indian yellow, yellow ochre, ivory black, and
+Chinese white. I do not consider more than these requisite for an
+ordinary palette. Then you must have a firm drawing-board, and a bottle
+of clear strong gum. Some pieces of old linen should be kept at hand for
+cleaning the palette; if anything else be used for the purpose fluffy
+particles will be left on it that will get mixed up with the colours,
+and that we must do all in our power to avoid. I want to impress upon
+you the importance of choosing a good light for your work; for one
+reason you cannot get the delicate tints which are the great charm of
+ivory miniature painting if you sit in a bad position for seeing well;
+and for a second reason the work is so fine that there is the danger of
+trying your eyes too much if you are not careful in this respect.
+
+You must never continue the work if your eyes feel tired. Some person's
+eyesight is so much stronger than that of others that you must judge for
+yourselves whether or no it is harmful to you to produce such fine
+paintings. It is best to sketch the portrait first correctly on paper;
+not many amateurs will be able to do it direct on the ivory without some
+guide, and as few alterations as possible must be made on the ivory. If
+the sketch be tolerably dark it may be laid beneath the ivory, and so
+traced off with a brush filled with light red. It is far easier, of
+course, to work from a photograph; if you do this you need only to place
+the ivory over it, and thus you have the features, and the principal
+folds of the dress, ready to mark off with the brush on the
+semi-transparent ground. You must be so very careful not to let the
+ivory slip in the faintest degree out of place, or the likeness will
+sure to prove a failure.
+
+When you have all the principal points clearly defined, fix it by
+gumming it at the top to a square of writing-paper, which must be white.
+At the back of this lay three or four more squares of paper, until the
+ivory thus mounted looks opaque. Bristol board is used sometimes instead
+of paper, but it is liable to warp when exposed to heat. The ivory must
+only be gummed at the top, for if gum were allowed to run under the face
+the flesh-tints would be darkened; the papers also must be gummed
+together at the top, and they should be somewhat larger than the ivory.
+It must be placed aside until dry pressed in a book with a piece of
+clean paper over it. Lay on the first flesh-tint evenly with a large
+brush, leaving the whites of the eyes untouched. Light red, or Venetian
+red, to which the slightest touch of yellow has been added, forms a good
+tint to work upon; for dark complexion a little more yellow will be
+requisite.
+
+When the right depth of colour in the lights of the face is properly
+secured, the shadows may be put in with a good-sized brush. It is a
+great mistake ever to use very small brushes when larger ones can be
+equally well employed. In every style of painting we should strive to
+work as far as possible in a broad manner, and large brushes help us to
+do this. So, too, we should whenever practicable lay on our colours in
+washes; if we begin with stippling our drawings they will be "niggling,"
+and will be sure to look poor and "spotty." The shadows differ in shape
+and in colour on all faces, and to render these accurately is by no
+means an unimportant part of taking a likeness; the expression depends
+greatly upon the shadows, and we need to study nature closely if we
+would represent all the delicate gradations faithfully. As a shadow
+colour, cobalt, Venetian red, carmine or pink madder, and a suspicion of
+yellow, will make a good foundation; but the tint must be varied as
+occasion demands. Under the eyes, the shadows are blueish, whilst those
+under the eyebrows and nostrils are warm in tint; Indian red serves well
+for warming shadows. Beginners will very probably fear to lay in the
+shadows too strongly, but when they see the effect produced, they are
+likely to go to the opposite extreme and smear in the shadows heavily
+for the sake of giving character to the likeness. The happy medium is
+what we must strive to secure; we do not want our paintings to be weak,
+but neither do we want them "dirty" in tone. The shadows on the throat
+should be rather grey, but not so much so as to appear livid and
+unnatural; here light red and cobalt will predominate. On the neck they
+will be of a soft blue tone. They must all be clearly washed in without
+reaching too far into the lights, as lights and shadows must
+subsequently be softened into each other with the lovely demi-tints that
+afford the pearl-like appearance of the natural clear complexion. These
+half tints are formed of cobalt and light red, or of French ultra and
+carmine; pink madder may take the place of carmine if preferred, for
+though not so brilliant it is more lasting. A fair child's complexion
+will require more vermilion and less carmine than that of an adult. To
+keep the form of the lips true to nature is another point that demands
+our strictest attention. Blue eyes are put in with cobalt, toned with
+shadow colour; grey, with a mixture of blue and red. There are many
+varieties of shade in brown eyes, and you must find out by experiment
+what is best to use for them, as you may have, at one time or another,
+to depict hazel, chestnut, and deep brown eyes that are called black.
+You will find burnt terra sienna and shadow colour useful, and in the
+case of the darkest brown shade, the employment of lake and sepia will
+be necessary. The pupil is put in with sepia.
+
+On no account must black be used in painting the eyes. Now we come to
+the eyebrows and eyelashes. These are of the same colour as the hair,
+but usually darker in tint. Do not try to make out the separate hairs,
+or hardness, which is very undesirable, will ensue. Sometimes in
+finishing the eyelashes you will improve them with a few fine strokes
+after the wash of colour is laid on. The hair must be painted broadly in
+large masses, and its natural fall on the forehead, its tendency to curl
+or wave, must be truly rendered. For black hair use neutral tint, and a
+little indigo for the lights; for the local colour, indigo, lake, and
+gamboge. For brown hair, sepia, but should it be very dark add a little
+lake. Burnt umber will give a beautiful chestnut brown if mixed with
+lake modified with sepia. No part of a miniature should be finished off
+until all the rest is close to completion; for one colour affects
+another considerably when they are placed side by side, and so it is
+impossible to judge of the strength of a tint until all its surroundings
+are brought near to an equal state of finish. Select a colour for the
+drapery that will suit the complexion and hair; one that will heighten
+the effect of each, and produce a pleasing harmony. Nothing is more
+charming than white for a young girl, who possesses a fair complexion;
+the ivory itself forms a soft creamy white ground that needs only the
+shadows and reflections to be thrown in, and a little Chinese white is
+employed for the lights. If the dress is coloured you should manage to
+introduce some white lace around the throat. Black velvet is also
+extremely becoming; the lights are put in with Chinese white.
+
+Brilliant colours for draperies should always be avoided, as there is so
+little space in a miniature to be given to the accessories that they
+must be kept low in tone if they are to be subordinate to the likeness.
+A small quantity of gum is required in the background, and in the
+draperies just a drop is mixed in with the colours for finishing off the
+dress. The harmony of the whole will depend greatly on the tint chosen
+for the background. It may be as dark as you like, only you must not let
+it be heavy. A neutral tint of grey or brown is easy for a beginner to
+manage, and a warm red-brown is admirable for the purpose. A soft blue
+sky with fleecy-white clouds makes the best background for a fair girl
+in a white dress. Wash in the background colour to the desired strength,
+then stipple it to get it smooth.
+
+With a few general remarks I must end these suggestions. "Stippling" is
+the filling in with a small brush, but not too fine, of any spaces left
+when the colour is washed in. The polished surface of the ivory will not
+take the wash as paper does, and it requires a great deal of working up
+before it appears level and smooth. Any touches may be put in with a
+trifle of gum added to the colour. You will use sepia for the dark
+touches on the eyebrows and eyelashes, carmine and sepia for those about
+the mouth and nostrils. The spot of white in the eye must not be
+forgotten. The lights are always left, not taken out afterwards. Any
+hairs that may be found on the ivory after a tint is washed in must be
+removed with a needle or the extreme point of a clean brush. Lay in your
+colours with decision, and always try as far as you possibly can to work
+in a broad free style.
+
+
+
+
+FAITHFUL TO HER TRUST.
+
+
+Far away in the mountains of Westmoreland there is a lonely ravine
+called Far Easedale, and here was once a cottage called Blentarn Ghyll,
+where a man named Green once lived with his wife and six children.
+
+One day George Green and his wife went to a sale of furniture at
+Grasmere. Before starting they spoke kindly to their eldest girl Agnes,
+who was then only nine years old, and begged her to take special care of
+all her little brothers and sisters.
+
+"We shall be home to-night, dear," said Mrs. Green, "but you'll be a
+little mother to them whilst we are away, won't you?"
+
+Agnes promised gaily, thinking it would be rather fun to be left in
+charge.
+
+All went well till towards evening, when a terrible snow-storm came on.
+The white flakes fell so fast that the door was blocked up; worse than
+this, the snow made its way through the windows.
+
+Having put the baby to bed, Agnes and the other children sat up till
+midnight, hoping that their parents would come, but not a sound was
+heard, as the snow fell silently thicker and thicker.
+
+In the morning the snow had stopped falling, but it lay so deep that
+Agnes dared not venture out.
+
+The children were miserable, and Agnes, child as she was herself, forgot
+her own trouble in trying to cheer and comfort them. Then she boiled
+what milk there was in the house, to prevent its turning sour, and made
+some porridge for breakfast, eating very little herself, for she feared
+the little stock of meal might fail.
+
+After breakfast she asked her two brothers to help her cut a way from
+the door to the shed where the peat was kept, and they carried in as
+much as they could. Then they closed the door till night came and they
+forgot their troubles in sleep.
+
+The next day a strong wind had blown away so much snow that Agnes
+determined to try to find her way to Grasmere. It was a difficult task,
+for there were brooks to cross; but the brave girl was urged on by the
+memory of the little ones she had left behind, and made her way there.
+
+Here she found that her father and mother had started for home on the
+first night. As they had not since been heard of, she had little doubt
+that they must have fallen into some hole or brook and have perished in
+the snow.
+
+Still faithful to her trust, the poor child returned to the cottage,
+where she carefully watched over her brothers and sisters, until kind
+friends found new homes for the little orphans.
+
+E. M. W.
+
+
+
+
+A MORNING VISIT.
+
+[Illustration: "AND AT LAST NURSE SAYS I MAY CARRY UP HER MORNING
+TEA."]
+
+  Darling mother! not to see her
+    For a whole week and a day!
+  It was hard; but she is better,
+    And at last nurse says I may
+  Carry up her morning tea.
+
+  Only one wee, tiny minute
+    Must I wait to kiss her cheek,
+  And to whisper how I missed her
+    Every day this long, long week,
+  And to ask if she missed me.
+
+  Often, while they thought me sleeping,
+    Did I lie an hour and more,
+  Crying--when the house was quiet--
+    Softly at her bedroom door,
+  Where she could not hear nor see.
+
+  Oh, it was so dull without her!
+    Every one was grave and sad;
+  But I think, now she is better,
+    Even the little birds look glad
+  As they hop from tree to tree.
+
+MAGGIE MACDONALD.
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO SEA IN A CAGE.
+
+AN OLD SAILOR'S STORY.
+
+
+Aye, aye, sir! I've seen a good many queer things in my time, sure
+enough; but the queerest thing I ever saw was a bit of work aboard the
+old _Mermaid_, when we were homeward bound from Hong Kong and Singapore.
+Would you like to hear the story? Well, then, if you'll just come to an
+anchor for a minute or two on this coil of rope, I'll tell you all about
+it.
+
+The very first day out from Hong Kong I took notice of one young lady,
+who was lying on a kind of basket-work sofa, on the sunny side of the
+poop-deck. She had the sweetest face I ever saw, but it went to my heart
+to see how thin and pale she looked. And well she might, poor thing! for
+it seems she had something wrong with her back, so as she couldn't walk
+or stand up, or anything; and she was going to England to see some great
+doctor or other, and try if _he_ could cure her.
+
+All the passengers were very good to her, I will say _that_ for 'em; and
+as for us blue-jackets, every man Jack of us would have jumped overboard
+only to please her, when once we knew how it was. But she was too weak
+to talk or read much, and the chief thing she had to amuse her was a
+little grey Java sparrow, which she had with her in a cage. Whenever she
+came on deck, the bird's cage was brought up too, and put close beside
+her; and it was Bob Wilkins, the pantry-boy, who always had the carrying
+of it.
+
+It was a pretty little thing that bird was, and as sensible as any man;
+fact, it was a deal more sensible than many men that _I_'ve met. When
+she had a headache (and terrible headaches she used to have, poor lass)
+that bird would be as quiet as a mouse. But when she was well enough to
+stand it, she'd have the cage brought to her, and open it with her own
+hands, and out the little fellow would pop, and flutter on to her
+shoulder, and eat out of her hand, just as natural as could be. And then
+she used to stroke its feathers with her poor thin fingers and smile
+such a strange, sad kind of smile, that many a time I've had to go away
+in a hurry for fear I should cry outright; and I can tell you I wasn't
+the only one, neither.
+
+But fond as we all were of that bird, there was somebody else that was
+fonder still, and that was the captain's big tortoise-shell cat: and to
+see the way it kept its eye on that Java sparrow, and watched for a
+chance to get hold of it! you never saw the like.
+
+Well, the captain was a kind man, and didn't want to hurt the poor cat,
+specially as it was a great pet of his wife's; so he tied it up to keep
+it out of mischief. But of course it took and squalled all night, till
+nobody could sleep a wink for the noise, and he had to let it loose
+again. So then he says to me--
+
+"Thompson," says he, "just keep your eye on that cat, and if it ever
+comes on to the poop-deck, drive it off again."
+
+"Aye, aye, sir," says I, and I kept a bright lookout, sure enough. But
+one day that cat _was_ too sharp for me, after all.
+
+It was getting towards afternoon, on our second day from Port Said, and
+Miss Ashton was lying on her couch on the poop-deck, with her bird's
+cage hanging from one of the lashings of the awning, close beside her.
+I'd just been down to fetch our third officer's telescope; and as I came
+up again, something brushed past me. I saw the cat spring up at the
+cage, the cord snapped, and down went bird, cage, cat, and all,
+slap-dash into the sea!
+
+The next moment there came a big splash, and there was our pantry-boy,
+Bob Wilkins (the one that used always to carry the cage up on deck, you
+know), overboard after 'em. And as if that wasn't enough, Bill Harris
+the carpenter (who was a special chum of Bob's, and happened to be
+standing by at the time) catches hold of a life-buoy, and overboard _he_
+goes too. So there they all were, the cat after the bird, Bob after the
+cat, and Bill Harris after Bob.
+
+"Man overboard!" sang out half a dozen of us.
+
+"Stop her!" cried the first officer. "Stand by to lower the boat! Cast
+off the gripes! let go the davit-tackle!"
+
+You should have seen how quick that boat was lowered, and how the men
+made her fly along! When we picked 'em up, (though they were a long way
+astern by this time) Bill was clinging to the life-buoy, and Bob had got
+hold of it with one hand and the cage with the other. The bird was
+fluttering about and looking precious scared, as if he didn't like going
+to sea in a cage; and the cat was sitting on Bill's shoulder, and
+holding on with every claw he had. The passengers sent round the hat for
+Bob Wilkins, and a pretty deal of money they got; but I can promise you
+he thought more of the thanks Miss Ashton gave him for the job than of
+all the money twice over.
+
+But I was just going to leave out the best part of the whole story. They
+say it's "an ill wind that blows nobody good," and so it came out that
+time, sure enough. When the young lady saw Bob jump overboard, and
+thought he was going to be drowned in trying to save her bird, it gave
+her such a fright, that _she_, who couldn't even sit up without help,
+jumped right up on her feet and looked over the side after him! Well,
+sir, from that day forth, to the end of her voyage, she was always
+better able to move than before; and the great London doctor who cured
+her afterward (for she was cured at last) said that "nervous shock," as
+he called it, had been the saving of her, and that he'd had just such
+another case already. Now, that's as true as I sit here; and if you
+don't believe it, here comes Bob Wilkins, and you can ask him.
+
+DAVID KER.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--XII.
+
+_By_ PHILLIS BROWNE, _Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls Can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+Many were the consultations which Margaret and Mary held together trying
+to decide what was to be made at the last Cookery lesson. The last
+lesson! something wonderful must be accomplished; but what was it to
+be?--that was the question. Margaret felt as if she should like to take
+advice on the subject.
+
+"What should you make if you were going to cook something, and were
+allowed to choose for yourself?" she asked her friend, Rosy Williams.
+
+"I should make some toffee," said Rosy.
+
+Toffee! Margaret had never thought of it, but of course it was the very
+thing. She had been picturing to herself roasts and broils, and stews
+and soups, but toffee was worth everything of the sort put together. If
+only Mary would agree.
+
+Mary was like Rosy, however: she decided instantly.
+
+"And, as it must surely be very easy, why should we not try to make it
+by ourselves, without mother?" said Margaret. "We might get to know how,
+and then do it without any help at all."
+
+"Of course you might," said Rosy. "After all the lessons in cookery you
+have had, I should think you could make a little toffee. Toffee is so
+easy to do. If you think I could help, I should be very glad to come: if
+Mrs. Herbert would let me."
+
+"Thank you!" said Margaret; "you are kind."
+
+"My brother Tom could come too," continued Rosy. "Tom is very clever at
+making toffee; he is quite accustomed to it. Whenever cook goes out for
+a holiday Tom makes toffee."
+
+So Margaret asked her mother to consent. At first Mrs. Herbert looked
+rather doubtful; then she glanced at the eager little faces looking up
+at her, and she smiled. The children at once clapped their hands. They
+knew what the smile meant.
+
+"Yes, dears, I think you may do as you wish. Only promise that you will
+be careful not to burn yourselves. There is one thing in our favour:
+toffee is best made over a slow fire, so there will be less danger. You
+can make your toffee this afternoon if you wish, and I will tell cook to
+put everything ready for you."
+
+Punctually at the time appointed Rosy and her obliging brother Tom
+appeared, and all the children went off to the kitchen, Tom taking the
+place of master of the ceremonies.
+
+"We shall want a simple brass pan," he said. "Yes, that is just the
+kind," he added, as cook handed to him a small saucepan, which was so
+bright inside that it shone like gold. "Now we must weigh out a quarter
+of a pound of butter, let that melt, then put in half a pound of raw
+sugar and half a pound of treacle. We stir this over the fire, and when
+it has boiled a little we add two table-spoonfuls of vinegar, and keep
+on boiling till it is ready."
+
+"That is very easy," said Mary. "Shall I weigh the butter?"
+
+"Yes," said Tom. "You weigh the butter, I will weigh the sugar, Rosy the
+treacle, and Margaret measure the vinegar. It is such an advantage to
+have so many helpers; we get the work done so quickly. There is a
+proverb which says 'Many hands make light work.' It is quite true."
+
+"How clever your brother is, Rosy!" said Margaret.
+
+"Please, had we better not divide the work, then?" said Mary, "and take
+it in turns to stir?"
+
+"Yes, we will stir by the clock: six minutes each."
+
+"Who is to begin?"
+
+"Shall I begin, as I understand how to do it? Then Margaret can follow,
+then Mary, then Rosy."
+
+"But how shall we know when it is boiled enough?" said Margaret.
+
+"That is just what I was going to tell you. We cannot say exactly how
+long it has to boil, but we must try it. When a little of the toffee
+which has been dropped into a cup of cold water makes a crackling
+sound, or breaks clean between the teeth without sticking to them, the
+toffee is done."
+
+"Which of us is to try whether it is done, though?" said Margaret.
+
+"As we are all going to make the toffee, I should say we had better all
+try it. We can have four cups of water and four spoons, can't we,
+Margaret?"
+
+"Oh, yes!" replied Margaret. "Will you fetch them please, Mary?"
+
+Mary went off as requested, but she was away so long that Tom and
+Margaret had finished stirring, and they were ready for her to take the
+spoon when she returned, looking hot and excited, but bearing the four
+cups of water and four spoons on a tray.
+
+"Aunt Bridget wouldn't let me have four cups at first," she remarked on
+entering: "she said it was too many; but I got them at last."
+
+"That's right," said Tom. "Shall we try if the toffee is nearly ready?"
+
+"We had better not try too soon, because if four of us taste very often,
+we shall eat so much before it is ready that there will be very little
+to divide after it is ready."
+
+"Quite true," said Tom; while Mary stirred enthusiastically until her
+six minutes were gone.
+
+"Now for my turn," said Rosy.
+
+"I think we had better try whether it is done enough yet," said Tom.
+
+"Tom, how unkind you are!" said Rosy. "Everybody has stirred but me, and
+just as my turn has come you want to try it. Besides, how can I try it
+when I am stirring?"
+
+"Very well, we will wait," said Tom good-naturedly. "Don't cry, Rosy;"
+and Rosy's face brightened, while all the children watched the spoon as
+it went round and round, while the toffee gradually became darker and
+darker in colour, and an odour more strong than agreeable filled the
+kitchen.
+
+At length the hand of the clock reached the point which marked Rosy's
+six minutes. All four cups were brought forward, all four spoons were
+dipped into the foaming liquid, and then emptied into the water. The
+toffee fell to the bottom in a dark cake, which hardened almost
+instantly, and which, when broken between the teeth, snapped without
+sticking at all, and tasted--ugh!
+
+At this moment Mrs. Herbert appeared.
+
+"I am afraid you are letting the toffee burn," she said; "we can smell
+it all over the house."
+
+"It is rather burnt," said Tom.
+
+"It does not taste so badly, though," said Margaret.
+
+"Very likely we shall not taste the burnt part so much when it is cool,"
+said Rosy.
+
+"I am afraid you will have to throw the toffee away, my dears. It is
+sadly burnt."
+
+"Oh, no, no!" said all the children at once.
+
+"I thought we should have done better as there were four of us," said
+Margaret.
+
+"Perhaps, after all, it is not an advantage to have so many helpers,"
+said Tom.
+
+"At any rate," said Mrs. Herbert; "you will have proved the truth of the
+proverb, 'Too many cooks spoil the broth'--I mean the toffee. And after
+all, in cookery, as in other things, nothing teaches like failure which
+is made the most of."
+
+"Never mind, Mary," whispered Margaret, as the burnt toffee was carried
+off to cool. "We have made a good many excellent dishes when we two were
+the only cooks, and mother was the teacher; we will try toffee again
+another day, when we are by ourselves."
+
+On that occasion I think we may perhaps venture to predict that the
+toffee will be a greater success.
+
+
+
+
+THE RIVAL MOTHERS.
+
+
+[Illustration: MEASURING THE BABIES. (_See p. 337._)]
+
+  Said Mistress Bear to Mistress Fox,
+    "Your girl is very small."
+  Quoth Mistress Fox, "It is not so;
+    Your boy is not so tall."
+
+  "My boy is tall and sturdy too,"
+    Cried Mistress Bear with ire;
+  "And he's a handsome little lad,
+    The image of his sire."
+
+  "His sire! Ha, ha! why, all the world
+    Says, 'Ugly as a bear.'"
+  The very trees with laughter shook,
+    As thus they wrangled there.
+
+  "Ho, ho! dear ladies, what's the fuss?"
+    Two waggish bears stray'd by.
+  The gentle mothers told their tale,
+    A tear-drop in each eye.
+
+  "Call here the foxes," and they came.
+    One was an ancient sage.
+  "Now place the young folk back to back,
+    And simply state their age."
+
+  The dames obey'd, the infants laugh'd;
+    Spoke he, Reynard so wise,
+  "'Tis useless; size and beauty lie
+    In love's fond, partial eyes."
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+SAVED BY A DREAM.
+
+
+The sun shone brightly down upon the pretty village of Bethlehem, as,
+from the top of the hill on which it stood, it overlooked the smiling
+fields below. And how peaceful all looked, carrying one's thoughts back
+to the old times, when the loving and gentle Ruth, who had come with her
+bereaved mother-in-law, to cast in her lot with the people of God, went
+after the gleaners in the fields of Boaz, and humbly picked up the ears
+of corn, that were so considerately dropped for her! How greatly she was
+afterwards blessed, and what an abundant reward was hers!
+
+There in that very neighbourhood her great-grandson David quietly tended
+his sheep, and, in sweetest strains, lifted up his voice, in love and
+gratitude, to the Great Shepherd in the heavens. What a peaceful life he
+led amongst his beloved flock! And how his careful tending of his sheep
+prepared him for that higher care which he was to take of God's chosen
+people! And how, ages afterwards, when some other peaceful shepherds
+were watching over their flocks by night, a wondrous light shone round
+about them, and a bright angel told them the good tidings of great joy
+which should be to all people! How to their astonished gaze, there
+suddenly appeared a whole host of beauteous beings, praising God for His
+love and mercy to mankind, and filling the whole expanse of heaven with
+melody sweeter than the sweetest ever before heard upon earth!
+
+How, too, only one mile from where the shepherds lay, a happy mother
+gazed long and tenderly on the face of her newly-born child, who was to
+be called "The Son of the Highest," who was to take away the sins of the
+world, and have given to Him the throne of His father David! And those
+Wise Men, too, that had come from the far East--how they rejoiced when
+they saw the bright star that had guided them to the land of the Jews
+re-appear and twinkle over the lowly place where the heavenly Babe lay!
+What praise and thanksgiving went up from their grateful hearts, as they
+looked upon the child-face that they had travelled day and night to see!
+
+Truly, it seemed as if, since the days of the fair and virtuous Ruth,
+the blessing of God had rested upon that peaceful village, that had come
+to be called "the city of David," and as if no sorrow was ever to visit
+its soft green fields.
+
+But, as if to draw our thoughts upwards, there is no spot on earth to
+which, at some time or other, sorrow does not come; and the hitherto
+peaceful Bethlehem was to have its full share.
+
+A wicked king sat on the throne of Judća, whom nobody loved and many
+abhorred. He was an old man, and terribly afflicted; and his temper,
+which was always ferocious, had become more dreadful than that of the
+wildest lion that had ever rushed up from the swelling of the Jordan.
+
+His father, Antipater, was an Idumćan, and a servitor in the temple of
+Apollo at Ascalon, whilst his mother, Cypros, was an Arabian. He,
+therefore, belonged to the despised Ishmaelites and the hated Edomites;
+and the Jews were by no means inclined to look favourably upon him. To
+please them he professed to follow their religion, but he was not a Jew
+at heart. He trampled upon their feelings and prejudices, and leaned to
+the side of the Romans; and they, therefore, mistrusted him, and longed
+for the time when they should be freed from his misrule.
+
+He had rebuilt their temple, and made it the most noble and magnificent
+building on the face of the earth; and they gloried in seeing its white
+marble pinnacles and golden roof glittering in the sunshine. For nine
+years he had constantly employed 18,000 men in its re-erection, and for
+upwards of thirty years more he had kept adding to its embellishments,
+till for grandeur and costliness it stood unrivalled. But when it was
+completed he set up over its chief gate the golden eagle of the Romans,
+and at the sight of that abhorred ensign all their gratitude fled,
+giving place to bitter resentment.
+
+He married Jewish women, which was a compliment to their race; but his
+unjust and cruel treatment of them roused up all their worst feelings,
+and made them regard him for ever as an enemy.
+
+The beautiful and virtuous Mariamne, who belonged to the Maccabees, the
+noblest of their families, he, in a cruel fit of jealousy, ordered to be
+put to death. Her brother, the youthful Aristobulus, who was
+High-priest, he caused to be drowned before his eyes in pretended sport.
+Her grandfather, the aged Hyrcanus, who had once saved the life of
+Herod, when threatened by the Sanhedrin, he sent tottering to his death.
+Her mother, Alexandra, fell a victim to his frenzy, and her two
+sons,--Alexander and Aristobulus, when they were grown up, and had wives
+and children dependent upon them, he ordered to be strangled in prison,
+the chief crime of all these being, that they were justly esteemed and
+beloved by the Jews.
+
+No wonder that his subjects liked him not, and that he sat uneasily upon
+his throne! No wonder that when the Wise Men came from the east to
+Jerusalem, saying, "Where is he that is born king of the Jews?" he
+trembled, for he knew well that should another aspirant to the crown
+appear, the Jews would only be too ready to take his part.
+
+Insecure as he felt himself to be, he determined on finding out who this
+new king was, and taking immediate steps for ridding himself of him. So
+under pretence of desiring to do honour to the young child, he directed
+the Wise Men to make diligent search for the infant king, and then tell
+him where He was; that he also might go and worship Him. But in his
+heart he was anxious to know where the Baby-king was only that he might
+send some secret assassin to take His life. He had done darker and more
+difficult deeds than that, and had put safely out of his path far more
+formidable enemies than a helpless babe. The Wise Men would soon come
+back, as they had promised, and then in less than a day the dreaded
+Child would have ceased to live, he would be able to breathe freely
+again, and unpopular as he was, he would still retain his crown.
+
+But the Magi did not return. Overwhelmed with joy at having at last
+found the wondrous Babe, to which the strange star had guided them, they
+lay down to rest, intending, in the early morning, to set out again for
+Jerusalem. But the great Father above, who knew all the dark secrets of
+Herod's heart, warned them in a dream not to go back to him; and they
+returned to their own country by another way.
+
+Herod waited and watched in his palace for the return of the Magi; and
+his secret executioner was at hand, ready to set out for Bethlehem at
+any moment. And when he found that they had discovered his hypocrisy and
+wicked intentions, and that his infamous design was thwarted, his rage
+knew no bounds; and he vowed to himself that the Child-King should not
+escape him, and that he would be fully avenged.
+
+From the information received from the Wise Men, he concluded that it
+was within two years that the mysterious guiding star had first
+appeared. And a dark and terrible thought came into his wicked heart. If
+he could not tell which of the many babes in Bethlehem was the
+long-expected Messiah of the Jews, the great King, whose advent had been
+revealed in the far east by a bright orb of heaven, then he would kill
+all the little ones that were two years old and under; and the One that
+he feared would be sure to be slain amongst them.
+
+To do the dark deed he hastily despatched some of his soldiers; and soon
+the peaceful pasture lands of Bethlehem, which had so lately resounded
+with the glad songs of angels with shining wings, rang with shrieks of
+frantic mothers. For the soldiers of the cruel king entered house after
+house, and snatching the innocent babes from their mothers' arms, ran
+them through with their glittering swords; and the bodies of the pretty
+little things that, but a few moments ago, were looking up with happy
+smiles into the loving faces that bent tenderly over them, were cruelly
+thrown on the ground, their red blood streaming along the floors.
+
+Out of house after house the bereaved mothers, wild with grief, rushed
+into the streets, uttering piercing cries, smiting their breasts,
+throwing up their arms towards heaven, and calling down upon the
+committer of the atrocious crime the just vengeance of Him who hears the
+oppressed.
+
+Never before had the quiet village sent up such cries of despair, or
+witnessed so cruel a scene! Who could look unmoved upon the poor mothers
+running frantically about the narrow streets, with wild tearless eyes,
+dishevelled hair, and, on their blanched faces, looks of terror, that
+told of the terrible blow that had been struck at their hearts' inmost
+core? Oh, it was terrible! Yet the ruthless king cared not. His hands
+were so deeply imbued with the noblest blood of Jerusalem, that the
+lives of a few tiny babes were nothing in his sight. While the
+broken-hearted mothers were wildly shrieking, he was rejoicing; assured
+that the one Child, whose life might perhaps have been something to him,
+was quieted for ever.
+
+But his wicked design was nevertheless baffled. The great God above, who
+had foreseen all, had watched over His own Son, and the Holy Child was
+being borne safely along towards Egypt--that land where so many of his
+countrymen had found refuge in times of persecution, distress, or
+famine.
+
+Probably the night before the massacre, whilst Joseph, the husband of
+Mary, was sleeping peacefully on his bed, a beautiful bright angel
+appeared to him in a dream, and warned him of the danger to which he was
+exposed at the hands of the troubled king.
+
+"Arise, and take the young child and His mother," the heavenly visitant
+said to him, "and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee
+word; for Herod will seek the young child to destroy Him."
+
+The face of the angel was beaming with love, and he had been sent on an
+errand of mercy. But how his words thrilled through the just and
+tenderhearted Joseph! Destroy his darling babe, that holy child whom God
+had given to his good wife to nurse and bring up for Him! Kill the
+little One about whom such great things had been said; at whose birth a
+whole sky full of angels had sung for joy; and before whom the Wise Men,
+who had been guided from the distant east by God Himself, had bowed in
+humble adoration. Never. "Man proposes; but God disposes." Man may try
+to hinder the great, purpose of God, by attempting to take the life of
+the one whom He would raise up to accomplish it. But God can never be
+baffled. And not all the plans that a thousand Herods, wicked as the one
+that sat on the throne, could form, could bring His word to nought.
+
+Suddenly, Joseph awoke; and starting to his feet, thought over the
+dream. That it was sent from heaven he felt sure; and he must
+immediately obey it.
+
+He must rouse the mother; and under cover of the darkness, they must set
+out at once. By the time that the bright sun lighted up the horizon it
+might be too late; for, even then, the dread messengers of the cruel
+king might be on their way.
+
+Hastily he awoke Mary, telling her of the dream; and soon the
+God-fearing man was on the road to Egypt, with the loving mother and her
+precious child safe by his side.
+
+The dark curtain of night had not yet been lifted from the earth; but
+they went fearlessly along, trusting to the guidance of Him who had
+bidden them set out. And when the agonising shrieks of the mothers of
+Bethlehem rent the air and were re-echoed by the astonished hills,
+Joseph, with his precious charge, was far away. So, though the swords of
+Herod did a terrible work, they did not take that one life, to destroy
+which he had commanded the massacre.
+
+Still, Joseph and Mary journeyed along and along, till, at last, the
+great Pyramids came in view, and they reached the farthest bank of the
+river of Egypt, and were safe.
+
+There, it is said, they remained two years, living at Mataréëh, to the
+north-east of Cairo, till the angel of the Lord came again to Joseph, in
+a dream, to tell him of Herod's death, and bid him return to his own
+land.
+
+Then away they went, back again to the Holy Land, which was to be the
+scene of Jesus' ministry, thinking as they went, how "The steps of a
+good man are ordered by the Lord," and rejoicing that no plan formed
+against His people shall prosper.
+
+For even in their sleep He can warn them, by a dream, of the most secret
+machinations of their enemies.
+
+H. D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+61. Which of the Psalms gives us a short history of Joseph?
+
+62. Where does St. Paul enumerate the several appearances of Christ
+after His resurrection?
+
+62. What restriction did Moses lay upon the Israelites with regard to
+their election of a king, on their settling in the land of Canaan?
+
+64. Where are we assured that the Almighty is not ashamed to be called
+the God of those who have had faith in Him?
+
+65. What women does St. Paul mention by name in his enumeration of
+people remarkable for faith?
+
+66. Where is it said that drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags?
+
+67. Where are we told that those who go into great passions shall suffer
+punishment?
+
+68. Which of the Apostles speak of Jesus as the Shepherd of His people?
+
+69. Which of the three Apostles who witnessed the Transfiguration
+afterwards refers to it in his writings?
+
+70. Where do we find it said that every word of God is pure?
+
+71. "Then shall come to pass that saying that is written, 'Death is
+swallowed up in victory.'" (1 Cor. xv. 54.) From which of the prophets
+does St. Paul quote these words?
+
+72. What king of a heathen nation did God call His shepherd?
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (49-60.--_See p. 308_).
+
+49. The Wise Men (St. Matt. ii. 1, 2).
+
+50. In Eccles. vii. 19, ix. 13-18; Prov. xxi. 22.
+
+51. Only St. Luke (St. Luke xxiii. 7).
+
+52. Solomon (Prov. xviii. 21).
+
+53. St. James (James iii. 2, 5).
+
+54. The Epistle of St. James iv. 4.
+
+55. In Rev. v. 9, 10.
+
+56. In Prov. xxi. 23, xiii. 3.
+
+57. On his rebuking Elymas the Sorcerer at Paphos (Acts xiii. 8-11).
+
+58. At Gibeon (2 Chron. i. 3-6).
+
+59. Of blue (Exod. xxviii. 36, 37).
+
+60. It is shown in the words, "It is finished" (St. John xix. 30).
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE BAB AND THE STORY-BOOK.
+
+_By the Author of "Clare Linton's Friend," "Mr. Burke's Nieces," &c._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Who is this little girl, I wonder, comfortably seated, and with a great
+book before her, on which she looks with delight? Her hair is tidily
+brushed, and her nice white collar hangs over the edge of her dress. She
+is a sweet, pretty little girl, I think, and yet if I tell you the story
+of her day, and what had happened before she got that book, you will see
+that she is not so happy after all. Just hear what she was doing two or
+three hours before.
+
+She stood at the window with a little white nose flattened against the
+glass, and two big sorrowful, indignant eyes staring out at them, as the
+merry party left the house. There was Uncle Jem, whom she _did_ love,
+and whom she felt might have said a kind word for her; and Aunt
+Anastasia, who was that sort of a person that no one since she was born
+had ever thought of diminishing the five syllables by the use of any
+shorter name given in playfulness or love. No one, till that moment at
+least, had ever thought of calling her anything but Anastasia; but at
+that moment naughty Bab, with her little flattened nose and big mournful
+eyes, broke the spell by calling out, "Anasta-sia, indeed! Aunt Nasty, I
+think!"
+
+Then there was her Cousin Robert, whom poor Bab honestly believed to be
+a much naughtier boy than she was a girl, and yet who generally managed
+to keep out of scrapes; and Selina, demure and well-mannered, but whom
+Bab's unruly, affectionate little heart had never been able to love; she
+was followed by Miss Strictham, the governess. And then there was Mr.
+Beresford, the kind, good-natured friend who was staying in the house;
+and Bab, just for a minute, felt that she would rather have died than
+that he should know she was in disgrace.
+
+She watched them all go off under the bright blue sky, and then she
+turned round, and with her back to the window, faced the rather dingy,
+dull-looking schoolroom, and burst into a loud roar.
+
+For Bab was only seven years old, and had not yet lost the first
+intensity of crying with which power every baby is born. She roared for
+two or three minutes, plenty of tears coming with the roar, after which
+she felt a good deal better.
+
+"I'm such a little thing to be punished," she said to herself. "I don't
+think they ought to punish such a little thing as I am. I _must_ be
+young when people live to be as old as grandpapa, with wrinkles over
+every scrap of his face, till it looks just like no face at all, only
+wrinkles."
+
+[Illustration: "HOLDING HER DRESS UP" (_p. 344_).]
+
+Then Bab examined her little round, rosy, pleasant face in a mirror over
+the fireplace.
+
+"Not a single wrinkle," said she. "I must be _very_ young; but if they
+punish me this way, I shall _get_ wrinkles. I'm sure I shall, because
+I'm so _miserable_!"
+
+I am afraid poor Bab often deserved to be punished. She was idle at her
+lessons and extremely saucy, and she was a quaint little thing, so that
+sometimes she seemed to be impertinent when she really did not intend
+it, though I must own that at other times she _did_ intend it as much as
+any other young lady seven years old possibly could. On the present
+occasion, when her governess scolded her for her idleness, she said she
+had not been idle, but had been making a charade; and then she began
+dancing about the schoolroom, and jumping on tables and chairs, and all
+the time shouting loudly, "Selina, guess--this is the charade--guess,
+Selina, guess! My first is what nobody should be, my second is what
+everybody should eat, and my whole is--oh,--Strict-ham, Strict-ham. Why
+don't you guess, Selina? Oh, why don't you?"
+
+Miss Strictham marched her off in dire disgrace. The picnickers would be
+absent four hours, and during that time Bab was not to quit the
+schoolroom. Maria, the housemaid, would bring her dinner, and nurse
+would look in on her now and then, but she was not to have the younger
+children with her. She was to be a solitary prisoner in solitary
+confinement, and she was on her parole. Her aunt made her promise not to
+leave the room, and having done so, was content, for, as she said to
+Uncle Jem in rather a complaining way, "It is a very odd thing that Bab
+never tells a falsehood or breaks her promise. Robert and Selina both do
+sometimes, and yet they are so much better children. Isn't it odd?"
+
+Having enjoyed a good roar, and feeling wonderfully refreshed
+thereby--for Bab was too proud to have shed a tear in Aunt Anastasia's
+and Miss Strictham's presence--the poor little thing got hold of her
+lesson-books and prepared to learn a French verb, some questions and
+answers in English history, and to do a sum in compound addition, and
+write a copy.
+
+"As if it mattered to such a little thing as I am whether King John was
+a good man or a bad one, or what sort of a thing Magna Charta was!" said
+she, reproachfully, to her book; "as if it mattered to _any_body,
+indeed, when it was such an extremely long time ago! Eleven hundred and
+ninety-nine he came to the throne; and who'd care if he had never been
+born or never come to the throne? And _we're_ not barons, and _we've_
+not got Magna Charta; and it's all nothing at all, but a great pity it
+ever happened, for if it hadn't happened, poor little children living
+hundreds and hundreds of years afterwards would not be troubled about
+it. I call it rubbish!" and with the word rubbish she tossed the little
+book up, and down it came with a broken back.
+
+Bab picked it up and held it with one corner. When she saw the
+melancholy scrambling way in which the cover and the pages hung, she
+went off into irresistible shouts of laughter--for Bab's laugh was as
+loud and as hearty as her cry. Then she did her sums and wrote her copy,
+and after that Maria brought in her dinner.
+
+Bab clapped her hands for joy when she saw what the tray contained, and
+then she began her dinner.
+
+But now the lessons were over, the dinner was finished, and what was
+poor little Bab to do for the rest of the time?
+
+She went round the room, casting out first her right hand and then her
+left, touching thus in turn everything in the apartment, but there was
+nothing more interesting than a pen-wiper, a schoolroom inkstand, or a
+grammar, so she called out "No, no, no" to everything, and then all of a
+sudden down came her hand on a big book with scarlet and white binding,
+and she gave a loud scream, a pirouet, and then said "Yes!"
+
+Yes; I should think so. Why, it was Mr. Beresford's fairy book--the
+beautiful book he was showing them last night.
+
+Then she seized on the precious book, brought it over with quite a
+struggle to the school desk, opened it there, and with elbows on table
+and cheeks on hands, gave herself over to perfect enjoyment. And so it
+was that we saw Miss Bab when our story began, sitting before the great
+book enjoying herself.
+
+Such beautiful, lovely pictures went round every page, with a little
+verse set down right in the middle of the pictures. Fairies gorgeously
+coloured, all twining together or mixing themselves up with butterflies
+till you scarcely knew which was which, and not one bit of white paper
+to be seen through or mid the brilliant creatures--actually a wide
+border of fairies and butterflies, and nothing else, and the verse in
+the middle was also in illuminated letters.
+
+In her eagerness, hanging over the book to read it, Bab happened to lean
+on the end of a pen standing up in art inkstand. She was too much
+interested to know what it was, but it came spluttering out, and a
+little speck of ink splashed on the white paper beyond the border.
+
+"Oh, oh!" cried excited Bab; "is it not like some little bad fairy
+running along to hurt them?"
+
+It was very hot, and Bab's eyes shut after she had said that, and when
+she opened them again she forgot the bad fairy, she was so shocked to
+see the splash of ink on the paper. And then she felt the sun warmer and
+warmer, and she shut her eyes once more.
+
+"Look again," said a very little voice, but very sweet, oh, so sweet!
+
+So she did look again. She saw all the beautiful painted fairies and
+butterflies had risen up alive from the page, and were dancing and
+gliding round and round it, never passing off the border to the outside
+or the inside. It was a lovely sight to see, and little Bab laughed and
+clapped her hands. Then a very grand and proud-looking fairy slipped out
+of the dance, and stationed herself in front, where she could take a
+good look at Bab.
+
+"Little girl, why did you do that?" said the fairy, severely.
+
+"Oh, what, please?" Bab was a brave child, but she did feel a little
+shaky and nohow just then.
+
+"Brought the bad fairy Blackamč to creep in among us and eat up our
+butterflies."
+
+And had Bab really the power to bring a fairy Blackamč over there when
+she thought it was only a splash of ink? And she looked with a sort of
+terror on the bad fairy Blackamč when she thought she had brought her,
+and could not send her away.
+
+"Oh, fairy, fairy!" she cried, "do forgive me. But can that wretched
+little black splashy thing--for you really _can't_ call it a splash--eat
+your butterflies when there are so many of you to fight for them, and
+they've got heaps and heaps of wings to fly away with?"
+
+"But how can we manage that?" replied the fairy, sharply, "when we are
+too timid to fight and the butterflies are too brave to fly away."
+
+"Well, that _is_ inconvenient," sighed Bab; "but don't you think, since
+the butterflies are so brave--how I do like them for being so
+brave!--don't you think they might fight a little?"
+
+"Butterflies fight!" screamed the fairy. "Were butterflies ever seen to
+fight since the first butterfly? What will you say next? I think you are
+a very disagreeable little girl. First you bring down Blackamč, and then
+you want to set all our dear pretty butterflies fighting."
+
+"It was you who said they were so brave," murmured Bab, half penitent
+and half injured.
+
+"And pray, is there any reason why I should not be permitted to say that
+butterflies are brave?" asked the fairy, with a sort of deadly
+politeness.
+
+"And so much as I used to long to see a fairy!" sighed Bab to herself;
+"and now I really wish she would go away.
+
+"What are you prepared to do about Blackamč?--tell me," demanded the
+fairy, suddenly.
+
+She made Bab jump, but Bab did not mind that; she was a straightforward
+child, and liked to go direct at a thing. She reflected, and then she
+faced the difficulty she had got into bravely, and replied in a grave,
+resolute way, "Anything you wish."
+
+The fairy looked at her. "Why couldn't you say so before?" she said,
+very sharply. "It would have saved all this trouble."
+
+Again Bab felt that it was not fair--she thought the fairy was unfairer
+even than Selina; _but_ she was a fairy, and besides that, Bab _had_
+brought Blackamč down upon them; so she said instantly, not meekly and
+humbly; for that was not her way--but in a resolute, hearty manner, that
+gave one confidence to see--"Just tell me, and I'll do it."
+
+"_I'll_ tell you," said the fairy quite good-naturedly, "and _you'll_ do
+it. That's quite fair. Well now, the thing to do is this: go out in the
+evening with a long pole, and knock up high into the branches of the
+trees, and glance up and down, holding your dress out, and singing:--
+
+  'I'm the girl that brought him in,
+    Blackamč! What a rout!
+  Little birds that cannot sin.
+    Drive the wretched fellow out,
+                Blackamč;'
+
+And then you'll see----" but what she was to see Bab never knew;
+something touched her, and then rushed with headlong sound through the
+window. The fairy was gone, and, stranger still, the bright beautiful
+book, with its butterflies and fairies, was gone too.
+
+She looked lazily round her, and, to her surprise, saw Selina standing
+at the other end of the table.
+
+"Why are you home so early?"
+
+"Home so early! It's half-past five, if you please. Why, you lazy little
+thing, you've been asleep all the time!"
+
+Bab looked at the clock on the mantel-piece, and saw it was a quarter to
+six. _How_ quickly the time passes when you are with fairies! She knew
+she had not been asleep, because she knew she had had the visit from the
+fairy, and she was so anxious to know what would happen next. About
+seven o'clock she thought she might go out with a long pole to the tree;
+and she supposed the fairies had put the book somewhere, till the birds
+should come and drive Blackamč out of it, and she hoped very much Mr.
+Beresford would not miss his beautiful book till then, when it would be
+clear from the black splotch which she now knew was not Blackamč.
+
+"Where is Robert?" asked Miss Selina. "He dashed out of the carriage and
+through here, and he must have gone out by the window. And you _must_
+have been asleep, or you would have heard him."
+
+Bab remembered the sound of the rush through the window, and she saw now
+a spill of ink just by the place where the book had been. But Robert
+could not have been there, because she was talking to the fairy at the
+very time, and she must have noticed him, and felt him greatly in the
+way.
+
+When it was past seven o'clock, Bab slipped away, and took Mr.
+Beresford's alpenstock out of the stand in the hall, and beat about the
+branches of the elms and horse-chestnuts, and danced and sang, holding
+her dress up, and did everything exactly as the fairy had told her to
+do, and as you will see her doing in the picture.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE STOOD BY HIM."]
+
+But she had not been dancing and singing (Bab often recalled the scene,
+when she was older, with pleasure) more than about twenty minutes before
+Aunt Anastasia put her head out of the window, and told her to come in.
+
+It was _much_ pleasanter to be dancing for the fairies up and down, with
+outstretched frock, than to go into the house and find Blackamč still on
+the page, and have to confess she brought him there, and be in disgrace
+for it.
+
+Mr. Beresford held out a kind hand to her, and drew her to his side.
+
+The book, when Mr. Beresford took it in his hands, naturally opened at
+the page where it had been lying open that morning so long, and there
+were all the fairies and butterflies lying flat and beautiful, and the
+verses in the middle of the page. But there, instead of Blackamč, were
+five or six Blackamčs perhaps, intertwining together like the fairies
+and the butterflies, but bearing to mortal eyes nothing but the
+appearance of a thick smudge of ink.
+
+"Oh, I didn't do that!" cried poor little Bab, and burst into tears.
+
+"Who did, then?" inquired Mr. Beresford, quickly.
+
+"Why, I saw Robert with the book in the hall soon after we came home,"
+cried Selina, on impulse.
+
+"Did you do it, Robert?" asked Mr. Beresford.
+
+"Why does she say she didn't do it, and begin to blubber?" cried Robert,
+politely designating Bab over his shoulder. "Wasn't she left at home?
+Who could do it but she?"
+
+"Because I _saw_ you do it," replied Mr. Beresford, and Robert's white
+face became scarlet--the mean little fellow as he stood there before
+them, who had committed a fault, and then tried to lay the blame on a
+girl. "Bab was lying back in her chair fast asleep, and with bright
+smiles on her face, that showed that she was having happy dreams, when
+in you ran, jumped over desk, book, and all; threw a little of the ink
+across the page by a kick with your foot, then looking with dismay at
+your work, tucked the book under your arm, and jumped through the window
+with it."
+
+Robert blubbered at this. "I wanted to take the ink out."
+
+"You have been a very bad boy," said his father. "You deserve a
+flogging, and shall have it. I am very much grieved about your book,
+Beresford."
+
+Robert almost screamed.
+
+"I think more of his laying the fault on this little girl," replied Mr.
+Beresford, his hand among Bab's curls, "than of the book."
+
+Bab sidled up to him. He sat at the table looking so kindly at her, and
+she stood by him, her elbow on it, and with her pretty modest eyes fixed
+on him. "But it doesn't seem quite as if he did that, does it?" she
+asked; "he took the book away to make it well. If he had left it with
+me, _everybody_ would have believed I did it, and he knew that quite
+well."
+
+"No, he had not laid a plot, but at the moment he put the blame on you."
+
+"That was because he is such a coward. Pray, he couldn't help it; he was
+too frightened. You were too frightened, weren't you, Robert? You _are_
+such a coward!" Bab said plainly.
+
+Robert, still crying, she made his excuses.
+
+"And I am very sorry. I'd quite forgotten; but I did it too."
+
+Mr. Beresford smiled.
+
+"Did what, little Bab?"
+
+"Ah, perhaps you'll be angry, and I shall be so _very_ sorry; but I must
+tell. I did it too."
+
+She sidled up a little nearer, and looked gently at him.
+
+"Did what too?"
+
+"I spurted a little--leetle ink by a spluttering pen, and it was a bad
+fairy called Blackamč; and another fairy was just telling me how to set
+it right, when Robert must have rushed in and did it all; but if I
+hadn't put the book _on_ the desk _near_ the ink, nothing would have
+happened, and Robert would be happy. Oh, please, Uncle Jem, don't flog
+Robert."
+
+"Very well; you are a good little thing, Bab. Go to bed this moment,
+sir; perhaps I may let you off, as your cousin is so kind."
+
+Robert left the room, and his father followed to at least give him a
+good scolding. Bab was left alone with Mr. Beresford. She stood near
+him, with a wistful expression about both her face and her figure.
+
+"Will it spoil the book? And it has all happened because I was naughty
+and couldn't be taken. I think they had better take me next time, Mr.
+Beresford, whatever I've done;" and a humorous look sparkled into Bab's
+eyes.
+
+"And the fairies came and talked to you? But do you know it was not
+really a fairy, Bab? You were fast asleep, for I saw you myself; you
+must have been dreaming."
+
+"Oh dear! And was not it a fairy? then it was just a common dance I had
+under the tree. But do you know I'm not quite sorry, for she was not
+half as nice as fairies are; and that was not really a Blackamč, was it?
+Well, I'm sorry I could call up a bad fairy, only I do wish I had really
+been dancing for birds."
+
+"I wish you were not so often in disgrace, little Bab."
+
+"So do I; but I don't _think_ I shall be next year. Father and mother
+are coming home then from the Mauritius, and I shall be an own little
+girl again."
+
+Mr. Beresford kissed Bab affectionately when she said that, but Bab did
+not know why he kissed her.
+
+
+
+
+A HELPING HAND.
+
+
+[Illustration: A HELPING HAND. (_p. 345_).]
+
+  Frank's road to school leads over ways
+    Where yet no trains approach,
+  And past the Yellow Dragon Inn,
+    Where stops the Dirleton coach:
+  Here the old horses, Duke and Ned,
+  Are daily watered, changed, and fed.
+
+  Frank knows them well, and one hot day,
+    As whistling home he sped,
+  He saw the patched old feeding-bag
+    That hung at Neddy's head
+  Fell too far down--Ned vainly tried
+  To reach the yellow corn inside.
+
+  No one was near--Ned tossed his head,
+    And strove, but still in vain,
+  Hungry as any horse might be,
+    To seize the tempting grain;
+  Frank checked his headlong homeward course,
+  And then approached the wearied horse.
+
+  With quick light hands he raised the bag,
+    And made the strappings tight;
+  Ned hid his nose among the corn,
+    And softly neighed delight.
+  For Frank it was sufficient prize
+  To read his thanks in Ned's bright eyes.
+
+ROBERT RICHARDSON.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ HENRY FRITH.
+
+IV.--THE CONTINENTAL MAIL AND "TIDAL" TRAINS.
+
+
+We have to travel in two important trains now, and within twenty-four
+hours will make two trips, the one by night, the other by day. Hitherto,
+we have been standing with our drivers in full daylight, looking at the
+pleasant country, and thinking of many historical events as we pass. Now
+we have to mount our engine at night, and go all the way to Dover
+without stopping.
+
+We will start from Cannon Street this time, at ten minutes past eight
+p.m. We could go at a quarter to eight or ten o'clock in the morning,
+but it will be quite a new experience for us to travel on an engine by
+night, and return from Folkestone, on another occasion, by daylight and
+see the country as we fly along. Now let us start.
+
+What a short train! Yes, it is, but then the Charing Cross portion with
+the West-end passengers has not yet arrived. Before it comes in we shall
+draw out to the bridge and back down upon the newly-arrived carriages.
+Then the train will be complete, and we shall start punctually as
+possible with "Her Majesty's Mails." Oh, what bags and sacks and vans
+full of letters have been, and are being, thrown into the mail-train!
+How roughly our poor little letters seem to be treated; tumbled out on
+the ground, tossed into the carriage which seems already full, and then
+hurriedly untied and sorted, by quick-fingered clerks, into the various
+pigeon-holes, and tied up in the local bags, to be dropped, perhaps, as
+the train flies past the various stations.
+
+But the engine is waiting. We must turn away from the well-lighted
+sorting-van, bright even in the gleam of the electric light, which
+illuminates the great echoing station with its winking glare. On a
+platform just outside are numerous arms and signals--one arm is lowered;
+then another. The Charing-Cross portion of the mail is in now. It is
+thirteen minutes past eight p.m.--no doubt the "official" time for
+starting--and with a shriek we pass from the brilliant station to the
+darkness of the river.
+
+The Thames flows sullenly down in the lamplight, swirling under the
+piers of the railway, and shimmering under the lights of London Bridge
+as we curve round above Tooley Street; but we do not stop at London
+Bridge Station on this occasion. We peep through the glasses in the
+weatherboard and see such a number of red and green signals, that it
+reminds us of the Crystal Palace devices in lamps, and even as we look
+some turn green (is it with envy at our speed?) or red (is it with anger
+at our passing on without saying good-night?) but our engine-driver, who
+never moves his head or speaks to us, looks in front--we are nearly in
+darkness now--and we look about us.
+
+We feel warm about the feet and knees--the wind whistles around our
+waist. We stand near the fireman, looking through his glass, and near a
+hand-lamp, which shines on a water-gauge glass to tell the driver when
+the boiler needs replenishing. We rush past Bermondsey all lighted up,
+and we see in the distance blazing chimneys, down Deptford way, and red
+lights on the Brighton Railway rushing at us in the air, and white and
+green lights of engines rushing at us on the rails. We overtake and pass
+a train whose passengers look nice and warm, and one little boy is
+flattening his nose against the window, to see us pass, and no doubt
+thinks _his_ train a very slow one, and _his_ engine-driver a "muff,"
+for being beaten in the "race."
+
+So we leave the ancient "Beormund's Eye" where many hundred years ago
+was an abbey, and where now are tanneries and many trades with
+accompanying and peculiar odours. Away we go in a direct line over the
+Surrey Canal--the river and the ships we cannot see. We get a glimpse of
+the lighted Crystal Palace and rush into Chislehurst, where the late
+Emperor of the French and his son lie buried.
+
+Puffing up hill as if it were short of breath the engine goes, and is
+suddenly swallowed up in a great tunnel! Oh, the roaring, the
+clattering, the clamp, clamp, clamp, the "dickery-dickery-dock" tune
+which the wheels play upon the metals and chairs and joints of the line!
+Suddenly we are out again under a starry sky; all the mist and fog and
+smoke are gone. The light which surrounded us in the tunnel, the
+flickering gleam which shone on us from roof and walls, is as suddenly
+dispersed and hangs now overhead in the white curling steam, as the
+fireman opens the furnace door, and the gleam dashes along with us like
+a halo.
+
+From Sevenoaks our speed increases; the driver slackens off the steam,
+but we rush on faster and faster. Through another long tunnel, then into
+the open air round a curve, flying along an embankment until we think we
+_must_ go over it. Rush, roar, and rattle! Speed slackens, bump, thump,
+whizz, a long whistle; green and red lights above and below, a big
+station, engines beside us, people like phantoms on the platforms,
+crash, bang! Tunbridge is passed, and we are running on level ground, in
+a straight line for full twenty miles, to Ashford. Ah, we can breathe
+again now. It _did_ seem rather alarming just then.
+
+So on we go towards Folkestone and Dover. Now the salt-laden breeze
+tells us we are near our destination. The sorting-clerks work harder and
+faster. The Continental mail-bags, Indian mail-bags, Mediterranean and
+China mail-bags, all are ready for transmission to the steamer. Into the
+tunnel through the
+
+  "... Cliff, whose high and bending head
+      Looks fearfully on the confined deep"--
+
+known as the Shakespeare cliff, in consequence of that description in
+"King Lear."
+
+We quickly reach Dover, so well known as the resting-place of Queen
+Elizabeth's "Pocket Pistol," twenty-four feet long, on which is the
+legend--
+
+  "Load me well and keep me clean
+  And I'll carry a ball to Calais Green."
+
+The train glides down the pier, the carriage-doors are opened, mail-bags
+and muffled travellers are hurried on board. The lights are
+extinguished, the engine retreats into the darkness, then we jump off
+and go to bed.
+
+Next time we meet our engine it is waiting for the Tidal train at
+Folkestone. This train starts from Charing Cross and from Paris daily,
+each way, at hours when the Channel passage can be accomplished at or
+near high water. We shall soon have a still faster service, and eight
+hours between London and Paris will be the usual time.
+
+The run up to London need not be dwelt upon. The pace is not excessive,
+but punctuality is well observed, and the train runs in safety. We
+remember one bad accident, though, to the Tidal train.
+
+It was at Staplehurst in 1865. The Whitsuntide series of accidents which
+disfigured that holiday season was closed by the terrible catastrophe
+that happened to the Tidal train on its way from Folkestone to London.
+This train is an erratic one. It travels at different hours each week,
+and changes daily. On the 9th June in that year (1865), the railway near
+Staplehurst was under repair. The men were working, and had taken up two
+rails when the Tidal train was seen approaching.
+
+The foreman had mistaken the time. There was no chance of avoiding an
+accident. The express came dashing into the gap, and eight carriages
+were flung over a bridge into a little stream beneath. The engine and
+the tender jumped the vacant space of rail, and ran into the hedge, but
+the carriages toppled over, leaving only two of them on the line at the
+back, and the engine and luggage vans in front. So the eight other
+carriages hung down and crushed into each other. Ten persons were killed
+and many injured.
+
+In the train was the late Charles Dickens, who was travelling to London.
+He had with him the MS. (or proofs) of a tale he was then engaged upon,
+and in the preface to the work he mentioned the occurrence. He was most
+useful to the injured passengers, and with other gentlemen exerted
+himself greatly to alleviate their sufferings. We need not dwell upon
+the painful scene of the accident, which created quite a sensation, as
+it occurred to the Continental express, by which so many holiday-makers
+travel.
+
+We have not mentioned many accidents in the few papers we have put
+before you, for there is a sameness in them unfortunately; but we
+remember one terrible accident which occurred in consequence of a little
+boy playing on an engine, which ran away and caused a bad collision by
+dashing into a train which it overtook in its wild race.
+
+Perhaps you little readers of LITTLE FOLKS are not aware that boys begin
+at a very early age to learn the mysteries of the locomotive engine.
+These lads are "cleaners" first, and have to rub up the bright parts of
+the engines, and clear out the fire-boxes. Accidents have happened to
+the lads, even boys have been killed by going to sleep in the
+fire-boxes, and when the fire was lighted next morning they have been
+suffocated. The engine-driver expects his fire lighted and steam got up
+for him when he comes down to the engine-shed, or "stable." You may,
+perhaps, have noticed the round houses near the railway--say at York
+Road, Battersea--those are the engine-"stables." Every engine is placed
+in its "stall," so that its chimney is just under an opening, or flue.
+It is also over a "pit," so that the fire can be raked out, or the
+working examined from underneath before the engine goes into the station
+next day to take the train away to the seaside, or to carry you to
+school, or home for the holidays. The engine-driver or the fireman
+examines the rods, cranks, and all the different joints, nuts, and
+screws; oiling or "packing," "easing off," or "tightening up" the
+various parts, so that the machinery may run easily and without heating.
+One tiny bit of grit may wreck a train.
+
+But our allotted space is now filled, and will not permit us to tell you
+more concerning engine-boys. So we must say "good-bye" to you all.
+
+
+
+
+"FATHER'S COMING!"
+
+
+  Oh, Father is coming!
+    Through all the long day
+  We thought of him often,
+    When he was away;
+  We knew he was working
+    While we were at play.
+
+  He'll be tired, I think;
+    I have set him a chair
+  In his own cosy corner--
+    He likes to sit there--
+    And we'll bring him his slippers,
+  His old favourite pair.
+
+  I think it's the nicest
+    To watch at the gate;
+  And Dolly sits by us
+    While thus we all wait.
+  He'll be here very soon--
+    It's so seldom he's late.
+
+  See, Baby knows too
+    Who is coming to-night;
+  She is crowing, and clapping
+    Her hands with delight!
+  There's his footstep at last!
+    Oh, hurrah! he's in sight.
+
+[Illustration: 'FATHER'S COMING.' (_See p. 348._)]
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c._
+
+CHAPTER XVI.--"THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY."
+
+
+"Tell me everything, Aunt Amy," Bertie said, as soon as he could find a
+voice. "When did it happen? Was it an accident? Oh! why didn't you send
+for me sooner?"
+
+"It was very sudden, darling," Mrs. Clair replied. "I telegraphed for
+you at once, for your uncle wished it, and asked for you as long as he
+was conscious. But the doctor said from the first that there was no
+hope, and even wondered how he had lived so long. I fancy your uncle
+knew from the first that the attack would be fatal whenever it came. Do
+you know why he asked for you so often, Bertie?"
+
+"No, aunt, except that he always loved me, and was very, very good to
+me."
+
+"Yes, dear, and he trusted you too; almost his last words were, 'Tell
+Bertie he must take care of you and Agnes: he must be the "head of the
+family" now!' Uncle Harry's death will make a great difference to us,
+dear."
+
+"I'm so glad he said that, Aunt Amy; and _I will_ take care of you all,"
+his glance including even Eddie, who sat silent in a corner. "It was
+good of him to trust me!" and then the remembrance of his other uncle's
+want of confidence and harshness rushed back on Bertie, and he sobbed
+bitterly. Aunt Amy made him sit beside her, and comforted him tenderly
+till his sobs ceased, and then listened with patient, loving sympathy
+to all his troubles, which Eddie now confided in her.
+
+"Do you think I did very wrong, Aunt Amy? do you think Uncle Gregory
+should have been so unkind?" he asked, looking at her wistfully.
+
+"I think, dear, that you behaved very well indeed, under the
+circumstances. Of course, if you could have asked permission it might
+have been better, but then you would have missed the owner of the bag.
+What troubles me most is your having slept on the damp grass. I fear you
+have caught cold."
+
+"Not much, auntie; my throat is a little sore, but it'll be all right
+again presently. When I wanted to see you so badly yesterday, I did not
+dream I should be here to-day, and find you all so sad. I was only
+selfishly thinking of my own trouble, and what a poor, pitiful affair it
+seems, compared to yours. Oh! auntie, how good and patient you are!"
+
+"No, no, Bertie, I'm very far from good, and not nearly so patient as
+you think; but as we grow older, dear, we learn to suffer in silence,
+and some griefs are too deep for words or tears. If we had only our own
+strength to support us, how could we endure such sudden incurable losses
+as mine?"
+
+Bertie was silent for a few moments, then he stood up, and laid both his
+hands on his aunt's shoulders and looked earnestly at her.
+
+"I will take care of you; I will remember every word dear Uncle Harry
+said. Can I begin now? Can I do anything at all, Aunt Amy, this very
+day?"
+
+"No, dear, except to lie down and rest, and get rid of your cold. I have
+thought of nothing yet, except to telegraph for Nancy to come down and
+take the children home, and to Mr. Williams. I have not another friend
+in the world now, Bertie. We poor Rivers's are left to ourselves!"
+
+"You forget Mr. Murray," Bertie said. "You can't think how kind and
+generous he is; he will help us in every way; and surely Uncle Gregory
+will come!"
+
+"I fear not, dear. Uncle Gregory and Uncle Harry were not related, and
+never very intimate; but indeed, there is nothing any one can do for us.
+Besides, Uncle Harry's wishes are very plain; his will is not a dozen
+lines," and Mrs Clair sighed deeply. She knew her husband had died
+poor--not worth a couple of hundred pounds, perhaps--but she did not
+know of the many small debts contracted through thoughtlessness, and
+left unpaid through carelessness, or she would have been still more
+anxious about the future. It was the sudden feeling of loneliness and
+desolation, the sudden sense of responsibility and helplessness
+combined, that seemed almost to stupefy her.
+
+The worst of that first day of her bereavement was that she had nothing
+to do: strangers performed all needful offices; but it was a comfort to
+pet and nurse Bertie, because they had all been left in his care--a
+circumstance Eddie bitterly resented, though he was quite silent on the
+subject. Though reluctant to lie down, Bertie had not been many minutes
+on the sofa before he was sound asleep, and when he awoke, he found
+Nancy, the old housekeeper from Fitzroy Square, had arrived, and was
+busy making preparations for their departure. Aunt Amy was with her, and
+just at that moment Mr. Murray entered the room, holding a telegram in
+his hand, and looking very much excited. As soon as she heard his voice,
+Mrs. Clair came in, looking very pale, but quite composed. After a few
+inquiries about Bertie, he placed the message in her hand, and as she
+read it she smiled sadly.
+
+"Just what I thought, Mr. Murray. Why should Mr. Gregory trouble himself
+about us in our affliction? Because his sister married my brother gives
+me no claim on him," she said gently.
+
+"Perhaps not; but sorrow, friendlessness, death, give you a claim on
+every man who deserves the name. I'm disappointed in Gregory, and I'll
+take an early opportunity of telling him so."
+
+"I can scarcely blame him, Mr. Murray, when my husband's oldest and
+dearest friend fails me now; but he says if I let him know when the
+funeral takes place he will try to attend."
+
+"Very kind and truly considerate of him," Mr. Murray cried, scornfully.
+"Will you be so good as to tell me the name of this true old friend?"
+
+"It cannot matter much to you, Mr. Murray; but he's called Arthur
+Williams, a well-known sculptor."
+
+"Hum! I'll see if I can't give him a famous order some day, selfish
+fellow!" he added, in an undertone. "And now, dear Mrs. Clair, may I ask
+what you are going to do?"
+
+"I do not know; I have not thought yet. I am so sorely disappointed."
+
+"Then allow me to think for you," Mr. Murray interrupted; "but first
+answer me one or two painful questions. Did your husband leave a will,
+or express any wishes?"
+
+Mrs. Clair handed him the half-sheet of note-paper, and he read it twice
+carefully, then placed it in his pocket-book. "Simple and complete, Mrs.
+Clair, your husband must have had a great capacity for business. Is
+there anything else?"
+
+"Nothing, except that he left us all to the care of Bertie. He's to be
+'head of the family,' poor child;" and Aunt Amy stroked his hair
+tenderly. "My husband had great faith in Bertie."
+
+"Perhaps he was right: we shall see some day. Now I suggest that you go
+up to town this evening, and take those two children with you. Bertie
+and I will follow by the first train to-morrow morning. We will go
+direct to Fitzroy Square, and I'll give all necessary instructions for
+the funeral. Mr. Clair was a gentleman and an artist, and must go to his
+long rest as such. After that you may tell me as much or as little of
+your circumstances as you please; but always remember that I am able and
+willing to help you."
+
+And then Mr. Murray hurried away, and Bertie began his duties as "head
+of the family" by telegraphing to Fitzroy Square to have fires lighted
+in the rooms; but even in that Mr. Murray, who seemed to think of
+everything, had been beforehand with him.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.--PROBATION.
+
+"I am so glad you have called, Mr. Murray. I do so want a long chat with
+you," Mrs. Clair said one day, about a month after her husband's death.
+"You have been such a kind friend, that I feel I may ask your advice."
+
+"And I'll be very glad to give it, if you will only follow it. What's
+the matter now?"
+
+"First of all, I'm unhappy about Bertie; he is worked very hard, and I
+am afraid his uncle is not very kind to him; I am grieved to see how
+thin and pale he has grown. Then Mr. Gregory declares Eddie must do
+something for himself, and suggests his entering a timber-merchant's
+office, as there is no money to continue his artistic education. Of
+course, my husband did everything for Eddie; and if there is any income
+from Riversdale after paying the mortgages, he never heard anything of
+it. I ventured to ask Mr. Gregory if he would pay for Eddie's classes,
+and I'm sorry to say he refused, and declares that the lad must work
+like other people. It will break poor Eddie's heart to go into that
+timber place."
+
+"Oh no, Mrs. Clair; boys' hearts are tough things. Is that all your
+trouble?"
+
+"No, indeed. I am perplexed about myself; this house is far too large
+for me, and far too expensive. My husband was always a poor man: that
+is, he lived up to his income; and his health was such that he could not
+insure his life. A few hundred pounds and the lease and furniture of
+this house were all he left; but every day I find bills unpaid, many of
+them long-standing accounts, and my stock of money is diminishing
+rapidly. I think I should have an auction, dispose of the lease if I
+could, and go into cheap lodgings with Agnes and Eddie; but I fear I
+shall not be able to pay for his classes and colours. Can you suggest
+anything for me to do?"
+
+"No; I think your ideas are very sensible. But would it not be better to
+try to let this house furnished? I fancy I can find you a tenant, and
+then you will have a certain, even if small, income. Then if both boys
+are willing to work they will bring you in something every week."
+
+"But, Mr. Murray, Eddie is to have no salary for three years, and Bertie
+must remain with his Uncle Gregory," Mrs. Clair said, sadly. "Oh, how I
+wish he could come and live with me! he is a dear boy!"
+
+"Yes, yes; a good straight up-and-down lad, with plenty of backbone,
+though his uncle does not quite understand him. However, I think Eddie
+should do something at once, though I don't entirely approve of the
+timber-yard; still, anything for a beginning. Now, Mrs. Clair, when
+would you like to leave here?"
+
+"As soon as possible; every day only lessens our little fund."
+
+"I think I know a person who would take this house, if he could get it
+at once. This is Wednesday; could you manage to leave if I found you
+suitable lodgings by next Monday?"
+
+"Quite easily, Mr. Murray; but are you sure you can let it? I do not
+want the house to remain on your hands."
+
+"Never mind that. In the name of a person I know intimately, I offer you
+Ł180 a year for it: and it's cheap too. Of course there are a great many
+things you can take away with you, such as plate, linen, pictures: they
+will make your lodgings more comfortable."
+
+"But the person who takes the house?"
+
+"Has a great many things of his own--unconsidered trifles--that he must
+find room for. It's a great comfort to give advice to a reasonable
+person who is willing to follow it. As for the boys, don't worry about
+them. Just as soon as you are settled, I'll have a talk with Eddie, and
+then go and see Mr. Gregory."
+
+Mr. Murray was no half-hearted friend; when he undertook to do a thing,
+it was done well and promptly, so that before a week from her first
+mentioning the matter Mrs. Clair was settled in very pleasant lodgings
+not far from Hampstead Heath.
+
+The rooms seemed very small at first, but they soon became used to that,
+and the garden, with its prim walks, edged on either side with
+old-fashioned autumn flowers, was delightful. Even Eddie looked happier,
+and Agnes declared Hampstead was nearly as good as Brighton. When Bertie
+came to see them, he could hardly keep from crying, it was all so cosy,
+pretty, and homelike, compared with the gloomy grandeur of Gore House;
+and, worst of all, his uncle was becoming more exacting and severe every
+day. The secret of Mr. Gregory's unkindness to Bertie was the open
+interest taken in him by Mr. Murray, who, in spite of many hints,
+refused to have anything to do with Dick Gregory, and told his father
+plainly that the boy had no taste or capacity for business. Poor Bertie
+had to suffer for that disappointment: he was scolded, overworked,
+reproved, but he bore it all patiently; never complained, never
+answered, but he was plainly unhappy. And Eddie was a worry to him too:
+he should be working for himself and Aunt Amy, instead of being a burden
+to them. As "head of the family," he said so, and even went so far as to
+say he thought Riversdale now a secondary consideration, and his own
+savings in future would not go to the bank, but to buy little delicacies
+for his aunt and cousin. When he heard about the timber-yard, he said at
+once that Eddie should accept the situation. "One office is just like
+another, Eddie," he cried; "tea or timber, what does it matter? one has
+to go through the same routine to begin with. Besides, we must do
+something to help Aunt Amy."
+
+So Eddie agreed to accept Uncle Gregory's proposal.
+
+"Bravo, Eddie, old fellow! I knew when it came to the point that you
+would act rightly and generously," Bertie cried earnestly. "And if we're
+both very saving, you may still be able to have classes in the evening,
+and when I get a little rich you shall return to your painting; but we
+must both put our shoulders to the wheel now, old boy, and be as saving
+as ever we can."
+
+"I've nothing to save," Eddie replied. "I've no salary for three years.
+Still, I'll write to Uncle Gregory to-night: the sooner I begin the
+better."
+
+[Illustration: "THEY ARRIVED AT THE HALL DOOR" (_p. 355_).]
+
+No one knew what an effort it cost Eddie to give in; still, in spite of
+his pride and vanity, he was a right-hearted, independent lad at heart,
+and the idea of being a burden to Aunt Amy was simply intolerable. When
+Mr. Murray heard of his resolution, he puckered up his eyebrows, and
+talked to himself for fully five minutes, then he patted Eddie on the
+shoulder, and said he was glad he had sufficient real pride to enable
+him to put his false pride in his pocket, and declared that he would
+never lose his self-respect and the respect of others by honest hard
+work. "But work for three years you _shall_ not!" he cried, suddenly.
+"They must give you a small salary to begin with." So Eddie, the lofty,
+the haughty, the often intolerant Eddie, went to the timber-yard with a
+tolerably good grace, and when, at the end of the first week, he placed
+his earnings in Aunt Amy's hands, he felt positively happy. Very soon
+after, owing to the kind intervention of Mr. Murray, Bertie got
+permission to live with Aunt Amy, his uncle paying ten shillings a week
+extra for his board and lodgings, so that in all he had a pound, and it
+seemed quite a large sum of money. Of course he had a long way to go to
+the City; but what of that, when loving hands waved him an adieu from
+the window? What did any extra amount of labour matter now that the
+stiff formal dinners, and the terribly chilling evenings in the library
+at Gore House were at an end for ever.
+
+Mr. Murray often paid a visit to the little cottage at Hampstead, and
+whenever he came he was always warmly welcomed, both by Agnes and Mrs.
+Clair.
+
+The tenant of the house in Fitzroy Square was behaving very well indeed:
+the rent would be ready by quarter-day, and there were several things in
+the house that he would be pleased if Mrs. Clair could take away: the
+piano, for instance; he would consider it a real kindness if she could
+remove that, he had no use whatever for it, and had a case of rare
+butterflies that would stand very comfortably in its place. So the
+instrument arrived one day at the lodgings, and gave the children more
+enjoyment than anything else, for the evenings were drawing in, and it
+was too dark for a run on the Heath after the boys returned from the
+City.
+
+They all sang and played by instinct, and Aunt Amy gave them a lesson
+each every evening, and as the evenings became longer, and winter crept
+towards them with "stealthy steps and slow," they settled down to a
+regular course of study.
+
+Bertie devoted most of his time to music; Eddie to reading up his French
+and German--for he found both those languages would be very useful to
+him in the City; while Agnes was busy over her drawing-board, tracing
+designs for Christmas and Easter cards. She declared she was not going
+to be the only drone in the hive, and bade fair to be successful later
+on, for two of her little cards had already been accepted by a great
+City publishing firm. When Mr. Murray dropped in of an evening he used
+to have a long look from one to the other of their cheerful, contented
+faces, and then he would have a little private conversation with himself
+in a corner.
+
+"They're too happy," he would mutter, "too content, too well occupied.
+Good fortune would only spoil them now. I'll wait and watch a little
+longer; and yet, people who bear poverty with such equanimity should
+bear the accession of riches with humility; still, I'll wait a little.
+My old friend's children are bearing their probation bravely." For to
+Mr. Murray Mrs. Clair's income seemed absolute poverty: he paid some of
+his own servants nearly as much; and the great City merchant was
+learning, for the first time, that it is not the actual amount of income
+one has, but the way it's spent, that constitutes poverty and wealth.
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.--THE FORTUNE FOUND.
+
+Mr. Gregory did not consent to Bertie Rivers leaving Gore House with a
+very good grace, and he bitterly resented the interest Mr. Murray took
+in both boys. He wished to keep them entirely under his own control--as,
+indeed, he had the power to do, being their sole guardian since Mr.
+Clair's death; but, on the other hand, he was not in a position to
+refuse Mr. Murray a trifling favour, as he had just begged a very heavy
+one from him. Things had been going on very badly in Mincing Lane for
+some time, and Mr. Gregory had been peculiarly unfortunate in his
+business transactions: he kept on losing large sums of money without in
+the least retrenching his expenditure, and at length it became painfully
+clear, even to himself, that nothing short of a large sum of ready money
+could save him from failure and disgrace and ruin, and that there was
+only one man in London who could and would assist him--for Mr. Gregory
+was more respected than liked by his brother merchants. Mr. Murray was
+willing to do all that he wanted, on certain conditions. First of all,
+he wished Mr. Gregory to give up the guardianship of Eddie and Bertie
+Rivers, and that their uncle willingly consented to, for he feared that
+when Eddie came of age there might be some awkward questions to answer
+about the management--or rather, mismanagement--of the property, if he
+were called to give an account of his stewardship. Then Mr. Gregory, Mr.
+Murray said, was too extravagant: he should curtail his expenses, and
+live according to his income: cut down his establishment, and put the
+boys to some profession or work of some sort, for he declared he had no
+intention that his honestly and hard-earned money should be squandered
+in unnecessary luxury. Mr. Gregory agreed to all Mr. Murray's
+conditions, and at the time meant fully to perform his promises, but the
+immediate pressure of his difficulties being removed, he went on in much
+the same way, and Mr. Murray, who was observing closely, resolved never
+again to advance money to maintain such senseless extravagance.
+
+Though old Mr. Murray had quite made up his mind what he would do for
+Eddie and Bertie Rivers, he determined to make sure first that they
+deserved his kindness. It was good to see Mrs. Clair's cheerful face,
+and hear her pleasant voice, as she recounted many instances of the
+children's kindness and consideration: Bertie's hearty resolution not to
+be daunted by anything; Eddie's supreme patience at the office and
+steady work at home; and the untiring efforts of little Agnes to add
+her mite to the general fund, though of course she often failed to
+dispose of her cards, some of which, nevertheless, were adapting
+themselves to other circumstances, and forming a very handsome screen to
+keep the draughts from Aunt Amy's chair.
+
+"We are not only living within our income, but saving something for the
+proverbial 'rainy day,'" Mrs. Clair said one evening, when Mr. Murray
+dropped in. "We have been here only three months, and have done ever so
+much better than I expected, thanks to your good advice; and we are all
+ever so much happier than I ever hoped to be again, which shows that
+sorrow is but a short-lived suffering if we do not nurse and cherish it.
+And then Eddie is so polite and attentive to every one now, and he used
+to be so proud and haughty. I really can't understand the change in
+him."
+
+"'Sweet are the uses of adversity,'" Mr. Murray quoted, with a peculiar
+smile. "There was talent and good sense in Eddie after all, though I
+sometimes half doubted it. Some day he will see the wisdom of his
+choice, and be glad to feel that he laboured with his hands to do the
+thing that is right."
+
+Winter came and went; spring broadened into summer; and still the boys
+worked on bravely: Bertie at Mr. Gregory's office, Eddie at the
+timber-yard, Agnes working pretty crewel mats and toilet-covers, by way
+of change from painting; and Mrs. Clair, loving, guiding, counselling
+them all. The fund for the "rainy day" had increased remarkably, so that
+when November, "chill and drear," came round again, the boys were able
+to have new warm overcoats and thick gloves, and even Agnes was armed
+against the sudden changes of weather by a nice soft fur cape, and the
+whole winter months passed so pleasantly, that they were all astonished
+when Christmas was, so to speak, at the door.
+
+One day, towards the middle of December, Mr. Murray came bustling in,
+his whole face full of importance.
+
+"Mrs. Clair, I've called to ask you all to spend Christmas with me at a
+country house. I'm a lonely old man, with no near relations and few
+friends; but I like young people about me whose hearts are gay and
+green, even though circumstances may have aged their heads a little. I
+like the boys; I like the demure little maiden; I like you. Will you all
+come and cheer up a lonely old man for a week?"
+
+"I shall be delighted indeed, Mr. Murray; and I can answer for each one
+of the children, if the boys can only get so long a holiday. It's such a
+very, very long time since I've really been in the country."
+
+"Then promise to meet me at twelve o'clock at Paddington Station on
+Christmas Eve: promise me, Mrs. Clair; I'll make it all right for the
+boys. Just say you will come. I wanted to ask you all last Christmas;
+I'm glad I did not now."
+
+"I will come with pleasure and gratitude," Mrs. Clair replied, "if you
+can make it right for the boys."
+
+"I'll see to that. Remember, twelve o'clock on Christmas Eve--twelve
+sharp, Paddington!" and then Mr. Murray vanished, his face puckered up
+out of all recognition.
+
+The probation of Eddie and Bertie Rivers had lasted a whole year, and
+Mr. Murray was more than satisfied with them. He meant to keep their
+destination a little secret, and so fairly ran away before Mrs. Clair
+could ask any questions.
+
+It wanted just two weeks to Christmas when Mr. Murray gave his
+instructions, and during most of the waking hours of that time the
+children spoke of little else. Bertie endeavoured to explain and
+describe the grandeur and magnificence of Mr. Murray's town house, and
+of course his country mansion would be still more splendid.
+
+"I hope there will be plenty of frost," he said, with a very grave
+glance at the sky, just as if the state of the sky in London ever could
+be an index to what the weather might be anywhere else, "for there's
+sure to be a pond, or mere, or something to skate on."
+
+Eddie sighed as he thought of the beautiful lake at Riversdale, and then
+said he hoped Mr. Murray might have some ponies, as he was longing for a
+good canter.
+
+Agnes wanted some pretty places to sketch, and Aunt Amy declared she
+would give anything to see a good farm and poultry-yard again, just as
+they had at home.
+
+"You may be sure Mr. Murray will have everything," Bertie said,
+confidently; "and a Christmas-tree too, with lots of presents: he always
+did give us splendid things," remembering the steam-engine. "Oh! I say,
+auntie, we're bound to have a glorious time;" and Bertie tossed his hat
+in the air, and skilfully caught it coming down--a habit of his when
+unusually excited.
+
+At the appointed time Mrs. Clair and the children arrived at Paddington
+Station, and there they found Mr. Murray pacing up and down, "just like
+a lion in a cage," Bertie whispered irreverently. He paid the cabman
+while they got out, and then hurried them across the platform and into a
+first-class carriage that he had engaged; the door was shut with a loud
+bang, and in another moment the engine whistled shrilly, and the train
+went out of the station. Mr. Murray held all their tickets in his hand,
+and in such a way that even Bertie's keen eyes could not detect their
+destination, but as they got completely into the country the places
+seemed strangely familiar. At last Eddie drew nearer Bertie, and took
+his hand. "Look, Bert! that's Linkworth Station; the next will be
+Riversdale," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "Oh! I do hope
+we shall not stop there!" Even as he spoke the train seemed to slacken
+speed again. The engine shrieked, and stopped at dear old Riversdale.
+
+Mr. Murray sprang out briskly, and assisted Mrs. Clair; the others
+followed; and in a few moments they were all driving along the familiar
+road towards the old home of the Rivers's. As the carriage turned in at
+the lodge gate, Bertie cried out, unable to restrain himself, "Oh! Aunt
+Amy, we're _really_ going home to Riversdale. Hurrah!"
+
+Eddie was perfectly silent: he could not trust himself to speak. Little
+Agnes clung to her aunt, whose eyes were full of tears, and Mr. Murray
+chatted away briskly about the weather, the beauty of the country in its
+winter mantle--everything, in fact, but their destination. They arrived
+at the hall door, where several of the old servants were waiting,
+amongst them Mittens, the housekeeper, who kissed the children
+individually and collectively, and laughed and cried at the same time.
+
+"Come in! come in!" Mr. Murray cried, leading the way to the library;
+"it's too cold to stand about. And now, children, how do you like your
+old home?" he added, as they all stood silent and confused round the
+blazing wood fire. Then he suddenly grew very serious, and turning to
+Mrs. Clair, placed his hand on her arm. "This was your father's house;
+now, through the variations of fortune, it is mine, Mrs. Clair; but one
+day it will belong to one of those boys: I won't say which; but Eddie is
+the elder, and I think he will deserve to be heir of Riversdale. Bertie
+I know I can trust. Meantime, Mrs. Clair, it is your home, and the
+little maiden's, and Eddie's. If he cares to continue his artistic
+profession, he can have a master here to conduct his studies. If he is
+worthy, he shall have Riversdale on his twenty-first birthday free from
+all incumbrance; till then, Mrs. Clair, the home is yours, and I know
+how happy Eddie will be with you. As for Bertie, he belongs to me for
+the present; he is not to return to Mr. Gregory, and will try how he
+likes Murray and Co. instead. Now I wish you all a very merry Christmas
+and a glad new year, and welcome back to Riversdale."
+
+It was a long speech for Mr. Murray, especially as they were all
+clinging to him, sobbing, laughing, trying in vain to thank him; but he
+broke away from them, rushing to the dining-room, where luncheon was
+waiting, and laughing heartily at their surprise and pleasure. Then he
+installed Mrs. Clair formally as mistress, treated Eddie with a good
+deal of consideration as the heir-apparent, and looked at Bertie for
+approval.
+
+"I think it is better than waiting till I got rich in Mincing Lane,
+sir," he replied, his eyes sparkling. "I don't believe Uncle Gregory's
+office is the real road to fortune, after all."
+
+"The Road to Fortune, boy, is honesty and industry, not anybody's
+office," Mr. Murray said, gently. "However, you will have a try at mine,
+and then, like regular City men, we'll come down from Saturday till
+Monday, if they will have us. We can't afford to give up work yet, can
+we?"
+
+"No, sir; and I shouldn't care to."
+
+"That's right, Bertie. Work is worship: that's one of Eddie's favourite
+author's sayings."
+
+"I've learned the truth of it, Mr. Murray," Eddie said gravely, "and in
+future I shall practise it, and, I hope, prove to you that your great
+kindness has not been wasted on us. If I had never left Riversdale and
+become acquainted with so many troubles and sorrows, I never could feel
+as happy as I am now."
+
+And in that happiness we will leave Eddie and Bertie Rivers, trusting
+that all who bear adversity so well may find fortune as kind and friends
+as true.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+HEDWIG'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
+
+Supposing you had two brothers and two sisters, a father, a mother, and
+no money, how would you get Christmas presents for them all? That is
+what Hedwig wanted to know. You see, she was the eldest of the family,
+and felt it her duty to look after the others; and in this case it so
+happened that looking after them meant getting them Christmas presents.
+
+You can't think what a trouble this was to little Hedwig. The worst of
+it was, she couldn't ask her mother's advice. It must be kept a dark
+secret. At last the twenty-fourth of December arrived, and in the
+evening the gifts must all be ready, and Hedwig had not one.
+
+When evening came, however, Hedwig's presents were there, and I will
+tell you how she managed it.
+
+Little Hedwig was a German girl. She lived in a small village in the
+north of Germany. Her father and mother had not very much money. They
+could buy black bread and meat for their children, but there was little
+money left for playthings. Though they were not rich, they were a happy
+family; and if they had not toys they had one another, and that was
+quite enough.
+
+Hedwig was a busy little girl; there were so many things she could do
+for mother. The baby always was happy with his big sister, and his big
+sister was very fond of him.
+
+On the morning of the day before Christmas, Hedwig got up earlier than
+usual. She dressed baby, gave him his breakfast, and then, putting on
+her things, asked what she should buy in the town.
+
+"Now, Hedwig, get all the things carefully; take the big basket to carry
+everything; and be sure not to forget to take the soup to Aunt Molly."
+These were her mother's last words.
+
+"All right, mother, dear; I will be back in good time," said Hedwig,
+and, shutting the door, downstairs she ran and out into the street.
+
+"Now, then," she said to herself, as she pushed her way bravely along,
+"presents I must have; but how I am to get them I really don't know.
+Auntie is sure to give me a groschen (a penny) for bringing the soup,
+and that will buy a cake for Karl and a cake for baby. But then there
+are mother, father, and the twins. Mother and father might share a
+present, but how about the twins?"
+
+The twins certainly were rather a trouble. They were six years old, just
+four years younger than Hedwig, and insisted on having everything alike.
+
+It was a very cold day and a long walk from the village to the town; but
+Hedwig, trotting along in her warm cloak and hood, was so busy thinking
+of her presents that she was not cold. Just as she was entering the town
+gates, she met her playmate Anna. Hedwig was very pleased, and
+determined to tell her dear friend all her troubles.
+
+"Anna," she began, "I haven't a present for----"
+
+But here she was interrupted, for Anna exclaimed, "Isn't it a shame.
+Hedwig? You know our big barn; well, a cat has made her home there, and
+has two beautiful kittens. Aunt Ottilia found it out this morning, and
+she says the kittens must be drowned."
+
+Hedwig was quite as indignant as her friend.
+
+"I know what I'll do," said Hedwig; "we'll capture the kittens, and then
+I will take them home as my present for the twins."
+
+"That will do very well, Hedwig. You go and buy the things for your
+mother, and then we will get the kittens, and you can carry them home."
+
+Hedwig set off and bought all the things at the shops, and took the soup
+to her aunt. She seemed to be very fortunate that morning, for the old
+lady at the grocer's gave her some odds and ends of ribbon. These she
+intended to make into a bow for her mother, but she saved two long
+pieces to tie round the kittens' necks.
+
+Then, her shopping finished, she made her way back to Anna, who lived at
+a farm a little distance out of town. Carefully and slowly they made
+their way through the yard. It would not do for any one to see them, for
+they might be stopped.
+
+"Come along this way," said Anna; "there they are; now, are not they
+sweet little things?"
+
+For a few seconds Hedwig was lost in admiration, but then she remembered
+that she must hurry, for it was time for her to be home again.
+
+"Now, then, Anna, you take one, and I'll take the other; hide it under
+your apron."
+
+The two children set out with their burdens, but it was not easy work
+getting back again into the garden, where Hedwig had left her basket.
+
+As they were leaving the barn, they had forgotten to shut the door, and
+a curious old hen had marched in. After some chasing they got the hen
+out; but in the hurry to escape from the children, the bird tumbled into
+a tub full of water.
+
+Hedwig and Anna both dropped their kittens in order to rescue the
+unfortunate hen. Anna screamed at the top of her voice, "Oh, she'll
+drown! she'll drown!"
+
+Just then the farmyard gate opened, and Anna, seeing that her old aunt
+was coming, called to Hedwig to run and hide.
+
+Hedwig had only just time to get back into the barn before Aunt Ottilia
+appeared, and inquired what was the matter. She got the hen out of the
+water, scolded Anna, and threatened to send her indoors. After the aunt
+had returned to the house, Hedwig came out of her hiding-place. The two
+kittens had of course disappeared by this time, and the two girls had a
+difficulty in finding them.
+
+After hunting for half an hour they were captured once more, and carried
+to the basket. Then there was another hindrance. There was not room for
+both kittens. One was placed in, and Hedwig agreed to carry the other in
+her arms.
+
+"Now, Hedwig, you had better be off; it is getting quite late," said
+Anna.
+
+"But can't you get me something to eat first; I am so hungry?"
+
+"If I do I shall meet aunt. Haven't you anything with you? Why, there is
+aunt coming; I must run." Anna did run, too, without thinking any more
+of her friend. Hedwig had to set off without waiting longer, for it was
+getting very late. She determined to spend her money in buying some
+bread for herself, hoping to find something else for the boys. After
+eating her bread she set off for home.
+
+[Illustration: OFF TO THE TOWN. (_See p. 356_).]
+
+It seemed such a long walk now, and the basket and kittens were very
+heavy. Twice a kitten escaped, and she had to give chase, so that by the
+time she reached home she was tired and hungry, for it was getting late
+in the afternoon.
+
+She took the kittens up into the loft and fastened them in, after giving
+them a saucerful of milk. Then down she went to tell her mother about
+her purchases.
+
+"Why are you so late, Hedwig?" said her mother. "I have been expecting
+you a very long time. Baby has been so tiresome, and the twins have made
+themselves so untidy. They wanted to be black people, and I found
+Gretchen painting Sophie black with ink. Fortunately they had not done
+very much, but I am so tired with the worry that I think you must get
+the Christmas tree ready."
+
+Hedwig was sorry her mother was tired, but glad to get the tree ready.
+She spread a white tablecloth on the little round table in the big room,
+placed the tree on it, and then made the other tables ready. When all
+was ready, the tree, decorated with candles and sweetmeats, was placed
+in the centre of the room. The little gifts were arranged on small
+tables. Then Hedwig ran upstairs to fetch the ribbon for her mother, and
+the kittens. She found the latter scampering about the loft, and having
+fine fun. She placed them in two baskets, and then carried them down.
+Now all was ready, and Hedwig felt satisfied. The twins would have the
+kittens, mother and father the ribbon, and she had found two small balls
+of her own for Karl and baby. Very pleased with her work, she locked the
+door and ran away to get tidied.
+
+Half an hour afterwards the doors were thrown open, the candles lighted,
+and the whole family entered. But what a state of confusion the room was
+in! for everything was upset and disarranged.
+
+"Oh, the kittens! the kittens!" cried Hedwig; "they must have done it."
+
+Of course, immediately there was a cry of "Which kittens?"
+
+This was soon answered by Gretchen suddenly calling out, in a tone of
+great astonishment--
+
+"There they are, the darlings, fast asleep on my new frock!"
+
+Hedwig then explained everything. The twins were delighted with their
+present; but her mother had to tell Hedwig how naughty it was of her to
+take anything without having first asked leave.
+
+"But, mother dear, they were going to be killed, and I could not bear
+that," said Hedwig.
+
+"Then you should have asked for them, dearie," said mother; "but never
+mind now, to-morrow I will walk over with you, and we will explain
+everything, and give them back again."
+
+Hearing this, the twins began to cry bitterly. They did not want their
+present to be taken from them, and they were not quiet until their
+mother promised to see what she could do.
+
+Then the whole family set to work to tidy up the room. Everything was
+quickly in order, and the presents were given away. Everybody got just
+what they wanted; and Hedwig's mother was very pleased with her ribbon,
+and promised to let father share it. Next day her mother went over to
+the farm with Hedwig, who begged Aunt Ottilia's pardon, and received the
+kittens as a token of her forgiveness.
+
+So, after all the trouble, Hedwig's presents were a great success.
+
+MAGGIE BROWNE.
+
+
+
+
+THE LEGEND OF THE REEDS.
+
+  What are the river reeds whispering,
+    In music so sweet and low?
+  Ah, these are the words they murmur,
+    "My tale would you like to know?"
+
+  "O reeds by the shining water,
+    I'll listen all day, all day,
+  If you will tell me your story
+    Whilst the river rolls away."
+
+  Spake the reed--"I'm a maid named Syrinx,
+    And there once lived a god named Pan;
+  He liked me, but I didn't like him,
+    So away to the woods I ran.
+
+  "I ran very swiftly, but swifter
+    The rough god Pan did pursue,
+  Then I cried to the gods, on Olympus,
+    'There are none to help me but you!'
+
+  "I came to a shining river,
+    And thirsty I stooped to drink,
+  And the kindly gods changed me into
+    A reed on the river's brink.
+
+  "Then Pan grew quite melancholy,
+    And gathered the reeds, and made
+  A pipe; and he thought of me ever
+    When he on his pan-pipe played."
+
+
+
+
+A FEW WORDS ABOUT TATTOOING.
+
+[Illustration: TATTOOED NEW ZEALANDER.]
+
+Some of the readers of these pages, I dare say, saw King Tawhiao, the
+Maori chief, who visited England in the summer of 1884. If so, they
+could not have failed to notice the curious designs that were traced
+upon his face. These scroll-like marks were the result of an operation
+which lasted for six weeks, and which was attended with extreme pain.
+The process is called tattooing, and a person who has undergone it is
+said to be tattooed. It is practised very extensively amongst the
+natives of New Zealand and the South Sea Islands generally, women as
+well as men, whose bodies are covered with patterns of an elaborate, or
+fantastic, or picturesque description, though sometimes the design is of
+a comparatively simple sort. Nearly every British sailor has
+tattoo-marks on his arm--an anchor, ship, initials, or what not--and
+unless I am much mistaken, some of the lads now perusing these sentences
+have now and then ornamented (or disfigured) their hands and arms with
+similar signs.
+
+In New Zealand the tattoo-marks run in unbroken lines, while in the
+South Sea Islands they are in dotted lines. The pain of the process in
+both cases is most acute, especially in the former. In New Zealand the
+figures are formed by driving little chisels, which have been dipped in
+some colouring-matter, through the skin. In the South Sea Islands a
+series of punctures are made with a fish-bone, which is, however,
+sometimes used as a needle. Every variety of design is employed--trees,
+flowers, animals, weapons, and so forth. It is considered a disgrace for
+the person being tattooed to give way to any sign of suffering, but as
+the pain is so exquisite, cries of torture occasionally rise to the
+lips. In order, therefore, to drown such cries, and so preserve the
+patient's reputation for bravery, it is usual for a number of his female
+friends to sing songs throughout the operation. Some tattooers acquire
+great skill in their art, and will form a design which shall be
+beautiful, elaborate, or otherwise, according to the fee. But in any
+case it is well to deal liberally with the artist, lest he should allow
+the chisel to slip "accidentally on purpose," and produce a permanent
+disfigurement instead of a fine design. The colouring-matter in which
+the tool is dipped is a thick mixture, prepared by rubbing down charcoal
+in oil or water. The pattern appears black on a brown skin, and dark
+blue on the skin of a white man, and is of course indelible.
+
+Since the process is so painful, why do the Maoris and others submit
+themselves to it? They look upon the tattooing as a kind of personal
+adornment; and, you know, there is no accounting for tastes. The ways of
+savage and civilised races are past finding out. Some wear articles in
+their noses, ears, and lips; others flatten the heads of their babies.
+Chinese ladies' feet are compressed to such an extent that they wobble
+when they walk. The Zulus and other peoples arrange their hair in the
+most extraordinary styles. These peculiar fashions are no doubt indulged
+in under the impression that they add to the beauty of those who adopt
+them. And so we find it in the case of tattooing, though the custom is
+also supposed--in the case of men--to mark the transition from youth to
+manhood, being performed usually at that period. To a small extent it is
+also believed to be employed as a badge of mourning or sign of respect
+for a departed friend. The tattoo is regarded as an honour, and is
+reserved for free men only, slaves in New Zealand not being permitted to
+undergo the operation. Oddly enough, those who are accustomed to see
+tattooed people think that natives without it look bare and
+"unfinished." Tattooing is said to be on the wane. If it be so, it is
+quite possible that Macaulay's famous New Zealander may present none of
+those marks which distinguished the features of King Tawhiao.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN DECEMBER.
+
+The present month undoubtedly presents fewer floral attractions than any
+other in the whole year. Everything is in a torpid state of existence,
+and the combined forces of frost, snow, wind, and rain render December
+unpleasant both indoors and out. The only kinds of vegetation which seem
+to flourish just now are the insignificant, but wonderfully beautiful,
+mosses and lichens which everywhere clothe the rock and tree and hedge
+with their diverse forms and hues. Unlike flowering plants, they do not
+require culture of any sort, their beauty being wholly of a more or less
+microscopic nature, and their nourishment is derived from the atmosphere
+rather than by means of roots.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+It is during such dull and lifeless months as December that our
+attention becomes more engrossed with individual floral beauty, than it
+does when the display is both extensive and varied. To obtain even a few
+flowers at this time of the year much previous care and attention must
+have been expended. Where one plant is detected in making more headway
+than others its flowering-period may be greatly facilitated by carefully
+guarding it from the evil effects of excessive rains and strong winds;
+this may be easily done by placing an inverted bell-glass over the
+plants, invariably lifting this off on fine and warm days, and whenever
+there is no fear of damage from sudden winds or rains. Stifling hardy
+plants by keeping them in a confined atmosphere, whether indoors or out,
+is the worst possible plan to follow in order to procure early blooms.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+An important feature in connection with next summer's display must now
+be considered, and the preliminary arrangements carried out as far as
+possible during the present month; it consists in the formation of new
+shapes of beds, and a general reconstruction of design. But, as we have
+previously intimated, it is most undesirable to have a small garden
+chopped up into a number of beds, as then the greater part of space will
+be needlessly taken up by walks. Too much uniformity is just as
+undesirable as an excess of irregularities. No change of any sort should
+be carried out without well considering whether such would be for the
+better, and also whether the garden in its altered state would yield a
+correspondingly greater amount of real pleasure, tantamount to the time
+and trouble involved in effecting the change. Presupposing that some
+change or other is to be done, great care must be taken not to destroy
+the roots of various perennials, which may be hidden beneath the
+surface, as many a rare and beautiful plant is in this manner often
+destroyed.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+The amount of planting to be done now is by no means extensive, but it
+should only be done in dry weather. Narcissus, crocus, hyacinths, and
+tulips should be all in the ground by the end of this month at the very
+latest, and will produce bloom in very desirable succession to those
+planted a month or two previously. A surfacing of cocoanut-fibre refuse,
+which may be obtained from most seedsmen or nurserymen, will be found an
+excellent protection against frosts, and also against the ravages of
+slugs. The curious roots of ranunculus should be at once planted; these
+roots consist of small, fleshy, spindle-shaped claws, which are united
+at the crown. In planting, the claws should point _downwards_. Few late
+spring flowering plants excel the ranunculus in richness of colour; and
+to be grown with any degree of success a rich soil is essential, one of
+light loam, leaf-mould, and spent hot-bed materials forming the best
+compost. A distance of six inches apart each way, and a depth of about
+two inches will suffice for these plants, and a warm sunny spot is most
+suitable. The roots are very cheap, a dozen of various colours costing
+only threepence or fourpence.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+Anemones constitute a race of very pretty, delicate, and showy spring
+flowers, having varieties of nearly every hue, both single and double,
+but the former class is much preferable. They thrive best in good loamy
+soil, which has been well manured the year previous to planting. Roots
+should be obtained and planted--at about 4 in. apart--as soon as
+possible, the sooner the better, so that the plants will be sturdy and
+well grown before the very severe weather commences. Roots cost about
+nine-pence or one shilling per dozen. Unless the charming lily of the
+valley be already an inmate of our Children's Own Garden, a few "crowns"
+should be now purchased and placed in almost any part of the garden, but
+thorough drainage is most essential. Whilst thriving in any ordinary
+soil, they produce very fine bloom when in a rich porous compost. The
+roots should be taken up, divided, and replanted separately once in
+every four years.
+
+
+
+
+A RACE FOR A CAT.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+
+"Too small! too small!" so the birds sang, so the roses whispered, so
+the bees hummed.
+
+"She will creep in at the window," said the mother, who was kneeling
+beside a little child. "Only a small child can do that."
+
+[Illustration: "A CAT WAS LYING ... UPON A CHAIR" (_p. 363_).]
+
+But the window shut down suddenly with a bang, and the house to which it
+belonged began to move away, slowly at first, then quicker and quicker,
+until it was out of sight altogether. The child began to sob, and said--
+
+"Nan will run after it."
+
+Ah! such a flutter among the roses, and such a twittering amongst the
+birds, whilst the bees hummed--
+
+      "Too small, too small!
+      She should be tall,
+  If she would catch the house at all."
+
+And the birds sang--
+
+      "She must grow,
+      We all do know;
+  And that's a process very slow."
+
+"It will be years," said the mother, "before she grows tall."
+
+"Pooh! porridge!" said a toy dog that was lying on the ground.
+
+The mother turned round.
+
+The little dog was standing upright, and had pricked up his ears.
+
+"Porridge, porridge!" he said, and he kept saying it over so many times
+that at last the mother thought there must be something in it.
+
+
+II.
+
+So the mother made some porridge, and Nan began to eat it.
+
+At the first plateful she could look over the table; at the second she
+reached up to her mother's shoulder; at the third she was taller than
+her mother.
+
+"Stop! stop!" said the mother, as Nan began upon the fourth plate;
+"you'll be a giantess; and your legs are so thin, I am afraid they will
+break in two. You look as if you were on stilts."
+
+"One must have long legs," said Nan, "in order to run fast. It was the
+woolly dog that thought of it," she added, and she would have stooped
+down to pat the toy dog, with its red morocco collar, but she was so
+high up that she found it a difficult matter to bend down. "I am as
+stiff as a poker," said she.
+
+The woolly dog, however, understood what she wanted, and he jumped upon
+a chair, then upon the table, and finally into Nan's arms.
+
+She would have given him some porridge, but her mother said--
+
+"No; if he should grow as tall as you, we should not know what to do
+with him."
+
+Then the little dog laughed.
+
+"Perhaps he will run away with the spoon," said Nan.
+
+But no; he was an honest little dog, and did not think of doing anything
+of the kind.
+
+
+III.
+
+On the opposite side of the house was an old gentleman in a velvet cap.
+He had a paper in his hand, and was trying to teach something to a boy
+who was on the other side of the trellis. But the boy was not attending
+to him, though he kept his eyes fixed upon the paper.
+
+No; he was muttering--
+
+"The little cat was in the house, and the house moved away. It must have
+been an enchanted house and an enchanted cat."
+
+"What are you saying?" asked the old gentleman. "That is not on the
+paper."
+
+Then the boy looked up and said--
+
+"If I'd seven-leagued boots, I'd go after them."
+
+"That is certainly not written down there," answered the old gentleman.
+"Of what are you thinking, Ulick?"
+
+"Of the house that stood close by this house. I had a dream last night
+that it moved away, and that the little cat with which I played had also
+gone, and I want to go after them."
+
+"You talk nonsense, Ulick. How can a house made of bricks and mortar and
+heavy beams of wood move away?"
+
+"That I know not; but it is gone. I hear it now rumbling away in the
+distance, as if it were on great wheels--I do really," answered Ulick.
+
+[Illustration: "THE MOTHER ... WAS KNEELING BESIDE A LITTLE CHILD" (_p.
+361_).]
+
+The old gentleman, who often came to chat with Ulick, and to try to
+teach him various things, felt quite vexed, and he folded up his paper,
+and shut up his camp-stool and went away.
+
+When he had gone an old hen turned round and spoke to Ulick.
+
+"You can hear us, for you have the right sort of ears, but the old man
+cannot. It is quite true: the house has gone."
+
+"Where?"
+
+The rabbits were listening, with their long ears erect.
+
+"That I cannot tell, but Nan is going after it."
+
+"Nan! but she is so small."
+
+"Is she?" exclaimed the hen. "You should see her now that she has eaten
+the porridge: she is much taller than her mother, and her legs are so
+long that she can skim over the ground like an ostrich."
+
+"Then she will get the cat."
+
+"Perhaps. One does not know," answered the hen.
+
+"I hope she will," said a young rabbit.
+
+"I hope she won't," said an old rabbit, "for then she will bring her
+back here."
+
+There was a groan amongst the rabbits and the poultry. And then the
+Virginian creeper, that was twisting and turning and throwing its leaves
+about all over the trellis, began to quiver and shake as if it were
+trying to say something, and at last a very tiny voice came from one of
+the shoots, and said--
+
+  "Should Nan the flying house o'ertake,
+  She will with it long journeys make,
+  And come back here no more."
+
+The fowls and rabbits were glad to hear this, but Ulick said--
+
+"Nan shall not overtake the house; Nan shall not have the dear little
+cat."
+
+
+IV.
+
+"Nan will soon be tired," said Ulick; "besides, she does not know where
+to go."
+
+"Do you?"
+
+Ulick started, for he could see no one. Still he was not surprised, for
+since the rabbits and fowls and Virginian creeper had begun to talk
+there was no reason why other things should not also. It must have been
+some sensible creature; and he began to consider the point.
+
+No, he did not know where the house had gone; he did not suppose that
+even the top of the tallest chimney would be visible, or even the smoke
+from it. The house might have gone along the straight road, or have
+turned to the right or left, he could not tell. And Ulick sat down upon
+a large moss-covered stone, and felt very despondent.
+
+"What's the matter, little man?" asked his big brother Ben, who happened
+to come up at the moment. And Ulick told him of his difficulty.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE WAS SO HIGH UP" (_p. 361_).]
+
+"Oh! if that is all," said big Ben, "I will start you on your journey,
+for I know which way the house went. I saw it rumbling along the road,
+and then it turned off to the right and kept a straight line over the
+country; nothing stopped it, hedges, ditches, or anything else."
+
+And he took Ulick's hand, and went out upon the road with him. Ulick
+half turned and kissed his hand to his own home.
+
+"What is that for?" asked Ben.
+
+"For 'good-bye,' if I don't come back again. The house might take me
+away altogether, you know."
+
+Ben laughed.
+
+"Well, then, boy, start off, for there in the distance over the
+corn-fields you can just see the house. There, there--do you see
+it--moving along?"
+
+"No--yes--no--yes, yes I do. But what is that?"
+
+
+V.
+
+"What is that? why, a pole with a flag on the top," said Ben.
+
+"No, no," said Ulick, "that----"
+
+"Why, it's Nan flying along. What long legs she has! She goes so fast
+that she seems as if she were in two places at once."
+
+"There are two girls running," said Ulick, "and one seems to be
+overtaking the other all the time."
+
+"No, there is but one," answered Ben, "but she is here and there so
+quickly that you seem to see her in two places at once--you understand
+what I mean. And it looks exactly like two people."
+
+"I don't know," said Ulick; "I am sure there are two Nans. What long
+legs!"
+
+"Yes, porridge has done that. You should have had some porridge. You'll
+never overtake her."
+
+But Ulick started off. Ben watched him out of sight, and then went home.
+
+
+[Illustration: "HE HAD A PAPER IN HIS HAND" (_p. 361_).]
+
+
+VI.
+
+Now, all this time a cat was lying comfortably upon a chair in the house
+that was running away.
+
+The chair was covered with red velvet, and there was a bright fire in
+the room, that sparkled and glowed and made all the furniture in it
+shine.
+
+The cat looked up and then she purred, saying--
+
+  "Till there is a place
+    Where gamekeepers are not,
+  My house shall not stay
+    In any spot."
+
+And the house with the cat in it went on and on, until it came to a
+far-off place where there were no houses and no gamekeepers, and no fear
+of traps. Then it stopped with such a jerk that the front door flew
+open, and a woolly dog, with a red morocco collar and very stiff legs,
+came in, crying out--
+
+  "She is coming, she is coming,
+    She will like a cup of tea.
+  She must be quite hot with running,
+    She is coming after me."
+
+"Who is _she_?" asked the cat.
+
+Then said the dog--
+
+  "Little Nan, she ate the porridge,
+    And she grew quite tall,
+  But when she has reached your cottage
+    She will be quite small."
+
+"Why?" asked the cat.
+
+"Because the effect of the porridge only lasts whilst she is running."
+
+"Oh!" responded the cat.
+
+Upon which Nan herself came running in, and she was no larger than when
+her mother was kneeling beside her in the garden.
+
+"O my dear, dearest, darling, little pussy-cat! I have found you again,
+and we will live together always, and you will let me play with you. I
+am so glad to see you again."
+
+The cat purred and rubbed her head against Nan, as much as to say "Yes."
+
+And the woolly dog barked for joy.
+
+[Illustration: "'THERE ARE TWO GIRLS RUNNING,' SAID ULICK" (_p. 363_).]
+
+So Nan had won the race.
+
+Nan looked out of the window and nodded to Ulick, who was panting in the
+distance. She also held up the cat for him to see.
+
+There was no longer any need for Ulick to run, for everything round him
+was shouting--
+
+"Nan has won the race!"
+
+Yes, he knew that she had, and he wept bitterly and went home again.
+Perhaps if he had also eaten the porridge he might have outstripped
+Nan.
+
+No one ever saw the house again, though once it returned to the spot
+upon which it had stood near Ulick's home. It did not stay long there,
+only just long enough for Nan's mother to pack up her clothes and join
+her little girl, who was too small to live by herself.
+
+Then the front door shut quite tightly, and the house fled away faster
+than ever, and never stopped until it had reached a beautiful island
+far, far away in the middle of the sea. There it paused, for no
+gamekeepers, or traps, or cruel boys were to be found there. And in the
+house on the beautiful island Nan and her mother, and the cat, and the
+toy dog lived peacefully and happily for ever and ever.
+
+JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+ETHEL'S PINK PLANT;
+
+AND WHAT HAPPENED TO IT.
+
+
+Ethel was always trying to write poetry, but it was so hard to find
+rhymes. When the cat killed the big pink begonia, she did manage to find
+a rhyme; and she thought the epitaph looked beautiful printed in violet
+ink on a piece of paper--
+
+  "Here my poor begonia lies.
+  Drop a tear and wipe your eyes."
+
+These were the only verses Ethel ever made. Perhaps we are beginning
+near the end of the story. You may want to know what the big pink
+begonia was, and how the cat killed it.
+
+The beginning of this sad story was a red ribbon bow with a kitten
+behind it: the bow was so big and the cat was so little, that the
+ribbon looked much more important than the kitten that wore it. Ethel
+called the kitten Kafoozalum: Tom talked of the bow with the cat behind
+it; to which Ethel retorted: "The ribbon becomes her very much, Tom.
+Boys have no taste."
+
+Early in the summer--about the time that the kitten was a weak little
+squeaker in a basket of straw with the cat of the house next door--Ethel
+was given a plant as a present. There had never before been a begonia in
+her mother's greenhouse; and Ethel knew very little about it, except
+that any rough treatment would kill it. The begonia grew very fast. It
+became a tall plant, with beautiful large reddish-veined leaves, and it
+was covered with a cloud of pink blossoms.
+
+One day Ethel ran out of the conservatory in a hurry and left the door
+open; and Kafoozalum--the red bow with the kitten behind it--ran into
+the conservatory in a hurry, as she had never had the chance before.
+Tom, coming home from school, went, watering-pot in hand, to attend to
+his geranium-slips; he found the door open, and the kitten nearly on its
+head in frantic attempts to roll in the begonia pot.
+
+A few weeks after, all the pink bloom was gone. The begonia, branch and
+leaf, died away. There was nothing left but a dry brown stump.
+
+"It is dead!" cried Ethel. "A knock or a rub kills the young shoots.
+Mrs. Smith told me so. Kafoozalum rubbed and knocked it enough to kill
+it all."
+
+"Tears! tears for the begonia!" laughed Tom. "Why, Ethel, I thought
+nothing but the death of Kafoozalum would reduce you to tears."
+
+"Ah! Tom, but you don't know how fond I was of that plant. It was the
+only one I ever had. I feel almost as if it was _really alive_ once, and
+dead now! I shall make it a grave and bury it."
+
+Tom seemed very much amused at this idea--because the begonia was buried
+already in its own pot--and Ethel could not bear his making fun about
+it. So she ran away to her mother's room, with tears in her eyes.
+
+"Mother, how do you spell 'begonia'?"
+
+"Why, dear? who are you writing to?"
+
+"My poor begonia is quite dead," sobbed Ethel, with a gulp of grief. "I
+want to write its epitaph."
+
+"You mustn't cry about it now, Ethel dear. It could not feel. I shall
+get you another next summer."
+
+But the only consolation Ethel could get was the writing of the epitaph.
+She worked at this for half an hour, and smeared herself very much with
+violet ink.
+
+"Here is laid my pink begonia," was her first attempt.
+
+Tom came into the room to learn his lessons at the other side of the
+table.
+
+"Tom," she said, "please don't say your verbs out loud. I can't write
+poetry when you do. Tell me a rhyme for begonia. 'Here is laid my pink
+begonia.'"
+
+"'Toss it over the wall, or let it alone-will-you?' That is the only
+rhyme in the English language," said Tom.
+
+"You are very unkind," said Ethel, leaning her cheek on an inky hand,
+and rubbing her hair till it was a wild black mane. Then she tried what
+would happen if she began in quite a different way. At last she read out
+in sad tones:--
+
+  "Here my poor begonia lies,
+  Drop a tear and wipe your eyes."
+
+To which Tom only answered in a jaunty tone, throwing his penknife out
+of his pocket.
+
+  "Here's my knife to bury your roots,
+  Lock the greenhouse, and wipe your boots."
+
+Ethel's mouth gave a little twitch; but she would not laugh when Tom
+made fun of her poetry.
+
+She went into the greenhouse, carrying a piece of black stuff and a pair
+of scissors, the penknife, and her verses printed in violet.
+
+Then she dug a hole in the earthen floor, under the greenhouse shelf, in
+a warm corner near the pipes. Next she dug her begonia root out of the
+pot, popped it into the hole, and covered it up, and left a bit of stick
+standing upright, holding in a notch the wonderful epitaph.
+
+Tom found her there, drying and smearing her face with an earthy corner
+of her pinafore. Tom had Kafoozalum peeping out from under his
+jacket-front; but Ethel sobbed afresh at the sight of the red bow with
+the kitten behind it.
+
+"Come and take care of my geraniums with me, Ethel," said Tom.
+
+"Oh! boo-hoo-no-no! You are very unkind."
+
+"Why, what have I done? _I_ didn't roll on my head in the begonia pot,
+did I, pussy?"
+
+"Oh! boo-hoo--go 'way!"
+
+So Tom went away. But the next time Ethel went into the greenhouse with
+a bright face, she could not help laughing at Tom's addition to her
+verses. She read:--
+
+  "Here my poor begonia lies,
+  Drop a tear and wipe your eyes--
+  The door was open--if you had locked it,
+  The bow with the kitten couldn't have knocked it."
+
+The winter passed; and Ethel's birthday came in the spring.
+
+"Here is a silver pencil for you to write poetry with," said Tom,
+mischievously. Poetry or not the silver pencil was worth having, and
+Ethel felt that teasing Tom was fond of her. Ah! what could she do
+without Tom, or without the teasing either? "Come into the greenhouse,"
+he said; "there's a begonia for you."
+
+"Is there? I thought I had all my presents."
+
+She went racing to the greenhouse, and came back with a disappointed
+face. "Why do you cheat me, Tom? This is not the first of April."
+
+"Come and see." He led her into the greenhouse to the pink begonia's
+grave.
+
+They both stooped down to the corner of the earthen floor near the hot
+pipes.
+
+There was a dark red folded leaf growing above the earth.
+
+"Oh, Tom! it is my own dear old plant."
+
+"Yes--it is growing up again for another summer," he said. "I found it
+a week ago; but I kept it for a birthday surprise."
+
+"Tom," said Ethel, seizing his arm in her delight, "put my poetry in
+your pocket, and let us go and ask mother if we should put it in a pot."
+
+"What? put the poetry in a pot? Whatever for?"
+
+"Oh! no, I didn't mean that at all--I mean----"
+
+"Never mind--here go the verses, though they've served their turn."
+
+So the pink plant went into a pot again, and grew more beautiful than
+ever; and the only poetry Ethel ever made went into Tom's pocket.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+VI.--THE MONUMENTS.
+
+
+As we walk round the building once more, I shall not attempt even to
+name the greater number of the Monuments, but confine myself to telling
+you something about the more remarkable ones. The earliest monuments
+were really the tombs of persons buried here; many of the modern ones
+simply commemorate illustrious men and women buried elsewhere.
+
+We will first make the round of the chapels, and begin with that of St.
+Benedict, where once an indulgence of two years and forty days could be
+obtained by hearing mass at the altar. But the altar has gone, and in
+its place rises the stately tomb of Frances Howard, Countess of
+Hertford, whose effigy lies where once stood the candlesticks and sacred
+host. Close by is the tomb of Archbishop Langham, who was buried here in
+1376, with his head towards the altar, little dreaming that that altar
+would ever be displaced to make room for the tomb of a heretic lady.
+
+Through an ancient oaken screen we enter the adjacent Chapel of St.
+Edmund. Here is the once beautiful tomb of William de Valence, Earl of
+Pembroke, and half-brother to Henry III. Some of the monuments in this
+chapel are of great interest as examples of ancient art, but there is
+not much to say about their occupants. Frances Hokes, who died in 1622,
+is represented in Greek costume, and Horace Walpole and others have
+highly praised this statue. Close by lies Lady Knollys, who attended
+Anna Boleyn on the scaffold. In the monument of Elizabeth Russell we
+have the earliest of the sitting figures, which have been so strongly
+condemned by many who maintain that a recumbent or bowed figure is the
+only proper one for a tomb. Her marble finger points to a death's-head
+at her feet, and hence arose the story that she died from a prick of a
+needle, and some chose to add that it was a judgment upon her for
+working on Sunday. But we must leave the men and women "of high degree"
+who throng this chapel, and the tiny alabaster babies of Edward III. in
+their little cradle, and pass on to the Chapel of St. Nicholas. This
+chapel is rich in monuments of the Elizabethan era, and was once bright
+with gold and colouring.
+
+Of the royal tombs in the Chapel of Henry VII. I have already spoken,
+but there are some others of great interest. One bay, or chapel, is
+nearly filled by the monument of James I.'s favourite "Steenie"--George
+Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, who was assassinated by Felton at
+Portsmouth, in 1628. In another bay are two beautiful modern monuments,
+harmonising well with their surroundings: the one of the Duke of
+Montpensier, brother of Louis Philippe, the other of the late Dean
+Stanley. The Duke of Richmond and his beautiful Duchess, "La Belle
+Stuart," occupy a bay with their colossal canopied tomb. Of the other
+tombs in the Chapel of Henry VII., we should specially mention that of
+General Monk in the south aisle. He had a splendid funeral. For the
+three weeks that he lay in state forty gentlemen of good family stood as
+mutes with their backs against the wall, twenty each day alternately.
+
+In the Chapel of St. Paul is the once gilded tomb of Lord Bourchier, the
+standard-bearer of Henry V. at the battle of Agincourt. The altar has
+given place to the tomb of Frances Sydney, the wife of Ratcliff, Earl of
+Sussex, who figures in Scott's story of "Kenilworth." Near at hand is
+the tomb of Sir Thomas Bromley, the Lord Chancellor, who presided at the
+trial of Mary, Queen of Scots. But the chief feature of this chapel is
+the colossal marble effigy of James Watt, the celebrated improver of the
+steam-engine--a splendid monument, from the chisel of Sir F. Chantrey.
+
+The adjoining chapel, dedicated to St. John the Baptist, contains the
+tomb of one of Cromwell's officers, Colonel Edward Popham. Where the
+altar once stood stands the loftiest monument in the Abbey--the tomb of
+Queen Elizabeth's Chamberlain, Lord Hundsdon. The old statesman had
+waited long for an earldom, which the queen had granted and revoked
+three times over. She came at last to see him, and lay the patent and
+the robes of a peer on his bed. "Madam," said the old man, "seeing you
+counted me not worthy of this honour whilst I was living, I count myself
+unworthy of it now that I am dying."
+
+Visitors are not admitted into the beautifully sculptured, but dark,
+little chapel of Abbot Islip. Just beyond it we enter what is now called
+the eastern aisle of the south transept, formerly the separate chapels.
+Here we find the celebrated tomb of Sir Francis Vere. Above the
+warrior's effigy, supported by four kneeling knights, is a plain canopy,
+upon which lies his helm and breastplate. Looking round, we see many
+interesting memorials: Admiral Kempenfelt, who went down in the _Royal
+George_; Sir John Franklin, who perished among Polar icebergs: Telford,
+the engineer; Sir Humphry Davy, the philosopher: all these and many
+others are commemorated in this aisle.
+
+Emerging now into the north transept, we find ourselves amongst what has
+been termed "the dead Parliament of Britain." Famous statesmen look down
+upon us from their marble pedestals, and beneath the central pavement
+are the graves of Chatham, Pitt, Fox, Castlereagh, Canning, Wilberforce,
+Grattan, and Palmerston. The magnificent monument to the great Earl of
+Chatham cost Ł6,000. Close beside it stands the huge pile of sculpture
+by Nollekens, in memory of the three captains who fell in Rodney's
+famous victory over the French in April, 1782. Nearly opposite to
+Chatham's monument is Chantrey's fine statue of Canning. On each side
+the transept, and in the contiguous western aisle, the eye rests upon
+sculptured marble bearing honoured names--Warren Hastings, Richard
+Cobden, Palmerston, Beaconsfield, and others whose lives are part of our
+country's history. As we stand here we may well remember the words of
+Macaulay: "In no other cemetery do so many great citizens lie within so
+narrow a space. High over these venerable graves towers the stately
+monument of Chatham, and from above, his effigy, graven by a cunning
+hand, seems still, with eagle face and outstretched arm, to bid England
+to be of good cheer, and to hurl defiance at her foes."
+
+From the north transept we pass to the nave along the north aisle of the
+choir. Here we enter what has been termed a "Musicians' Corner;" amongst
+a few other organists and composers lies Henry Purcell, whose epitaph
+(written by Dryden) declares that he has gone to "that blessed place
+where only his harmonies can be excelled." The sitting figure of the
+great philanthropist, William Wilberforce, a little farther on, is not
+generally admired.
+
+Passing through the gate into the nave, we see against the choir screen
+on our left the monument of Sir Isaac Newton, with a tedious list of his
+discoveries. Proceeding along the north aisle we see to the left the new
+pulpit for the Sunday evening services, and near it is a brass of
+life-size on a slab covering the grave of the eminent engineer, Robert
+Stephenson. Another slab close by shows the Victoria Tower and a
+ground-plan of the Houses of Parliament. This is the grave of the great
+architect, Sir Charles Barry. The famous African explorer, David
+Livingstone, lies in the centre of the nave. Turning again to the north
+wall we see about the centre of the numerous monuments one to the Right
+Hon. Spencer Perceval, First Lord of the Treasury, who was shot in the
+House of Commons by Bellingham, in the afternoon of May 11th, 1812. In
+this aisle I was going to say lies, but more correctly stands the body
+of Ben Jonson, who is buried in an upright position.
+
+At the end of the aisle are the monuments of a few famous statesmen.
+Among them are Mackintosh the historian, Tierney the orator, Lord
+Holland, Zachary Macaulay, friend of Wilberforce, and father of the
+great historian; and Charles James Fox. The great rivals, Fox and Pitt,
+as we have seen, are buried near each other in the transept. Their
+monuments are also near together--that of Pitt, by Westmacott,
+represents the great orator trampling on the French Revolution, in the
+attitude well known to the House of Commons at that day.
+
+Passing some immense military memorials of little interest nowadays, and
+the busts of Canon Kingsley and the poet Wordsworth, we now turn along
+the southern wall of the nave. Here is the monument of the dramatic poet
+Congreve, and that of Admiral Tyrrell, who was buried at sea in 1766,
+always attracts the notice of visitors. Many allegorical emblems
+surround the representation of the Admiral's resurrection from the
+depths of the sea. The clouds above are so like pancakes as to have
+given the tomb its familiar name of "The Pancake Monument." Farther east
+we reach the monument of the unfortunate Major André, executed as a spy
+by General Washington in the War of Independence. The monument has been
+frequently injured and repaired, as the heads of Washington or André
+have been again and again broken off by persons having strong sympathies
+for one side or the other.
+
+In the south aisle of the choir we pass on the left the curious monument
+of Thomas Thynne, representing in relief the murder of that gentleman in
+Pall Mall. In this aisle also is the monument of the well-known Dr.
+Watts. It was erected here a century after his death; and still more
+recently two other great Dissenters were commemorated close by--John and
+Charles Wesley--the former the founder of the religious society that
+bears his name, and the latter justly called "the sweet singer of
+Methodism."
+
+Passing the remarkable monument which shows us Admiral Shovel dressed as
+a dandy of the period, and reclining on cushions under a canopy, we
+enter the south transept, or Poets' Corner. Geoffrey Chaucer was the
+pioneer of the children of genius in this hallowed spot. He was buried
+here in 1400. Nearly two hundred years passed on, then Spenser was laid
+near by. As we gaze round us we behold such a crowd of honoured names
+that it is difficult to select any for special mention. Just at our feet
+is the black marble slab that covers the grave of Charles Dickens. Close
+by lie the historians Grote and Lord Macaulay. Other gravestones cover
+the mortal remains of the wit Sheridan, the learned Dr. Johnson, Old
+Parr (who lived under ten kings and queens, from Edward IV. to Charles
+I.), &c. The monument of Cowley recalls his grand funeral, which was
+attended by about a hundred coaches full of nobility and eminent
+personages. Close by is a noble bust with the simple inscription--"J.
+Dryden." The monuments to Milton and Shakespeare were erected here by
+admirers long after their death, and are quite unworthy of their fame.
+Gray, Thomson, Goldsmith, and many other poets who were not buried here,
+are commemorated on the walls and columns. The beautiful bust of the
+poet Longfellow is one of the most recent additions to the interesting
+features of Poets' Corner. A tablet to Granville Sharp reminds us how
+that good man exerted himself on behalf of the slave Somerset, and
+procured from twelve English judges the famous decision "that as soon as
+any slave sets his foot on English ground he is free." The allegorical
+pile in memory of the "Great Duke of Argyll" strikes the eye of every
+visitor. The monument to Dr. Busby, the famous Westminster schoolmaster,
+is a fine piece of sculpture. Addison represents Sir Roger de Coverley
+as standing before it and saying, "Dr. Busby! a great man; he whipped my
+grandfather; a very great man! I should have gone to him myself, if I
+had not been a blockhead--a very great man." If we turn round we see the
+statue of Addison himself, by Westmacott, in the farther corner of the
+transept. He was very fond of meditating in the old Abbey, and in the
+_Spectator_ are many beautiful thoughts suggested by his visits to the
+place. I will conclude our survey of the tombs with a few of his
+words:--"When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy
+dies within me; when I read the epitaph of the beautiful every
+inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a
+tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the
+parents themselves I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we
+must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who have deposed
+them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men
+who divided the world by their contests and disputes, I reflect with
+sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and
+debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some
+that died yesterday and some that died six hundred years ago, I consider
+that day when we shall all make our appearance together."
+
+
+
+
+THE BIRDS' PETITION.
+
+      We four little birdies, scarce able to fly,
+      Are starv'd with the cold of the frosty sky;
+  Through the trees and the hedgerows the white snow is driven,
+  And lies around everywhere under the heaven;
+      It hangs on the woods, it covers the wold,
+      It spreads over city, and hamlet, and hold.
+
+      Happy ye little folk! sheltered at home
+      From the blasts that over the white world roam;
+  You are merry and gay 'mid your plentiful stores,
+  Oh, think of us ready to die out of doors!
+
+      The ground yields no worm, few berries the trees,
+      Oh, throw us some crumbs, little folk, if you please!
+
+      So, when the summer-time comes with the flowers
+      Decking the meadows, the wild wood, and bowers,
+  Every garden and grove shall resound with our song:
+  Oh, hear now our cry, for the winter is long!
+      The berries are scarce, so deep lies the snow,
+      But there's comfort in crumbs for birdies, you know!
+
+[Illustration: BEGGING FOR CRUMBS. _See p. 368._]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS, HERE, THERE, AND EVERYWHERE]
+
+About the Mistletoe.
+
+
+The mistletoe is a shrub which grows or lives upon certain trees, such
+as the apple, pear, and hawthorn. It is found also on limes, poplars,
+firs, and sycamores, and, more rarely, on oaks--contrary to the popular
+belief. The white berries are full of a thick clammy juice by which the
+seeds are fastened to the branches where they take root. The mistletoe
+has been the object of a very special regard for centuries, and traces
+of this high esteem still survive in the well-known Christmas custom.
+One variety of this practice has it that each time a kiss is snatched
+under the mistletoe, a berry is plucked from the bush, and that when the
+berries have all been removed the privilege ceases. The Druids thought
+that the mistletoe which grew upon the oak possessed magical virtues,
+and they valued it accordingly. One of their priests in a white robe cut
+off the precious bush with a golden knife.
+
+
+Badges of the Apostles.
+
+The painters of the Middle Ages used to represent the Apostles with
+special badges which were generally symbolical of some incident in their
+lives. Andrew was depicted with a _cross_, because he was crucified;
+Bartholomew with a _knife_, because he was flayed; James the Greater
+with a _pilgrim's staff_ and _gourd bottle_, because he was the patron
+saint of pilgrims; James the Less with a _fuller's pole_, because he was
+slain by Simeon the fuller with a blow on the head with his pole; John
+with _a cup and a winged serpent flying out of it_, in allusion to the
+tradition that the apostle was challenged by a priest of Diana to drink
+a cup of poison. John made the sign of the cross on the cup, whereupon
+Satan, like a dragon, flew from it, and the apostle drank the cup with
+safety. Judas was represented with a _bag_, because he bare the bag and
+"what was put therein;" Jude with a _club_, because he was killed by
+that weapon; Matthew with a _hatchet_, because he was slain by one;
+Matthias with a _battle-axe_, because after having been stoned he was
+beheaded; Paul with a _sword_, because his head was cut off with one;
+Peter with a _bunch of keys_ and also with a _cock_, in reference to the
+familiar episodes; Philip with a _long staff surmounted by a cross_,
+because he died by being hung by the neck to a tall pillar; Simon with a
+_saw_, because he was sawn to death; Thomas with a _lance_, because his
+body was pierced with a lance.
+
+
+The Yule Log.
+
+Who has not heard of the huge log (or clog) of wood that is laid in the
+fireplace on Christmas Eve amid great pomp and ceremony? It is lighted
+with the brand of last year's log which is always carefully preserved
+for the purpose. During the burning of the log there is much
+merry-making and songs and dances and telling of stories. It was the
+subject of several superstitions. If it did not burn all night that was
+looked upon as a misfortune, and if a barefooted or squinting person
+came to the house while it was burning that also was a bad omen. The
+name Yule carries us back to the far-off ages when the heathen nations
+of the North held their annual winter festival in honour of the sun.
+
+
+The Senses of Bees.
+
+Experiments conducted by Sir John Lubbock seem to show that bees have a
+preference for blue flowers. Besides this curious display of a colour
+sense, there is some reason to believe that these "busy" insects may
+possibly possess in a very rude state the power of hearing. Some bees
+were trained to come for honey placed on a musical box, on the lawn
+close to a window of the house. The box was made to play several hours
+daily for a fortnight; it was then brought indoors out of sight, but
+close to the open window, about seven yards from its former position.
+The bees did not, however, find the honey, though when it was once shown
+to them they came promptly enough.
+
+
+Abolition of Christmas Day.
+
+On December the 24th, 1652, there appeared in a small gazette called the
+_Flying Eagle_ one of the most curious statements ever published in
+connection with Christmas Day. It told how the House of Commons had that
+day been considering the business of the Navy, and how, before it
+separated, it had been presented with a "terrible remonstrance" against
+Christmas Day. "In consequence of this," the _Flying Eagle_ went on to
+say, "Parliament spent some time in consultation about the abolition of
+Christmas Day, passed orders to that effect, and resolved to sit on the
+following day, which was commonly called Christmas Day."
+
+
+The Dancing Bird.
+
+The forests of Nicaragua are the home of a dancing bird, variously
+called "Toledo" from its whistling note, and "Bailador," or "Dancer,"
+from its curious jumping action. A naturalist has described their
+remarkable performances. Upon a bare twig about four feet from the
+ground, two male Bailadors were seen engaged in a song and dance. They
+were about eighteen inches apart, and alternately jumped two feet into
+the air, alighting always in the same spot. As soon as one bird alighted
+the other bird jumped up, their time being like clockwork in its
+regularity, and each "accompanying himself to the tune of
+'_to-le-do_'--'_to-le-do_'--'_to-le-do_,' sounding the syllable '_to_'
+as he crouched to spring, '_le_' while in the air, and '_do_' as he
+alighted." The performance was kept up for more than a minute, when the
+birds found they were being watched, and made off.
+
+
+Americanisms.
+
+A few words current in the United States are being gradually adopted in
+England. The number of new words coined in America is said to be very
+small indeed, as compared with the number of fresh meanings which
+certain words have been made to bear. Of the former "caucus"--a
+political committee--and "Yankee" are examples. Of the latter "smart"
+used for "clever," and "clever" for "amiable," are specimens. But even
+among the different States of the Union, verbal peculiarities are found.
+When the new Englander "guesses," the Western "calculates," and the
+Southern "reckons," but these various terms are all meant in the one
+sense--namely of thinking or supposing. In the New England States,
+"ugly" is employed for "ill-natured," and "friends" for "relations."
+Some of the words in vogue in the Middle States are survivals of the
+original Dutch colonists--as "boss," an employer or manager, and
+"loafer," a vagabond. As to the Western States, it has been amusingly
+observed that "every prominent person has his own private vocabulary."
+Like the Emperor Sigismund the Great, who was "above grammar," the
+Western States folk are superior to dictionaries.
+
+
+Peacock Pie.
+
+On the tables of the squires and nobles was sometimes seen at Christmas
+and other festive seasons a peacock pie, but so costly was the dish that
+it was only the very wealthy who could face such extravagance. At one
+end of the pie the peacock's head, in all its plumage and with beak
+richly gilt, appeared above the crust, while at the other end the tail
+with feathers outspread made a brave show. The dish, however, was
+regarded more in the light of a superb ornament to the table, for it was
+not very good eating.
+
+
+The "Ironsides."
+
+This epithet applied to the famous soldiers of Cromwell was at first
+used as a nickname of Cromwell himself. Mr. Picton, in his well-known
+life of the Lord Protector, quotes a letter from a Northampton
+gentleman, written just before the battle of Naseby. The writer speaks
+of King Charles's army as being much impressed with the news "that
+_Ironsides was coming_ to join with the Parliament's army." And when
+"Ironsides" reached them the cavalry "gave a great shout for joy of his
+coming to them."
+
+
+Migration of Storks.
+
+The storks pass the winter in the warmer climes of Africa. When the time
+for migration has arrived, they leave in great flocks, flying at a
+considerable height. Their wings are large, and have a great sweep, and
+consequently, their flight is powerful. The company of pilgrims, when at
+rest, afford much amusement to onlookers, and as they have the habit of
+constantly clacking their bills together, it will be easily believed
+that the uproar thus caused is a terrible nuisance. Colonel Irby likens
+the noise to a rattle, and if you will try to imagine the effect of
+hundreds of rattles, you may, perhaps, be able to form some notion of
+the disturbance that these storks create at the time when they are
+enjoying periods of well-earned repose.
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+_THIRTY-FOURTH 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
+    48966 Emily L. Neul       16
+    48967 Martha Hatch        15
+    48968 Emily Jenn          17
+    48969 Elzbth. Sardeson    18
+    48970 Mary Sardeson       16
+    48971 Edith A. Capes      12
+    48972 Agnes Pike          19
+    48973 Emma Warman         13
+    48974 C. H. Sardeson      11
+    48975 J. E. Sardeson      13
+    48976 Kate Probyn         11
+    48977 Emily Probyn        15
+    48978 Blanche Probyn      13
+    48979 F. M. Garrett       12
+    48980 A. G. Probyn        17
+    48981 Frank Sorrell       20
+    48982 Beatrice Sorrell    17
+    48983 Emmie Mansell        7
+    48984 Albert Mansell       9
+    48985 WINNIFRED M.
+          HODGSON, Sandgate    9
+    48986 Kate Batchelor      13
+    48987 Fredk. Wraight      20
+    48988 Charles Wraight     18
+    48989 Percy Gordon         9
+    48990 Kate Gordon         15
+    48991 Maud Gordon         12
+    48992 Ella Gordon         10
+    48993 Violet Gordon        5
+    48994 Elizbth. Walkely     6
+    48995 Fredk. Walkely       9
+    48996 E. E. Walkely       11
+    48997 M. A. Walkely        7
+    48998 Nellie Pascoe        5
+    48999 T. E. Ellen         19
+    49000 Clara Turner        15
+    49001 Gussie Hills         8
+    49002 Charley Hills        8
+    49003 Albert Hills        10
+    49004 B. Langford         17
+    49005 Thos. Langford      14
+    49006 A. Langford         12
+    49007 James Hannon        10
+    49008 Mary Hannon          7
+    49009 Michael Hannon       5
+    49010 Esther Hannon        9
+    49011 Charles Sutton      10
+    49012 Fanny Sutton        14
+    49013 Mary Sutton         15
+    49014 Charles Pope         9
+    49015 George Pope         11
+    49016 Emma Richmond       10
+    49017 Jane Webb           17
+    49018 Eva Burville        11
+    49019 M. J. Doughty       15
+    49020 Richard White       11
+    49021 Sarah Garby          6
+    49022 Edith Allebone       8
+    49023 Annie Allebone      10
+    49024 Anne Haynes         17
+    49025 Anne Harnden        19
+    49026 Nellie Sage         13
+    49027 B. Fitheridge        7
+    49028 Annie Phillips      18
+    49029 Rose Hull           10
+    49030 Emily Rogers         9
+    49031 George Keeler       12
+    49032 M. Cunningham       19
+    49033 Rosetta Standing    10
+    49034 Lorie Terry         10
+    49035 E. Anderson         20
+              ----
+    49036 Ailie M. Tobin       6
+    49037 LILY M. LITTLEWOOD,
+          Stoke Newington     15
+    49038 M. E. Townsend      12
+    49039 W. S. Townsend       7
+    49040 A. J. Townsend      14
+    49041 Jennie Wright       17
+    49042 A. L. Westbeech     18
+    49043 B. K. Wright        16
+    49044 M. G. Wright        15
+    49045 Ethel M. Wright     13
+    49046 A. E. Wright        11
+    49047 Henry J. Stanley    15
+    49048 Annie S. Biss       16
+    49049 Robert Blakeney     10
+    49050 E. Blakeney         13
+    49051 Flory W. Bailey      8
+    49052 Norah M. Boyce      10
+    49053 Annie Boyce          8
+    49054 Mary Davies         10
+    49055 Harriet Herbert     18
+    49056 J. W. Hayden        15
+    49057 Rupert Hailey       11
+    49058 George D. Hare      17
+    49059 Wm. A. Hare         19
+    49060 B. C. Hare          15
+    49061 Ada C. Hall          9
+    49062 Emily G. Kent       14
+    49063 Fredk. Kent          7
+    49064 Arthur G. Kent       8
+    49065 P. W. Kent          12
+    49066 Edwd. S. Kent       10
+    49067 Susan King          18
+    49068 Jas. I. Langley      8
+    49069 A. B. Littlewood    18
+    49070 Rosa Maxwell        17
+    49071 Annie E. Miles       7
+    49072 P. G. Murray        13
+    49073 H. V. Oldham        12
+    49074 Fredk Palmer         8
+    49075 Willie Palmer        7
+    49076 A. G. Palmer        12
+    49077 Wm. Reason          17
+    49078 Emily Reason        19
+    49079 Charles Riett       19
+    49080 B. Scatchord        17
+    49081 Harold Swinhoe      11
+    49082 Charles Swinhoe     14
+    49083 Ethel Swinhoe        8
+    49084 D. M. Stanley       12
+    49085 Mabel C. Smith      19
+    49086 Alice C. Smith      13
+    49087 Blanche C. Smith     9
+              ----
+    49088 L. E. Lithgow       14
+    49089 A. M. Gibbons       16
+    49090 M. L. Gwyer          6
+    49091 F. M. Hooper        13
+    49092 E. G. Bamber        10
+    49093 F. B. Walton        14
+    49094 Adelaide Walton     11
+    49095 Henry Blake         12
+    49096 EMILY M. NEWCOMEN,
+          Warwick             15
+    49097 Percy Goodacre      12
+    49098 Arthur Goodacre      9
+    49099 H. Goodacre         11
+    49100 Frank Hirons        14
+    49101 Rowland Boyes        8
+    49102 T. Barnett          13
+    49103 Alice Timns         20
+    49104 Herbert Rolls       20
+    49105 Ethel Evans          6
+    49106 Wm. Boyes           13
+    49107 E. Richardson       17
+    49108 Nellie M. Fardon    16
+    49109 Amy Wackrill        14
+    49110 Ethel Lightoller    11
+    49111 Annie Widdows       12
+    49112 G. J. Wackrill      17
+    49113 S. E. Trehearn      20
+    49114 Jane Boyes          11
+    49115 E. E. Humphries      8
+    49116 William Kennett      5
+    49117 Thos. Clements.      6
+    49118 Elzbth. C. Heath    15
+    49119 A. J. N. Kennett     7
+    49120 Lilly Long          13
+    49121 Alice Griffin       14
+    49122 Florce. Fardon      13
+    49123 G. Allibone         15
+    49124 Emma Hanes          12
+    49125 Annie Lees          18
+    49126 A. E. Wilkins       18
+    49127 Lizzie Randall      15
+    49128 A. M. Pankhurst     14
+    49129 E. Bradshaw         18
+    49130 Annie Bailey        21
+    49131 Sarah Noon          20
+    49132 Margaret Jacobs     11
+    49133 R. Garnham           9
+    49134 Annie Evans          9
+    49135 F. Bradshaw          9
+    49136 M. A. Bradon        11
+    49137 Elsie Dutton        14
+    49138 Harriette Dutton    11
+    49139 Florence Beech      12
+    49140 Lizzie Beech         8
+    49141 Maud Beech          10
+    49142 Frank Beech         11
+    49143 Esther Lidgett      18
+    49144 Emily Greenfield     9
+    49145 Janet Granfield     10
+    49146 Geo. Bastock        14
+    49147 W. Marshall         21
+    49148 W. Jones            20
+    49149 ALICE B. R. PAVEY,
+          Charmouth           11
+    49150 Jane Berry           8
+    49151 E. H. Berry         11
+    49152 Harold Hunter       12
+    49153 Ada Hunter           8
+    49154 Willie Hazard        8
+    49155 Harry Hazard         9
+    49156 Alice Hodder        10
+    49157 D. Nicholls         19
+    49158 S. T. B. Rudd        8
+    49159 Lucy G. Dunn         8
+    49160 Mary Cozens         10
+    49161 Annie Lockyer       11
+    49162 Martha A. Jay       11
+    49163 Alice L. Jay         9
+    49164 John W. Jay          7
+    49165 Fredk. B. Jay        5
+    49166 Harry Pryer         13
+    49167 Annie Pryer         12
+    49168 Emma Pryer          10
+    49169 Ellen Pryer          9
+    49170 K. Norris           10
+    49171 Frances M. Norris    8
+    49172 A. B. Kerbey         9
+    49173 F. E. Kerbey        12
+    49174 G. M. Pavey          9
+    49175 Mabel S. Jacob      16
+    49176 A. M. Wynne         13
+    49177 Mary F. H. Rye      13
+    49178 L. A. A. Hatchard   14
+    49179 A. M. Simpson       15
+    49180 Jennie C. White     13
+    49181 F. G. Parker        13
+    49182 F. M. Loughain      10
+    49183 A. M. Lambert       14
+    49184 A. M. Furlonge      12
+    49185 Lizzie Cornick      15
+    49186 Ida Beatty          17
+    49187 Constance S. Bell   14
+    49188 Mary A. Reed        16
+    49189 Ferry L. Davis      13
+    49190 F. T. Davis         16
+    49191 Edith M. Millard    10
+    49192 C. B. Millard       11
+    49193 F. Mainwaring       11
+    49194 E. M. Mainwaring     7
+    49195 J. M. Venour         8
+    49196 Ethel A. Lang       11
+    49197 Evelyn Venour       10
+    49198 A. M. B. Smith      14
+    49199 F. C. B. Smith      17
+    49200 N. B. Smith         15
+    49201 I. M. Andrews        8
+    49202 Florce. Berry        6
+    49203 E. J. C. Andrews    11
+              ----
+    49204 Eva M. Clarke       14
+    49205 L. M. Breton        13
+    49206 Ada M. Breton       16
+    49207 K. A. Patchell      11
+    49208 Grace Pittock       10
+    49209 Rose Pittock         9
+    49210 F. G. Pittock       11
+    49211 John Gidley         17
+    49212 Elizbth. C. Gidley  13
+    49213 M. F. Gidley        12
+    49214 CHARLES FELTON,
+          Hunmanby            11
+    49215 George Coultas       8
+    49216 Arthur Coultas      10
+    49217 Fredk. Dosdill       9
+    49218 George Duke          9
+    49219 Margt. Thorpe        7
+    49220 A. E. Thorpe        10
+    49221 Jane Ratcliffe      18
+    49222 Gertrude Riddell    14
+    49223 Florence Boultby    10
+    49224 Wm. Wightman        17
+    49225 Nelly Parsons        7
+    49226 Samuel Swann        17
+    49227 Ada Ratcliffe        8
+    49228 Mary Swann          20
+    49229 John Swann          15
+    49230 Florce. Bullock      6
+    49231 Julia Boultby        6
+    49232 Joshua Swann         9
+    49233 Teresa Thorpe       12
+    49234 Anne Cooper          8
+    49235 Florence Murdy      13
+    49236 Pollie Murdy        20
+    49237 George Corner       13
+    49238 Sarah Corner        16
+    49239 Harry Wesson         8
+    49240 Francis Fisk        20
+    49241 Emma Brown           7
+    49242 Louisa Swann         6
+    49243 Clara Richardson     7
+    49244 Annie Grundy         8
+    49245 Kate Jenkinson      20
+    49246 Freddy Crisp         7
+    49247 May Flower           6
+    49248 Lina Leibrandt       8
+    49249 Lena Leibrandt      10
+    49250 Lizzie Denman        9
+    49251 John Herbert        10
+    49252 Walter J. Smith     16
+    49253 Henry Felton         8
+    49254 Florence Mather      7
+    49255 William Thorpe      11
+    49256 Gerty Adamson        6
+    49257 William Felton      17
+    49758 John Joynes          8
+    49259 L. Newton           11
+    49260 Herbt. Marchant     19
+    49261 F. Abbott           16
+    49262 Ernest Christian    17
+    49263 Samuel Smith        12
+              ----
+    49264 Fredk. Martin       11
+    49265 Willie Dickins      10
+    49266 Mollie Dickins       8
+    49267 EMILY J. RUTTER,
+          Chiswick            14
+    49268 Lizzie Ravenhill    15
+    49269 Freda Sumpter       12
+    49270 Therza Sumpter      17
+    49271 Janet Armstrong     16
+    49272 Ada Cleave          15
+    49273 Annie Cleave        14
+    49274 Emma Armstrong      18
+    49275 A. Churchman        14
+    49276 F. Pilkington       16
+    49277 Eva Line            17
+    49278 Thomas Downs        10
+    49279 Ella Harrolt        14
+    49280 Louise Line         13
+    49281 Ada L. Davey        13
+    49282 Kate Green          11
+    49283 Lizzie Green        19
+    49284 Sarah Smith         17
+    49285 Ada Downs           15
+    49286 Lily Warner         11
+    49287 Mabel Mills          6
+    49288 Mabel Seaton        11
+    49289 Mary A. Greatree    20
+    49290 Augusta Meyer       11
+    49291 Albert E. Meyer     17
+    49292 Josephine Meyer     20
+    49293 Mary Randall        16
+    49294 Minnie Purser       15
+    49295 E. C. Richardson    13
+    49296 Clara E. White      13
+    49297 Olive E. Baxter     13
+    49298 Harry E. Rutter      8
+    49299 B. C. M. Praeger    11
+    49300 Maria Elliott       13
+    49301 Edith Elliott        2
+    49302 Ada Miles           14
+    49303 J. Gillingham       14
+    49304 Kate Foster         13
+    49305 Annie Knight        10
+    49306 Alice Lord          15
+    49307 Isabella Gabrielle  15
+    49308 Jessie Foster       10
+    49309 E. P. Richards      15
+    49310 F. E. Baker         14
+    49311 Annie E. Jolly      15
+    49312 Fredk. Meyer        17
+    49313 Percy Tilly         16
+    49314 Alice Mills         11
+    49315 Bertrum Mills        9
+    49316 C. Lambert          13
+    49317 A. Mudd             10
+    49318 E. Mills             8
+              ----
+    49319 Ida Bowker          10
+    49320 Edward Eldrid       13
+    49321 H. Bobbins          14
+    49322 Gabriel Banderet    13
+    49323 Anna Vivenot        11
+    49324 Betsy Borton        16
+    49325 Mary B. Harpin      11
+    49326 John H. Harpin       9
+    49327 Emma Wilkinson      15
+    49328 BERTHA CUNLIFFE,
+          Manchester          13
+    49329 Bernard Evans        8
+    49330 Sarah Stott         12
+    49331 Mary Brisbane       19
+    49332 Samuel Brisbane     13
+    49333 J. Wm. Brisbane     15
+    49334 Maggie Stott        14
+    49335 Alice Howell        14
+    49336 Minnie Atkinson     11
+    49337 Lizzie Abbott       12
+    49338 Maggie Brisbane     10
+    49339 F. M. Webster       13
+    49340 Minnie Harrison     13
+    49341 J. Brooksbank        8
+    49342 Mary Rangeley       15
+    49343 H. Howell           16
+    49344 Maud Rangeley       14
+    49345 Maud M. Steele       9
+    49346 G. Howell           13
+    49347 Lilian Steele       13
+    49348 Kate Howell          6
+    49349 Christine Lowe      13
+    49350 Francess Parry      10
+    49351 Kate Mence          13
+    49352 Isabella Backwell    9
+    49353 A. Williamson       12
+    49354 Daisy Steele        11
+    49355 Wm. Mather          18
+    49356 Hetty Bramall        9
+    49357 J. Brisbane          7
+    49358 Mary E. Lloyd       12
+    49359 Jn. L. Mather        4
+    49360 Anne Powell         13
+    49361 Annie Mather         8
+    49362 Ella Chorlton       10
+    49363 Edith Farnell       13
+    49364 Edna Rogerson       11
+    49365 Mary Ogden          12
+    49366 Lillie Kennington   11
+    49367 Jessie Mather       10
+    49368 Agnes Currie        13
+    49369 Edith Rhodes        16
+    49370 Clara Emery         12
+    49371 Arthur Mather       16
+    49372 Jessie Leech        11
+    49373 N. Darnborough      12
+    49374 Annie Stretch       14
+    49375 Lucy Birchal        10
+    49376 Emily Mather        12
+    49377 Sarah Gilbody       12
+    49378 Gertrude Powell      8
+    49379 HELEN E. RAY,
+          Norwich             11
+    49380 Edward Girling      18
+    49381 Edith M. Bunnett    14
+    49382 Gerty Langham       10
+    49383 G. M. Willett        9
+    49384 Kate Dinnington     12
+    49385 M. A. Donaldson      9
+    49386 M. S. Donaldson     10
+    49387 Grace E. Bush       11
+    49388 Lucy Morter         12
+    49389 Mary Green          11
+    49390 Dora Goodwyn        10
+    49391 K. M. Ireland       10
+    49392 C. A. H. Brown       7
+    49393 Alice Holmes        14
+    49394 Bessie Hubbard      11
+    49395 Philip H. Girling   13
+    49396 Sidney R. Ireland   12
+    49397 Ethel Griffin       13
+    49398 Ida J. Smith         9
+    49399 M. M. Farmar        12
+    49400 Margaret Cook       11
+    49401 Helen Cook          12
+    49402 Amy Salmon          11
+    49403 J. M. Troughton     10
+    49404 Lizzie Shepheard    10
+    49405 Edith A. Mack       14
+    49406 E. J. Williams      13
+    49407 Deborah Cook        13
+    49408 Emma Bond           12
+    49409 Isabel Johnson      15
+    49410 M. E. C. Wells      12
+    49411 Ellen A. Butler     10
+    49412 A. M. Everett        9
+    49413 E. K. Chapman       13
+    49414 Mabel A. Bush       12
+    49415 M. E. E. Gooding    14
+    49416 May Saul            10
+    49417 Louisa Oldfield     13
+    49418 Edith F. Salmon     15
+    49419 E. S. Hardingham    12
+    49420 A. E. Taylor        16
+    49421 Martha Mase         11
+    49422 M. H. Smyth         11
+    49423 Helen L. Turner      9
+    49424 Lily Girling        14
+    49425 M. H. Everett        9
+    49426 Caroline Garrett     9
+    49427 M. B. Burrows       10
+    49428 Margaret Girling    11
+    49429 M. A. O. Self        9
+    49430 Francis H. Duck      4
+    49431 BEATRICE  E.
+          BLADES, Sutton      15
+    49432 Emmie Abbott        13
+    49433 Amy Balcombe        15
+    49434 I. M. Balcombe      12
+    49435 Marian Berry         8
+    49436 Bessie Berry         7
+    49437 Alice Binks         16
+    49438 Agnes Binks          9
+    49439 Amy Binks           11
+    49440 Emily Bower         19
+    49441 Cordelia Bower      17
+    49442 Nellie Bower        10
+    49443 Ethel Bosworth      11
+    49444 Louisa Bracey       12
+    49445 Mabel Bracey         7
+    49446 Alice C. Colby      17
+    49447 Lilian Colyer       16
+    49448 Alice Colyer        14
+    49449 Percy Colyer        13
+    49450 F. E. Colyer        10
+    49451 Alice Cork          13
+    49452 A. C. Smith         16
+    49453 Effie Dresser       15
+    49454 Nellie Dresser      13
+    49455 E. R. Dresser       11
+    49456 Alice Drew          15
+    49457 Daisy Fisher        11
+    49458 Winnie Fisher        9
+    49459 Ethel Gabb          13
+    49460 Violet Griffith     15
+    49461 Beatrice Hobbs      15
+    49462 Constance Home      13
+    49463 J. E. Houlston      15
+    49464 Pattie Huskisson    13
+    49465 Percy Huskisson     15
+    49466 Maggie Knight       16
+    49467 Jennie Knight       16
+    49468 Alice Lancaster     15
+    49469 Winnie Lancaster    11
+    49470 M. E. Langridge     16
+    49471 Edith Larner        12
+    49472 Ethel Mileham       11
+    49473 Mary Perry          17
+    49474 Jessie Miller       14
+    49475 Maude Rayner        13
+    49476 Maria Rayner        10
+    49477 Lizzie Rayner        8
+    49478 Richard G. Rolls     8
+    49479 Ethel Turner        11
+    49480 Mary White          14
+    49481 Mary Williamson     16
+              ----
+    49482 Amy S. Coulton      13
+    49483 Maude H. Platts     15
+    49484 Louisa M. Price     14
+    49485 A. B. Vine           8
+    49486 GRACE PETTMAN,
+          Ramsgate            14
+    49487 Grace Holladay      12
+    49488 Lillian Nash        11
+    49489 Frances Bone         9
+    49490 Florrie Bone        13
+    49491 Margaret Palmer     16
+    49492 Aggie Sutton        12
+    49493 Florce. Garwood     11
+    49494 Sally Sutton        10
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+    49496 Nellie Bowers       11
+    49497 Annie Spain         13
+    49498 Minnie Spain         6
+    49499 Harriett Goodson    14
+    49500 Freddy Goodson      10
+    49501 Kitty Church        12
+    49502 Walter Spain         7
+    49503 Florence Jones       9
+    49504 Sarah Covern        12
+    49505 Minnie Nouel        13
+    49506 Mary L. Nouel       11
+    49507 Ethelbirt Nouel      9
+    49508 Ann M. Nouel         6
+    49509 Florence Newby      12
+    49510 Mabel Newby         11
+    49511 F. I. M. Larkin     12
+    49512 Winifred Barnes      9
+    49513 James F. Barnes     15
+    49514 E. M. D. Barnes     13
+    49515 S. P. Martin        11
+    49516 Howrd. Musgrove     12
+    49517 Edwd. Musgrove      13
+    49518 A. M. Musgrove       9
+    49519 M. E. Musgrove       8
+    49520 R. W. Musgrove       5
+    49521 E. H. Musgrove      11
+    49522 Percy Makins         9
+    49523 Leslie Farrier       8
+    49524 F. C. Archer        17
+    49525 K. Schwengers        8
+    49526 Jane Makins         14
+    49527 Harry Makins         5
+    49528 Susan Cadman        11
+    49529 Walter Cadman        6
+    49530 Joseph Cadman       10
+    49531 Hilda Cadman         8
+    49532 Minnie Sherred       5
+    49533 Samuel Sherred       8
+    49534 Robert Sherred      11
+    49535 Annie Sherred       15
+    49536 Jessie S. Sherred   19
+    49537 ALBERT ABRAHAM,
+          Liskeard            13
+    49538 Thos. H. Pascoe     20
+    49539 A. E. Morcom        19
+    49540 Lucy Rich           19
+    49541 Arthur Pooley       18
+    49542 S. A. Playne        18
+    49543 Ernest Cullen       18
+    49544 Chas. Ainge         17
+    49545 Ernest J. Snell     16
+    49546 Ellen Davey         16
+    49547 Alice Stowe         17
+    49548 Edward Ainge        15
+    49549 Alvena Bradford     15
+    49550 Fredk. E. Moon      15
+    49551 Wm. Middleton       14
+    49552 John Broad          14
+    49553 William Daniel      14
+    49554 J. Cheynoweth       14
+    49555 R. S. Truscott      14
+    49556 Thos. Wonnacott     14
+    49557 J. E. S. Old        14
+    49558 Samuel Raby         14
+    49559 Herbert Dyer        13
+    49560 John West           13
+    49561 Percy Snell         13
+    49562 Arthur Sampson      13
+    49563 Fredk. Edgcumbe     13
+    49564 Thomas Roberts      13
+    49565 Joseph Hill         13
+    49566 Mark Sampson        12
+    49567 Charles Rule        12
+    49568 Arthur Hodges       11
+    49569 Wm. Stoneman        11
+    49570 Edmund Skinner      11
+    49571 John A. Little      11
+    49572 Joseph H. Pearce    11
+    49573 Wm. Dunbar          10
+    49574 Arthur Rule         10
+    49575 Samuel Sampson      10
+    49576 Edward Wright       10
+    49577 Rose Lyne            9
+    49578 Willmot Wright       8
+    49579 Percy Lyne           7
+    49580 William Rowe        19
+    49581 William Brenton     15
+    49582 Edith M. Tinney     15
+    49583 Charles Hambly      14
+    49584 J. S. Blandford     14
+    49585 Thos S. Peters      14
+    49586 D. R. F. Wilson     16
+    49587 R. G. F. W. Green   15
+    49588 Geo. A. Northey     14
+    49589 William Pollard     14
+    49590 John Martin         13
+    49591 H. J. Trethewy      12
+    49592 John B. Old         13
+    49593 William Grose       12
+    49594 John Scantlebury    12
+    49595 Arthur E. Pearse    11
+              ----
+    49596 Eardley Vine         6
+    49597 Nellie Sykes         8
+    49598 A. M. Potter         9
+    49599 Edith Jenkins       14
+    49600 Nellie Corke        13
+    49601 Kate Jenkins        12
+    49602 Herbt. Barham        8
+    49603 Wm. Worssell         7
+    49604 Richd. Worssell     10
+    49605 F. J. Williams      10
+    49606 A. E. Chapman       12
+    49607 Robert J. King      11
+    49608 E. W. Mann          12
+    49609 C. E. J. Phillips   10
+    49610 LILIAN STONEHAM,
+          Ampthill Square,
+          London              12
+    49611 May Broom           10
+    49612 Ernest Stoneham      9
+    49613 S. W. Stoneham      12
+    49614 Alice Dorington      9
+    49615 H. G. Humphries      7
+    49616 M. E. Humphries      9
+    49617 L. M. Gossling       7
+    49618 A. M. Edwards        7
+    49619 Richd. H. Bendy      8
+    49620 Katie Hill           6
+    49621 G. F. Collins        7
+    49622 E. H. Bendy          6
+    49623 N. A. J. Saunders    9
+    49624 M. A. Sanders        8
+    49625 John S. Gretton      7
+    49626 F. E. Summerfield   10
+    49627 E. E. Copping       11
+    49628 M. L. Summerfield    8
+    49929 A. C. Stoneham      13
+    49630 Sarah Neuff         10
+    49631 G. A. M. Gillott    14
+    49632 Mildred Jones       13
+    49633 Louisa Harragan     13
+    49634 Rosina Wight        11
+    49635 Kate Carter         10
+    49636 L. Melvill          10
+    49637 Ella Wyand          17
+    49638 Edith Pasmore       13
+    49639 Amy Carter          12
+    49640 Lydia Dansie         7
+    49641 May Soper           11
+    49642 Alfred Kingsbury     8
+    49643 Alice Pigot         10
+    49644 Lilian C. Soper     15
+    49645 Rosa Soper          13
+    49646 Blanche Wyatt       14
+    49647 Helen Melvill       10
+    49648 Maud Middleton      10
+    49649 Christabel Jones     8
+    49650 A. A. Langsford     15
+    49651 I. Macculloch       14
+    49652 Ethel Wyand         15
+    49653 Clara Rowley        10
+    49654 Gertrude Ellwood    11
+    49655 Beatrice Jones      14
+    49656 Louie Appleton      12
+    49657 H. G. Rowley        15
+    49658 Annie Davis         11
+    49659 Alice Loomes        12
+    49660 Annie Cox           14
+              ----
+    49661 E. Ballefant         8
+    49662 FLORENCE C. BARRETT,
+          Poplar, Lond.       12
+    49663 George Gilley       17
+    49664 T. H. Shepherd      18
+    49665 C. E. Peckham       11
+    49666 Katie Fischer       12
+    49667 Grace Allen          8
+    49668 H. E. Worland       11
+    49669 Sophia A. Gilley    11
+    49670 Beatrice Merralls   14
+    49671 Geo. R. Miller       7
+    49672 H. J. Birleson      16
+    49673 C. S. Richardson    14
+    49674 E. H. Merralls      13
+    49675 Clara Bull          11
+    49676 John Gilley          9
+    49677 M. C. Phillips      11
+    49678 A. H. Oughton        6
+    49679 Ellen Quantock      13
+    49680 Wm. Birleson         9
+    49681 M. A. Woodrow       16
+    49682 Annie Atkinson       6
+    49683 Percy A. Bull        9
+    49684 A. Hatterleys       10
+    49685 L. E. Abraham        8
+    49686 A. M. Peckham       10
+    49687 A. E. Birleson       9
+    49688 W. T. Merralls      10
+    49689 E. M. M. George     15
+    49690 Jane Quantock       12
+    49691 Sarah E. Evans       9
+    49692 Samuel Gilley       15
+    49693 Maude Allen          9
+    49694 G. C. Peckham        8
+    49695 A. M. Scotten       12
+    49696 C. Woodrow          12
+    49697 Thomas Gilley       13
+    49698 Harriet Holgate     18
+    49699 Wm. H. Miller       10
+    49700 Charlotte Scotten   14
+    49701 B. W. Allan         20
+    49702 W. C. M. Barrett    15
+    49703 Reuben Merralls      8
+    49704 M. S. Worland       15
+    49705 G. M. Gilley        18
+    49706 S. F. Birleson      11
+    49707 Sarah A. Stains      7
+    49708 Annie C. George     12
+    49709 Edith. M. Miller    15
+    49710 Geo. E. Girard       9
+    49711 H. J. Abraham       10
+    49712 A. M. Merralls       7
+              ----
+    49713 Clara Kemmins       14
+    49714 Walter Kemmins      10
+    49715 Cyril Walton        13
+    49716 O. Schofield         8
+    49717 Esther Schofield     7
+    49718 Rosa M. Davies      12
+    49719 M. L. Struthers     20
+    49720 A. L. Lowndes       14
+    49721 F. Masterson        12
+    49722 Amy Atkins          13
+    49723 Violet Jackson      15
+    49724 KATE M. BOYD,
+          Belfast             10
+    49725 Frank Ward           7
+    49726 Robert J. Stewart    6
+    49727 Bessie Lamble       15
+    49728 Elias Lamble        12
+    49729 George Moore         7
+    49730 Ellen P. Weir        5
+    49731 Charles Weir         3
+    49732 Aggie Nesbit         7
+    49733 David T. Ward       10
+    49734 John Whiteside      12
+    49735 Lizzie Whiteside    19
+    49736 Chas. W. McMidd     16
+    49737 Alexandra Cosby     11
+    49738 Jane Mitchell        6
+    49739 May McKinstry       15
+    49740 Annie Hamilton      13
+    49741 Mary Mitchell        9
+    49742 L. Shaw              6
+    49743 L. MacDonald        13
+    49744 Minnie Rainey        9
+    49745 Sam Fitchie          7
+    49746 James H. Shaw       11
+    49747 John Macnamara      15
+    49748 May Purdon           7
+    49749 Wm. McDonald         8
+    49750 Ida Mitchell        14
+    49751 Edward Purdon        4
+    49752 James Steward        7
+    49753 Ellen T. Shaw        8
+    49754 S. C. Ward          17
+    49755 Thos. Whiteside      6
+    49756 L. Chamberlain       8
+    49757 John Shaw           16
+    49758 Isabella Frazer     15
+    49759 D. Richardson        7
+    49760 S. McKinstry        13
+    49761 E. J. McMinn        17
+    49762 M. Chancellor       17
+    49763 Mary E. Frazer      11
+    49764 Selina McMinn       10
+    49765 Wm. McCann          18
+    49766 David Mitchell      12
+    49767 Ethel Browne         6
+    49768 Agnes Gilbert       15
+    49769 H. MacGregor         7
+    49770 Hugh Cooper         11
+    49771 Frances Moore        6
+    49772 F. MacGregor         5
+    49773 S. Crawford         14
+    49774 Isabella Gilbert    10
+    49775 Annie MacGregor      8
+    49776 Robert Browne       11
+    49777 VIOLET ANDERSON,
+          Kensington          12
+    49778 Lottie Wilson        5
+    49779 Geo. Middleton      12
+    49780 Emma Mugford         9
+    49781 Rhoda Taylor        10
+    49782 Frank Coombs         7
+    49783 Poly Humble          4
+    49784 John Martin          3
+    49785 Annie Patinson       4
+    49786 George Humble        6
+    49787 Mary Nash            7
+    49788 Florence Wiles      10
+    49789 Rosy Hudson          3
+    49790 Robert Copeland     10
+    49791 Martha Isaac        10
+    49792 Annie Turner        10
+    49793 Nathaniel James      6
+    49794 M. Raulerson        11
+    49795 Percy Pollard        4
+    49796 Arthur Bennett       3
+    49797 Katie Kinton         4
+    49798 Lizzie Cannon        6
+    49799 L. G. Hudson         6
+    49800 Isabella Bennett     9
+    49801 Emily Easton        10
+    49802 Ada Vogan            6
+    49803 Robert Pollard      11
+    49804 Frank Galliford      8
+    49805 Louisa Floyd         2
+    49806 Jane Vogan           8
+    49807 Beatrice Mayfield    9
+    49808 Albert Coomber      10
+    49809 Rose James           3
+    49810 Maud Martin          7
+    49811 Ada Barnes           5
+    49812 Richard Porch        7
+    49813 Kate Coomber        12
+    49814 Clara Cannon         9
+    49815 Sarah Ball          10
+    49816 Nellie Dixon        11
+    49817 Fanny Barnes         7
+    49818 Charles Ball         5
+    49819 Ada Ball            13
+    49820 Eliza James         12
+    49821 Annie Mayfield       7
+    49822 Edwd. Pullinger     15
+    49823 Julia Hudson         9
+    49824 Lizzie Pattinson    10
+    49825 Ada Cullingford     11
+    49826 Albert James        10
+    49827 Arthur James         8
+    49828 Amy Baker           11
+    49829 Arthur Stone        10
+    49830 Arthur Bennett       5
+    49831 Louisa Rogers       11
+    49832 George Barnard       6
+    49833 William Pullinger    9
+    49834 Fanny Porch          4
+    49835 Ada Pollard         13
+    49836 Annie Utling         7
+    49837 Rose A. Hudson       3
+    49838 Thomas Mitchell     14
+    49839 Rose Pullinger      11
+    49840 Norah Willison      10
+    49841 Robert Pullinger    12
+    49842 Adolphus Ball        6
+    49843 Alice Allen         13
+    49844 Alice Vogan         11
+    49845 Harriett Humble     12
+    49846 Alice Hall           9
+    49847 Thomas Pollard      14
+    49848 Henry Hazell        11
+    49849 Alice Barnard        4
+    49850 Edith Taylor         5
+    49851 Maud Mason           7
+    49852 Ernest Butter       10
+    49853 E. E. Rawlerson     13
+    49854 Florence Hatcher     8
+    49855 C. Wharton           9
+    49856 Alice Humphries      9
+    49857 Harry Mugford        5
+    49858 George Martin       10
+    49859 Mirabel Turner       8
+              ----
+    49860 E. C. M. Wright     11
+    49861 Eleanor Wright      13
+    49862 Ethel McMaster      12
+    49863 Philis England      13
+    49864 ETHELIND KENNEDY,
+          Stewartstown        14
+    49865 Annie Brown         10
+    49866 R. J. Stevenson     15
+    49867 C. S. Dudgeon       11
+    49868 Maggie Simpson       5
+    49869 Charles Graham       6
+    49870 K. McGahey          10
+    49871 John S. McGahey      8
+    49872 Ethel McGahey        5
+    49873 Alexander Martin     8
+    49874 John Megaw          13
+    49875 M. E. Shepherd      10
+    49876 Alexndr. Shields    11
+    49877 H. J. Russell       12
+    49878 Thomas Nichol       10
+    49879 M. D. McGhee        11
+    49880 Emma McGhee          8
+    49881 Charlotte Reid      10
+    49882 Wm. Hamilton         5
+    49883 Robert Hamilton      8
+    49884 Mary S. Brown        5
+    49885 J. T. Kempton        9
+    49886 Hugh Elder           9
+    49887 Mary J. Turtle       9
+    49888 Robert J. Turtle    12
+    49889 Maggie J. Gibson    12
+    49890 Mary H. Gibson      10
+    49891 Emma B. Gibson       8
+    49892 Edith Gibson         5
+    49893 Sarah Thompson       5
+    49894 H. Thompson          9
+    49895 M. J. Thompson      11
+    49896 W. J. Thompson      13
+    49897 Chas. Abernethy     13
+    49898 H. T. Abernethy     10
+    49899 L. Abernethy         9
+    49900 M. Abernethy         7
+    49901 A. Steenson          6
+    49902 Thos. Bingham       12
+    49903 Samuel Bingham      11
+    49904 Sarah J. Bingham     6
+    49905 Sarah A. Devlin      5
+    49906 Mary M. Devlin       9
+    49907 R. J. Devlin         9
+    49908 Maude C. Woods      14
+    49909 James Clements       8
+    49910 John Clements       12
+    49911 C. Clements         10
+    49912 R. D. Steenson      12
+    49913 Minnie Steenson      6
+    49914 Meta K. Woods        9
+    49915 Robert S. Woods      7
+    49916 Sara T. Woods       12
+    49917 Hugh Peers           8
+    49918 Hugh Brown          10
+    49919 Marcus Reid         12
+    49920 Hannah Martin        6
+              ----
+    49921 Maud S. Frisby      13
+    49922 Ethel L. Smith       7
+    49923 Alice Newton        11
+    49924 Maud Bullock         9
+    49925 William Godfry      10
+    49926 Emily Martin         8
+    49927 Walter Raine        10
+    49928 Annie S. Bond       16
+    49929 Edith H. Bond        8
+    49930 A. M. Annandale     13
+    49931 Agnes A. Rose       17
+    49932 ELIZABETH DOLE,
+          Bristol             14
+    49933 Agnes Porter        19
+    49934 Agnes Place         19
+    49935 Augusta Harris      18
+    49936 Lizzie Harries      17
+    49937 Florence Morgan     17
+    49938 Alice Sewell        17
+    49939 Katy Rickens        16
+    49940 Frances Rebbeck     16
+    49941 Mary Dole           16
+    49942 Rachel Dole         16
+    49943 Constance Wadge     15
+    49944 Edith J. Sewell     15
+    49945 Mary Verier         15
+    49946 Ermy Loxton         15
+    49947 Susan J. Rickens    15
+    49948 Rosa Major          15
+    49949 Anna M. Gibbs       15
+    49950 Florence Hicks      15
+    49951 Mabel B. Peirce     15
+    49952 Marion L. Cundell   15
+    49953 Marie Heine         14
+    49954 E. M. Gatcombe      14
+    49955 Agnes Winstone      14
+    49956 Eleanor Durston     14
+    49957 Elizabeth Arney     14
+    49958 Mabel Major         14
+    49959 Gertrude I. Sewel   14
+    49960 Nellie Coe          14
+    49961 Fanny Gregory       14
+    49962 Kathleen Place      14
+    49963 Florence Pope       14
+    49964 Edith Tyler         14
+    49965 Maggie Morgans      14
+    49966 Isabel Nicholson    13
+    49967 Edith C. Morgan     13
+    49968 Jessie Slade        13
+    49969 Mary I. Butler      13
+    49970 Emily Edis          13
+    49971 F. Cullingford      13
+    49972 Lillie Basset       13
+    49973 Marion K. Bell      13
+    49974 Mary A. Hicks       13
+    49975 Janie Jones         12
+    49976 Florence Hartnell   12
+    49977 Emma Bennett        12
+    49978 Beatrice Quick      12
+    49979 Bessie Hayward      12
+    49980 George Peirce       11
+    49981 Katie Bowyer        11
+    49982 Julia Stuart        11
+              ----
+    49983 Harry J. Eder       13
+    49984 Solomon Ososki      13
+    49985 C. W. Sax           15
+    49986 William Hunter      13
+    49987 John Russell        14
+    49988 John Parker         14
+    49989 William McMunn       9
+    49990 William Whisker     13
+    49991 Arthur S. Everest    8
+    49992 Henry D. Everest    12
+    49993 Ellen S. Bull       13
+    49994 E. Hetherington      8
+    49995 Jane Robinson       12
+    49996 D. Monnington        8
+    49997 Richard Caldecott    7
+    49998 Ann Hetherington    13
+    49999 Florence Bodley     10
+    50000 G. C. Stephens      15
+
+
+
+
+A FEW WORDS ABOUT THE "LITTLE FOLKS" HUMANE SOCIETY.
+
+Fifty thousand Officers and Members--such is the printed muster-roll of
+The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society. As most of the Readers of LITTLE FOLKS
+are aware, however, this does not comprise all the names on the Register
+of the Society--for since this grand total was reached many hundreds of
+Children have enrolled themselves; nor does the fact that in future the
+publication of the Lists will be discontinued (as announced on page 55
+of this Volume) signify that the work of the Society--which has been so
+enthusiastically carried on since it commenced in January, 1882--is
+accomplished. On the contrary, the Editor earnestly trusts that his
+Readers will not only still come forward in large numbers and become
+Members, by sending in their "promises" to him, but will also, in the
+future as they have in the past, continue to induce their relatives and
+friends to enroll themselves under the Society's banner. For it should
+be remembered that the Dumb Creation _always_ stands in need of help and
+protection; and it is to a great extent by the aid of such associations
+as The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society--founded for the purpose of
+inculcating in the minds of children Kindness towards Animals--that the
+claims of the weak and defenceless creatures around us are recognised as
+they should be.
+
+The names of all who fill up and sign the "form of promise" (which is
+again printed on the next page), and send it to the Editor, will, as
+heretofore, be duly inscribed on the Register of the Society; and
+Certificates of Membership will be forwarded to any who desire to have
+them, if _stamped addressed_ envelopes be enclosed for the purpose.
+(The limit of age for enrolment is 21).
+
+Members will also be eligible to become Officers of the Society and
+receive Officers' Certificates if they induce Fifty other Children to
+join, and send in that number of "promises" to the Editor, _all
+together_; but the small book and medal hitherto awarded to Officers
+will, in future (as stated on page 55), be given only to those who, in
+sending up their Fifty "promises," enclose a certificate from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that the collection of
+such "promises" had been commenced _prior_ to July 1, 1884.
+
+The wonderful progress made by The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society since its
+institution in January, 1882, has, the Editor feels sure, been a source
+of much gratification to all who have taken part in its work; and while
+tendering thanks to the Officers and Members--comprising representatives
+of every rank and station, and living in all parts of the globe--who
+have so zealously and heartily co-operated with him, he can only express
+the hope that in the accounts of the Society which he proposes to give
+in LITTLE FOLKS from time to time, he may be able to record the same
+satisfactory progress in its growth during future years as he has in
+past ones.
+
+The "form of promise" to be signed (which should be copied on half a
+sheet of note-paper and forwarded to the Editor, after being filled up,
+and attested by a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person) is as
+follows:--
+
+  To the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+  [Here insert full name]
+
+  I ..................... hereby undertake, as far as it lies in my power,
+  to be kind to every living creature that is useful and not harmful to
+  man.
+
+  [Full name]
+  .........................
+
+  [Address]
+  ........................
+  ........................
+
+  (Age...........)
+
+  Witness [of signature]
+  .........................
+
+  [Date]
+  .........................
+
+All communications to the Editor in reference to the Society should have
+the words, "LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society," on the left-hand top corners
+of the envelopes.
+
+
+
+
+TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.
+
+HOW A WILD DUCK SAVED HER CHILDREN.
+
+
+Dear MR. EDITOR,--Our river is so shallow that in some parts reeds grow
+in it, where wild ducks are very fond of building their nests. Once,
+shepherds who were with the cattle, near that river, saw a wild duck,
+with eighteen little ones swimming about, and as the little ducks were
+so small they thought it would be very easy to catch them. So
+accordingly they got into the water, and were trying to catch the young
+ones, when they perceived that the old duck, instead of flying away, as
+they expected she would do, was turning over in the water as if she were
+hurt. The shepherds seeing this, thought it would be very well to catch
+her first, as it seemed a very easy thing to do, so they went over to
+where she was. Meanwhile the little ducks got safely hidden in the
+rushes, and the old one seeing that her children were out of their
+enemies' reach, flew into the air and left the shepherds standing with
+nothing.
+
+  THE PRINCESS SOPHIE GAGARINE
+  (Aged 12-1/2.)
+
+  _8, Place Catharine, Odessa._
+
+
+THE SAGACITY OF ANTS.
+
+Dear MR. EDITOR,--A friend recently told me that when walking in his
+garden one day he noticed an ant seemingly examining a dead caterpillar
+which lay on the path. Then it returned to its nest, but soon came back
+with several others. These, walking round the caterpillar, examined it
+carefully, as did the first. Home they all went; soon they returned with
+still more of their companions, then they formed a long column, very
+like a rope, and dragged him to the edge of the path. The nest being in
+the flower-beds they had to pull him over the tiles surrounding the
+garden, but once over this difficulty on they toiled until after a
+quarter of an hour's hard work they reached their nest.
+
+
+  ARCHIBALD HURD.
+  (Aged 15.)
+
+  _Elmcroft, Tottenham Lane,
+  Hornsey, N._
+
+
+A KIND HORSE.
+
+Dear MR. EDITOR,--The other day, as I was walking along the road, I saw
+a horse do another a deed of kindness. One poor horse was out in the
+road without anything to eat, and the other in a field with plenty of
+grass. The horse that was in the field picked a mouthful of grass and
+put his head over the gate; the poor one then took it out of his mouth
+and ate it up. This was done five or six times. The horse then neighed,
+as much as to say, "thank you," and walked on.
+
+  ARTHUR W. WHITE.
+  (Aged 11.)
+
+  _Stickland School, Blandford._
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE STORY COMPETITION FOR DECEMBER.
+
+
+In the place of a "Picture Page Wanting Words," the usual Monthly Prizes
+are offered for the best Original Stories on the subject of "A Skating
+Adventure," namely---a Guinea Book and an Officer's Medal of the LITTLE
+FOLKS Legion of Honour for the best Story; and a smaller book and
+Officer's Medal for the best Story (on the same subject) relatively to
+the age of the Competitor, so that no reader is too young to try for
+this second prize. All Competitors must be under the age of 16. The
+Stories, which are not to exceed 500 words in length, must be certified
+as _strictly original_ by a Parent, Minister, Teacher, or other person
+of responsible position, and must reach the Editor on or before the 10th
+of December (the 15th of December for Competitors residing abroad). In
+addition to the two Prizes and Officers' Medals some of the most
+deserving Competitors will be included in a Special List of Honour, and
+will be awarded Members' Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour. It
+is particularly requested that each envelope containing a Story should
+have the words "December Prize Story Competition" written on the
+left-hand top corner of it. (Competitors are referred to a notice
+respecting the Silver Medal, which was printed on page 115 of the last
+Volume.)
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE DOCTOR MAY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Little Daisy playing
+    'Mid the ripening corn,
+  Pierced her plump white finger
+    With a cruel thorn.
+
+  Home she flies, eyes clouded
+    With a mist of tears;
+  Little bosom trembling
+    With vague childlike fears.
+
+  Brother Leonard lifts her
+    Lightly from the ground;
+  May, beside her kneeling,
+    Tends the swelling wound.
+
+  Softly takes a needle--
+    Knows what she's about--
+  Pricks, and lo! the hidden
+    Thorn slips safely out.
+
+  Daisy's fears have vanished,
+    Tears are passed away--
+  Leonard dubs his sister
+    Little Doctor May.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Music - A Day in the Snow.]
+
+_Words from_ "LITTLE FOLKS."
+
+_Music by the_ REV. F. PEEL, B.Mus., Oxon
+
+  1. Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,
+  The echoes all ringing around as you go;
+  Come, for the fairies with chill little fingers
+  Have seiz'd on the raindrops and turn'd them to snow.
+
+  Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,
+  The echoes all ringing around as you go.
+
+  2. Come, watch the white flakes softly descending,
+  Still, never-ending, silent, and slow,
+  Folding a mantle of beauty around us,
+  A mantle of flickering, fluttering snow.
+
+  3. Come, rosy fingers, gather the treasure!
+  Bright looks of pleasure I see as you go;
+  Laughing and singing, The echoes all ringing--
+  Oh, the delight of a day in the snow!
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+DOUBLE DIAGONAL PUZZLE.
+
+If definitions of the objects and scene shown above be placed one under
+the other in the order indicated, the diagonals, left to right, will
+form the names of two well-known cities.
+
+
+MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.
+
+An old man is seen in a dungeon, dressed in rags and covered with mud. A
+slave enters with a sword, evidently for the purpose of murdering him,
+when he stops suddenly, awed and frightened by the prisoner's face and
+stern voice, as he demands if he has the presumption to kill him. Then
+the slave rushes from the cell, declaring it impossible to despatch such
+a man. Who is the prisoner?
+
+  NELLIE ELLIS.
+  (Aged 15-1/4).
+
+  _Frost Hill House,
+  Liversedge, Yorkshire._
+
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials read downwards will give the name of a great musician.
+
+  My first is one of England's public schools.
+  My second is one of the continents.
+  My third is a planet.
+  My fourth is one of the largest rivers in Europe.
+  My fifth is one of the Christian festivities.
+  My sixth is the opposite to rejoice.
+
+  MILDRED C. WATSON.
+  (Aged 12.)
+
+  _Harrow-on-the-Hill,
+  Middlesex._
+
+
+MISSING-LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+When the missing letters have been supplied, the whole will form a verse
+from one of Cowper's poems.
+
+  W×e×t×e×r×t×s×w×r×i×r×u×e×,
+    B×e×d×n×f×o×t×e×o×a×r×d×,
+  S×u×h×w×t×a×i×d×g×a×t×i×n
+    ×o×n×e×o×h×r×o×n×r×s×o×s.
+
+  HENRIETTA PUTTOCK.
+  (Aged 13-1/4)
+
+  _Clevelands, Billingshurst, Sussex._
+
+
+SQUARE WORDS.
+
+  1. A volcanic mountain.
+  2. A sign of sorrow.
+  3. A designation.
+  4. An extent of surface.
+
+  1. A sweet-scented herb.
+  2. A thought.
+  3. Not distant.
+  4. An article of pastry.
+
+  1. A range of mountains.
+  2. A trial of speed.
+  3. A portion of land.
+  4. A mocking look.
+
+  LOUIE W. SMITH.
+  (Aged 15-1/4.)
+
+  _11, Woodside Terrace, Glasgow._
+
+
+BURIED NAMES OF FLOWERS AND TREES.
+
+The initial letters of the following flowers and trees, if put together,
+will form the name of a town in England.
+
+  1. That pot is made of iron.
+  2. To and fro several times he went.
+  3. You can sit in the porch, Ida.
+  4. Mamma, please may I have that book?
+  5. That reel may do for the kitten.
+
+  A. K. M. WHITE.
+  (Aged 15.)
+
+  _7, Carlton Crescent, Southampton._
+
+
+CRYPTOGRAPH.
+
+The following will form a well-known verse by Wordsworth.
+
+  Nzib szw z orggov ozny,
+    Rg'h uovvxv dzh dsrgv zh hmld,
+  Zmw vevibdsviv gszg Nzib dvmg,
+    Gsv ozny dzh hfiv gl tl.
+
+  AMY G. MERSON.
+  (Aged 14)
+
+  _De-la-pole,
+  Cottingham, near Hull._
+
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+  My first is in ache, but not in sore;
+  My second is in pippin, but not in core;
+  My third is in pie, but not in tart;
+  My fourth is in wheel, but not in cart;
+  My fifth is in sole, and also in pike;
+  My whole is a fruit which all of us like.
+
+  JANIE WILSON.
+  (Aged 11-1/2.)
+
+  _Jessiefield Offerton, near Stockport._
+
+
+ARITHMOREM.
+
+  1. 5 + reri = a piece of water.
+  2. 51 + egarf = weak.
+  3. 54 + lye = bright.
+  4. 56 + e = bad.
+  5. 11 + as = an imaginary line.
+  6. 506 + azr = a mask.
+  7. 104 + li = polite.
+
+  EFFIE E. BELL.
+  (Aged 14.)
+
+  _Market Place, Swaffham._
+
+
+DIAMOND PUZZLE.
+
+  1. A consonant.
+  2. A fish.
+  3. A fragment.
+  4. To comprise.
+  5. A celebrated musician.
+  6. To roll down.
+  7. Not ever.
+  8. A large expanse of water.
+  9. A consonant.
+
+  H. BELL.
+  (Aged 13-3/4.)
+
+  _St. George's Mount, New Brighton, Cheshire._
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+WINTER COMPETITION.
+
+
+The Puzzles given in the November and the present number of LITTLE FOLKS
+form, as announced, the WINTER COMPETITION.
+
+PRIZES.
+
+In the WINTER COMPETITION there will be a First Prize of a Guinea
+Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third Prize of a
+Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in EACH DIVISION, viz., the SENIOR
+DIVISION for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 (_inclusive_),
+and the JUNIOR DIVISION for those _under_ 14 years of age. 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.
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor
+not later than December 8th (December 12th 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.
+
+The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+
+GAME PUZZLE FOR DECEMBER.
+
+SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS: A GAME FOR FOUR PLAYERS.
+
+Our readers will all recollect the classical story of Scylla and
+Charybdis, the former a maiden changed by Circe into a hideous
+sea-monster, who threw herself into the sea and became a rock, the
+latter changed by Jupiter into a foaming whirlpool. Vessels which
+avoided the rock of Scylla were oft-times prone to fall into the
+dangerous whirlpool of Charybdis.
+
+On this legend our Puzzle this month is based, though the two classical
+dangers will be now only two little children who will try to seize on
+the argosies which their brothers and sisters send through the straits.
+
+To begin which, settle a subject on which you will have your
+Competition--Botany, History, Geography, Astronomy, Natural History, or
+any other you may select--then cut out a number of pieces of cardboard
+about this size--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+For ordinary subjects you may be able to cut out from the largest type
+used in the daily or weekly papers, syllables that will meet your
+requirements, but for special subjects, such as Botany, Astronomy, &c.,
+you will find it better to write your own pieces of cardboard in a good
+bold, clear style.
+
+You will want a considerable quantity of syllables, and the words in all
+cases should range from simple ones, easy to be discovered, to more
+difficult and puzzling words.
+
+Having got a quantity of syllables, arrange them in three groups: (1)
+the simple words, (2) the more difficult, (3) the most difficult. Keep
+these groups in separate boxes, and these separate boxes again in one
+large box marked with the subject of the play.
+
+Four players now arrange themselves thus: two as mariners, one at either
+end of the table, and two as Scylla and Charybdis, one on each side of
+it.
+
+The ship will consist of a little Japanese tray, or lid of a cardboard
+box, with a piece of string fixed at either end to draw it by. In this
+are placed the syllables forming two words, and one of the mariners
+draws it slowly across the table. As it passes along, Scylla and
+Charybdis try to discover the words it contains, and if they can do so
+ere it passes they appropriate the cargo, and the ship reaches the
+opposite end of the table from which it started empty! It is again
+freighted and sent back, this time perhaps its contents are not
+discovered. And thus the game goes on till all the words are exhausted,
+when a count is made. Suppose 50 words were sent across the straits, the
+record might read:
+
+  The Mariners gained            27 words
+  Scylla and Charybdis gained    23 words
+                              -----
+  The game won by the Mariners by 4 words.
+
+Now we will proceed to give our Puzzle. The syllables given below will
+be found, when correctly sorted out and arranged, to form the names of
+the characters indicated in the explanatory notes at the foot.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+  +-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | ih  | igna | van  |  so  | pe  |  mor | tius |  ba |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | nuc | varn |  no  | hah  | no  |  car |  re  | chi |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | lac | hage | delo |  to  | nn  | tt   | aca  |  ll |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | nem | nvon | yola | ense | chi | ann  | lla  |  ca |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+
+  1. The "Michael Angelo" of Spain.
+
+  2. A cruel Roman Emperor, assassinated by a soldier.
+
+  3. He is said to have written the lines--
+
+    "When Adam delved and Eve span,
+    Where was then the gentleman."
+
+  4. A German physician, whose motto was: "Similia similibus curantur."
+
+  5. A page, soldier, philosopher, and Jesuit.
+
+  6. A Swedish philosopher.
+
+  7. A Florentine painter; he has a celebrated picture in the Louvre,
+  called "Charity."
+
+  8. A Prussian statesman, author of various works.
+
+  9. A Spanish navigator who assisted Pizarro.
+
+  10. A Quaker, founder of a colony, author, &c.
+
+  11. A celebrated general in Afghanistan, &c.
+
+  12. An Italian musical composer who wrote several oratorios, operas, and
+  masses.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | ko  | mar  | new  | yps  | th  | di   | wa   | cam |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | po  | add  | cia  | bla  | peg | nus  | chr  | ina |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | nch | gla  | ila  | pe   | ing |  rd  | ist  | gio |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | dst | gate | one  | om   | nti | ard  | ton  | ch  |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+
+  1. An antiquary who left money to the Oxford University for "a copy of
+  English verses."
+
+  2. Emperor of the East, married the widow of Theodosius the Younger.
+
+  3. French historian and member of Legislative Assembly.
+
+  4. A self-taught Ayrshire sculptor.
+
+  5. A hospodar of Moldavia and Wallachia.
+
+  6. A Bishop of Salisbury, astronomer and mathematician.
+
+  7. Author of "Rape of the Lock."
+
+  8. A Speaker of the House of Commons, Premier, and Home Secretary.
+
+  9. A French aeronaut, killed by the explosion of a balloon.
+
+  10. The Papal legate who attended the trial of an English Queen.
+
+  11. A Swedish Queen who, having abdicated, abjured Lutheranism, and was
+  pensioned by the Pope.
+
+  12. A Lord of the Treasury, Secretary for Colonies, Master of the Mint,
+  President of Board of Trade, Chancellor of Exchequer, Premier, author,
+  &c.
+
+  * *
+   *  In order to gain full number of marks Competitors must arrange
+  the names in the proper order, placing them as numbered in the lights.
+
+
+
+
+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.
+
+X Y Z, SWALLOW.--[The names of the winners of the Silver Medals will be
+printed in the February Number.--ED.]
+
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+A LOVER OF POETRY would like to know where the following line occurs,
+and by whom it was written:--
+
+  "The league long roller thund'ring on the reef."
+
+RAGS AND TATTERS wishes to know where the following lines are taken
+from, and who is the author:--
+
+  "Till the day break and shadows flee away
+  In that far future dawn that knows not death."
+
+ETHEL writes, in answer to LITTLE MAID OF ARCADIE, that the quotation--
+
+  "Evil is wrought by want of thought,
+  As well as want of heart"--
+
+is from a poem by Thomas Hood, entitled "The Lady's Dream." Answers also
+received from several other readers.
+
+
+WORK.
+
+NELLY asks if any one could tell her how to make a pretty and simple
+lace collar.
+
+
+COOKERY.
+
+RUBY AND A STRAWBERRY are informed that full directions for making
+toffee appear on page 335 of this number.
+
+
+GENERAL.
+
+PANSY and M. E. would be glad if any one would tell her how to press
+flowers, as those she has done have gone brown.
+
+GUMMY would be very pleased if any one could give him a few hints on
+satin-painting; has the satin to be prepared before it can be painted
+on? if so, how?
+
+VERUS would like to know of a very simple way of making an Ćolian harp,
+if any one could tell her.--[The method was described in the May, 1882,
+number of LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XV., p. 319.--ED.]
+
+THE SHAMROCK OF FREILING would be glad to know if any of the readers of
+LITTLE FOLKS could tell them how to bleach grass for making Markart
+bouquets.
+
+DAFFODIL asks if any one will tell her how to paint on tiles with
+water-colours.
+
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+EDITH would like to know what is the best food for rabbits, and how
+often they ought to be fed. [They should be fed twice a day, every time
+clearing away everything and giving quite fresh food. The staple diet
+must be what is called "dry food," varied, such as dry crust of bread,
+bread soaked in milk and squeezed dry, barley meal mixed with a very
+little hot water, oatmeal same way, dry barley or oats. You need not use
+all, but vary now and then. Give beside every day a moderate quantity of
+fresh green leaves, kept first long enough to dry off all dew or rain,
+and begin slightly to wither.]
+
+PARTHENOPE would be glad to know what would be the best food for a
+starling in the winter?--[A sort of stock food is made of the
+fine-ground oats called "fig-dust," made into a stiff dough with milk
+and water, adding every day a pinch of soaked currants or a little
+fine-shredded raw beef. Give a little fruit now and then, and a few odd
+worms, insects, or snails. A little sopped bread will be taken as a
+change, but there must be a little animal food.]
+
+MARY BRAZIER asks what is the best food for a dormouse. She knows that a
+little Indian corn is often given.--[You should vary the diet with
+wheat, Indian corn, bits of bread-crust, bread-and-milk squeezed dry,
+with any kind of nut occasionally, and a few blades of grass or field
+weeds.]
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_p. 317_).
+
+POETICAL ACROSTIC.--CAMPBELL.
+
+
+  1. C hâteaubriand. 2. A lfieri. 3. M ilton.
+  4. P etraria. 5. B yron. 6. E ulla.
+  7. L eopardi. 8. L amartine.
+
+
+MISSING VOWEL PUZZLE.
+
+  "Break, break, break,
+    On thy cold grey stones, O sea!
+  And I would that my tongue could utter
+    The thoughts that arise in me."
+
+
+DOUBLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.
+
+ITALY--GARDA.
+
+  1. I ou G. 2. T arif A.
+  3. A nadi R. 4. L ichfiel D.
+  5. Y andill A.
+
+MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.
+
+Epaminondas, at the battle of Mantinea.
+
+
+NUMERICAL ENIGMA.
+
+  "O what a tangled web we weave,
+    When first we practise to deceive!"
+
+  1. Lear. 2. Train. 3. Drain. 4. Weep. 5. Character.
+  6. Brew. 7. Goad. 8. What. 9. Wife. 10. Drove. 11. Wander.
+  12. Save. 13. Stew. 14. Sleep. 15. It.
+
+
+FOUR PICTORIAL PROVERBS.
+
+  1. "All are not thieves that dogs bark at."
+  2. "A rolling stone gathers no moss."
+  3. "Count not your chickens before they are hatched."
+  4. "When the cat is away the mice do play."
+
+
+
+
+To My Readers.
+
+"What are you going to give us in the next Volume?" is, I dare say, the
+question which is in some of your minds to ask me; so, as usual on
+reaching the end of a half-year, I will tell you of a few of the
+arrangements made for the New Volume, beginning with the JANUARY Number.
+These include:--
+
+A SERIAL STORY by the Author of "A Little Too Clever," "Margaret's
+Enemy," "Maid Marjory," &c., to continue from month to month; and a
+Second SERIAL STORY, by HENRY FRITH, called "King Charles's Page; or,
+Two Children's Adventures in the Time of the Commonwealth," also to run
+for six months. The latter is an unusually exciting tale--full of novel
+incident and strange adventure. Then there will be
+
+"LEGENDS AND STORIES OF FAMOUS RIVERS," by EDWIN HODDER ("Old Merry"),
+in which you will be told many curious tales and wonderful legends
+associated with a few of the most celebrated of the world's Rivers.
+
+"SOME NOTABLE PICTURES AND THEIR STORY"--telling, in a bright and chatty
+style, about a few of the masterpieces of Art, how they came to be
+produced, and what fortunes, good and bad, some of them experienced;
+including interesting anecdotes and facts concerning themselves and
+their painters.
+
+"ENGLAND'S FORESTS IN DAYS OF OLD"--a series of papers relating the
+story of the stirring incidents of which some of the well-known forests
+of this country have been the scene.
+
+"BIRDS AND FLOWERS OF THE MONTH"--consisting of full-page Pictures which
+M. GIACOMELLI, the well-known French Artist, has specially drawn for
+LITTLE FOLKS. One of these will appear in each number of the New Volume,
+accompanied by Verses appropriate to the subject.
+
+"BIBLE STORMS BY LAND AND SEA"--a new series of Scripture Stories for
+"Our Sunday Afternoons;" and the usual "Bible Exercises" will appear
+every month.
+
+"PAGES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK." In response to repeated requests, I am
+glad to announce that this department of LITTLE FOLKS--comprising two
+pages of bold pictures and simple stories printed in large type--will be
+re-commenced in JANUARY, and continued every month.
+
+MR. PALMER COX, the American Artist, has drawn for LITTLE FOLKS some
+more HUMOROUS PICTURES in his well-known style; the Notes and Jottings
+by a Practical Writer on the subject of "THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN" will
+be given, as well as FAIRY STORIES, with droll and laughable pictures,
+every month; and besides STORIES, POEMS, ANECDOTES, and PICTURES of
+every kind, all the regular features, such as "THE EDITOR'S
+POCKET-BOOK," "SONGS WITH MUSIC," "THE LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PAGES,"
+"QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS," &c. &c., will be still maintained.
+
+SEVERAL NEW SPECIAL COMPETITIONS FOR 1885 have been arranged in addition
+to the ordinary Monthly Puzzle and "Picture Page" ones. The most
+important of these is
+
+A NEW "'LITTLE FOLKS' PAINTING BOOK COMPETITION," in which, as already
+briefly announced, a number of PRIZES IN MONEY, BOOKS, and MEDALS will
+be offered. It will be open to both Senior and Junior Competitors, and
+so arranged that all may have equal opportunities of being successful.
+This Competition will be in connection with "THE 'LITTLE FOLKS' PROVERB
+PAINTING BOOK," which is now ready; and the full Regulations and the
+list of Prizes to be awarded, as well as of those offered in all the
+other Special Competitions for 1885, will be printed in the JANUARY
+Number. In that number will appear, too, the names of the Prize and
+Medal winners in the Competitions for 1884, also those in the Puzzle and
+"Picture Page" Competitions announced in the September, October, and
+November numbers (including the "Home and Foreign" Competitions).
+
+I am glad to find that the Competitions for the year now closing have
+been so popular with you, and I heartily thank you on behalf of the
+little ones in the Hospitals--among whom the articles of Needlework,
+Dolls, Illuminated Texts, Scrap Albums, Toys of various kinds, and the
+hundreds of Illustrated Story-books written by yourselves, which you
+have sent to me, will be distributed at Christmas--for all the trouble
+and care you have so lovingly bestowed on your work. You are indeed
+amply repaid by the rays of gladness which these your gifts will bring
+to helpless sufferers!
+
+A COLOURED PICTURE, called "THREE LITTLE KITTENS," will be given with
+the JANUARY Number, and the Frontispieces to all the other numbers will
+be printed in a bright colour as they have been in the present Volume.
+You will also be pleased to hear that it is intended in future to make
+all the pages of our Magazine more attractive in appearance, but I need
+only just allude to this and leave you to see for yourselves in the
+JANUARY Number in what manner it will be effected.
+
+Having thus told you what is to be done for _you_ in the New Volume, I
+will only add that I rely on you all to do everything you can for LITTLE
+FOLKS by persuading as many of your relatives and friends as possible to
+take it in. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,
+
+Your very sincere Friend,
+
+THE EDITOR.
+
+
+
+
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+    |                                                              |
+    | Transcriber's note:                                          |
+    |                                                              |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: "September. 179" has been changed to "September,   |
+    | 179"                                                         |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: "The Discontented Boat. 242" has been changed to   |
+    | "The Discontented Boat, 242"                                 |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: Little Toilers of the Night section appears twice, |
+    | as in the original                                           |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: "Peacock Pie, 371:" has been changed to "Peacock   |
+    | Pie, 371;"                                                   |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iv: "King-fisher" has been changed to "Kingfisher"      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iv: "Story of Two Brothers, By the" has been changed to |
+    | "Story of Two Brothers. By the"                              |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 342: running along to hurt them? has been changed to    |
+    | running along to hurt them?" with closing quotation marks    |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 343: "spash of ink" has been changed to "splash of ink" |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 344: "his head among Bab's curls" has been changed to   |
+    | "his hand among Bab's curls"                                 |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 347: "engaged upon, And in the preface" has been        |
+    | changed to "engaged upon, and in the preface"                |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 349: FATHER'S COMING.' has been changed to 'FATHER'S    |
+    | COMING.' with an opening quotation mark                      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 351: And if we're has been changed to "And if we're     |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 360: "procure early blooms" has been changed to         |
+    | "procure early blooms."                                      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 369: "See p. 68" has been changed to "See p. 368"       |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 371: "curious jumping action" has been changed to       |
+    | "curious jumping action."                                    |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "M. J Doughty" has been changed to "M. J. Doughty" |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "W Jones" has been changed to "W. Jones"           |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "Elizbth. C Gidley" has been changed to "Elizbth.  |
+    | C. Gidley"                                                   |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "Annie E Jolly" has been changed to "Annie E.      |
+    | Jolly"                                                       |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: the name "G. M. Willett" is unclear                |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: "H. G, Humphries" has been changed to "H. G.       |
+    | Humphries"                                                   |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: "G. A M. Gillott" has been changed to "G. A. M.    |
+    | Gillott"                                                     |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: "Geo E. Girard" has been changed to "Geo. E.       |
+    | Girard"                                                      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: the name "John Macnamara" is unclear               |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: the age of "George Humble" is unclear              |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: the age of "Ann Hetherington is unclear            |
+    |                                                              |
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Title: Little Folks (December 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: February 5, 2009 [EBook #28007]
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+<div class="notes">
+<p>Transcriber's Note: A table of Contents has been added for this HTML version.
+Amendments can be read by placing the cursor over words with a dashed underscore like
+<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note">this</ins>.
+</p>
+<p>Near the beginning of this December 1884 issue is an index to the entire Volume including July-December 1884.
+Each of the six issues is available as a separate Project Gutenberg e-text.</p>
+
+<table summary="issues">
+<tr><td>July 1884</td><td>Pages 1-64</td></tr>
+<tr><td>August 1884</td><td>Pages 65-128</td></tr>
+<tr><td>September 1884</td><td>Pages 129-192</td></tr>
+<tr><td>October 1884</td><td>Pages 193-256</td></tr>
+<tr><td>November 1884</td><td>Pages 257-320</td></tr>
+<tr><td>December 1884</td><td>Pages 321-380</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+</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="459" alt="cover" title="cover" />
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h2>Contents of December 1884 issue</h2>
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg sml">PAGE</td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Index">Index to July-December 1884</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_iii">iii</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Little_Too_Clever">A Little Too Clever</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_321">321</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Little_Papers_For_Little_Art_Workers">Little Papers For Little Art Workers</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_330">330</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Faithful_To_Her_Trust">Faithful To Her Trust</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_332">332</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Morning_Visit">A Morning Visit</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_333">333</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Going_To_Sea_In_A_Cage">Going To Sea In A Cage</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_334">334</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Little_Margarets_Kitchen">Little Margaret's Kitchen, And What She Did In It.&mdash;XII.</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_335">335</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Rival_Mothers">The Rival Mothers</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_337">337</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Our_Sunday_Afternoons">Our Sunday Afternoons</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_338">338</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Little_Bab_And_The_Story_Book">Little Bab And The Story-Book</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_341">341</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Helping_Hand">A Helping Hand</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_345">345</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_346">346</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Fathers_Coming">"Father's Coming!"</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_348">348</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Their_Road_To_Fortune">Their Road To Fortune</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_348">348</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Hedwigs_Christmas_Presents">Hedwig's Christmas Presents</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_355">355</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Legend_Of_The_Reeds">The Legend Of The Reeds</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_358">358</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Few_Words_About_Tattooing">A Few Words About Tattooing</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_359">359</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_December">The Children's Own Garden In December</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_360">360</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Race_For_A_Cat">A Race For A Cat</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_361">361</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Ethels_Pink_Plant">Ethel's Pink Plant</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_364">364</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_366">366</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Birds_Petition">The Birds' Petition</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_368">368</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Editors_Pocket_Book">The Editor's Pocket-Book</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_370">370</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society">The "Little Folks" Humane Society</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_372">372</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_374">374</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Little_Doctor_May">Little Doctor May</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_375">375</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#A_Day_In_The_Snow">A Day In The Snow</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_376">376</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_377">377</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Prize_Puzzle_Competition">Prize Puzzle Competition</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_378">378</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#Questions_And_Answers">Questions And Answers</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_379">379</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><a href="#To_My_Readers">To My Readers</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_380">380</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr style="width: 33%;" />
+
+<p><a name="Index" id="Index"></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii"></a>[iii]</span></p>
+
+<h2>INDEX.</h2>
+
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Amusements, Recreations</span>, &amp;c.&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Pretty Work for Little Fingers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">Embroidered Glass-cloth, 13.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Children's Own Garden, 43, 100, 179, 239, 290, 360.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Hints on Canvasine Painting, 75.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Some more Little Presents, and the way to make them, 139.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A New Game for Children, 142.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">How to make pretty Picture-Frames, 203.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Game for Long Evenings, 275.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Little Papers for Little Art Workers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">Ivory Miniature Painting, 330.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Children's Own Garden, The</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">July, 43.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">August, 100.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2"><ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;September.&quot;">September,</ins> 179.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">October, 239.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">November, 290.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">December, 360.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Fanciful Rhymes, Pictures, Stories</span>, &amp;c.&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Little Miss Propriety, 11.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Fighting with a Shadow, 12.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Practical Joke, 28.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">How Paulina won back Peter (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 47.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Race on the Sands, 77.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Kingfisher and the Fishes, 81.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Maids and the Magpie, 91.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Game of Cricket in Elfland (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 105.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Little Flowers' Wish, 116.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Their Wonderful Ride, 153.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">What came of a Foxglove (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 172.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">What the Magic Words Meant (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 235.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Discontented <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;Boat.&quot;">Boat,</ins> 242.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Brownies to the Rescue, 256.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Fox and the Frog, 288.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Magic Music and its Message (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 293.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Rival Mothers, 337.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Race for a Cat (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 361.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Humane Society, The "Little Folks"</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Special Notices, 55, 373.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Lists of Officers and Members, 55, 121, 185, 249, 313, 372.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">True Stories about Pets, Anecdotes, &amp;c., 57, 187, 251, 374.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Little Margaret's Kitchen, and What She Did in It</span>, 45, 110, 161, 233, 279, 335.
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Little Toilers of the Night</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">The Printer's Reading-Boy, 30.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Fisher-Boy, 151.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Young Gipsies, 273.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Music</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Three Little Squirrels, 59.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Harvest Song, 112.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"Let's Away to the Woods," 181.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Dignity and Impudence, 245.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Happy Little River, 316.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Day in the Snow, 376.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Peeps at Home and Abroad</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Stories Told in Westminster Abbey&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">How the Abbey was Built, 14.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Coronations in the Abbey, 113.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">Royal Funerals in the Abbey, 176.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">Curious Customs and Remarkable Incidents, 222.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Sanctuary, Cloisters, and Chapter-House, 291.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Monuments, 366.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Home of the Beads, 26.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2"><ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: this section appears twice, as in the original"> Little Toilers of the Night</ins>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Printer's Reading-Boy, 30.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Fisher-Boy, 151.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">Young Gipsies, 273.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Some Famous Railway Trains, and their Story&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The "Flying Dutchman," 39.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The "Wild Irishman," 86.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The "Flying Scotchman," 204.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Continental and "Tidal" Mails, 346.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Children's Games in Days of Old, 91.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Day on Board H.M.S. Britannia, 142.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Water-Carriers of the World, 157.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Prince and his Whipping-Boy, 220.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Few Words about the Dykes of Holland, 267.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Few Words about Tattooing, 359.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Pocket-book, The Editor's: Jottings and Pencillings Here, There, and Everywhere</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">The Natural Bridge, Virginia, 51;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Colossus of Rhodes, 51;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Chinese Palanquins, 51;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Flamingo, 51;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"God's Providence House," 51;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">An Ancient Monster, 51;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Arabs of the Soudan, 52;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Lesson in Charity, 52;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Busy Bee, 52;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Dwarf Trees of China, 52;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">What is the "Lake School?" 52;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Cuckoo's Fag, 52;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Greatest Whirlpool in the World, 54;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Dog and the Telephone, 54;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Wounded Cat and the Doctor, 117;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Remarkable Bell, 117;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">About the Mina Bird, 117;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">An Historical Cocoa-Plant, 117;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The International Health Exhibition, 118;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Famous Old London Buildings, 118;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Model Dairies, 118;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Trades in Operation, 118;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Costume Show, 118;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Street of Furnished Rooms, 119;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Other Exhibits, 119;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Young Heroes, 119;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">An Intelligent Mare, 119;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Who were the Janizaries? 182;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Canine Guide, 182;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Taming of Bucephalus, 182;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Price of a Picture by Landseer, 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"Ignoramus," 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Saved by South Sea Islanders, 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Strange Vow, 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Honour among Cats, 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Memory in Parrots, 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Clock-tower in Darmstadt Palace, 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Oiling the Waves, 183;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Spider Knicknacks, 184;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">An Affectionate Dog, 184;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Sagacious Cavalry Horse, 184;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">What is a Nabob? 184;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Curious Volcano, 184;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">How a Dog saved its Blind Master, 246;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Abraham Men, 246;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Famous Abdicators, 246;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Memory in Cats, 247;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Fugitives from Siberia, 247;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Tame Humming Birds, 247;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Intelligent Dogs, 247;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Skating Race in Lapland, 247;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Riddle of the Sphinx, 247;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Wolf and the Bees, 248;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">About Pages, 248;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Union Jack, 248;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Glendower's Oak, 248;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Product of the Soudan, 309;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Vallary Crown, 309;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Supposed Relic of Trafalgar, 309;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Founder of Ragged Schools, 309;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Tallow Trees, 309;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Saucy Sparrow, 309;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"Sansculottes," 310;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Fresh-water Springs in the Sea, 309;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Feathered Thieves, 310;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Carlyle's Birthplace, 310;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Memory in Dogs, 310;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Anecdotes of Apelles, 310;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Drawing the Badger, 311;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Gallant Rescue, 311;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">War Elephants, 311;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">About the Mistletoe, 370;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Badges of the Apostles, 370;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Yule Log, 370;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Senses of Bees, 370;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Abolition of Christmas Day, 371;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Dancing Bird, 371;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Americanisms, 371;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Peacock Pie, <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;371:&quot;">371;</ins><br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The "Ironsides," 371;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Migration of Storks, 371.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Poetry</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Little Miss Propriety, 11.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Madge's Dove, 16.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Nessie's Adventure, 21.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Practical Joke, 28.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Summer Hour, 44.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Queen of the Beach, 54.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Race on the Sands, 77.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Children's Light Brigade, 85.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Maids and the Magpie, 91.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Harvest Days, 108.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Waiting for Father, 113.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Summer Visitors, 140,<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Their Wonderful Ride, 153.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv"></a>[iv]</span>
+<span class="pad2">An Apple Song, 170.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Daisy and Dolly, 176.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Legends of the Flowers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Scarlet Pimpernel, 180.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Sunflower, 280.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">His First Sketch, 204.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Contentment, 217.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Brownies to the Rescue, 256.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Song of a Little Bird, 267.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Poor Pussy, 313.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Morning Visit, 333.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Rival Mothers, 337.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Helping Hand, 345.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"Father's Coming," 348.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Legend of the Reeds, 358.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Birds' Petition, 368.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Little Doctor May, 375.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Prize Competitions</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Picture Pages Wanting Words, &amp;c, and Answers, 58, 64, 124, 128, 188, 192, 252, 320, 379.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Lists of Honour. 58, 124, 188.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Special Prize Competitions for 1884, 62.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Annual for 1885, 252.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A New <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Painting Book Competition, 319.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Prize Puzzle Competitions</span>&mdash;61, 126, 190, 254, 318, 378.<br />
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Puzzles, Our Little Folks' Own, and Answers</span>&mdash;58, 60, 125, 128, 188, 189, 253, 317, 320, 374, 377.<br />
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Questions and Answers</span>&mdash;63, 127, 191, 255, 319, 379.<br />
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Railway Trains and Their Story, Some Famous</span><br />
+<span class="pad2">The "Flying Dutchman," 39.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The "Wild Irishman," 86.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The "Flying Scotchman," 204.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Continental and "Tidal" Mails, 346.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Serial Stories</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2"><span class="smcap">A Little Too Clever.</span> By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," &amp;c. &amp;c, 1, 65, 129, 193, 257, 321.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2"><span class="smcap">Their Road to Fortune: the Story of Two <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original read &quot;BROTHERS,&quot; with a comma">Brothers.</ins></span> By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &amp;c, 32, 93, 163, 224, 281, 348.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Short Stories</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Too Young for School, 21.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">How Paulina Won Back Peter (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 47.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The King and Queen's Quarrel, 78.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Master Tom's "Rainy Weather," 88.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Jemmy's and My Adventure, 101.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Game of Cricket in Elfland (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 105.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Little Flowers' Wish, 116.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Andy's Brave Deed, 147.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">What Came of a Foxglove (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 172.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Little Fé, 218.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">What the Magic Words Meant (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 235.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 273px;">
+<img src="images/i006.jpg" width="273" height="275" alt="Illustration" title="Illustration" />
+</div>
+
+<p>
+<span class="pad2">A Young Roman's Sacrifice (A True Story), 239.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Discontented Boat, 242.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Harry's Prize Rabbit, 242.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"Whistling for It," 271.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Magic Music and its Message (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 293.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Mab, the Wolf, and the Waterfall, 299.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"Where there's a Will there's a Way," 302.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">"Home, Sweet Home;" or, Lost in London, 302.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Faithful to Her Trust (A True Story), 332.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Little Bab and the Story-Book, 341.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Hedwig's Christmas Presents, 355.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Race for a Cat (<i>A Fairy Story</i>), 361.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Ethel's Pink Plant, and what Happened to it, 364.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Stories, Poems, and Pictures of Birds, Beasts, and Fishes</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">Fighting with a Shadow, 12.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Madge's Dove, 16.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Practical Joke, 28.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Mornings at the Zoo&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Stork Family, 41.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">About the Bats, 104.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">In the Fish-house, 170.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Kangaroos, 297.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Race on the Sands, 77.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;King-fisher&quot;">Kingfisher</ins> and the Fishes, 81.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Maids and the Magpie, 91.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">About the Frankolin, 121.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Summer Visitors, 140.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Buried Alive; or, Love Never Lost on a Dog, 158.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">All about Snails, 232.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Harry's Prize Rabbit, 242.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Fox and the Frog, 288.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Poor Pussy, 313.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Going to Sea in a Cage, 334.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Rival Mothers, 337.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">A Helping Hand, 345.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Birds' Petition, 368.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Sunday Afternoons, Our</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad3">Solomon's Dream at Gibeon, 18.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Dream of the Barley Cake, 82.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">Nebuchadnezzar's Dream of the Huge Tree, 154.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">The Dream of Pilate's Wife, 214.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">A Dream for all Ages, 306.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad3">Saved by a Dream, 338.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Bible Exercises, 20, 84, 156, 216, 308, 340.<br /></span>
+</p>
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Westminster Abbey, Stories Told in</span>&mdash;<br />
+<span class="pad2">How the Abbey was Built, 14.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Coronations in the Abbey, 113,<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Royal Funerals in the Abbey, 176.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">Curious Customs and Remarkable Incidents, 222.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Sanctuary, Cloisters, and Chapter-House, 291.<br /></span>
+<span class="pad2">The Monuments, 366.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><a name="A_Little_Too_Clever" id="A_Little_Too_Clever"></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321"></a>[Pg 321]</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 XX.&mdash;MRS. MACDOUGALL FINDS DUNCAN.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap009"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span> <span class="smcap">whole</span>
+week elapsed,
+in which Mrs.
+MacDougall received
+no tidings of the
+children. Every
+day she trudged
+to the market-town
+and back,
+not able to bear
+the suspense
+without doing
+something. Every
+day she received
+the same
+answer, and turned
+away with
+a weary sigh.
+The men who
+answered her
+questions noticed her change from day to day, and
+shrank from giving her the same hopeless replies
+time after time. They were puzzled and astonished,
+but still confident that the children would ultimately
+be found. In their own minds they believed
+the children had fallen in with some wandering
+gipsies or other vagrants, and were being closely
+guarded. They knew well enough that there were
+plenty of ways of stealing children, and keeping
+them out of sight in barges, colliers, or gipsies'
+vans, and that the time that had elapsed made the
+probability of finding the children much less; but
+this they kept to themselves.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. MacDougall, however, was not so easily
+blinded. She knew the dangers that were waiting
+to engulf them. She called to mind having read,
+some years ago in the newspapers, of a little fair,
+delicate boy, who was stolen away and never found.
+She remembered distinctly enough the agonised
+appeal of his parents that every man and woman
+would join in the search for the child by keeping
+their eyes open wherever they went.</p>
+
+<p>She had been deeply interested, and wondered
+how such a thing could happen. She remembered
+that, in spite of all, little Charlie (that was the
+child's name), had never been discovered, and that
+his fate had remained shrouded in mystery, the
+supposition being that the child had been stolen
+by cruel, wicked people, and perhaps died of fright.</p>
+
+<p>Could such a fate have overtaken her children?
+A hundred times a day she cried to God that He
+would save them from a life of sin and degradation,
+even if by death, and there is no doubt that the
+mother's prayers had the reward of keeping them
+out of the dangers she feared for them.</p>
+
+<p>The Sabbath came round. Mrs. MacDougall
+put on her best clothes, dressed her mother and
+Robbie, and went off to the kirk as usual.</p>
+
+<p>"The Lord will not ill-requite me for keeping His
+day holy," she said solemnly, when her mother
+suggested that news might come in her absence.
+"The Lord knows I am in His kirk, and He will
+no seek me in the cottage."</p>
+
+<p>Her simple faith was destined to receive its
+verification. Early the next morning a messenger
+arrived, bringing news. He spread out an official
+document on the table, and began with much unnecessary
+and tiresome questioning.</p>
+
+<p>"If ye're wanting to send me crazy, you may
+just take your own time, but if not, will ye tell me
+right out are they found?" she asked sharply.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, yes, they are," the man replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Then tell me how, and where."</p>
+
+<p>"The boy is in Edinburgh, ill of the fever, but
+well cared for in a children's hospital. The girl is
+in London, in a place she won't be running away
+from in a hurry."</p>
+
+<p>"You mean a prison, surely?" Mrs. MacDougall
+gasped. "Say the right word, man, and don't
+put your own gloss on things. It doesn't make
+them any the better."</p>
+
+<p>"It isn't a prison exactly," the man replied,
+"except that she can't get free from it without the
+permission of them that put her there. She got in
+with some people who are now in custody, and as she
+will be an important witness, she will be, perhaps,
+detained there until the case comes before the
+magistrates; but she is safe and sound, according
+to our information."</p>
+
+<p>"And can I no rescue her from that place?"
+Mrs. MacDougall asked.</p>
+
+<p>"That depends upon many things," the officer
+answered cautiously. "I could not undertake to
+say."</p>
+
+<p>In a very short time Mrs. MacDougall was
+ready for her journey. "Ye will nae gang outside
+the gate whiles I'm gone," she said to Robbie, "an'
+bless your heart for a good child, I know you will
+not disobey me." Then to her mother she added,
+"I will just ask our good neighbour Jarrett to look
+in an' see ye all right, an' that your wants are
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322"></a>[Pg 322]</span>
+supplied." Then she bade them adieu, and departed.</p>
+
+<p>They walked as far as Dunster, calling at the
+farm on their way, then hired a vehicle to convey
+them to Killochrie, the nearest place to which the
+trains ran&mdash;not by the circuitous route that Elsie
+and Duncan had found their way there, but by a
+direct road.</p>
+
+<p>That night Mrs. MacDougall was in Edinburgh,
+and was mightily amazed and confused with the
+grandeur and bustle of the place, which she had
+never seen before. How her children could have
+found their way here, and still more, how they
+could ever have been discovered and identified in
+such a teeming, bustling, bewildering city, she
+could not imagine. She had yet to see London, to
+which Edinburgh could not compare for teeming
+multitudes, labyrinths of streets, and all the gigantic
+bustle and confusion of a vast city.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! but it's a right wicked place," she exclaimed
+in horror, as she passed by some of the foul-smelling
+closes, or courts, as we call them, where dishevelled
+hag-like old women sat on door-steps, and
+filthy, squalid children played in the gutter, where
+ill-favoured young people of both sexes hung idly
+about the entrances, chaffing or quarrelling with each
+other. "Ye police people must be a poor set out,
+an' ye can no do away with such dens as these!"
+Mrs. MacDougall cried in righteous indignation.
+"And the country folk are all for sending their
+girls into the towns to get high wages and such
+gear. I would not have one of mine come to such
+a Babylon as this!"</p>
+
+<p>But Mrs. MacDougall had not time for more
+observations, for they were soon at the hospital
+where sick children were received. They were at
+once admitted. A kind-looking woman came forward,
+and asked if it was necessary to see the child.</p>
+
+<p>"Are ye no aware, ma'am, that he is my ain
+bairn?" Mrs. MacDougall began; but her companion
+interrupted her.</p>
+
+<p>"Our business is to identify the little laddie," he
+said, with a tone of authority.</p>
+
+<p>"Then I warn you to be careful," the woman
+replied. "He is just in a critical condition, and
+must not be spoken to."</p>
+
+<p>"Ye mean well to say his life is in danger?"
+Mrs. MacDougall asked quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot deny it," the matron replied; "but
+you must not despair. Children make wonderful
+recoveries," she added, kindly.</p>
+
+<p>She led them to the door of the ward, where a
+nurse came forward to conduct them to the proper
+bed.</p>
+
+<p>"It is my ain little bairnie," Mrs. MacDougall
+whispered; "but sairly altered, sairly changed."</p>
+
+<p>"He couldn't have been worse than he's been,"
+the nurse said, drawing them a little way from the
+bed. "The delirium was just dreadful to see! But
+that's past, and we only want him to rally. He's
+about exhausted now, and must be kept quiet. I
+would not like him to open his eyes and find you
+by his side. By my will you would not have been
+admitted."</p>
+
+<p>"Then I'll go directly," Mrs. MacDougall said,
+quickly. "I will no beg you to be kind to my
+bairn, for I can trust your face; but I will pray
+for you to be rewarded for every act o' kindness
+done to a poor lost little one. When can I come
+again?"</p>
+
+<p>"To-morrow's the right day. You can come
+then," the nurse replied.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll be near at hand, an' they'll let me know
+if a bad change comes," Mrs. MacDougall said
+hurriedly. "I'll get the nearest lodging to be had."</p>
+
+<p>When the clothes of the child had been duly
+identified, the officer and Mrs. MacDougall departed.
+"I shall no leave this place to-night,"
+Mrs. MacDougall said, firmly. "The lass is safe
+and sound, and Duncan may be dying. I must be
+near by."</p>
+
+<p>So a decent lodging was found, in which Mrs.
+MacDougall took up her quarters, having first
+taken her address to the matron, who promised her
+that she should be sent for if immediate danger
+developed itself. The officer was somewhat
+puzzled by Mrs. MacDougall's determination; but
+as his instructions were to proceed with the
+identification of both children, he determined to go
+on to London at once, armed with the most minute
+description Mrs. MacDougall could give him of
+the missing child.</p>
+
+<p>It is needless to say that the description tallied
+perfectly. As, however, the examination of John
+and Lucy Murdoch, known to us by the name of
+Donaldson, was expected to take place in a day or
+two, the officer remained in London, waiting to
+obtain Elsie's full discharge, which could not be
+hoped for until after this important event.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. MacDougall was acquainted with her
+perfect safety, and as Duncan remained on the
+brink of the grave, she did not, for the present,
+attempt to leave Edinburgh.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XXI.&mdash;BEFORE THE MAGISTRATE.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap012"><span class="dropcap">O</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">n</span>
+a certain morning, not long after her first
+appearance before the magistrate, Elsie
+was once more brought into court. She
+had hailed the appearance of her old acquaintance
+with something approaching delight,
+for any change was a welcome one from the hard,
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323"></a>[Pg 323]</span>
+
+dreary, monotonous life she had been leading in
+the wards of the workhouse.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know anything about Duncan?" she
+asked, eagerly. "Did they really take him to the
+hospital? she didn't turn him into the streets, did
+she? Oh! I have been so frightened about it.
+They said they didn't know anything about it in
+there. You know, don't you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I know," the man said, gravely.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie looked up in his face questioningly. It
+was very grave. "Is he&mdash;is he&mdash;dead?" she
+gasped.</p>
+
+<p>"Not as far as I know," the man replied; "and
+he did go into the hospital right enough; but he
+was as near dead as possible when your mother
+found him there. I don't think it's certain now
+whether he'll recover."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother found him!" Elsie cried. "Then&mdash;then
+she knows where we are?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, she knows," the man replied.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie involuntarily drew a long sigh of relief. It
+was only afterwards that she began to be worried
+with doubts as to what her mother would say or
+do. In that first moment her first instinct was
+that being found by her mother was the end of all
+trouble, and that was, no doubt, a true and natural
+instinct.</p>
+
+<p>But the after feeling of fear and doubt soon
+came to cloud Elsie's joy at what seemed such good
+news. How glad she would be once more to be
+back in the clean, sweet cottage on her native moor.
+She had thought that life hard, and so wanted to
+be a little lady, but it was a perfect paradise compared
+with her present life; and as for care, which
+is the greatest enemy to happiness that we can
+have, she had not known what it meant before
+she ran away. Food and clothes, and warm, comfortable
+shelter, were all hers without a thought on
+her part, and yet she had been so discontented and
+cross and disagreeable to everybody because she
+had not dainty food and nothing to do. But she
+had found out what it felt like to be without a
+home or a friend, with coarse food, and nothing
+but harsh words; and she had been continually
+told that that was far more than she deserved,
+and was given to her only out of charity, for
+which she ought to be most grateful.</p>
+
+<p>If only Mrs. MacDougall would let her go home
+and things be the same as before, she would never
+be discontented or ungrateful any more, but she
+could hardly believe that she would ever get back
+again to that old happy life.</p>
+
+<p>And Duncan? He might die! Then it would
+never be the same again. Dear little Duncan, who
+did not want to come away, and had always been
+contented, but would not forsake his sister. But
+for her he would be well and happy now, whereas
+everything was dreadful and wretched. It was
+quite certain it could never come right. If only
+she had known beforehand? It seemed so easy
+and so nice. Was it her fault that things had
+turned out so different? Was she to blame for not
+knowing?</p>
+
+<p>In this way she tried to find some excuse and
+consolation where there was indeed little enough,
+falling back on the idle excuses people so frequently
+make. How many people ask "Was it my fault
+that I did not know?" when that was not at all
+where the fault lay.</p>
+
+<p>At last the court was reached. Elsie was taken
+into a small room, where she had to wait some
+time, and had plenty of time for reflection. She
+grew very nervous and frightened, and began to
+wonder whether they had sent for her to punish
+her, whether the white-haired gentleman thought
+she had told stories, and was going to send her to
+prison. Yet the officer had seemed kind, and they
+had promised her that by-and-by she should be
+allowed to go home. Could she have told a story
+without knowing it? She tried to think over all she
+had said. Suddenly it came into her head that
+perhaps this clever, wise gentleman knew that her
+name was not MacDougall, but Grosvenor, and
+would punish her for that. What ought she to have
+said? She puzzled and puzzled over it till she grew
+quite stupid and bewildered.</p>
+
+<p>By-and-by the officer who had brought her took
+her hand and led her forward. As she entered
+the great room in which she had been once before,
+she noticed that it was thronged with people. She
+was presently placed in a small, square, box-like
+place, reminding her a little of the pews in the
+kirk. Before her she soon detected the old gentleman
+who had questioned her, but there were several
+others seated near him. Turning her head slightly,
+her eyes fell with fright and dismay on the figures
+of the "fairy mother" and a man, who was neither
+Uncle William nor Grandpapa Donaldson, yet reminded
+her of both.</p>
+
+<p>They were looking at her, and Elsie saw something
+in their faces that made her tremble. Yet
+she could not turn her eyes away till the "fairy
+mother" dropped hers, and with a heavy sigh made
+a little movement, as if to hide from herself the
+sight of her ungrateful child.</p>
+
+<p>Then Elsie caught sight of another face: she
+recognised the man Andrew. There were others
+whose faces she did not know.</p>
+
+<p>The Bible was handed her, and again she had to
+repeat the words of the solemn oath. Again the
+old gentleman leaned forward and asked her if
+she knew what an oath was, repeating his solemn
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324"></a>[Pg 324]</span>
+
+warning. Then came the question, "What is your
+name?"</p>
+
+<p>"Please, sir, I don't know," Elsie faltered, bursting
+into tears.</p>
+
+<p>"The child is just dazed, your honour!" cried a
+voice from the crowd, which rang strangely in
+Elsie's ears, but the venturesome individual was
+silenced immediately.</p>
+
+<p>"You told us the other day," the old gentleman
+said kindly. "You have only to tell the truth, then
+you need not be frightened."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm afraid it was a story," Elsie exclaimed.
+And the "fairy mother" looked round anxiously.
+"I don't know whether my name is Elsie MacDougall
+or Elsie Grosvenor, because I am not
+sure whether Mrs. MacDougall was our mother or
+whether Aunt Nannie was."</p>
+
+<p>Again a voice cried out something from the
+crowd, but Elsie did not catch the words. The
+person was warned that she would be removed if
+she interrupted again, and the gentleman continued.</p>
+
+<p>"We will take your name as Elsie MacDougall.
+Is it true that you ran away from your home on a
+certain Wednesday?"</p>
+
+<p>Elsie replied that she had done so, and then she
+was asked a great many questions, first about
+herself, then about the companions she had
+travelled with, which it would take far too much
+room to write down. She was terrified almost
+beyond measure at answering such inquiries with
+the terrible "fairy mother" standing close by,
+especially when other gentlemen began to ask her
+questions too in a sharp way that confused and
+bewildered her. Every particular of her acquaintance
+with these people was drawn from her, and a
+great deal of interest displayed in her account of
+how she was separated from Duncan, and the
+description of "Uncle William's" sudden change
+into "Grandpapa Donaldson."</p>
+
+<p>"Now look well at this person. Have you ever
+seen him before?" the magistrate asked, pointing
+to the man standing near Mrs. Donaldson.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie replied that she had not but he seemed to
+remind her a little of some one she had seen.</p>
+
+<p>One of the gentlemen then held up a black wig,
+and whiskers, beard, and moustache.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie recognised them at once. "I know what
+that is like!" she exclaimed, in great astonishment.
+"He had hair like that when he was Uncle
+William."</p>
+
+<p>Another wig was then held before Elsie's wondering
+eyes. This time it was grey, with a small
+close-cut beard and whiskers, such as the old man
+in the railway carriage wore.</p>
+
+<p>They were handed in turn to the man standing
+by Mrs. Donaldson, with a request that he would
+put them on. This, however, he indignantly refused
+to do, but Elsie took a steady look, and felt
+sure that if he had he would have looked exactly
+like Uncle William and Grandpapa Donaldson.</p>
+
+<p>The next astonishing thing shown her was a
+light grey coat, the exact counterpart of the one
+worn by the gentleman in the carriage and Uncle
+William. It was turned inside out, and behold, it
+became a completely new overcoat of a drab
+colour, like the one worn by Grandpapa Donaldson.</p>
+
+<p>So that was how he had changed himself so
+completely, by changing his black hair for grey and
+turning his coat inside out. He must have done
+it very quickly and quietly, while Mrs. Donaldson
+kept Elsie's eyes fixed on her. He stoutly denied
+this, but it was very strange that the black wig
+should have been discovered in a mysterious pocket
+of that cleverly-made coat, and that Mrs. Donaldson's
+papa should be so vain as to go about in a
+wig, and false whiskers, beard and moustache,
+because he had none of his own&mdash;very strange
+indeed; and so the lawyers and magistrates seemed
+to think it.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie was very, very tired with the long examination
+she had to undergo. All she could make out
+of it was that these people, whose real names were
+John and Lucy Murdoch, were suspected of
+having stolen a great deal of money from rich
+people. At last Elsie was told she might go, and
+the officer of whom she had seen so much came
+forward to lead her away. As she was passing out,
+who should she see coming towards her but Meg.
+She lifted her eyes, and looked with a frightened
+glance at Elsie. Her eyes were red, and she
+looked altogether most wretched and unhappy.</p>
+
+<p>"I haven't told a word," Elsie couldn't help
+whispering as she passed close by her; but Meg
+did not seem to hear, for she never raised her head
+or even smiled.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie wondered what they were going to do with
+her, and hoped she would not get into any trouble.
+But she could not help thinking of her own miseries.
+Now, she supposed, she must go back again to that
+dreadful workhouse, with its harsh matron and
+dreadful companions, its misery, discomfort, and
+loneliness. She could not help shuddering and
+gulping back the sorrowful sobs that seemed to
+choke her. She was very tired and down-hearted.</p>
+
+<p>The man touched her on the arm. She lifted
+her eyes, and saw standing close by, her mother,
+Mrs. MacDougall. In a moment Elsie flew
+towards her with a cry of joy, exclaiming "Oh!
+take me home, mother; take me away, please."</p>
+
+<p>"I've got the discharge from the magistrate,"
+Mrs. MacDougall explained. "I applied for it
+this morning directly after the court was opened."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325"></a>[Pg 325]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 542px;">
+<img src="images/i017.jpg" width="542" height="600" alt="Illustration: IN A MOMENT ELSIE FLEW TOWARDS HER" title="Illustration: IN A MOMENT ELSIE FLEW TOWARDS HER" />
+<span class="smcap">"in a moment elsie flew towards her"</span> (<a href="#Page_324"><i>p</i>. 324</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p>"Quite right, ma'am," the man assented. Then
+turning to Elsie, he exclaimed, "Now, my girl,
+you're free to go home with your mother; and if
+you take my advice, you won't try running away
+again. You're just fortunate to have got off
+as you have.  If it hadn't been for our tracking
+the Murdochs just when we did, there's no telling
+what would have become of you. They are not
+the sort that would hesitate to get rid of you in any
+way that came first when they found they didn't
+want you; and all I say is you may be thankful you
+stand where you do at this moment."</p>
+
+<p>"You've just had a narrow escape of being drawn
+into a den of sin and iniquity," Mrs. MacDougall
+added fervently, "and I'm right thankful to the
+Almighty for the good care He's taken of you.
+I'm sure, sir, you're very kind to this erring lass,
+and I'm right grateful for all your goodness."</p>
+
+<p>"Mother," Elsie faltered, hardly daring to frame
+the question, "where is Duncan?"</p>
+
+<p>"He's in the hospital yet," Mrs. MacDougall
+replied. "He lies in a fair way to recover, if no ill
+turn befalls him, but I doubt me if he'll ever be the
+same laddie again. He's woefully altered, but the
+Lord has been good to him too, and put it into the
+heart of that poor body they call Meg to take
+him to the hospital, though they had no intention for
+her to do it. May she be rewarded for her charitable
+deed!"</p>
+
+<p>At this moment the officer came back to say that
+a cab was ready to take them to the station.</p>
+
+<p>"And am I going with you now?" Elsie asked.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326"></a>[Pg 326]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes; we'll be getting back to Edinburgh to-night,"
+Mrs. MacDougall replied.</p>
+
+<p>They bade the officer good-bye, and drove away.
+Elsie could hardly believe that she was once more
+free and on her way home. The revulsion of feeling
+was too much; she lay back in the carriage,
+and sobbed as if her heart would break.</p>
+
+<p>"I will no reproach you, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall
+said, gently, "for I ken you're punished enough,
+but it will do ye no harm to feel sore-hearted for
+all the sorrow you've brought on yoursel and
+others."</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XXII.&mdash;THE MURDOCHS.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap020"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">rs. macdougall</span>
+and Elsie had some
+time to wait before the night train started.
+They spent it in the waiting-room, Mrs.
+MacDougall having first procured for Elsie
+as comfortable a tea as her means would allow.
+To Elsie it seemed a perfect feast.</p>
+
+<p>While they are waiting I must take the opportunity
+of telling all that had been found out about
+the Murdochs, and how they came to take charge
+of the children. Lucy Murdoch had been, as Meg
+said, quite a poor girl, living in one of the miserable
+closes in which the old town of Edinburgh abounds.
+She was very pretty and clever, but naturally
+inclined to deceit and cunning. When she was
+about seventeen she went to service, but could
+never keep a place, because she was impertinent,
+and so fond of dressing herself up in fine clothes
+that she at last began to steal things from the
+ladies she lived with in order to gratify her vanity.</p>
+
+<p>Her friends said she looked like any lady, and
+this so pleased the vain creature that she tried to
+pass for one wherever she could, giving herself
+great airs in shops she was sent to and when walking
+out of doors. At last it was found that she
+had been to a shop in Edinburgh and ordered
+some things in the name of a young lady, in whose
+mother's house she had been a servant. After this
+she disappeared from Edinburgh, and her friends
+saw nothing of her for many years.</p>
+
+<p>When they heard of her again, she was married.
+She came back dressed as a smart lady, and looking
+and speaking very much like one. She had
+been in London, and had picked up all sorts of
+fine ways. Her husband was just such another as
+herself: they both disliked honest work, but lived
+by their cunning.</p>
+
+<p>One of their tricks was to go to a grand hotel
+where there were rich people, make the acquaintance
+of some wealthy lady or gentleman, skilfully manage
+to rob the unsuspicious individuals of any money
+they might have with them, and then depart, letting
+the suspicion fall on some unfortunate servant.</p>
+
+<p>Just before they had met Elsie and Duncan they
+had been staying at a very fashionable resort in
+the Highlands, where Lucy Murdoch, by her dashing
+manner and profuse liberality, made a great
+many friends and was much admired. There
+happened to be among the company an Australian
+gentleman just arrived in England, who had
+brought with him a pocket-book full of notes, which
+he perhaps intended to pay into an English bank.
+The gentleman, being boastful and proud of his
+money, gave broad hints of the wealth he carried
+with him to Lucy Murdoch and her husband,
+whom he thought very nice people, and so much
+more friendly to a foreigner than the cold, proud
+English folk usually are. One morning the gentleman
+found his pocket-book gone, notes and all.
+He came into luncheon full of it, pouring out his
+indignant wrath to his genial friends, the Murdochs,
+who commiserated him, and were as indignant as
+he. One of the waiters was suspected. The
+wretched man declared that he had seen the
+gentleman, Mr. Halliwell (the name under which
+the Murdochs were then going), coming out of the
+Australian gentleman's bedroom, that he had
+spoken to him, and that Mr. Halliwell had said
+that he had made a mistake and just gone inside,
+but had seen directly his error. The man was not
+believed, for there were the Halliwells still staying
+in the hotel, going and coming as freely as could
+be. The next day they paid their bill (a good long
+one) and went away, bidding their acquaintances
+good-bye, and hoping they should meet in Edinburgh.</p>
+
+<p>After they had gone some way on their journey,
+Lucy discovered that she had lost a letter from one
+of her bad companions in Edinburgh&mdash;no other than
+the man Andrew, who was one of their accomplices.
+Fearing she might have dropped it in the hotel,
+they made all haste to get to London, but their
+journey was delayed at a certain point by the
+stupidity of a driver, who had undertaken to drive
+them to Killochrie, but could not find the way, the
+consequence being that they lost their train, and
+would be delayed eight hours.</p>
+
+<p>Now Lucy Murdoch had heard of the missing
+children, and when she stopped Elsie and Duncan
+to ask them the way, she immediately supposed,
+from what Elsie said, that these were the very ones.
+Being very clever and quick-witted, she saw in a
+moment she could make use of them to forward her
+own escape. Driving to the nearest town, she
+purchased black ready-made garments, retired to a
+lonely spot, and dressed herself as a widow, smoothing
+back her curled locks under the close round
+bonnet. Then she went to the children, dressed
+them in the clothes she had bought, walked back
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327"></a>[Pg 327]</span>
+
+to the station, and went on by train to a little town
+some twenty miles off, where she spent the night,
+her husband having gone first to secure a lodging.
+On the next day they went on to Edinburgh under
+the new name of Donaldson, John Murdoch passing
+as her brother, and the children as her fatherless
+little ones on their way home from school.</p>
+
+<p>Duncan's illness interfered with her plans, and
+necessitated her seeking the help of the man
+Andrew, while she and her husband went to a
+fashionable hotel. But Lucy Murdoch was not to
+be daunted. It would do just as well to travel to
+London with one child as two, and even serve still
+further to destroy her identity. So she would
+have cast Duncan off like an old shoe. Elsie's
+determination made this difficult, but she soon
+devised a plan to get Elsie off by cunning, and
+leave Duncan behind. Although she promised
+Elsie that Duncan should go to the hospital, she
+had left instructions with Meg that he was to be
+taken back to Andrew's house. Meg, however,
+took him to the hospital, and said (poor ignorant
+thing) that she had found him ill in the street.
+When she got home she put on her most stupid
+air, and declared that she didn't rightly know what
+Mrs. Murdoch meant her to do, that she was very
+sorry if she'd done wrong, and hadn't she better go
+and fetch him back? Andrew abused her, but
+at the hospital the child was left. Poor Meg! she
+had in her a kind heart, and might have been a
+good, happy girl but for bad companions.</p>
+
+<p>The police, however, were on the track of the
+Murdochs. They had been watched from place
+to place, and evidence collected. When they least
+thought of danger they found themselves lodged in
+a prison.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie's account greatly helped to prove their
+guilt. Meg was examined, and was found to have
+known a great deal about their doings; but as
+she was not found guilty of any crime, she was
+allowed to go free, and advised by the magistrate
+to forsake her old companions, and endeavour to
+live honestly and respectably. A charitable lady
+afterwards took her into a home, being much
+touched by the account she gave of Duncan's
+illness, and the way she had done what she could
+to save his life.</p>
+
+<p>John and Lucy Murdoch were sentenced to be
+imprisoned for a great many years. The man
+Andrew was also severely punished.</p>
+
+<p>What they intended, to do with Elsie was not
+clear. Duncan they had left dangerously ill,
+without nursing or medical advice. The magistrate
+pointed out to him that they ought to be grateful
+to Meg, for if the child had died they would
+certainly have been charged with causing his death.</p>
+
+<p>Probably they would have left Elsie to a similar
+fate: unless, indeed, they had succeeded in
+making her one of themselves, in which case she
+would, perhaps, have been tempted to join them in
+some hideous crime, and have ended her days in a
+prison.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XXIII.&mdash;BACK HOME AGAIN.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap023"><span class="dropcap">E</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">lsie</span>
+and her mother travelled all night,
+and reached Edinburgh early the next
+morning. This time it was only a third-class
+carriage, crowded by very ordinary-looking
+men and women&mdash;a very different journey
+from the one with the wicked "fairy mother;"
+but the unhappy child, tired out with all she had
+gone through, leant her head against her mother's
+shoulder, and slept through the night with a sweet
+sense of safety and protection to which she had
+long been a stranger.</p>
+
+<p>They found Duncan still slowly mending, but
+looking a mere shadow of his former bonnie
+self. Elsie was so overwhelmed at the sight of
+his poor little wasted figure, and cried so bitterly,
+that the nurse promptly ordered her out of the
+ward.</p>
+
+<p>"Tell Elsie I'm quite well now," he said
+anxiously to Mrs. MacDougall. "She needn't cry,
+because we are going home; aren't we, mother?
+You did say we might."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, well all be happy again together soon,
+little lad," Mrs. MacDougall replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps they hurt Elsie," Duncan continued,
+still anxious for Elsie. "They were bad people,
+mother;" and the little fellow shuddered.</p>
+
+<p>They were obliged to calm him and turn his
+thoughts away. One of the worst points of his
+illness had been the fits of terror that came over
+him when a recollection of the Fergusons or the
+Murdochs passed through his brain. It had been
+feared that his mind was seriously affected by the
+fright he had undergone.</p>
+
+<p>He was not yet fit to be moved, so Mrs. MacDougall
+decided to take Elsie home, and come
+again to fetch Duncan when he was ready to
+leave, as she had barely money enough left to take
+her to Dunster. Duncan was, however, convalescent,
+and in a fair way of recovering.</p>
+
+<p>It was only now that Mrs. MacDougall, the
+more pressing cares of her mind relieved, had time
+to remember Elsie's curious statement before the
+magistrates. "What did you mean, child, by
+saying that you didn't rightly know your own
+name?" she asked. "Surely you were dazed with
+the strange faces all round you. I feared you had
+lost your reason."</p>
+
+<p>Elsie hung her head sheepishly. Although she
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328"></a>[Pg 328]</span>
+
+had heard nothing from any one on the subject, she
+had somehow a conviction in her mind that she had
+been very silly. It was easy to talk grandly to
+Duncan, but quite a different thing to tell the
+story to Mrs. MacDougall.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know. I did think that perhaps me
+and Duncan were the babies of Aunt Nannie's
+what Uncle Grosvenor sent you to take care of,"
+Elsie stammered,
+growing very red.</p>
+
+<p>"Good patience,
+child! What do you
+know about your aunt
+Nannie's babies?"
+Mrs. MacDougall exclaimed,
+in amazement.
+"Who have
+been tattling to you
+about what don't
+concern them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Then we <i>are</i>
+those babies!" Elsie
+cried, with a flash
+of excitement.</p>
+
+<p>"You!" cried Mrs.
+MacDougall; "that
+you are not. What
+could make you think
+such a thing? Whoever
+told you so much&mdash;an'
+I reckon your
+foolish old grannie
+was the person&mdash;might
+as well have
+told the whole story,
+which, however, it
+was my great wish
+should be kept quite
+a secret. Robbie
+was your poor Aunt
+Nannie's bairn."</p>
+
+<p>"Robbie!" Elsie exclaimed, slowly; "but there
+were two babies, mother."</p>
+
+<p>"There were twin babies, but one died the next
+day after it reached me, poor bairn. It was a girl
+baby, and the one the father took an interest in; but
+it died, and he cared little or nothing about Robbie,
+so I kept him my own self, for he was but a poor
+little lad, and could no bear a rough life. Often
+I've been tempted to let the child go back to his
+own flesh and blood, but I hadn't the heart,
+knowing there was none that would look after him
+with the care he needed."</p>
+
+<p>"Is Robbie better than we are, mother?" Elsie
+asked, with the old jealousy cropping up once more.
+"Uncle Grosvenor is a grand laird, is he not?"</p>
+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i024.jpg" width="450" height="600" alt="Illustration: ROBBIE WAITED ON HIM" title="Illustration: ROBBIE WAITED ON HIM" />
+<span class="smcap">"robbie waited on him"</span> (<a href="#Page_329"><i>p</i>. 329</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p>Mrs. MacDougall laughed. "He's just a well-to-do
+tradesman, though he had mighty fine airs when
+he used to come to Dunster; but I never liked the
+looks of him. He broke his poor wife's heart, and
+never believed it till she lay dead, and then he
+was sorry, and tried to make some amends. He
+was a bit touched when he saw his motherless
+bairns, and did a kind deed when he sent them to
+me; but he soon grew
+blithe and gay again,
+and troubled his head
+no more. I've never
+heard from him from
+that day to this, except
+that he sends me
+payment for the babies
+still. He doesn't
+even know that the
+little one died, for
+he has never written;
+and I don't know
+where he is; but any
+day he may come, and
+just take it into his
+head to fetch poor
+Nannie's bairn away
+from me: but I hope
+he won't, for now that
+he's married again
+and has many children,
+as I am told,
+poor Robbie will be
+ill-welcomed among
+them."</p>
+
+<p>What a different
+tale this was from
+the one Elsie had
+concocted in her own
+mind! How utterly
+foolish and ashamed
+she was feeling. She
+would tell all, and would so ease her mind.</p>
+
+<p>"Mother," she said, speaking quickly, "it was
+all through a letter I picked up and read, and
+because I always thought Robbie was your
+favourite more than me and Duncan. I thought
+he must be your little boy, and that we were not.
+You did buy Robbie more things, and never sent
+him for the milk."</p>
+
+<p>"Ye're right enough, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall
+said, with a sigh. "There's many a time, when
+I've been sore pressed, I've been tempted to take
+the money that Robbie's father sent to buy the
+clothes you and Duncan were in need of; but
+I've always stood against it, and never spent a
+penny of that money for any other purpose than
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329"></a>[Pg 329]</span>
+
+the right one, and I've taken care of the child
+more jealously than if he was my own. But the
+Evil One himself must have put it in your heart to
+be jealous of that poor little lad. With all my
+care, I doubt that he'll ever see manhood. And
+as for the letter, I think I know the one you mean.
+If you found it, you'd no call to read it."</p>
+
+<p>"But I read it, and I kept it," Elsie confessed,
+seeing that her mother had quite failed to comprehend
+all that she had tried to tell her. "It was
+for that I wanted to run away&mdash;to go and find who
+I thought was our own father&mdash;and I took Duncan
+with me. I thought it would be easy. I didn't
+mean to hurt Duncan."</p>
+
+<p>"I will be no harsh to you, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall
+said, sorrowfully. "It's a sore thing for
+a mother to think of; but God has taught you His
+lesson in His own way. I doubt you'll never do
+the like again."</p>
+
+<p>It was only by degrees that Mrs. MacDougall
+heard the whole history of the children's wanderings,
+or Elsie fully understood the terrible dangers
+to which she had, by her own act, willingly
+exposed herself and Duncan. Never had she fully
+realised what the word "home" meant until returning
+to it, after having been homeless, lonely,
+and outcast, she was received with the glad welcome
+that no one else in all the wide world would
+have extended to her.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. MacDougall was, like many of her race, a
+woman of few words, and not given to demonstrations
+of affection, yet with a deeply-rooted, fervent
+feeling of attachment to her own flesh and blood
+that nothing could destroy, that was only equalled
+by her strong sense of religious duty. In that
+terrible week of suspense, when she received no
+tidings of the missing children, her hair had
+become grey, and her face aged by many years.
+In seeking them out, she had spent unhesitatingly
+the hardly-scraped savings of years, laid by for the
+decent burying of her old mother and herself.
+These facts spoke more strongly than words.
+Even Elsie knew well enough the terrible degradation
+an honest, respectable Scottish woman would
+feel it that any of her birth and kin should fall
+upon the charity of strangers.</p>
+
+<p>Elsie had been ever a tiresome child. She was
+what people call clever&mdash;that is to say, she had
+from an early age the power of thinking for herself,
+and forming her own ideas on many subjects.
+This very activity of brain often overwhelmed the
+better feelings of her heart, which was not really
+bad. It was her own supposed cleverness that had
+led her into such a grievous error concerning that
+unfortunate letter she had found, her restless
+curiosity that had led her into the temptation of
+reading it, whereas Duncan's slower brain would
+have allowed his heart time to speak its protest
+against an action that he had been trained to regard
+as mean and dishonourable. Cleverness is
+a dangerous gift, apt to lead into very stray paths,
+unless there is firm principle to weigh it. Lucy
+Murdoch was extremely clever. Better for her to
+have been without one talent than to have used all
+ten to her own utter ruin.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. MacDougall gave Elsie no bitter reproaches.
+She explained to her how grievous a sin she had
+committed, and what sorrow she had brought on
+those who had always shown her the truest kindness.
+She would allow no one to speak to Elsie
+about it, except the good old minister at the manse,
+who had known her from her birth. Farmer
+Jarrett greatly desired to give her a good talking to,
+but Mrs. MacDougall said, in her true Scottish
+fashion, "Nay, neighbour; the Lord had pointed His
+own moral, an' we can no better it. She has the
+little brother she loves always before her eyes to
+warn her." And this was true enough. Duncan
+had never recovered the effects of the fever. He
+seemed to have lost all his old robustness and
+vigour, taking little interest in anything, only caring
+to sit quiet and undisturbed before the fire. No
+words could have affected her more than that most
+pitiful sight. Mrs. MacDougall often caught
+Elsie's eyes fixed on the child with a wistful, sorrowful
+expression. She and Robbie waited on him
+continually, with patient unfailing tenderness, and
+both the children vied with each other as to who
+could be the more kind and thoughtful for him.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. MacDougall from that time changed her
+treatment of Robbie, and moreover, explained to
+all three children the circumstances of his birth.
+She believed that she had erred in practising even
+this well-meant deceit, intended for the good both
+of Robbie and her own two children, which had,
+however, resulted in the very jealousy she had tried
+to prevent. Robbie benefited by the change, and
+was certainly far happier. He grew less babyish&mdash;stronger
+both in mind and body. The old jealousy
+died away, and Elsie liked him far better as a
+cousin&mdash;yet treated in every way like herself&mdash;than
+she had done as a brother.</p>
+
+<p>For several years no one dared to mention in
+Duncan's presence the sad experience he had
+lived through. His terror and excitement were so
+intense at the mere recollection of it, that the utmost
+care was necessary. He could never go out
+alone, for if he met a person who seemed to his
+morbid fancy to resemble either of the Fergusons
+or the Murdochs, his shuddering fear was shocking
+to witness. He and Robbie had quite changed
+places. It was he now who needed all the anxious,
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330"></a>[Pg 330]</span>
+
+watchful care that in former days Elsie would have
+called petting.</p>
+
+<p>If no one reproached her, it is certain she reproached
+herself, more and more bitterly as she
+grew older, and understood how grave a misfortune
+she had brought upon Duncan, the one person she
+was most fond of in this world. She had turned
+his very trust in her into the means of sacrificing
+him. Sometimes she was so tortured by this
+thought that she could hardly bear it. "I will
+never leave him as long as I live," she often said
+to herself, as a sort of reparation for what he had
+suffered. "I will take care of him till I die."</p>
+
+<p>But there is a hope that in course of time, after
+he has passed the years of boyhood, he may recover
+his old strength, and in this hope Elsie lives.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">the end.</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="Little_Papers_For_Little_Art_Workers" id="Little_Papers_For_Little_Art_Workers"></a>LITTLE PAPERS FOR LITTLE ART WORKERS.</h2>
+
+<h4>IVORY MINIATURE PAINTING.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap032"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><br /><br /><span class="smcap">e</span>
+all know the beautiful miniatures
+that grandmammas count as some
+of their greatest treasures, mementoes
+of the friends of long ago. Some
+of those little bits of ivory are now worth, over and
+over again, their weight in gold. The names of
+Nicholas Hilliard, Isaac and Peter Oliver, Samuel
+Cooper, Nathaniel Hone, and Richard Cosway,
+are well-known in connection with the art of
+Miniature Painting. Photography now supersedes
+all other modes of taking portraits on a
+small scale on account of its rapidity, but no
+photograph, however carefully coloured, ever did,
+or ever will, equal the exquisite little gems left to
+us by the men we have reason to honour whose
+names I have mentioned already. I should, for
+my part, be glad to see the art, which has never
+gone quite out of fashion, restored to its old
+popularity.</p>
+
+<p>The choice of a good piece of ivory is important.
+You can get the pieces of various sizes
+from any good artist's colourman, and you must
+look out for one that has as little grain as
+possible in the centre, because the space the face
+will occupy should be free from streaks that would
+be detrimental to the painting. The remainder of
+the ivory is not of so much consequence, as in
+representing the drapery and background the grain
+can generally be hidden. Large sizes can be
+obtained, but I should not advise you to begin on
+one of them; a piece about 3&frac12; in. by 4&frac34; in. does
+very well for a first attempt. Ivory can be cut
+with a pair of scissors, but it is a risky operation,
+and it is far better to get a professional worker to
+cut it for you if you need the shape or size altered;
+then, too, if you want an oval shape you will be
+pretty sure to get a true oval, which very possibly
+you could not manage yourself. Red sable
+brushes are used, and you should select those that
+will come to a good point. You will not require
+more than three or four, a medium size for washes,
+a smaller for stippling, and a very fine one for
+finishing-touches. An oval china palette is also
+needed; the small slabs sold in ordinary paintboxes
+are not serviceable for miniature painting,
+as many colours and tints are necessary. Use the
+best water-colours if you wish to succeed, and you
+will find those in pans or half pans are preferable
+to the dry cakes, as time is not spent in rubbing
+them down. These are the most useful colours:&mdash;Cobalt,
+French ultra, Prussian blue, carmine, or
+pink madder, Indian red, vermilion, light red,
+sepia, burnt umber, burnt sienna, Indian yellow,
+yellow ochre, ivory black, and Chinese white. I
+do not consider more than these requisite for an
+ordinary palette. Then you must have a firm
+drawing-board, and a bottle of clear strong gum.
+Some pieces of old linen should be kept at hand
+for cleaning the palette; if anything else be used
+for the purpose fluffy particles will be left on it that
+will get mixed up with the colours, and that we
+must do all in our power to avoid. I want to
+impress upon you the importance of choosing
+a good light for your work; for one reason you
+cannot get the delicate tints which are the great
+charm of ivory miniature painting if you sit in a bad
+position for seeing well; and for a second reason
+the work is so fine that there is the danger of
+trying your eyes too much if you are not careful in
+this respect.</p>
+
+<p>You must never continue the work if your
+eyes feel tired. Some person's eyesight is so
+much stronger than that of others that you
+must judge for yourselves whether or no it is
+harmful to you to produce such fine paintings.
+It is best to sketch the portrait first correctly on
+paper; not many amateurs will be able to do it
+direct on the ivory without some guide, and as few
+alterations as possible must be made on the ivory.
+If the sketch be tolerably dark it may be laid
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331"></a>[Pg 331]</span>
+
+beneath the ivory, and so traced off with a brush
+filled with light red. It is far easier, of course, to
+work from a photograph; if you do this you need
+only to place the ivory over it, and thus you have
+the features, and the principal folds of the dress,
+ready to mark off with the brush on the semi-transparent
+ground. You must be so very careful
+not to let the ivory slip in the faintest degree out
+of place, or the likeness will sure to prove a
+failure.</p>
+
+<p>When you have all the principal points clearly
+defined, fix it by gumming it at the top to a
+square of writing-paper, which must be white.
+At the back of this lay three or four more squares
+of paper, until the ivory thus mounted looks
+opaque. Bristol board is used sometimes instead
+of paper, but it is liable to warp when exposed to
+heat. The ivory must only be gummed at the top,
+for if gum were allowed to run under the face the
+flesh-tints would be darkened; the papers also
+must be gummed together at the top, and they
+should be somewhat larger than the ivory. It
+must be placed aside until dry pressed in a book
+with a piece of clean paper over it. Lay on the
+first flesh-tint evenly with a large brush, leaving
+the whites of the eyes untouched. Light red, or
+Venetian red, to which the slightest touch of
+yellow has been added, forms a good tint to work
+upon; for dark complexion a little more yellow
+will be requisite.</p>
+
+<p>When the right depth of colour in the lights
+of the face is properly secured, the shadows may
+be put in with a good-sized brush. It is a great
+mistake ever to use very small brushes when
+larger ones can be equally well employed. In
+every style of painting we should strive to work as
+far as possible in a broad manner, and large
+brushes help us to do this. So, too, we should
+whenever practicable lay on our colours in
+washes; if we begin with stippling our drawings
+they will be "niggling," and will be sure to look
+poor and "spotty." The shadows differ in shape
+and in colour on all faces, and to render these
+accurately is by no means an unimportant part of
+taking a likeness; the expression depends greatly
+upon the shadows, and we need to study nature
+closely if we would represent all the delicate
+gradations faithfully. As a shadow colour, cobalt,
+Venetian red, carmine or pink madder, and a
+suspicion of yellow, will make a good foundation;
+but the tint must be varied as occasion demands.
+Under the eyes, the shadows are blueish, whilst
+those under the eyebrows and nostrils are warm in
+tint; Indian red serves well for warming shadows.
+Beginners will very probably fear to lay in the
+shadows too strongly, but when they see the effect
+produced, they are likely to go to the opposite
+extreme and smear in the shadows heavily for the
+sake of giving character to the likeness. The
+happy medium is what we must strive to secure;
+we do not want our paintings to be weak, but
+neither do we want them "dirty" in tone. The
+shadows on the throat should be rather grey, but
+not so much so as to appear livid and unnatural;
+here light red and cobalt will predominate. On
+the neck they will be of a soft blue tone. They
+must all be clearly washed in without reaching too
+far into the lights, as lights and shadows must
+subsequently be softened into each other with
+the lovely demi-tints that afford the pearl-like
+appearance of the natural clear complexion. These
+half tints are formed of cobalt and light red, or of
+French ultra and carmine; pink madder may
+take the place of carmine if preferred, for though
+not so brilliant it is more lasting. A fair child's
+complexion will require more vermilion and less
+carmine than that of an adult. To keep the form
+of the lips true to nature is another point that
+demands our strictest attention. Blue eyes are
+put in with cobalt, toned with shadow colour;
+grey, with a mixture of blue and red. There are
+many varieties of shade in brown eyes, and you
+must find out by experiment what is best to use
+for them, as you may have, at one time or another,
+to depict hazel, chestnut, and deep brown eyes that
+are called black. You will find burnt terra sienna
+and shadow colour useful, and in the case of the
+darkest brown shade, the employment of lake and
+sepia will be necessary. The pupil is put in with
+sepia.</p>
+
+<p>On no account must black be used in painting
+the eyes. Now we come to the eyebrows
+and eyelashes. These are of the same colour
+as the hair, but usually darker in tint. Do not
+try to make out the separate hairs, or hardness,
+which is very undesirable, will ensue. Sometimes
+in finishing the eyelashes you will improve them
+with a few fine strokes after the wash of colour is
+laid on. The hair must be painted broadly in
+large masses, and its natural fall on the forehead,
+its tendency to curl or wave, must be truly
+rendered. For black hair use neutral tint, and a
+little indigo for the lights; for the local colour,
+indigo, lake, and gamboge. For brown hair, sepia,
+but should it be very dark add a little lake. Burnt
+umber will give a beautiful chestnut brown if mixed
+with lake modified with sepia. No part of a
+miniature should be finished off until all the rest
+is close to completion; for one colour affects
+another considerably when they are placed side
+by side, and so it is impossible to judge of the
+strength of a tint until all its surroundings are
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332"></a>[Pg 332]</span>
+
+brought near to an equal state of finish. Select a
+colour for the drapery that will suit the complexion
+and hair; one that will heighten the effect of each,
+and produce a pleasing harmony. Nothing is
+more charming than white for a young girl, who
+possesses a fair complexion; the ivory itself forms
+a soft creamy white ground that needs only the
+shadows and reflections to be thrown in, and a
+little Chinese white is employed for the lights. If
+the dress is coloured you should manage to introduce
+some white lace around the throat. Black
+velvet is also extremely becoming; the lights are
+put in with Chinese white.</p>
+
+<p>Brilliant colours for draperies should always
+be avoided, as there is so little space in a
+miniature to be given to the accessories that they
+must be kept low in tone if they are to be subordinate
+to the likeness. A small quantity of gum
+is required in the background, and in the draperies
+just a drop is mixed in with the colours for finishing
+off the dress. The harmony of the whole
+will depend greatly on the tint chosen for the
+background. It may be as dark as you like, only
+you must not let it be heavy. A neutral tint of
+grey or brown is easy for a beginner to manage,
+and a warm red-brown is admirable for the
+purpose. A soft blue sky with fleecy-white clouds
+makes the best background for a fair girl in a
+white dress. Wash in the background colour to
+the desired strength, then stipple it to get it smooth.</p>
+
+<p>With a few general remarks I must end these
+suggestions. "Stippling" is the filling in with a
+small brush, but not too fine, of any spaces left
+when the colour is washed in. The polished
+surface of the ivory will not take the wash as paper
+does, and it requires a great deal of working up
+before it appears level and smooth. Any touches
+may be put in with a trifle of gum added to the
+colour. You will use sepia for the dark touches
+on the eyebrows and eyelashes, carmine and sepia
+for those about the mouth and nostrils. The spot
+of white in the eye must not be forgotten. The
+lights are always left, not taken out afterwards.
+Any hairs that may be found on the ivory after a
+tint is washed in must be removed with a needle
+or the extreme point of a clean brush. Lay in your
+colours with decision, and always try as far
+as you possibly can to work in a broad free style.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="Faithful_To_Her_Trust" id="Faithful_To_Her_Trust"></a>FAITHFUL TO HER TRUST.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap039"><span class="dropcap">F</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">ar</span>
+away in the mountains of Westmoreland
+there is a lonely ravine
+called Far Easedale, and here was
+once a cottage called Blentarn Ghyll,
+where a man named Green once lived
+with his wife and six children.</p>
+
+<p>One day George Green and his
+wife went to a sale of furniture at Grasmere.
+Before starting they spoke kindly
+to their eldest girl Agnes, who was then only nine
+years old, and begged her to take special care
+of all her little brothers and sisters.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall be home to-night, dear," said Mrs.
+Green, "but you'll be a little mother to them whilst
+we are away, won't you?"</p>
+
+<p>Agnes promised gaily, thinking it would be rather
+fun to be left in charge.</p>
+
+<p>All went well till towards evening, when a terrible
+snow-storm came on. The white flakes fell so fast
+that the door was blocked up; worse than this, the
+snow made its way through the windows.</p>
+
+<p>Having put the baby to bed, Agnes and the other
+children sat up till midnight, hoping that their
+parents would come, but not a sound was heard, as
+the snow fell silently thicker and thicker.</p>
+
+<p>In the morning the snow had stopped falling, but
+it lay so deep that Agnes dared not venture out.</p>
+
+<p>The children were miserable, and Agnes, child
+as she was herself, forgot her own trouble in trying
+to cheer and comfort them. Then she boiled what
+milk there was in the house, to prevent its turning
+sour, and made some porridge for breakfast, eating
+very little herself, for she feared the little stock
+of meal might fail.</p>
+
+<p>After breakfast she asked her two brothers to
+help her cut a way from the door to the shed where
+the peat was kept, and they carried in as much as
+they could. Then they closed the door till night
+came and they forgot their troubles in sleep.</p>
+
+<p>The next day a strong wind had blown away so
+much snow that Agnes determined to try to find
+her way to Grasmere. It was a difficult task, for
+there were brooks to cross; but the brave girl was
+urged on by the memory of the little ones she had
+left behind, and made her way there.</p>
+
+<p>Here she found that her father and mother had
+started for home on the first night. As they had
+not since been heard of, she had little doubt that
+they must have fallen into some hole or brook and
+have perished in the snow.</p>
+
+<p>Still faithful to her trust, the poor child returned
+to the cottage, where she carefully watched over
+her brothers and sisters, until kind friends found
+new homes for the little orphans.</p>
+
+<p class="right">E. M. W.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333"></a>[Pg 333]</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="A_Morning_Visit" id="A_Morning_Visit"></a>A MORNING VISIT.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/i042.jpg" width="451" height="600" alt="Illustration: AND AT LAST NURSE SAYS I MAY CARRY UP HER MORNING TEA." title="Illustration: AND AT LAST NURSE SAYS I MAY CARRY UP HER MORNING TEA." />
+<span class="smcap">"and at last nurse says i may carry up her morning tea."</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap043"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">arling</span>
+mother! not to see her<br />
+<span class="two">For a whole week and a day!<br /></span>
+It was hard; but she is better,<br />
+<span class="two">And at last nurse says I may<br /></span>
+Carry up her morning tea.<br />
+<br />
+Only one wee, tiny minute<br />
+<span class="two">Must I wait to kiss her cheek,<br /></span>
+And to whisper how I missed her<br />
+<span class="two">Every day this long, long week,<br /></span>
+And to ask if she missed me.<br />
+<br />
+Often, while they thought me sleeping,<br />
+<span class="two">Did I lie an hour and more,<br /></span>
+Crying&mdash;when the house was quiet&mdash;<br />
+<span class="two">Softly at her bedroom door,<br /></span>
+Where she could not hear nor see.<br />
+<br />
+Oh, it was so dull without her!<br />
+<span class="two">Every one was grave and sad;<br /></span>
+But I think, now she is better,<br />
+<span class="two">Even the little birds look glad<br /></span>
+As they hop from tree to tree.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Maggie Macdonald.</span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334"></a>[Pg 334]</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="Going_To_Sea_In_A_Cage" id="Going_To_Sea_In_A_Cage"></a>GOING TO SEA IN A CAGE.</h2>
+
+<h4>AN OLD SAILOR'S STORY.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap046"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">ye,</span>
+aye, sir! I've seen a good
+many queer things in my time,
+sure enough; but the queerest
+thing I ever saw was a bit of
+work aboard the old <i>Mermaid</i>,
+when we were homeward bound
+from Hong Kong and Singapore.
+Would you like to hear the
+story? Well, then, if you'll just
+come to an anchor for a minute or two on this coil
+of rope, I'll tell you all about it.</p>
+
+<p>The very first day out from Hong Kong I took
+notice of one young lady, who was lying on a kind
+of basket-work sofa, on the sunny side of the poop-deck.
+She had the sweetest face I ever saw, but it
+went to my heart to see how thin and pale she
+looked. And well she might, poor thing! for it
+seems she had something wrong with her back, so
+as she couldn't walk or stand up, or anything;
+and she was going to England to see some great
+doctor or other, and try if <i>he</i> could cure her.</p>
+
+<p>All the passengers were very good to her, I will
+say <i>that</i> for 'em; and as for us blue-jackets, every
+man Jack of us would have jumped overboard only
+to please her, when once we knew how it was.
+But she was too weak to talk or read much, and
+the chief thing she had to amuse her was a little grey
+Java sparrow, which she had with her in a cage.
+Whenever she came on deck, the bird's cage was
+brought up too, and put close beside her; and it
+was Bob Wilkins, the pantry-boy, who always had
+the carrying of it.</p>
+
+<p>It was a pretty little thing that bird was, and
+as sensible as any man; fact, it was a deal more
+sensible than many men that <i>I</i>'ve met. When
+she had a headache (and terrible headaches
+she used to have, poor lass) that bird would be
+as quiet as a mouse. But when she was well
+enough to stand it, she'd have the cage brought to
+her, and open it with her own hands, and out the
+little fellow would pop, and flutter on to her
+shoulder, and eat out of her hand, just as natural
+as could be. And then she used to stroke its
+feathers with her poor thin fingers and smile such
+a strange, sad kind of smile, that many a time
+I've had to go away in a hurry for fear I should
+cry outright; and I can tell you I wasn't the only
+one, neither.</p>
+
+<p>But fond as we all were of that bird, there was
+somebody else that was fonder still, and that was
+the captain's big tortoise-shell cat: and to see
+the way it kept its eye on that Java sparrow, and
+watched for a chance to get hold of it! you never
+saw the like.</p>
+
+<p>Well, the captain was a kind man, and didn't
+want to hurt the poor cat, specially as it was a
+great pet of his wife's; so he tied it up to keep
+it out of mischief. But of course it took and
+squalled all night, till nobody could sleep a wink
+for the noise, and he had to let it loose again. So
+then he says to me&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Thompson," says he, "just keep your eye on
+that cat, and if it ever comes on to the poop-deck,
+drive it off again."</p>
+
+<p>"Aye, aye, sir," says I, and I kept a bright lookout,
+sure enough. But one day that cat <i>was</i> too
+sharp for me, after all.</p>
+
+<p>It was getting towards afternoon, on our second
+day from Port Said, and Miss Ashton was lying on
+her couch on the poop-deck, with her bird's cage
+hanging from one of the lashings of the awning,
+close beside her. I'd just been down to fetch our
+third officer's telescope; and as I came up again,
+something brushed past me. I saw the cat spring
+up at the cage, the cord snapped, and down went
+bird, cage, cat, and all, slap-dash into the sea!</p>
+
+<p>The next moment there came a big splash, and
+there was our pantry-boy, Bob Wilkins (the one
+that used always to carry the cage up on deck, you
+know), overboard after 'em. And as if that wasn't
+enough, Bill Harris the carpenter (who was a
+special chum of Bob's, and happened to be standing
+by at the time) catches hold of a life-buoy, and
+overboard <i>he</i> goes too. So there they all were,
+the cat after the bird, Bob after the cat, and Bill
+Harris after Bob.</p>
+
+<p>"Man overboard!" sang out half a dozen of us.</p>
+
+<p>"Stop her!" cried the first officer. "Stand by
+to lower the boat! Cast off the gripes! let go the
+davit-tackle!"</p>
+
+<p>You should have seen how quick that boat was
+lowered, and how the men made her fly along!
+When we picked 'em up, (though they were a long
+way astern by this time) Bill was clinging to the
+life-buoy, and Bob had got hold of it with one
+hand and the cage with the other. The bird was
+fluttering about and looking precious scared, as
+if he didn't like going to sea in a cage; and the
+cat was sitting on Bill's shoulder, and holding
+on with every claw he had. The passengers sent
+round the hat for Bob Wilkins, and a pretty
+deal of money they got; but I can promise you
+he thought more of the thanks Miss Ashton gave
+him for the job than of all the money twice over.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335"></a>[Pg 335]</span></p>
+
+<p>But I was just going to leave out the best part
+of the whole story. They say it's "an ill wind that
+blows nobody good," and so it came out that time,
+sure enough. When the young lady saw Bob jump
+overboard, and thought he was going to be drowned
+in trying to save her bird, it gave her such a
+fright, that <i>she</i>, who couldn't even sit up without
+help, jumped right up on her feet and looked over
+the side after him! Well, sir, from that day
+forth, to the end of her voyage, she was always
+better able to move than before; and the great
+London doctor who cured her afterward (for she
+was cured at last) said that "nervous shock," as
+he called it, had been the saving of her, and that
+he'd had just such another case already. Now,
+that's as true as I sit here; and if you don't
+believe it, here comes Bob Wilkins, and you can
+ask him.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">David Ker.</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="Little_Margarets_Kitchen" id="Little_Margarets_Kitchen"></a>LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.&mdash;XII.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Phillis Browne</span>, <i>Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls Can Do," &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap051"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><span class="smcap">any</span>
+were the consultations which
+Margaret and Mary held together
+trying to decide what was to be
+made at the last Cookery lesson.
+The last lesson! something
+wonderful must be accomplished;
+but what was it to be?&mdash;that was
+the question. Margaret felt as
+if she should like to take advice on the subject.</p>
+
+<p>"What should you make if you were going to
+cook something, and were allowed to choose for
+yourself?" she asked her friend, Rosy Williams.</p>
+
+<p>"I should make some toffee," said Rosy.</p>
+
+<p>Toffee! Margaret had never thought of it, but
+of course it was the very thing. She had been
+picturing to herself roasts and broils, and stews
+and soups, but toffee was worth everything of the
+sort put together. If only Mary would agree.</p>
+
+<p>Mary was like Rosy, however: she decided
+instantly.</p>
+
+<p>"And, as it must surely be very easy, why should
+we not try to make it by ourselves, without
+mother?" said Margaret.  "We might get to
+know how, and then do it without any help at all."</p>
+
+<p>"Of course you might," said Rosy. "After all
+the lessons in cookery you have had, I should think
+you could make a little toffee. Toffee is so easy
+to do. If you think I could help, I should be very
+glad to come: if Mrs. Herbert would let me."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you!" said Margaret; "you are kind."</p>
+
+<p>"My brother Tom could come too," continued
+Rosy. "Tom is very clever at making toffee; he
+is quite accustomed to it. Whenever cook goes
+out for a holiday Tom makes toffee."</p>
+
+<p>So Margaret asked her mother to consent. At
+first Mrs. Herbert looked rather doubtful; then she
+glanced at the eager little faces looking up at her,
+and she smiled. The children at once clapped their
+hands. They knew what the smile meant.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dears, I think you may do as you wish.
+Only promise that you will be careful not to burn
+yourselves. There is one thing in our favour:
+toffee is best made over a slow fire, so there will
+be less danger. You can make your toffee this
+afternoon if you wish, and I will tell cook to put
+everything ready for you."</p>
+
+<p>Punctually at the time appointed Rosy and her
+obliging brother Tom appeared, and all the
+children went off to the kitchen, Tom taking the
+place of master of the ceremonies.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall want a simple brass pan," he said.
+"Yes, that is just the kind," he added, as cook
+handed to him a small saucepan, which was so bright
+inside that it shone like gold. "Now we must weigh
+out a quarter of a pound of butter, let that melt, then
+put in half a pound of raw sugar and half a pound
+of treacle. We stir this over the fire, and when it
+has boiled a little we add two table-spoonfuls of
+vinegar, and keep on boiling till it is ready."</p>
+
+<p>"That is very easy," said Mary. "Shall I weigh
+the butter?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Tom. "You weigh the butter, I
+will weigh the sugar, Rosy the treacle, and Margaret
+measure the vinegar. It is such an advantage
+to have so many helpers; we get the work
+done so quickly. There is a proverb which says
+'Many hands make light work.' It is quite true."</p>
+
+<p>"How clever your brother is, Rosy!" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Please, had we better not divide the work,
+then?" said Mary, "and take it in turns to stir?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, we will stir by the clock: six minutes
+each."</p>
+
+<p>"Who is to begin?"</p>
+
+<p>"Shall I begin, as I understand how to do it?
+Then Margaret can follow, then Mary, then Rosy."</p>
+
+<p>"But how shall we know when it is boiled
+enough?" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"That is just what I was going to tell you. We
+cannot say exactly how long it has to boil, but we
+must try it. When a little of the toffee which has
+been dropped into a cup of cold water makes a
+crackling sound, or breaks clean between the teeth
+without sticking to them, the toffee is done."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336"></a>[Pg 336]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/i053.jpg" width="451" height="600" alt="Illustration: MEASURING THE BABIES." title="Illustration: MEASURING THE BABIES." />
+<span class="smcap">measuring the babies.</span> (<i>See</i> <a href="#Page_337"><i>p</i>. 337</a>.)
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337"></a>[Pg 337]</span></p>
+
+<p>"Which of us is to try whether it is done,
+though?" said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"As we are all going to make the toffee, I should
+say we had better all try it. We can have four
+cups of water and four spoons, can't we, Margaret?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes!" replied Margaret. "Will you fetch
+them please, Mary?"</p>
+
+<p>Mary went off as requested, but she was away
+so long that Tom and Margaret had finished
+stirring, and they were ready for her to take the
+spoon when she returned, looking hot and excited,
+but bearing the four cups of water and four spoons
+on a tray.</p>
+
+<p>"Aunt Bridget wouldn't let me have four cups at
+first," she remarked on entering: "she said it was
+too many; but I got them at last."</p>
+
+<p>"That's right," said Tom. "Shall we try if the
+toffee is nearly ready?"</p>
+
+<p>"We had better not try too soon, because if four
+of us taste very often, we shall eat so much before
+it is ready that there will be very little to divide
+after it is ready."</p>
+
+<p>"Quite true," said Tom; while Mary stirred
+enthusiastically until her six minutes were gone.</p>
+
+<p>"Now for my turn," said Rosy.</p>
+
+<p>"I think we had better try whether it is done
+enough yet," said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"Tom, how unkind you are!" said Rosy. "Everybody
+has stirred but me, and just as my turn has
+come you want to try it. Besides, how can I try
+it when I am stirring?"</p>
+
+<p>"Very well, we will wait," said Tom good-naturedly.
+"Don't cry, Rosy;" and Rosy's face
+brightened, while all the children watched the
+spoon as it went round and round, while the toffee
+gradually became darker and darker in colour, and
+an odour more strong than agreeable filled the
+kitchen.</p>
+
+<p>At length the hand of the clock reached the
+point which marked Rosy's six minutes. All four
+cups were brought forward, all four spoons were
+dipped into the foaming liquid, and then emptied
+into the water. The toffee fell to the bottom in a
+dark cake, which hardened almost instantly, and
+which, when broken between the teeth, snapped
+without sticking at all, and tasted&mdash;ugh!</p>
+
+<p>At this moment Mrs. Herbert appeared.</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid you are letting the toffee burn,"
+she said; "we can smell it all over the house."</p>
+
+<p>"It is rather burnt," said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"It does not taste so badly, though," said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Very likely we shall not taste the burnt part so
+much when it is cool," said Rosy.</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid you will have to throw the toffee
+away, my dears. It is sadly burnt."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no, no!" said all the children at once.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought we should have done better as there
+were four of us," said Margaret.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps, after all, it is not an advantage to have
+so many helpers," said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"At any rate," said Mrs. Herbert; "you will
+have proved the truth of the proverb, 'Too many
+cooks spoil the broth'&mdash;I mean the toffee. And
+after all, in cookery, as in other things, nothing
+teaches like failure which is made the most of."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind, Mary," whispered Margaret, as
+the burnt toffee was carried off to cool. "We
+have made a good many excellent dishes when we
+two were the only cooks, and mother was the
+teacher; we will try toffee again another day, when
+we are by ourselves."</p>
+
+<p>On that occasion I think we may perhaps venture
+to predict that the toffee will be a greater success.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="The_Rival_Mothers" id="The_Rival_Mothers"></a>THE RIVAL MOTHERS.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 75px; height: 116px;">
+<img src="images/i057.jpg" width="75" height="116" alt="S" title="S" /></div>
+
+<p><br /><span class="smcap">aid</span> Mistress Bear to Mistress Fox,<br />
+<span class="two">"Your girl is very small."</span><br />
+Quoth Mistress Fox, "It is not so;<br />
+<span class="two">Your boy is not so tall."</span><br />
+<br />
+"My boy is tall and sturdy too,"<br />
+<span class="two">Cried Mistress Bear with ire;</span><br />
+"And he's a handsome little lad,<br />
+<span class="two">The image of his sire."</span><br />
+<br />
+"His sire! Ha, ha! why, all the world<br />
+<span class="two">Says, 'Ugly as a bear.'"</span><br />
+The very trees with laughter shook,<br />
+<span class="two">As thus they wrangled there.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Ho, ho! dear ladies, what's the fuss?"<br />
+<span class="two">Two waggish bears stray'd by.</span><br />
+The gentle mothers told their tale,<br />
+<span class="two">A tear-drop in each eye.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Call here the foxes," and they came.<br />
+<span class="two">One was an ancient sage.</span><br />
+"Now place the young folk back to back,<br />
+<span class="two">And simply state their age."</span><br />
+<br />
+The dames obey'd, the infants laugh'd;<br />
+<span class="two">Spoke he, Reynard so wise,</span><br />
+"'Tis useless; size and beauty lie<br />
+<span class="two">In love's fond, partial eyes."</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338"></a>[Pg 338]</span></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="Our_Sunday_Afternoons" id="Our_Sunday_Afternoons"></a>OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h2>
+
+<h4>SAVED BY A DREAM.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap060"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span>
+sun shone brightly down
+upon the pretty village
+of Bethlehem, as, from
+the top of the hill on
+which it stood, it overlooked
+the smiling fields
+below. And how peaceful
+all looked, carrying
+one's thoughts back to
+the old times, when the
+loving and gentle Ruth,
+who had come with her
+bereaved mother-in-law,
+to cast in her lot with the people of God, went
+after the gleaners in the fields of Boaz, and humbly
+picked up the ears of corn, that were so considerately
+dropped for her! How greatly she was afterwards
+blessed, and what an abundant reward was hers!</p>
+
+<p>There in that very neighbourhood her great-grandson
+David quietly tended his sheep, and, in
+sweetest strains, lifted up his voice, in love and
+gratitude, to the Great Shepherd in the heavens.
+What a peaceful life he led amongst his beloved
+flock! And how his careful tending of his sheep
+prepared him for that higher care which he was to
+take of God's chosen people! And how, ages
+afterwards, when some other peaceful shepherds
+were watching over their flocks by night, a wondrous
+light shone round about them, and a bright
+angel told them the good tidings of great joy which
+should be to all people! How to their astonished
+gaze, there suddenly appeared a whole host of
+beauteous beings, praising God for His love and
+mercy to mankind, and filling the whole expanse
+of heaven with melody sweeter than the sweetest
+ever before heard upon earth!</p>
+
+<p>How, too, only one mile from where the shepherds
+lay, a happy mother gazed long and tenderly
+on the face of her newly-born child, who was to be
+called "The Son of the Highest," who was to take
+away the sins of the world, and have given to Him
+the throne of His father David! And those Wise
+Men, too, that had come from the far East&mdash;how
+they rejoiced when they saw the bright star that
+had guided them to the land of the Jews re-appear
+and twinkle over the lowly place where the
+heavenly Babe lay! What praise and thanksgiving
+went up from their grateful hearts, as they
+looked upon the child-face that they had travelled
+day and night to see!</p>
+
+<p>Truly, it seemed as if, since the days of the fair
+and virtuous Ruth, the blessing of God had rested
+upon that peaceful village, that had come to be
+called "the city of David," and as if no sorrow
+was ever to visit its soft green fields.</p>
+
+<p>But, as if to draw our thoughts upwards, there
+is no spot on earth to which, at some time or other,
+sorrow does not come; and the hitherto peaceful
+Bethlehem was to have its full share.</p>
+
+<p>A wicked king sat on the throne of Judća, whom
+nobody loved and many abhorred. He was an old
+man, and terribly afflicted; and his temper,
+which was always ferocious, had become more
+dreadful than that of the wildest lion that had ever
+rushed up from the swelling of the Jordan.</p>
+
+<p>His father, Antipater, was an Idumćan, and a
+servitor in the temple of Apollo at Ascalon, whilst
+his mother, Cypros, was an Arabian. He, therefore,
+belonged to the despised Ishmaelites and
+the hated Edomites; and the Jews were by no
+means inclined to look favourably upon him. To
+please them he professed to follow their religion,
+but he was not a Jew at heart. He trampled upon
+their feelings and prejudices, and leaned to the
+side of the Romans; and they, therefore, mistrusted
+him, and longed for the time when they
+should be freed from his misrule.</p>
+
+<p>He had rebuilt their temple, and made it the
+most noble and magnificent building on the face
+of the earth; and they gloried in seeing its white
+marble pinnacles and golden roof glittering in the
+sunshine. For nine years he had constantly employed
+18,000 men in its re-erection, and for upwards
+of thirty years more he had kept adding to
+its embellishments, till for grandeur and costliness
+it stood unrivalled. But when it was completed he
+set up over its chief gate the golden eagle of the
+Romans, and at the sight of that abhorred ensign
+all their gratitude fled, giving place to bitter resentment.</p>
+
+<p>He married Jewish women, which was a compliment
+to their race; but his unjust and cruel
+treatment of them roused up all their worst
+feelings, and made them regard him for ever as an
+enemy.</p>
+
+<p>The beautiful and virtuous Mariamne, who
+belonged to the Maccabees, the noblest of their
+families, he, in a cruel fit of jealousy, ordered to be
+put to death. Her brother, the youthful Aristobulus,
+who was High-priest, he caused to be
+drowned before his eyes in pretended sport. Her
+grandfather, the aged Hyrcanus, who had once
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339"></a>[Pg 339]</span>
+
+saved the life of Herod, when threatened by the
+Sanhedrin, he sent tottering to his death. Her
+mother, Alexandra, fell a victim to his frenzy, and
+her two sons,&mdash;Alexander and Aristobulus, when
+they were grown up, and had wives and children
+dependent upon them, he ordered to be strangled
+in prison, the chief crime of all these being, that
+they were justly esteemed and beloved by the Jews.</p>
+
+<p>No wonder that his subjects liked him not, and
+that he sat uneasily upon his throne! No wonder
+that when the Wise Men came from the east to
+Jerusalem, saying, "Where is he that is born king
+of the Jews?" he trembled, for he knew well that
+should another aspirant to the crown appear, the
+Jews would only be too ready to take his part.</p>
+
+<p>Insecure as he felt himself to be, he determined
+on finding out who this new king was, and taking
+immediate steps for ridding himself of him. So
+under pretence of desiring to do honour to the
+young child, he directed the Wise Men to make
+diligent search for the infant king, and then tell
+him where He was; that he also might go and
+worship Him. But in his heart he was anxious
+to know where the Baby-king was only that he
+might send some secret assassin to take His life.
+He had done darker and more difficult deeds than
+that, and had put safely out of his path far more
+formidable enemies than a helpless babe. The
+Wise Men would soon come back, as they had
+promised, and then in less than a day the dreaded
+Child would have ceased to live, he would be able
+to breathe freely again, and unpopular as he was,
+he would still retain his crown.</p>
+
+<p>But the Magi did not return. Overwhelmed
+with joy at having at last found the wondrous Babe,
+to which the strange star had guided them, they
+lay down to rest, intending, in the early morning,
+to set out again for Jerusalem. But the great
+Father above, who knew all the dark secrets of
+Herod's heart, warned them in a dream not to go
+back to him; and they returned to their own
+country by another way.</p>
+
+<p>Herod waited and watched in his palace for the
+return of the Magi; and his secret executioner was
+at hand, ready to set out for Bethlehem at any moment.
+And when he found that they had discovered
+his hypocrisy and wicked intentions, and
+that his infamous design was thwarted, his rage
+knew no bounds; and he vowed to himself that the
+Child-King should not escape him, and that he
+would be fully avenged.</p>
+
+<p>From the information received from the Wise
+Men, he concluded that it was within two years that
+the mysterious guiding star had first appeared. And
+a dark and terrible thought came into his wicked
+heart. If he could not tell which of the many
+babes in Bethlehem was the long-expected
+Messiah of the Jews, the great King, whose advent
+had been revealed in the far east by a bright orb
+of heaven, then he would kill all the little ones
+that were two years old and under; and the One
+that he feared would be sure to be slain amongst
+them.</p>
+
+<p>To do the dark deed he hastily despatched some
+of his soldiers; and soon the peaceful pasture
+lands of Bethlehem, which had so lately resounded
+with the glad songs of angels with shining wings,
+rang with shrieks of frantic mothers. For the
+soldiers of the cruel king entered house after house,
+and snatching the innocent babes from their
+mothers' arms, ran them through with their glittering
+swords; and the bodies of the pretty little
+things that, but a few moments ago, were looking
+up with happy smiles into the loving faces that
+bent tenderly over them, were cruelly thrown on the
+ground, their red blood streaming along the floors.</p>
+
+<p>Out of house after house the bereaved mothers,
+wild with grief, rushed into the streets, uttering
+piercing cries, smiting their breasts, throwing up
+their arms towards heaven, and calling down upon
+the committer of the atrocious crime the just vengeance
+of Him who hears the oppressed.</p>
+
+<p>Never before had the quiet village sent up such
+cries of despair, or witnessed so cruel a scene!
+Who could look unmoved upon the poor mothers
+running frantically about the narrow streets, with
+wild tearless eyes, dishevelled hair, and, on their
+blanched faces, looks of terror, that told of the
+terrible blow that had been struck at their hearts'
+inmost core? Oh, it was terrible! Yet the ruthless
+king cared not. His hands were so deeply
+imbued with the noblest blood of Jerusalem, that
+the lives of a few tiny babes were nothing in his
+sight. While the broken-hearted mothers were
+wildly shrieking, he was rejoicing; assured that
+the one Child, whose life might perhaps have been
+something to him, was quieted for ever.</p>
+
+<p>But his wicked design was nevertheless baffled.
+The great God above, who had foreseen all, had
+watched over His own Son, and the Holy Child
+was being borne safely along towards Egypt&mdash;that
+land where so many of his countrymen had found
+refuge in times of persecution, distress, or famine.</p>
+
+<p>Probably the night before the massacre, whilst
+Joseph, the husband of Mary, was sleeping peacefully
+on his bed, a beautiful bright angel appeared
+to him in a dream, and warned him of the danger
+to which he was exposed at the hands of the
+troubled king.</p>
+
+<p>"Arise, and take the young child and His mother,"
+the heavenly visitant said to him, "and flee into
+Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340"></a>[Pg 340]</span>
+
+word; for Herod will seek the young child to destroy
+Him."</p>
+
+<p>The face of the angel was beaming with love,
+and he had been sent on an errand of mercy. But
+how his words thrilled through the just and tenderhearted
+Joseph! Destroy his darling babe, that
+holy child whom God had given to his good wife to
+nurse and bring up for Him! Kill the little One
+about whom such great things had been said; at
+whose birth a whole sky full of angels had sung
+for joy; and before whom the Wise Men, who
+had been guided from the distant east by God
+Himself, had bowed in humble adoration. Never.
+"Man proposes; but God disposes." Man may
+try to hinder the great, purpose of God, by attempting
+to take the life of the one whom He would
+raise up to accomplish it. But God can never be
+baffled. And not all the plans that a thousand
+Herods, wicked as the one that sat on the throne,
+could form, could bring His word to nought.</p>
+
+<p>Suddenly, Joseph awoke; and starting to his
+feet, thought over the dream. That it was sent
+from heaven he felt sure; and he must immediately
+obey it.</p>
+
+<p>He must rouse the mother; and under cover
+of the darkness, they must set out at once. By
+the time that the bright sun lighted up the
+horizon it might be too late; for, even then, the
+dread messengers of the cruel king might be on
+their way.</p>
+
+<p>Hastily he awoke Mary, telling her of the dream;
+and soon the God-fearing man was on the road to
+Egypt, with the loving mother and her precious
+child safe by his side.</p>
+
+<p>The dark curtain of night had not yet been
+lifted from the earth; but they went fearlessly
+along, trusting to the guidance of Him who had
+bidden them set out. And when the agonising
+shrieks of the mothers of Bethlehem rent the air
+and were re-echoed by the astonished hills, Joseph,
+with his precious charge, was far away. So, though
+the swords of Herod did a terrible work, they did
+not take that one life, to destroy which he had
+commanded the massacre.</p>
+
+<p>Still, Joseph and Mary journeyed along and
+along, till, at last, the great Pyramids came in view,
+and they reached the farthest bank of the river of
+Egypt, and were safe.</p>
+
+<p>There, it is said, they remained two years, living
+at Mataréëh, to the north-east of Cairo, till the
+angel of the Lord came again to Joseph, in a
+dream, to tell him of Herod's death, and bid him
+return to his own land.</p>
+
+<p>Then away they went, back again to the Holy
+Land, which was to be the scene of Jesus' ministry,
+thinking as they went, how "The steps of
+a good man are ordered by the Lord," and rejoicing
+that no plan formed against His people shall
+prosper.</p>
+
+<p>For even in their sleep He can warn them, by
+a dream, of the most secret machinations of their
+enemies.</p>
+
+<p class="right">H. D.</p>
+
+<h4>BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h4>
+
+<p>61. Which of the Psalms gives us a short history of
+Joseph?</p>
+
+<p>62. Where does St. Paul enumerate the several appearances
+of Christ after His resurrection?</p>
+
+<p>62. What restriction did Moses lay upon the Israelites
+with regard to their election of a king, on their settling in
+the land of Canaan?</p>
+
+<p>64. Where are we assured that the Almighty is not
+ashamed to be called the God of those who have had
+faith in Him?</p>
+
+<p>65. What women does St. Paul mention by name in
+his enumeration of people remarkable for faith?</p>
+
+<p>66. Where is it said that drowsiness shall clothe a man
+with rags?</p>
+
+<p>67. Where are we told that those who go into great
+passions shall suffer punishment?</p>
+
+<p>68. Which of the Apostles speak of Jesus as the
+Shepherd of His people?</p>
+
+<p>69. Which of the three Apostles who witnessed the
+Transfiguration afterwards refers to it in his writings?</p>
+
+<p>70. Where do we find it said that every word of God
+is pure?</p>
+
+<p>71. "Then shall come to pass that saying that is
+written, 'Death is swallowed up in victory.'" (1 Cor.
+xv. 54.) From which of the prophets does St. Paul
+quote these words?</p>
+
+<p>72. What king of a heathen nation did God call His
+shepherd?</p>
+
+<h4>ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (49-60.&mdash;<i>See p. 308</i>).</h4>
+
+<p>49. The Wise Men (St. Matt. ii. 1, 2).</p>
+
+<p>50. In Eccles. vii. 19, ix. 13-18; Prov. xxi. 22.</p>
+
+<p>51. Only St. Luke (St. Luke xxiii. 7).</p>
+
+<p>52. Solomon (Prov. xviii. 21).</p>
+
+<p>53. St. James (James iii. 2, 5).</p>
+
+<p>54. The Epistle of St. James iv. 4.</p>
+
+<p>55. In Rev. v. 9, 10.</p>
+
+<p>56. In Prov. xxi. 23, xiii. 3.</p>
+
+<p>57. On his rebuking Elymas the Sorcerer at Paphos
+(Acts xiii. 8-11).</p>
+
+<p>58. At Gibeon (2 Chron. i. 3-6).</p>
+
+<p>59. Of blue (Exod. xxviii. 36, 37).</p>
+
+<p>60. It is shown in the words, "It is finished" (St.
+John xix. 30).</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341"></a>[Pg 341]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Little_Bab_And_The_Story_Book" id="Little_Bab_And_The_Story_Book"></a>LITTLE BAB AND THE STORY-BOOK.</h2>
+
+<h4><i>By the Author of "Clare Linton's Friend," "Mr. Burke's Nieces," &amp;c.</i></h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap073"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><span class="smcap">ho</span>
+
+is this
+little girl, I
+wonder, comfortably
+seated,
+and with
+a great book
+before her,
+on which she
+looks with
+delight? Her
+hair is tidily
+brushed, and
+her nice white
+collar hangs
+over the edge of her dress. She is a sweet, pretty
+little girl, I think, and yet if I tell you the story of
+her day, and what had happened before she got that
+book, you will see that she is not so happy after
+all. Just hear what she was doing two or three
+hours before.</p>
+
+<p>She stood at the window with a little white nose
+flattened against the glass, and two big sorrowful,
+indignant eyes staring out at them, as the merry
+party left the house.  There was Uncle Jem,
+whom she <i>did</i> love, and
+whom she felt might have
+said a kind word for her;
+and Aunt Anastasia, who
+was that sort of a person
+that no one since she was
+born had ever thought of
+diminishing the five syllables
+by the use of any shorter
+name given in playfulness
+or love. No one, till that
+moment at least, had ever
+thought of calling her anything
+but Anastasia; but at
+that moment naughty Bab,
+with her little flattened
+nose and big mournful eyes,
+broke the spell by calling
+out, "Anasta-sia, indeed!
+Aunt Nasty, I think!"</p>
+
+<p>Then there was her
+Cousin Robert, whom poor
+Bab honestly believed to
+be a much naughtier boy
+than she was a girl, and
+yet who generally managed
+to keep out of scrapes;
+and Selina, demure and
+well-mannered, but whom Bab's unruly, affectionate
+little heart had never been able to
+love; she was followed by Miss Strictham, the
+governess. And then there was Mr. Beresford,
+the kind, good-natured friend who was staying in
+the house; and Bab, just for a minute, felt that
+she would rather have died than that he should
+know she was in disgrace.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/i074.jpg" width="350" height="332" alt="Illustration: HOLDING HER DRESS UP" title="Illustration: HOLDING HER DRESS UP" />
+<span class="smcap">"holding her dress up"</span> (<a href="#Page_344"><i>p</i>. 344</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p>She watched them all go off under the bright
+blue sky, and then she turned round, and with
+her back to the window, faced the rather dingy,
+dull-looking schoolroom, and burst into a loud
+roar.</p>
+
+<p>For Bab was only seven years old, and had not
+yet lost the first intensity of crying with which
+power every baby is born. She roared for two
+or three minutes, plenty of tears coming with the
+roar, after which she felt a good deal better.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm such a little thing to be punished," she
+said to herself. "I don't think they ought to
+punish such a little thing as I am. I <i>must</i> be
+young when people live to be as old as grandpapa,
+with wrinkles over every scrap of his face, till
+it looks just like no face at all, only wrinkles."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342"></a>[Pg 342]</span></p>
+
+<p>Then Bab examined her little round, rosy,
+pleasant face in a mirror over the fireplace.</p>
+
+<p>"Not a single wrinkle," said she. "I must be
+<i>very</i> young; but if they punish me this way, I
+shall <i>get</i> wrinkles. I'm sure I shall, because I'm
+so <i>miserable</i>!"</p>
+
+<p>I am afraid poor Bab often deserved to be
+punished. She was idle at her lessons and extremely
+saucy, and she was a quaint little thing,
+so that sometimes she seemed to be impertinent
+when she really did not intend it, though I must
+own that at other times she <i>did</i> intend it as
+much as any other young lady seven years old
+possibly could. On the present occasion, when
+her governess scolded her for her idleness, she
+said she had not been idle, but had been making
+a charade; and then she began dancing about the
+schoolroom, and jumping on tables and chairs,
+and all the time shouting loudly, "Selina, guess&mdash;this
+is the charade&mdash;guess, Selina, guess! My
+first is what nobody should be, my second is what
+everybody should eat, and my whole is&mdash;oh,&mdash;Strict-ham,
+Strict-ham. Why don't you guess,
+Selina? Oh, why don't you?"</p>
+
+<p>Miss Strictham marched her off in dire disgrace.
+The picnickers would be absent four hours, and
+during that time Bab was not to quit the schoolroom.
+Maria, the housemaid, would bring her dinner, and
+nurse would look in on her now and then, but she
+was not to have the younger children with her. She
+was to be a solitary prisoner in solitary confinement,
+and she was on her parole. Her aunt made her
+promise not to leave the room, and having done so,
+was content, for, as she said to Uncle Jem in rather
+a complaining way, "It is a very odd thing that
+Bab never tells a falsehood or breaks her promise.
+Robert and Selina both do sometimes, and yet
+they are so much better children. Isn't it odd?"</p>
+
+<p>Having enjoyed a good roar, and feeling wonderfully
+refreshed thereby&mdash;for Bab was too proud to
+have shed a tear in Aunt Anastasia's and Miss
+Strictham's presence&mdash;the poor little thing got hold
+of her lesson-books and prepared to learn a
+French verb, some questions and answers in
+English history, and to do a sum in compound
+addition, and write a copy.</p>
+
+<p>"As if it mattered to such a little thing as I am
+whether King John was a good man or a bad one,
+or what sort of a thing Magna Charta was!" said
+she, reproachfully, to her book; "as if it mattered
+to <i>any</i>body, indeed, when it was such an extremely
+long time ago! Eleven hundred and ninety-nine
+he came to the throne; and who'd care if he had
+never been born or never come to the throne? And
+<i>we're</i> not barons, and <i>we've</i> not got Magna
+Charta; and it's all nothing at all, but a great pity
+it ever happened, for if it hadn't happened, poor
+little children living hundreds and hundreds of
+years afterwards would not be troubled about it.
+I call it rubbish!" and with the word rubbish she
+tossed the little book up, and down it came with
+a broken back.</p>
+
+<p>Bab picked it up and held it with one corner.
+When she saw the melancholy scrambling way
+in which the cover and the pages hung, she went
+off into irresistible shouts of laughter&mdash;for Bab's
+laugh was as loud and as hearty as her cry. Then
+she did her sums and wrote her copy, and after that
+Maria brought in her dinner.</p>
+
+<p>Bab clapped her hands for joy when she saw
+what the tray contained, and then she began her
+dinner.</p>
+
+<p>But now the lessons were over, the dinner was
+finished, and what was poor little Bab to do for the
+rest of the time?</p>
+
+<p>She went round the room, casting out first her
+right hand and then her left, touching thus in turn
+everything in the apartment, but there was nothing
+more interesting than a pen-wiper, a schoolroom
+inkstand, or a grammar, so she called out "No,
+no, no" to everything, and then all of a sudden
+down came her hand on a big book with scarlet
+and white binding, and she gave a loud scream, a
+pirouet, and then said "Yes!"</p>
+
+<p>Yes; I should think so. Why, it was Mr.
+Beresford's fairy book&mdash;the beautiful book he
+was showing them last night.</p>
+
+<p>Then she seized on the precious book, brought
+it over with quite a struggle to the school desk,
+opened it there, and with elbows on table and
+cheeks on hands, gave herself over to perfect
+enjoyment. And so it was that we saw Miss Bab
+when our story began, sitting before the great book
+enjoying herself.</p>
+
+<p>Such beautiful, lovely pictures went round every
+page, with a little verse set down right in the middle
+of the pictures. Fairies gorgeously coloured, all
+twining together or mixing themselves up with
+butterflies till you scarcely knew which was which,
+and not one bit of white paper to be seen through
+or mid the brilliant creatures&mdash;actually a wide border
+of fairies and butterflies, and nothing else, and the
+verse in the middle was also in illuminated letters.</p>
+
+<p>In her eagerness, hanging over the book to read
+it, Bab happened to lean on the end of a pen standing
+up in art inkstand. She was too much interested
+to know what it was, but it came spluttering
+out, and a little speck of ink splashed on the white
+paper beyond the border.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, oh!" cried excited Bab; "is it not like
+some little bad fairy running along to hurt <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note -- the original reads: them? without quotation marks">them?"</ins></p>
+
+<p>It was very hot, and Bab's eyes shut after she
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343"></a>[Pg 343]</span>
+
+had said that, and when she opened them again
+she forgot the bad fairy, she was so shocked to see
+the <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;spash&quot;">splash</ins> of ink on the paper. And then she felt
+the sun warmer and warmer, and she shut her
+eyes once more.</p>
+
+<p>"Look again," said a very little voice, but very
+sweet, oh, so sweet!</p>
+
+<p>So she did look again. She saw all the beautiful
+painted fairies and butterflies had risen up alive
+from the page, and were dancing and gliding round
+and round it, never passing off the border to the
+outside or the inside. It was a lovely sight to see,
+and little Bab laughed and clapped her hands.
+Then a very grand and proud-looking fairy slipped
+out of the dance, and stationed herself in front,
+where she could take a good look at Bab.</p>
+
+<p>"Little girl, why did you do that?" said the
+fairy, severely.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, what, please?" Bab was a brave child,
+but she did feel a little shaky and nohow just then.</p>
+
+<p>"Brought the bad fairy Blackamč to creep in
+among us and eat up our butterflies."</p>
+
+<p>And had Bab really the power to bring a fairy
+Blackamč over there when she thought it was only
+a splash of ink? And she looked with a sort of
+terror on the bad fairy Blackamč when she thought
+she had brought her, and could not send her away.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, fairy, fairy!" she cried, "do forgive me.
+But can that wretched little black splashy thing&mdash;for
+you really <i>can't</i> call it a splash&mdash;eat your butterflies
+when there are so many of you to fight for
+them, and they've got heaps and heaps of wings to
+fly away with?"</p>
+
+<p>"But how can we manage that?" replied the
+fairy, sharply, "when we are too timid to fight and
+the butterflies are too brave to fly away."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, that <i>is</i> inconvenient," sighed Bab; "but
+don't you think, since the butterflies are so brave&mdash;how
+I do like them for being so brave!&mdash;don't you
+think they might fight a little?"</p>
+
+<p>"Butterflies fight!" screamed the fairy. "Were
+butterflies ever seen to fight since the first
+butterfly? What will you say next? I think you
+are a very disagreeable little girl. First you bring
+down Blackamč, and then you want to set all our
+dear pretty butterflies fighting."</p>
+
+<p>"It was you who said they were so brave," murmured
+Bab, half penitent and half injured.</p>
+
+<p>"And pray, is there any reason why I should
+not be permitted to say that butterflies are brave?"
+asked the fairy, with a sort of deadly politeness.</p>
+
+<p>"And so much as I used to long to see a fairy!"
+sighed Bab to herself; "and now I really wish she
+would go away.</p>
+
+<p>"What are you prepared to do about Blackamč?&mdash;tell
+me," demanded the fairy, suddenly.</p>
+
+<p>She made Bab jump, but Bab did not mind that;
+she was a straightforward child, and liked to go
+direct at a thing. She reflected, and then she faced
+the difficulty she had got into bravely, and replied
+in a grave, resolute way, "Anything you wish."</p>
+
+<p>The fairy looked at her. "Why couldn't you say
+so before?" she said, very sharply. "It would have
+saved all this trouble."</p>
+
+<p>Again Bab felt that it was not fair&mdash;she thought
+the fairy was unfairer even than Selina; <i>but</i> she
+was a fairy, and besides that, Bab <i>had</i> brought
+Blackamč down upon them; so she said instantly,
+not meekly and humbly; for that was not her way&mdash;but
+in a resolute, hearty manner, that gave one
+confidence to see&mdash;"Just tell me, and I'll do it."</p>
+
+<p>"<i>I'll</i> tell you," said the fairy quite good-naturedly,
+"and <i>you'll</i> do it. That's quite fair. Well now,
+the thing to do is this: go out in the evening with a
+long pole, and knock up high into the branches of
+the trees, and glance up and down, holding your
+dress out, and singing:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'I'm the girl that brought him in,</span>
+<span class="i2">Blackamč! What a rout!</span>
+<span class="i0">Little birds that cannot sin.</span>
+<span class="i2">Drive the wretched fellow out,</span>
+<span class="i4">Blackamč;'</span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>And then you'll see&mdash;&mdash;" but what she was to see
+Bab never knew; something touched her, and then
+rushed with headlong sound through the window.
+The fairy was gone, and, stranger still, the bright
+beautiful book, with its butterflies and fairies, was
+gone too.</p>
+
+<p>She looked lazily round her, and, to her surprise,
+saw Selina standing at the other end of the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Why are you home so early?"</p>
+
+<p>"Home so early! It's half-past five, if you
+please. Why, you lazy little thing, you've been
+asleep all the time!"</p>
+
+<p>Bab looked at the clock on the mantel-piece, and
+saw it was a quarter to six. <i>How</i> quickly the time
+passes when you are with fairies! She knew she
+had not been asleep, because she knew she had had
+the visit from the fairy, and she was so anxious to
+know what would happen next. About seven
+o'clock she thought she might go out with a
+long pole to the tree; and she supposed the fairies
+had put the book somewhere, till the birds should
+come and drive Blackamč out of it, and she
+hoped very much Mr. Beresford would not miss
+his beautiful book till then, when it would be clear
+from the black splotch which she now knew was
+not Blackamč.</p>
+
+<p>"Where is Robert?" asked Miss Selina. "He
+dashed out of the carriage and through here,
+and he must have gone out by the window.
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344"></a>[Pg 344]</span>
+
+And you <i>must</i> have been asleep, or you would
+have heard him."</p>
+
+<p>Bab remembered the sound of the rush through
+the window, and she saw now a spill of ink just by
+the place where the book had been. But Robert
+could not have been there, because she was talking
+to the fairy at the very time, and she must have
+noticed him, and felt him greatly in the way.</p>
+
+<p>When it was past seven o'clock, Bab slipped away,
+and took Mr.
+Beresford's alpenstock
+out
+of the stand in
+the hall, and
+beat about
+the branches
+of the elms
+and horse-chestnuts,
+and
+danced and
+sang, holding
+her dress up,
+and did everything
+exactly
+as the fairy
+had told her to
+do, and as you
+will see her
+doing in the
+picture.</p>
+
+<div class="wrap_area">
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+
+<p>But she had
+not been dancing
+and singing
+(Bab often
+recalled the
+scene, when
+she was older,
+with pleasure)
+more than about
+twenty
+minutes before Aunt Anastasia put her head out
+of the window, and told her to come in.</p>
+
+<p>It was <i>much</i> pleasanter to be dancing for the
+fairies up and down, with outstretched frock, than
+to go into the house and find Blackamč still on the
+page, and have to confess she brought him there,
+and be in disgrace for it.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Beresford held out a kind hand to her, and
+drew her to his side.</p>
+
+<p>The book, when Mr. Beresford took it in his
+hands, naturally opened at the page where it had
+been lying open that morning so long, and there
+were all the fairies and butterflies lying flat and
+beautiful, and the verses in the middle of the
+page. But there, instead of Blackamč, were five or
+six Blackamčs perhaps, intertwining together like
+the fairies and the butterflies, but bearing to mortal
+eyes nothing but the appearance of a thick smudge
+of ink.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I didn't do that!" cried poor little Bab,
+and burst into tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Who did, then?" inquired Mr. Beresford,
+quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, I saw Robert with the book in the hall
+soon after we came home," cried Selina, on impulse.</p>
+
+<p>"Did you
+do it, Robert?"
+asked Mr.
+Beresford.</p>
+
+<p>"Why does
+she say she
+didn't do it,
+and begin to
+blubber?"
+cried Robert,
+politely designating
+Bab
+over his shoulder.
+"Wasn't
+she left at
+home? Who
+could do it
+but she?"</p>
+
+<p>"Because I
+<i>saw</i> you do
+it," replied Mr.
+Beresford, and Robert's white
+face became scarlet&mdash;the mean
+little fellow as he stood there before
+them, who had committed a
+fault, and then tried to lay the blame on a girl.
+"Bab was lying back in her chair fast asleep,
+and with bright smiles on her face, that showed
+that she was having happy dreams, when in you
+ran, jumped over desk, book, and all; threw a
+little of the ink across the page by a kick with
+your foot, then looking with dismay at your work,
+tucked the book under your arm, and jumped
+through the window with it."</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<p>Robert blubbered at this. "I wanted to take
+the ink out."</p>
+
+<p>"You have been a very bad boy," said his father.
+"You deserve a flogging, and shall have it. I am
+very much grieved about your book, Beresford."</p>
+
+<p>Robert almost screamed.</p>
+
+<p>"I think more of his laying the fault on this
+little girl," replied Mr. Beresford, his <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;head&quot;">hand</ins> among
+Bab's curls, "than of the book."</p>
+
+<p>Bab sidled up to him. He sat at the table
+looking so kindly at her, and she stood by him, her
+elbow on it, and with her pretty modest eyes fixed
+on him. "But it doesn't seem quite as if he did
+that, does it?" she asked; "he took the book
+away to make it well. If he had left it with me,
+<i>everybody</i> would have believed I did it, and he
+knew that quite well."</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344b" id="Page_344b"></a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 442px;">
+<img src="images/i082.jpg" width="442" height="600" alt="Illustration: A HELPING HAND." title="Illustration: A HELPING HAND." />
+<span class="smcap">a helping hand.</span> (<a href="#Page_345"><i>p</i>. 345</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345"></a>[Pg 345]</span></p>
+
+<p>"No, he had not laid a plot, but at the moment
+he put the blame on you."</p>
+
+<p>"That was because he is such a coward. Pray,
+he couldn't help it; he was too frightened. You
+were too frightened, weren't you, Robert? You <i>are</i>
+such a coward!" Bab said plainly.</p>
+
+<p>Robert, still crying, she made his excuses.</p>
+
+<p>"And I am very sorry. I'd quite forgotten; but
+I did it too."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Beresford smiled.</p>
+
+<p>"Did what, little Bab?"</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, perhaps you'll be angry, and I shall be so
+<i>very</i> sorry; but I must tell. I did it too."</p>
+
+<p>She sidled up a little nearer, and looked gently
+at him.</p>
+
+<p>"Did what too?"</p>
+
+<p>"I spurted a little&mdash;leetle ink by a spluttering
+pen, and it was a bad fairy called Blackamč; and
+another fairy was just telling me how to set it right,
+when Robert must have rushed in and did it all;
+but if I hadn't put the book <i>on</i> the desk <i>near</i> the
+ink, nothing would have happened, and Robert
+would be happy. Oh, please, Uncle Jem, don't
+flog Robert."</p>
+
+<p>"Very well; you are a good little thing, Bab.
+Go to bed this moment, sir; perhaps I may let you
+off, as your cousin is so kind."</p>
+
+<p>Robert left the room, and his father followed to at
+least give him a good scolding. Bab was left alone
+with Mr. Beresford. She stood near him, with a
+wistful expression about both her face and her figure.</p>
+
+<p>"Will it spoil the book? And it has all happened
+because I was naughty and couldn't be
+taken. I think they had better take me next time,
+Mr. Beresford, whatever I've done;" and a humorous
+look sparkled into Bab's eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"And the fairies came and talked to you? But do
+you know it was not really a fairy, Bab? You were
+fast asleep, for I saw you myself; you must have
+been dreaming."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh dear! And was not it a fairy? then it was
+just a common dance I had under the tree. But
+do you know I'm not quite sorry, for she was not
+half as nice as fairies are; and that was not really
+a Blackamč, was it? Well, I'm sorry I could
+call up a bad fairy, only I do wish I had really
+been dancing for birds."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish you were not so often in disgrace, little
+Bab."</p>
+
+<p>"So do I; but I don't <i>think</i> I shall be next year.
+Father and mother are coming home then from the
+Mauritius, and I shall be an own little girl again."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Beresford kissed Bab affectionately when she
+said that, but Bab did not know why he kissed her.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="A_Helping_Hand" id="A_Helping_Hand"></a>A HELPING HAND.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap086"><span class="dropcap">F</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">rank's</span>
+road to school leads over ways<br />
+<span class="two">Where yet no trains approach,</span><br />
+And past the Yellow Dragon Inn,<br />
+<span class="two">Where stops the Dirleton coach:</span><br />
+Here the old horses, Duke and Ned,<br />
+<span class="two">Are daily watered, changed, and fed.</span><br />
+<br />
+Frank knows them well, and one hot day,<br />
+<span class="two">As whistling home he sped,</span><br />
+He saw the patched old feeding-bag<br />
+<span class="two">That hung at Neddy's head</span><br />
+Fell too far down&mdash;Ned vainly tried<br />
+To reach the yellow corn inside.<br />
+<br />
+No one was near&mdash;Ned tossed his head,<br />
+<span class="two">And strove, but still in vain,</span><br />
+Hungry as any horse might be,<br />
+<span class="two">To seize the tempting grain;</span><br />
+Frank checked his headlong homeward course,<br />
+And then approached the wearied horse.<br />
+<br />
+With quick light hands he raised the bag,<br />
+<span class="two">And made the strappings tight;</span><br />
+Ned hid his nose among the corn,<br />
+<span class="two">And softly neighed delight.</span><br />
+For Frank it was sufficient prize<br />
+To read his thanks in Ned's bright eyes.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right smcap">Robert Richardson.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 246px;">
+<img src="images/i086.jpg" width="246" height="180" alt="Illustration" title="Illustration" />
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346"></a>[Pg 346]</span></p>
+
+<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> <span class="smcap">Henry Frith</span>.</h4>
+
+<h4>IV.&mdash;THE CONTINENTAL MAIL AND "TIDAL" TRAINS.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap089"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">e</span>
+have to travel in two important
+trains now, and within
+twenty-four hours will make
+two trips, the one by night,
+the other by day. Hitherto,
+we have been standing with
+our drivers in full daylight,
+looking at the pleasant country,
+and thinking of many
+historical events as we pass. Now we have to
+mount our engine at night, and go all the way to
+Dover without stopping.</p>
+
+<p>We will start from Cannon Street this time, at
+ten minutes past eight p.m. We could go at a
+quarter to eight or ten o'clock in the morning, but
+it will be quite a new experience for us to travel on
+an engine by night, and return from Folkestone, on
+another occasion, by daylight and see the country
+as we fly along. Now let us start.</p>
+
+<p>What a short train! Yes, it is, but then the
+Charing Cross portion with the West-end passengers
+has not yet arrived. Before it comes in we shall
+draw out to the bridge and back down upon the
+newly-arrived carriages. Then the train will be
+complete, and we shall start punctually as possible
+with "Her Majesty's Mails." Oh, what bags
+and sacks and vans full of letters have been, and
+are being, thrown into the mail-train! How roughly
+our poor little letters seem to be treated; tumbled
+out on the ground, tossed into the carriage which
+seems already full, and then hurriedly untied and
+sorted, by quick-fingered clerks, into the various
+pigeon-holes, and tied up in the local bags, to be
+dropped, perhaps, as the train flies past the various
+stations.</p>
+
+<p>But the engine is waiting. We must turn away
+from the well-lighted sorting-van, bright even in the
+gleam of the electric light, which illuminates the
+great echoing station with its winking glare. On
+a platform just outside are numerous arms and
+signals&mdash;one arm is lowered; then another. The
+Charing-Cross portion of the mail is in now. It is
+thirteen minutes past eight p.m.&mdash;no doubt the
+"official" time for starting&mdash;and with a shriek we
+pass from the brilliant station to the darkness of the
+river.</p>
+
+<p>The Thames flows sullenly down in the lamplight,
+swirling under the piers of the railway, and
+shimmering under the lights of London Bridge as
+we curve round above Tooley Street; but we do
+not stop at London Bridge Station on this occasion.
+We peep through the glasses in the weatherboard
+and see such a number of red and green
+signals, that it reminds us of the Crystal Palace
+devices in lamps, and even as we look some turn
+green (is it with envy at our speed?) or red (is it with
+anger at our passing on without saying good-night?)
+but our engine-driver, who never moves his head or
+speaks to us, looks in front&mdash;we are nearly in
+darkness now&mdash;and we look about us.</p>
+
+<p>We feel warm about the feet and knees&mdash;the
+wind whistles around our waist. We stand near
+the fireman, looking through his glass, and near a
+hand-lamp, which shines on a water-gauge glass to
+tell the driver when the boiler needs replenishing.
+We rush past Bermondsey all lighted up, and we
+see in the distance blazing chimneys, down Deptford
+way, and red lights on the Brighton Railway rushing
+at us in the air, and white and green lights of
+engines rushing at us on the rails. We overtake
+and pass a train whose passengers look nice and
+warm, and one little boy is flattening his nose
+against the window, to see us pass, and no doubt
+thinks <i>his</i> train a very slow one, and <i>his</i> engine-driver
+a "muff," for being beaten in the "race."</p>
+
+<p>So we leave the ancient "Beormund's Eye"
+where many hundred years ago was an abbey, and
+where now are tanneries and many trades with
+accompanying and peculiar odours. Away we go
+in a direct line over the Surrey Canal&mdash;the river and
+the ships we cannot see. We get a glimpse of
+the lighted Crystal Palace and rush into Chislehurst,
+where the late Emperor of the French
+and his son lie buried.</p>
+
+<p>Puffing up hill as if it were short of breath the
+engine goes, and is suddenly swallowed up in a
+great tunnel! Oh, the roaring, the clattering, the
+clamp, clamp, clamp, the "dickery-dickery-dock"
+tune which the wheels play upon the metals and
+chairs and joints of the line! Suddenly we are out
+again under a starry sky; all the mist and fog and
+smoke are gone. The light which surrounded us in
+the tunnel, the flickering gleam which shone on us
+from roof and walls, is as suddenly dispersed and
+hangs now overhead in the white curling steam, as
+the fireman opens the furnace door, and the gleam
+dashes along with us like a halo.</p>
+
+<p>From Sevenoaks our speed increases; the driver
+slackens off the steam, but we rush on faster and
+faster. Through another long tunnel, then into the
+open air round a curve, flying along an embankment
+until we think we <i>must</i> go over it. Rush,
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347"></a>[Pg 347]</span>
+
+roar, and rattle! Speed slackens, bump, thump,
+whizz, a long whistle; green and red lights above
+and below, a big station, engines beside us, people
+like phantoms on the platforms, crash, bang!
+Tunbridge is passed, and we are running on level
+ground, in a straight line for full twenty miles, to
+Ashford. Ah, we can breathe again now. It <i>did</i>
+seem rather alarming just then.</p>
+
+<p>So on we go towards Folkestone and Dover.
+Now the salt-laden breeze tells us we are near our
+destination. The sorting-clerks work harder and
+faster. The Continental mail-bags, Indian mail-bags,
+Mediterranean and China mail-bags, all are
+ready for transmission to the steamer. Into the
+tunnel through the</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"... Cliff, whose high and bending head</span><br />
+<span class="i2">Looks fearfully on the confined deep"&mdash;</span><br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>known as the Shakespeare cliff, in consequence of
+that description in "King Lear."</p>
+
+<p>We quickly reach Dover, so well known as the
+resting-place of Queen Elizabeth's "Pocket Pistol,"
+twenty-four feet long, on which is the legend&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Load me well and keep me clean</span><br />
+<span class="i0">And I'll carry a ball to Calais Green."</span><br />
+</div></div>
+
+<p>The train glides down the pier, the carriage-doors
+are opened, mail-bags and muffled travellers
+are hurried on board. The lights are extinguished,
+the engine retreats into the darkness, then we
+jump off and go to bed.</p>
+
+<p>Next time we meet our engine it is waiting for
+the Tidal train at Folkestone. This train starts
+from Charing Cross and from Paris daily, each way,
+at hours when the Channel passage can be accomplished
+at or near high water. We shall soon have
+a still faster service, and eight hours between
+London and Paris will be the usual time.</p>
+
+<p>The run up to London need not be dwelt upon.
+The pace is not excessive, but punctuality is well
+observed, and the train runs in safety. We remember
+one bad accident, though, to the Tidal train.</p>
+
+<p>It was at Staplehurst in 1865. The Whitsuntide
+series of accidents which disfigured that holiday
+season was closed by the terrible catastrophe
+that happened to the Tidal train on its way from
+Folkestone to London. This train is an erratic
+one. It travels at different hours each week, and
+changes daily. On the 9th June in that year
+(1865), the railway near Staplehurst was under
+repair. The men were working, and had taken up
+two rails when the Tidal train was seen approaching.</p>
+
+<p>The foreman had mistaken the time. There
+was no chance of avoiding an accident. The
+express came dashing into the gap, and eight
+carriages were flung over a bridge into a little
+stream beneath. The engine and the tender
+jumped the vacant space of rail, and ran into the
+hedge, but the carriages toppled over, leaving only
+two of them on the line at the back, and the engine
+and luggage vans in front. So the eight other
+carriages hung down and crushed into each other.
+Ten persons were killed and many injured.</p>
+
+<p>In the train was the late Charles Dickens, who
+was travelling to London. He had with him the
+MS. (or proofs) of a tale he was then engaged upon,
+<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;And&quot;">and</ins> in the preface to the work he mentioned the
+occurrence. He was most useful to the injured
+passengers, and with other gentlemen exerted himself
+greatly to alleviate their sufferings. We need
+not dwell upon the painful scene of the accident,
+which created quite a sensation, as it occurred to
+the Continental express, by which so many holiday-makers
+travel.</p>
+
+<p>We have not mentioned many accidents in the
+few papers we have put before you, for there is a
+sameness in them unfortunately; but we remember
+one terrible accident which occurred
+in consequence of a little boy playing on an engine,
+which ran away and caused a bad collision by
+dashing into a train which it overtook in its
+wild race.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps you little readers of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> are
+not aware that boys begin at a very early age to
+learn the mysteries of the locomotive engine.
+These lads are "cleaners" first, and have to rub
+up the bright parts of the engines, and clear out
+the fire-boxes. Accidents have happened to the
+lads, even boys have been killed by going to sleep
+in the fire-boxes, and when the fire was lighted
+next morning they have been suffocated. The
+engine-driver expects his fire lighted and steam got
+up for him when he comes down to the engine-shed,
+or "stable." You may, perhaps, have
+noticed the round houses near the railway&mdash;say at
+York Road, Battersea&mdash;those are the engine-"stables."
+Every engine is placed in its "stall,"
+so that its chimney is just under an opening, or
+flue. It is also over a "pit," so that the fire can
+be raked out, or the working examined from underneath
+before the engine goes into the station next
+day to take the train away to the seaside, or to
+carry you to school, or home for the holidays.
+The engine-driver or the fireman examines the
+rods, cranks, and all the different joints, nuts,
+and screws; oiling or "packing," "easing off," or
+"tightening up" the various parts, so that the
+machinery may run easily and without heating.
+One tiny bit of grit may wreck a train.</p>
+
+<p>But our allotted space is now filled, and will not
+permit us to tell you more concerning engine-boys.
+So we must say "good-bye" to you all.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348"></a>[Pg 348]</span></p>
+
+<div class="block width350">
+
+<h2><a name="Fathers_Coming" id="Fathers_Coming"></a>"FATHER'S COMING!"</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 68px; height: 85px;">
+<img src="images/i094.jpg" width="68" height="85" alt="O" title="O" /></div>
+<p><span class="smcap">h,</span>
+Father is coming!<br />
+<span class="two">Through all the long day</span><br />
+We thought of him often,<br />
+<span class="two">When he was away;</span><br />
+We knew he was working<br />
+<span class="two">While we were at play.</span><br />
+<br />
+He'll be tired, I think;<br />
+<span class="two">I have set him a chair</span><br />
+In his own cosy corner&mdash;<br />
+<span class="two">He likes to sit there&mdash;</span><br />
+<span class="two">And we'll bring him his slippers,</span><br />
+His old favourite pair.<br />
+<br />
+I think it's the nicest<br />
+<span class="two">To watch at the gate;</span><br />
+And Dolly sits by us<br />
+<span class="two">While thus we all wait.</span><br />
+He'll be here very soon&mdash;<br />
+<span class="two">It's so seldom he's late.</span><br />
+<br />
+See, Baby knows too<br />
+<span class="two">Who is coming to-night;</span><br />
+She is crowing, and clapping<br />
+<span class="two">Her hands with delight!</span><br />
+There's his footstep at last!<br />
+<span class="two">Oh, hurrah! he's in sight.</span><br />
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<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>
+
+<p class="center"><i>By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &amp;c. &amp;c.</i></p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XVI.&mdash;"THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY."</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap097"><span class="dropcap">"T</span></span><span class="smcap">ell</span>
+
+me everything, Aunt Amy," Bertie
+said, as soon as he could find a voice.
+"When did it happen? Was it an accident?
+Oh! why didn't you send for me
+sooner?"</p>
+
+<p>"It was very sudden, darling," Mrs. Clair replied.
+"I telegraphed for you at once, for your uncle
+wished it, and asked for you as long as he was
+conscious. But the doctor said from the first that
+there was no hope, and even wondered how he had
+lived so long. I fancy your uncle knew from the
+first that the attack would be fatal whenever it
+came. Do you know why he asked for you so
+often, Bertie?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, aunt, except that he always loved me, and
+was very, very good to me."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, dear, and he trusted you too; almost his
+last words were, 'Tell Bertie he must take care
+of you and Agnes: he must be the "head of the
+family" now!' Uncle Harry's death will make a
+great difference to us, dear."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm so glad he said that, Aunt Amy; and <i>I will</i>
+take care of you all," his glance including even
+Eddie, who sat silent in a corner. "It was good of
+him to trust me!" and then the remembrance of his
+other uncle's want of confidence and harshness
+rushed back on Bertie, and he sobbed bitterly.
+Aunt Amy made him sit beside her, and comforted
+him tenderly till his sobs ceased, and then listened
+with patient, loving sympathy to all his troubles,
+which Eddie now confided in her.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think I did very wrong, Aunt Amy? do
+you think Uncle Gregory should have been so
+unkind?" he asked, looking at her wistfully.</p>
+
+<p>"I think, dear, that you behaved very well indeed,
+under the circumstances. Of course, if you could
+have asked permission it might have been better, but
+then you would have missed the owner of the bag.
+What troubles me most is your having slept on the
+damp grass. I fear you have caught cold."</p>
+
+<p>"Not much, auntie; my throat is a little sore,
+but it'll be all right again presently. When I wanted
+to see you so badly yesterday, I did not dream I
+should be here to-day, and find you all so sad. I
+was only selfishly thinking of my own trouble, and
+what a poor, pitiful affair it seems, compared to
+yours. Oh! auntie, how good and patient you are!"</p>
+
+<p>"No, no, Bertie, I'm very far from good, and not
+nearly so patient as you think; but as we grow
+older, dear, we learn to suffer in silence, and some
+griefs are too deep for words or tears. If we had
+only our own strength to support us, how could
+we endure such sudden incurable losses as mine?"</p>
+
+<p>Bertie was silent for a few moments, then he
+stood up, and laid both his hands on his aunt's
+shoulders and looked earnestly at her.</p>
+
+<p>"I will take care of you; I will remember every
+word dear Uncle Harry said. Can I begin now?
+Can I do anything at all, Aunt Amy, this very day?"</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349"></a>[Pg 349]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;">
+<img src="images/i099.jpg" width="454" height="600" alt="Illustration: FATHER'S COMING." title="Illustration: FATHER'S COMING." />
+<p class="center"><ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note--the original reads: FATHER'S without an opening quotation mark"><span class="smcap">'father's</span></ins> <span class="smcap">coming.'</span> (<i>See</i> <a href="#Page_348"><i>p</i>. 348</a>.)</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350"></a>[Pg 350]</span></p>
+
+<p>"No, dear, except to lie down and rest, and get
+rid of your cold. I have thought of nothing yet,
+except to telegraph for Nancy to come down and
+take the children home, and to Mr. Williams. I
+have not another friend in the world now, Bertie.
+We poor Rivers's are left to ourselves!"</p>
+
+<p>"You forget Mr. Murray," Bertie said. "You
+can't think how kind and generous he is; he will
+help us in every way; and surely Uncle Gregory
+will come!"</p>
+
+<p>"I fear not, dear. Uncle Gregory and Uncle
+Harry were not related, and never very intimate;
+but indeed, there is nothing any one can do for us.
+Besides, Uncle Harry's wishes are very plain; his
+will is not a dozen lines," and Mrs Clair sighed
+deeply. She knew her husband had died poor&mdash;not
+worth a couple of hundred pounds, perhaps&mdash;but
+she did not know of the many small debts contracted
+through thoughtlessness, and left unpaid
+through carelessness, or she would have been still
+more anxious about the future. It was the sudden
+feeling of loneliness and desolation, the sudden
+sense of responsibility and helplessness combined,
+that seemed almost to stupefy her.</p>
+
+<p>The worst of that first day of her bereavement
+was that she had nothing to do: strangers performed
+all needful offices; but it was a comfort to pet
+and nurse Bertie, because they had all been left in
+his care&mdash;a circumstance Eddie bitterly resented,
+though he was quite silent on the subject. Though
+reluctant to lie down, Bertie had not been many
+minutes on the sofa before he was sound asleep,
+and when he awoke, he found Nancy, the old housekeeper
+from Fitzroy Square, had arrived, and was
+busy making preparations for their departure.
+Aunt Amy was with her, and just at that moment
+Mr. Murray entered the room, holding a telegram
+in his hand, and looking very much excited. As
+soon as she heard his voice, Mrs. Clair came in,
+looking very pale, but quite composed. After a
+few inquiries about Bertie, he placed the message
+in her hand, and as she read it she smiled sadly.</p>
+
+<p>"Just what I thought, Mr. Murray. Why should
+Mr. Gregory trouble himself about us in our
+affliction? Because his sister married my brother
+gives me no claim on him," she said gently.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps not; but sorrow, friendlessness, death,
+give you a claim on every man who deserves the
+name. I'm disappointed in Gregory, and I'll take
+an early opportunity of telling him so."</p>
+
+<p>"I can scarcely blame him, Mr. Murray, when
+my husband's oldest and dearest friend fails me
+now; but he says if I let him know when the
+funeral takes place he will try to attend."</p>
+
+<p>"Very kind and truly considerate of him,"
+Mr. Murray cried, scornfully.  "Will you be so
+good as to tell me the name of this true old
+friend?"</p>
+
+<p>"It cannot matter much to you, Mr. Murray;
+but he's called Arthur Williams, a well-known
+sculptor."</p>
+
+<p>"Hum! I'll see if I can't give him a famous
+order some day, selfish fellow!" he added, in an
+undertone. "And now, dear Mrs. Clair, may I
+ask what you are going to do?"</p>
+
+<p>"I do not know; I have not thought yet. I am
+so sorely disappointed."</p>
+
+<p>"Then allow me to think for you," Mr. Murray
+interrupted; "but first answer me one or two
+painful questions. Did your husband leave a
+will, or express any wishes?"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Clair handed him the half-sheet of note-paper,
+and he read it twice carefully, then placed
+it in his pocket-book. "Simple and complete,
+Mrs. Clair, your husband must have had a great
+capacity for business. Is there anything else?"</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing, except that he left us all to the care
+of Bertie. He's to be 'head of the family,' poor
+child;" and Aunt Amy stroked his hair tenderly.
+"My husband had great faith in Bertie."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps he was right: we shall see some day.
+Now I suggest that you go up to town this evening,
+and take those two children with you. Bertie and
+I will follow by the first train to-morrow morning.
+We will go direct to Fitzroy Square, and I'll
+give all necessary instructions for the funeral.
+Mr. Clair was a gentleman and an artist, and
+must go to his long rest as such. After that you
+may tell me as much or as little of your circumstances
+as you please; but always remember that
+I am able and willing to help you."</p>
+
+<p>And then Mr. Murray hurried away, and Bertie
+began his duties as "head of the family" by
+telegraphing to Fitzroy Square to have fires lighted
+in the rooms; but even in that Mr. Murray, who
+seemed to think of everything, had been beforehand
+with him.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XVII.&mdash;PROBATION.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap101"><span class="dropcap">"I</span></span> <span class="smcap">am</span>
+so glad you have called, Mr. Murray. I
+do so want a long chat with you," Mrs. Clair
+said one day, about a month after her
+husband's death. "You have been such a
+kind friend, that I feel I may ask your advice."</p>
+
+<p>"And I'll be very glad to give it, if you will only
+follow it. What's the matter now?"</p>
+
+<p>"First of all, I'm unhappy about Bertie; he is
+worked very hard, and I am afraid his uncle is not
+very kind to him; I am grieved to see how thin
+and pale he has grown. Then Mr. Gregory declares
+Eddie must do something for himself, and suggests
+his entering a timber-merchant's office, as there
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351"></a>[Pg 351]</span>
+
+is no money to continue his artistic education.
+Of course, my husband did everything for Eddie;
+and if there is any income from Riversdale after
+paying the mortgages, he never heard anything
+of it. I ventured to ask Mr. Gregory if he would
+pay for Eddie's classes, and I'm sorry to say he
+refused, and declares that the lad must work like
+other people. It will break poor Eddie's heart to
+go into that timber place."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh no, Mrs. Clair; boys' hearts are tough
+things. Is that all your trouble?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, indeed. I am perplexed about myself;
+this house is far too large for me, and far too expensive.
+My husband was always a poor man:
+that is, he lived up to his income; and his health
+was such that he could not insure his life. A
+few hundred pounds and the lease and furniture
+of this house were all he left; but every day I
+find bills unpaid, many of them long-standing
+accounts, and my stock of money is diminishing
+rapidly. I think I should have an auction, dispose
+of the lease if I could, and go into cheap
+lodgings with Agnes and Eddie; but I fear I shall
+not be able to pay for his classes and colours.
+Can you suggest anything for me to do?"</p>
+
+<p>"No; I think your ideas are very sensible. But
+would it not be better to try to let this house furnished?
+I fancy I can find you a tenant, and then
+you will have a certain, even if small, income.
+Then if both boys are willing to work they will
+bring you in something every week."</p>
+
+<p>"But, Mr. Murray, Eddie is to have no salary
+for three years, and Bertie must remain with his
+Uncle Gregory," Mrs. Clair said, sadly. "Oh,
+how I wish he could come and live with me! he is
+a dear boy!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, yes; a good straight up-and-down lad,
+with plenty of backbone, though his uncle does not
+quite understand him. However, I think Eddie
+should do something at once, though I don't
+entirely approve of the timber-yard; still, anything
+for a beginning. Now, Mrs. Clair, when would
+you like to leave here?"</p>
+
+<p>"As soon as possible; every day only lessens our
+little fund."</p>
+
+<p>"I think I know a person who would take this
+house, if he could get it at once. This is Wednesday;
+could you manage to leave if I found you
+suitable lodgings by next Monday?"</p>
+
+<p>"Quite easily, Mr. Murray; but are you sure
+you can let it? I do not want the house to remain
+on your hands."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind that. In the name of a person
+I know intimately, I offer you Ł180 a year for it:
+and it's cheap too. Of course there are a great
+many things you can take away with you, such as
+plate, linen, pictures: they will make your lodgings
+more comfortable."</p>
+
+<p>"But the person who takes the house?"</p>
+
+<p>"Has a great many things of his own&mdash;unconsidered
+trifles&mdash;that he must find room for. It's a
+great comfort to give advice to a reasonable
+person who is willing to follow it. As for the boys,
+don't worry about them. Just as soon as you are
+settled, I'll have a talk with Eddie, and then go and
+see Mr. Gregory."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Murray was no half-hearted friend; when
+he undertook to do a thing, it was done well and
+promptly, so that before a week from her first
+mentioning the matter Mrs. Clair was settled in
+very pleasant lodgings not far from Hampstead
+Heath.</p>
+
+<p>The rooms seemed very small at first, but they
+soon became used to that, and the garden, with its
+prim walks, edged on either side with old-fashioned
+autumn flowers, was delightful. Even
+Eddie looked happier, and Agnes declared Hampstead
+was nearly as good as Brighton. When
+Bertie came to see them, he could hardly keep
+from crying, it was all so cosy, pretty, and homelike,
+compared with the gloomy grandeur of Gore
+House; and, worst of all, his uncle was becoming
+more exacting and severe every day. The secret
+of Mr. Gregory's unkindness to Bertie was the
+open interest taken in him by Mr. Murray, who,
+in spite of many hints, refused to have anything to
+do with Dick Gregory, and told his father plainly
+that the boy had no taste or capacity for business.
+Poor Bertie had to suffer for that disappointment:
+he was scolded, overworked, reproved, but he bore it
+all patiently; never complained, never answered, but
+he was plainly unhappy. And Eddie was a worry
+to him too: he should be working for himself and
+Aunt Amy, instead of being a burden to them.
+As "head of the family," he said so, and even went
+so far as to say he thought Riversdale now a
+secondary consideration, and his own savings in
+future would not go to the bank, but to buy little
+delicacies for his aunt and cousin. When he
+heard about the timber-yard, he said at once that
+Eddie should accept the situation. "One office is
+just like another, Eddie," he cried; "tea or timber,
+what does it matter? one has to go through the
+same routine to begin with. Besides, we must do
+something to help Aunt Amy."</p>
+
+<p>So Eddie agreed to accept Uncle Gregory's
+proposal.</p>
+
+<p>"Bravo, Eddie, old fellow! I knew when it came
+to the point that you would act rightly and
+generously," Bertie cried earnestly. <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note--the original reads: And without quotation marks">"And</ins> if we're
+both very saving, you may still be able to have
+classes in the evening, and when I get a little rich
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352"></a>[Pg 352]</span>
+
+you shall return to your painting; but we must
+both put our shoulders to the wheel now, old boy,
+and be as saving as ever we can."</p>
+
+<p>"I've nothing to save," Eddie replied. "I've
+no salary for three years. Still, I'll write to Uncle
+Gregory to-night: the sooner I begin the better."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i104.jpg" width="600" height="600" alt="Illustration: &quot;THEY ARRIVED AT THE HALL DOOR&quot;" title="Illustration: &quot;THEY ARRIVED AT THE HALL DOOR&quot;" />
+<span class="smcap">"they arrived at the hall door"</span> (<a href="#Page_355"><i>p.</i> 355</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p>No one knew what an effort it cost Eddie to give
+in; still, in spite of his pride and vanity, he was a
+right-hearted, independent lad at heart, and the
+idea of being a burden to Aunt Amy was simply
+intolerable. When Mr. Murray heard of his resolution,
+he puckered up his eyebrows, and talked
+to himself for fully five minutes, then he patted
+Eddie on the shoulder, and said he was glad he
+had sufficient real pride to enable him to put his
+false pride in his pocket, and declared that he
+would never lose his self-respect and the respect
+of others by honest hard work. "But work for
+three years you <i>shall</i> not!" he cried, suddenly.
+"They must give you a small salary to begin with."
+So Eddie, the lofty, the haughty, the often intolerant
+Eddie, went to the timber-yard with a tolerably
+good grace, and when, at the end of the first week,
+he placed his earnings in Aunt Amy's hands,
+he felt positively happy. Very soon after, owing
+to the kind intervention of Mr. Murray, Bertie got
+permission to live with Aunt Amy, his uncle paying
+ten shillings a week extra for his board and
+lodgings, so that in all he had a pound, and it
+seemed quite a large sum of money. Of course he
+had a long way to go to the City; but what of that,
+when loving hands waved him an adieu from the
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353"></a>[Pg 353]</span>
+
+window? What did any extra amount of labour
+matter now that the stiff formal dinners, and the
+terribly chilling evenings in the library at Gore
+House were at an end for ever.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Murray often paid a visit to the little cottage
+at Hampstead, and whenever he came he was
+always warmly welcomed, both by Agnes and Mrs.
+Clair.</p>
+
+<p>The tenant of the house in Fitzroy Square was
+behaving very well indeed: the rent would be ready
+by quarter-day, and there were several things in
+the house that he would be pleased if Mrs. Clair
+could take away: the piano, for instance; he would
+consider it a real kindness if she could remove
+that, he had no use whatever for it, and had a case
+of rare butterflies that would stand very comfortably
+in its place. So the instrument arrived
+one day at the lodgings, and gave the children
+more enjoyment than anything else, for the
+evenings were drawing in, and it was too dark
+for a run on the Heath after the boys returned from
+the City.</p>
+
+<p>They all sang and played by instinct, and
+Aunt Amy gave them a lesson each every
+evening, and as the evenings became longer, and
+winter crept towards them with "stealthy steps and
+slow," they settled down to a regular course of
+study.</p>
+
+<p>Bertie devoted most of his time to music;
+Eddie to reading up his French and German&mdash;for
+he found both those languages would be very
+useful to him in the City; while Agnes was busy
+over her drawing-board, tracing designs for
+Christmas and Easter cards. She declared she
+was not going to be the only drone in the hive,
+and bade fair to be successful later on, for two
+of her little cards had already been accepted
+by a great City publishing firm. When Mr.
+Murray dropped in of an evening he used to
+have a long look from one to the other of their
+cheerful, contented faces, and then he would have
+a little private conversation with himself in a
+corner.</p>
+
+<p>"They're too happy," he would mutter, "too content,
+too well occupied. Good fortune would only
+spoil them now. I'll wait and watch a little
+longer; and yet, people who bear poverty with
+such equanimity should bear the accession of
+riches with humility; still, I'll wait a little. My old
+friend's children are bearing their probation
+bravely." For to Mr. Murray Mrs. Clair's income
+seemed absolute poverty: he paid some of his own
+servants nearly as much; and the great City
+merchant was learning, for the first time, that it is
+not the actual amount of income one has, but the
+way it's spent, that constitutes poverty and wealth.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>CHAPTER XVIII.&mdash;THE FORTUNE FOUND.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap108"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span> <span class="smcap">r. gregory</span>
+did not consent to
+Bertie Rivers leaving Gore House with
+a very good grace, and he bitterly resented
+the interest Mr. Murray took
+in both boys. He wished to keep them entirely
+under his own control&mdash;as, indeed, he had the power
+to do, being their sole guardian since Mr. Clair's
+death; but, on the other hand, he was not in a
+position to refuse Mr. Murray a trifling favour, as
+he had just begged a very heavy one from him.
+Things had been going on very badly in Mincing
+Lane for some time, and Mr. Gregory had been
+peculiarly unfortunate in his business transactions:
+he kept on losing large sums of money without in
+the least retrenching his expenditure, and at length
+it became painfully clear, even to himself, that
+nothing short of a large sum of ready money could
+save him from failure and disgrace and ruin, and
+that there was only one man in London who could
+and would assist him&mdash;for Mr. Gregory was more
+respected than liked by his brother merchants. Mr.
+Murray was willing to do all that he wanted, on
+certain conditions. First of all, he wished Mr.
+Gregory to give up the guardianship of Eddie and
+Bertie Rivers, and that their uncle willingly consented
+to, for he feared that when Eddie came of
+age there might be some awkward questions to
+answer about the management&mdash;or rather, mismanagement&mdash;of
+the property, if he were called to
+give an account of his stewardship. Then Mr.
+Gregory, Mr. Murray said, was too extravagant:
+he should curtail his expenses, and live according
+to his income: cut down his establishment, and put
+the boys to some profession or work of some sort,
+for he declared he had no intention that his
+honestly and hard-earned money should be squandered
+in unnecessary luxury. Mr. Gregory agreed
+to all Mr. Murray's conditions, and at the time
+meant fully to perform his promises, but the
+immediate pressure of his difficulties being removed,
+he went on in much the same way, and Mr. Murray,
+who was observing closely, resolved never again to
+advance money to maintain such senseless extravagance.</p>
+
+<p>Though old Mr. Murray had quite made up his
+mind what he would do for Eddie and Bertie
+Rivers, he determined to make sure first that they
+deserved his kindness. It was good to see Mrs.
+Clair's cheerful face, and hear her pleasant voice,
+as she recounted many instances of the children's
+kindness and consideration: Bertie's hearty resolution
+not to be daunted by anything; Eddie's
+supreme patience at the office and steady work at
+home; and the untiring efforts of little Agnes to
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354"></a>[Pg 354]</span>
+
+add her mite to the general fund, though of course
+she often failed to dispose of her cards, some of
+which, nevertheless, were adapting themselves to
+other circumstances, and forming a very handsome
+screen to keep the draughts from Aunt Amy's
+chair.</p>
+
+<p>"We are not only living within our income, but
+saving something for the proverbial 'rainy day,'"
+Mrs. Clair said one evening, when Mr. Murray
+dropped in. "We have been here only three
+months, and have done ever so much better than I
+expected, thanks to your good advice; and we are all
+ever so much happier than I ever hoped to be
+again, which shows that sorrow is but a short-lived
+suffering if we do not nurse and cherish it. And
+then Eddie is so polite and attentive to every one
+now, and he used to be so proud and haughty. I
+really can't understand the change in him."</p>
+
+<p>"'Sweet are the uses of adversity,'" Mr. Murray
+quoted, with a peculiar smile. "There was talent
+and good sense in Eddie after all, though I sometimes
+half doubted it. Some day he will see the
+wisdom of his choice, and be glad to feel that he
+laboured with his hands to do the thing that
+is right."</p>
+
+<p>Winter came and went; spring broadened into
+summer; and still the boys worked on bravely:
+Bertie at Mr. Gregory's office, Eddie at the timber-yard,
+Agnes working pretty crewel mats and
+toilet-covers, by way of change from painting; and
+Mrs. Clair, loving, guiding, counselling them
+all. The fund for the "rainy day" had increased
+remarkably, so that when November, "chill and
+drear," came round again, the boys were able to
+have new warm overcoats and thick gloves, and
+even Agnes was armed against the sudden changes
+of weather by a nice soft fur cape, and the
+whole winter months passed so pleasantly, that
+they were all astonished when Christmas was, so to
+speak, at the door.</p>
+
+<p>One day, towards the middle of December, Mr.
+Murray came bustling in, his whole face full of importance.</p>
+
+<p>"Mrs. Clair, I've called to ask you all to spend
+Christmas with me at a country house. I'm a lonely
+old man, with no near relations and few friends;
+but I like young people about me whose hearts are
+gay and green, even though circumstances may
+have aged their heads a little. I like the boys; I
+like the demure little maiden; I like you. Will you
+all come and cheer up a lonely old man for a
+week?"</p>
+
+<p>"I shall be delighted indeed, Mr. Murray; and I
+can answer for each one of the children, if the boys
+can only get so long a holiday. It's such a very,
+very long time since I've really been in the country."</p>
+
+<p>"Then promise to meet me at twelve o'clock at
+Paddington Station on Christmas Eve: promise me,
+Mrs. Clair; I'll make it all right for the boys. Just
+say you will come. I wanted to ask you all last
+Christmas; I'm glad I did not now."</p>
+
+<p>"I will come with pleasure and gratitude," Mrs.
+Clair replied, "if you can make it right for the
+boys."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll see to that. Remember, twelve o'clock on
+Christmas Eve&mdash;twelve sharp, Paddington!" and
+then Mr. Murray vanished, his face puckered up
+out of all recognition.</p>
+
+<p>The probation of Eddie and Bertie Rivers had
+lasted a whole year, and Mr. Murray was more
+than satisfied with them. He meant to keep their
+destination a little secret, and so fairly ran away
+before Mrs. Clair could ask any questions.</p>
+
+<p>It wanted just two weeks to Christmas when
+Mr. Murray gave his instructions, and during most
+of the waking hours of that time the children spoke
+of little else. Bertie endeavoured to explain and
+describe the grandeur and magnificence of Mr.
+Murray's town house, and of course his country
+mansion would be still more splendid.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope there will be plenty of frost," he said,
+with a very grave glance at the sky, just as if the
+state of the sky in London ever could be an index
+to what the weather might be anywhere else,
+"for there's sure to be a pond, or mere, or something
+to skate on."</p>
+
+<p>Eddie sighed as he thought of the beautiful
+lake at Riversdale, and then said he hoped Mr.
+Murray might have some ponies, as he was longing
+for a good canter.</p>
+
+<p>Agnes wanted some pretty places to sketch, and
+Aunt Amy declared she would give anything to see
+a good farm and poultry-yard again, just as they
+had at home.</p>
+
+<p>"You may be sure Mr. Murray will have everything,"
+Bertie said, confidently; "and a Christmas-tree
+too, with lots of presents: he always did give
+us splendid things," remembering the steam-engine.
+"Oh! I say, auntie, we're bound to have
+a glorious time;" and Bertie tossed his hat in the
+air, and skilfully caught it coming down&mdash;a habit of
+his when unusually excited.</p>
+
+<p>At the appointed time Mrs. Clair and the
+children arrived at Paddington Station, and there
+they found Mr. Murray pacing up and down, "just
+like a lion in a cage," Bertie whispered irreverently.
+He paid the cabman while they got out, and then
+hurried them across the platform and into a first-class
+carriage that he had engaged; the door was
+shut with a loud bang, and in another moment the
+engine whistled shrilly, and the train went out
+of the station. Mr. Murray held all their tickets in
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355"></a>[Pg 355]</span>
+
+his hand, and in such a way that even Bertie's
+keen eyes could not detect their destination, but
+as they got completely into the country the places
+seemed strangely familiar. At last Eddie drew
+nearer Bertie, and took his hand. "Look, Bert!
+that's Linkworth Station; the next will be Riversdale,"
+he whispered, his eyes filling with tears.
+"Oh! I do hope we shall not stop there!" Even as
+he spoke the train seemed to slacken speed again.
+The engine shrieked, and stopped at dear old
+Riversdale.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Murray sprang out briskly, and assisted
+Mrs. Clair; the others followed; and in a few moments
+they were all driving along the familiar road
+towards the old home of the Rivers's. As the
+carriage turned in at the lodge gate, Bertie cried
+out, unable to restrain himself, "Oh! Aunt Amy,
+we're <i>really</i> going home to Riversdale. Hurrah!"</p>
+
+<p>Eddie was perfectly silent: he could not trust
+himself to speak. Little Agnes clung to her aunt,
+whose eyes were full of tears, and Mr. Murray
+chatted away briskly about the weather, the beauty
+of the country in its winter mantle&mdash;everything, in
+fact, but their destination. They arrived at the
+hall door, where several of the old servants were
+waiting, amongst them Mittens, the housekeeper,
+who kissed the children individually and collectively,
+and laughed and cried at the same time.</p>
+
+<p>"Come in! come in!" Mr. Murray cried, leading
+the way to the library; "it's too cold to stand
+about. And now, children, how do you like your
+old home?" he added, as they all stood silent and
+confused round the blazing wood fire. Then he
+suddenly grew very serious, and turning to Mrs.
+Clair, placed his hand on her arm. "This was your
+father's house; now, through the variations of
+fortune, it is mine, Mrs. Clair; but one day it will
+belong to one of those boys: I won't say which; but
+Eddie is the elder, and I think he will deserve to
+be heir of Riversdale. Bertie I know I can trust.
+Meantime, Mrs. Clair, it is your home, and the
+little maiden's, and Eddie's. If he cares to continue
+his artistic profession, he can have a master here
+to conduct his studies. If he is worthy, he shall
+have Riversdale on his twenty-first birthday free
+from all incumbrance; till then, Mrs. Clair, the
+home is yours, and I know how happy Eddie will
+be with you. As for Bertie, he belongs to me for
+the present; he is not to return to Mr. Gregory, and
+will try how he likes Murray and Co. instead.
+Now I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a
+glad new year, and welcome back to Riversdale."</p>
+
+<p>It was a long speech for Mr. Murray, especially
+as they were all clinging to him, sobbing, laughing,
+trying in vain to thank him; but he broke away
+from them, rushing to the dining-room, where
+luncheon was waiting, and laughing heartily at
+their surprise and pleasure. Then he installed
+Mrs. Clair formally as mistress, treated Eddie with
+a good deal of consideration as the heir-apparent,
+and looked at Bertie for approval.</p>
+
+<p>"I think it is better than waiting till I got rich in
+Mincing Lane, sir," he replied, his eyes sparkling.
+"I don't believe Uncle Gregory's office is the real
+road to fortune, after all."</p>
+
+<p>"The Road to Fortune, boy, is honesty and
+industry, not anybody's office," Mr. Murray said,
+gently. "However, you will have a try at mine,
+and then, like regular City men, we'll come down
+from Saturday till Monday, if they will have us.
+We can't afford to give up work yet, can we?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir; and I shouldn't care to."</p>
+
+<p>"That's right, Bertie. Work is worship: that's
+one of Eddie's favourite author's sayings."</p>
+
+<p>"I've learned the truth of it, Mr. Murray,"
+Eddie said gravely, "and in future I shall practise
+it, and, I hope, prove to you that your great kindness
+has not been wasted on us. If I had never left
+Riversdale and become acquainted with so many
+troubles and sorrows, I never could feel as happy as
+I am now."</p>
+
+<p>And in that happiness we will leave Eddie and
+Bertie Rivers, trusting that all who bear adversity
+so well may find fortune as kind and friends as true.</p>
+
+<p class="center">THE END.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="Hedwigs_Christmas_Presents" id="Hedwigs_Christmas_Presents"></a>HEDWIG'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap114"><span class="dropcap">S</span></span><span class="smcap">upposing</span>
+you had two brothers and two
+sisters, a father, a mother, and no money,
+how would you get Christmas presents
+for them all? That is what Hedwig
+wanted to know. You see, she was the eldest of
+the family, and felt it her duty to look after the
+others; and in this case it so happened that looking
+after them meant getting them Christmas presents.</p>
+
+<p>You can't think what a trouble this was to little
+Hedwig. The worst of it was, she couldn't ask
+her mother's advice. It must be kept a dark
+secret. At last the twenty-fourth of December
+arrived, and in the evening the gifts must all be
+ready, and Hedwig had not one.</p>
+
+<p>When evening came, however, Hedwig's presents
+were there, and I will tell you how she managed it.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356"></a>[Pg 356]</span></p>
+
+<p>Little Hedwig was a German girl. She live
+in a small village in the north of Germany. Her
+father and mother had not very much money.
+They could buy black bread and meat for their
+children, but there was little money left for playthings.
+Though they were not rich, they were a
+happy family; and if they had not toys they had
+one another, and that was quite enough.</p>
+
+<p>Hedwig was a busy little girl; there were so
+many things she could do for mother. The baby
+always was happy with his big sister, and his big
+sister was very fond of him.</p>
+
+<p>On the morning of the day before Christmas,
+Hedwig got up earlier than usual. She dressed
+baby, gave him his breakfast, and then, putting on
+her things, asked what she should buy in the town.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, Hedwig, get all the things carefully; take
+the big basket to carry everything; and be sure not
+to forget to take the soup to Aunt Molly." These
+were her mother's last words.</p>
+
+<p>"All right, mother, dear; I will be back in good
+time," said Hedwig, and, shutting the door, downstairs
+she ran and out into the street.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, then," she said to herself, as she pushed
+her way bravely along, "presents I must have;
+but how I am to get them I really don't know.
+Auntie is sure to give me a groschen (a penny) for
+bringing the soup, and that will buy a cake for
+Karl and a cake for baby. But then there are
+mother, father, and the twins. Mother and father
+might share a present, but how about the twins?"</p>
+
+<p>The twins certainly were rather a trouble. They
+were six years old, just four years younger than
+Hedwig, and insisted on having everything alike.</p>
+
+<p>It was a very cold day and a long walk from
+the village to the town; but Hedwig, trotting along
+in her warm cloak and hood, was so busy thinking
+of her presents that she was not cold. Just as she
+was entering the town gates, she met her playmate
+Anna. Hedwig was very pleased, and determined
+to tell her dear friend all her troubles.</p>
+
+<p>"Anna," she began, "I haven't a present
+for&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>But here she was interrupted, for Anna exclaimed,
+"Isn't it a shame. Hedwig? You know our big
+barn; well, a cat has made her home there, and
+has two beautiful kittens. Aunt Ottilia found it
+out this morning, and she says the kittens must
+be drowned."</p>
+
+<p>Hedwig was quite as indignant as her friend.</p>
+
+<p>"I know what I'll do," said Hedwig; "we'll
+capture the kittens, and then I will take them
+home as my present for the twins."</p>
+
+<p>"That will do very well, Hedwig. You go and
+buy the things for your mother, and then we will
+get the kittens, and you can carry them home."</p>
+
+<p>Hedwig set off and bought all the things at the
+shops, and took the soup to her aunt. She seemed
+to be very fortunate that morning, for the old lady
+at the grocer's gave her some odds and ends of
+ribbon. These she intended to make into a bow
+for her mother, but she saved two long pieces to
+tie round the kittens' necks.</p>
+
+<p>Then, her shopping finished, she made her way
+back to Anna, who lived at a farm a little distance
+out of town. Carefully and slowly they made
+their way through the yard. It would not do for
+any one to see them, for they might be stopped.</p>
+
+<p>"Come along this way," said Anna; "there they
+are; now, are not they sweet little things?"</p>
+
+<p>For a few seconds Hedwig was lost in admiration,
+but then she remembered that she must hurry,
+for it was time for her to be home again.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, then, Anna, you take one, and I'll take
+the other; hide it under your apron."</p>
+
+<p>The two children set out with their burdens, but
+it was not easy work getting back again into the
+garden, where Hedwig had left her basket.</p>
+
+<p>As they were leaving the barn, they had forgotten
+to shut the door, and a curious old hen had
+marched in. After some chasing they got the hen
+out; but in the hurry to escape from the children,
+the bird tumbled into a tub full of water.</p>
+
+<p>Hedwig and Anna both dropped their kittens in
+order to rescue the unfortunate hen. Anna
+screamed at the top of her voice, "Oh, she'll
+drown! she'll drown!"</p>
+
+<p>Just then the farmyard gate opened, and Anna,
+seeing that her old aunt was coming, called to
+Hedwig to run and hide.</p>
+
+<p>Hedwig had only just time to get back into the
+barn before Aunt Ottilia appeared, and inquired
+what was the matter. She got the hen out of the
+water, scolded Anna, and threatened to send her
+indoors. After the aunt had returned to the house,
+Hedwig came out of her hiding-place. The two
+kittens had of course disappeared by this time, and
+the two girls had a difficulty in finding them.</p>
+
+<p>After hunting for half an hour they were captured
+once more, and carried to the basket. Then there
+was another hindrance. There was not room for
+both kittens. One was placed in, and Hedwig
+agreed to carry the other in her arms.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, Hedwig, you had better be off; it is
+getting quite late," said Anna.</p>
+
+<p>"But can't you get me something to eat first; I
+am so hungry?"</p>
+
+<p>"If I do I shall meet aunt. Haven't you anything
+with you? Why, there is aunt coming; I
+must run." Anna did run, too, without thinking
+any more of her friend. Hedwig had to set off
+without waiting longer, for it was getting very late.
+She determined to spend her money in buying
+some bread for herself, hoping to find something
+else for the boys. After eating her bread she set
+off for home.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357"></a>[Pg 357]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/i118.jpg" width="435" height="600" alt="Illustration: OFF TO THE TOWN" title="Illustration: OFF TO THE TOWN" />
+<span class="smcap">off to the town.</span> (<a href="#Page_356"><i>See</i> <i>p.</i> 356</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358"></a>[Pg 358]</span></p>
+
+<p>It seemed such a long walk now, and the basket
+and kittens were very heavy. Twice a kitten
+escaped, and she had to give chase, so that by the
+time she reached home she was tired and hungry,
+for it was getting late in the afternoon.</p>
+
+<p>She took the kittens up into the loft and fastened
+them in, after giving them a saucerful of milk.
+Then down she went to tell her mother about her
+purchases.</p>
+
+<p>"Why are you so late, Hedwig?" said her
+mother. "I have been expecting you a very long
+time. Baby has been so tiresome, and the twins
+have made themselves so untidy. They wanted to
+be black people, and I found Gretchen painting
+Sophie black with ink. Fortunately they had not
+done very much, but I am so tired with the worry
+that I think you must get the Christmas tree ready."</p>
+
+<p>Hedwig was sorry her mother was tired, but
+glad to get the tree ready. She spread a white
+tablecloth on the little round table in the big room,
+placed the tree on it, and then made the other
+tables ready. When all was ready, the tree,
+decorated with candles and sweetmeats, was
+placed in the centre of the room. The little gifts
+were arranged on small tables. Then Hedwig ran
+upstairs to fetch the ribbon for her mother, and the
+kittens. She found the latter scampering about
+the loft, and having fine fun. She placed them
+in two baskets, and then carried them down.
+Now all was ready, and Hedwig felt satisfied. The
+twins would have the kittens, mother and father
+the ribbon, and she had found two small balls of her
+own for Karl and baby. Very pleased with her work,
+she locked the door and ran away to get tidied.</p>
+
+<p>Half an hour afterwards the doors were thrown
+open, the candles lighted, and the whole family
+entered. But what a state of confusion the room
+was in! for everything was upset and disarranged.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, the kittens! the kittens!" cried Hedwig;
+"they must have done it."</p>
+
+<p>Of course, immediately there was a cry of
+"Which kittens?"</p>
+
+<p>This was soon answered by Gretchen suddenly
+calling out, in a tone of great astonishment&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"There they are, the darlings, fast asleep on my
+new frock!"</p>
+
+<p>Hedwig then explained everything. The twins
+were delighted with their present; but her mother
+had to tell Hedwig how naughty it was of her
+to take anything without having first asked
+leave.</p>
+
+<p>"But, mother dear, they were going to be killed,
+and I could not bear that," said Hedwig.</p>
+
+<p>"Then you should have asked for them, dearie,"
+said mother; "but never mind now, to-morrow I
+will walk over with you, and we will explain everything,
+and give them back again."</p>
+
+<p>Hearing this, the twins began to cry bitterly.
+They did not want their present to be taken from
+them, and they were not quiet until their mother
+promised to see what she could do.</p>
+
+<p>Then the whole family set to work to tidy up the
+room. Everything was quickly in order, and the
+presents were given away. Everybody got just
+what they wanted; and Hedwig's mother was very
+pleased with her ribbon, and promised to let father
+share it. Next day her mother went over to
+the farm with Hedwig, who begged Aunt Ottilia's
+pardon, and received the kittens as a token of her
+forgiveness.</p>
+
+<p>So, after all the trouble, Hedwig's presents were
+a great success.</p>
+
+<p class="right smcap">Maggie Browne.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="The_Legend_Of_The_Reeds" id="The_Legend_Of_The_Reeds"></a>THE LEGEND OF THE REEDS.</h2>
+
+<div class="width350">
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 95px; height: 85px;">
+<img src="images/i122.jpg" width="95" height="85" alt="W" title="W" /></div>
+<p><span class="smcap">hat</span>
+are the river reeds whispering,<br />
+<span class="two">In music so sweet and low?</span><br />
+Ah, these are the words they murmur,<br />
+<span class="two">"My tale would you like to know?"</span><br />
+<br />
+"O reeds by the shining water,<br />
+<span class="two">I'll listen all day, all day,</span><br />
+If you will tell me your story<br />
+<span class="two">Whilst the river rolls away."</span><br />
+<br />
+Spake the reed&mdash;"I'm a maid named Syrinx,<br />
+<span class="two">And there once lived a god named Pan;</span><br />
+He liked me, but I didn't like him,<br />
+<span class="two">So away to the woods I ran.</span><br />
+<br />
+"I ran very swiftly, but swifter<br />
+<span class="two">The rough god Pan did pursue,</span><br />
+Then I cried to the gods, on Olympus,<br />
+<span class="two">'There are none to help me but you!'</span><br />
+<br />
+"I came to a shining river,<br />
+<span class="two">And thirsty I stooped to drink,</span><br />
+And the kindly gods changed me into<br />
+<span class="two">A reed on the river's brink.</span><br />
+<br />
+"Then Pan grew quite melancholy,<br />
+<span class="two">And gathered the reeds, and made</span><br />
+A pipe; and he thought of me ever<br />
+<span class="two">When he on his pan-pipe played."</span><br />
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359"></a>[Pg 359]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="A_Few_Words_About_Tattooing" id="A_Few_Words_About_Tattooing"></a>A FEW WORDS ABOUT TATTOOING.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/i125.jpg" width="400" height="450" alt="Illustration: TATTOOED NEW ZEALANDER" title="Illustration: TATTOOED NEW ZEALANDER" />
+<span class="smcap">tattooed new zealander.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap126"><span class="dropcap">S</span></span><span class="smcap">ome</span>
+of the readers of these pages, I dare say,
+saw King Tawhiao, the Maori chief, who
+visited England in the summer of 1884. If
+so, they could not have failed to notice the
+curious designs that were traced upon his face.
+These scroll-like marks were the result of an operation
+which lasted for six weeks, and which was attended
+with extreme pain.
+The process is called tattooing,
+and a person who
+has undergone it is said
+to be tattooed. It is practised
+very extensively amongst
+the natives of New
+Zealand and the South
+Sea Islands generally,
+women as well as men,
+whose bodies are covered
+with patterns of an
+elaborate, or fantastic,
+or picturesque description,
+though sometimes
+the design is of a comparatively
+simple sort.
+Nearly every British
+sailor has tattoo-marks
+on his arm&mdash;an anchor,
+ship, initials, or what
+not&mdash;and unless I am
+much mistaken, some
+of the lads now perusing
+these sentences have
+now and then ornamented (or disfigured) their
+hands and arms with similar signs.</p>
+
+<p>In New Zealand the tattoo-marks run in unbroken
+lines, while in the South Sea Islands
+they are in dotted lines. The pain of the process
+in both cases is most acute, especially in the
+former. In New Zealand the figures are formed
+by driving little chisels, which have been dipped
+in some colouring-matter, through the skin. In
+the South Sea Islands a series of punctures are
+made with a fish-bone, which is, however, sometimes
+used as a needle. Every variety of design is
+employed&mdash;trees, flowers, animals, weapons, and
+so forth. It is considered a disgrace for the
+person being tattooed to give way to any sign of
+suffering, but as the pain is so exquisite, cries of
+torture occasionally rise to the lips. In order,
+therefore, to drown such cries, and so preserve the
+patient's reputation for bravery, it is usual for a
+number of his female friends to sing songs throughout
+the operation. Some tattooers acquire great
+skill in their art, and will form a design which
+shall be beautiful, elaborate, or otherwise, according
+to the fee. But in any case it is well to deal liberally
+with the artist, lest he should allow the chisel to
+slip "accidentally on purpose," and produce a
+permanent disfigurement instead of a fine design.
+The colouring-matter in which the tool is dipped
+is a thick mixture, prepared
+by rubbing down
+charcoal in oil or water.
+The pattern appears
+black on a brown skin,
+and dark blue on the skin
+of a white man, and is of
+course indelible.</p>
+
+<p>Since the process is so
+painful, why do the Maoris
+and others submit themselves
+to it? They
+look upon the tattooing
+as a kind of personal
+adornment; and, you
+know, there is no accounting
+for tastes.
+The ways of savage
+and civilised races are
+past finding out. Some
+wear articles in their
+noses, ears, and lips;
+others flatten the heads
+of their babies. Chinese
+ladies' feet are
+compressed to such an extent that they wobble
+when they walk. The Zulus and other peoples
+arrange their hair in the most extraordinary styles.
+These peculiar fashions are no doubt indulged in
+under the impression that they add to the beauty
+of those who adopt them. And so we find it in
+the case of tattooing, though the custom is also
+supposed&mdash;in the case of men&mdash;to mark the
+transition from youth to manhood, being performed
+usually at that period. To a small extent it is
+also believed to be employed as a badge of mourning
+or sign of respect for a departed friend. The
+tattoo is regarded as an honour, and is reserved for
+free men only, slaves in New Zealand not being
+permitted to undergo the operation. Oddly
+enough, those who are accustomed to see tattooed
+people think that natives without it look bare and
+"unfinished." Tattooing is said to be on the wane.
+If it be so, it is quite possible that Macaulay's famous
+New Zealander may present none of those marks
+which distinguished the features of King Tawhiao.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360"></a>[Pg 360]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_December" id="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_December"></a>THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN DECEMBER.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap129"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span>
+present month undoubtedly
+presents fewer floral attractions
+than any other in the whole
+year. Everything is in a torpid
+state of existence, and the
+combined forces of frost, snow,
+wind, and rain render December
+unpleasant both indoors
+and out. The only kinds of
+vegetation which seem to flourish just now are the
+insignificant, but wonderfully beautiful, mosses and
+lichens which everywhere clothe the rock and tree
+and hedge with their diverse forms and hues. Unlike
+flowering plants, they do not require culture of
+any sort, their beauty being wholly of a more or
+less microscopic nature, and their nourishment is
+derived from the atmosphere rather than by
+means of roots.</p>
+
+<table summary="asterism">
+<tr>
+<td class="center mono">
+*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>It is during such dull and lifeless months as
+December that our attention becomes more
+engrossed with individual floral beauty, than it does
+when the display is both extensive and varied.
+To obtain even a few flowers at this time of
+the year much previous care and attention must
+have been expended. Where one plant is detected
+in making more headway than others
+its flowering-period may be greatly facilitated
+by carefully guarding it from the evil effects of
+excessive rains and strong winds; this may be
+easily done by placing an inverted bell-glass over
+the plants, invariably lifting this off on fine
+and warm days, and whenever there is no fear
+of damage from sudden winds or rains. Stifling
+hardy plants by keeping them in a confined atmosphere,
+whether indoors or out, is the worst possible
+plan to follow in order to procure early <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;blooms&quot; without a period">blooms.</ins></p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>An important feature in connection with next
+summer's display must now be considered, and the
+preliminary arrangements carried out as far as
+possible during the present month; it consists in
+the formation of new shapes of beds, and a general
+reconstruction of design. But, as we have
+previously intimated, it is most undesirable to
+have a small garden chopped up into a number
+of beds, as then the greater part of space
+will be needlessly taken up by walks. Too
+much uniformity is just as undesirable as an excess
+of irregularities. No change of any sort should be
+carried out without well considering whether such
+would be for the better, and also whether the
+garden in its altered state would yield a correspondingly
+greater amount of real pleasure, tantamount
+to the time and trouble involved in effecting the
+change. Presupposing that some change or other
+is to be done, great care must be taken not to
+destroy the roots of various perennials, which may
+be hidden beneath the surface, as many a rare and
+beautiful plant is in this manner often destroyed.</p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>The amount of planting to be done now is by no
+means extensive, but it should only be done in dry
+weather. Narcissus, crocus, hyacinths, and tulips
+should be all in the ground by the end of this
+month at the very latest, and will produce bloom in
+very desirable succession to those planted a
+month or two previously. A surfacing of cocoanut-fibre
+refuse, which may be obtained from most
+seedsmen or nurserymen, will be found an excellent
+protection against frosts, and also against the
+ravages of slugs. The curious roots of ranunculus
+should be at once planted; these roots consist of
+small, fleshy, spindle-shaped claws, which are
+united at the crown. In planting, the claws should
+point <i>downwards</i>. Few late spring flowering
+plants excel the ranunculus in richness of colour;
+and to be grown with any degree of success a rich
+soil is essential, one of light loam, leaf-mould, and
+spent hot-bed materials forming the best compost.
+A distance of six inches apart each way, and a
+depth of about two inches will suffice for these
+plants, and a warm sunny spot is most suitable.
+The roots are very cheap, a dozen of various colours
+costing only threepence or fourpence.</p>
+
+<p class="center mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>Anemones constitute a race of very pretty,
+delicate, and showy spring flowers, having varieties
+of nearly every hue, both single and double, but
+the former class is much preferable. They thrive
+best in good loamy soil, which has been well manured
+the year previous to planting. Roots should be
+obtained and planted&mdash;at about 4 in. apart&mdash;as soon
+as possible, the sooner the better, so that the plants
+will be sturdy and well grown before the very
+severe weather commences. Roots cost about nine-pence
+or one shilling per dozen. Unless the charming
+lily of the valley be already an inmate of our
+Children's Own Garden, a few "crowns" should be
+now purchased and placed in almost any part
+of the garden, but thorough drainage is most
+essential. Whilst thriving in any ordinary soil,
+they produce very fine bloom when in a rich porous
+compost. The roots should be taken up, divided,
+and replanted separately once in every four years.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361"></a>[Pg 361]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="A_Race_For_A_Cat" id="A_Race_For_A_Cat"></a>A RACE FOR A CAT.</h2>
+
+<h4>A FAIRY STORY.</h4>
+
+<div class="figleft1" style="width: 293px;">
+<img src="images/i132.jpg" width="293" height="394" alt="Illustration: A CAT WAS LYING ... UPON A CHAIR" title="Illustration: A CAT WAS LYING ... UPON A CHAIR" />
+<span class="smcap">"a cat was lying ... upon a chair"</span>
+</div>
+<p><br /><span class="smcap">oo</span>
+small!
+too small!"
+so the birds
+sang, so the
+roses whispered,
+so the
+bees hummed.</p>
+
+<p>"She will
+creep in at
+the window,"
+said the mother,
+who was
+kneeling beside
+a little
+child. "Only
+a small child
+can do that."</p>
+
+<p>But the
+window shut
+down suddenly
+with a bang, and the house to which it
+belonged began to move away, slowly at first,
+then quicker and quicker, until it was out of sight
+altogether. The child began to sob, and said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Nan will run after it."</p>
+
+<p>Ah! such a flutter among the roses, and such
+a twittering amongst the birds, whilst the bees
+hummed&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="four">"Too small, too small!<br /></span>
+<span class="four">She should be tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">If she would catch the house at all."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>And the birds sang&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="four">"She must grow,<br /></span>
+<span class="four">We all do know;<br /></span>
+<span class="two">And that's a process very slow."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>"It will be years," said the mother, "before she
+grows tall."</p>
+
+<p>"Pooh! porridge!" said a toy dog that was
+lying on the ground.</p>
+
+<p>The mother turned round.</p>
+
+<p>The little dog was standing upright, and had
+pricked up his ears.</p>
+
+<p>"Porridge, porridge!" he said, and he kept
+saying it over so many times that at last the mother
+thought there must be something in it.</p>
+
+<h4>II.</h4>
+
+<p>So the mother made some porridge, and Nan
+began to eat it.</p>
+
+<p>At the first plateful she could look over the table;
+at the second she reached up to her mother's
+shoulder; at the third she was taller than her mother.</p>
+
+<p>"Stop! stop!" said the mother, as Nan began
+upon the fourth plate; "you'll be a giantess; and
+your legs are so thin, I am afraid they will break
+in two. You look as if you were on stilts."</p>
+
+<p>"One must have long legs," said Nan, "in order
+to run fast. It was the woolly dog that thought
+of it," she added, and she would have stooped
+down to pat the toy dog, with its red morocco
+collar, but she was so high up that she found it
+a difficult matter to bend down. "I am as stiff as
+a poker," said she.</p>
+
+<p>The woolly dog, however, understood what she
+wanted, and he jumped upon a chair, then upon
+the table, and finally into Nan's arms.</p>
+
+<p>She would have given him some porridge, but
+her mother said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"No; if he should grow as tall as you, we should
+not know what to do with him."</p>
+
+<p>Then the little dog laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps he will run away with the spoon,"
+said Nan.</p>
+
+<p>But no; he was an honest little dog, and did not
+think of doing anything of the kind.</p>
+
+<h4>III.</h4>
+
+<p>On the opposite side of the house was an old
+gentleman in a velvet cap. He had a paper in his
+hand, and was trying to teach something to a boy
+who was on the other side of the trellis. But the
+boy was not attending to him, though he kept his
+eyes fixed upon the paper.</p>
+
+<p>No; he was muttering&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"The little cat was in the house, and the house
+moved away. It must have been an enchanted
+house and an enchanted cat."</p>
+
+<p>"What are you saying?" asked the old gentleman.
+"That is not on the paper."</p>
+
+<p>Then the boy looked up and said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"If I'd seven-leagued boots, I'd go after them."</p>
+
+<p>"That is certainly not written down there,"
+answered the old gentleman. "Of what are you
+thinking, Ulick?"</p>
+
+<p>"Of the house that stood close by this house.
+I had a dream last night that it moved away, and
+that the little cat with which I played had also
+gone, and I want to go after them."</p>
+
+<p>"You talk nonsense, Ulick. How can a house
+made of bricks and mortar and heavy beams of
+wood move away?"</p>
+
+<p>"That I know not; but it is gone. I hear it
+now rumbling away in the distance, as if it were
+on great wheels&mdash;I do really," answered Ulick.</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362"></a>[Pg 362]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i134.jpg" width="600" height="516" alt="Illustration: THE MOTHER ... WAS KNEELING BESIDE A LITTLE CHILD" title="Illustration: THE MOTHER ... WAS KNEELING BESIDE A LITTLE CHILD" />
+<span class="smcap">"the mother ... was kneeling beside a little child"</span> (<a href="#Page_361"><i>p</i>. 361</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p>The old gentleman, who often came to chat
+with Ulick, and to try to teach him various things,
+felt quite vexed, and he folded up his paper, and
+shut up his camp-stool and went away.</p>
+
+<p>When he had gone an old hen turned round and
+spoke to Ulick.</p>
+
+<p>"You can hear us, for you have the right sort
+of ears, but the old man cannot. It is quite true:
+the house has gone."</p>
+
+<p>"Where?"</p>
+
+<p>The rabbits were listening, with their long ears
+erect.</p>
+
+<p>"That I cannot tell, but Nan is going after
+it."</p>
+
+<p>"Nan! but she is so small."</p>
+
+<p>"Is she?" exclaimed the hen. "You should see
+her now that she has eaten the porridge: she is
+much taller than her mother, and her legs are so
+long that she can skim over the ground like an
+ostrich."</p>
+
+<p>"Then she will get the cat."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps. One does not know," answered the
+hen.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope she will," said a young rabbit.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope she won't," said an old rabbit, "for then
+she will bring her back here."</p>
+
+<p>There was a groan amongst the rabbits and the
+poultry. And then the Virginian creeper, that was
+twisting and turning and throwing its leaves about
+all over the trellis, began to quiver and shake as if
+it were trying to say
+something, and at last a
+very tiny voice came from
+one of the shoots, and
+said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Should Nan the flying house o'ertake,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">She will with it long journeys make,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">And come back here no more."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>The fowls and rabbits
+were glad to hear this,
+but Ulick said&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Nan shall not overtake
+the house; Nan
+shall not have the dear
+little cat."</p>
+
+<h4>IV.</h4>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 163px;">
+<img src="images/i136.jpg" width="163" height="600" alt="Illustration: SHE WAS SO HIGH UP" title="Illustration: SHE WAS SO HIGH UP" />
+<span class="smcap">"she was so high up"</span> (<a href="#Page_361"><i>p</i>. 361</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p>"Nan will soon be
+tired," said Ulick; "besides,
+she does not know
+where to go."</p>
+
+<p>"Do you?"</p>
+
+<p>Ulick
+started, for he could see no one.
+Still he was not surprised, for
+since the rabbits and fowls
+and Virginian creeper had
+begun to talk there was no
+reason why other things
+should not also. It must
+have been some sensible
+creature; and he began to
+consider the point.</p>
+
+<p>No, he did not know
+where the house had gone;
+he did not suppose that
+even the top of the tallest
+chimney would be visible, or
+even the smoke from it.
+The house might have gone
+along the straight road, or
+have turned to the right or
+left, he could not tell. And
+Ulick sat down upon a large
+moss-covered stone, and felt
+very despondent.</p>
+
+<p>"What's the matter, little
+man?" asked his big brother
+Ben, who happened to come
+up at the moment. And
+Ulick told him of his difficulty.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! if that is all," said
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363"></a>[Pg 363]</span>
+
+big Ben, "I will start you on your journey, for I
+know which way the house went. I saw it rumbling
+along the road, and then it turned off to the right
+and kept a straight line over the country; nothing
+stopped it, hedges, ditches, or anything else."</p>
+
+<p>And he took Ulick's hand, and went out upon
+the road with him. Ulick half turned and kissed
+his hand to his own home.</p>
+
+<p>"What is that for?" asked Ben.</p>
+
+<p>"For 'good-bye,' if I don't come back again. The
+house might take me away altogether, you know."</p>
+
+<p>Ben laughed.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, then, boy, start off,
+for there in the distance over
+the corn-fields you can just
+see the house. There, there&mdash;do
+you see it&mdash;moving
+along?"</p>
+
+<p>"No&mdash;yes&mdash;no&mdash;yes, yes I
+do. But what is that?"</p>
+
+<h4>V.</h4>
+
+<p>"What is that? why, a pole
+with a flag on the top," said
+Ben.</p>
+
+<p>"No, no," said Ulick, "that&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, it's Nan flying along.
+What long legs she has! She
+goes so fast that she seems as
+if she were in two places at
+once."</p>
+
+<p>"There are two girls running,"
+said Ulick, "and one
+seems to be overtaking the
+other all the time."</p>
+
+<p>"No, there is but one," answered
+Ben, "but she is here
+and there so quickly that you
+seem to see her in two places
+at once&mdash;you understand what
+I mean.  And it looks exactly like two people."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know," said Ulick; "I am sure there
+are two Nans. What long legs!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, porridge has done that. You should
+have had some porridge. You'll never overtake
+her."</p>
+
+<p>But Ulick started off. Ben watched him out
+of sight, and then went home.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i138.jpg" width="600" height="597" alt="Illustration: HE HAD A PAPER IN HIS HAND" title="Illustration: HE HAD A PAPER IN HIS HAND" />
+<span class="smcap">"he had a paper in his hand"</span> (<a href="#Page_361"><i>p</i>. 361</a>).
+</div>
+
+<h4>VI.</h4>
+
+<p>Now, all this time a cat was lying comfortably
+upon a chair in the house that was running away.</p>
+
+<p>The chair was covered with red velvet, and
+there was a bright fire in the room, that sparkled
+and glowed and made all the furniture in it shine.</p>
+
+<p>The cat looked up and then she purred, saying&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Till there is a place<br /></span>
+<span class="four">Where gamekeepers are not,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">My house shall not stay<br /></span>
+<span class="four">In any spot."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>And the house with the cat in it went on and on,
+until it came to a far-off place where there were no
+houses and no gamekeepers, and no fear of traps.
+Then it stopped with such a jerk that the front
+door flew open, and a woolly dog, with a red
+morocco collar and very stiff legs, came in,
+crying out&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"She is coming, she is coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="four">She will like a cup of tea.<br /></span>
+<span class="two">She must be quite hot with running,<br /></span>
+<span class="four">She is coming after me."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>"Who is <i>she</i>?" asked the cat.</p>
+
+<p>Then said the dog&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Little Nan, she ate the porridge,<br /></span>
+<span class="four">And she grew quite tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">But when she has reached your cottage<br /></span>
+<span class="four">She will be quite small."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>"Why?" asked the cat.</p>
+
+<p>"Because the effect of the porridge only lasts
+whilst she is running."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh!" responded the cat.</p>
+
+<p>Upon which Nan herself came running in, and
+she was no larger than when her mother was
+kneeling beside her in the garden.</p>
+
+<p>"O my dear, dearest, darling, little pussy-cat! I
+have found you again, and we will live together
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364"></a>[Pg 364]</span>
+
+always, and you will let me play with you. I am
+so glad to see you again."</p>
+
+<p>The cat purred and rubbed her head against
+Nan, as much as to say "Yes."</p>
+
+<p>And the woolly dog barked for joy.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i139.jpg" width="600" height="247" alt="Illustration: 'THERE ARE TWO GIRLS RUNNING,' SAID ULICK" title="Illustration: 'THERE ARE TWO GIRLS RUNNING,' SAID ULICK" />
+<span class="smcap">"'there are two girls running,' said ulick"</span> (<a href="#Page_363"><i>p</i>. 363</a>).
+</div>
+
+<p>So Nan had won the race.</p>
+
+<p>Nan looked out of the window and nodded to
+Ulick, who was panting in the distance. She also
+held up the cat for him to see.</p>
+
+<p>There was no longer any need for Ulick to run,
+for everything round him was shouting&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Nan has won the race!"</p>
+
+<p>Yes, he knew that she had, and he wept bitterly
+and went home again. Perhaps if he had also
+eaten the porridge he might have outstripped Nan.</p>
+
+<p>No one ever saw the house again, though once it
+returned to the spot upon which it had stood near
+Ulick's home. It did not stay long there, only just
+long enough for Nan's mother to pack up her
+clothes and join her little girl, who was too small
+to live by herself.</p>
+
+<p>Then the front door shut quite tightly, and the
+house fled away faster than ever, and never
+stopped until it had reached a beautiful island far,
+far away in the middle of the sea. There it
+paused, for no gamekeepers, or traps, or cruel boys
+were to be found there. And in the house on the
+beautiful island Nan and her mother, and the cat,
+and the toy dog lived peacefully and happily for
+ever and ever.</p>
+
+<p class="right smcap">Julia Goddard.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="Ethels_Pink_Plant" id="Ethels_Pink_Plant"></a>ETHEL'S PINK PLANT;</h2>
+
+<h4>AND WHAT HAPPENED TO IT.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap143"><span class="dropcap">E</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">thel</span>
+was always trying to write
+poetry, but it was so hard to
+find rhymes. When the cat
+killed the big pink begonia, she
+did manage to find a rhyme;
+and she thought the epitaph
+looked beautiful printed in violet
+ink on a piece of paper&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Here my poor begonia lies.<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Drop a tear and wipe your eyes."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>These were the only verses Ethel ever made.
+Perhaps we are beginning near the end of the
+story. You may want to know what the big pink
+begonia was, and how the cat killed it.</p>
+
+<p>The beginning of this sad story was a red ribbon
+bow with a kitten behind it: the bow was so big
+and the cat was so little, that the ribbon looked
+much more important than the kitten that wore it.
+Ethel called the kitten Kafoozalum: Tom talked
+of the bow with the cat behind it; to which Ethel
+retorted: "The ribbon becomes her very much,
+Tom. Boys have no taste."</p>
+
+<p>Early in the summer&mdash;about the time that the
+kitten was a weak little squeaker in a basket of
+straw with the cat of the house next door&mdash;Ethel
+was given a plant as a present. There had never
+before been a begonia in her mother's greenhouse;
+and Ethel knew very little about it, except that
+any rough treatment would kill it. The begonia
+grew very fast. It became a tall plant, with
+beautiful large reddish-veined leaves, and it was
+covered with a cloud of pink blossoms.</p>
+
+<p>One day Ethel ran out of the conservatory in a
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365"></a>[Pg 365]</span>
+
+hurry and left the door open; and Kafoozalum&mdash;the
+red bow with the kitten behind it&mdash;ran into
+the conservatory in a hurry, as she had never had
+the chance before. Tom, coming home from school,
+went, watering-pot in hand, to attend to his
+geranium-slips; he found the door open, and the
+kitten nearly on its head in frantic attempts to roll
+in the begonia pot.</p>
+
+<p>A few weeks after, all the pink bloom was gone.
+The begonia, branch and leaf, died away. There
+was nothing left but a dry brown stump.</p>
+
+<p>"It is dead!" cried Ethel. "A knock or a rub
+kills the young shoots. Mrs. Smith told me so.
+Kafoozalum rubbed and knocked it enough to kill
+it all."</p>
+
+<p>"Tears! tears for the begonia!" laughed Tom.
+"Why, Ethel, I thought nothing but the death of
+Kafoozalum would reduce you to tears."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! Tom, but you don't know how fond I was
+of that plant. It was the only one I ever had. I
+feel almost as if it was <i>really alive</i> once, and dead
+now! I shall make it a grave and bury it."</p>
+
+<p>Tom seemed very much amused at this idea&mdash;because
+the begonia was buried already in its own
+pot&mdash;and Ethel could not bear his making fun about
+it. So she ran away to her mother's room, with
+tears in her eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"Mother, how do you spell 'begonia'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, dear? who are you writing to?"</p>
+
+<p>"My poor begonia is quite dead," sobbed Ethel,
+with a gulp of grief. "I want to write its epitaph."</p>
+
+<p>"You mustn't cry about it now, Ethel dear. It
+could not feel. I shall get you another next
+summer."</p>
+
+<p>But the only consolation Ethel could get was the
+writing of the epitaph. She worked at this for
+half an hour, and smeared herself very much with
+violet ink.</p>
+
+<p>"Here is laid my pink begonia," was her first
+attempt.</p>
+
+<p>Tom came into the room to learn his lessons
+at the other side of the table.</p>
+
+<p>"Tom," she said, "please don't say your verbs
+out loud. I can't write poetry when you do. Tell
+me a rhyme for begonia. 'Here is laid my pink
+begonia.'"</p>
+
+<p>"'Toss it over the wall, or let it alone-will-you?'
+That is the only rhyme in the English language,"
+said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"You are very unkind," said Ethel, leaning her
+cheek on an inky hand, and rubbing her hair till it
+was a wild black mane. Then she tried what
+would happen if she began in quite a different
+way. At last she read out in sad tones:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Here my poor begonia lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Drop a tear and wipe your eyes."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>To which Tom only answered in a jaunty tone,
+throwing his penknife out of his pocket.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Here's my knife to bury your roots,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Lock the greenhouse, and wipe your boots."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>Ethel's mouth gave a little twitch; but she would
+not laugh when Tom made fun of her poetry.</p>
+
+<p>She went into the greenhouse, carrying a piece
+of black stuff and a pair of scissors, the penknife,
+and her verses printed in violet.</p>
+
+<p>Then she dug a hole in the earthen floor, under
+the greenhouse shelf, in a warm corner near the
+pipes. Next she dug her begonia root out of the
+pot, popped it into the hole, and covered it up, and
+left a bit of stick standing upright, holding in a
+notch the wonderful epitaph.</p>
+
+<p>Tom found her there, drying and smearing her
+face with an earthy corner of her pinafore.
+Tom had Kafoozalum peeping out from under
+his jacket-front; but Ethel sobbed afresh at the
+sight of the red bow with the kitten behind it.</p>
+
+<p>"Come and take care of my geraniums with me,
+Ethel," said Tom.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! boo-hoo-no-no! You are very unkind."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, what have I done? <i>I</i> didn't roll on my
+head in the begonia pot, did I, pussy?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! boo-hoo&mdash;go 'way!"</p>
+
+<p>So Tom went away. But the next time Ethel
+went into the greenhouse with a bright face, she
+could not help laughing at Tom's addition to her
+verses. She read:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Here my poor begonia lies,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Drop a tear and wipe your eyes&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="two">The door was open&mdash;if you had locked it,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">The bow with the kitten couldn't have knocked it."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>The winter passed; and Ethel's birthday came
+in the spring.</p>
+
+<p>"Here is a silver pencil for you to write poetry
+with," said Tom, mischievously. Poetry or not
+the silver pencil was worth having, and Ethel felt
+that teasing Tom was fond of her. Ah! what
+could she do without Tom, or without the teasing
+either? "Come into the greenhouse," he said;
+"there's a begonia for you."</p>
+
+<p>"Is there? I thought I had all my presents."</p>
+
+<p>She went racing to the greenhouse, and came back
+with a disappointed face. "Why do you cheat me,
+Tom? This is not the first of April."</p>
+
+<p>"Come and see." He led her into the greenhouse
+to the pink begonia's grave.</p>
+
+<p>They both stooped down to the corner of the
+earthen floor near the hot pipes.</p>
+
+<p>There was a dark red folded leaf growing above
+the earth.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Tom! it is my own dear old plant."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes&mdash;it is growing up again for another
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366"></a>[Pg 366]</span>
+
+summer," he said. "I found it a week ago; but
+I kept it for a birthday surprise."</p>
+
+<p>"Tom," said Ethel, seizing his arm in her delight,
+"put my poetry in your pocket, and let us go and
+ask mother if we should put it in a pot."</p>
+
+<p>"What? put the poetry in a pot? Whatever for?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! no, I didn't mean that at all&mdash;I mean&mdash;&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind&mdash;here go the verses, though they've
+served their turn."</p>
+
+<p>So the pink plant went into a pot again, and
+grew more beautiful than ever; and the only
+poetry Ethel ever made went into Tom's pocket.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<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</span> ("<span class="smcap">Old Merry</span>").</h4>
+
+<h4>VI.&mdash;THE MONUMENTS.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap150"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">s</span>
+we walk round the building once more,
+I shall not attempt even to name the
+greater number of the Monuments, but
+confine myself to telling you something
+about the more remarkable ones. The earliest
+monuments were really the tombs of persons
+buried here; many of the modern ones simply
+commemorate illustrious men and women buried
+elsewhere.</p>
+
+<p>We will first make the round of the chapels, and
+begin with that of St. Benedict, where once an
+indulgence of two years and forty days could be
+obtained by hearing mass at the altar. But the
+altar has gone, and in its place rises the stately tomb
+of Frances Howard, Countess of Hertford, whose
+effigy lies where once stood the candlesticks and
+sacred host. Close by is the tomb of Archbishop
+Langham, who was buried here in 1376, with his
+head towards the altar, little dreaming that that
+altar would ever be displaced to make room for the
+tomb of a heretic lady.</p>
+
+<p>Through an ancient oaken screen we enter the
+adjacent Chapel of St. Edmund. Here is the
+once beautiful tomb of William de Valence, Earl
+of Pembroke, and half-brother to Henry III. Some
+of the monuments in this chapel are of great
+interest as examples of ancient art, but there is
+not much to say about their occupants. Frances
+Hokes, who died in 1622, is represented in Greek
+costume, and Horace Walpole and others have
+highly praised this statue. Close by lies Lady
+Knollys, who attended Anna Boleyn on the scaffold.
+In the monument of Elizabeth Russell we have
+the earliest of the sitting figures, which have been
+so strongly condemned by many who maintain that
+a recumbent or bowed figure is the only proper
+one for a tomb. Her marble finger points to a
+death's-head at her feet, and hence arose the
+story that she died from a prick of a needle, and
+some chose to add that it was a judgment upon
+her for working on Sunday. But we must leave
+the men and women "of high degree" who throng
+this chapel, and the tiny alabaster babies of
+Edward III. in their little cradle, and pass on
+to the Chapel of St. Nicholas. This chapel is rich
+in monuments of the Elizabethan era, and was
+once bright with gold and colouring.</p>
+
+<p>Of the royal tombs in the Chapel of Henry VII.
+I have already spoken, but there are some others
+of great interest. One bay, or chapel, is nearly
+filled by the monument of James I.'s favourite
+"Steenie"&mdash;George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham,
+who was assassinated by Felton at Portsmouth,
+in 1628. In another bay are two beautiful
+modern monuments, harmonising well with their
+surroundings: the one of the Duke of Montpensier,
+brother of Louis Philippe, the other of the late
+Dean Stanley. The Duke of Richmond and his
+beautiful Duchess, "La Belle Stuart," occupy a
+bay with their colossal canopied tomb. Of the
+other tombs in the Chapel of Henry VII., we should
+specially mention that of General Monk in the
+south aisle. He had a splendid funeral. For the
+three weeks that he lay in state forty gentlemen of
+good family stood as mutes with their backs
+against the wall, twenty each day alternately.</p>
+
+<p>In the Chapel of St. Paul is the once gilded tomb
+of Lord Bourchier, the standard-bearer of Henry V.
+at the battle of Agincourt. The altar has given
+place to the tomb of Frances Sydney, the wife of
+Ratcliff, Earl of Sussex, who figures in Scott's
+story of "Kenilworth." Near at hand is the tomb
+of Sir Thomas Bromley, the Lord Chancellor, who
+presided at the trial of Mary, Queen of Scots.
+But the chief feature of this chapel is the colossal
+marble effigy of James Watt, the celebrated improver
+of the steam-engine&mdash;a splendid monument,
+from the chisel of Sir F. Chantrey.</p>
+
+<p>The adjoining chapel, dedicated to St. John the
+Baptist, contains the tomb of one of Cromwell's
+officers, Colonel Edward Popham. Where the
+altar once stood stands the loftiest monument
+in the Abbey&mdash;the tomb of Queen Elizabeth's
+Chamberlain, Lord Hundsdon. The old statesman
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367"></a>[Pg 367]</span>
+
+had waited long for an earldom, which
+the queen had granted and revoked three times
+over. She came at last to see him, and lay the
+patent and the robes of a peer on his bed.
+"Madam," said the old man, "seeing you counted
+me not worthy of this honour whilst I was living,
+I count myself unworthy of it now that I am dying."</p>
+
+<p>Visitors are not admitted into the beautifully
+sculptured, but dark, little chapel of Abbot Islip.
+Just beyond it we enter what is now called the
+eastern aisle of the south transept, formerly the
+separate chapels. Here we find the celebrated
+tomb of Sir Francis Vere. Above the warrior's
+effigy, supported by four kneeling knights, is a plain
+canopy, upon which lies his helm and breastplate.
+Looking round, we see many interesting memorials:
+Admiral Kempenfelt, who went down in the <i>Royal
+George</i>; Sir John Franklin, who perished among
+Polar icebergs: Telford, the engineer; Sir Humphry
+Davy, the philosopher: all these and many others
+are commemorated in this aisle.</p>
+
+<p>Emerging now into the north transept, we find
+ourselves amongst what has been termed "the dead
+Parliament of Britain." Famous statesmen look
+down upon us from their marble pedestals, and
+beneath the central pavement are the graves of
+Chatham, Pitt, Fox, Castlereagh, Canning,
+Wilberforce, Grattan, and Palmerston. The
+magnificent monument to the great Earl of Chatham
+cost Ł6,000. Close beside it stands the huge
+pile of sculpture by Nollekens, in memory of the
+three captains who fell in Rodney's famous victory
+over the French in April, 1782. Nearly opposite
+to Chatham's monument is Chantrey's fine statue
+of Canning. On each side the transept, and
+in the contiguous western aisle, the eye rests
+upon sculptured marble bearing honoured names&mdash;Warren
+Hastings, Richard Cobden, Palmerston,
+Beaconsfield, and others whose lives are part of our
+country's history. As we stand here we may well
+remember the words of Macaulay: "In no other
+cemetery do so many great citizens lie within so
+narrow a space. High over these venerable graves
+towers the stately monument of Chatham, and from
+above, his effigy, graven by a cunning hand, seems
+still, with eagle face and outstretched arm, to bid
+England to be of good cheer, and to hurl defiance
+at her foes."</p>
+
+<p>From the north transept we pass to the nave
+along the north aisle of the choir. Here we enter
+what has been termed a "Musicians' Corner;"
+amongst a few other organists and composers lies
+Henry Purcell, whose epitaph (written by Dryden)
+declares that he has gone to "that blessed place
+where only his harmonies can be excelled." The
+sitting figure of the great philanthropist, William
+Wilberforce, a little farther on, is not generally
+admired.</p>
+
+<p>Passing through the gate into the nave, we see
+against the choir screen on our left the monument
+of Sir Isaac Newton, with a tedious list of his discoveries.
+Proceeding along the north aisle we see to
+the left the new pulpit for the Sunday evening
+services, and near it is a brass of life-size on a slab
+covering the grave of the eminent engineer, Robert
+Stephenson. Another slab close by shows the
+Victoria Tower and a ground-plan of the Houses of
+Parliament. This is the grave of the great architect,
+Sir Charles Barry. The famous African explorer,
+David Livingstone, lies in the centre of the
+nave. Turning again to the north wall we see
+about the centre of the numerous monuments one
+to the Right Hon. Spencer Perceval, First Lord of
+the Treasury, who was shot in the House of
+Commons by Bellingham, in the afternoon of May
+11th, 1812. In this aisle I was going to say lies,
+but more correctly stands the body of Ben Jonson,
+who is buried in an upright position.</p>
+
+<p>At the end of the aisle are the monuments of a
+few famous statesmen. Among them are Mackintosh
+the historian, Tierney the orator, Lord
+Holland, Zachary Macaulay, friend of Wilberforce,
+and father of the great historian; and Charles
+James Fox. The great rivals, Fox and Pitt, as we
+have seen, are buried near each other in the transept.
+Their monuments are also near together&mdash;that
+of Pitt, by Westmacott, represents the great
+orator trampling on the French Revolution, in the
+attitude well known to the House of Commons at
+that day.</p>
+
+<p>Passing some immense military memorials of
+little interest nowadays, and the busts of Canon
+Kingsley and the poet Wordsworth, we now turn
+along the southern wall of the nave. Here is the
+monument of the dramatic poet Congreve, and that
+of Admiral Tyrrell, who was buried at sea in 1766,
+always attracts the notice of visitors. Many allegorical
+emblems surround the representation of
+the Admiral's resurrection from the depths of the sea.
+The clouds above are so like pancakes as to have
+given the tomb its familiar name of "The Pancake
+Monument." Farther east we reach the monument
+of the unfortunate Major André, executed as a spy
+by General Washington in the War of Independence.
+The monument has been frequently injured
+and repaired, as the heads of Washington or André
+have been again and again broken off by persons
+having strong sympathies for one side or the other.</p>
+
+<p>In the south aisle of the choir we pass on the
+left the curious monument of Thomas Thynne,
+representing in relief the murder of that gentleman
+in Pall Mall. In this aisle also is the monument
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368"></a>[Pg 368]</span>
+
+of the well-known Dr. Watts. It was erected here
+a century after his death; and still more recently
+two other great Dissenters were commemorated
+close by&mdash;John and Charles Wesley&mdash;the former
+the founder of the religious society that bears his
+name, and the latter justly called "the sweet singer
+of Methodism."</p>
+
+<p>Passing the remarkable monument which shows
+us Admiral Shovel dressed as a dandy of the
+period, and reclining on cushions under a canopy,
+we enter the south transept, or Poets' Corner.
+Geoffrey Chaucer was the pioneer of the children
+of genius in this hallowed spot. He was buried
+here in 1400. Nearly two hundred years passed
+on, then Spenser was laid near by. As we gaze
+round us we behold such a crowd of honoured
+names that it is difficult to select any for special
+mention. Just at our feet is the black marble
+slab that covers the grave of Charles Dickens.
+Close by lie the historians Grote and Lord
+Macaulay. Other gravestones cover the mortal
+remains of the wit Sheridan, the learned Dr.
+Johnson, Old Parr (who lived under ten kings and
+queens, from Edward IV. to Charles I.), &amp;c. The
+monument of Cowley recalls his grand funeral,
+which was attended by about a hundred coaches
+full of nobility and eminent personages. Close by
+is a noble bust with the simple inscription&mdash;"J.
+Dryden." The monuments to Milton and
+Shakespeare were erected here by admirers long
+after their death, and are quite unworthy of their
+fame. Gray, Thomson, Goldsmith, and many
+other poets who were not buried here, are commemorated
+on the walls and columns. The beautiful
+bust of the poet Longfellow is one of the most
+recent additions to the interesting features of
+Poets' Corner. A tablet to Granville Sharp reminds
+us how that good man exerted himself on behalf
+of the slave Somerset, and procured from twelve
+English judges the famous decision "that as soon
+as any slave sets his foot on English ground he is
+free." The allegorical pile in memory of the
+"Great Duke of Argyll" strikes the eye of every
+visitor. The monument to Dr. Busby, the famous
+Westminster schoolmaster, is a fine piece of
+sculpture. Addison represents Sir Roger de
+Coverley as standing before it and saying, "Dr.
+Busby! a great man; he whipped my grandfather;
+a very great man! I should have gone to him
+myself, if I had not been a blockhead&mdash;a very
+great man." If we turn round we see the statue
+of Addison himself, by Westmacott, in the farther
+corner of the transept. He was very fond of
+meditating in the old Abbey, and in the <i>Spectator</i>
+are many beautiful thoughts suggested by his visits
+to the place. I will conclude our survey of the
+tombs with a few of his words:&mdash;"When I look
+upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy
+dies within me; when I read the epitaph of the
+beautiful every inordinate desire goes out;
+when I meet with the grief of parents upon a
+tombstone, my heart melts with compassion;
+when I see the tomb of the parents themselves I
+consider the vanity of grieving for those whom
+we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying
+by those who have deposed them, when I consider
+rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men
+who divided the world by their contests and
+disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment
+on the little competitions, factions, and debates of
+mankind. When I read the several dates of the
+tombs, of some that died yesterday and some that
+died six hundred years ago, I consider that day
+when we shall all make our appearance together."</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2><a name="The_Birds_Petition" id="The_Birds_Petition"></a>THE BIRDS' PETITION.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap157"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">e</span>
+four little birdies, scarce able to fly,<br />
+<span class="two">Are starv'd with the cold of the frosty sky;<br /></span>
+Through the trees and the hedgerows the white snow is driven,<br />
+And lies around everywhere under the heaven;<br />
+<span class="two">It hangs on the woods, it covers the wold,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">It spreads over city, and hamlet, and hold.<br /></span>
+<br />
+<span class="two">Happy ye little folk! sheltered at home<br /></span>
+<span class="two">From the blasts that over the white world roam;<br /></span>
+You are merry and gay 'mid your plentiful stores,<br />
+Oh, think of us ready to die out of doors!<br />
+<span class="two">The ground yields no worm, few berries the trees,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Oh, throw us some crumbs, little folk, if you please!<br /></span>
+<br />
+<span class="two">So, when the summer-time comes with the flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Decking the meadows, the wild wood, and bowers,<br /></span>
+Every garden and grove shall resound with our song:<br />
+Oh, hear now our cry, for the winter is long!<br />
+<span class="two">The berries are scarce, so deep lies the snow,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">But there's comfort in crumbs for birdies, you know!<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369"></a>[Pg 369]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 445px;">
+<img src="images/i159.jpg" width="445" height="600" alt="Illustration: BEGGING FOR CRUMBS." title="Illustration: BEGGING FOR CRUMBS." />
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">"begging for crumbs."</span> <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;See p. 68&quot;"><i>See</i></ins> <a href="#Page_368"><i>p</i>. 368</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370"></a>[Pg 370]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="The_Editors_Pocket_Book" id="The_Editors_Pocket_Book"></a>The Editor's Pocket-book.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/i160.jpg" width="600" height="277" 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>About the Mistletoe.</h4>
+
+<p>The mistletoe is a shrub which grows or lives
+upon certain trees, such as the apple, pear, and hawthorn.
+It is found also on limes, poplars, firs, and
+sycamores, and, more rarely, on oaks&mdash;contrary to
+the popular belief. The white berries are full of a
+thick clammy juice by which the seeds are
+fastened to the branches where they take root.
+The mistletoe has been the object of a very special
+regard for centuries, and traces of this high esteem
+still survive in the well-known Christmas custom.
+One variety of this practice has it that each time a
+kiss is snatched under the mistletoe, a berry is
+plucked from the bush, and that when the berries
+have all been removed the privilege ceases. The
+Druids thought that the mistletoe which grew upon
+the oak possessed magical virtues, and they valued
+it accordingly. One of their priests in a white robe
+cut off the precious bush with a golden knife.</p>
+
+<h4>Badges of the Apostles.</h4>
+
+<p>The painters of the Middle Ages used to represent
+the Apostles with special badges which were
+generally symbolical of some incident in their lives.
+Andrew was depicted with a <i>cross</i>, because he was
+crucified; Bartholomew with a <i>knife</i>, because he was
+flayed; James the Greater with a <i>pilgrim's staff</i>
+and <i>gourd bottle</i>, because he was the patron saint of
+pilgrims; James the Less with a <i>fuller's pole</i>,
+because he was slain by Simeon the fuller with a
+blow on the head with his pole; John with <i>a cup
+and a winged serpent flying out of it</i>, in allusion to
+the tradition that the apostle was challenged by a
+priest of Diana to drink a cup of poison. John
+made the sign of the cross on the cup, whereupon
+Satan, like a dragon, flew from it, and the apostle
+drank the cup with safety. Judas was represented
+with a <i>bag</i>, because he bare the bag and "what
+was put therein;" Jude with a <i>club</i>, because he
+was killed by that weapon; Matthew with a <i>hatchet</i>,
+because he was slain by one; Matthias with a
+<i>battle-axe</i>, because after having been stoned he
+was beheaded; Paul with a <i>sword</i>, because his
+head was cut off with one; Peter with a <i>bunch of
+keys</i> and also with a <i>cock</i>, in reference to the
+familiar episodes; Philip with a <i>long staff surmounted
+by a cross</i>, because he died by being hung
+by the neck to a tall pillar; Simon with a <i>saw</i>,
+because he was sawn to death; Thomas with a
+<i>lance</i>, because his body was pierced with a lance.</p>
+
+<h4>The Yule Log.</h4>
+
+<p>Who has not heard of the huge log (or clog) of
+wood that is laid in the fireplace on Christmas
+Eve amid great pomp and ceremony? It is lighted
+with the brand of last year's log which is always
+carefully preserved for the purpose. During the
+burning of the log there is much merry-making and
+songs and dances and telling of stories. It was
+the subject of several superstitions. If it did not
+burn all night that was looked upon as a misfortune,
+and if a barefooted or squinting person came to the
+house while it was burning that also was a bad
+omen. The name Yule carries us back to the
+far-off ages when the heathen nations of the North
+held their annual winter festival in honour of the sun.</p>
+
+<h4>The Senses of Bees.</h4>
+
+<p>Experiments conducted by Sir John Lubbock
+seem to show that bees have a preference for blue
+flowers. Besides this curious display of a colour
+sense, there is some reason to believe that these
+"busy" insects may possibly possess in a very rude
+state the power of hearing. Some bees were trained
+to come for honey placed on a musical box, on the
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371"></a>[Pg 371]</span>
+
+lawn close to a window of the house. The box was
+made to play several hours daily for a fortnight; it
+was then brought indoors out of sight, but close to
+the open window, about seven yards from its former
+position. The bees did not, however, find the honey,
+though when it was once shown to them they came
+promptly enough.</p>
+
+<h4>Abolition of Christmas Day.</h4>
+
+<p>On December the 24th, 1652, there appeared in a
+small gazette called the <i>Flying Eagle</i> one of the
+most curious statements ever published in connection
+with Christmas Day. It told how the House
+of Commons had that day been considering the
+business of the Navy, and how, before it separated,
+it had been presented with a "terrible remonstrance"
+against Christmas Day. "In consequence
+of this," the <i>Flying Eagle</i> went on to say,
+"Parliament spent some time in consultation about
+the abolition of Christmas Day, passed orders to
+that effect, and resolved to sit on the following day,
+which was commonly called Christmas Day."</p>
+
+<h4>The Dancing Bird.</h4>
+
+<p>The forests of Nicaragua are the home of a
+dancing bird, variously called "Toledo" from its
+whistling note, and "Bailador," or "Dancer," from
+its curious jumping <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;action&quot; without a period">action.</ins> A naturalist has
+described their remarkable performances. Upon a
+bare twig about four feet from the ground, two
+male Bailadors were seen engaged in a song and
+dance. They were about eighteen inches apart,
+and alternately jumped two feet into the air, alighting
+always in the same spot. As soon as one
+bird alighted the other bird jumped up, their time
+being like clockwork in its regularity, and each
+"accompanying himself to the tune of '<i>to-le-do</i>'&mdash;'<i>to-le-do</i>'&mdash;'<i>to-le-do</i>,'
+sounding the syllable '<i>to</i>'
+as he crouched to spring, '<i>le</i>' while in the air, and
+'<i>do</i>' as he alighted." The performance was kept
+up for more than a minute, when the birds found
+they were being watched, and made off.</p>
+
+<h4>Americanisms.</h4>
+
+<p>A few words current in the United States are
+being gradually adopted in England. The number
+of new words coined in America is said to be very
+small indeed, as compared with the number of fresh
+meanings which certain words have been made to
+bear. Of the former "caucus"&mdash;a political committee&mdash;and
+"Yankee" are examples. Of the
+latter "smart" used for "clever," and "clever" for
+"amiable," are specimens. But even among the
+different States of the Union, verbal peculiarities
+are found. When the new Englander "guesses,"
+the Western "calculates," and the Southern
+"reckons," but these various terms are all meant
+in the one sense&mdash;namely of thinking or supposing.
+In the New England States, "ugly" is employed
+for "ill-natured," and "friends" for "relations."
+Some of the words in vogue in the Middle States
+are survivals of the original Dutch colonists&mdash;as
+"boss," an employer or manager, and "loafer," a
+vagabond. As to the Western States, it has been
+amusingly observed that "every prominent person
+has his own private vocabulary." Like the Emperor
+Sigismund the Great, who was "above grammar,"
+the Western States folk are superior to dictionaries.</p>
+
+<h4>Peacock Pie.</h4>
+
+<p>On the tables of the squires and nobles was
+sometimes seen at Christmas and other festive
+seasons a peacock pie, but so costly was the dish
+that it was only the very wealthy who could face
+such extravagance. At one end of the pie the
+peacock's head, in all its plumage and with beak
+richly gilt, appeared above the crust, while at the
+other end the tail with feathers outspread made
+a brave show. The dish, however, was regarded
+more in the light of a superb ornament to the table,
+for it was not very good eating.</p>
+
+<h4>The "Ironsides."</h4>
+
+<p>This epithet applied to the famous soldiers of
+Cromwell was at first used as a nickname of
+Cromwell himself. Mr. Picton, in his well-known
+life of the Lord Protector, quotes a letter from a
+Northampton gentleman, written just before the
+battle of Naseby. The writer speaks of King
+Charles's army as being much impressed with the
+news "that <i>Ironsides was coming</i> to join with the Parliament's
+army." And when "Ironsides" reached
+them the cavalry "gave a great shout for joy of his
+coming to them."</p>
+
+<h4>Migration of Storks.</h4>
+
+<p>The storks pass the winter in the warmer climes
+of Africa. When the time for migration has
+arrived, they leave in great flocks, flying at a considerable
+height. Their wings are large, and have
+a great sweep, and consequently, their flight is
+powerful. The company of pilgrims, when at rest,
+afford much amusement to onlookers, and as they
+have the habit of constantly clacking their bills
+together, it will be easily believed that the uproar
+thus caused is a terrible nuisance. Colonel Irby
+likens the noise to a rattle, and if you will try to
+imagine the effect of hundreds of rattles, you may,
+perhaps, be able to form some notion of the disturbance
+that these storks create at the time when
+they are enjoying periods of well-earned repose.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372"></a>[Pg 372]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<a name="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society" id="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society"></a>
+<img src="images/i165.jpg" width="550" height="41" alt="The Little Folks Humane Society" title="The Little Folks Humane Society" />
+</div>
+
+<h3><i>THIRTY-FOURTH 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'>48966 Emily L. Neul</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48967 Martha Hatch</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48968 Emily Jenn</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48969 Elzbth. Sardeson</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48970 Mary Sardeson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48971 Edith A. Capes</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48972 Agnes Pike</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48973 Emma Warman</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48974 C. H. Sardeson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48975 J. E. Sardeson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48976 Kate Probyn</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48977 Emily Probyn</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48978 Blanche Probyn</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48979 F. M. Garrett</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48980 A. G. Probyn</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48981 Frank Sorrell</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48982 Beatrice Sorrell</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48983 Emmie Mansell</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48984 Albert Mansell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48985 <span class="smcap">Winnifred M. Hodgson</span>, Sandgate</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48986 Kate Batchelor</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48987 Fredk. Wraight</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48988 Charles Wraight</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48989 Percy Gordon</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48990 Kate Gordon</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48991 Maud Gordon</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48992 Ella Gordon</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48993 Violet Gordon</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48994 Elizbth. Walkely</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48995 Fredk. Walkely</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48996 E. E. Walkely</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48997 M. A. Walkely</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48998 Nellie Pascoe</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>48999 T. E. Ellen</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49000 Clara Turner</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49001 Gussie Hills</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49002 Charley Hills</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49003 Albert Hills</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49004 B. Langford</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49005 Thos. Langford</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49006 A. Langford</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49007 James Hannon</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49008 Mary Hannon</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49009 Michael Hannon</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49010 Esther Hannon</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49011 Charles Sutton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49012 Fanny Sutton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49013 Mary Sutton</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49014 Charles Pope</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49015 George Pope</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49016 Emma Richmond</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49017 Jane Webb</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49018 Eva Burville</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49019 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;M. J Doughty&quot;">M. J. Doughty</ins></td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49020 Richard White</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49021 Sarah Garby</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49022 Edith Allebone</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49023 Annie Allebone</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49024 Anne Haynes</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49025 Anne Harnden</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49026 Nellie Sage</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49027 B. Fitheridge</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49028 Annie Phillips</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49029 Rose Hull</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49030 Emily Rogers</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49031 George Keeler</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49032 M. Cunningham</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49033 Rosetta Standing</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49034 Lorie Terry</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49035 E. Anderson</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49036 Ailie M. Tobin</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49037 <span class="smcap">Lily M. Littlewood</span>, Stoke Newington</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49038 M. E. Townsend</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49039 W. S. Townsend</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49040 A. J. Townsend</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49041 Jennie Wright</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49042 A. L. Westbeech</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49043 B. K. Wright</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49044 M. G. Wright</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49045 Ethel M. Wright</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49046 A. E. Wright</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49047 Henry J. Stanley</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49048 Annie S. Biss</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49049 Robert Blakeney</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49050 E. Blakeney</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49051 Flory W. Bailey</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49052 Norah M. Boyce</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49053 Annie Boyce</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49054 Mary Davies</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49055 Harriet Herbert</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49056 J. W. Hayden</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49057 Rupert Hailey</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49058 George D. Hare</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49059 Wm. A. Hare</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49060 B. C. Hare</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49061 Ada C. Hall</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49062 Emily G. Kent</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49063 Fredk. Kent</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49064 Arthur G. Kent</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49065 P. W. Kent</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49066 Edwd. S. Kent</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49067 Susan King</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49068 Jas. I. Langley</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49069 A. B. Littlewood</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49070 Rosa Maxwell</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49071 Annie E. Miles</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49072 P. G. Murray</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49073 H. V. Oldham</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49074 Fredk Palmer</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49075 Willie Palmer</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49076 A. G. Palmer</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49077 Wm. Reason</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49078 Emily Reason</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49079 Charles Riett</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49080 B. Scatchord</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49081 Harold Swinhoe</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49082 Charles Swinhoe</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49083 Ethel Swinhoe</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49084 D. M. Stanley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49085 Mabel C. Smith</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49086 Alice C. Smith</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49087 Blanche C. Smith</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49088 L. E. Lithgow</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49089 A. M. Gibbons</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49090 M. L. Gwyer</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49091 F. M. Hooper</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49092 E. G. Bamber</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49093 F. B. Walton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49094 Adelaide Walton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49095 Henry Blake</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49096 <span class="smcap">Emily M. Newcomen</span>, Warwick</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49097 Percy Goodacre</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49098 Arthur Goodacre</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49099 H. Goodacre</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49100 Frank Hirons</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49101 Rowland Boyes</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49102 T. Barnett</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49103 Alice Timns</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49104 Herbert Rolls</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49105 Ethel Evans</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49106 Wm. Boyes</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49107 E. Richardson</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49108 Nellie M. Fardon</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49109 Amy Wackrill</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49110 Ethel Lightoller</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49111 Annie Widdows</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49112 G. J. Wackrill</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49113 S. E. Trehearn</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49114 Jane Boyes</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49115 E. E. Humphries</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49116 William Kennett</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49117 Thos. Clements.</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49118 Elzbth. C. Heath</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49119 A. J. N. Kennett</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49120 Lilly Long</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49121 Alice Griffin</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49122 Florce. Fardon</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49123 G. Allibone</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49124 Emma Hanes</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49125 Annie Lees</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49126 A. E. Wilkins</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49127 Lizzie Randall</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49128 A. M. Pankhurst</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49129 E. Bradshaw</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49130 Annie Bailey</td><td align='right'>21</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49131 Sarah Noon</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49132 Margaret Jacobs</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49133 R. Garnham</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49134 Annie Evans</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49135 F. Bradshaw</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49136 M. A. Bradon</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49137 Elsie Dutton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49138 Harriette Dutton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49139 Florence Beech</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49140 Lizzie Beech</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49141 Maud Beech</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49142 Frank Beech</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49143 Esther Lidgett</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49144 Emily Greenfield</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49145 Janet Granfield</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49146 Geo. Bastock</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49147 W. Marshall</td><td align='right'>21</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49148 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;W Jones&quot;">W. Jones</ins></td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49149 <span class="smcap">Alice B. R. Pavey</span>, Charmouth</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49150 Jane Berry</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49151 E. H. Berry</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49152 Harold Hunter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49153 Ada Hunter</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49154 Willie Hazard</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49155 Harry Hazard</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49156 Alice Hodder</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49157 D. Nicholls</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49158 S. T. B. Rudd</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49159 Lucy G. Dunn</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49160 Mary Cozens</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49161 Annie Lockyer</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49162 Martha A. Jay</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49163 Alice L. Jay</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49164 John W. Jay</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49165 Fredk. B. Jay</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49166 Harry Pryer</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49167 Annie Pryer</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49168 Emma Pryer</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49169 Ellen Pryer</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49170 K. Norris</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49171 Frances M. Norris</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49172 A. B. Kerbey</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49173 F. E. Kerbey</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49174 G. M. Pavey</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49175 Mabel S. Jacob</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49176 A. M. Wynne</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49177 Mary F. H. Rye</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49178 L. A. A. Hatchard</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49179 A. M. Simpson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49180 Jennie C. White</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49181 F. G. Parker</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49182 F. M. Loughain</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49183 A. M. Lambert</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49184 A. M. Furlonge</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49185 Lizzie Cornick</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49186 Ida Beatty</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49187 Constance S. Bell</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49188 Mary A. Reed</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49189 Ferry L. Davis</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49190 F. T. Davis</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49191 Edith M. Millard</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49192 C. B. Millard</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49193 F. Mainwaring</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49194 E. M. Mainwaring</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49195 J. M. Venour</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49196 Ethel A. Lang</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49197 Evelyn Venour</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49198 A. M. B. Smith</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49199 F. C. B. Smith</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49200 N. B. Smith</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49201 I. M. Andrews</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49202 Florce. Berry</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49203 E. J. C. Andrews</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49204 Eva M. Clarke</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49205 L. M. Breton</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49206 Ada M. Breton</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49207 K. A. Patchell</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49208 Grace Pittock</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49209 Rose Pittock</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49210 F. G. Pittock</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49211 John Gidley</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49212 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;Elizbth. C Gidley&quot;">Elizbth. C. Gidley</ins></td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49213 M. F. Gidley</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49214 <span class="smcap">Charles Felton</span>, Hunmanby</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49215 George Coultas</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49216 Arthur Coultas</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49217 Fredk. Dosdill</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49218 George Duke</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49219 Margt. Thorpe</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49220 A. E. Thorpe</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49221 Jane Ratcliffe</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49222 Gertrude Riddell</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49223 Florence Boultby</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49224 Wm. Wightman</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49225 Nelly Parsons</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49226 Samuel Swann</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49227 Ada Ratcliffe</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49228 Mary Swann</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49229 John Swann</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49230 Florce. Bullock</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49231 Julia Boultby</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49232 Joshua Swann</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49233 Teresa Thorpe</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49234 Anne Cooper</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49235 Florence Murdy</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49236 Pollie Murdy</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49237 George Corner</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49238 Sarah Corner</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49239 Harry Wesson</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49240 Francis Fisk</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49241 Emma Brown</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49242 Louisa Swann</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49243 Clara Richardson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49244 Annie Grundy</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49245 Kate Jenkinson</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49246 Freddy Crisp</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49247 May Flower</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49248 Lina Leibrandt</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49249 Lena Leibrandt</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49250 Lizzie Denman</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49251 John Herbert</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49252 Walter J. Smith</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49253 Henry Felton</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49254 Florence Mather</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49255 William Thorpe</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49256 Gerty Adamson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49257 William Felton</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49758 John Joynes</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49259 L. Newton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49260 Herbt. Marchant</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49261 F. Abbott</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49262 Ernest Christian</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49263 Samuel Smith</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49264 Fredk. Martin</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49265 Willie Dickins</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49266 Mollie Dickins</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49267 <span class="smcap">Emily J. Rutter</span>, Chiswick</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49268 Lizzie Ravenhill</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49269 Freda Sumpter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49270 Therza Sumpter</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49271 Janet Armstrong</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49272 Ada Cleave</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49273 Annie Cleave</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49274 Emma Armstrong</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49275 A. Churchman</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49276 F. Pilkington</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49277 Eva Line</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49278 Thomas Downs</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49279 Ella Harrolt</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49280 Louise Line</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49281 Ada L. Davey</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49282 Kate Green</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49283 Lizzie Green</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49284 Sarah Smith</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49285 Ada Downs</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49286 Lily Warner</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49287 Mabel Mills</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49288 Mabel Seaton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49289 Mary A. Greatree</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49290 Augusta Meyer</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49291 Albert E. Meyer</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49292 Josephine Meyer</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49293 Mary Randall</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49294 Minnie Purser</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49295 E. C. Richardson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49296 Clara E. White</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49297 Olive E. Baxter</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49298 Harry E. Rutter</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49299 B. C. M. Praeger</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49300 Maria Elliott</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49301 Edith Elliott</td><td align='right'>2</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49302 Ada Miles</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49303 J. Gillingham</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49304 Kate Foster</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49305 Annie Knight</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49306 Alice Lord</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49307 Isabella Gabrielle</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49308 Jessie Foster</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49309 E. P. Richards</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49310 F. E. Baker</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49311 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;Annie E Jolly&quot;">Annie E. Jolly</ins></td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49312 Fredk. Meyer</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49313 Percy Tilly</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49314 Alice Mills</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49315 Bertrum Mills</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49316 C. Lambert</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49317 A. Mudd</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49318 E. Mills</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49319 Ida Bowker</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49320 Edward Eldrid</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49321 H. Bobbins</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49322 Gabriel Banderet</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49323 Anna Vivenot</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49324 Betsy Borton</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49325 Mary B. Harpin</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49326 John H. Harpin</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49327 Emma Wilkinson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49328 <span class="smcap">Bertha Cunliffe</span>, Manchester</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49329 Bernard Evans</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49330 Sarah Stott</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49331 Mary Brisbane</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49332 Samuel Brisbane</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49333 J. Wm. Brisbane</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49334 Maggie Stott</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49335 Alice Howell</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49336 Minnie Atkinson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49337 Lizzie Abbott</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49338 Maggie Brisbane</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49339 F. M. Webster</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49340 Minnie Harrison</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49341 J. Brooksbank</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49342 Mary Rangeley</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49343 H. Howell</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49344 Maud Rangeley</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49345 Maud M. Steele</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49346 G. Howell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49347 Lilian Steele</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49348 Kate Howell</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49349 Christine Lowe</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49350 Francess Parry</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49351 Kate Mence</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49352 Isabella Backwell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49353 A. Williamson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49354 Daisy Steele</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49355 Wm. Mather</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49356 Hetty Bramall</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49357 J. Brisbane</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49358 Mary E. Lloyd</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49359 Jn. L. Mather</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49360 Anne Powell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49361 Annie Mather</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49362 Ella Chorlton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49363 Edith Farnell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49364 Edna Rogerson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49365 Mary Ogden</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49366 Lillie Kennington</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49367 Jessie Mather</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49368 Agnes Currie</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49369 Edith Rhodes</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49370 Clara Emery</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49371 Arthur Mather</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49372 Jessie Leech</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49373 N. Darnborough</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49374 Annie Stretch</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49375 Lucy Birchal</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49376 Emily Mather</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49377 Sarah Gilbody</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49378 Gertrude Powell</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49379 <span class="smcap">Helen E. Ray</span>, Norwich</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49380 Edward Girling</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49381 Edith M. Bunnett</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49382 Gerty Langham</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49383 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the name is unclear in the original">G. M. Willett</ins></td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49384 Kate Dinnington</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49385 M. A. Donaldson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49386 M. S. Donaldson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49387 Grace E. Bush</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49388 Lucy Morter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49389 Mary Green</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49390 Dora Goodwyn</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49391 K. M. Ireland</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49392 C. A. H. Brown</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49393 Alice Holmes</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49394 Bessie Hubbard</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49395 Philip H. Girling</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49396 Sidney R. Ireland</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49397 Ethel Griffin</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49398 Ida J. Smith</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49399 M. M. Farmar</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49400 Margaret Cook</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49401 Helen Cook</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49402 Amy Salmon</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49403 J. M. Troughton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49404 Lizzie Shepheard</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49405 Edith A. Mack</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49406 E. J. Williams</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49407 Deborah Cook</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49408 Emma Bond</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49409 Isabel Johnson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49410 M. E. C. Wells</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49411 Ellen A. Butler</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49412 A. M. Everett</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49413 E. K. Chapman</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49414 Mabel A. Bush</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49415 M. E. E. Gooding</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49416 May Saul</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49417 Louisa Oldfield</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49418 Edith F. Salmon</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49419 E. S. Hardingham</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49420 A. E. Taylor</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49421 Martha Mase</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49422 M. H. Smyth</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49423 Helen L. Turner</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49424 Lily Girling</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49425 M. H. Everett</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49426 Caroline Garrett</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49427 M. B. Burrows</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49428 Margaret Girling</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49429 M. A. O. Self</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49430 Francis H. Duck</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49431 <span class="smcap">Beatrice E. Blades</span>, Sutton</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49432 Emmie Abbott</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49433 Amy Balcombe</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49434 I. M. Balcombe</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49435 Marian Berry</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49436 Bessie Berry</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49437 Alice Binks</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49438 Agnes Binks</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49439 Amy Binks</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49440 Emily Bower</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49441 Cordelia Bower</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49442 Nellie Bower</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49443 Ethel Bosworth</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49444 Louisa Bracey</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49445 Mabel Bracey</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49446 Alice C. Colby</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49447 Lilian Colyer</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49448 Alice Colyer</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49449 Percy Colyer</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49450 F. E. Colyer</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49451 Alice Cork</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49452 A. C. Smith</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49453 Effie Dresser</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49454 Nellie Dresser</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49455 E. R. Dresser</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49456 Alice Drew</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49457 Daisy Fisher</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49458 Winnie Fisher</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49459 Ethel Gabb</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49460 Violet Griffith</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49461 Beatrice Hobbs</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49462 Constance Home</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49463 J. E. Houlston</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49464 Pattie Huskisson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49465 Percy Huskisson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49466 Maggie Knight</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49467 Jennie Knight</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49468 Alice Lancaster</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49469 Winnie Lancaster</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49470 M. E. Langridge</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49471 Edith Larner</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49472 Ethel Mileham</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49473 Mary Perry</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49474 Jessie Miller</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49475 Maude Rayner</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49476 Maria Rayner</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49477 Lizzie Rayner</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49478 Richard G. Rolls</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49479 Ethel Turner</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49480 Mary White</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49481 Mary Williamson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49482 Amy S. Coulton</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49483 Maude H. Platts</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49484 Louisa M. Price</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49485 A. B. Vine</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49486 <span class="smcap">Grace Pettman</span>, Ramsgate</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49487 Grace Holladay</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49488 Lillian Nash</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49489 Frances Bone</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49490 Florrie Bone</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49491 Margaret Palmer</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49492 Aggie Sutton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49493 Florce. Garwood</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49494 Sally Sutton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49495 Anna Wood</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49496 Nellie Bowers</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49497 Annie Spain</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49498 Minnie Spain</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49499 Harriett Goodson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49500 Freddy Goodson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49501 Kitty Church</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49502 Walter Spain</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49503 Florence Jones</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49504 Sarah Covern</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49505 Minnie Nouel</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49506 Mary L. Nouel</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49507 Ethelbirt Nouel</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49508 Ann M. Nouel</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49509 Florence Newby</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49510 Mabel Newby</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49511 F. I. M. Larkin</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49512 Winifred Barnes</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49513 James F. Barnes</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49514 E. M. D. Barnes</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49515 S. P. Martin</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49516 Howrd. Musgrove</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49517 Edwd. Musgrove</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49518 A. M. Musgrove</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49519 M. E. Musgrove</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49520 R. W. Musgrove</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49521 E. H. Musgrove</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49522 Percy Makins</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49523 Leslie Farrier</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49524 F. C. Archer</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49525 K. Schwengers</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49526 Jane Makins</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49527 Harry Makins</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49528 Susan Cadman</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49529 Walter Cadman</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49530 Joseph Cadman</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49531 Hilda Cadman</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49532 Minnie Sherred</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49533 Samuel Sherred</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49534 Robert Sherred</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49535 Annie Sherred</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49536 Jessie S. Sherred</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49537 <span class="smcap">Albert Abraham</span>, Liskeard</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49538 Thos. H. Pascoe</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49539 A. E. Morcom</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49540 Lucy Rich</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49541 Arthur Pooley</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49542 S. A. Playne</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49543 Ernest Cullen</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49544 Chas. Ainge</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49545 Ernest J. Snell</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49546 Ellen Davey</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49547 Alice Stowe</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49548 Edward Ainge</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49549 Alvena Bradford</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49550 Fredk. E. Moon</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49551 Wm. Middleton</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49552 John Broad</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49553 William Daniel</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49554 J. Cheynoweth</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49555 R. S. Truscott<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373"></a>[Pg 373]</span></td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49556 Thos. Wonnacott</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49557 J. E. S. Old</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49558 Samuel Raby</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49559 Herbert Dyer</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49560 John West</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49561 Percy Snell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49562 Arthur Sampson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49563 Fredk. Edgcumbe</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49564 Thomas Roberts</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49565 Joseph Hill</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49566 Mark Sampson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49567 Charles Rule</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49568 Arthur Hodges</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49569 Wm. Stoneman</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49570 Edmund Skinner</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49571 John A. Little</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49572 Joseph H. Pearce</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49573 Wm. Dunbar</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49574 Arthur Rule</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49575 Samuel Sampson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49576 Edward Wright</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49577 Rose Lyne</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49578 Willmot Wright</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49579 Percy Lyne</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49580 William Rowe</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49581 William Brenton</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49582 Edith M. Tinney</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49583 Charles Hambly</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49584 J. S. Blandford</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49585 Thos S. Peters</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49586 D. R. F. Wilson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49587 R. G. F. W. Green</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49588 Geo. A. Northey</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49589 William Pollard</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49590 John Martin</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49591 H. J. Trethewy</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49592 John B. Old</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49593 William Grose</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49594 John Scantlebury</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49595 Arthur E. Pearse</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49596 Eardley Vine</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49597 Nellie Sykes</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49598 A. M. Potter</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49599 Edith Jenkins</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49600 Nellie Corke</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49601 Kate Jenkins</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49602 Herbt. Barham</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49603 Wm. Worssell</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49604 Richd. Worssell</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49605 F. J. Williams</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49606 A. E. Chapman</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49607 Robert J. King</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49608 E. W. Mann</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49609 C. E. J. Phillips</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49610 <span class="smcap">Lilian Stoneham</span>, Ampthill Square, London</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49611 May Broom</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49612 Ernest Stoneham</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49613 S. W. Stoneham</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49614 Alice Dorington</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49615 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;H. G, Humphries&quot;">H. G. Humphries</ins></td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49616 M. E. Humphries</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49617 L. M. Gossling</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49618 A. M. Edwards</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49619 Richd. H. Bendy</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49620 Katie Hill</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49621 G. F. Collins</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49622 E. H. Bendy</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49623 N. A. J. Saunders</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49624 M. A. Sanders</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49625 John S. Gretton</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49626 F. E. Summerfield</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49627 E. E. Copping</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49628 M. L. Summerfield</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49929 A. C. Stoneham</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49630 Sarah Neuff</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49631 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;G. A M. Gillott&quot;">G. A. M. Gillott</ins></td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49632 Mildred Jones</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49633 Louisa Harragan</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49634 Rosina Wight</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49635 Kate Carter</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49636 L. Melvill</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49637 Ella Wyand</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49638 Edith Pasmore</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49639 Amy Carter</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49640 Lydia Dansie</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49641 May Soper</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49642 Alfred Kingsbury</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49643 Alice Pigot</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49644 Lilian C. Soper</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49645 Rosa Soper</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49646 Blanche Wyatt</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49647 Helen Melvill</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49648 Maud Middleton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49649 Christabel Jones</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49650 A. A. Langsford</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49651 I. Macculloch</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49652 Ethel Wyand</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49653 Clara Rowley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49654 Gertrude Ellwood</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49655 Beatrice Jones</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49656 Louie Appleton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49657 H. G. Rowley</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49658 Annie Davis</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49659 Alice Loomes</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49660 Annie Cox</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49661 E. Ballefant</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49662 <span class="smcap">Florence C. Barrett</span>, Poplar, Lond.</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49663 George Gilley</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49664 T. H. Shepherd</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49665 C. E. Peckham</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49666 Katie Fischer</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49667 Grace Allen</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49668 H. E. Worland</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49669 Sophia A. Gilley</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49670 Beatrice Merralls</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49671 Geo. R. Miller</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49672 H. J. Birleson</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49673 C. S. Richardson</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49674 E. H. Merralls</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49675 Clara Bull</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49676 John Gilley</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49677 M. C. Phillips</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49678 A. H. Oughton</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49679 Ellen Quantock</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49680 Wm. Birleson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49681 M. A. Woodrow</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49682 Annie Atkinson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49683 Percy A. Bull</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49684 A. Hatterleys</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49685 L. E. Abraham</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49686 A. M. Peckham</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49687 A. E. Birleson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49688 W. T. Merralls</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49689 E. M. M. George</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49690 Jane Quantock</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49691 Sarah E. Evans</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49692 Samuel Gilley</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49693 Maude Allen</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49694 G. C. Peckham</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49695 A. M. Scotten</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49696 C. Woodrow</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49697 Thomas Gilley</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49698 Harriet Holgate</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49699 Wm. H. Miller</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49700 Charlotte Scotten</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49701 B. W. Allan</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49702 W. C. M. Barrett</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49703 Reuben Merralls</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49704 M. S. Worland</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49705 G. M. Gilley</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49706 S. F. Birleson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49707 Sarah A. Stains</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49708 Annie C. George</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49709 Edith. M. Miller</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49710 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the original reads &quot;Geo E. Girard&quot;">Geo. E. Girard</ins></td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49711 H. J. Abraham</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49712 A. M. Merralls</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49713 Clara Kemmins</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49714 Walter Kemmins</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49715 Cyril Walton</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49716 O. Schofield</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49717 Esther Schofield</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49718 Rosa M. Davies</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49719 M. L. Struthers</td><td align='right'>20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49720 A. L. Lowndes</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49721 F. Masterson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49722 Amy Atkins</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49723 Violet Jackson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49724 <span class="smcap">Kate M. Boyd</span>, Belfast</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49725 Frank Ward</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49726 Robert J. Stewart</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49727 Bessie Lamble</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49728 Elias Lamble</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49729 George Moore</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49730 Ellen P. Weir</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49731 Charles Weir</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49732 Aggie Nesbit</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49733 David T. Ward</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49734 John Whiteside</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49735 Lizzie Whiteside</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49736 Chas. W. McMidd</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49737 Alexandra Cosby</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49738 Jane Mitchell</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49739 May McKinstry</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49740 Annie Hamilton</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49741 Mary Mitchell</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49742 L. Shaw</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49743 L. MacDonald</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49744 Minnie Rainey</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49745 Sam Fitchie</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49746 James H. Shaw</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49747 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the name John Macnamara is unclear in the original">John Macnamara</ins></td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49748 May Purdon</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49749 Wm. McDonald</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49750 Ida Mitchell</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49751 Edward Purdon</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49752 James Steward</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49753 Ellen T. Shaw</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49754 S. C. Ward</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49755 Thos. Whiteside</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49756 L. Chamberlain</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49757 John Shaw</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49758 Isabella Frazer</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49759 D. Richardson</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49760 S. McKinstry</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49761 E. J. McMinn</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49762 M. Chancellor</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49763 Mary E. Frazer</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49764 Selina McMinn</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49765 Wm. McCann</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49766 David Mitchell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49767 Ethel Browne</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49768 Agnes Gilbert</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49769 H. MacGregor</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49770 Hugh Cooper</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49771 Frances Moore</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49772 F. MacGregor</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49773 S. Crawford</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49774 Isabella Gilbert</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49775 Annie MacGregor</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49776 Robert Browne</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49777 <span class="smcap">Violet Anderson</span>, Kensington</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49778 Lottie Wilson</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49779 Geo. Middleton</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49780 Emma Mugford</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49781 Rhoda Taylor</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49782 Frank Coombs</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49783 Poly Humble</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49784 John Martin</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49785 Annie Patinson</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49786 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the age of George Humble is unclear in the original">George Humble</ins></td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49787 Mary Nash</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49788 Florence Wiles</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49789 Rosy Hudson</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49790 Robert Copeland</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49791 Martha Isaac</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49792 Annie Turner</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49793 Nathaniel James</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49794 M. Raulerson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49795 Percy Pollard</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49796 Arthur Bennett</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49797 Katie Kinton</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49798 Lizzie Cannon</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49799 L. G. Hudson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49800 Isabella Bennett</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49801 Emily Easton</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49802 Ada Vogan</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49803 Robert Pollard</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49804 Frank Galliford</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49805 Louisa Floyd</td><td align='right'>2</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49806 Jane Vogan</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49807 Beatrice Mayfield</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49808 Albert Coomber</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49809 Rose James</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49810 Maud Martin</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49811 Ada Barnes</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49812 Richard Porch</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49813 Kate Coomber</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49814 Clara Cannon</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49815 Sarah Ball</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49816 Nellie Dixon</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49817 Fanny Barnes</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49818 Charles Ball</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49819 Ada Ball</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49820 Eliza James</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49821 Annie Mayfield</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49822 Edwd. Pullinger</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49823 Julia Hudson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49824 Lizzie Pattinson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49825 Ada Cullingford</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49826 Albert James</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49827 Arthur James</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49828 Amy Baker</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49829 Arthur Stone</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49830 Arthur Bennett</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49831 Louisa Rogers</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49832 George Barnard</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49833 William Pullinger</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49834 Fanny Porch</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49835 Ada Pollard</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49836 Annie Utling</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49837 Rose A. Hudson</td><td align='right'>3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49838 Thomas Mitchell</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49839 Rose Pullinger</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49840 Norah Willison</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49841 Robert Pullinger</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49842 Adolphus Ball</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49843 Alice Allen</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49844 Alice Vogan</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49845 Harriett Humble</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49846 Alice Hall</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49847 Thomas Pollard</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49848 Henry Hazell</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49849 Alice Barnard</td><td align='right'>4</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49850 Edith Taylor</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49851 Maud Mason</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49852 Ernest Butter</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49853 E. E. Rawlerson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49854 Florence Hatcher</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49855 C. Wharton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49856 Alice Humphries</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49857 Harry Mugford</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49858 George Martin</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49859 Mirabel Turner</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49860 E. C. M. Wright</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49861 Eleanor Wright</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49862 Ethel McMaster</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49863 Philis England</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49864 <span class="smcap">Ethelind Kennedy</span>, Stewartstown</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49865 Annie Brown</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49866 R. J. Stevenson</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49867 C. S. Dudgeon</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49868 Maggie Simpson</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49869 Charles Graham</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49870 K. McGahey</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49871 John S. McGahey</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49872 Ethel McGahey</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49873 Alexander Martin</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49874 John Megaw</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49875 M. E. Shepherd</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49876 Alexndr. Shields</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49877 H. J. Russell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49878 Thomas Nichol</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49879 M. D. McGhee</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49880 Emma McGhee</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49881 Charlotte Reid</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49882 Wm. Hamilton</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49883 Robert Hamilton</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49884 Mary S. Brown</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49885 J. T. Kempton</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49886 Hugh Elder</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49887 Mary J. Turtle</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49888 Robert J. Turtle</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49889 Maggie J. Gibson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49890 Mary H. Gibson</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49891 Emma B. Gibson</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49892 Edith Gibson</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49893 Sarah Thompson</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49894 H. Thompson</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49895 M. J. Thompson</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49896 W. J. Thompson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49897 Chas. Abernethy</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49898 H. T. Abernethy</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49899 L. Abernethy</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49900 M. Abernethy</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49901 A. Steenson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49902 Thos. Bingham</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49903 Samuel Bingham</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49904 Sarah J. Bingham</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49905 Sarah A. Devlin</td><td align='right'>5</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49906 Mary M. Devlin</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49907 R. J. Devlin</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49908 Maude C. Woods</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49909 James Clements</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49910 John Clements</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49911 C. Clements</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49912 R. D. Steenson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49913 Minnie Steenson</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49914 Meta K. Woods</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49915 Robert S. Woods</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49916 Sara T. Woods</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49917 Hugh Peers</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49918 Hugh Brown</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49919 Marcus Reid</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49920 Hannah Martin</td><td align='right'>6</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49921 Maud S. Frisby</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49922 Ethel L. Smith</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49923 Alice Newton</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49924 Maud Bullock</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49925 William Godfry</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49926 Emily Martin</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49927 Walter Raine</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49928 Annie S. Bond</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49929 Edith H. Bond</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49930 A. M. Annandale</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49931 Agnes A. Rose</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49932 <span class="smcap">Elizabeth Dole</span>, Bristol</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49933 Agnes Porter</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49934 Agnes Place</td><td align='right'>19</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49935 Augusta Harris</td><td align='right'>18</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49936 Lizzie Harries</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49937 Florence Morgan</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49938 Alice Sewell</td><td align='right'>17</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49939 Katy Rickens</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49940 Frances Rebbeck</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49941 Mary Dole</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49942 Rachel Dole</td><td align='right'>16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49943 Constance Wadge</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49944 Edith J. Sewell</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49945 Mary Verier</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49946 Ermy Loxton</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49947 Susan J. Rickens</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49948 Rosa Major</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49949 Anna M. Gibbs</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49950 Florence Hicks</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49951 Mabel B. Peirce</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49952 Marion L. Cundell</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49953 Marie Heine</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49954 E. M. Gatcombe</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49955 Agnes Winstone</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49956 Eleanor Durston</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49957 Elizabeth Arney</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49958 Mabel Major</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49959 Gertrude I. Sewel</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49960 Nellie Coe</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49961 Fanny Gregory</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49962 Kathleen Place</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49963 Florence Pope</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49964 Edith Tyler</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49965 Maggie Morgans</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49966 Isabel Nicholson</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49967 Edith C. Morgan</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49968 Jessie Slade</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49969 Mary I. Butler</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49970 Emily Edis</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49971 F. Cullingford</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49972 Lillie Basset</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49973 Marion K. Bell</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49974 Mary A. Hicks</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49975 Janie Jones</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49976 Florence Hartnell</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49977 Emma Bennett</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49978 Beatrice Quick</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49979 Bessie Hayward</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49980 George Peirce</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49981 Katie Bowyer</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49982 Julia Stuart</td><td align='right'>11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>&mdash;&mdash;</td><td>&nbsp;</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49983 Harry J. Eder</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49984 Solomon Ososki</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49985 C. W. Sax</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49986 William Hunter</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49987 John Russell</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49988 John Parker</td><td align='right'>14</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49989 William McMunn</td><td align='right'>9</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49990 William Whisker</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49991 Arthur S. Everest</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49992 Henry D. Everest</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49993 Ellen S. Bull</td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49994 E. Hetherington</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49995 Jane Robinson</td><td align='right'>12</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49996 D. Monnington</td><td align='right'>8</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49997 Richard Caldecott</td><td align='right'>7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49998 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: the age of Ann Hetherington is unclear in the original">Ann Hetherington</ins></td><td align='right'>13</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>49999 Florence Bodley</td><td align='right'>10</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>50000 G. C. Stephens</td><td align='right'>15</td></tr>
+</table>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h3>A FEW WORDS ABOUT THE "LITTLE FOLKS" HUMANE SOCIETY.</h3>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap179"><span class="dropcap">F</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">ifty thousand</span>
+Officers and Members&mdash;such
+is the printed muster-roll of The <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>
+Humane Society. As most of the Readers of
+<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> are aware, however, this does not comprise
+all the names on the Register of the Society&mdash;for
+since this grand total was reached many hundreds of
+Children have enrolled themselves; nor does the fact that
+in future the publication of the Lists will be discontinued
+(as announced on page 55 of this Volume) signify that the
+work of the Society&mdash;which has been so enthusiastically
+carried on since it commenced in January, 1882&mdash;is accomplished.
+On the contrary, the Editor earnestly trusts
+that his Readers will not only still come forward in large
+numbers and become Members, by sending in their
+"promises" to him, but will also, in the future as they
+have in the past, continue to induce their relatives and
+friends to enroll themselves under the Society's banner.
+For it should be remembered that the Dumb Creation
+<i>always</i> stands in need of help and protection; and it is
+to a great extent by the aid of such associations as The
+<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Humane Society&mdash;founded for the purpose
+of inculcating in the minds of children Kindness
+towards Animals&mdash;that the claims of the weak and
+defenceless creatures around us are recognised as they
+should be.</p>
+
+<p>The names of all who fill up and sign the "form of
+promise" (which is again printed on the next page), and
+send it to the Editor, will, as heretofore, be duly inscribed
+on the Register of the Society; and Certificates of Membership
+will be forwarded to any who desire to have them,
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374"></a>[Pg 374]</span>
+
+if <i>stamped addressed</i> envelopes be enclosed for the purpose.
+(The limit of age for enrolment is 21).</p>
+
+<p>Members will also be eligible to become Officers of the
+Society and receive Officers' Certificates if they induce
+Fifty other Children to join, and send in that number of
+"promises" to the Editor, <i>all together</i>; but the small book
+and medal hitherto awarded to Officers will, in future (as
+stated on page 55), be given only to those who, in sending
+up their Fifty "promises," enclose a certificate from a
+Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, stating
+that the collection of such "promises" had been commenced
+<i>prior</i> to July 1, 1884.</p>
+
+<p>The wonderful progress made by The <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>
+Humane Society since its institution in January, 1882,
+has, the Editor feels sure, been a source of much gratification
+to all who have taken part in its work; and while
+tendering thanks to the Officers and Members&mdash;comprising
+representatives of every rank and station, and
+living in all parts of the globe&mdash;who have so zealously and
+heartily co-operated with him, he can only express the
+hope that in the accounts of the Society which he proposes
+to give in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> from time to time, he
+may be able to record the same satisfactory progress in
+its growth during future years as he has in past ones.</p>
+
+<p>The "form of promise" to be signed (which should be
+copied on half a sheet of note-paper and forwarded to the
+Editor, after being filled up, and attested by a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person) is as follows:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="mono sml">
+To the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.<br />
+<br />
+&nbsp;&nbsp;[Here insert full name]<br />
+I ....................... hereby undertake, as far<br />
+as it lies in my power, to be kind to every living<br />
+creature that is useful and not harmful to man.<br />
+<br />
+[Full name]<br />
+.........................<br />
+<br />
+[Address]<br />
+........................<br />
+........................<br />
+<br /><br />
+          (Age...........)<br />
+<br />
+Witness [of signature]<br />
+.........................<br />
+<br />
+[Date]<br />
+.........................<br />
+</p>
+
+<p>All communications to the Editor in reference to the
+Society should have the words, "<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Humane
+Society," on the left-hand top corners of the envelopes.</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>HOW A WILD DUCK SAVED HER CHILDREN.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap184a"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,&mdash;Our
+river is so shallow that in
+some parts reeds grow in it, where wild ducks are
+very fond of building their nests. Once, shepherds
+who were with the cattle, near that river, saw a wild duck,
+with eighteen little ones swimming about, and as the little
+ducks were so small they thought it would be very easy to
+catch them. So accordingly they got into the water, and
+were trying to catch the young ones, when they perceived
+that the old duck, instead of flying away, as they expected
+she would do, was turning over in the water as if she were
+hurt. The shepherds seeing this, thought it would be very
+well to catch her first, as it seemed a very easy thing to do,
+so they went over to where she was. Meanwhile the little
+ducks got safely hidden in the rushes, and the old one seeing
+that her children were out of their enemies' reach, flew
+into the air and left the shepherds standing with nothing.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">The Princess Sophie Gagarine</span><br />
+(Aged 12&frac12;.)</p>
+<p><i>8, Place Catharine, Odessa.</i></p>
+
+<h4>THE SAGACITY OF ANTS.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap184b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,&mdash;A
+friend recently told me that
+when walking in his garden one day he noticed an
+ant seemingly examining a dead caterpillar which
+lay on the path. Then it returned to its nest, but soon came
+back with several others. These, walking round the caterpillar,
+examined it carefully, as did the first. Home they all
+went; soon they returned with still more of their companions,
+then they formed a long column, very like a rope, and
+dragged him to the edge of the path. The nest being in the
+flower-beds they had to pull him over the tiles surrounding
+the garden, but once over this difficulty on they toiled until
+after a quarter of an hour's hard work they reached their
+nest.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Archibald Hurd.</span><br />
+(Aged 15.)</p>
+<p><i>Elmcroft, Tottenham Lane,
+Hornsey, N.</i></p>
+
+<h4>A KIND HORSE.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap185"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor</span>,&mdash;The
+other day, as I was walking
+along the road, I saw a horse do another a deed
+of kindness. One poor horse was out in the road
+without anything to eat, and the other in a field with plenty
+of grass. The horse that was in the field picked a mouthful
+of grass and put his head over the gate; the poor one then
+took it out of his mouth and ate it up. This was done five
+or six times. The horse then neighed, as much as to say,
+"thank you," and walked on.</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Arthur W. White.</span><br />
+(Aged 11.)</p>
+<p><i>Stickland School, Blandford.</i></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<h2>PRIZE STORY COMPETITION FOR DECEMBER.</h2>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap186"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">n</span>
+the place of a "Picture Page Wanting Words," the usual Monthly Prizes are offered for the best Original
+Stories on the subject of "A Skating Adventure," namely&mdash;-a Guinea Book and an Officer's Medal of the <span class="smcap">Little
+Folks</span> Legion of Honour for the best Story; and a smaller book and Officer's Medal for the best Story (on
+the same subject) relatively to the age of the Competitor, so that no reader is too young to try for this second prize.
+All Competitors must be under the age of 16. The Stories, which are not to exceed 500 words in length, must be
+certified as <i>strictly original</i> by a Parent, Minister, Teacher, or other person of responsible position, and must reach the
+Editor on or before the 10th of December (the 15th of December for Competitors residing abroad). In addition to the
+two Prizes and Officers' Medals some of the most deserving Competitors will be included in a Special List of Honour, and
+will be awarded Members' Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour. It is particularly requested that each envelope
+containing a Story should have the words "December Prize Story Competition" written on the left-hand top corner of
+it. (Competitors are referred to a notice respecting the Silver Medal, which was printed on page 115 of the last Volume.)</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375"></a>[Pg 375]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Little_Doctor_May" id="Little_Doctor_May"></a>LITTLE DOCTOR MAY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 429px;">
+<img src="images/i188-9.jpg" width="429" height="600" alt="Illustration: LITTLE DOCTOR MAY." title="Illustration: LITTLE DOCTOR MAY." />
+</div>
+
+<div class="block width350">
+<p>Little Daisy playing<br />
+<span class="two">'Mid the ripening corn,<br /></span>
+Pierced her plump white finger<br />
+<span class="two">With a cruel thorn.<br /></span>
+<br />
+Home she flies, eyes clouded<br />
+<span class="two">With a mist of tears;<br /></span>
+Little bosom trembling<br />
+<span class="two">With vague childlike fears.<br /></span>
+<br />
+Brother Leonard lifts her<br />
+<span class="two">Lightly from the ground;<br /></span>
+May, beside her kneeling,<br />
+<span class="two">Tends the swelling wound.<br /></span>
+<br />
+Softly takes a needle&mdash;<br />
+<span class="two">Knows what she's about&mdash;<br /></span>
+Pricks, and lo! the hidden<br />
+<span class="two">Thorn slips safely out.<br /></span>
+<br />
+Daisy's fears have vanished,<br />
+<span class="two">Tears are passed away&mdash;<br /></span>
+Leonard dubs his sister<br />
+<span class="two">Little Doctor May.<br /></span>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376"></a>[Pg 376]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="A_Day_In_The_Snow" id="A_Day_In_The_Snow"></a>A DAY IN THE SNOW.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 565px;">
+<img src="images/i190.jpg" width="565" height="800" alt="Music: A DAY IN THE SNOW." title="Music: A DAY IN THE SNOW." />
+</div>
+
+<p><i>Words from</i> "<span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>."</p>
+
+<p><i>Music by the</i> <span class="smcap">Rev. F. Peel</span>, B.Mus., Oxon</p>
+
+<p>
+1. Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,<br />
+The echoes all ringing around as you go;<br />
+Come, for the fairies with chill little fingers<br />
+Have seiz'd on the raindrops and turn'd them to snow.<br />
+<br />
+Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,<br />
+The echoes all ringing around as you go.<br />
+<br />
+2. Come, watch the white flakes softly descending,<br />
+Still, never-ending, silent, and slow,<br />
+Folding a mantle of beauty around us,<br />
+A mantle of flickering, fluttering snow.<br />
+<br />
+3. Come, rosy fingers, gather the treasure!<br />
+Bright looks of pleasure I see as you go;<br />
+Laughing and singing, The echoes all ringing&mdash;<br />
+Oh, the delight of a day in the snow!<br />
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377"></a>[Pg 377]</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="figcenter" style="width: 450px;">
+<img src="images/i192.jpg" width="450" height="367" alt="DOUBLE DIAGONAL PUZZLE." title="DOUBLE DIAGONAL PUZZLE." />
+<span class="smcap">double diagonal puzzle</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>If definitions of the objects and scene shown above be placed one
+under the other in the order indicated, the diagonals, left to right, will
+form the names of two well-known cities.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap193a"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">n</span>
+old man is seen in a dungeon, dressed in rags and
+covered with mud. A slave enters with a sword,
+evidently for the purpose of murdering him, when he stops
+suddenly, awed and frightened by the prisoner's face and
+stern voice, as he demands if he has the presumption to kill
+him. Then the slave rushes from the cell, declaring it impossible
+to despatch such a man. Who is the prisoner?</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Nellie Ellis.</span><br />
+(Aged 15&frac14;).</p>
+
+<p><i>Frost Hill House,<br />
+Liversedge, Yorkshire.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">SINGLE ACROSTIC.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap193b"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span>
+initials read
+downwards  will
+give the name of
+a great musician.</p>
+
+<p>
+My first is one of England's public schools.<br />
+My second is one of the continents.<br />
+My third is a planet.<br />
+My fourth is one of the largest rivers in Europe.<br />
+My fifth is one of the Christian festivities.<br />
+My sixth is the opposite to rejoice.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Mildred C. Watson.</span><br />
+(Aged 12.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Harrow-on-the-Hill,<br />
+Middlesex.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">MISSING-LETTER
+PUZZLE.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap193c"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">hen</span>
+the missing
+letters have
+been supplied,
+the whole will form a verse from one of Cowper's
+poems.</p>
+
+<p>W &times; e &times; t &times; e &times; r &times; t &times; s &times; w &times; r &times; i &times; r &times; u &times; e &times; ,<br />
+  B &times; e &times; d &times; n &times; f &times; o &times; t &times; e &times; o &times; a &times; r &times; d &times; ,<br />
+S &times; u &times; h &times; w &times; t &times; a &times; i &times; d &times; g &times; a &times; t &times; i &times; n<br />
+   &times; o &times; n &times; e &times; o &times; h &times; r &times; o &times; n &times; r &times; s &times; o &times; s.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Henrietta Puttock.</span><br />
+(Aged 13&frac14;)</p>
+
+<p><i>Clevelands, Billingshurst, Sussex.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">SQUARE WORDS.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap193d"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">volcanic</span>
+mountain.<br />
+2. A sign of sorrow.<br />
+3. A designation.<br />
+4. An extent of surface.<br />
+<br />
+1. A sweet-scented herb.<br />
+2. A thought.<br />
+3. Not distant.<br />
+4. An article of pastry.<br />
+<br />
+1. A range of mountains.<br />
+2. A trial of speed.<br />
+3. A portion of land.<br />
+4. A mocking look.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Louie W. Smith.</span><br />
+(Aged 15&frac14;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>11, Woodside Terrace, Glasgow.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">BURIED NAMES OF FLOWERS AND TREES.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap194a"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span>
+initial letters of the following flowers and trees, if
+put together, will form the name of a town in England.</p>
+
+<p>
+1. That pot is made of iron.<br />
+2. To and fro several times he went.<br />
+3. You can sit in the porch, Ida.<br />
+4. Mamma, please may I have that book?<br />
+5. That reel may do for the kitten.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">A. K. M. White.</span><br />
+(Aged 15.)</p>
+
+<p><i>7, Carlton Crescent, Southampton.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">CRYPTOGRAPH.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap194b"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span>
+following will
+form a well-known
+verse by Wordsworth.</p>
+
+<p>
+Nzib szw z orggov ozny,<br />
+<span class="two">Rg'h uovvxv dzh dsrgv zh hmld,<br /></span>
+Zmw vevibdsviv gszg Nzib dvmg,<br />
+<span class="two">Gsv ozny dzh hfiv gl tl.<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Amy G. Merson.</span><br />
+(Aged 14)</p>
+
+<p><i>De-la-pole,<br />
+Cottingham, near Hull.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">RIDDLE-ME-REE.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap194c"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">y</span>
+first is in ache, but not in sore;<br />
+My second is in pippin, but not in core;<br />
+My third is in pie, but not in tart;<br />
+My fourth is in wheel, but not in cart;<br />
+My fifth is in sole, and also in pike;<br />
+My whole is a fruit which all of us like.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Janie Wilson.</span><br />
+(Aged 11-&frac12;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Jessiefield Offerton, near Stockport.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">ARITHMOREM.</p>
+
+<p>1. 5 + reri = a piece of water.<br />
+2. 51 + egarf = weak.<br />
+3. 54 + lye = bright.<br />
+4. 56 + e = bad.<br />
+5. 11 + as = an imaginary line.<br />
+6. 506 + azr = a mask.<br />
+7. 104 + li = polite.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Effie E. Bell.</span><br />
+(Aged 14.)</p>
+
+<p><i>Market Place, Swaffham.</i></p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">DIAMOND PUZZLE.</p>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap194d"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">consonant.</span><br />
+2. A fish.<br />
+3. A fragment.<br />
+4. To comprise.<br />
+5. A celebrated musician.<br />
+6. To roll down.<br />
+7. Not ever.<br />
+8. A large expanse of water.<br />
+9. A consonant.<br />
+</p>
+
+<p class="right"><span class="smcap">H. Bell.</span><br />
+(Aged 13&frac34;.)</p>
+
+<p><i>St. George's Mount, New Brighton, Cheshire.</i></p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378"></a>[Pg 378]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="Prize_Puzzle_Competition" id="Prize_Puzzle_Competition"></a>PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.</h2>
+
+<h4>WINTER COMPETITION.</h4>
+
+<p><span class="dropcap196a"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span>
+Puzzles given in the November and the present
+number of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> form, as announced, the
+<span class="smcap">Winter Competition</span>.</p>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Prizes.</span></h4>
+
+<p>In the <span class="smcap">Winter Competition</span> there will be a First Prize of
+a Guinea Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea
+Volume; a Third Prize of a Five-Shilling Volume, awarded
+in <span class="smcap">Each Division</span>, viz., the <span class="smcap">Senior Division</span> for girls
+and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 (<i>inclusive</i>), and
+the <span class="smcap">Junior Division</span> for those <i>under</i> 14 years of age.
+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="center sml smcap">Regulations.</p>
+
+<p class="sml">Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach
+the Editor not later than December 8th (December 12th for
+Competitors residing abroad), addressed as under:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="sml">
+<i>The Editor of "Little Folks,"<br />
+La Belle Sauvage Yard,<br />
+Ludgate Hill,<br />
+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 class="sml">The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">GAME PUZZLE FOR DECEMBER.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">scylla and charybdis: a game for four players.</p>
+
+<p>Our readers will all recollect the classical story of Scylla
+and Charybdis, the former a maiden changed by Circe
+into a hideous sea-monster, who threw herself into
+the sea and became a rock, the latter changed by Jupiter
+into a foaming whirlpool. Vessels which avoided the rock
+of Scylla were oft-times prone to fall into the dangerous
+whirlpool of Charybdis.</p>
+
+<p>On this legend our Puzzle this month is based, though
+the two classical dangers will be now only two little children
+who will try to seize on the argosies which their brothers and
+sisters send through the straits.</p>
+
+<p>To begin which, settle a subject on which you will have
+your Competition&mdash;Botany, History, Geography, Astronomy,
+Natural History, or any other you may select&mdash;then cut out
+a number of pieces of cardboard about this size&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 256px;">
+<img src="images/i196c.jpg" width="256" height="100" alt="Illustration" title="Illustration" />
+</div>
+
+<p>For ordinary subjects you may be able to cut out from the
+largest type used in the daily or weekly papers, syllables
+that will meet your requirements, but for special subjects,
+such as Botany, Astronomy, &amp;c., you will find it better to
+write your own pieces of cardboard in a good bold, clear
+style.</p>
+
+<p>You will want a considerable quantity of syllables, and the
+words in all cases should range from simple ones, easy to be
+discovered, to more difficult and puzzling words.</p>
+
+<p>Having got a quantity of syllables, arrange them in three
+groups: (1) the simple words, (2) the more difficult, (3) the
+most difficult. Keep these groups in separate boxes, and
+these separate boxes again in one large box marked with the
+subject of the play.</p>
+
+<p>Four players now arrange themselves thus: two as
+mariners, one at either end of the table, and two as Scylla
+and Charybdis, one on each side of it.</p>
+
+<p>The ship will consist of a little Japanese tray, or lid of a
+cardboard box, with a piece of string fixed at either end to
+draw it by. In this are placed the syllables forming two
+words, and one of the mariners draws it slowly across the
+table. As it passes along, Scylla and Charybdis try to discover
+the words it contains, and if they can do so ere it
+passes they appropriate the cargo, and the ship reaches the
+opposite end of the table from which it started empty! It
+is again freighted and sent back, this time perhaps its contents
+are not discovered. And thus the game goes on till all
+the words are exhausted, when a count is made. Suppose
+50 words were sent across the straits, the record might read:</p>
+
+<table summary="score">
+<tr><td>The Mariners gained</td><td align="right">27 words</td></tr>
+<tr><td>Scylla and Charybdis gained</td><td align="right">23 words</td></tr>
+<tr><td></td><td align="right">&mdash;-&mdash;</td></tr>
+<tr><td colspan="2" align="right">The game won by the Mariners by 4 words.</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>Now we will proceed to give our Puzzle. The syllables
+given below will be found, when correctly sorted out and
+arranged, to form the names of the characters indicated in
+the explanatory notes at the foot.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Senior Division.</p>
+
+<table summary="puzzle1" border="1">
+<tr>
+<td>ih</td><td>igna</td><td>van</td><td>so</td><td>pe</td><td>mor</td><td>tius</td><td>ba</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>nuc</td><td>varn</td><td>no</td><td>hah</td><td>no</td><td>car</td><td>re</td><td>chi</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>lac</td><td>hage</td><td>delo</td><td>to</td><td>nn</td><td>tt</td><td>aca</td><td>ll</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>nem</td><td>nvon</td><td>yola</td><td>ense</td><td>chi</td><td>ann</td><td>lla</td><td>ca</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>1. The "Michael Angelo" of Spain.</p>
+
+<p>2. A cruel Roman Emperor, assassinated by a soldier.</p>
+
+<p>3. He is said to have written the lines&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"When Adam delved and Eve span,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">Where was then the gentleman."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>4. A German physician, whose motto was: "Similia
+similibus curantur."</p>
+
+<p>5. A page, soldier, philosopher, and Jesuit.</p>
+
+<p>6. A Swedish philosopher.</p>
+
+<p>7. A Florentine painter; he has a celebrated picture in the
+Louvre, called "Charity."</p>
+
+<p>8. A Prussian statesman, author of various works.</p>
+
+<p>9. A Spanish navigator who assisted Pizarro.</p>
+
+<p>10. A Quaker, founder of a colony, author, &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p>11. A celebrated general in Afghanistan, &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p>12. An Italian musical composer who wrote several
+oratorios, operas, and masses.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Junior Division.</p>
+
+<table summary="puzzle2" border="1">
+<tr>
+<td>ko</td><td>mar</td><td>new</td><td>yps</td><td>th</td><td>di</td><td>wa</td><td>cam</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>po</td><td>add</td><td>cia</td><td>bla</td><td>peg</td><td>nus</td><td>chr</td><td>ina</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>nch</td><td>gla</td><td>ila</td><td>pe</td><td>ing</td><td>rd</td><td>ist</td><td>gio</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td>dst</td><td>gate</td><td>one</td><td>om</td><td>nti</td><td>ard</td><td>ton</td><td>ch</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<p>1. An antiquary who left money to the Oxford University
+for "a copy of English verses."</p>
+
+<p>2. Emperor of the East, married the widow of Theodosius
+the Younger.</p>
+
+<p>3. French historian and member of Legislative Assembly.</p>
+
+<p>4. A self-taught Ayrshire sculptor.</p>
+
+<p>5. A hospodar of Moldavia and Wallachia.</p>
+
+<p>6. A Bishop of Salisbury, astronomer and mathematician.</p>
+
+<p>7. Author of "Rape of the Lock."</p>
+
+<p>8. A Speaker of the House of Commons, Premier, and
+Home Secretary.</p>
+
+<p>9. A French aeronaut, killed by the explosion of a balloon.</p>
+
+<p>10. The Papal legate who attended the trial of an English
+Queen.</p>
+
+<p>11. A Swedish Queen who, having abdicated, abjured
+Lutheranism, and was pensioned by the Pope.</p>
+
+<p>12. A Lord of the Treasury, Secretary for Colonies,
+Master of the Mint, President of Board of Trade, Chancellor
+of Exchequer, Premier, author, &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p class="mono">*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p>In order to gain full number of marks Competitors
+must arrange the names in the proper order, placing them as
+numbered in the lights.</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379"></a>[Pg 379]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
+<a name="Questions_And_Answers" id="Questions_And_Answers"></a>
+<img src="images/i198.jpg" width="550" height="82" 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 smcap">Prize Competitions, &amp;c.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">X Y Z, Swallow.</span>&mdash;[The names of the winners of the
+Silver Medals will be printed in the February Number.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ed.</span>]</p>
+
+
+<p class="center smcap">Literature.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A Lover of Poetry</span> would like to know where the
+following line occurs, and by whom it was written:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="two">"The league long roller thund'ring on the reef."</span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Rags and Tatters</span> wishes to know where the following
+lines are taken from, and who is the author:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="two">"Till the day break and shadows flee away<br /></span>
+<span class="two">In that far future dawn that knows not death."</span>
+</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Ethel</span> writes, in answer to <span class="smcap">Little Maid of Arcadie</span>,
+that the quotation&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="two">"Evil is wrought by want of thought,<br /></span>
+<span class="two">As well as want of heart"&mdash;</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>is from a poem by Thomas Hood, entitled "The Lady's
+Dream." Answers also received from several other readers.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Work.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Nelly</span> asks if any one could tell her how to make a
+pretty and simple lace collar.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Cookery.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Ruby and A Strawberry</span> are informed that full directions
+for making toffee appear on page 335 of this number.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">General.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Pansy</span> and <span class="smcap">M. E.</span> would be glad if any one would tell her
+how to press flowers, as those she has done have gone
+brown.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Gummy</span> would be very pleased if any one could give him
+a few hints on satin-painting; has the satin to be prepared
+before it can be painted on? if so, how?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Verus</span> would like to know of a very simple way of making
+an Ćolian harp, if any one could tell her.&mdash;[The method
+was described in the May, 1882, number of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>,
+Vol. XV., p. 319.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ed.</span>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">The Shamrock of Freiling</span> would be glad to know if
+any of the readers of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> could tell them how to
+bleach grass for making Markart bouquets.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Daffodil</span> asks if any one will tell her how to paint on
+tiles with water-colours.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Natural History.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Edith</span> would like to know what is the best food for
+rabbits, and how often they ought to be fed. [They should be
+fed twice a day, every time clearing away everything and
+giving quite fresh food. The staple diet must be what is
+called "dry food," varied, such as dry crust of bread,
+bread soaked in milk and squeezed dry, barley meal mixed
+with a very little hot water, oatmeal same way, dry barley
+or oats. You need not use all, but vary now and then.
+Give beside every day a moderate quantity of fresh green
+leaves, kept first long enough to dry off all dew or rain, and
+begin slightly to wither.]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Parthenope</span> would be glad to know what would be the
+best food for a starling in the winter?&mdash;[A sort of stock food
+is made of the fine-ground oats called "fig-dust," made into
+a stiff dough with milk and water, adding every day a pinch
+of soaked currants or a little fine-shredded raw beef. Give
+a little fruit now and then, and a few odd worms, insects, or
+snails. A little sopped bread will be taken as a change, but
+there must be a little animal food.]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mary Brazier</span> asks what is the best food for a dormouse.
+She knows that a little Indian corn is often given.&mdash;[You
+should vary the diet with wheat, Indian corn, bits of bread-crust,
+bread-and-milk squeezed dry, with any kind of nut
+occasionally, and a few blades of grass or field weeds.]</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h4>ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (<i>p.</i> 317).</h4>
+
+<p class="center">POETICAL ACROSTIC.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Campbell.</span></p>
+
+<p>1. <b>C</b> hâteaubriand. 2. <b>A</b> lfieri. 3. <b>M</b> ilton. 4. <b>P</b> etraria.
+5. <b>B</b> yron. 6. <b>E</b> ulla. 7. <b>L</b> eopardi. 8. <b>L</b> amartine.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">MISSING VOWEL PUZZLE.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"Break, break, break,<br /></span>
+<span class="four">On thy cold grey stones, O sea!<br /></span>
+<span class="two">And I would that my tongue could utter<br /></span>
+<span class="four">The thoughts that arise in me."<br /></span>
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">DOUBLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">Italy&mdash;Garda.</p>
+
+<p>
+1. <b>I</b> ou <b>G</b>. 2. <b>T</b> arif <b>A</b>. 3. <b>A</b> nadi <b>R</b>. 4. <b>L</b> ichfiel <b>D</b>.
+5. <b>Y</b> andill <b>A</b>.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Epaminondas, at the battle of Mantinea.</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">NUMERICAL ENIGMA.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="two">"O what a tangled web we weave,<br /></span>
+<span class="four">When first we practise to deceive!"</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>1. Lear. 2. Train. 3. Drain. 4. Weep. 5. Character.
+6. Brew. 7. Goad. 8. What. 9. Wife. 10. Drove. 11. Wander.
+12. Save. 13. Stew. 14. Sleep. 15. It.
+</p>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<p class="center">FOUR PICTORIAL PROVERBS.</p>
+
+<p>
+1. "All are not thieves that dogs bark at."<br />
+2. "A rolling stone gathers no moss."<br />
+3. "Count not your chickens before they are hatched."<br />
+4. "When the cat is away the mice do play."
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380"></a>[Pg 380]</span></p>
+
+<h2><a name="To_My_Readers" id="To_My_Readers"></a>To My Readers</h2>
+
+<div class="wrap_area">
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+<p><span class="smcap">hat</span>
+are you going to give us in the next Volume?" is, I dare say, the question
+which is in some of your minds to ask me; so, as usual on reaching the end
+of a half-year, I will tell you of a few of the arrangements made for the New
+Volume, beginning with the <span class="smcap">January</span> Number. These include:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>A <span class="smcap">Serial Story</span> by the Author of "A Little Too Clever," "Margaret's
+Enemy," "Maid Marjory," &amp;c., to continue from month to month; and a Second
+<span class="smcap">Serial Story</span>, by <span class="smcap">Henry Frith</span>, called "King Charles's Page; or, Two
+Children's Adventures in the Time of the Commonwealth," also to run for six
+months. The latter is an unusually exciting tale&mdash;full of novel incident and
+strange adventure. Then there will be</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Legends and Stories of Famous Rivers</span>," by <span class="smcap">Edwin Hodder</span> ("Old
+Merry"), in which you will be told many curious tales and wonderful legends
+associated with a few of the most celebrated of the world's Rivers.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Some Notable Pictures and their Story</span>"&mdash;telling, in a bright and chatty
+style, about a few of the masterpieces of Art, how they came to be produced, and what
+fortunes, good and bad, some of them experienced; including interesting anecdotes
+and facts concerning themselves and their painters.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">England's Forests in Days of Old</span>"&mdash;a series of papers relating the story of the stirring
+incidents of which some of the well-known forests of this country have been the scene.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Birds and Flowers of the Month</span>"&mdash;consisting of full-page Pictures which <span class="smcap">M. Giacomelli</span>,
+the well-known French Artist, has specially drawn for <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>. One of these will appear
+in each number of the New Volume, accompanied by Verses appropriate to the subject.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Bible Storms by Land and Sea</span>"&mdash;a new series of Scripture Stories for "Our Sunday
+Afternoons;" and the usual "Bible Exercises" will appear every month.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Pages for Very Little Folk.</span>" In response to repeated requests, I am glad to announce
+that this department of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>&mdash;comprising two pages of bold pictures and simple stories
+printed in large type&mdash;will be re-commenced in <span class="smcap">January</span>, and continued every month.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Palmer Cox</span>, the American Artist, has drawn for <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> some more <span class="smcap">Humorous
+Pictures</span> in his well-known style; the Notes and Jottings by a Practical Writer on the subject of
+"<span class="smcap">The Children's Own Garden</span>" will be given, as well as <span class="smcap">Fairy Stories</span>, with droll and
+laughable pictures, every month; and besides <span class="smcap">Stories</span>, <span class="smcap">Poems</span>, <span class="smcap">Anecdotes</span>, and <span class="smcap">Pictures</span> of every
+kind, all the regular features, such as "<span class="smcap">The Editor's Pocket-book</span>," "<span class="smcap">Songs with Music</span>,"
+"<span class="smcap">The Little Folks' Own Pages</span>," "<span class="smcap">Questions and Answers</span>," &amp;c. &amp;c., will be still maintained.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Several New Special Competitions for 1885</span> have been arranged in addition to the ordinary
+Monthly Puzzle and "Picture Page" ones. The most important of these is</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">A New "'Little Folks' Painting Book Competition</span>," in which, as already briefly announced,
+a number of <span class="smcap">Prizes in Money</span>, <span class="smcap">Books</span>, and <span class="smcap">Medals</span> will be offered. It will be open to both Senior
+and Junior Competitors, and so arranged that all may have equal opportunities of being successful.
+This Competition will be in connection with "<span class="smcap">The 'Little Folks' Proverb Painting Book</span>,"
+which is now ready; and the full Regulations and the list of Prizes to be awarded, as well as of
+those offered in all the other Special Competitions for 1885, will be printed in the <span class="smcap">January</span> Number.
+In that number will appear, too, the names of the Prize and Medal winners in the Competitions for
+1884, also those in the Puzzle and "Picture Page" Competitions announced in the September,
+October, and November numbers (including the "Home and Foreign" Competitions).</p>
+
+<p>I am glad to find that the Competitions for the year now closing have been so popular with you,
+and I heartily thank you on behalf of the little ones in the Hospitals&mdash;among whom the articles of
+Needlework, Dolls, Illuminated Texts, Scrap Albums, Toys of various kinds, and the hundreds of
+Illustrated Story-books written by yourselves, which you have sent to me, will be distributed at
+Christmas&mdash;for all the trouble and care you have so lovingly bestowed on your work. You are indeed
+amply repaid by the rays of gladness which these your gifts will bring to helpless sufferers!</p>
+
+</div>
+
+<p>A <span class="smcap">Coloured Picture</span>, called "<span class="smcap">Three Little Kittens</span>," will be given with the <span class="smcap">January</span>
+Number, and the Frontispieces to all the other numbers will be printed in a bright colour as they have
+been in the present Volume. You will also be pleased to hear that it is intended in future to make all
+the pages of our Magazine more attractive in appearance, but I need only just allude to this and
+leave you to see for yourselves in the <span class="smcap">January</span> Number in what manner it will be effected.</p>
+
+<p>Having thus told you what is to be done for <i>you</i> in the New Volume, I will only add that I rely
+on you all to do everything you can for <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> by persuading as many of your relatives and
+friends as possible to take it in. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+Your very sincere Friend,<br />
+THE EDITOR.
+</p>
+
+
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+<pre>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Folks (December 1884), by Various
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+Title: Little Folks (December 1884)
+       A Magazine for the Young
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: February 5, 2009 [EBook #28007]
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+    Transcriber's Note:
+    Phrases printed in italics in the original version are
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+    A list of amendments are given at the end of the book.
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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.]
+
+[Blank Page]
+
+[Illustration]
+
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+
+INDEX.
+
+AMUSEMENTS, RECREATIONS, &c.--
+  Pretty Work for Little Fingers--
+    Embroidered Glass-cloth, 13.
+  The Children's Own Garden, 43, 100, 179, 239, 290, 360.
+  Hints on Canvasine Painting, 75.
+  Some more Little Presents, and the way to make them, 139.
+  A New Game for Children, 142.
+  How to make pretty Picture-Frames, 203.
+  A Game for Long Evenings, 275.
+  Little Papers for Little Art Workers--
+    Ivory Miniature Painting, 330.
+
+CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN, THE--
+  July, 43.
+  August, 100.
+  September, 179.
+  October, 239.
+  November, 290.
+  December, 360.
+
+FANCIFUL RHYMES, PICTURES, STORIES, &c.--
+  Little Miss Propriety, 11.
+  Fighting with a Shadow, 12.
+  A Practical Joke, 28.
+  How Paulina won back Peter (_A Fairy Story_), 47.
+  A Race on the Sands, 77.
+  The Kingfisher and the Fishes, 81.
+  The Maids and the Magpie, 91.
+  A Game of Cricket in Elfland (_A Fairy Story_), 105.
+  The Little Flowers' Wish, 116.
+  Their Wonderful Ride, 153.
+  What came of a Foxglove (_A Fairy Story_), 172.
+  A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.
+  What the Magic Words Meant (_A Fairy Story_), 235.
+  The Discontented Boat, 242.
+  The Brownies to the Rescue, 256.
+  The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.
+  The Fox and the Frog, 288.
+  The Magic Music and its Message (_A Fairy Story_), 293.
+  The Rival Mothers, 337.
+  A Race for a Cat (_A Fairy Story_), 361.
+
+HUMANE SOCIETY, THE "LITTLE FOLKS"--
+  Special Notices, 55, 373.
+  Lists of Officers and Members, 55, 121, 185, 249, 313, 372.
+  True Stories about Pets, Anecdotes, &c., 57, 187, 251, 374.
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT, 45, 110, 161, 233,
+  279, 335.
+
+LITTLE TOILERS OF THE NIGHT--
+  The Printer's Reading-Boy, 30.
+  The Fisher-Boy, 151.
+  Young Gipsies, 273.
+
+MUSIC--
+  Three Little Squirrels, 59.
+  A Harvest Song, 112.
+  "Let's Away to the Woods," 181.
+  Dignity and Impudence, 245.
+  The Happy Little River, 316.
+  A Day in the Snow, 376.
+
+PEEPS AT HOME AND ABROAD--
+  Stories Told in Westminster Abbey--
+    How the Abbey was Built, 14.
+    The Coronations in the Abbey, 113.
+    Royal Funerals in the Abbey, 176.
+    Curious Customs and Remarkable Incidents, 222.
+    The Sanctuary, Cloisters, and Chapter-House, 291.
+    The Monuments, 366.
+  The Home of the Beads, 26.
+  Little Toilers of the Night--
+    The Printer's Reading-Boy, 30.
+    The Fisher-Boy, 151.
+    Young Gipsies, 273.
+  Some Famous Railway Trains, and their Story--
+    The "Flying Dutchman," 39.
+    The "Wild Irishman," 86.
+    The "Flying Scotchman," 204.
+    The Continental and "Tidal" Mails, 346.
+  Children's Games in Days of Old, 91.
+  A Day on Board H.M.S. Britannia, 142.
+  The Water-Carriers of the World, 157.
+  The Prince and his Whipping-Boy, 220.
+  A Few Words about the Dykes of Holland, 267.
+  A Few Words about Tattooing, 359.
+
+POCKET-BOOK, THE EDITOR'S: JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS HERE, THERE, AND
+  EVERYWHERE--
+  The Natural Bridge, Virginia, 51;
+  The Colossus of Rhodes, 51;
+  Chinese Palanquins, 51;
+  The Flamingo, 51;
+  "God's Providence House," 51;
+  An Ancient Monster, 51;
+  Arabs of the Soudan, 52;
+  A Lesson in Charity, 52;
+  The Busy Bee, 52;
+  The Dwarf Trees of China, 52;
+  What is the "Lake School?" 52;
+  The Cuckoo's Fag, 52;
+  The Greatest Whirlpool in the World, 54;
+  The Dog and the Telephone, 54;
+  The Wounded Cat and the Doctor, 117;
+  A Remarkable Bell, 117;
+  About the Mina Bird, 117;
+  An Historical Cocoa-Plant, 117;
+  The International Health Exhibition, 118;
+  Famous Old London Buildings, 118;
+  Model Dairies, 118;
+  Trades in Operation, 118;
+  The Costume Show, 118;
+  Street of Furnished Rooms, 119;
+  Other Exhibits, 119;
+  Young Heroes, 119;
+  An Intelligent Mare, 119;
+  Who were the Janizaries? 182;
+  A Canine Guide, 182;
+  The Taming of Bucephalus, 182;
+  The Price of a Picture by Landseer, 183;
+  "Ignoramus," 183;
+  Saved by South Sea Islanders, 183;
+  A Strange Vow, 183;
+  Honour among Cats, 183;
+  Memory in Parrots, 183;
+  The Clock-tower in Darmstadt Palace, 183;
+  Oiling the Waves, 183;
+  Spider Knicknacks, 184;
+  An Affectionate Dog, 184;
+  A Sagacious Cavalry Horse, 184;
+  What is a Nabob? 184;
+  A Curious Volcano, 184;
+  How a Dog saved its Blind Master, 246;
+  Abraham Men, 246;
+  Famous Abdicators, 246;
+  Memory in Cats, 247;
+  Fugitives from Siberia, 247;
+  Tame Humming Birds, 247;
+  Intelligent Dogs, 247;
+  Skating Race in Lapland, 247;
+  The Riddle of the Sphinx, 247;
+  The Wolf and the Bees, 248;
+  About Pages, 248;
+  The Union Jack, 248;
+  Glendower's Oak, 248;
+  A Product of the Soudan, 309;
+  The Vallary Crown, 309;
+  Supposed Relic of Trafalgar, 309;
+  The Founder of Ragged Schools, 309;
+  Tallow Trees, 309;
+  A Saucy Sparrow, 309;
+  "Sansculottes," 310;
+  Fresh-water Springs in the Sea, 309;
+  Feathered Thieves, 310;
+  Carlyle's Birthplace, 310;
+  Memory in Dogs, 310;
+  Anecdotes of Apelles, 310;
+  Drawing the Badger, 311;
+  A Gallant Rescue, 311;
+  War Elephants, 311;
+  About the Mistletoe, 370;
+  Badges of the Apostles, 370;
+  The Yule Log, 370;
+  The Senses of Bees, 370;
+  Abolition of Christmas Day, 371;
+  The Dancing Bird, 371;
+  Americanisms, 371;
+  Peacock Pie, 371;
+  The "Ironsides," 371;
+  Migration of Storks, 371.
+
+POETRY--
+  Little Miss Propriety, 11.
+  Madge's Dove, 16.
+  Nessie's Adventure, 21.
+  A Practical Joke, 28.
+  A Summer Hour, 44.
+  A Queen of the Beach, 54.
+  A Race on the Sands, 77.
+  The Children's Light Brigade, 85.
+  The Maids and the Magpie, 91.
+  Harvest Days, 108.
+  Waiting for Father, 113.
+  Summer Visitors, 140,
+  Their Wonderful Ride, 153.
+  An Apple Song, 170.
+  Daisy and Dolly, 176.
+  Legends of the Flowers--
+    The Scarlet Pimpernel, 180.
+    The Sunflower, 280.
+  His First Sketch, 204.
+  Contentment, 217.
+  The Brownies to the Rescue, 256.
+  The Song of a Little Bird, 267.
+  Poor Pussy, 313.
+  A Morning Visit, 333.
+  The Rival Mothers, 337.
+  A Helping Hand, 345.
+  "Father's Coming," 348.
+  The Legend of the Reeds, 358.
+  The Birds' Petition, 368.
+  Little Doctor May, 375.
+
+PRIZE COMPETITIONS--
+  Picture Pages Wanting Words, &c, and Answers, 58, 64, 124, 128, 188,
+    192, 252, 320, 379.
+  Lists of Honour. 58, 124, 188.
+  The LITTLE FOLKS Special Prize Competitions for 1884, 62.
+  The LITTLE FOLKS Annual for 1885, 252.
+  A New LITTLE FOLKS Painting Book Competition, 319.
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITIONS--61, 126, 190, 254, 318, 378.
+
+PUZZLES, OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN, AND ANSWERS--58, 60, 125, 128, 188, 189,
+  253, 317, 320, 374, 377.
+
+QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS--63, 127, 191, 255, 319, 379.
+
+RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY, SOME FAMOUS
+  The "Flying Dutchman," 39.
+  The "Wild Irishman," 86.
+  The "Flying Scotchman," 204.
+  The Continental and "Tidal" Mails, 346.
+
+SERIAL STORIES--
+  A LITTLE TOO CLEVER. By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities,"
+    "Margaret's Enemy," &c. &c, 1, 65, 129, 193, 257, 321.
+  THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE: THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS. By the Author of
+    "The Heir of Elmdale," &c, 32, 93, 163, 224, 281, 348.
+
+SHORT STORIES--
+  Too Young for School, 21.
+  How Paulina Won Back Peter (_A Fairy Story_), 47.
+  The King and Queen's Quarrel, 78.
+  Master Tom's "Rainy Weather," 88.
+  Jemmy's and My Adventure, 101.
+  A Game of Cricket in Elfland (_A Fairy Story_), 105.
+  The Little Flowers' Wish, 116.
+  Andy's Brave Deed, 147.
+  What Came of a Foxglove (_A Fairy Story_), 172.
+  A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.
+  Little Fe, 218.
+  What the Magic Words Meant (_A Fairy Story_), 235.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  A Young Roman's Sacrifice (A True Story), 239.
+  The Discontented Boat, 242.
+  Harry's Prize Rabbit, 242.
+  The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.
+  "Whistling for It," 271.
+  The Magic Music and its Message (_A Fairy Story_), 293.
+  Mab, the Wolf, and the Waterfall, 299.
+  "Where there's a Will there's a Way," 302.
+  "Home, Sweet Home;" or, Lost in London, 302.
+  Faithful to Her Trust (A True Story), 332.
+  Little Bab and the Story-Book, 341.
+  Hedwig's Christmas Presents, 355.
+  A Race for a Cat (_A Fairy Story_), 361.
+  Ethel's Pink Plant, and what Happened to it, 364.
+
+STORIES, POEMS, AND PICTURES OF BIRDS, BEASTS, AND FISHES--
+  Fighting with a Shadow, 12.
+  Madge's Dove, 16.
+  A Practical Joke, 28.
+  Mornings at the Zoo--
+    The Stork Family, 41.
+    About the Bats, 104.
+    In the Fish-house, 170.
+    The Kangaroos, 297.
+  A Race on the Sands, 77.
+  The Kingfisher and the Fishes, 81.
+  The Maids and the Magpie, 91.
+  About the Frankolin, 121.
+  Summer Visitors, 140.
+  Buried Alive; or, Love Never Lost on a Dog, 158.
+  A Foraging Expedition in South America, 207.
+  All about Snails, 232.
+  Harry's Prize Rabbit, 242.
+  The Rival Kings (A Fable in Four Situations), 276.
+  The Fox and the Frog, 288.
+  Poor Pussy, 313.
+  Going to Sea in a Cage, 334.
+  The Rival Mothers, 337.
+  A Helping Hand, 345.
+  The Birds' Petition, 368.
+
+SUNDAY AFTERNOONS, OUR--
+    Solomon's Dream at Gibeon, 18.
+    The Dream of the Barley Cake, 82.
+    Nebuchadnezzar's Dream of the Huge Tree, 154.
+    The Dream of Pilate's Wife, 214.
+    A Dream for all Ages, 306.
+    Saved by a Dream, 338.
+  Bible Exercises, 20, 84, 156, 216, 308, 340.
+
+WESTMINSTER ABBEY, STORIES TOLD IN--
+  How the Abbey was Built, 14.
+  The Coronations in the Abbey, 113,
+  Royal Funerals in the Abbey, 176.
+  Curious Customs and Remarkable Incidents, 222.
+  The Sanctuary, Cloisters, and Chapter-House, 291.
+  The Monuments, 366.
+
+
+
+
+A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.
+
+_By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid
+Marjory," &c._
+
+CHAPTER XX.--MRS. MACDOUGALL FINDS DUNCAN.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+A whole week elapsed, in which Mrs. MacDougall received no tidings of
+the children. Every day she trudged to the market-town and back, not
+able to bear the suspense without doing something. Every day she
+received the same answer, and turned away with a weary sigh. The men who
+answered her questions noticed her change from day to day, and shrank
+from giving her the same hopeless replies time after time. They were
+puzzled and astonished, but still confident that the children would
+ultimately be found. In their own minds they believed the children had
+fallen in with some wandering gipsies or other vagrants, and were being
+closely guarded. They knew well enough that there were plenty of ways of
+stealing children, and keeping them out of sight in barges, colliers, or
+gipsies' vans, and that the time that had elapsed made the probability
+of finding the children much less; but this they kept to themselves.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall, however, was not so easily blinded. She knew the
+dangers that were waiting to engulf them. She called to mind having
+read, some years ago in the newspapers, of a little fair, delicate boy,
+who was stolen away and never found. She remembered distinctly enough
+the agonised appeal of his parents that every man and woman would join
+in the search for the child by keeping their eyes open wherever they
+went.
+
+She had been deeply interested, and wondered how such a thing could
+happen. She remembered that, in spite of all, little Charlie (that was
+the child's name), had never been discovered, and that his fate had
+remained shrouded in mystery, the supposition being that the child had
+been stolen by cruel, wicked people, and perhaps died of fright.
+
+Could such a fate have overtaken her children? A hundred times a day
+she cried to God that He would save them from a life of sin and
+degradation, even if by death, and there is no doubt that the mother's
+prayers had the reward of keeping them out of the dangers she feared for
+them.
+
+The Sabbath came round. Mrs. MacDougall put on her best clothes, dressed
+her mother and Robbie, and went off to the kirk as usual.
+
+"The Lord will not ill-requite me for keeping His day holy," she said
+solemnly, when her mother suggested that news might come in her absence.
+"The Lord knows I am in His kirk, and He will no seek me in the
+cottage."
+
+Her simple faith was destined to receive its verification. Early the
+next morning a messenger arrived, bringing news. He spread out an
+official document on the table, and began with much unnecessary and
+tiresome questioning.
+
+"If ye're wanting to send me crazy, you may just take your own time, but
+if not, will ye tell me right out are they found?" she asked sharply.
+
+"Well, yes, they are," the man replied.
+
+"Then tell me how, and where."
+
+"The boy is in Edinburgh, ill of the fever, but well cared for in a
+children's hospital. The girl is in London, in a place she won't be
+running away from in a hurry."
+
+"You mean a prison, surely?" Mrs. MacDougall gasped. "Say the right
+word, man, and don't put your own gloss on things. It doesn't make them
+any the better."
+
+"It isn't a prison exactly," the man replied, "except that she can't get
+free from it without the permission of them that put her there. She got
+in with some people who are now in custody, and as she will be an
+important witness, she will be, perhaps, detained there until the case
+comes before the magistrates; but she is safe and sound, according to
+our information."
+
+"And can I no rescue her from that place?" Mrs. MacDougall asked.
+
+"That depends upon many things," the officer answered cautiously. "I
+could not undertake to say."
+
+In a very short time Mrs. MacDougall was ready for her journey. "Ye will
+nae gang outside the gate whiles I'm gone," she said to Robbie, "an'
+bless your heart for a good child, I know you will not disobey me." Then
+to her mother she added, "I will just ask our good neighbour Jarrett to
+look in an' see ye all right, an' that your wants are supplied." Then
+she bade them adieu, and departed.
+
+They walked as far as Dunster, calling at the farm on their way, then
+hired a vehicle to convey them to Killochrie, the nearest place to which
+the trains ran--not by the circuitous route that Elsie and Duncan had
+found their way there, but by a direct road.
+
+That night Mrs. MacDougall was in Edinburgh, and was mightily amazed and
+confused with the grandeur and bustle of the place, which she had never
+seen before. How her children could have found their way here, and still
+more, how they could ever have been discovered and identified in such a
+teeming, bustling, bewildering city, she could not imagine. She had yet
+to see London, to which Edinburgh could not compare for teeming
+multitudes, labyrinths of streets, and all the gigantic bustle and
+confusion of a vast city.
+
+"Ah! but it's a right wicked place," she exclaimed in horror, as she
+passed by some of the foul-smelling closes, or courts, as we call them,
+where dishevelled hag-like old women sat on door-steps, and filthy,
+squalid children played in the gutter, where ill-favoured young people
+of both sexes hung idly about the entrances, chaffing or quarrelling
+with each other. "Ye police people must be a poor set out, an' ye can no
+do away with such dens as these!" Mrs. MacDougall cried in righteous
+indignation. "And the country folk are all for sending their girls into
+the towns to get high wages and such gear. I would not have one of mine
+come to such a Babylon as this!"
+
+But Mrs. MacDougall had not time for more observations, for they were
+soon at the hospital where sick children were received. They were at
+once admitted. A kind-looking woman came forward, and asked if it was
+necessary to see the child.
+
+"Are ye no aware, ma'am, that he is my ain bairn?" Mrs. MacDougall
+began; but her companion interrupted her.
+
+"Our business is to identify the little laddie," he said, with a tone of
+authority.
+
+"Then I warn you to be careful," the woman replied. "He is just in a
+critical condition, and must not be spoken to."
+
+"Ye mean well to say his life is in danger?" Mrs. MacDougall asked
+quickly.
+
+"I cannot deny it," the matron replied; "but you must not despair.
+Children make wonderful recoveries," she added, kindly.
+
+She led them to the door of the ward, where a nurse came forward to
+conduct them to the proper bed.
+
+"It is my ain little bairnie," Mrs. MacDougall whispered; "but sairly
+altered, sairly changed."
+
+"He couldn't have been worse than he's been," the nurse said, drawing
+them a little way from the bed. "The delirium was just dreadful to see!
+But that's past, and we only want him to rally. He's about exhausted
+now, and must be kept quiet. I would not like him to open his eyes and
+find you by his side. By my will you would not have been admitted."
+
+"Then I'll go directly," Mrs. MacDougall said, quickly. "I will no beg
+you to be kind to my bairn, for I can trust your face; but I will pray
+for you to be rewarded for every act o' kindness done to a poor lost
+little one. When can I come again?"
+
+"To-morrow's the right day. You can come then," the nurse replied.
+
+"I'll be near at hand, an' they'll let me know if a bad change comes,"
+Mrs. MacDougall said hurriedly. "I'll get the nearest lodging to be
+had."
+
+When the clothes of the child had been duly identified, the officer and
+Mrs. MacDougall departed. "I shall no leave this place to-night," Mrs.
+MacDougall said, firmly. "The lass is safe and sound, and Duncan may be
+dying. I must be near by."
+
+So a decent lodging was found, in which Mrs. MacDougall took up her
+quarters, having first taken her address to the matron, who promised her
+that she should be sent for if immediate danger developed itself. The
+officer was somewhat puzzled by Mrs. MacDougall's determination; but as
+his instructions were to proceed with the identification of both
+children, he determined to go on to London at once, armed with the most
+minute description Mrs. MacDougall could give him of the missing child.
+
+It is needless to say that the description tallied perfectly. As,
+however, the examination of John and Lucy Murdoch, known to us by the
+name of Donaldson, was expected to take place in a day or two, the
+officer remained in London, waiting to obtain Elsie's full discharge,
+which could not be hoped for until after this important event.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall was acquainted with her perfect safety, and as Duncan
+remained on the brink of the grave, she did not, for the present,
+attempt to leave Edinburgh.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI.--BEFORE THE MAGISTRATE.
+
+On a certain morning, not long after her first appearance before the
+magistrate, Elsie was once more brought into court. She had hailed the
+appearance of her old acquaintance with something approaching delight,
+for any change was a welcome one from the hard, dreary, monotonous life
+she had been leading in the wards of the workhouse.
+
+"Do you know anything about Duncan?" she asked, eagerly. "Did they
+really take him to the hospital? she didn't turn him into the streets,
+did she? Oh! I have been so frightened about it. They said they didn't
+know anything about it in there. You know, don't you?"
+
+"Yes, I know," the man said, gravely.
+
+Elsie looked up in his face questioningly. It was very grave. "Is he--is
+he--dead?" she gasped.
+
+"Not as far as I know," the man replied; "and he did go into the
+hospital right enough; but he was as near dead as possible when your
+mother found him there. I don't think it's certain now whether he'll
+recover."
+
+"Mother found him!" Elsie cried. "Then--then she knows where we are?"
+
+"Yes, she knows," the man replied.
+
+Elsie involuntarily drew a long sigh of relief. It was only afterwards
+that she began to be worried with doubts as to what her mother would say
+or do. In that first moment her first instinct was that being found by
+her mother was the end of all trouble, and that was, no doubt, a true
+and natural instinct.
+
+But the after feeling of fear and doubt soon came to cloud Elsie's joy
+at what seemed such good news. How glad she would be once more to be
+back in the clean, sweet cottage on her native moor. She had thought
+that life hard, and so wanted to be a little lady, but it was a perfect
+paradise compared with her present life; and as for care, which is the
+greatest enemy to happiness that we can have, she had not known what it
+meant before she ran away. Food and clothes, and warm, comfortable
+shelter, were all hers without a thought on her part, and yet she had
+been so discontented and cross and disagreeable to everybody because she
+had not dainty food and nothing to do. But she had found out what it
+felt like to be without a home or a friend, with coarse food, and
+nothing but harsh words; and she had been continually told that that was
+far more than she deserved, and was given to her only out of charity,
+for which she ought to be most grateful.
+
+If only Mrs. MacDougall would let her go home and things be the same as
+before, she would never be discontented or ungrateful any more, but she
+could hardly believe that she would ever get back again to that old
+happy life.
+
+And Duncan? He might die! Then it would never be the same again. Dear
+little Duncan, who did not want to come away, and had always been
+contented, but would not forsake his sister. But for her he would be
+well and happy now, whereas everything was dreadful and wretched. It was
+quite certain it could never come right. If only she had known
+beforehand? It seemed so easy and so nice. Was it her fault that things
+had turned out so different? Was she to blame for not knowing?
+
+In this way she tried to find some excuse and consolation where there
+was indeed little enough, falling back on the idle excuses people so
+frequently make. How many people ask "Was it my fault that I did not
+know?" when that was not at all where the fault lay.
+
+At last the court was reached. Elsie was taken into a small room, where
+she had to wait some time, and had plenty of time for reflection. She
+grew very nervous and frightened, and began to wonder whether they had
+sent for her to punish her, whether the white-haired gentleman thought
+she had told stories, and was going to send her to prison. Yet the
+officer had seemed kind, and they had promised her that by-and-by she
+should be allowed to go home. Could she have told a story without
+knowing it? She tried to think over all she had said. Suddenly it came
+into her head that perhaps this clever, wise gentleman knew that her
+name was not MacDougall, but Grosvenor, and would punish her for that.
+What ought she to have said? She puzzled and puzzled over it till she
+grew quite stupid and bewildered.
+
+By-and-by the officer who had brought her took her hand and led her
+forward. As she entered the great room in which she had been once
+before, she noticed that it was thronged with people. She was presently
+placed in a small, square, box-like place, reminding her a little of the
+pews in the kirk. Before her she soon detected the old gentleman who had
+questioned her, but there were several others seated near him. Turning
+her head slightly, her eyes fell with fright and dismay on the figures
+of the "fairy mother" and a man, who was neither Uncle William nor
+Grandpapa Donaldson, yet reminded her of both.
+
+They were looking at her, and Elsie saw something in their faces that
+made her tremble. Yet she could not turn her eyes away till the "fairy
+mother" dropped hers, and with a heavy sigh made a little movement, as
+if to hide from herself the sight of her ungrateful child.
+
+Then Elsie caught sight of another face: she recognised the man Andrew.
+There were others whose faces she did not know.
+
+The Bible was handed her, and again she had to repeat the words of the
+solemn oath. Again the old gentleman leaned forward and asked her if she
+knew what an oath was, repeating his solemn warning. Then came the
+question, "What is your name?"
+
+"Please, sir, I don't know," Elsie faltered, bursting into tears.
+
+"The child is just dazed, your honour!" cried a voice from the crowd,
+which rang strangely in Elsie's ears, but the venturesome individual was
+silenced immediately.
+
+"You told us the other day," the old gentleman said kindly. "You have
+only to tell the truth, then you need not be frightened."
+
+"I'm afraid it was a story," Elsie exclaimed. And the "fairy mother"
+looked round anxiously. "I don't know whether my name is Elsie
+MacDougall or Elsie Grosvenor, because I am not sure whether Mrs.
+MacDougall was our mother or whether Aunt Nannie was."
+
+Again a voice cried out something from the crowd, but Elsie did not
+catch the words. The person was warned that she would be removed if she
+interrupted again, and the gentleman continued.
+
+"We will take your name as Elsie MacDougall. Is it true that you ran
+away from your home on a certain Wednesday?"
+
+Elsie replied that she had done so, and then she was asked a great many
+questions, first about herself, then about the companions she had
+travelled with, which it would take far too much room to write down. She
+was terrified almost beyond measure at answering such inquiries with the
+terrible "fairy mother" standing close by, especially when other
+gentlemen began to ask her questions too in a sharp way that confused
+and bewildered her. Every particular of her acquaintance with these
+people was drawn from her, and a great deal of interest displayed in her
+account of how she was separated from Duncan, and the description of
+"Uncle William's" sudden change into "Grandpapa Donaldson."
+
+"Now look well at this person. Have you ever seen him before?" the
+magistrate asked, pointing to the man standing near Mrs. Donaldson.
+
+Elsie replied that she had not but he seemed to remind her a little of
+some one she had seen.
+
+One of the gentlemen then held up a black wig, and whiskers, beard, and
+moustache.
+
+Elsie recognised them at once. "I know what that is like!" she
+exclaimed, in great astonishment. "He had hair like that when he was
+Uncle William."
+
+Another wig was then held before Elsie's wondering eyes. This time it
+was grey, with a small close-cut beard and whiskers, such as the old man
+in the railway carriage wore.
+
+They were handed in turn to the man standing by Mrs. Donaldson, with a
+request that he would put them on. This, however, he indignantly
+refused to do, but Elsie took a steady look, and felt sure that if he
+had he would have looked exactly like Uncle William and Grandpapa
+Donaldson.
+
+The next astonishing thing shown her was a light grey coat, the exact
+counterpart of the one worn by the gentleman in the carriage and Uncle
+William. It was turned inside out, and behold, it became a completely
+new overcoat of a drab colour, like the one worn by Grandpapa Donaldson.
+
+So that was how he had changed himself so completely, by changing his
+black hair for grey and turning his coat inside out. He must have done
+it very quickly and quietly, while Mrs. Donaldson kept Elsie's eyes
+fixed on her. He stoutly denied this, but it was very strange that the
+black wig should have been discovered in a mysterious pocket of that
+cleverly-made coat, and that Mrs. Donaldson's papa should be so vain as
+to go about in a wig, and false whiskers, beard and moustache, because
+he had none of his own--very strange indeed; and so the lawyers and
+magistrates seemed to think it.
+
+Elsie was very, very tired with the long examination she had to undergo.
+All she could make out of it was that these people, whose real names
+were John and Lucy Murdoch, were suspected of having stolen a great deal
+of money from rich people. At last Elsie was told she might go, and the
+officer of whom she had seen so much came forward to lead her away. As
+she was passing out, who should she see coming towards her but Meg. She
+lifted her eyes, and looked with a frightened glance at Elsie. Her eyes
+were red, and she looked altogether most wretched and unhappy.
+
+"I haven't told a word," Elsie couldn't help whispering as she passed
+close by her; but Meg did not seem to hear, for she never raised her
+head or even smiled.
+
+Elsie wondered what they were going to do with her, and hoped she would
+not get into any trouble. But she could not help thinking of her own
+miseries. Now, she supposed, she must go back again to that dreadful
+workhouse, with its harsh matron and dreadful companions, its misery,
+discomfort, and loneliness. She could not help shuddering and gulping
+back the sorrowful sobs that seemed to choke her. She was very tired and
+down-hearted.
+
+The man touched her on the arm. She lifted her eyes, and saw standing
+close by, her mother, Mrs. MacDougall. In a moment Elsie flew towards
+her with a cry of joy, exclaiming "Oh! take me home, mother; take me
+away, please."
+
+"I've got the discharge from the magistrate," Mrs. MacDougall explained.
+"I applied for it this morning directly after the court was opened."
+
+[Illustration: "IN A MOMENT ELSIE FLEW TOWARDS HER" (_p. 324_).]
+
+"Quite right, ma'am," the man assented. Then turning to Elsie, he
+exclaimed, "Now, my girl, you're free to go home with your mother; and
+if you take my advice, you won't try running away again. You're just
+fortunate to have got off as you have. If it hadn't been for our
+tracking the Murdochs just when we did, there's no telling what would
+have become of you. They are not the sort that would hesitate to get rid
+of you in any way that came first when they found they didn't want you;
+and all I say is you may be thankful you stand where you do at this
+moment."
+
+"You've just had a narrow escape of being drawn into a den of sin and
+iniquity," Mrs. MacDougall added fervently, "and I'm right thankful to
+the Almighty for the good care He's taken of you. I'm sure, sir, you're
+very kind to this erring lass, and I'm right grateful for all your
+goodness."
+
+"Mother," Elsie faltered, hardly daring to frame the question, "where is
+Duncan?"
+
+"He's in the hospital yet," Mrs. MacDougall replied. "He lies in a fair
+way to recover, if no ill turn befalls him, but I doubt me if he'll ever
+be the same laddie again. He's woefully altered, but the Lord has been
+good to him too, and put it into the heart of that poor body they call
+Meg to take him to the hospital, though they had no intention for her to
+do it. May she be rewarded for her charitable deed!"
+
+At this moment the officer came back to say that a cab was ready to take
+them to the station.
+
+"And am I going with you now?" Elsie asked.
+
+"Yes; we'll be getting back to Edinburgh to-night," Mrs. MacDougall
+replied.
+
+They bade the officer good-bye, and drove away. Elsie could hardly
+believe that she was once more free and on her way home. The revulsion
+of feeling was too much; she lay back in the carriage, and sobbed as if
+her heart would break.
+
+"I will no reproach you, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall said, gently, "for I
+ken you're punished enough, but it will do ye no harm to feel
+sore-hearted for all the sorrow you've brought on yoursel and others."
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII.--THE MURDOCHS.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall and Elsie had some time to wait before the night train
+started. They spent it in the waiting-room, Mrs. MacDougall having first
+procured for Elsie as comfortable a tea as her means would allow. To
+Elsie it seemed a perfect feast.
+
+While they are waiting I must take the opportunity of telling all that
+had been found out about the Murdochs, and how they came to take charge
+of the children. Lucy Murdoch had been, as Meg said, quite a poor girl,
+living in one of the miserable closes in which the old town of Edinburgh
+abounds. She was very pretty and clever, but naturally inclined to
+deceit and cunning. When she was about seventeen she went to service,
+but could never keep a place, because she was impertinent, and so fond
+of dressing herself up in fine clothes that she at last began to steal
+things from the ladies she lived with in order to gratify her vanity.
+
+Her friends said she looked like any lady, and this so pleased the vain
+creature that she tried to pass for one wherever she could, giving
+herself great airs in shops she was sent to and when walking out of
+doors. At last it was found that she had been to a shop in Edinburgh and
+ordered some things in the name of a young lady, in whose mother's house
+she had been a servant. After this she disappeared from Edinburgh, and
+her friends saw nothing of her for many years.
+
+When they heard of her again, she was married. She came back dressed as
+a smart lady, and looking and speaking very much like one. She had been
+in London, and had picked up all sorts of fine ways. Her husband was
+just such another as herself: they both disliked honest work, but lived
+by their cunning.
+
+One of their tricks was to go to a grand hotel where there were rich
+people, make the acquaintance of some wealthy lady or gentleman,
+skilfully manage to rob the unsuspicious individuals of any money they
+might have with them, and then depart, letting the suspicion fall on
+some unfortunate servant.
+
+Just before they had met Elsie and Duncan they had been staying at a
+very fashionable resort in the Highlands, where Lucy Murdoch, by her
+dashing manner and profuse liberality, made a great many friends and was
+much admired. There happened to be among the company an Australian
+gentleman just arrived in England, who had brought with him a
+pocket-book full of notes, which he perhaps intended to pay into an
+English bank. The gentleman, being boastful and proud of his money, gave
+broad hints of the wealth he carried with him to Lucy Murdoch and her
+husband, whom he thought very nice people, and so much more friendly to
+a foreigner than the cold, proud English folk usually are. One morning
+the gentleman found his pocket-book gone, notes and all. He came into
+luncheon full of it, pouring out his indignant wrath to his genial
+friends, the Murdochs, who commiserated him, and were as indignant as
+he. One of the waiters was suspected. The wretched man declared that he
+had seen the gentleman, Mr. Halliwell (the name under which the Murdochs
+were then going), coming out of the Australian gentleman's bedroom, that
+he had spoken to him, and that Mr. Halliwell had said that he had made a
+mistake and just gone inside, but had seen directly his error. The man
+was not believed, for there were the Halliwells still staying in the
+hotel, going and coming as freely as could be. The next day they paid
+their bill (a good long one) and went away, bidding their acquaintances
+good-bye, and hoping they should meet in Edinburgh.
+
+After they had gone some way on their journey, Lucy discovered that she
+had lost a letter from one of her bad companions in Edinburgh--no other
+than the man Andrew, who was one of their accomplices. Fearing she might
+have dropped it in the hotel, they made all haste to get to London, but
+their journey was delayed at a certain point by the stupidity of a
+driver, who had undertaken to drive them to Killochrie, but could not
+find the way, the consequence being that they lost their train, and
+would be delayed eight hours.
+
+Now Lucy Murdoch had heard of the missing children, and when she stopped
+Elsie and Duncan to ask them the way, she immediately supposed, from
+what Elsie said, that these were the very ones. Being very clever and
+quick-witted, she saw in a moment she could make use of them to forward
+her own escape. Driving to the nearest town, she purchased black
+ready-made garments, retired to a lonely spot, and dressed herself as a
+widow, smoothing back her curled locks under the close round bonnet.
+Then she went to the children, dressed them in the clothes she had
+bought, walked back to the station, and went on by train to a little
+town some twenty miles off, where she spent the night, her husband
+having gone first to secure a lodging. On the next day they went on to
+Edinburgh under the new name of Donaldson, John Murdoch passing as her
+brother, and the children as her fatherless little ones on their way
+home from school.
+
+Duncan's illness interfered with her plans, and necessitated her seeking
+the help of the man Andrew, while she and her husband went to a
+fashionable hotel. But Lucy Murdoch was not to be daunted. It would do
+just as well to travel to London with one child as two, and even serve
+still further to destroy her identity. So she would have cast Duncan off
+like an old shoe. Elsie's determination made this difficult, but she
+soon devised a plan to get Elsie off by cunning, and leave Duncan
+behind. Although she promised Elsie that Duncan should go to the
+hospital, she had left instructions with Meg that he was to be taken
+back to Andrew's house. Meg, however, took him to the hospital, and said
+(poor ignorant thing) that she had found him ill in the street. When she
+got home she put on her most stupid air, and declared that she didn't
+rightly know what Mrs. Murdoch meant her to do, that she was very sorry
+if she'd done wrong, and hadn't she better go and fetch him back? Andrew
+abused her, but at the hospital the child was left. Poor Meg! she had in
+her a kind heart, and might have been a good, happy girl but for bad
+companions.
+
+The police, however, were on the track of the Murdochs. They had been
+watched from place to place, and evidence collected. When they least
+thought of danger they found themselves lodged in a prison.
+
+Elsie's account greatly helped to prove their guilt. Meg was examined,
+and was found to have known a great deal about their doings; but as she
+was not found guilty of any crime, she was allowed to go free, and
+advised by the magistrate to forsake her old companions, and endeavour
+to live honestly and respectably. A charitable lady afterwards took her
+into a home, being much touched by the account she gave of Duncan's
+illness, and the way she had done what she could to save his life.
+
+John and Lucy Murdoch were sentenced to be imprisoned for a great many
+years. The man Andrew was also severely punished.
+
+What they intended, to do with Elsie was not clear. Duncan they had left
+dangerously ill, without nursing or medical advice. The magistrate
+pointed out to him that they ought to be grateful to Meg, for if the
+child had died they would certainly have been charged with causing his
+death.
+
+Probably they would have left Elsie to a similar fate: unless, indeed,
+they had succeeded in making her one of themselves, in which case she
+would, perhaps, have been tempted to join them in some hideous crime,
+and have ended her days in a prison.
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.--BACK HOME AGAIN.
+
+Elsie and her mother travelled all night, and reached Edinburgh early
+the next morning. This time it was only a third-class carriage, crowded
+by very ordinary-looking men and women--a very different journey from
+the one with the wicked "fairy mother;" but the unhappy child, tired out
+with all she had gone through, leant her head against her mother's
+shoulder, and slept through the night with a sweet sense of safety and
+protection to which she had long been a stranger.
+
+They found Duncan still slowly mending, but looking a mere shadow of his
+former bonnie self. Elsie was so overwhelmed at the sight of his poor
+little wasted figure, and cried so bitterly, that the nurse promptly
+ordered her out of the ward.
+
+"Tell Elsie I'm quite well now," he said anxiously to Mrs. MacDougall.
+"She needn't cry, because we are going home; aren't we, mother? You did
+say we might."
+
+"Yes, well all be happy again together soon, little lad," Mrs.
+MacDougall replied.
+
+"Perhaps they hurt Elsie," Duncan continued, still anxious for Elsie.
+"They were bad people, mother;" and the little fellow shuddered.
+
+They were obliged to calm him and turn his thoughts away. One of the
+worst points of his illness had been the fits of terror that came over
+him when a recollection of the Fergusons or the Murdochs passed through
+his brain. It had been feared that his mind was seriously affected by
+the fright he had undergone.
+
+He was not yet fit to be moved, so Mrs. MacDougall decided to take Elsie
+home, and come again to fetch Duncan when he was ready to leave, as she
+had barely money enough left to take her to Dunster. Duncan was,
+however, convalescent, and in a fair way of recovering.
+
+It was only now that Mrs. MacDougall, the more pressing cares of her
+mind relieved, had time to remember Elsie's curious statement before the
+magistrates. "What did you mean, child, by saying that you didn't
+rightly know your own name?" she asked. "Surely you were dazed with the
+strange faces all round you. I feared you had lost your reason."
+
+Elsie hung her head sheepishly. Although she had heard nothing from
+any one on the subject, she had somehow a conviction in her mind that
+she had been very silly. It was easy to talk grandly to Duncan, but
+quite a different thing to tell the story to Mrs. MacDougall.
+
+"I don't know. I did think that perhaps me and Duncan were the babies of
+Aunt Nannie's what Uncle Grosvenor sent you to take care of," Elsie
+stammered, growing very red.
+
+"Good patience, child! What do you know about your aunt Nannie's
+babies?" Mrs. MacDougall exclaimed, in amazement. "Who have been
+tattling to you about what don't concern them?"
+
+"Then we _are_ those babies!" Elsie cried, with a flash of excitement.
+
+"You!" cried Mrs. MacDougall; "that you are not. What could make you
+think such a thing? Whoever told you so much--an' I reckon your foolish
+old grannie was the person--might as well have told the whole story,
+which, however, it was my great wish should be kept quite a secret.
+Robbie was your poor Aunt Nannie's bairn."
+
+"Robbie!" Elsie exclaimed, slowly; "but there were two babies, mother."
+
+"There were twin babies, but one died the next day after it reached me,
+poor bairn. It was a girl baby, and the one the father took an interest
+in; but it died, and he cared little or nothing about Robbie, so I kept
+him my own self, for he was but a poor little lad, and could no bear a
+rough life. Often I've been tempted to let the child go back to his own
+flesh and blood, but I hadn't the heart, knowing there was none that
+would look after him with the care he needed."
+
+"Is Robbie better than we are, mother?" Elsie asked, with the old
+jealousy cropping up once more. "Uncle Grosvenor is a grand laird, is he
+not?"
+
+[Illustration: "ROBBIE WAITED ON HIM" (_p. 329_).]
+
+Mrs. MacDougall laughed. "He's just a well-to-do tradesman, though he
+had mighty fine airs when he used to come to Dunster; but I never liked
+the looks of him. He broke his poor wife's heart, and never believed it
+till she lay dead, and then he was sorry, and tried to make some amends.
+He was a bit touched when he saw his motherless bairns, and did a kind
+deed when he sent them to me; but he soon grew blithe and gay again, and
+troubled his head no more. I've never heard from him from that day to
+this, except that he sends me payment for the babies still. He doesn't
+even know that the little one died, for he has never written; and I
+don't know where he is; but any day he may come, and just take it into
+his head to fetch poor Nannie's bairn away from me: but I hope he won't,
+for now that he's married again and has many children, as I am told,
+poor Robbie will be ill-welcomed among them."
+
+What a different tale this was from the one Elsie had concocted in her
+own mind! How utterly foolish and ashamed she was feeling. She would
+tell all, and would so ease her mind.
+
+"Mother," she said, speaking quickly, "it was all through a letter I
+picked up and read, and because I always thought Robbie was your
+favourite more than me and Duncan. I thought he must be your little boy,
+and that we were not. You did buy Robbie more things, and never sent him
+for the milk."
+
+"Ye're right enough, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall said, with a sigh. "There's
+many a time, when I've been sore pressed, I've been tempted to take the
+money that Robbie's father sent to buy the clothes you and Duncan were
+in need of; but I've always stood against it, and never spent a penny of
+that money for any other purpose than the right one, and I've taken
+care of the child more jealously than if he was my own. But the Evil One
+himself must have put it in your heart to be jealous of that poor little
+lad. With all my care, I doubt that he'll ever see manhood. And as for
+the letter, I think I know the one you mean. If you found it, you'd no
+call to read it."
+
+"But I read it, and I kept it," Elsie confessed, seeing that her mother
+had quite failed to comprehend all that she had tried to tell her. "It
+was for that I wanted to run away--to go and find who I thought was our
+own father--and I took Duncan with me. I thought it would be easy. I
+didn't mean to hurt Duncan."
+
+"I will be no harsh to you, Elsie," Mrs. MacDougall said, sorrowfully.
+"It's a sore thing for a mother to think of; but God has taught you His
+lesson in His own way. I doubt you'll never do the like again."
+
+It was only by degrees that Mrs. MacDougall heard the whole history of
+the children's wanderings, or Elsie fully understood the terrible
+dangers to which she had, by her own act, willingly exposed herself and
+Duncan. Never had she fully realised what the word "home" meant until
+returning to it, after having been homeless, lonely, and outcast, she
+was received with the glad welcome that no one else in all the wide
+world would have extended to her.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall was, like many of her race, a woman of few words, and
+not given to demonstrations of affection, yet with a deeply-rooted,
+fervent feeling of attachment to her own flesh and blood that nothing
+could destroy, that was only equalled by her strong sense of religious
+duty. In that terrible week of suspense, when she received no tidings of
+the missing children, her hair had become grey, and her face aged by
+many years. In seeking them out, she had spent unhesitatingly the
+hardly-scraped savings of years, laid by for the decent burying of her
+old mother and herself. These facts spoke more strongly than words. Even
+Elsie knew well enough the terrible degradation an honest, respectable
+Scottish woman would feel it that any of her birth and kin should fall
+upon the charity of strangers.
+
+Elsie had been ever a tiresome child. She was what people call
+clever--that is to say, she had from an early age the power of thinking
+for herself, and forming her own ideas on many subjects. This very
+activity of brain often overwhelmed the better feelings of her heart,
+which was not really bad. It was her own supposed cleverness that had
+led her into such a grievous error concerning that unfortunate letter
+she had found, her restless curiosity that had led her into the
+temptation of reading it, whereas Duncan's slower brain would have
+allowed his heart time to speak its protest against an action that he
+had been trained to regard as mean and dishonourable. Cleverness is a
+dangerous gift, apt to lead into very stray paths, unless there is firm
+principle to weigh it. Lucy Murdoch was extremely clever. Better for her
+to have been without one talent than to have used all ten to her own
+utter ruin.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall gave Elsie no bitter reproaches. She explained to her
+how grievous a sin she had committed, and what sorrow she had brought on
+those who had always shown her the truest kindness. She would allow no
+one to speak to Elsie about it, except the good old minister at the
+manse, who had known her from her birth. Farmer Jarrett greatly desired
+to give her a good talking to, but Mrs. MacDougall said, in her true
+Scottish fashion, "Nay, neighbour; the Lord had pointed His own moral,
+an' we can no better it. She has the little brother she loves always
+before her eyes to warn her." And this was true enough. Duncan had never
+recovered the effects of the fever. He seemed to have lost all his old
+robustness and vigour, taking little interest in anything, only caring
+to sit quiet and undisturbed before the fire. No words could have
+affected her more than that most pitiful sight. Mrs. MacDougall often
+caught Elsie's eyes fixed on the child with a wistful, sorrowful
+expression. She and Robbie waited on him continually, with patient
+unfailing tenderness, and both the children vied with each other as to
+who could be the more kind and thoughtful for him.
+
+Mrs. MacDougall from that time changed her treatment of Robbie, and
+moreover, explained to all three children the circumstances of his
+birth. She believed that she had erred in practising even this
+well-meant deceit, intended for the good both of Robbie and her own two
+children, which had, however, resulted in the very jealousy she had
+tried to prevent. Robbie benefited by the change, and was certainly far
+happier. He grew less babyish--stronger both in mind and body. The old
+jealousy died away, and Elsie liked him far better as a cousin--yet
+treated in every way like herself--than she had done as a brother.
+
+For several years no one dared to mention in Duncan's presence the sad
+experience he had lived through. His terror and excitement were so
+intense at the mere recollection of it, that the utmost care was
+necessary. He could never go out alone, for if he met a person who
+seemed to his morbid fancy to resemble either of the Fergusons or the
+Murdochs, his shuddering fear was shocking to witness. He and Robbie had
+quite changed places. It was he now who needed all the anxious,
+watchful care that in former days Elsie would have called petting.
+
+If no one reproached her, it is certain she reproached herself, more and
+more bitterly as she grew older, and understood how grave a misfortune
+she had brought upon Duncan, the one person she was most fond of in this
+world. She had turned his very trust in her into the means of
+sacrificing him. Sometimes she was so tortured by this thought that she
+could hardly bear it. "I will never leave him as long as I live," she
+often said to herself, as a sort of reparation for what he had suffered.
+"I will take care of him till I die."
+
+But there is a hope that in course of time, after he has passed the
+years of boyhood, he may recover his old strength, and in this hope
+Elsie lives.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE PAPERS FOR LITTLE ART WORKERS.
+
+IVORY MINIATURE PAINTING.
+
+
+We all know the beautiful miniatures that grandmammas count as some of
+their greatest treasures, mementoes of the friends of long ago. Some of
+those little bits of ivory are now worth, over and over again, their
+weight in gold. The names of Nicholas Hilliard, Isaac and Peter Oliver,
+Samuel Cooper, Nathaniel Hone, and Richard Cosway, are well-known in
+connection with the art of Miniature Painting. Photography now
+supersedes all other modes of taking portraits on a small scale on
+account of its rapidity, but no photograph, however carefully coloured,
+ever did, or ever will, equal the exquisite little gems left to us by
+the men we have reason to honour whose names I have mentioned already. I
+should, for my part, be glad to see the art, which has never gone quite
+out of fashion, restored to its old popularity.
+
+The choice of a good piece of ivory is important. You can get the pieces
+of various sizes from any good artist's colourman, and you must look out
+for one that has as little grain as possible in the centre, because the
+space the face will occupy should be free from streaks that would be
+detrimental to the painting. The remainder of the ivory is not of so
+much consequence, as in representing the drapery and background the
+grain can generally be hidden. Large sizes can be obtained, but I should
+not advise you to begin on one of them; a piece about 3-1/2 in. by 4-3/4
+in. does very well for a first attempt. Ivory can be cut with a pair of
+scissors, but it is a risky operation, and it is far better to get a
+professional worker to cut it for you if you need the shape or size
+altered; then, too, if you want an oval shape you will be pretty sure to
+get a true oval, which very possibly you could not manage yourself. Red
+sable brushes are used, and you should select those that will come to a
+good point. You will not require more than three or four, a medium size
+for washes, a smaller for stippling, and a very fine one for
+finishing-touches. An oval china palette is also needed; the small slabs
+sold in ordinary paintboxes are not serviceable for miniature painting,
+as many colours and tints are necessary. Use the best water-colours if
+you wish to succeed, and you will find those in pans or half pans are
+preferable to the dry cakes, as time is not spent in rubbing them down.
+These are the most useful colours:--Cobalt, French ultra, Prussian blue,
+carmine, or pink madder, Indian red, vermilion, light red, sepia, burnt
+umber, burnt sienna, Indian yellow, yellow ochre, ivory black, and
+Chinese white. I do not consider more than these requisite for an
+ordinary palette. Then you must have a firm drawing-board, and a bottle
+of clear strong gum. Some pieces of old linen should be kept at hand for
+cleaning the palette; if anything else be used for the purpose fluffy
+particles will be left on it that will get mixed up with the colours,
+and that we must do all in our power to avoid. I want to impress upon
+you the importance of choosing a good light for your work; for one
+reason you cannot get the delicate tints which are the great charm of
+ivory miniature painting if you sit in a bad position for seeing well;
+and for a second reason the work is so fine that there is the danger of
+trying your eyes too much if you are not careful in this respect.
+
+You must never continue the work if your eyes feel tired. Some person's
+eyesight is so much stronger than that of others that you must judge for
+yourselves whether or no it is harmful to you to produce such fine
+paintings. It is best to sketch the portrait first correctly on paper;
+not many amateurs will be able to do it direct on the ivory without some
+guide, and as few alterations as possible must be made on the ivory. If
+the sketch be tolerably dark it may be laid beneath the ivory, and so
+traced off with a brush filled with light red. It is far easier, of
+course, to work from a photograph; if you do this you need only to place
+the ivory over it, and thus you have the features, and the principal
+folds of the dress, ready to mark off with the brush on the
+semi-transparent ground. You must be so very careful not to let the
+ivory slip in the faintest degree out of place, or the likeness will
+sure to prove a failure.
+
+When you have all the principal points clearly defined, fix it by
+gumming it at the top to a square of writing-paper, which must be white.
+At the back of this lay three or four more squares of paper, until the
+ivory thus mounted looks opaque. Bristol board is used sometimes instead
+of paper, but it is liable to warp when exposed to heat. The ivory must
+only be gummed at the top, for if gum were allowed to run under the face
+the flesh-tints would be darkened; the papers also must be gummed
+together at the top, and they should be somewhat larger than the ivory.
+It must be placed aside until dry pressed in a book with a piece of
+clean paper over it. Lay on the first flesh-tint evenly with a large
+brush, leaving the whites of the eyes untouched. Light red, or Venetian
+red, to which the slightest touch of yellow has been added, forms a good
+tint to work upon; for dark complexion a little more yellow will be
+requisite.
+
+When the right depth of colour in the lights of the face is properly
+secured, the shadows may be put in with a good-sized brush. It is a
+great mistake ever to use very small brushes when larger ones can be
+equally well employed. In every style of painting we should strive to
+work as far as possible in a broad manner, and large brushes help us to
+do this. So, too, we should whenever practicable lay on our colours in
+washes; if we begin with stippling our drawings they will be "niggling,"
+and will be sure to look poor and "spotty." The shadows differ in shape
+and in colour on all faces, and to render these accurately is by no
+means an unimportant part of taking a likeness; the expression depends
+greatly upon the shadows, and we need to study nature closely if we
+would represent all the delicate gradations faithfully. As a shadow
+colour, cobalt, Venetian red, carmine or pink madder, and a suspicion of
+yellow, will make a good foundation; but the tint must be varied as
+occasion demands. Under the eyes, the shadows are blueish, whilst those
+under the eyebrows and nostrils are warm in tint; Indian red serves well
+for warming shadows. Beginners will very probably fear to lay in the
+shadows too strongly, but when they see the effect produced, they are
+likely to go to the opposite extreme and smear in the shadows heavily
+for the sake of giving character to the likeness. The happy medium is
+what we must strive to secure; we do not want our paintings to be weak,
+but neither do we want them "dirty" in tone. The shadows on the throat
+should be rather grey, but not so much so as to appear livid and
+unnatural; here light red and cobalt will predominate. On the neck they
+will be of a soft blue tone. They must all be clearly washed in without
+reaching too far into the lights, as lights and shadows must
+subsequently be softened into each other with the lovely demi-tints that
+afford the pearl-like appearance of the natural clear complexion. These
+half tints are formed of cobalt and light red, or of French ultra and
+carmine; pink madder may take the place of carmine if preferred, for
+though not so brilliant it is more lasting. A fair child's complexion
+will require more vermilion and less carmine than that of an adult. To
+keep the form of the lips true to nature is another point that demands
+our strictest attention. Blue eyes are put in with cobalt, toned with
+shadow colour; grey, with a mixture of blue and red. There are many
+varieties of shade in brown eyes, and you must find out by experiment
+what is best to use for them, as you may have, at one time or another,
+to depict hazel, chestnut, and deep brown eyes that are called black.
+You will find burnt terra sienna and shadow colour useful, and in the
+case of the darkest brown shade, the employment of lake and sepia will
+be necessary. The pupil is put in with sepia.
+
+On no account must black be used in painting the eyes. Now we come to
+the eyebrows and eyelashes. These are of the same colour as the hair,
+but usually darker in tint. Do not try to make out the separate hairs,
+or hardness, which is very undesirable, will ensue. Sometimes in
+finishing the eyelashes you will improve them with a few fine strokes
+after the wash of colour is laid on. The hair must be painted broadly in
+large masses, and its natural fall on the forehead, its tendency to curl
+or wave, must be truly rendered. For black hair use neutral tint, and a
+little indigo for the lights; for the local colour, indigo, lake, and
+gamboge. For brown hair, sepia, but should it be very dark add a little
+lake. Burnt umber will give a beautiful chestnut brown if mixed with
+lake modified with sepia. No part of a miniature should be finished off
+until all the rest is close to completion; for one colour affects
+another considerably when they are placed side by side, and so it is
+impossible to judge of the strength of a tint until all its surroundings
+are brought near to an equal state of finish. Select a colour for the
+drapery that will suit the complexion and hair; one that will heighten
+the effect of each, and produce a pleasing harmony. Nothing is more
+charming than white for a young girl, who possesses a fair complexion;
+the ivory itself forms a soft creamy white ground that needs only the
+shadows and reflections to be thrown in, and a little Chinese white is
+employed for the lights. If the dress is coloured you should manage to
+introduce some white lace around the throat. Black velvet is also
+extremely becoming; the lights are put in with Chinese white.
+
+Brilliant colours for draperies should always be avoided, as there is so
+little space in a miniature to be given to the accessories that they
+must be kept low in tone if they are to be subordinate to the likeness.
+A small quantity of gum is required in the background, and in the
+draperies just a drop is mixed in with the colours for finishing off the
+dress. The harmony of the whole will depend greatly on the tint chosen
+for the background. It may be as dark as you like, only you must not let
+it be heavy. A neutral tint of grey or brown is easy for a beginner to
+manage, and a warm red-brown is admirable for the purpose. A soft blue
+sky with fleecy-white clouds makes the best background for a fair girl
+in a white dress. Wash in the background colour to the desired strength,
+then stipple it to get it smooth.
+
+With a few general remarks I must end these suggestions. "Stippling" is
+the filling in with a small brush, but not too fine, of any spaces left
+when the colour is washed in. The polished surface of the ivory will not
+take the wash as paper does, and it requires a great deal of working up
+before it appears level and smooth. Any touches may be put in with a
+trifle of gum added to the colour. You will use sepia for the dark
+touches on the eyebrows and eyelashes, carmine and sepia for those about
+the mouth and nostrils. The spot of white in the eye must not be
+forgotten. The lights are always left, not taken out afterwards. Any
+hairs that may be found on the ivory after a tint is washed in must be
+removed with a needle or the extreme point of a clean brush. Lay in your
+colours with decision, and always try as far as you possibly can to work
+in a broad free style.
+
+
+
+
+FAITHFUL TO HER TRUST.
+
+
+Far away in the mountains of Westmoreland there is a lonely ravine
+called Far Easedale, and here was once a cottage called Blentarn Ghyll,
+where a man named Green once lived with his wife and six children.
+
+One day George Green and his wife went to a sale of furniture at
+Grasmere. Before starting they spoke kindly to their eldest girl Agnes,
+who was then only nine years old, and begged her to take special care of
+all her little brothers and sisters.
+
+"We shall be home to-night, dear," said Mrs. Green, "but you'll be a
+little mother to them whilst we are away, won't you?"
+
+Agnes promised gaily, thinking it would be rather fun to be left in
+charge.
+
+All went well till towards evening, when a terrible snow-storm came on.
+The white flakes fell so fast that the door was blocked up; worse than
+this, the snow made its way through the windows.
+
+Having put the baby to bed, Agnes and the other children sat up till
+midnight, hoping that their parents would come, but not a sound was
+heard, as the snow fell silently thicker and thicker.
+
+In the morning the snow had stopped falling, but it lay so deep that
+Agnes dared not venture out.
+
+The children were miserable, and Agnes, child as she was herself, forgot
+her own trouble in trying to cheer and comfort them. Then she boiled
+what milk there was in the house, to prevent its turning sour, and made
+some porridge for breakfast, eating very little herself, for she feared
+the little stock of meal might fail.
+
+After breakfast she asked her two brothers to help her cut a way from
+the door to the shed where the peat was kept, and they carried in as
+much as they could. Then they closed the door till night came and they
+forgot their troubles in sleep.
+
+The next day a strong wind had blown away so much snow that Agnes
+determined to try to find her way to Grasmere. It was a difficult task,
+for there were brooks to cross; but the brave girl was urged on by the
+memory of the little ones she had left behind, and made her way there.
+
+Here she found that her father and mother had started for home on the
+first night. As they had not since been heard of, she had little doubt
+that they must have fallen into some hole or brook and have perished in
+the snow.
+
+Still faithful to her trust, the poor child returned to the cottage,
+where she carefully watched over her brothers and sisters, until kind
+friends found new homes for the little orphans.
+
+E. M. W.
+
+
+
+
+A MORNING VISIT.
+
+[Illustration: "AND AT LAST NURSE SAYS I MAY CARRY UP HER MORNING
+TEA."]
+
+  Darling mother! not to see her
+    For a whole week and a day!
+  It was hard; but she is better,
+    And at last nurse says I may
+  Carry up her morning tea.
+
+  Only one wee, tiny minute
+    Must I wait to kiss her cheek,
+  And to whisper how I missed her
+    Every day this long, long week,
+  And to ask if she missed me.
+
+  Often, while they thought me sleeping,
+    Did I lie an hour and more,
+  Crying--when the house was quiet--
+    Softly at her bedroom door,
+  Where she could not hear nor see.
+
+  Oh, it was so dull without her!
+    Every one was grave and sad;
+  But I think, now she is better,
+    Even the little birds look glad
+  As they hop from tree to tree.
+
+MAGGIE MACDONALD.
+
+
+
+
+GOING TO SEA IN A CAGE.
+
+AN OLD SAILOR'S STORY.
+
+
+Aye, aye, sir! I've seen a good many queer things in my time, sure
+enough; but the queerest thing I ever saw was a bit of work aboard the
+old _Mermaid_, when we were homeward bound from Hong Kong and Singapore.
+Would you like to hear the story? Well, then, if you'll just come to an
+anchor for a minute or two on this coil of rope, I'll tell you all about
+it.
+
+The very first day out from Hong Kong I took notice of one young lady,
+who was lying on a kind of basket-work sofa, on the sunny side of the
+poop-deck. She had the sweetest face I ever saw, but it went to my heart
+to see how thin and pale she looked. And well she might, poor thing! for
+it seems she had something wrong with her back, so as she couldn't walk
+or stand up, or anything; and she was going to England to see some great
+doctor or other, and try if _he_ could cure her.
+
+All the passengers were very good to her, I will say _that_ for 'em; and
+as for us blue-jackets, every man Jack of us would have jumped overboard
+only to please her, when once we knew how it was. But she was too weak
+to talk or read much, and the chief thing she had to amuse her was a
+little grey Java sparrow, which she had with her in a cage. Whenever she
+came on deck, the bird's cage was brought up too, and put close beside
+her; and it was Bob Wilkins, the pantry-boy, who always had the carrying
+of it.
+
+It was a pretty little thing that bird was, and as sensible as any man;
+fact, it was a deal more sensible than many men that _I_'ve met. When
+she had a headache (and terrible headaches she used to have, poor lass)
+that bird would be as quiet as a mouse. But when she was well enough to
+stand it, she'd have the cage brought to her, and open it with her own
+hands, and out the little fellow would pop, and flutter on to her
+shoulder, and eat out of her hand, just as natural as could be. And then
+she used to stroke its feathers with her poor thin fingers and smile
+such a strange, sad kind of smile, that many a time I've had to go away
+in a hurry for fear I should cry outright; and I can tell you I wasn't
+the only one, neither.
+
+But fond as we all were of that bird, there was somebody else that was
+fonder still, and that was the captain's big tortoise-shell cat: and to
+see the way it kept its eye on that Java sparrow, and watched for a
+chance to get hold of it! you never saw the like.
+
+Well, the captain was a kind man, and didn't want to hurt the poor cat,
+specially as it was a great pet of his wife's; so he tied it up to keep
+it out of mischief. But of course it took and squalled all night, till
+nobody could sleep a wink for the noise, and he had to let it loose
+again. So then he says to me--
+
+"Thompson," says he, "just keep your eye on that cat, and if it ever
+comes on to the poop-deck, drive it off again."
+
+"Aye, aye, sir," says I, and I kept a bright lookout, sure enough. But
+one day that cat _was_ too sharp for me, after all.
+
+It was getting towards afternoon, on our second day from Port Said, and
+Miss Ashton was lying on her couch on the poop-deck, with her bird's
+cage hanging from one of the lashings of the awning, close beside her.
+I'd just been down to fetch our third officer's telescope; and as I came
+up again, something brushed past me. I saw the cat spring up at the
+cage, the cord snapped, and down went bird, cage, cat, and all,
+slap-dash into the sea!
+
+The next moment there came a big splash, and there was our pantry-boy,
+Bob Wilkins (the one that used always to carry the cage up on deck, you
+know), overboard after 'em. And as if that wasn't enough, Bill Harris
+the carpenter (who was a special chum of Bob's, and happened to be
+standing by at the time) catches hold of a life-buoy, and overboard _he_
+goes too. So there they all were, the cat after the bird, Bob after the
+cat, and Bill Harris after Bob.
+
+"Man overboard!" sang out half a dozen of us.
+
+"Stop her!" cried the first officer. "Stand by to lower the boat! Cast
+off the gripes! let go the davit-tackle!"
+
+You should have seen how quick that boat was lowered, and how the men
+made her fly along! When we picked 'em up, (though they were a long way
+astern by this time) Bill was clinging to the life-buoy, and Bob had got
+hold of it with one hand and the cage with the other. The bird was
+fluttering about and looking precious scared, as if he didn't like going
+to sea in a cage; and the cat was sitting on Bill's shoulder, and
+holding on with every claw he had. The passengers sent round the hat for
+Bob Wilkins, and a pretty deal of money they got; but I can promise you
+he thought more of the thanks Miss Ashton gave him for the job than of
+all the money twice over.
+
+But I was just going to leave out the best part of the whole story. They
+say it's "an ill wind that blows nobody good," and so it came out that
+time, sure enough. When the young lady saw Bob jump overboard, and
+thought he was going to be drowned in trying to save her bird, it gave
+her such a fright, that _she_, who couldn't even sit up without help,
+jumped right up on her feet and looked over the side after him! Well,
+sir, from that day forth, to the end of her voyage, she was always
+better able to move than before; and the great London doctor who cured
+her afterward (for she was cured at last) said that "nervous shock," as
+he called it, had been the saving of her, and that he'd had just such
+another case already. Now, that's as true as I sit here; and if you
+don't believe it, here comes Bob Wilkins, and you can ask him.
+
+DAVID KER.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.--XII.
+
+_By_ PHILLIS BROWNE, _Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls Can Do,"
+&c._
+
+
+Many were the consultations which Margaret and Mary held together trying
+to decide what was to be made at the last Cookery lesson. The last
+lesson! something wonderful must be accomplished; but what was it to
+be?--that was the question. Margaret felt as if she should like to take
+advice on the subject.
+
+"What should you make if you were going to cook something, and were
+allowed to choose for yourself?" she asked her friend, Rosy Williams.
+
+"I should make some toffee," said Rosy.
+
+Toffee! Margaret had never thought of it, but of course it was the very
+thing. She had been picturing to herself roasts and broils, and stews
+and soups, but toffee was worth everything of the sort put together. If
+only Mary would agree.
+
+Mary was like Rosy, however: she decided instantly.
+
+"And, as it must surely be very easy, why should we not try to make it
+by ourselves, without mother?" said Margaret. "We might get to know how,
+and then do it without any help at all."
+
+"Of course you might," said Rosy. "After all the lessons in cookery you
+have had, I should think you could make a little toffee. Toffee is so
+easy to do. If you think I could help, I should be very glad to come: if
+Mrs. Herbert would let me."
+
+"Thank you!" said Margaret; "you are kind."
+
+"My brother Tom could come too," continued Rosy. "Tom is very clever at
+making toffee; he is quite accustomed to it. Whenever cook goes out for
+a holiday Tom makes toffee."
+
+So Margaret asked her mother to consent. At first Mrs. Herbert looked
+rather doubtful; then she glanced at the eager little faces looking up
+at her, and she smiled. The children at once clapped their hands. They
+knew what the smile meant.
+
+"Yes, dears, I think you may do as you wish. Only promise that you will
+be careful not to burn yourselves. There is one thing in our favour:
+toffee is best made over a slow fire, so there will be less danger. You
+can make your toffee this afternoon if you wish, and I will tell cook to
+put everything ready for you."
+
+Punctually at the time appointed Rosy and her obliging brother Tom
+appeared, and all the children went off to the kitchen, Tom taking the
+place of master of the ceremonies.
+
+"We shall want a simple brass pan," he said. "Yes, that is just the
+kind," he added, as cook handed to him a small saucepan, which was so
+bright inside that it shone like gold. "Now we must weigh out a quarter
+of a pound of butter, let that melt, then put in half a pound of raw
+sugar and half a pound of treacle. We stir this over the fire, and when
+it has boiled a little we add two table-spoonfuls of vinegar, and keep
+on boiling till it is ready."
+
+"That is very easy," said Mary. "Shall I weigh the butter?"
+
+"Yes," said Tom. "You weigh the butter, I will weigh the sugar, Rosy the
+treacle, and Margaret measure the vinegar. It is such an advantage to
+have so many helpers; we get the work done so quickly. There is a
+proverb which says 'Many hands make light work.' It is quite true."
+
+"How clever your brother is, Rosy!" said Margaret.
+
+"Please, had we better not divide the work, then?" said Mary, "and take
+it in turns to stir?"
+
+"Yes, we will stir by the clock: six minutes each."
+
+"Who is to begin?"
+
+"Shall I begin, as I understand how to do it? Then Margaret can follow,
+then Mary, then Rosy."
+
+"But how shall we know when it is boiled enough?" said Margaret.
+
+"That is just what I was going to tell you. We cannot say exactly how
+long it has to boil, but we must try it. When a little of the toffee
+which has been dropped into a cup of cold water makes a crackling
+sound, or breaks clean between the teeth without sticking to them, the
+toffee is done."
+
+"Which of us is to try whether it is done, though?" said Margaret.
+
+"As we are all going to make the toffee, I should say we had better all
+try it. We can have four cups of water and four spoons, can't we,
+Margaret?"
+
+"Oh, yes!" replied Margaret. "Will you fetch them please, Mary?"
+
+Mary went off as requested, but she was away so long that Tom and
+Margaret had finished stirring, and they were ready for her to take the
+spoon when she returned, looking hot and excited, but bearing the four
+cups of water and four spoons on a tray.
+
+"Aunt Bridget wouldn't let me have four cups at first," she remarked on
+entering: "she said it was too many; but I got them at last."
+
+"That's right," said Tom. "Shall we try if the toffee is nearly ready?"
+
+"We had better not try too soon, because if four of us taste very often,
+we shall eat so much before it is ready that there will be very little
+to divide after it is ready."
+
+"Quite true," said Tom; while Mary stirred enthusiastically until her
+six minutes were gone.
+
+"Now for my turn," said Rosy.
+
+"I think we had better try whether it is done enough yet," said Tom.
+
+"Tom, how unkind you are!" said Rosy. "Everybody has stirred but me, and
+just as my turn has come you want to try it. Besides, how can I try it
+when I am stirring?"
+
+"Very well, we will wait," said Tom good-naturedly. "Don't cry, Rosy;"
+and Rosy's face brightened, while all the children watched the spoon as
+it went round and round, while the toffee gradually became darker and
+darker in colour, and an odour more strong than agreeable filled the
+kitchen.
+
+At length the hand of the clock reached the point which marked Rosy's
+six minutes. All four cups were brought forward, all four spoons were
+dipped into the foaming liquid, and then emptied into the water. The
+toffee fell to the bottom in a dark cake, which hardened almost
+instantly, and which, when broken between the teeth, snapped without
+sticking at all, and tasted--ugh!
+
+At this moment Mrs. Herbert appeared.
+
+"I am afraid you are letting the toffee burn," she said; "we can smell
+it all over the house."
+
+"It is rather burnt," said Tom.
+
+"It does not taste so badly, though," said Margaret.
+
+"Very likely we shall not taste the burnt part so much when it is cool,"
+said Rosy.
+
+"I am afraid you will have to throw the toffee away, my dears. It is
+sadly burnt."
+
+"Oh, no, no!" said all the children at once.
+
+"I thought we should have done better as there were four of us," said
+Margaret.
+
+"Perhaps, after all, it is not an advantage to have so many helpers,"
+said Tom.
+
+"At any rate," said Mrs. Herbert; "you will have proved the truth of the
+proverb, 'Too many cooks spoil the broth'--I mean the toffee. And after
+all, in cookery, as in other things, nothing teaches like failure which
+is made the most of."
+
+"Never mind, Mary," whispered Margaret, as the burnt toffee was carried
+off to cool. "We have made a good many excellent dishes when we two were
+the only cooks, and mother was the teacher; we will try toffee again
+another day, when we are by ourselves."
+
+On that occasion I think we may perhaps venture to predict that the
+toffee will be a greater success.
+
+
+
+
+THE RIVAL MOTHERS.
+
+
+[Illustration: MEASURING THE BABIES. (_See p. 337._)]
+
+  Said Mistress Bear to Mistress Fox,
+    "Your girl is very small."
+  Quoth Mistress Fox, "It is not so;
+    Your boy is not so tall."
+
+  "My boy is tall and sturdy too,"
+    Cried Mistress Bear with ire;
+  "And he's a handsome little lad,
+    The image of his sire."
+
+  "His sire! Ha, ha! why, all the world
+    Says, 'Ugly as a bear.'"
+  The very trees with laughter shook,
+    As thus they wrangled there.
+
+  "Ho, ho! dear ladies, what's the fuss?"
+    Two waggish bears stray'd by.
+  The gentle mothers told their tale,
+    A tear-drop in each eye.
+
+  "Call here the foxes," and they came.
+    One was an ancient sage.
+  "Now place the young folk back to back,
+    And simply state their age."
+
+  The dames obey'd, the infants laugh'd;
+    Spoke he, Reynard so wise,
+  "'Tis useless; size and beauty lie
+    In love's fond, partial eyes."
+
+
+
+
+OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+SAVED BY A DREAM.
+
+
+The sun shone brightly down upon the pretty village of Bethlehem, as,
+from the top of the hill on which it stood, it overlooked the smiling
+fields below. And how peaceful all looked, carrying one's thoughts back
+to the old times, when the loving and gentle Ruth, who had come with her
+bereaved mother-in-law, to cast in her lot with the people of God, went
+after the gleaners in the fields of Boaz, and humbly picked up the ears
+of corn, that were so considerately dropped for her! How greatly she was
+afterwards blessed, and what an abundant reward was hers!
+
+There in that very neighbourhood her great-grandson David quietly tended
+his sheep, and, in sweetest strains, lifted up his voice, in love and
+gratitude, to the Great Shepherd in the heavens. What a peaceful life he
+led amongst his beloved flock! And how his careful tending of his sheep
+prepared him for that higher care which he was to take of God's chosen
+people! And how, ages afterwards, when some other peaceful shepherds
+were watching over their flocks by night, a wondrous light shone round
+about them, and a bright angel told them the good tidings of great joy
+which should be to all people! How to their astonished gaze, there
+suddenly appeared a whole host of beauteous beings, praising God for His
+love and mercy to mankind, and filling the whole expanse of heaven with
+melody sweeter than the sweetest ever before heard upon earth!
+
+How, too, only one mile from where the shepherds lay, a happy mother
+gazed long and tenderly on the face of her newly-born child, who was to
+be called "The Son of the Highest," who was to take away the sins of the
+world, and have given to Him the throne of His father David! And those
+Wise Men, too, that had come from the far East--how they rejoiced when
+they saw the bright star that had guided them to the land of the Jews
+re-appear and twinkle over the lowly place where the heavenly Babe lay!
+What praise and thanksgiving went up from their grateful hearts, as they
+looked upon the child-face that they had travelled day and night to see!
+
+Truly, it seemed as if, since the days of the fair and virtuous Ruth,
+the blessing of God had rested upon that peaceful village, that had come
+to be called "the city of David," and as if no sorrow was ever to visit
+its soft green fields.
+
+But, as if to draw our thoughts upwards, there is no spot on earth to
+which, at some time or other, sorrow does not come; and the hitherto
+peaceful Bethlehem was to have its full share.
+
+A wicked king sat on the throne of Judea, whom nobody loved and many
+abhorred. He was an old man, and terribly afflicted; and his temper,
+which was always ferocious, had become more dreadful than that of the
+wildest lion that had ever rushed up from the swelling of the Jordan.
+
+His father, Antipater, was an Idumean, and a servitor in the temple of
+Apollo at Ascalon, whilst his mother, Cypros, was an Arabian. He,
+therefore, belonged to the despised Ishmaelites and the hated Edomites;
+and the Jews were by no means inclined to look favourably upon him. To
+please them he professed to follow their religion, but he was not a Jew
+at heart. He trampled upon their feelings and prejudices, and leaned to
+the side of the Romans; and they, therefore, mistrusted him, and longed
+for the time when they should be freed from his misrule.
+
+He had rebuilt their temple, and made it the most noble and magnificent
+building on the face of the earth; and they gloried in seeing its white
+marble pinnacles and golden roof glittering in the sunshine. For nine
+years he had constantly employed 18,000 men in its re-erection, and for
+upwards of thirty years more he had kept adding to its embellishments,
+till for grandeur and costliness it stood unrivalled. But when it was
+completed he set up over its chief gate the golden eagle of the Romans,
+and at the sight of that abhorred ensign all their gratitude fled,
+giving place to bitter resentment.
+
+He married Jewish women, which was a compliment to their race; but his
+unjust and cruel treatment of them roused up all their worst feelings,
+and made them regard him for ever as an enemy.
+
+The beautiful and virtuous Mariamne, who belonged to the Maccabees, the
+noblest of their families, he, in a cruel fit of jealousy, ordered to be
+put to death. Her brother, the youthful Aristobulus, who was
+High-priest, he caused to be drowned before his eyes in pretended sport.
+Her grandfather, the aged Hyrcanus, who had once saved the life of
+Herod, when threatened by the Sanhedrin, he sent tottering to his death.
+Her mother, Alexandra, fell a victim to his frenzy, and her two
+sons,--Alexander and Aristobulus, when they were grown up, and had wives
+and children dependent upon them, he ordered to be strangled in prison,
+the chief crime of all these being, that they were justly esteemed and
+beloved by the Jews.
+
+No wonder that his subjects liked him not, and that he sat uneasily upon
+his throne! No wonder that when the Wise Men came from the east to
+Jerusalem, saying, "Where is he that is born king of the Jews?" he
+trembled, for he knew well that should another aspirant to the crown
+appear, the Jews would only be too ready to take his part.
+
+Insecure as he felt himself to be, he determined on finding out who this
+new king was, and taking immediate steps for ridding himself of him. So
+under pretence of desiring to do honour to the young child, he directed
+the Wise Men to make diligent search for the infant king, and then tell
+him where He was; that he also might go and worship Him. But in his
+heart he was anxious to know where the Baby-king was only that he might
+send some secret assassin to take His life. He had done darker and more
+difficult deeds than that, and had put safely out of his path far more
+formidable enemies than a helpless babe. The Wise Men would soon come
+back, as they had promised, and then in less than a day the dreaded
+Child would have ceased to live, he would be able to breathe freely
+again, and unpopular as he was, he would still retain his crown.
+
+But the Magi did not return. Overwhelmed with joy at having at last
+found the wondrous Babe, to which the strange star had guided them, they
+lay down to rest, intending, in the early morning, to set out again for
+Jerusalem. But the great Father above, who knew all the dark secrets of
+Herod's heart, warned them in a dream not to go back to him; and they
+returned to their own country by another way.
+
+Herod waited and watched in his palace for the return of the Magi; and
+his secret executioner was at hand, ready to set out for Bethlehem at
+any moment. And when he found that they had discovered his hypocrisy and
+wicked intentions, and that his infamous design was thwarted, his rage
+knew no bounds; and he vowed to himself that the Child-King should not
+escape him, and that he would be fully avenged.
+
+From the information received from the Wise Men, he concluded that it
+was within two years that the mysterious guiding star had first
+appeared. And a dark and terrible thought came into his wicked heart. If
+he could not tell which of the many babes in Bethlehem was the
+long-expected Messiah of the Jews, the great King, whose advent had been
+revealed in the far east by a bright orb of heaven, then he would kill
+all the little ones that were two years old and under; and the One that
+he feared would be sure to be slain amongst them.
+
+To do the dark deed he hastily despatched some of his soldiers; and soon
+the peaceful pasture lands of Bethlehem, which had so lately resounded
+with the glad songs of angels with shining wings, rang with shrieks of
+frantic mothers. For the soldiers of the cruel king entered house after
+house, and snatching the innocent babes from their mothers' arms, ran
+them through with their glittering swords; and the bodies of the pretty
+little things that, but a few moments ago, were looking up with happy
+smiles into the loving faces that bent tenderly over them, were cruelly
+thrown on the ground, their red blood streaming along the floors.
+
+Out of house after house the bereaved mothers, wild with grief, rushed
+into the streets, uttering piercing cries, smiting their breasts,
+throwing up their arms towards heaven, and calling down upon the
+committer of the atrocious crime the just vengeance of Him who hears the
+oppressed.
+
+Never before had the quiet village sent up such cries of despair, or
+witnessed so cruel a scene! Who could look unmoved upon the poor mothers
+running frantically about the narrow streets, with wild tearless eyes,
+dishevelled hair, and, on their blanched faces, looks of terror, that
+told of the terrible blow that had been struck at their hearts' inmost
+core? Oh, it was terrible! Yet the ruthless king cared not. His hands
+were so deeply imbued with the noblest blood of Jerusalem, that the
+lives of a few tiny babes were nothing in his sight. While the
+broken-hearted mothers were wildly shrieking, he was rejoicing; assured
+that the one Child, whose life might perhaps have been something to him,
+was quieted for ever.
+
+But his wicked design was nevertheless baffled. The great God above, who
+had foreseen all, had watched over His own Son, and the Holy Child was
+being borne safely along towards Egypt--that land where so many of his
+countrymen had found refuge in times of persecution, distress, or
+famine.
+
+Probably the night before the massacre, whilst Joseph, the husband of
+Mary, was sleeping peacefully on his bed, a beautiful bright angel
+appeared to him in a dream, and warned him of the danger to which he was
+exposed at the hands of the troubled king.
+
+"Arise, and take the young child and His mother," the heavenly visitant
+said to him, "and flee into Egypt, and be thou there until I bring thee
+word; for Herod will seek the young child to destroy Him."
+
+The face of the angel was beaming with love, and he had been sent on an
+errand of mercy. But how his words thrilled through the just and
+tenderhearted Joseph! Destroy his darling babe, that holy child whom God
+had given to his good wife to nurse and bring up for Him! Kill the
+little One about whom such great things had been said; at whose birth a
+whole sky full of angels had sung for joy; and before whom the Wise Men,
+who had been guided from the distant east by God Himself, had bowed in
+humble adoration. Never. "Man proposes; but God disposes." Man may try
+to hinder the great, purpose of God, by attempting to take the life of
+the one whom He would raise up to accomplish it. But God can never be
+baffled. And not all the plans that a thousand Herods, wicked as the one
+that sat on the throne, could form, could bring His word to nought.
+
+Suddenly, Joseph awoke; and starting to his feet, thought over the
+dream. That it was sent from heaven he felt sure; and he must
+immediately obey it.
+
+He must rouse the mother; and under cover of the darkness, they must set
+out at once. By the time that the bright sun lighted up the horizon it
+might be too late; for, even then, the dread messengers of the cruel
+king might be on their way.
+
+Hastily he awoke Mary, telling her of the dream; and soon the
+God-fearing man was on the road to Egypt, with the loving mother and her
+precious child safe by his side.
+
+The dark curtain of night had not yet been lifted from the earth; but
+they went fearlessly along, trusting to the guidance of Him who had
+bidden them set out. And when the agonising shrieks of the mothers of
+Bethlehem rent the air and were re-echoed by the astonished hills,
+Joseph, with his precious charge, was far away. So, though the swords of
+Herod did a terrible work, they did not take that one life, to destroy
+which he had commanded the massacre.
+
+Still, Joseph and Mary journeyed along and along, till, at last, the
+great Pyramids came in view, and they reached the farthest bank of the
+river of Egypt, and were safe.
+
+There, it is said, they remained two years, living at Matareeh, to the
+north-east of Cairo, till the angel of the Lord came again to Joseph, in
+a dream, to tell him of Herod's death, and bid him return to his own
+land.
+
+Then away they went, back again to the Holy Land, which was to be the
+scene of Jesus' ministry, thinking as they went, how "The steps of a
+good man are ordered by the Lord," and rejoicing that no plan formed
+against His people shall prosper.
+
+For even in their sleep He can warn them, by a dream, of the most secret
+machinations of their enemies.
+
+H. D.
+
+
+
+
+BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
+
+61. Which of the Psalms gives us a short history of Joseph?
+
+62. Where does St. Paul enumerate the several appearances of Christ
+after His resurrection?
+
+62. What restriction did Moses lay upon the Israelites with regard to
+their election of a king, on their settling in the land of Canaan?
+
+64. Where are we assured that the Almighty is not ashamed to be called
+the God of those who have had faith in Him?
+
+65. What women does St. Paul mention by name in his enumeration of
+people remarkable for faith?
+
+66. Where is it said that drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags?
+
+67. Where are we told that those who go into great passions shall suffer
+punishment?
+
+68. Which of the Apostles speak of Jesus as the Shepherd of His people?
+
+69. Which of the three Apostles who witnessed the Transfiguration
+afterwards refers to it in his writings?
+
+70. Where do we find it said that every word of God is pure?
+
+71. "Then shall come to pass that saying that is written, 'Death is
+swallowed up in victory.'" (1 Cor. xv. 54.) From which of the prophets
+does St. Paul quote these words?
+
+72. What king of a heathen nation did God call His shepherd?
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (49-60.--_See p. 308_).
+
+49. The Wise Men (St. Matt. ii. 1, 2).
+
+50. In Eccles. vii. 19, ix. 13-18; Prov. xxi. 22.
+
+51. Only St. Luke (St. Luke xxiii. 7).
+
+52. Solomon (Prov. xviii. 21).
+
+53. St. James (James iii. 2, 5).
+
+54. The Epistle of St. James iv. 4.
+
+55. In Rev. v. 9, 10.
+
+56. In Prov. xxi. 23, xiii. 3.
+
+57. On his rebuking Elymas the Sorcerer at Paphos (Acts xiii. 8-11).
+
+58. At Gibeon (2 Chron. i. 3-6).
+
+59. Of blue (Exod. xxviii. 36, 37).
+
+60. It is shown in the words, "It is finished" (St. John xix. 30).
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE BAB AND THE STORY-BOOK.
+
+_By the Author of "Clare Linton's Friend," "Mr. Burke's Nieces," &c._
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Who is this little girl, I wonder, comfortably seated, and with a great
+book before her, on which she looks with delight? Her hair is tidily
+brushed, and her nice white collar hangs over the edge of her dress. She
+is a sweet, pretty little girl, I think, and yet if I tell you the story
+of her day, and what had happened before she got that book, you will see
+that she is not so happy after all. Just hear what she was doing two or
+three hours before.
+
+She stood at the window with a little white nose flattened against the
+glass, and two big sorrowful, indignant eyes staring out at them, as the
+merry party left the house. There was Uncle Jem, whom she _did_ love,
+and whom she felt might have said a kind word for her; and Aunt
+Anastasia, who was that sort of a person that no one since she was born
+had ever thought of diminishing the five syllables by the use of any
+shorter name given in playfulness or love. No one, till that moment at
+least, had ever thought of calling her anything but Anastasia; but at
+that moment naughty Bab, with her little flattened nose and big mournful
+eyes, broke the spell by calling out, "Anasta-sia, indeed! Aunt Nasty, I
+think!"
+
+Then there was her Cousin Robert, whom poor Bab honestly believed to be
+a much naughtier boy than she was a girl, and yet who generally managed
+to keep out of scrapes; and Selina, demure and well-mannered, but whom
+Bab's unruly, affectionate little heart had never been able to love; she
+was followed by Miss Strictham, the governess. And then there was Mr.
+Beresford, the kind, good-natured friend who was staying in the house;
+and Bab, just for a minute, felt that she would rather have died than
+that he should know she was in disgrace.
+
+She watched them all go off under the bright blue sky, and then she
+turned round, and with her back to the window, faced the rather dingy,
+dull-looking schoolroom, and burst into a loud roar.
+
+For Bab was only seven years old, and had not yet lost the first
+intensity of crying with which power every baby is born. She roared for
+two or three minutes, plenty of tears coming with the roar, after which
+she felt a good deal better.
+
+"I'm such a little thing to be punished," she said to herself. "I don't
+think they ought to punish such a little thing as I am. I _must_ be
+young when people live to be as old as grandpapa, with wrinkles over
+every scrap of his face, till it looks just like no face at all, only
+wrinkles."
+
+[Illustration: "HOLDING HER DRESS UP" (_p. 344_).]
+
+Then Bab examined her little round, rosy, pleasant face in a mirror over
+the fireplace.
+
+"Not a single wrinkle," said she. "I must be _very_ young; but if they
+punish me this way, I shall _get_ wrinkles. I'm sure I shall, because
+I'm so _miserable_!"
+
+I am afraid poor Bab often deserved to be punished. She was idle at her
+lessons and extremely saucy, and she was a quaint little thing, so that
+sometimes she seemed to be impertinent when she really did not intend
+it, though I must own that at other times she _did_ intend it as much as
+any other young lady seven years old possibly could. On the present
+occasion, when her governess scolded her for her idleness, she said she
+had not been idle, but had been making a charade; and then she began
+dancing about the schoolroom, and jumping on tables and chairs, and all
+the time shouting loudly, "Selina, guess--this is the charade--guess,
+Selina, guess! My first is what nobody should be, my second is what
+everybody should eat, and my whole is--oh,--Strict-ham, Strict-ham. Why
+don't you guess, Selina? Oh, why don't you?"
+
+Miss Strictham marched her off in dire disgrace. The picnickers would be
+absent four hours, and during that time Bab was not to quit the
+schoolroom. Maria, the housemaid, would bring her dinner, and nurse
+would look in on her now and then, but she was not to have the younger
+children with her. She was to be a solitary prisoner in solitary
+confinement, and she was on her parole. Her aunt made her promise not to
+leave the room, and having done so, was content, for, as she said to
+Uncle Jem in rather a complaining way, "It is a very odd thing that Bab
+never tells a falsehood or breaks her promise. Robert and Selina both do
+sometimes, and yet they are so much better children. Isn't it odd?"
+
+Having enjoyed a good roar, and feeling wonderfully refreshed
+thereby--for Bab was too proud to have shed a tear in Aunt Anastasia's
+and Miss Strictham's presence--the poor little thing got hold of her
+lesson-books and prepared to learn a French verb, some questions and
+answers in English history, and to do a sum in compound addition, and
+write a copy.
+
+"As if it mattered to such a little thing as I am whether King John was
+a good man or a bad one, or what sort of a thing Magna Charta was!" said
+she, reproachfully, to her book; "as if it mattered to _any_body,
+indeed, when it was such an extremely long time ago! Eleven hundred and
+ninety-nine he came to the throne; and who'd care if he had never been
+born or never come to the throne? And _we're_ not barons, and _we've_
+not got Magna Charta; and it's all nothing at all, but a great pity it
+ever happened, for if it hadn't happened, poor little children living
+hundreds and hundreds of years afterwards would not be troubled about
+it. I call it rubbish!" and with the word rubbish she tossed the little
+book up, and down it came with a broken back.
+
+Bab picked it up and held it with one corner. When she saw the
+melancholy scrambling way in which the cover and the pages hung, she
+went off into irresistible shouts of laughter--for Bab's laugh was as
+loud and as hearty as her cry. Then she did her sums and wrote her copy,
+and after that Maria brought in her dinner.
+
+Bab clapped her hands for joy when she saw what the tray contained, and
+then she began her dinner.
+
+But now the lessons were over, the dinner was finished, and what was
+poor little Bab to do for the rest of the time?
+
+She went round the room, casting out first her right hand and then her
+left, touching thus in turn everything in the apartment, but there was
+nothing more interesting than a pen-wiper, a schoolroom inkstand, or a
+grammar, so she called out "No, no, no" to everything, and then all of a
+sudden down came her hand on a big book with scarlet and white binding,
+and she gave a loud scream, a pirouet, and then said "Yes!"
+
+Yes; I should think so. Why, it was Mr. Beresford's fairy book--the
+beautiful book he was showing them last night.
+
+Then she seized on the precious book, brought it over with quite a
+struggle to the school desk, opened it there, and with elbows on table
+and cheeks on hands, gave herself over to perfect enjoyment. And so it
+was that we saw Miss Bab when our story began, sitting before the great
+book enjoying herself.
+
+Such beautiful, lovely pictures went round every page, with a little
+verse set down right in the middle of the pictures. Fairies gorgeously
+coloured, all twining together or mixing themselves up with butterflies
+till you scarcely knew which was which, and not one bit of white paper
+to be seen through or mid the brilliant creatures--actually a wide
+border of fairies and butterflies, and nothing else, and the verse in
+the middle was also in illuminated letters.
+
+In her eagerness, hanging over the book to read it, Bab happened to lean
+on the end of a pen standing up in art inkstand. She was too much
+interested to know what it was, but it came spluttering out, and a
+little speck of ink splashed on the white paper beyond the border.
+
+"Oh, oh!" cried excited Bab; "is it not like some little bad fairy
+running along to hurt them?"
+
+It was very hot, and Bab's eyes shut after she had said that, and when
+she opened them again she forgot the bad fairy, she was so shocked to
+see the splash of ink on the paper. And then she felt the sun warmer and
+warmer, and she shut her eyes once more.
+
+"Look again," said a very little voice, but very sweet, oh, so sweet!
+
+So she did look again. She saw all the beautiful painted fairies and
+butterflies had risen up alive from the page, and were dancing and
+gliding round and round it, never passing off the border to the outside
+or the inside. It was a lovely sight to see, and little Bab laughed and
+clapped her hands. Then a very grand and proud-looking fairy slipped out
+of the dance, and stationed herself in front, where she could take a
+good look at Bab.
+
+"Little girl, why did you do that?" said the fairy, severely.
+
+"Oh, what, please?" Bab was a brave child, but she did feel a little
+shaky and nohow just then.
+
+"Brought the bad fairy Blackame to creep in among us and eat up our
+butterflies."
+
+And had Bab really the power to bring a fairy Blackame over there when
+she thought it was only a splash of ink? And she looked with a sort of
+terror on the bad fairy Blackame when she thought she had brought her,
+and could not send her away.
+
+"Oh, fairy, fairy!" she cried, "do forgive me. But can that wretched
+little black splashy thing--for you really _can't_ call it a splash--eat
+your butterflies when there are so many of you to fight for them, and
+they've got heaps and heaps of wings to fly away with?"
+
+"But how can we manage that?" replied the fairy, sharply, "when we are
+too timid to fight and the butterflies are too brave to fly away."
+
+"Well, that _is_ inconvenient," sighed Bab; "but don't you think, since
+the butterflies are so brave--how I do like them for being so
+brave!--don't you think they might fight a little?"
+
+"Butterflies fight!" screamed the fairy. "Were butterflies ever seen to
+fight since the first butterfly? What will you say next? I think you are
+a very disagreeable little girl. First you bring down Blackame, and then
+you want to set all our dear pretty butterflies fighting."
+
+"It was you who said they were so brave," murmured Bab, half penitent
+and half injured.
+
+"And pray, is there any reason why I should not be permitted to say that
+butterflies are brave?" asked the fairy, with a sort of deadly
+politeness.
+
+"And so much as I used to long to see a fairy!" sighed Bab to herself;
+"and now I really wish she would go away.
+
+"What are you prepared to do about Blackame?--tell me," demanded the
+fairy, suddenly.
+
+She made Bab jump, but Bab did not mind that; she was a straightforward
+child, and liked to go direct at a thing. She reflected, and then she
+faced the difficulty she had got into bravely, and replied in a grave,
+resolute way, "Anything you wish."
+
+The fairy looked at her. "Why couldn't you say so before?" she said,
+very sharply. "It would have saved all this trouble."
+
+Again Bab felt that it was not fair--she thought the fairy was unfairer
+even than Selina; _but_ she was a fairy, and besides that, Bab _had_
+brought Blackame down upon them; so she said instantly, not meekly and
+humbly; for that was not her way--but in a resolute, hearty manner, that
+gave one confidence to see--"Just tell me, and I'll do it."
+
+"_I'll_ tell you," said the fairy quite good-naturedly, "and _you'll_ do
+it. That's quite fair. Well now, the thing to do is this: go out in the
+evening with a long pole, and knock up high into the branches of the
+trees, and glance up and down, holding your dress out, and singing:--
+
+  'I'm the girl that brought him in,
+    Blackame! What a rout!
+  Little birds that cannot sin.
+    Drive the wretched fellow out,
+                Blackame;'
+
+And then you'll see----" but what she was to see Bab never knew;
+something touched her, and then rushed with headlong sound through the
+window. The fairy was gone, and, stranger still, the bright beautiful
+book, with its butterflies and fairies, was gone too.
+
+She looked lazily round her, and, to her surprise, saw Selina standing
+at the other end of the table.
+
+"Why are you home so early?"
+
+"Home so early! It's half-past five, if you please. Why, you lazy little
+thing, you've been asleep all the time!"
+
+Bab looked at the clock on the mantel-piece, and saw it was a quarter to
+six. _How_ quickly the time passes when you are with fairies! She knew
+she had not been asleep, because she knew she had had the visit from the
+fairy, and she was so anxious to know what would happen next. About
+seven o'clock she thought she might go out with a long pole to the tree;
+and she supposed the fairies had put the book somewhere, till the birds
+should come and drive Blackame out of it, and she hoped very much Mr.
+Beresford would not miss his beautiful book till then, when it would be
+clear from the black splotch which she now knew was not Blackame.
+
+"Where is Robert?" asked Miss Selina. "He dashed out of the carriage and
+through here, and he must have gone out by the window. And you _must_
+have been asleep, or you would have heard him."
+
+Bab remembered the sound of the rush through the window, and she saw now
+a spill of ink just by the place where the book had been. But Robert
+could not have been there, because she was talking to the fairy at the
+very time, and she must have noticed him, and felt him greatly in the
+way.
+
+When it was past seven o'clock, Bab slipped away, and took Mr.
+Beresford's alpenstock out of the stand in the hall, and beat about the
+branches of the elms and horse-chestnuts, and danced and sang, holding
+her dress up, and did everything exactly as the fairy had told her to
+do, and as you will see her doing in the picture.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE STOOD BY HIM."]
+
+But she had not been dancing and singing (Bab often recalled the scene,
+when she was older, with pleasure) more than about twenty minutes before
+Aunt Anastasia put her head out of the window, and told her to come in.
+
+It was _much_ pleasanter to be dancing for the fairies up and down, with
+outstretched frock, than to go into the house and find Blackame still on
+the page, and have to confess she brought him there, and be in disgrace
+for it.
+
+Mr. Beresford held out a kind hand to her, and drew her to his side.
+
+The book, when Mr. Beresford took it in his hands, naturally opened at
+the page where it had been lying open that morning so long, and there
+were all the fairies and butterflies lying flat and beautiful, and the
+verses in the middle of the page. But there, instead of Blackame, were
+five or six Blackames perhaps, intertwining together like the fairies
+and the butterflies, but bearing to mortal eyes nothing but the
+appearance of a thick smudge of ink.
+
+"Oh, I didn't do that!" cried poor little Bab, and burst into tears.
+
+"Who did, then?" inquired Mr. Beresford, quickly.
+
+"Why, I saw Robert with the book in the hall soon after we came home,"
+cried Selina, on impulse.
+
+"Did you do it, Robert?" asked Mr. Beresford.
+
+"Why does she say she didn't do it, and begin to blubber?" cried Robert,
+politely designating Bab over his shoulder. "Wasn't she left at home?
+Who could do it but she?"
+
+"Because I _saw_ you do it," replied Mr. Beresford, and Robert's white
+face became scarlet--the mean little fellow as he stood there before
+them, who had committed a fault, and then tried to lay the blame on a
+girl. "Bab was lying back in her chair fast asleep, and with bright
+smiles on her face, that showed that she was having happy dreams, when
+in you ran, jumped over desk, book, and all; threw a little of the ink
+across the page by a kick with your foot, then looking with dismay at
+your work, tucked the book under your arm, and jumped through the window
+with it."
+
+Robert blubbered at this. "I wanted to take the ink out."
+
+"You have been a very bad boy," said his father. "You deserve a
+flogging, and shall have it. I am very much grieved about your book,
+Beresford."
+
+Robert almost screamed.
+
+"I think more of his laying the fault on this little girl," replied Mr.
+Beresford, his hand among Bab's curls, "than of the book."
+
+Bab sidled up to him. He sat at the table looking so kindly at her, and
+she stood by him, her elbow on it, and with her pretty modest eyes fixed
+on him. "But it doesn't seem quite as if he did that, does it?" she
+asked; "he took the book away to make it well. If he had left it with
+me, _everybody_ would have believed I did it, and he knew that quite
+well."
+
+"No, he had not laid a plot, but at the moment he put the blame on you."
+
+"That was because he is such a coward. Pray, he couldn't help it; he was
+too frightened. You were too frightened, weren't you, Robert? You _are_
+such a coward!" Bab said plainly.
+
+Robert, still crying, she made his excuses.
+
+"And I am very sorry. I'd quite forgotten; but I did it too."
+
+Mr. Beresford smiled.
+
+"Did what, little Bab?"
+
+"Ah, perhaps you'll be angry, and I shall be so _very_ sorry; but I must
+tell. I did it too."
+
+She sidled up a little nearer, and looked gently at him.
+
+"Did what too?"
+
+"I spurted a little--leetle ink by a spluttering pen, and it was a bad
+fairy called Blackame; and another fairy was just telling me how to set
+it right, when Robert must have rushed in and did it all; but if I
+hadn't put the book _on_ the desk _near_ the ink, nothing would have
+happened, and Robert would be happy. Oh, please, Uncle Jem, don't flog
+Robert."
+
+"Very well; you are a good little thing, Bab. Go to bed this moment,
+sir; perhaps I may let you off, as your cousin is so kind."
+
+Robert left the room, and his father followed to at least give him a
+good scolding. Bab was left alone with Mr. Beresford. She stood near
+him, with a wistful expression about both her face and her figure.
+
+"Will it spoil the book? And it has all happened because I was naughty
+and couldn't be taken. I think they had better take me next time, Mr.
+Beresford, whatever I've done;" and a humorous look sparkled into Bab's
+eyes.
+
+"And the fairies came and talked to you? But do you know it was not
+really a fairy, Bab? You were fast asleep, for I saw you myself; you
+must have been dreaming."
+
+"Oh dear! And was not it a fairy? then it was just a common dance I had
+under the tree. But do you know I'm not quite sorry, for she was not
+half as nice as fairies are; and that was not really a Blackame, was it?
+Well, I'm sorry I could call up a bad fairy, only I do wish I had really
+been dancing for birds."
+
+"I wish you were not so often in disgrace, little Bab."
+
+"So do I; but I don't _think_ I shall be next year. Father and mother
+are coming home then from the Mauritius, and I shall be an own little
+girl again."
+
+Mr. Beresford kissed Bab affectionately when she said that, but Bab did
+not know why he kissed her.
+
+
+
+
+A HELPING HAND.
+
+
+[Illustration: A HELPING HAND. (_p. 345_).]
+
+  Frank's road to school leads over ways
+    Where yet no trains approach,
+  And past the Yellow Dragon Inn,
+    Where stops the Dirleton coach:
+  Here the old horses, Duke and Ned,
+  Are daily watered, changed, and fed.
+
+  Frank knows them well, and one hot day,
+    As whistling home he sped,
+  He saw the patched old feeding-bag
+    That hung at Neddy's head
+  Fell too far down--Ned vainly tried
+  To reach the yellow corn inside.
+
+  No one was near--Ned tossed his head,
+    And strove, but still in vain,
+  Hungry as any horse might be,
+    To seize the tempting grain;
+  Frank checked his headlong homeward course,
+  And then approached the wearied horse.
+
+  With quick light hands he raised the bag,
+    And made the strappings tight;
+  Ned hid his nose among the corn,
+    And softly neighed delight.
+  For Frank it was sufficient prize
+  To read his thanks in Ned's bright eyes.
+
+ROBERT RICHARDSON.
+
+
+
+
+SOME FAMOUS RAILWAY TRAINS AND THEIR STORY.
+
+_By_ HENRY FRITH.
+
+IV.--THE CONTINENTAL MAIL AND "TIDAL" TRAINS.
+
+
+We have to travel in two important trains now, and within twenty-four
+hours will make two trips, the one by night, the other by day. Hitherto,
+we have been standing with our drivers in full daylight, looking at the
+pleasant country, and thinking of many historical events as we pass. Now
+we have to mount our engine at night, and go all the way to Dover
+without stopping.
+
+We will start from Cannon Street this time, at ten minutes past eight
+p.m. We could go at a quarter to eight or ten o'clock in the morning,
+but it will be quite a new experience for us to travel on an engine by
+night, and return from Folkestone, on another occasion, by daylight and
+see the country as we fly along. Now let us start.
+
+What a short train! Yes, it is, but then the Charing Cross portion with
+the West-end passengers has not yet arrived. Before it comes in we shall
+draw out to the bridge and back down upon the newly-arrived carriages.
+Then the train will be complete, and we shall start punctually as
+possible with "Her Majesty's Mails." Oh, what bags and sacks and vans
+full of letters have been, and are being, thrown into the mail-train!
+How roughly our poor little letters seem to be treated; tumbled out on
+the ground, tossed into the carriage which seems already full, and then
+hurriedly untied and sorted, by quick-fingered clerks, into the various
+pigeon-holes, and tied up in the local bags, to be dropped, perhaps, as
+the train flies past the various stations.
+
+But the engine is waiting. We must turn away from the well-lighted
+sorting-van, bright even in the gleam of the electric light, which
+illuminates the great echoing station with its winking glare. On a
+platform just outside are numerous arms and signals--one arm is lowered;
+then another. The Charing-Cross portion of the mail is in now. It is
+thirteen minutes past eight p.m.--no doubt the "official" time for
+starting--and with a shriek we pass from the brilliant station to the
+darkness of the river.
+
+The Thames flows sullenly down in the lamplight, swirling under the
+piers of the railway, and shimmering under the lights of London Bridge
+as we curve round above Tooley Street; but we do not stop at London
+Bridge Station on this occasion. We peep through the glasses in the
+weatherboard and see such a number of red and green signals, that it
+reminds us of the Crystal Palace devices in lamps, and even as we look
+some turn green (is it with envy at our speed?) or red (is it with anger
+at our passing on without saying good-night?) but our engine-driver, who
+never moves his head or speaks to us, looks in front--we are nearly in
+darkness now--and we look about us.
+
+We feel warm about the feet and knees--the wind whistles around our
+waist. We stand near the fireman, looking through his glass, and near a
+hand-lamp, which shines on a water-gauge glass to tell the driver when
+the boiler needs replenishing. We rush past Bermondsey all lighted up,
+and we see in the distance blazing chimneys, down Deptford way, and red
+lights on the Brighton Railway rushing at us in the air, and white and
+green lights of engines rushing at us on the rails. We overtake and pass
+a train whose passengers look nice and warm, and one little boy is
+flattening his nose against the window, to see us pass, and no doubt
+thinks _his_ train a very slow one, and _his_ engine-driver a "muff,"
+for being beaten in the "race."
+
+So we leave the ancient "Beormund's Eye" where many hundred years ago
+was an abbey, and where now are tanneries and many trades with
+accompanying and peculiar odours. Away we go in a direct line over the
+Surrey Canal--the river and the ships we cannot see. We get a glimpse of
+the lighted Crystal Palace and rush into Chislehurst, where the late
+Emperor of the French and his son lie buried.
+
+Puffing up hill as if it were short of breath the engine goes, and is
+suddenly swallowed up in a great tunnel! Oh, the roaring, the
+clattering, the clamp, clamp, clamp, the "dickery-dickery-dock" tune
+which the wheels play upon the metals and chairs and joints of the line!
+Suddenly we are out again under a starry sky; all the mist and fog and
+smoke are gone. The light which surrounded us in the tunnel, the
+flickering gleam which shone on us from roof and walls, is as suddenly
+dispersed and hangs now overhead in the white curling steam, as the
+fireman opens the furnace door, and the gleam dashes along with us like
+a halo.
+
+From Sevenoaks our speed increases; the driver slackens off the steam,
+but we rush on faster and faster. Through another long tunnel, then into
+the open air round a curve, flying along an embankment until we think we
+_must_ go over it. Rush, roar, and rattle! Speed slackens, bump, thump,
+whizz, a long whistle; green and red lights above and below, a big
+station, engines beside us, people like phantoms on the platforms,
+crash, bang! Tunbridge is passed, and we are running on level ground, in
+a straight line for full twenty miles, to Ashford. Ah, we can breathe
+again now. It _did_ seem rather alarming just then.
+
+So on we go towards Folkestone and Dover. Now the salt-laden breeze
+tells us we are near our destination. The sorting-clerks work harder and
+faster. The Continental mail-bags, Indian mail-bags, Mediterranean and
+China mail-bags, all are ready for transmission to the steamer. Into the
+tunnel through the
+
+  "... Cliff, whose high and bending head
+      Looks fearfully on the confined deep"--
+
+known as the Shakespeare cliff, in consequence of that description in
+"King Lear."
+
+We quickly reach Dover, so well known as the resting-place of Queen
+Elizabeth's "Pocket Pistol," twenty-four feet long, on which is the
+legend--
+
+  "Load me well and keep me clean
+  And I'll carry a ball to Calais Green."
+
+The train glides down the pier, the carriage-doors are opened, mail-bags
+and muffled travellers are hurried on board. The lights are
+extinguished, the engine retreats into the darkness, then we jump off
+and go to bed.
+
+Next time we meet our engine it is waiting for the Tidal train at
+Folkestone. This train starts from Charing Cross and from Paris daily,
+each way, at hours when the Channel passage can be accomplished at or
+near high water. We shall soon have a still faster service, and eight
+hours between London and Paris will be the usual time.
+
+The run up to London need not be dwelt upon. The pace is not excessive,
+but punctuality is well observed, and the train runs in safety. We
+remember one bad accident, though, to the Tidal train.
+
+It was at Staplehurst in 1865. The Whitsuntide series of accidents which
+disfigured that holiday season was closed by the terrible catastrophe
+that happened to the Tidal train on its way from Folkestone to London.
+This train is an erratic one. It travels at different hours each week,
+and changes daily. On the 9th June in that year (1865), the railway near
+Staplehurst was under repair. The men were working, and had taken up two
+rails when the Tidal train was seen approaching.
+
+The foreman had mistaken the time. There was no chance of avoiding an
+accident. The express came dashing into the gap, and eight carriages
+were flung over a bridge into a little stream beneath. The engine and
+the tender jumped the vacant space of rail, and ran into the hedge, but
+the carriages toppled over, leaving only two of them on the line at the
+back, and the engine and luggage vans in front. So the eight other
+carriages hung down and crushed into each other. Ten persons were killed
+and many injured.
+
+In the train was the late Charles Dickens, who was travelling to London.
+He had with him the MS. (or proofs) of a tale he was then engaged upon,
+and in the preface to the work he mentioned the occurrence. He was most
+useful to the injured passengers, and with other gentlemen exerted
+himself greatly to alleviate their sufferings. We need not dwell upon
+the painful scene of the accident, which created quite a sensation, as
+it occurred to the Continental express, by which so many holiday-makers
+travel.
+
+We have not mentioned many accidents in the few papers we have put
+before you, for there is a sameness in them unfortunately; but we
+remember one terrible accident which occurred in consequence of a little
+boy playing on an engine, which ran away and caused a bad collision by
+dashing into a train which it overtook in its wild race.
+
+Perhaps you little readers of LITTLE FOLKS are not aware that boys begin
+at a very early age to learn the mysteries of the locomotive engine.
+These lads are "cleaners" first, and have to rub up the bright parts of
+the engines, and clear out the fire-boxes. Accidents have happened to
+the lads, even boys have been killed by going to sleep in the
+fire-boxes, and when the fire was lighted next morning they have been
+suffocated. The engine-driver expects his fire lighted and steam got up
+for him when he comes down to the engine-shed, or "stable." You may,
+perhaps, have noticed the round houses near the railway--say at York
+Road, Battersea--those are the engine-"stables." Every engine is placed
+in its "stall," so that its chimney is just under an opening, or flue.
+It is also over a "pit," so that the fire can be raked out, or the
+working examined from underneath before the engine goes into the station
+next day to take the train away to the seaside, or to carry you to
+school, or home for the holidays. The engine-driver or the fireman
+examines the rods, cranks, and all the different joints, nuts, and
+screws; oiling or "packing," "easing off," or "tightening up" the
+various parts, so that the machinery may run easily and without heating.
+One tiny bit of grit may wreck a train.
+
+But our allotted space is now filled, and will not permit us to tell you
+more concerning engine-boys. So we must say "good-bye" to you all.
+
+
+
+
+"FATHER'S COMING!"
+
+
+  Oh, Father is coming!
+    Through all the long day
+  We thought of him often,
+    When he was away;
+  We knew he was working
+    While we were at play.
+
+  He'll be tired, I think;
+    I have set him a chair
+  In his own cosy corner--
+    He likes to sit there--
+    And we'll bring him his slippers,
+  His old favourite pair.
+
+  I think it's the nicest
+    To watch at the gate;
+  And Dolly sits by us
+    While thus we all wait.
+  He'll be here very soon--
+    It's so seldom he's late.
+
+  See, Baby knows too
+    Who is coming to-night;
+  She is crowing, and clapping
+    Her hands with delight!
+  There's his footstep at last!
+    Oh, hurrah! he's in sight.
+
+[Illustration: 'FATHER'S COMING.' (_See p. 348._)]
+
+
+
+
+THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.
+
+THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.
+
+_By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c._
+
+CHAPTER XVI.--"THE HEAD OF THE FAMILY."
+
+
+"Tell me everything, Aunt Amy," Bertie said, as soon as he could find a
+voice. "When did it happen? Was it an accident? Oh! why didn't you send
+for me sooner?"
+
+"It was very sudden, darling," Mrs. Clair replied. "I telegraphed for
+you at once, for your uncle wished it, and asked for you as long as he
+was conscious. But the doctor said from the first that there was no
+hope, and even wondered how he had lived so long. I fancy your uncle
+knew from the first that the attack would be fatal whenever it came. Do
+you know why he asked for you so often, Bertie?"
+
+"No, aunt, except that he always loved me, and was very, very good to
+me."
+
+"Yes, dear, and he trusted you too; almost his last words were, 'Tell
+Bertie he must take care of you and Agnes: he must be the "head of the
+family" now!' Uncle Harry's death will make a great difference to us,
+dear."
+
+"I'm so glad he said that, Aunt Amy; and _I will_ take care of you all,"
+his glance including even Eddie, who sat silent in a corner. "It was
+good of him to trust me!" and then the remembrance of his other uncle's
+want of confidence and harshness rushed back on Bertie, and he sobbed
+bitterly. Aunt Amy made him sit beside her, and comforted him tenderly
+till his sobs ceased, and then listened with patient, loving sympathy
+to all his troubles, which Eddie now confided in her.
+
+"Do you think I did very wrong, Aunt Amy? do you think Uncle Gregory
+should have been so unkind?" he asked, looking at her wistfully.
+
+"I think, dear, that you behaved very well indeed, under the
+circumstances. Of course, if you could have asked permission it might
+have been better, but then you would have missed the owner of the bag.
+What troubles me most is your having slept on the damp grass. I fear you
+have caught cold."
+
+"Not much, auntie; my throat is a little sore, but it'll be all right
+again presently. When I wanted to see you so badly yesterday, I did not
+dream I should be here to-day, and find you all so sad. I was only
+selfishly thinking of my own trouble, and what a poor, pitiful affair it
+seems, compared to yours. Oh! auntie, how good and patient you are!"
+
+"No, no, Bertie, I'm very far from good, and not nearly so patient as
+you think; but as we grow older, dear, we learn to suffer in silence,
+and some griefs are too deep for words or tears. If we had only our own
+strength to support us, how could we endure such sudden incurable losses
+as mine?"
+
+Bertie was silent for a few moments, then he stood up, and laid both his
+hands on his aunt's shoulders and looked earnestly at her.
+
+"I will take care of you; I will remember every word dear Uncle Harry
+said. Can I begin now? Can I do anything at all, Aunt Amy, this very
+day?"
+
+"No, dear, except to lie down and rest, and get rid of your cold. I have
+thought of nothing yet, except to telegraph for Nancy to come down and
+take the children home, and to Mr. Williams. I have not another friend
+in the world now, Bertie. We poor Rivers's are left to ourselves!"
+
+"You forget Mr. Murray," Bertie said. "You can't think how kind and
+generous he is; he will help us in every way; and surely Uncle Gregory
+will come!"
+
+"I fear not, dear. Uncle Gregory and Uncle Harry were not related, and
+never very intimate; but indeed, there is nothing any one can do for us.
+Besides, Uncle Harry's wishes are very plain; his will is not a dozen
+lines," and Mrs Clair sighed deeply. She knew her husband had died
+poor--not worth a couple of hundred pounds, perhaps--but she did not
+know of the many small debts contracted through thoughtlessness, and
+left unpaid through carelessness, or she would have been still more
+anxious about the future. It was the sudden feeling of loneliness and
+desolation, the sudden sense of responsibility and helplessness
+combined, that seemed almost to stupefy her.
+
+The worst of that first day of her bereavement was that she had nothing
+to do: strangers performed all needful offices; but it was a comfort to
+pet and nurse Bertie, because they had all been left in his care--a
+circumstance Eddie bitterly resented, though he was quite silent on the
+subject. Though reluctant to lie down, Bertie had not been many minutes
+on the sofa before he was sound asleep, and when he awoke, he found
+Nancy, the old housekeeper from Fitzroy Square, had arrived, and was
+busy making preparations for their departure. Aunt Amy was with her, and
+just at that moment Mr. Murray entered the room, holding a telegram in
+his hand, and looking very much excited. As soon as she heard his voice,
+Mrs. Clair came in, looking very pale, but quite composed. After a few
+inquiries about Bertie, he placed the message in her hand, and as she
+read it she smiled sadly.
+
+"Just what I thought, Mr. Murray. Why should Mr. Gregory trouble himself
+about us in our affliction? Because his sister married my brother gives
+me no claim on him," she said gently.
+
+"Perhaps not; but sorrow, friendlessness, death, give you a claim on
+every man who deserves the name. I'm disappointed in Gregory, and I'll
+take an early opportunity of telling him so."
+
+"I can scarcely blame him, Mr. Murray, when my husband's oldest and
+dearest friend fails me now; but he says if I let him know when the
+funeral takes place he will try to attend."
+
+"Very kind and truly considerate of him," Mr. Murray cried, scornfully.
+"Will you be so good as to tell me the name of this true old friend?"
+
+"It cannot matter much to you, Mr. Murray; but he's called Arthur
+Williams, a well-known sculptor."
+
+"Hum! I'll see if I can't give him a famous order some day, selfish
+fellow!" he added, in an undertone. "And now, dear Mrs. Clair, may I ask
+what you are going to do?"
+
+"I do not know; I have not thought yet. I am so sorely disappointed."
+
+"Then allow me to think for you," Mr. Murray interrupted; "but first
+answer me one or two painful questions. Did your husband leave a will,
+or express any wishes?"
+
+Mrs. Clair handed him the half-sheet of note-paper, and he read it twice
+carefully, then placed it in his pocket-book. "Simple and complete, Mrs.
+Clair, your husband must have had a great capacity for business. Is
+there anything else?"
+
+"Nothing, except that he left us all to the care of Bertie. He's to be
+'head of the family,' poor child;" and Aunt Amy stroked his hair
+tenderly. "My husband had great faith in Bertie."
+
+"Perhaps he was right: we shall see some day. Now I suggest that you go
+up to town this evening, and take those two children with you. Bertie
+and I will follow by the first train to-morrow morning. We will go
+direct to Fitzroy Square, and I'll give all necessary instructions for
+the funeral. Mr. Clair was a gentleman and an artist, and must go to his
+long rest as such. After that you may tell me as much or as little of
+your circumstances as you please; but always remember that I am able and
+willing to help you."
+
+And then Mr. Murray hurried away, and Bertie began his duties as "head
+of the family" by telegraphing to Fitzroy Square to have fires lighted
+in the rooms; but even in that Mr. Murray, who seemed to think of
+everything, had been beforehand with him.
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.--PROBATION.
+
+"I am so glad you have called, Mr. Murray. I do so want a long chat with
+you," Mrs. Clair said one day, about a month after her husband's death.
+"You have been such a kind friend, that I feel I may ask your advice."
+
+"And I'll be very glad to give it, if you will only follow it. What's
+the matter now?"
+
+"First of all, I'm unhappy about Bertie; he is worked very hard, and I
+am afraid his uncle is not very kind to him; I am grieved to see how
+thin and pale he has grown. Then Mr. Gregory declares Eddie must do
+something for himself, and suggests his entering a timber-merchant's
+office, as there is no money to continue his artistic education. Of
+course, my husband did everything for Eddie; and if there is any income
+from Riversdale after paying the mortgages, he never heard anything of
+it. I ventured to ask Mr. Gregory if he would pay for Eddie's classes,
+and I'm sorry to say he refused, and declares that the lad must work
+like other people. It will break poor Eddie's heart to go into that
+timber place."
+
+"Oh no, Mrs. Clair; boys' hearts are tough things. Is that all your
+trouble?"
+
+"No, indeed. I am perplexed about myself; this house is far too large
+for me, and far too expensive. My husband was always a poor man: that
+is, he lived up to his income; and his health was such that he could not
+insure his life. A few hundred pounds and the lease and furniture of
+this house were all he left; but every day I find bills unpaid, many of
+them long-standing accounts, and my stock of money is diminishing
+rapidly. I think I should have an auction, dispose of the lease if I
+could, and go into cheap lodgings with Agnes and Eddie; but I fear I
+shall not be able to pay for his classes and colours. Can you suggest
+anything for me to do?"
+
+"No; I think your ideas are very sensible. But would it not be better to
+try to let this house furnished? I fancy I can find you a tenant, and
+then you will have a certain, even if small, income. Then if both boys
+are willing to work they will bring you in something every week."
+
+"But, Mr. Murray, Eddie is to have no salary for three years, and Bertie
+must remain with his Uncle Gregory," Mrs. Clair said, sadly. "Oh, how I
+wish he could come and live with me! he is a dear boy!"
+
+"Yes, yes; a good straight up-and-down lad, with plenty of backbone,
+though his uncle does not quite understand him. However, I think Eddie
+should do something at once, though I don't entirely approve of the
+timber-yard; still, anything for a beginning. Now, Mrs. Clair, when
+would you like to leave here?"
+
+"As soon as possible; every day only lessens our little fund."
+
+"I think I know a person who would take this house, if he could get it
+at once. This is Wednesday; could you manage to leave if I found you
+suitable lodgings by next Monday?"
+
+"Quite easily, Mr. Murray; but are you sure you can let it? I do not
+want the house to remain on your hands."
+
+"Never mind that. In the name of a person I know intimately, I offer you
+180 pounds a year for it: and it's cheap too. Of course there are a
+great many things you can take away with you, such as plate, linen,
+pictures: they will make your lodgings more comfortable."
+
+"But the person who takes the house?"
+
+"Has a great many things of his own--unconsidered trifles--that he must
+find room for. It's a great comfort to give advice to a reasonable
+person who is willing to follow it. As for the boys, don't worry about
+them. Just as soon as you are settled, I'll have a talk with Eddie, and
+then go and see Mr. Gregory."
+
+Mr. Murray was no half-hearted friend; when he undertook to do a thing,
+it was done well and promptly, so that before a week from her first
+mentioning the matter Mrs. Clair was settled in very pleasant lodgings
+not far from Hampstead Heath.
+
+The rooms seemed very small at first, but they soon became used to that,
+and the garden, with its prim walks, edged on either side with
+old-fashioned autumn flowers, was delightful. Even Eddie looked happier,
+and Agnes declared Hampstead was nearly as good as Brighton. When Bertie
+came to see them, he could hardly keep from crying, it was all so cosy,
+pretty, and homelike, compared with the gloomy grandeur of Gore House;
+and, worst of all, his uncle was becoming more exacting and severe every
+day. The secret of Mr. Gregory's unkindness to Bertie was the open
+interest taken in him by Mr. Murray, who, in spite of many hints,
+refused to have anything to do with Dick Gregory, and told his father
+plainly that the boy had no taste or capacity for business. Poor Bertie
+had to suffer for that disappointment: he was scolded, overworked,
+reproved, but he bore it all patiently; never complained, never
+answered, but he was plainly unhappy. And Eddie was a worry to him too:
+he should be working for himself and Aunt Amy, instead of being a burden
+to them. As "head of the family," he said so, and even went so far as to
+say he thought Riversdale now a secondary consideration, and his own
+savings in future would not go to the bank, but to buy little delicacies
+for his aunt and cousin. When he heard about the timber-yard, he said at
+once that Eddie should accept the situation. "One office is just like
+another, Eddie," he cried; "tea or timber, what does it matter? one has
+to go through the same routine to begin with. Besides, we must do
+something to help Aunt Amy."
+
+So Eddie agreed to accept Uncle Gregory's proposal.
+
+"Bravo, Eddie, old fellow! I knew when it came to the point that you
+would act rightly and generously," Bertie cried earnestly. "And if we're
+both very saving, you may still be able to have classes in the evening,
+and when I get a little rich you shall return to your painting; but we
+must both put our shoulders to the wheel now, old boy, and be as saving
+as ever we can."
+
+"I've nothing to save," Eddie replied. "I've no salary for three years.
+Still, I'll write to Uncle Gregory to-night: the sooner I begin the
+better."
+
+[Illustration: "THEY ARRIVED AT THE HALL DOOR" (_p. 355_).]
+
+No one knew what an effort it cost Eddie to give in; still, in spite of
+his pride and vanity, he was a right-hearted, independent lad at heart,
+and the idea of being a burden to Aunt Amy was simply intolerable. When
+Mr. Murray heard of his resolution, he puckered up his eyebrows, and
+talked to himself for fully five minutes, then he patted Eddie on the
+shoulder, and said he was glad he had sufficient real pride to enable
+him to put his false pride in his pocket, and declared that he would
+never lose his self-respect and the respect of others by honest hard
+work. "But work for three years you _shall_ not!" he cried, suddenly.
+"They must give you a small salary to begin with." So Eddie, the lofty,
+the haughty, the often intolerant Eddie, went to the timber-yard with a
+tolerably good grace, and when, at the end of the first week, he placed
+his earnings in Aunt Amy's hands, he felt positively happy. Very soon
+after, owing to the kind intervention of Mr. Murray, Bertie got
+permission to live with Aunt Amy, his uncle paying ten shillings a week
+extra for his board and lodgings, so that in all he had a pound, and it
+seemed quite a large sum of money. Of course he had a long way to go to
+the City; but what of that, when loving hands waved him an adieu from
+the window? What did any extra amount of labour matter now that the
+stiff formal dinners, and the terribly chilling evenings in the library
+at Gore House were at an end for ever.
+
+Mr. Murray often paid a visit to the little cottage at Hampstead, and
+whenever he came he was always warmly welcomed, both by Agnes and Mrs.
+Clair.
+
+The tenant of the house in Fitzroy Square was behaving very well indeed:
+the rent would be ready by quarter-day, and there were several things in
+the house that he would be pleased if Mrs. Clair could take away: the
+piano, for instance; he would consider it a real kindness if she could
+remove that, he had no use whatever for it, and had a case of rare
+butterflies that would stand very comfortably in its place. So the
+instrument arrived one day at the lodgings, and gave the children more
+enjoyment than anything else, for the evenings were drawing in, and it
+was too dark for a run on the Heath after the boys returned from the
+City.
+
+They all sang and played by instinct, and Aunt Amy gave them a lesson
+each every evening, and as the evenings became longer, and winter crept
+towards them with "stealthy steps and slow," they settled down to a
+regular course of study.
+
+Bertie devoted most of his time to music; Eddie to reading up his French
+and German--for he found both those languages would be very useful to
+him in the City; while Agnes was busy over her drawing-board, tracing
+designs for Christmas and Easter cards. She declared she was not going
+to be the only drone in the hive, and bade fair to be successful later
+on, for two of her little cards had already been accepted by a great
+City publishing firm. When Mr. Murray dropped in of an evening he used
+to have a long look from one to the other of their cheerful, contented
+faces, and then he would have a little private conversation with himself
+in a corner.
+
+"They're too happy," he would mutter, "too content, too well occupied.
+Good fortune would only spoil them now. I'll wait and watch a little
+longer; and yet, people who bear poverty with such equanimity should
+bear the accession of riches with humility; still, I'll wait a little.
+My old friend's children are bearing their probation bravely." For to
+Mr. Murray Mrs. Clair's income seemed absolute poverty: he paid some of
+his own servants nearly as much; and the great City merchant was
+learning, for the first time, that it is not the actual amount of income
+one has, but the way it's spent, that constitutes poverty and wealth.
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.--THE FORTUNE FOUND.
+
+Mr. Gregory did not consent to Bertie Rivers leaving Gore House with a
+very good grace, and he bitterly resented the interest Mr. Murray took
+in both boys. He wished to keep them entirely under his own control--as,
+indeed, he had the power to do, being their sole guardian since Mr.
+Clair's death; but, on the other hand, he was not in a position to
+refuse Mr. Murray a trifling favour, as he had just begged a very heavy
+one from him. Things had been going on very badly in Mincing Lane for
+some time, and Mr. Gregory had been peculiarly unfortunate in his
+business transactions: he kept on losing large sums of money without in
+the least retrenching his expenditure, and at length it became painfully
+clear, even to himself, that nothing short of a large sum of ready money
+could save him from failure and disgrace and ruin, and that there was
+only one man in London who could and would assist him--for Mr. Gregory
+was more respected than liked by his brother merchants. Mr. Murray was
+willing to do all that he wanted, on certain conditions. First of all,
+he wished Mr. Gregory to give up the guardianship of Eddie and Bertie
+Rivers, and that their uncle willingly consented to, for he feared that
+when Eddie came of age there might be some awkward questions to answer
+about the management--or rather, mismanagement--of the property, if he
+were called to give an account of his stewardship. Then Mr. Gregory, Mr.
+Murray said, was too extravagant: he should curtail his expenses, and
+live according to his income: cut down his establishment, and put the
+boys to some profession or work of some sort, for he declared he had no
+intention that his honestly and hard-earned money should be squandered
+in unnecessary luxury. Mr. Gregory agreed to all Mr. Murray's
+conditions, and at the time meant fully to perform his promises, but the
+immediate pressure of his difficulties being removed, he went on in much
+the same way, and Mr. Murray, who was observing closely, resolved never
+again to advance money to maintain such senseless extravagance.
+
+Though old Mr. Murray had quite made up his mind what he would do for
+Eddie and Bertie Rivers, he determined to make sure first that they
+deserved his kindness. It was good to see Mrs. Clair's cheerful face,
+and hear her pleasant voice, as she recounted many instances of the
+children's kindness and consideration: Bertie's hearty resolution not to
+be daunted by anything; Eddie's supreme patience at the office and
+steady work at home; and the untiring efforts of little Agnes to add
+her mite to the general fund, though of course she often failed to
+dispose of her cards, some of which, nevertheless, were adapting
+themselves to other circumstances, and forming a very handsome screen to
+keep the draughts from Aunt Amy's chair.
+
+"We are not only living within our income, but saving something for the
+proverbial 'rainy day,'" Mrs. Clair said one evening, when Mr. Murray
+dropped in. "We have been here only three months, and have done ever so
+much better than I expected, thanks to your good advice; and we are all
+ever so much happier than I ever hoped to be again, which shows that
+sorrow is but a short-lived suffering if we do not nurse and cherish it.
+And then Eddie is so polite and attentive to every one now, and he used
+to be so proud and haughty. I really can't understand the change in
+him."
+
+"'Sweet are the uses of adversity,'" Mr. Murray quoted, with a peculiar
+smile. "There was talent and good sense in Eddie after all, though I
+sometimes half doubted it. Some day he will see the wisdom of his
+choice, and be glad to feel that he laboured with his hands to do the
+thing that is right."
+
+Winter came and went; spring broadened into summer; and still the boys
+worked on bravely: Bertie at Mr. Gregory's office, Eddie at the
+timber-yard, Agnes working pretty crewel mats and toilet-covers, by way
+of change from painting; and Mrs. Clair, loving, guiding, counselling
+them all. The fund for the "rainy day" had increased remarkably, so that
+when November, "chill and drear," came round again, the boys were able
+to have new warm overcoats and thick gloves, and even Agnes was armed
+against the sudden changes of weather by a nice soft fur cape, and the
+whole winter months passed so pleasantly, that they were all astonished
+when Christmas was, so to speak, at the door.
+
+One day, towards the middle of December, Mr. Murray came bustling in,
+his whole face full of importance.
+
+"Mrs. Clair, I've called to ask you all to spend Christmas with me at a
+country house. I'm a lonely old man, with no near relations and few
+friends; but I like young people about me whose hearts are gay and
+green, even though circumstances may have aged their heads a little. I
+like the boys; I like the demure little maiden; I like you. Will you all
+come and cheer up a lonely old man for a week?"
+
+"I shall be delighted indeed, Mr. Murray; and I can answer for each one
+of the children, if the boys can only get so long a holiday. It's such a
+very, very long time since I've really been in the country."
+
+"Then promise to meet me at twelve o'clock at Paddington Station on
+Christmas Eve: promise me, Mrs. Clair; I'll make it all right for the
+boys. Just say you will come. I wanted to ask you all last Christmas;
+I'm glad I did not now."
+
+"I will come with pleasure and gratitude," Mrs. Clair replied, "if you
+can make it right for the boys."
+
+"I'll see to that. Remember, twelve o'clock on Christmas Eve--twelve
+sharp, Paddington!" and then Mr. Murray vanished, his face puckered up
+out of all recognition.
+
+The probation of Eddie and Bertie Rivers had lasted a whole year, and
+Mr. Murray was more than satisfied with them. He meant to keep their
+destination a little secret, and so fairly ran away before Mrs. Clair
+could ask any questions.
+
+It wanted just two weeks to Christmas when Mr. Murray gave his
+instructions, and during most of the waking hours of that time the
+children spoke of little else. Bertie endeavoured to explain and
+describe the grandeur and magnificence of Mr. Murray's town house, and
+of course his country mansion would be still more splendid.
+
+"I hope there will be plenty of frost," he said, with a very grave
+glance at the sky, just as if the state of the sky in London ever could
+be an index to what the weather might be anywhere else, "for there's
+sure to be a pond, or mere, or something to skate on."
+
+Eddie sighed as he thought of the beautiful lake at Riversdale, and then
+said he hoped Mr. Murray might have some ponies, as he was longing for a
+good canter.
+
+Agnes wanted some pretty places to sketch, and Aunt Amy declared she
+would give anything to see a good farm and poultry-yard again, just as
+they had at home.
+
+"You may be sure Mr. Murray will have everything," Bertie said,
+confidently; "and a Christmas-tree too, with lots of presents: he always
+did give us splendid things," remembering the steam-engine. "Oh! I say,
+auntie, we're bound to have a glorious time;" and Bertie tossed his hat
+in the air, and skilfully caught it coming down--a habit of his when
+unusually excited.
+
+At the appointed time Mrs. Clair and the children arrived at Paddington
+Station, and there they found Mr. Murray pacing up and down, "just like
+a lion in a cage," Bertie whispered irreverently. He paid the cabman
+while they got out, and then hurried them across the platform and into a
+first-class carriage that he had engaged; the door was shut with a loud
+bang, and in another moment the engine whistled shrilly, and the train
+went out of the station. Mr. Murray held all their tickets in his hand,
+and in such a way that even Bertie's keen eyes could not detect their
+destination, but as they got completely into the country the places
+seemed strangely familiar. At last Eddie drew nearer Bertie, and took
+his hand. "Look, Bert! that's Linkworth Station; the next will be
+Riversdale," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "Oh! I do hope
+we shall not stop there!" Even as he spoke the train seemed to slacken
+speed again. The engine shrieked, and stopped at dear old Riversdale.
+
+Mr. Murray sprang out briskly, and assisted Mrs. Clair; the others
+followed; and in a few moments they were all driving along the familiar
+road towards the old home of the Rivers's. As the carriage turned in at
+the lodge gate, Bertie cried out, unable to restrain himself, "Oh! Aunt
+Amy, we're _really_ going home to Riversdale. Hurrah!"
+
+Eddie was perfectly silent: he could not trust himself to speak. Little
+Agnes clung to her aunt, whose eyes were full of tears, and Mr. Murray
+chatted away briskly about the weather, the beauty of the country in its
+winter mantle--everything, in fact, but their destination. They arrived
+at the hall door, where several of the old servants were waiting,
+amongst them Mittens, the housekeeper, who kissed the children
+individually and collectively, and laughed and cried at the same time.
+
+"Come in! come in!" Mr. Murray cried, leading the way to the library;
+"it's too cold to stand about. And now, children, how do you like your
+old home?" he added, as they all stood silent and confused round the
+blazing wood fire. Then he suddenly grew very serious, and turning to
+Mrs. Clair, placed his hand on her arm. "This was your father's house;
+now, through the variations of fortune, it is mine, Mrs. Clair; but one
+day it will belong to one of those boys: I won't say which; but Eddie is
+the elder, and I think he will deserve to be heir of Riversdale. Bertie
+I know I can trust. Meantime, Mrs. Clair, it is your home, and the
+little maiden's, and Eddie's. If he cares to continue his artistic
+profession, he can have a master here to conduct his studies. If he is
+worthy, he shall have Riversdale on his twenty-first birthday free from
+all incumbrance; till then, Mrs. Clair, the home is yours, and I know
+how happy Eddie will be with you. As for Bertie, he belongs to me for
+the present; he is not to return to Mr. Gregory, and will try how he
+likes Murray and Co. instead. Now I wish you all a very merry Christmas
+and a glad new year, and welcome back to Riversdale."
+
+It was a long speech for Mr. Murray, especially as they were all
+clinging to him, sobbing, laughing, trying in vain to thank him; but he
+broke away from them, rushing to the dining-room, where luncheon was
+waiting, and laughing heartily at their surprise and pleasure. Then he
+installed Mrs. Clair formally as mistress, treated Eddie with a good
+deal of consideration as the heir-apparent, and looked at Bertie for
+approval.
+
+"I think it is better than waiting till I got rich in Mincing Lane,
+sir," he replied, his eyes sparkling. "I don't believe Uncle Gregory's
+office is the real road to fortune, after all."
+
+"The Road to Fortune, boy, is honesty and industry, not anybody's
+office," Mr. Murray said, gently. "However, you will have a try at mine,
+and then, like regular City men, we'll come down from Saturday till
+Monday, if they will have us. We can't afford to give up work yet, can
+we?"
+
+"No, sir; and I shouldn't care to."
+
+"That's right, Bertie. Work is worship: that's one of Eddie's favourite
+author's sayings."
+
+"I've learned the truth of it, Mr. Murray," Eddie said gravely, "and in
+future I shall practise it, and, I hope, prove to you that your great
+kindness has not been wasted on us. If I had never left Riversdale and
+become acquainted with so many troubles and sorrows, I never could feel
+as happy as I am now."
+
+And in that happiness we will leave Eddie and Bertie Rivers, trusting
+that all who bear adversity so well may find fortune as kind and friends
+as true.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+HEDWIG'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.
+
+Supposing you had two brothers and two sisters, a father, a mother, and
+no money, how would you get Christmas presents for them all? That is
+what Hedwig wanted to know. You see, she was the eldest of the family,
+and felt it her duty to look after the others; and in this case it so
+happened that looking after them meant getting them Christmas presents.
+
+You can't think what a trouble this was to little Hedwig. The worst of
+it was, she couldn't ask her mother's advice. It must be kept a dark
+secret. At last the twenty-fourth of December arrived, and in the
+evening the gifts must all be ready, and Hedwig had not one.
+
+When evening came, however, Hedwig's presents were there, and I will
+tell you how she managed it.
+
+Little Hedwig was a German girl. She lived in a small village in the
+north of Germany. Her father and mother had not very much money. They
+could buy black bread and meat for their children, but there was little
+money left for playthings. Though they were not rich, they were a happy
+family; and if they had not toys they had one another, and that was
+quite enough.
+
+Hedwig was a busy little girl; there were so many things she could do
+for mother. The baby always was happy with his big sister, and his big
+sister was very fond of him.
+
+On the morning of the day before Christmas, Hedwig got up earlier than
+usual. She dressed baby, gave him his breakfast, and then, putting on
+her things, asked what she should buy in the town.
+
+"Now, Hedwig, get all the things carefully; take the big basket to carry
+everything; and be sure not to forget to take the soup to Aunt Molly."
+These were her mother's last words.
+
+"All right, mother, dear; I will be back in good time," said Hedwig,
+and, shutting the door, downstairs she ran and out into the street.
+
+"Now, then," she said to herself, as she pushed her way bravely along,
+"presents I must have; but how I am to get them I really don't know.
+Auntie is sure to give me a groschen (a penny) for bringing the soup,
+and that will buy a cake for Karl and a cake for baby. But then there
+are mother, father, and the twins. Mother and father might share a
+present, but how about the twins?"
+
+The twins certainly were rather a trouble. They were six years old, just
+four years younger than Hedwig, and insisted on having everything alike.
+
+It was a very cold day and a long walk from the village to the town; but
+Hedwig, trotting along in her warm cloak and hood, was so busy thinking
+of her presents that she was not cold. Just as she was entering the town
+gates, she met her playmate Anna. Hedwig was very pleased, and
+determined to tell her dear friend all her troubles.
+
+"Anna," she began, "I haven't a present for----"
+
+But here she was interrupted, for Anna exclaimed, "Isn't it a shame.
+Hedwig? You know our big barn; well, a cat has made her home there, and
+has two beautiful kittens. Aunt Ottilia found it out this morning, and
+she says the kittens must be drowned."
+
+Hedwig was quite as indignant as her friend.
+
+"I know what I'll do," said Hedwig; "we'll capture the kittens, and then
+I will take them home as my present for the twins."
+
+"That will do very well, Hedwig. You go and buy the things for your
+mother, and then we will get the kittens, and you can carry them home."
+
+Hedwig set off and bought all the things at the shops, and took the soup
+to her aunt. She seemed to be very fortunate that morning, for the old
+lady at the grocer's gave her some odds and ends of ribbon. These she
+intended to make into a bow for her mother, but she saved two long
+pieces to tie round the kittens' necks.
+
+Then, her shopping finished, she made her way back to Anna, who lived at
+a farm a little distance out of town. Carefully and slowly they made
+their way through the yard. It would not do for any one to see them, for
+they might be stopped.
+
+"Come along this way," said Anna; "there they are; now, are not they
+sweet little things?"
+
+For a few seconds Hedwig was lost in admiration, but then she remembered
+that she must hurry, for it was time for her to be home again.
+
+"Now, then, Anna, you take one, and I'll take the other; hide it under
+your apron."
+
+The two children set out with their burdens, but it was not easy work
+getting back again into the garden, where Hedwig had left her basket.
+
+As they were leaving the barn, they had forgotten to shut the door, and
+a curious old hen had marched in. After some chasing they got the hen
+out; but in the hurry to escape from the children, the bird tumbled into
+a tub full of water.
+
+Hedwig and Anna both dropped their kittens in order to rescue the
+unfortunate hen. Anna screamed at the top of her voice, "Oh, she'll
+drown! she'll drown!"
+
+Just then the farmyard gate opened, and Anna, seeing that her old aunt
+was coming, called to Hedwig to run and hide.
+
+Hedwig had only just time to get back into the barn before Aunt Ottilia
+appeared, and inquired what was the matter. She got the hen out of the
+water, scolded Anna, and threatened to send her indoors. After the aunt
+had returned to the house, Hedwig came out of her hiding-place. The two
+kittens had of course disappeared by this time, and the two girls had a
+difficulty in finding them.
+
+After hunting for half an hour they were captured once more, and carried
+to the basket. Then there was another hindrance. There was not room for
+both kittens. One was placed in, and Hedwig agreed to carry the other in
+her arms.
+
+"Now, Hedwig, you had better be off; it is getting quite late," said
+Anna.
+
+"But can't you get me something to eat first; I am so hungry?"
+
+"If I do I shall meet aunt. Haven't you anything with you? Why, there is
+aunt coming; I must run." Anna did run, too, without thinking any more
+of her friend. Hedwig had to set off without waiting longer, for it was
+getting very late. She determined to spend her money in buying some
+bread for herself, hoping to find something else for the boys. After
+eating her bread she set off for home.
+
+[Illustration: OFF TO THE TOWN. (_See p. 356_).]
+
+It seemed such a long walk now, and the basket and kittens were very
+heavy. Twice a kitten escaped, and she had to give chase, so that by the
+time she reached home she was tired and hungry, for it was getting late
+in the afternoon.
+
+She took the kittens up into the loft and fastened them in, after giving
+them a saucerful of milk. Then down she went to tell her mother about
+her purchases.
+
+"Why are you so late, Hedwig?" said her mother. "I have been expecting
+you a very long time. Baby has been so tiresome, and the twins have made
+themselves so untidy. They wanted to be black people, and I found
+Gretchen painting Sophie black with ink. Fortunately they had not done
+very much, but I am so tired with the worry that I think you must get
+the Christmas tree ready."
+
+Hedwig was sorry her mother was tired, but glad to get the tree ready.
+She spread a white tablecloth on the little round table in the big room,
+placed the tree on it, and then made the other tables ready. When all
+was ready, the tree, decorated with candles and sweetmeats, was placed
+in the centre of the room. The little gifts were arranged on small
+tables. Then Hedwig ran upstairs to fetch the ribbon for her mother, and
+the kittens. She found the latter scampering about the loft, and having
+fine fun. She placed them in two baskets, and then carried them down.
+Now all was ready, and Hedwig felt satisfied. The twins would have the
+kittens, mother and father the ribbon, and she had found two small balls
+of her own for Karl and baby. Very pleased with her work, she locked the
+door and ran away to get tidied.
+
+Half an hour afterwards the doors were thrown open, the candles lighted,
+and the whole family entered. But what a state of confusion the room was
+in! for everything was upset and disarranged.
+
+"Oh, the kittens! the kittens!" cried Hedwig; "they must have done it."
+
+Of course, immediately there was a cry of "Which kittens?"
+
+This was soon answered by Gretchen suddenly calling out, in a tone of
+great astonishment--
+
+"There they are, the darlings, fast asleep on my new frock!"
+
+Hedwig then explained everything. The twins were delighted with their
+present; but her mother had to tell Hedwig how naughty it was of her to
+take anything without having first asked leave.
+
+"But, mother dear, they were going to be killed, and I could not bear
+that," said Hedwig.
+
+"Then you should have asked for them, dearie," said mother; "but never
+mind now, to-morrow I will walk over with you, and we will explain
+everything, and give them back again."
+
+Hearing this, the twins began to cry bitterly. They did not want their
+present to be taken from them, and they were not quiet until their
+mother promised to see what she could do.
+
+Then the whole family set to work to tidy up the room. Everything was
+quickly in order, and the presents were given away. Everybody got just
+what they wanted; and Hedwig's mother was very pleased with her ribbon,
+and promised to let father share it. Next day her mother went over to
+the farm with Hedwig, who begged Aunt Ottilia's pardon, and received the
+kittens as a token of her forgiveness.
+
+So, after all the trouble, Hedwig's presents were a great success.
+
+MAGGIE BROWNE.
+
+
+
+
+THE LEGEND OF THE REEDS.
+
+  What are the river reeds whispering,
+    In music so sweet and low?
+  Ah, these are the words they murmur,
+    "My tale would you like to know?"
+
+  "O reeds by the shining water,
+    I'll listen all day, all day,
+  If you will tell me your story
+    Whilst the river rolls away."
+
+  Spake the reed--"I'm a maid named Syrinx,
+    And there once lived a god named Pan;
+  He liked me, but I didn't like him,
+    So away to the woods I ran.
+
+  "I ran very swiftly, but swifter
+    The rough god Pan did pursue,
+  Then I cried to the gods, on Olympus,
+    'There are none to help me but you!'
+
+  "I came to a shining river,
+    And thirsty I stooped to drink,
+  And the kindly gods changed me into
+    A reed on the river's brink.
+
+  "Then Pan grew quite melancholy,
+    And gathered the reeds, and made
+  A pipe; and he thought of me ever
+    When he on his pan-pipe played."
+
+
+
+
+A FEW WORDS ABOUT TATTOOING.
+
+[Illustration: TATTOOED NEW ZEALANDER.]
+
+Some of the readers of these pages, I dare say, saw King Tawhiao, the
+Maori chief, who visited England in the summer of 1884. If so, they
+could not have failed to notice the curious designs that were traced
+upon his face. These scroll-like marks were the result of an operation
+which lasted for six weeks, and which was attended with extreme pain.
+The process is called tattooing, and a person who has undergone it is
+said to be tattooed. It is practised very extensively amongst the
+natives of New Zealand and the South Sea Islands generally, women as
+well as men, whose bodies are covered with patterns of an elaborate, or
+fantastic, or picturesque description, though sometimes the design is of
+a comparatively simple sort. Nearly every British sailor has
+tattoo-marks on his arm--an anchor, ship, initials, or what not--and
+unless I am much mistaken, some of the lads now perusing these sentences
+have now and then ornamented (or disfigured) their hands and arms with
+similar signs.
+
+In New Zealand the tattoo-marks run in unbroken lines, while in the
+South Sea Islands they are in dotted lines. The pain of the process in
+both cases is most acute, especially in the former. In New Zealand the
+figures are formed by driving little chisels, which have been dipped in
+some colouring-matter, through the skin. In the South Sea Islands a
+series of punctures are made with a fish-bone, which is, however,
+sometimes used as a needle. Every variety of design is employed--trees,
+flowers, animals, weapons, and so forth. It is considered a disgrace for
+the person being tattooed to give way to any sign of suffering, but as
+the pain is so exquisite, cries of torture occasionally rise to the
+lips. In order, therefore, to drown such cries, and so preserve the
+patient's reputation for bravery, it is usual for a number of his female
+friends to sing songs throughout the operation. Some tattooers acquire
+great skill in their art, and will form a design which shall be
+beautiful, elaborate, or otherwise, according to the fee. But in any
+case it is well to deal liberally with the artist, lest he should allow
+the chisel to slip "accidentally on purpose," and produce a permanent
+disfigurement instead of a fine design. The colouring-matter in which
+the tool is dipped is a thick mixture, prepared by rubbing down charcoal
+in oil or water. The pattern appears black on a brown skin, and dark
+blue on the skin of a white man, and is of course indelible.
+
+Since the process is so painful, why do the Maoris and others submit
+themselves to it? They look upon the tattooing as a kind of personal
+adornment; and, you know, there is no accounting for tastes. The ways of
+savage and civilised races are past finding out. Some wear articles in
+their noses, ears, and lips; others flatten the heads of their babies.
+Chinese ladies' feet are compressed to such an extent that they wobble
+when they walk. The Zulus and other peoples arrange their hair in the
+most extraordinary styles. These peculiar fashions are no doubt indulged
+in under the impression that they add to the beauty of those who adopt
+them. And so we find it in the case of tattooing, though the custom is
+also supposed--in the case of men--to mark the transition from youth to
+manhood, being performed usually at that period. To a small extent it is
+also believed to be employed as a badge of mourning or sign of respect
+for a departed friend. The tattoo is regarded as an honour, and is
+reserved for free men only, slaves in New Zealand not being permitted to
+undergo the operation. Oddly enough, those who are accustomed to see
+tattooed people think that natives without it look bare and
+"unfinished." Tattooing is said to be on the wane. If it be so, it is
+quite possible that Macaulay's famous New Zealander may present none of
+those marks which distinguished the features of King Tawhiao.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN DECEMBER.
+
+The present month undoubtedly presents fewer floral attractions than any
+other in the whole year. Everything is in a torpid state of existence,
+and the combined forces of frost, snow, wind, and rain render December
+unpleasant both indoors and out. The only kinds of vegetation which seem
+to flourish just now are the insignificant, but wonderfully beautiful,
+mosses and lichens which everywhere clothe the rock and tree and hedge
+with their diverse forms and hues. Unlike flowering plants, they do not
+require culture of any sort, their beauty being wholly of a more or less
+microscopic nature, and their nourishment is derived from the atmosphere
+rather than by means of roots.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+It is during such dull and lifeless months as December that our
+attention becomes more engrossed with individual floral beauty, than it
+does when the display is both extensive and varied. To obtain even a few
+flowers at this time of the year much previous care and attention must
+have been expended. Where one plant is detected in making more headway
+than others its flowering-period may be greatly facilitated by carefully
+guarding it from the evil effects of excessive rains and strong winds;
+this may be easily done by placing an inverted bell-glass over the
+plants, invariably lifting this off on fine and warm days, and whenever
+there is no fear of damage from sudden winds or rains. Stifling hardy
+plants by keeping them in a confined atmosphere, whether indoors or out,
+is the worst possible plan to follow in order to procure early blooms.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+An important feature in connection with next summer's display must now
+be considered, and the preliminary arrangements carried out as far as
+possible during the present month; it consists in the formation of new
+shapes of beds, and a general reconstruction of design. But, as we have
+previously intimated, it is most undesirable to have a small garden
+chopped up into a number of beds, as then the greater part of space will
+be needlessly taken up by walks. Too much uniformity is just as
+undesirable as an excess of irregularities. No change of any sort should
+be carried out without well considering whether such would be for the
+better, and also whether the garden in its altered state would yield a
+correspondingly greater amount of real pleasure, tantamount to the time
+and trouble involved in effecting the change. Presupposing that some
+change or other is to be done, great care must be taken not to destroy
+the roots of various perennials, which may be hidden beneath the
+surface, as many a rare and beautiful plant is in this manner often
+destroyed.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+The amount of planting to be done now is by no means extensive, but it
+should only be done in dry weather. Narcissus, crocus, hyacinths, and
+tulips should be all in the ground by the end of this month at the very
+latest, and will produce bloom in very desirable succession to those
+planted a month or two previously. A surfacing of cocoanut-fibre refuse,
+which may be obtained from most seedsmen or nurserymen, will be found an
+excellent protection against frosts, and also against the ravages of
+slugs. The curious roots of ranunculus should be at once planted; these
+roots consist of small, fleshy, spindle-shaped claws, which are united
+at the crown. In planting, the claws should point _downwards_. Few late
+spring flowering plants excel the ranunculus in richness of colour; and
+to be grown with any degree of success a rich soil is essential, one of
+light loam, leaf-mould, and spent hot-bed materials forming the best
+compost. A distance of six inches apart each way, and a depth of about
+two inches will suffice for these plants, and a warm sunny spot is most
+suitable. The roots are very cheap, a dozen of various colours costing
+only threepence or fourpence.
+
+                *       *       *       *       *
+
+Anemones constitute a race of very pretty, delicate, and showy spring
+flowers, having varieties of nearly every hue, both single and double,
+but the former class is much preferable. They thrive best in good loamy
+soil, which has been well manured the year previous to planting. Roots
+should be obtained and planted--at about 4 in. apart--as soon as
+possible, the sooner the better, so that the plants will be sturdy and
+well grown before the very severe weather commences. Roots cost about
+nine-pence or one shilling per dozen. Unless the charming lily of the
+valley be already an inmate of our Children's Own Garden, a few "crowns"
+should be now purchased and placed in almost any part of the garden, but
+thorough drainage is most essential. Whilst thriving in any ordinary
+soil, they produce very fine bloom when in a rich porous compost. The
+roots should be taken up, divided, and replanted separately once in
+every four years.
+
+
+
+
+A RACE FOR A CAT.
+
+A FAIRY STORY.
+
+
+"Too small! too small!" so the birds sang, so the roses whispered, so
+the bees hummed.
+
+"She will creep in at the window," said the mother, who was kneeling
+beside a little child. "Only a small child can do that."
+
+[Illustration: "A CAT WAS LYING ... UPON A CHAIR" (_p. 363_).]
+
+But the window shut down suddenly with a bang, and the house to which it
+belonged began to move away, slowly at first, then quicker and quicker,
+until it was out of sight altogether. The child began to sob, and said--
+
+"Nan will run after it."
+
+Ah! such a flutter among the roses, and such a twittering amongst the
+birds, whilst the bees hummed--
+
+      "Too small, too small!
+      She should be tall,
+  If she would catch the house at all."
+
+And the birds sang--
+
+      "She must grow,
+      We all do know;
+  And that's a process very slow."
+
+"It will be years," said the mother, "before she grows tall."
+
+"Pooh! porridge!" said a toy dog that was lying on the ground.
+
+The mother turned round.
+
+The little dog was standing upright, and had pricked up his ears.
+
+"Porridge, porridge!" he said, and he kept saying it over so many times
+that at last the mother thought there must be something in it.
+
+
+II.
+
+So the mother made some porridge, and Nan began to eat it.
+
+At the first plateful she could look over the table; at the second she
+reached up to her mother's shoulder; at the third she was taller than
+her mother.
+
+"Stop! stop!" said the mother, as Nan began upon the fourth plate;
+"you'll be a giantess; and your legs are so thin, I am afraid they will
+break in two. You look as if you were on stilts."
+
+"One must have long legs," said Nan, "in order to run fast. It was the
+woolly dog that thought of it," she added, and she would have stooped
+down to pat the toy dog, with its red morocco collar, but she was so
+high up that she found it a difficult matter to bend down. "I am as
+stiff as a poker," said she.
+
+The woolly dog, however, understood what she wanted, and he jumped upon
+a chair, then upon the table, and finally into Nan's arms.
+
+She would have given him some porridge, but her mother said--
+
+"No; if he should grow as tall as you, we should not know what to do
+with him."
+
+Then the little dog laughed.
+
+"Perhaps he will run away with the spoon," said Nan.
+
+But no; he was an honest little dog, and did not think of doing anything
+of the kind.
+
+
+III.
+
+On the opposite side of the house was an old gentleman in a velvet cap.
+He had a paper in his hand, and was trying to teach something to a boy
+who was on the other side of the trellis. But the boy was not attending
+to him, though he kept his eyes fixed upon the paper.
+
+No; he was muttering--
+
+"The little cat was in the house, and the house moved away. It must have
+been an enchanted house and an enchanted cat."
+
+"What are you saying?" asked the old gentleman. "That is not on the
+paper."
+
+Then the boy looked up and said--
+
+"If I'd seven-leagued boots, I'd go after them."
+
+"That is certainly not written down there," answered the old gentleman.
+"Of what are you thinking, Ulick?"
+
+"Of the house that stood close by this house. I had a dream last night
+that it moved away, and that the little cat with which I played had also
+gone, and I want to go after them."
+
+"You talk nonsense, Ulick. How can a house made of bricks and mortar and
+heavy beams of wood move away?"
+
+"That I know not; but it is gone. I hear it now rumbling away in the
+distance, as if it were on great wheels--I do really," answered Ulick.
+
+[Illustration: "THE MOTHER ... WAS KNEELING BESIDE A LITTLE CHILD" (_p.
+361_).]
+
+The old gentleman, who often came to chat with Ulick, and to try to
+teach him various things, felt quite vexed, and he folded up his paper,
+and shut up his camp-stool and went away.
+
+When he had gone an old hen turned round and spoke to Ulick.
+
+"You can hear us, for you have the right sort of ears, but the old man
+cannot. It is quite true: the house has gone."
+
+"Where?"
+
+The rabbits were listening, with their long ears erect.
+
+"That I cannot tell, but Nan is going after it."
+
+"Nan! but she is so small."
+
+"Is she?" exclaimed the hen. "You should see her now that she has eaten
+the porridge: she is much taller than her mother, and her legs are so
+long that she can skim over the ground like an ostrich."
+
+"Then she will get the cat."
+
+"Perhaps. One does not know," answered the hen.
+
+"I hope she will," said a young rabbit.
+
+"I hope she won't," said an old rabbit, "for then she will bring her
+back here."
+
+There was a groan amongst the rabbits and the poultry. And then the
+Virginian creeper, that was twisting and turning and throwing its leaves
+about all over the trellis, began to quiver and shake as if it were
+trying to say something, and at last a very tiny voice came from one of
+the shoots, and said--
+
+  "Should Nan the flying house o'ertake,
+  She will with it long journeys make,
+  And come back here no more."
+
+The fowls and rabbits were glad to hear this, but Ulick said--
+
+"Nan shall not overtake the house; Nan shall not have the dear little
+cat."
+
+
+IV.
+
+"Nan will soon be tired," said Ulick; "besides, she does not know where
+to go."
+
+"Do you?"
+
+Ulick started, for he could see no one. Still he was not surprised, for
+since the rabbits and fowls and Virginian creeper had begun to talk
+there was no reason why other things should not also. It must have been
+some sensible creature; and he began to consider the point.
+
+No, he did not know where the house had gone; he did not suppose that
+even the top of the tallest chimney would be visible, or even the smoke
+from it. The house might have gone along the straight road, or have
+turned to the right or left, he could not tell. And Ulick sat down upon
+a large moss-covered stone, and felt very despondent.
+
+"What's the matter, little man?" asked his big brother Ben, who happened
+to come up at the moment. And Ulick told him of his difficulty.
+
+[Illustration: "SHE WAS SO HIGH UP" (_p. 361_).]
+
+"Oh! if that is all," said big Ben, "I will start you on your journey,
+for I know which way the house went. I saw it rumbling along the road,
+and then it turned off to the right and kept a straight line over the
+country; nothing stopped it, hedges, ditches, or anything else."
+
+And he took Ulick's hand, and went out upon the road with him. Ulick
+half turned and kissed his hand to his own home.
+
+"What is that for?" asked Ben.
+
+"For 'good-bye,' if I don't come back again. The house might take me
+away altogether, you know."
+
+Ben laughed.
+
+"Well, then, boy, start off, for there in the distance over the
+corn-fields you can just see the house. There, there--do you see
+it--moving along?"
+
+"No--yes--no--yes, yes I do. But what is that?"
+
+
+V.
+
+"What is that? why, a pole with a flag on the top," said Ben.
+
+"No, no," said Ulick, "that----"
+
+"Why, it's Nan flying along. What long legs she has! She goes so fast
+that she seems as if she were in two places at once."
+
+"There are two girls running," said Ulick, "and one seems to be
+overtaking the other all the time."
+
+"No, there is but one," answered Ben, "but she is here and there so
+quickly that you seem to see her in two places at once--you understand
+what I mean. And it looks exactly like two people."
+
+"I don't know," said Ulick; "I am sure there are two Nans. What long
+legs!"
+
+"Yes, porridge has done that. You should have had some porridge. You'll
+never overtake her."
+
+But Ulick started off. Ben watched him out of sight, and then went home.
+
+
+[Illustration: "HE HAD A PAPER IN HIS HAND" (_p. 361_).]
+
+
+VI.
+
+Now, all this time a cat was lying comfortably upon a chair in the house
+that was running away.
+
+The chair was covered with red velvet, and there was a bright fire in
+the room, that sparkled and glowed and made all the furniture in it
+shine.
+
+The cat looked up and then she purred, saying--
+
+  "Till there is a place
+    Where gamekeepers are not,
+  My house shall not stay
+    In any spot."
+
+And the house with the cat in it went on and on, until it came to a
+far-off place where there were no houses and no gamekeepers, and no fear
+of traps. Then it stopped with such a jerk that the front door flew
+open, and a woolly dog, with a red morocco collar and very stiff legs,
+came in, crying out--
+
+  "She is coming, she is coming,
+    She will like a cup of tea.
+  She must be quite hot with running,
+    She is coming after me."
+
+"Who is _she_?" asked the cat.
+
+Then said the dog--
+
+  "Little Nan, she ate the porridge,
+    And she grew quite tall,
+  But when she has reached your cottage
+    She will be quite small."
+
+"Why?" asked the cat.
+
+"Because the effect of the porridge only lasts whilst she is running."
+
+"Oh!" responded the cat.
+
+Upon which Nan herself came running in, and she was no larger than when
+her mother was kneeling beside her in the garden.
+
+"O my dear, dearest, darling, little pussy-cat! I have found you again,
+and we will live together always, and you will let me play with you. I
+am so glad to see you again."
+
+The cat purred and rubbed her head against Nan, as much as to say "Yes."
+
+And the woolly dog barked for joy.
+
+[Illustration: "'THERE ARE TWO GIRLS RUNNING,' SAID ULICK" (_p. 363_).]
+
+So Nan had won the race.
+
+Nan looked out of the window and nodded to Ulick, who was panting in the
+distance. She also held up the cat for him to see.
+
+There was no longer any need for Ulick to run, for everything round him
+was shouting--
+
+"Nan has won the race!"
+
+Yes, he knew that she had, and he wept bitterly and went home again.
+Perhaps if he had also eaten the porridge he might have outstripped
+Nan.
+
+No one ever saw the house again, though once it returned to the spot
+upon which it had stood near Ulick's home. It did not stay long there,
+only just long enough for Nan's mother to pack up her clothes and join
+her little girl, who was too small to live by herself.
+
+Then the front door shut quite tightly, and the house fled away faster
+than ever, and never stopped until it had reached a beautiful island
+far, far away in the middle of the sea. There it paused, for no
+gamekeepers, or traps, or cruel boys were to be found there. And in the
+house on the beautiful island Nan and her mother, and the cat, and the
+toy dog lived peacefully and happily for ever and ever.
+
+JULIA GODDARD.
+
+
+
+
+ETHEL'S PINK PLANT;
+
+AND WHAT HAPPENED TO IT.
+
+
+Ethel was always trying to write poetry, but it was so hard to find
+rhymes. When the cat killed the big pink begonia, she did manage to find
+a rhyme; and she thought the epitaph looked beautiful printed in violet
+ink on a piece of paper--
+
+  "Here my poor begonia lies.
+  Drop a tear and wipe your eyes."
+
+These were the only verses Ethel ever made. Perhaps we are beginning
+near the end of the story. You may want to know what the big pink
+begonia was, and how the cat killed it.
+
+The beginning of this sad story was a red ribbon bow with a kitten
+behind it: the bow was so big and the cat was so little, that the
+ribbon looked much more important than the kitten that wore it. Ethel
+called the kitten Kafoozalum: Tom talked of the bow with the cat behind
+it; to which Ethel retorted: "The ribbon becomes her very much, Tom.
+Boys have no taste."
+
+Early in the summer--about the time that the kitten was a weak little
+squeaker in a basket of straw with the cat of the house next door--Ethel
+was given a plant as a present. There had never before been a begonia in
+her mother's greenhouse; and Ethel knew very little about it, except
+that any rough treatment would kill it. The begonia grew very fast. It
+became a tall plant, with beautiful large reddish-veined leaves, and it
+was covered with a cloud of pink blossoms.
+
+One day Ethel ran out of the conservatory in a hurry and left the door
+open; and Kafoozalum--the red bow with the kitten behind it--ran into
+the conservatory in a hurry, as she had never had the chance before.
+Tom, coming home from school, went, watering-pot in hand, to attend to
+his geranium-slips; he found the door open, and the kitten nearly on its
+head in frantic attempts to roll in the begonia pot.
+
+A few weeks after, all the pink bloom was gone. The begonia, branch and
+leaf, died away. There was nothing left but a dry brown stump.
+
+"It is dead!" cried Ethel. "A knock or a rub kills the young shoots.
+Mrs. Smith told me so. Kafoozalum rubbed and knocked it enough to kill
+it all."
+
+"Tears! tears for the begonia!" laughed Tom. "Why, Ethel, I thought
+nothing but the death of Kafoozalum would reduce you to tears."
+
+"Ah! Tom, but you don't know how fond I was of that plant. It was the
+only one I ever had. I feel almost as if it was _really alive_ once, and
+dead now! I shall make it a grave and bury it."
+
+Tom seemed very much amused at this idea--because the begonia was buried
+already in its own pot--and Ethel could not bear his making fun about
+it. So she ran away to her mother's room, with tears in her eyes.
+
+"Mother, how do you spell 'begonia'?"
+
+"Why, dear? who are you writing to?"
+
+"My poor begonia is quite dead," sobbed Ethel, with a gulp of grief. "I
+want to write its epitaph."
+
+"You mustn't cry about it now, Ethel dear. It could not feel. I shall
+get you another next summer."
+
+But the only consolation Ethel could get was the writing of the epitaph.
+She worked at this for half an hour, and smeared herself very much with
+violet ink.
+
+"Here is laid my pink begonia," was her first attempt.
+
+Tom came into the room to learn his lessons at the other side of the
+table.
+
+"Tom," she said, "please don't say your verbs out loud. I can't write
+poetry when you do. Tell me a rhyme for begonia. 'Here is laid my pink
+begonia.'"
+
+"'Toss it over the wall, or let it alone-will-you?' That is the only
+rhyme in the English language," said Tom.
+
+"You are very unkind," said Ethel, leaning her cheek on an inky hand,
+and rubbing her hair till it was a wild black mane. Then she tried what
+would happen if she began in quite a different way. At last she read out
+in sad tones:--
+
+  "Here my poor begonia lies,
+  Drop a tear and wipe your eyes."
+
+To which Tom only answered in a jaunty tone, throwing his penknife out
+of his pocket.
+
+  "Here's my knife to bury your roots,
+  Lock the greenhouse, and wipe your boots."
+
+Ethel's mouth gave a little twitch; but she would not laugh when Tom
+made fun of her poetry.
+
+She went into the greenhouse, carrying a piece of black stuff and a pair
+of scissors, the penknife, and her verses printed in violet.
+
+Then she dug a hole in the earthen floor, under the greenhouse shelf, in
+a warm corner near the pipes. Next she dug her begonia root out of the
+pot, popped it into the hole, and covered it up, and left a bit of stick
+standing upright, holding in a notch the wonderful epitaph.
+
+Tom found her there, drying and smearing her face with an earthy corner
+of her pinafore. Tom had Kafoozalum peeping out from under his
+jacket-front; but Ethel sobbed afresh at the sight of the red bow with
+the kitten behind it.
+
+"Come and take care of my geraniums with me, Ethel," said Tom.
+
+"Oh! boo-hoo-no-no! You are very unkind."
+
+"Why, what have I done? _I_ didn't roll on my head in the begonia pot,
+did I, pussy?"
+
+"Oh! boo-hoo--go 'way!"
+
+So Tom went away. But the next time Ethel went into the greenhouse with
+a bright face, she could not help laughing at Tom's addition to her
+verses. She read:--
+
+  "Here my poor begonia lies,
+  Drop a tear and wipe your eyes--
+  The door was open--if you had locked it,
+  The bow with the kitten couldn't have knocked it."
+
+The winter passed; and Ethel's birthday came in the spring.
+
+"Here is a silver pencil for you to write poetry with," said Tom,
+mischievously. Poetry or not the silver pencil was worth having, and
+Ethel felt that teasing Tom was fond of her. Ah! what could she do
+without Tom, or without the teasing either? "Come into the greenhouse,"
+he said; "there's a begonia for you."
+
+"Is there? I thought I had all my presents."
+
+She went racing to the greenhouse, and came back with a disappointed
+face. "Why do you cheat me, Tom? This is not the first of April."
+
+"Come and see." He led her into the greenhouse to the pink begonia's
+grave.
+
+They both stooped down to the corner of the earthen floor near the hot
+pipes.
+
+There was a dark red folded leaf growing above the earth.
+
+"Oh, Tom! it is my own dear old plant."
+
+"Yes--it is growing up again for another summer," he said. "I found it
+a week ago; but I kept it for a birthday surprise."
+
+"Tom," said Ethel, seizing his arm in her delight, "put my poetry in
+your pocket, and let us go and ask mother if we should put it in a pot."
+
+"What? put the poetry in a pot? Whatever for?"
+
+"Oh! no, I didn't mean that at all--I mean----"
+
+"Never mind--here go the verses, though they've served their turn."
+
+So the pink plant went into a pot again, and grew more beautiful than
+ever; and the only poetry Ethel ever made went into Tom's pocket.
+
+
+
+
+STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
+
+_By_ EDWIN HODDER ("OLD MERRY").
+
+VI.--THE MONUMENTS.
+
+
+As we walk round the building once more, I shall not attempt even to
+name the greater number of the Monuments, but confine myself to telling
+you something about the more remarkable ones. The earliest monuments
+were really the tombs of persons buried here; many of the modern ones
+simply commemorate illustrious men and women buried elsewhere.
+
+We will first make the round of the chapels, and begin with that of St.
+Benedict, where once an indulgence of two years and forty days could be
+obtained by hearing mass at the altar. But the altar has gone, and in
+its place rises the stately tomb of Frances Howard, Countess of
+Hertford, whose effigy lies where once stood the candlesticks and sacred
+host. Close by is the tomb of Archbishop Langham, who was buried here in
+1376, with his head towards the altar, little dreaming that that altar
+would ever be displaced to make room for the tomb of a heretic lady.
+
+Through an ancient oaken screen we enter the adjacent Chapel of St.
+Edmund. Here is the once beautiful tomb of William de Valence, Earl of
+Pembroke, and half-brother to Henry III. Some of the monuments in this
+chapel are of great interest as examples of ancient art, but there is
+not much to say about their occupants. Frances Hokes, who died in 1622,
+is represented in Greek costume, and Horace Walpole and others have
+highly praised this statue. Close by lies Lady Knollys, who attended
+Anna Boleyn on the scaffold. In the monument of Elizabeth Russell we
+have the earliest of the sitting figures, which have been so strongly
+condemned by many who maintain that a recumbent or bowed figure is the
+only proper one for a tomb. Her marble finger points to a death's-head
+at her feet, and hence arose the story that she died from a prick of a
+needle, and some chose to add that it was a judgment upon her for
+working on Sunday. But we must leave the men and women "of high degree"
+who throng this chapel, and the tiny alabaster babies of Edward III. in
+their little cradle, and pass on to the Chapel of St. Nicholas. This
+chapel is rich in monuments of the Elizabethan era, and was once bright
+with gold and colouring.
+
+Of the royal tombs in the Chapel of Henry VII. I have already spoken,
+but there are some others of great interest. One bay, or chapel, is
+nearly filled by the monument of James I.'s favourite "Steenie"--George
+Villiers, Duke of Buckingham, who was assassinated by Felton at
+Portsmouth, in 1628. In another bay are two beautiful modern monuments,
+harmonising well with their surroundings: the one of the Duke of
+Montpensier, brother of Louis Philippe, the other of the late Dean
+Stanley. The Duke of Richmond and his beautiful Duchess, "La Belle
+Stuart," occupy a bay with their colossal canopied tomb. Of the other
+tombs in the Chapel of Henry VII., we should specially mention that of
+General Monk in the south aisle. He had a splendid funeral. For the
+three weeks that he lay in state forty gentlemen of good family stood as
+mutes with their backs against the wall, twenty each day alternately.
+
+In the Chapel of St. Paul is the once gilded tomb of Lord Bourchier, the
+standard-bearer of Henry V. at the battle of Agincourt. The altar has
+given place to the tomb of Frances Sydney, the wife of Ratcliff, Earl of
+Sussex, who figures in Scott's story of "Kenilworth." Near at hand is
+the tomb of Sir Thomas Bromley, the Lord Chancellor, who presided at the
+trial of Mary, Queen of Scots. But the chief feature of this chapel is
+the colossal marble effigy of James Watt, the celebrated improver of the
+steam-engine--a splendid monument, from the chisel of Sir F. Chantrey.
+
+The adjoining chapel, dedicated to St. John the Baptist, contains the
+tomb of one of Cromwell's officers, Colonel Edward Popham. Where the
+altar once stood stands the loftiest monument in the Abbey--the tomb of
+Queen Elizabeth's Chamberlain, Lord Hundsdon. The old statesman had
+waited long for an earldom, which the queen had granted and revoked
+three times over. She came at last to see him, and lay the patent and
+the robes of a peer on his bed. "Madam," said the old man, "seeing you
+counted me not worthy of this honour whilst I was living, I count myself
+unworthy of it now that I am dying."
+
+Visitors are not admitted into the beautifully sculptured, but dark,
+little chapel of Abbot Islip. Just beyond it we enter what is now called
+the eastern aisle of the south transept, formerly the separate chapels.
+Here we find the celebrated tomb of Sir Francis Vere. Above the
+warrior's effigy, supported by four kneeling knights, is a plain canopy,
+upon which lies his helm and breastplate. Looking round, we see many
+interesting memorials: Admiral Kempenfelt, who went down in the _Royal
+George_; Sir John Franklin, who perished among Polar icebergs: Telford,
+the engineer; Sir Humphry Davy, the philosopher: all these and many
+others are commemorated in this aisle.
+
+Emerging now into the north transept, we find ourselves amongst what has
+been termed "the dead Parliament of Britain." Famous statesmen look down
+upon us from their marble pedestals, and beneath the central pavement
+are the graves of Chatham, Pitt, Fox, Castlereagh, Canning, Wilberforce,
+Grattan, and Palmerston. The magnificent monument to the great Earl of
+Chatham cost 6,000 pounds. Close beside it stands the huge pile of
+sculpture by Nollekens, in memory of the three captains who fell in
+Rodney's famous victory over the French in April, 1782. Nearly opposite
+to Chatham's monument is Chantrey's fine statue of Canning. On each side
+the transept, and in the contiguous western aisle, the eye rests upon
+sculptured marble bearing honoured names--Warren Hastings, Richard
+Cobden, Palmerston, Beaconsfield, and others whose lives are part of our
+country's history. As we stand here we may well remember the words of
+Macaulay: "In no other cemetery do so many great citizens lie within so
+narrow a space. High over these venerable graves towers the stately
+monument of Chatham, and from above, his effigy, graven by a cunning
+hand, seems still, with eagle face and outstretched arm, to bid England
+to be of good cheer, and to hurl defiance at her foes."
+
+From the north transept we pass to the nave along the north aisle of the
+choir. Here we enter what has been termed a "Musicians' Corner;" amongst
+a few other organists and composers lies Henry Purcell, whose epitaph
+(written by Dryden) declares that he has gone to "that blessed place
+where only his harmonies can be excelled." The sitting figure of the
+great philanthropist, William Wilberforce, a little farther on, is not
+generally admired.
+
+Passing through the gate into the nave, we see against the choir screen
+on our left the monument of Sir Isaac Newton, with a tedious list of his
+discoveries. Proceeding along the north aisle we see to the left the new
+pulpit for the Sunday evening services, and near it is a brass of
+life-size on a slab covering the grave of the eminent engineer, Robert
+Stephenson. Another slab close by shows the Victoria Tower and a
+ground-plan of the Houses of Parliament. This is the grave of the great
+architect, Sir Charles Barry. The famous African explorer, David
+Livingstone, lies in the centre of the nave. Turning again to the north
+wall we see about the centre of the numerous monuments one to the Right
+Hon. Spencer Perceval, First Lord of the Treasury, who was shot in the
+House of Commons by Bellingham, in the afternoon of May 11th, 1812. In
+this aisle I was going to say lies, but more correctly stands the body
+of Ben Jonson, who is buried in an upright position.
+
+At the end of the aisle are the monuments of a few famous statesmen.
+Among them are Mackintosh the historian, Tierney the orator, Lord
+Holland, Zachary Macaulay, friend of Wilberforce, and father of the
+great historian; and Charles James Fox. The great rivals, Fox and Pitt,
+as we have seen, are buried near each other in the transept. Their
+monuments are also near together--that of Pitt, by Westmacott,
+represents the great orator trampling on the French Revolution, in the
+attitude well known to the House of Commons at that day.
+
+Passing some immense military memorials of little interest nowadays, and
+the busts of Canon Kingsley and the poet Wordsworth, we now turn along
+the southern wall of the nave. Here is the monument of the dramatic poet
+Congreve, and that of Admiral Tyrrell, who was buried at sea in 1766,
+always attracts the notice of visitors. Many allegorical emblems
+surround the representation of the Admiral's resurrection from the
+depths of the sea. The clouds above are so like pancakes as to have
+given the tomb its familiar name of "The Pancake Monument." Farther east
+we reach the monument of the unfortunate Major Andre, executed as a spy
+by General Washington in the War of Independence. The monument has been
+frequently injured and repaired, as the heads of Washington or Andre
+have been again and again broken off by persons having strong sympathies
+for one side or the other.
+
+In the south aisle of the choir we pass on the left the curious monument
+of Thomas Thynne, representing in relief the murder of that gentleman in
+Pall Mall. In this aisle also is the monument of the well-known Dr.
+Watts. It was erected here a century after his death; and still more
+recently two other great Dissenters were commemorated close by--John and
+Charles Wesley--the former the founder of the religious society that
+bears his name, and the latter justly called "the sweet singer of
+Methodism."
+
+Passing the remarkable monument which shows us Admiral Shovel dressed as
+a dandy of the period, and reclining on cushions under a canopy, we
+enter the south transept, or Poets' Corner. Geoffrey Chaucer was the
+pioneer of the children of genius in this hallowed spot. He was buried
+here in 1400. Nearly two hundred years passed on, then Spenser was laid
+near by. As we gaze round us we behold such a crowd of honoured names
+that it is difficult to select any for special mention. Just at our feet
+is the black marble slab that covers the grave of Charles Dickens. Close
+by lie the historians Grote and Lord Macaulay. Other gravestones cover
+the mortal remains of the wit Sheridan, the learned Dr. Johnson, Old
+Parr (who lived under ten kings and queens, from Edward IV. to Charles
+I.), &c. The monument of Cowley recalls his grand funeral, which was
+attended by about a hundred coaches full of nobility and eminent
+personages. Close by is a noble bust with the simple inscription--"J.
+Dryden." The monuments to Milton and Shakespeare were erected here by
+admirers long after their death, and are quite unworthy of their fame.
+Gray, Thomson, Goldsmith, and many other poets who were not buried here,
+are commemorated on the walls and columns. The beautiful bust of the
+poet Longfellow is one of the most recent additions to the interesting
+features of Poets' Corner. A tablet to Granville Sharp reminds us how
+that good man exerted himself on behalf of the slave Somerset, and
+procured from twelve English judges the famous decision "that as soon as
+any slave sets his foot on English ground he is free." The allegorical
+pile in memory of the "Great Duke of Argyll" strikes the eye of every
+visitor. The monument to Dr. Busby, the famous Westminster schoolmaster,
+is a fine piece of sculpture. Addison represents Sir Roger de Coverley
+as standing before it and saying, "Dr. Busby! a great man; he whipped my
+grandfather; a very great man! I should have gone to him myself, if I
+had not been a blockhead--a very great man." If we turn round we see the
+statue of Addison himself, by Westmacott, in the farther corner of the
+transept. He was very fond of meditating in the old Abbey, and in the
+_Spectator_ are many beautiful thoughts suggested by his visits to the
+place. I will conclude our survey of the tombs with a few of his
+words:--"When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy
+dies within me; when I read the epitaph of the beautiful every
+inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a
+tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the
+parents themselves I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we
+must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who have deposed
+them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men
+who divided the world by their contests and disputes, I reflect with
+sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and
+debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some
+that died yesterday and some that died six hundred years ago, I consider
+that day when we shall all make our appearance together."
+
+
+
+
+THE BIRDS' PETITION.
+
+      We four little birdies, scarce able to fly,
+      Are starv'd with the cold of the frosty sky;
+  Through the trees and the hedgerows the white snow is driven,
+  And lies around everywhere under the heaven;
+      It hangs on the woods, it covers the wold,
+      It spreads over city, and hamlet, and hold.
+
+      Happy ye little folk! sheltered at home
+      From the blasts that over the white world roam;
+  You are merry and gay 'mid your plentiful stores,
+  Oh, think of us ready to die out of doors!
+
+      The ground yields no worm, few berries the trees,
+      Oh, throw us some crumbs, little folk, if you please!
+
+      So, when the summer-time comes with the flowers
+      Decking the meadows, the wild wood, and bowers,
+  Every garden and grove shall resound with our song:
+  Oh, hear now our cry, for the winter is long!
+      The berries are scarce, so deep lies the snow,
+      But there's comfort in crumbs for birdies, you know!
+
+[Illustration: BEGGING FOR CRUMBS. _See p. 368._]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE EDITOR'S POCKET-BOOK.
+
+JOTTINGS AND PENCILLINGS, HERE, THERE, AND EVERYWHERE]
+
+About the Mistletoe.
+
+
+The mistletoe is a shrub which grows or lives upon certain trees, such
+as the apple, pear, and hawthorn. It is found also on limes, poplars,
+firs, and sycamores, and, more rarely, on oaks--contrary to the popular
+belief. The white berries are full of a thick clammy juice by which the
+seeds are fastened to the branches where they take root. The mistletoe
+has been the object of a very special regard for centuries, and traces
+of this high esteem still survive in the well-known Christmas custom.
+One variety of this practice has it that each time a kiss is snatched
+under the mistletoe, a berry is plucked from the bush, and that when the
+berries have all been removed the privilege ceases. The Druids thought
+that the mistletoe which grew upon the oak possessed magical virtues,
+and they valued it accordingly. One of their priests in a white robe cut
+off the precious bush with a golden knife.
+
+
+Badges of the Apostles.
+
+The painters of the Middle Ages used to represent the Apostles with
+special badges which were generally symbolical of some incident in their
+lives. Andrew was depicted with a _cross_, because he was crucified;
+Bartholomew with a _knife_, because he was flayed; James the Greater
+with a _pilgrim's staff_ and _gourd bottle_, because he was the patron
+saint of pilgrims; James the Less with a _fuller's pole_, because he was
+slain by Simeon the fuller with a blow on the head with his pole; John
+with _a cup and a winged serpent flying out of it_, in allusion to the
+tradition that the apostle was challenged by a priest of Diana to drink
+a cup of poison. John made the sign of the cross on the cup, whereupon
+Satan, like a dragon, flew from it, and the apostle drank the cup with
+safety. Judas was represented with a _bag_, because he bare the bag and
+"what was put therein;" Jude with a _club_, because he was killed by
+that weapon; Matthew with a _hatchet_, because he was slain by one;
+Matthias with a _battle-axe_, because after having been stoned he was
+beheaded; Paul with a _sword_, because his head was cut off with one;
+Peter with a _bunch of keys_ and also with a _cock_, in reference to the
+familiar episodes; Philip with a _long staff surmounted by a cross_,
+because he died by being hung by the neck to a tall pillar; Simon with a
+_saw_, because he was sawn to death; Thomas with a _lance_, because his
+body was pierced with a lance.
+
+
+The Yule Log.
+
+Who has not heard of the huge log (or clog) of wood that is laid in the
+fireplace on Christmas Eve amid great pomp and ceremony? It is lighted
+with the brand of last year's log which is always carefully preserved
+for the purpose. During the burning of the log there is much
+merry-making and songs and dances and telling of stories. It was the
+subject of several superstitions. If it did not burn all night that was
+looked upon as a misfortune, and if a barefooted or squinting person
+came to the house while it was burning that also was a bad omen. The
+name Yule carries us back to the far-off ages when the heathen nations
+of the North held their annual winter festival in honour of the sun.
+
+
+The Senses of Bees.
+
+Experiments conducted by Sir John Lubbock seem to show that bees have a
+preference for blue flowers. Besides this curious display of a colour
+sense, there is some reason to believe that these "busy" insects may
+possibly possess in a very rude state the power of hearing. Some bees
+were trained to come for honey placed on a musical box, on the lawn
+close to a window of the house. The box was made to play several hours
+daily for a fortnight; it was then brought indoors out of sight, but
+close to the open window, about seven yards from its former position.
+The bees did not, however, find the honey, though when it was once shown
+to them they came promptly enough.
+
+
+Abolition of Christmas Day.
+
+On December the 24th, 1652, there appeared in a small gazette called the
+_Flying Eagle_ one of the most curious statements ever published in
+connection with Christmas Day. It told how the House of Commons had that
+day been considering the business of the Navy, and how, before it
+separated, it had been presented with a "terrible remonstrance" against
+Christmas Day. "In consequence of this," the _Flying Eagle_ went on to
+say, "Parliament spent some time in consultation about the abolition of
+Christmas Day, passed orders to that effect, and resolved to sit on the
+following day, which was commonly called Christmas Day."
+
+
+The Dancing Bird.
+
+The forests of Nicaragua are the home of a dancing bird, variously
+called "Toledo" from its whistling note, and "Bailador," or "Dancer,"
+from its curious jumping action. A naturalist has described their
+remarkable performances. Upon a bare twig about four feet from the
+ground, two male Bailadors were seen engaged in a song and dance. They
+were about eighteen inches apart, and alternately jumped two feet into
+the air, alighting always in the same spot. As soon as one bird alighted
+the other bird jumped up, their time being like clockwork in its
+regularity, and each "accompanying himself to the tune of
+'_to-le-do_'--'_to-le-do_'--'_to-le-do_,' sounding the syllable '_to_'
+as he crouched to spring, '_le_' while in the air, and '_do_' as he
+alighted." The performance was kept up for more than a minute, when the
+birds found they were being watched, and made off.
+
+
+Americanisms.
+
+A few words current in the United States are being gradually adopted in
+England. The number of new words coined in America is said to be very
+small indeed, as compared with the number of fresh meanings which
+certain words have been made to bear. Of the former "caucus"--a
+political committee--and "Yankee" are examples. Of the latter "smart"
+used for "clever," and "clever" for "amiable," are specimens. But even
+among the different States of the Union, verbal peculiarities are found.
+When the new Englander "guesses," the Western "calculates," and the
+Southern "reckons," but these various terms are all meant in the one
+sense--namely of thinking or supposing. In the New England States,
+"ugly" is employed for "ill-natured," and "friends" for "relations."
+Some of the words in vogue in the Middle States are survivals of the
+original Dutch colonists--as "boss," an employer or manager, and
+"loafer," a vagabond. As to the Western States, it has been amusingly
+observed that "every prominent person has his own private vocabulary."
+Like the Emperor Sigismund the Great, who was "above grammar," the
+Western States folk are superior to dictionaries.
+
+
+Peacock Pie.
+
+On the tables of the squires and nobles was sometimes seen at Christmas
+and other festive seasons a peacock pie, but so costly was the dish that
+it was only the very wealthy who could face such extravagance. At one
+end of the pie the peacock's head, in all its plumage and with beak
+richly gilt, appeared above the crust, while at the other end the tail
+with feathers outspread made a brave show. The dish, however, was
+regarded more in the light of a superb ornament to the table, for it was
+not very good eating.
+
+
+The "Ironsides."
+
+This epithet applied to the famous soldiers of Cromwell was at first
+used as a nickname of Cromwell himself. Mr. Picton, in his well-known
+life of the Lord Protector, quotes a letter from a Northampton
+gentleman, written just before the battle of Naseby. The writer speaks
+of King Charles's army as being much impressed with the news "that
+_Ironsides was coming_ to join with the Parliament's army." And when
+"Ironsides" reached them the cavalry "gave a great shout for joy of his
+coming to them."
+
+
+Migration of Storks.
+
+The storks pass the winter in the warmer climes of Africa. When the time
+for migration has arrived, they leave in great flocks, flying at a
+considerable height. Their wings are large, and have a great sweep, and
+consequently, their flight is powerful. The company of pilgrims, when at
+rest, afford much amusement to onlookers, and as they have the habit of
+constantly clacking their bills together, it will be easily believed
+that the uproar thus caused is a terrible nuisance. Colonel Irby likens
+the noise to a rattle, and if you will try to imagine the effect of
+hundreds of rattles, you may, perhaps, be able to form some notion of
+the disturbance that these storks create at the time when they are
+enjoying periods of well-earned repose.
+
+
+
+
+The "Little Folks" Humane Society.
+
+_THIRTY-FOURTH 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
+    48966 Emily L. Neul       16
+    48967 Martha Hatch        15
+    48968 Emily Jenn          17
+    48969 Elzbth. Sardeson    18
+    48970 Mary Sardeson       16
+    48971 Edith A. Capes      12
+    48972 Agnes Pike          19
+    48973 Emma Warman         13
+    48974 C. H. Sardeson      11
+    48975 J. E. Sardeson      13
+    48976 Kate Probyn         11
+    48977 Emily Probyn        15
+    48978 Blanche Probyn      13
+    48979 F. M. Garrett       12
+    48980 A. G. Probyn        17
+    48981 Frank Sorrell       20
+    48982 Beatrice Sorrell    17
+    48983 Emmie Mansell        7
+    48984 Albert Mansell       9
+    48985 WINNIFRED M.
+          HODGSON, Sandgate    9
+    48986 Kate Batchelor      13
+    48987 Fredk. Wraight      20
+    48988 Charles Wraight     18
+    48989 Percy Gordon         9
+    48990 Kate Gordon         15
+    48991 Maud Gordon         12
+    48992 Ella Gordon         10
+    48993 Violet Gordon        5
+    48994 Elizbth. Walkely     6
+    48995 Fredk. Walkely       9
+    48996 E. E. Walkely       11
+    48997 M. A. Walkely        7
+    48998 Nellie Pascoe        5
+    48999 T. E. Ellen         19
+    49000 Clara Turner        15
+    49001 Gussie Hills         8
+    49002 Charley Hills        8
+    49003 Albert Hills        10
+    49004 B. Langford         17
+    49005 Thos. Langford      14
+    49006 A. Langford         12
+    49007 James Hannon        10
+    49008 Mary Hannon          7
+    49009 Michael Hannon       5
+    49010 Esther Hannon        9
+    49011 Charles Sutton      10
+    49012 Fanny Sutton        14
+    49013 Mary Sutton         15
+    49014 Charles Pope         9
+    49015 George Pope         11
+    49016 Emma Richmond       10
+    49017 Jane Webb           17
+    49018 Eva Burville        11
+    49019 M. J. Doughty       15
+    49020 Richard White       11
+    49021 Sarah Garby          6
+    49022 Edith Allebone       8
+    49023 Annie Allebone      10
+    49024 Anne Haynes         17
+    49025 Anne Harnden        19
+    49026 Nellie Sage         13
+    49027 B. Fitheridge        7
+    49028 Annie Phillips      18
+    49029 Rose Hull           10
+    49030 Emily Rogers         9
+    49031 George Keeler       12
+    49032 M. Cunningham       19
+    49033 Rosetta Standing    10
+    49034 Lorie Terry         10
+    49035 E. Anderson         20
+              ----
+    49036 Ailie M. Tobin       6
+    49037 LILY M. LITTLEWOOD,
+          Stoke Newington     15
+    49038 M. E. Townsend      12
+    49039 W. S. Townsend       7
+    49040 A. J. Townsend      14
+    49041 Jennie Wright       17
+    49042 A. L. Westbeech     18
+    49043 B. K. Wright        16
+    49044 M. G. Wright        15
+    49045 Ethel M. Wright     13
+    49046 A. E. Wright        11
+    49047 Henry J. Stanley    15
+    49048 Annie S. Biss       16
+    49049 Robert Blakeney     10
+    49050 E. Blakeney         13
+    49051 Flory W. Bailey      8
+    49052 Norah M. Boyce      10
+    49053 Annie Boyce          8
+    49054 Mary Davies         10
+    49055 Harriet Herbert     18
+    49056 J. W. Hayden        15
+    49057 Rupert Hailey       11
+    49058 George D. Hare      17
+    49059 Wm. A. Hare         19
+    49060 B. C. Hare          15
+    49061 Ada C. Hall          9
+    49062 Emily G. Kent       14
+    49063 Fredk. Kent          7
+    49064 Arthur G. Kent       8
+    49065 P. W. Kent          12
+    49066 Edwd. S. Kent       10
+    49067 Susan King          18
+    49068 Jas. I. Langley      8
+    49069 A. B. Littlewood    18
+    49070 Rosa Maxwell        17
+    49071 Annie E. Miles       7
+    49072 P. G. Murray        13
+    49073 H. V. Oldham        12
+    49074 Fredk Palmer         8
+    49075 Willie Palmer        7
+    49076 A. G. Palmer        12
+    49077 Wm. Reason          17
+    49078 Emily Reason        19
+    49079 Charles Riett       19
+    49080 B. Scatchord        17
+    49081 Harold Swinhoe      11
+    49082 Charles Swinhoe     14
+    49083 Ethel Swinhoe        8
+    49084 D. M. Stanley       12
+    49085 Mabel C. Smith      19
+    49086 Alice C. Smith      13
+    49087 Blanche C. Smith     9
+              ----
+    49088 L. E. Lithgow       14
+    49089 A. M. Gibbons       16
+    49090 M. L. Gwyer          6
+    49091 F. M. Hooper        13
+    49092 E. G. Bamber        10
+    49093 F. B. Walton        14
+    49094 Adelaide Walton     11
+    49095 Henry Blake         12
+    49096 EMILY M. NEWCOMEN,
+          Warwick             15
+    49097 Percy Goodacre      12
+    49098 Arthur Goodacre      9
+    49099 H. Goodacre         11
+    49100 Frank Hirons        14
+    49101 Rowland Boyes        8
+    49102 T. Barnett          13
+    49103 Alice Timns         20
+    49104 Herbert Rolls       20
+    49105 Ethel Evans          6
+    49106 Wm. Boyes           13
+    49107 E. Richardson       17
+    49108 Nellie M. Fardon    16
+    49109 Amy Wackrill        14
+    49110 Ethel Lightoller    11
+    49111 Annie Widdows       12
+    49112 G. J. Wackrill      17
+    49113 S. E. Trehearn      20
+    49114 Jane Boyes          11
+    49115 E. E. Humphries      8
+    49116 William Kennett      5
+    49117 Thos. Clements.      6
+    49118 Elzbth. C. Heath    15
+    49119 A. J. N. Kennett     7
+    49120 Lilly Long          13
+    49121 Alice Griffin       14
+    49122 Florce. Fardon      13
+    49123 G. Allibone         15
+    49124 Emma Hanes          12
+    49125 Annie Lees          18
+    49126 A. E. Wilkins       18
+    49127 Lizzie Randall      15
+    49128 A. M. Pankhurst     14
+    49129 E. Bradshaw         18
+    49130 Annie Bailey        21
+    49131 Sarah Noon          20
+    49132 Margaret Jacobs     11
+    49133 R. Garnham           9
+    49134 Annie Evans          9
+    49135 F. Bradshaw          9
+    49136 M. A. Bradon        11
+    49137 Elsie Dutton        14
+    49138 Harriette Dutton    11
+    49139 Florence Beech      12
+    49140 Lizzie Beech         8
+    49141 Maud Beech          10
+    49142 Frank Beech         11
+    49143 Esther Lidgett      18
+    49144 Emily Greenfield     9
+    49145 Janet Granfield     10
+    49146 Geo. Bastock        14
+    49147 W. Marshall         21
+    49148 W. Jones            20
+    49149 ALICE B. R. PAVEY,
+          Charmouth           11
+    49150 Jane Berry           8
+    49151 E. H. Berry         11
+    49152 Harold Hunter       12
+    49153 Ada Hunter           8
+    49154 Willie Hazard        8
+    49155 Harry Hazard         9
+    49156 Alice Hodder        10
+    49157 D. Nicholls         19
+    49158 S. T. B. Rudd        8
+    49159 Lucy G. Dunn         8
+    49160 Mary Cozens         10
+    49161 Annie Lockyer       11
+    49162 Martha A. Jay       11
+    49163 Alice L. Jay         9
+    49164 John W. Jay          7
+    49165 Fredk. B. Jay        5
+    49166 Harry Pryer         13
+    49167 Annie Pryer         12
+    49168 Emma Pryer          10
+    49169 Ellen Pryer          9
+    49170 K. Norris           10
+    49171 Frances M. Norris    8
+    49172 A. B. Kerbey         9
+    49173 F. E. Kerbey        12
+    49174 G. M. Pavey          9
+    49175 Mabel S. Jacob      16
+    49176 A. M. Wynne         13
+    49177 Mary F. H. Rye      13
+    49178 L. A. A. Hatchard   14
+    49179 A. M. Simpson       15
+    49180 Jennie C. White     13
+    49181 F. G. Parker        13
+    49182 F. M. Loughain      10
+    49183 A. M. Lambert       14
+    49184 A. M. Furlonge      12
+    49185 Lizzie Cornick      15
+    49186 Ida Beatty          17
+    49187 Constance S. Bell   14
+    49188 Mary A. Reed        16
+    49189 Ferry L. Davis      13
+    49190 F. T. Davis         16
+    49191 Edith M. Millard    10
+    49192 C. B. Millard       11
+    49193 F. Mainwaring       11
+    49194 E. M. Mainwaring     7
+    49195 J. M. Venour         8
+    49196 Ethel A. Lang       11
+    49197 Evelyn Venour       10
+    49198 A. M. B. Smith      14
+    49199 F. C. B. Smith      17
+    49200 N. B. Smith         15
+    49201 I. M. Andrews        8
+    49202 Florce. Berry        6
+    49203 E. J. C. Andrews    11
+              ----
+    49204 Eva M. Clarke       14
+    49205 L. M. Breton        13
+    49206 Ada M. Breton       16
+    49207 K. A. Patchell      11
+    49208 Grace Pittock       10
+    49209 Rose Pittock         9
+    49210 F. G. Pittock       11
+    49211 John Gidley         17
+    49212 Elizbth. C. Gidley  13
+    49213 M. F. Gidley        12
+    49214 CHARLES FELTON,
+          Hunmanby            11
+    49215 George Coultas       8
+    49216 Arthur Coultas      10
+    49217 Fredk. Dosdill       9
+    49218 George Duke          9
+    49219 Margt. Thorpe        7
+    49220 A. E. Thorpe        10
+    49221 Jane Ratcliffe      18
+    49222 Gertrude Riddell    14
+    49223 Florence Boultby    10
+    49224 Wm. Wightman        17
+    49225 Nelly Parsons        7
+    49226 Samuel Swann        17
+    49227 Ada Ratcliffe        8
+    49228 Mary Swann          20
+    49229 John Swann          15
+    49230 Florce. Bullock      6
+    49231 Julia Boultby        6
+    49232 Joshua Swann         9
+    49233 Teresa Thorpe       12
+    49234 Anne Cooper          8
+    49235 Florence Murdy      13
+    49236 Pollie Murdy        20
+    49237 George Corner       13
+    49238 Sarah Corner        16
+    49239 Harry Wesson         8
+    49240 Francis Fisk        20
+    49241 Emma Brown           7
+    49242 Louisa Swann         6
+    49243 Clara Richardson     7
+    49244 Annie Grundy         8
+    49245 Kate Jenkinson      20
+    49246 Freddy Crisp         7
+    49247 May Flower           6
+    49248 Lina Leibrandt       8
+    49249 Lena Leibrandt      10
+    49250 Lizzie Denman        9
+    49251 John Herbert        10
+    49252 Walter J. Smith     16
+    49253 Henry Felton         8
+    49254 Florence Mather      7
+    49255 William Thorpe      11
+    49256 Gerty Adamson        6
+    49257 William Felton      17
+    49758 John Joynes          8
+    49259 L. Newton           11
+    49260 Herbt. Marchant     19
+    49261 F. Abbott           16
+    49262 Ernest Christian    17
+    49263 Samuel Smith        12
+              ----
+    49264 Fredk. Martin       11
+    49265 Willie Dickins      10
+    49266 Mollie Dickins       8
+    49267 EMILY J. RUTTER,
+          Chiswick            14
+    49268 Lizzie Ravenhill    15
+    49269 Freda Sumpter       12
+    49270 Therza Sumpter      17
+    49271 Janet Armstrong     16
+    49272 Ada Cleave          15
+    49273 Annie Cleave        14
+    49274 Emma Armstrong      18
+    49275 A. Churchman        14
+    49276 F. Pilkington       16
+    49277 Eva Line            17
+    49278 Thomas Downs        10
+    49279 Ella Harrolt        14
+    49280 Louise Line         13
+    49281 Ada L. Davey        13
+    49282 Kate Green          11
+    49283 Lizzie Green        19
+    49284 Sarah Smith         17
+    49285 Ada Downs           15
+    49286 Lily Warner         11
+    49287 Mabel Mills          6
+    49288 Mabel Seaton        11
+    49289 Mary A. Greatree    20
+    49290 Augusta Meyer       11
+    49291 Albert E. Meyer     17
+    49292 Josephine Meyer     20
+    49293 Mary Randall        16
+    49294 Minnie Purser       15
+    49295 E. C. Richardson    13
+    49296 Clara E. White      13
+    49297 Olive E. Baxter     13
+    49298 Harry E. Rutter      8
+    49299 B. C. M. Praeger    11
+    49300 Maria Elliott       13
+    49301 Edith Elliott        2
+    49302 Ada Miles           14
+    49303 J. Gillingham       14
+    49304 Kate Foster         13
+    49305 Annie Knight        10
+    49306 Alice Lord          15
+    49307 Isabella Gabrielle  15
+    49308 Jessie Foster       10
+    49309 E. P. Richards      15
+    49310 F. E. Baker         14
+    49311 Annie E. Jolly      15
+    49312 Fredk. Meyer        17
+    49313 Percy Tilly         16
+    49314 Alice Mills         11
+    49315 Bertrum Mills        9
+    49316 C. Lambert          13
+    49317 A. Mudd             10
+    49318 E. Mills             8
+              ----
+    49319 Ida Bowker          10
+    49320 Edward Eldrid       13
+    49321 H. Bobbins          14
+    49322 Gabriel Banderet    13
+    49323 Anna Vivenot        11
+    49324 Betsy Borton        16
+    49325 Mary B. Harpin      11
+    49326 John H. Harpin       9
+    49327 Emma Wilkinson      15
+    49328 BERTHA CUNLIFFE,
+          Manchester          13
+    49329 Bernard Evans        8
+    49330 Sarah Stott         12
+    49331 Mary Brisbane       19
+    49332 Samuel Brisbane     13
+    49333 J. Wm. Brisbane     15
+    49334 Maggie Stott        14
+    49335 Alice Howell        14
+    49336 Minnie Atkinson     11
+    49337 Lizzie Abbott       12
+    49338 Maggie Brisbane     10
+    49339 F. M. Webster       13
+    49340 Minnie Harrison     13
+    49341 J. Brooksbank        8
+    49342 Mary Rangeley       15
+    49343 H. Howell           16
+    49344 Maud Rangeley       14
+    49345 Maud M. Steele       9
+    49346 G. Howell           13
+    49347 Lilian Steele       13
+    49348 Kate Howell          6
+    49349 Christine Lowe      13
+    49350 Francess Parry      10
+    49351 Kate Mence          13
+    49352 Isabella Backwell    9
+    49353 A. Williamson       12
+    49354 Daisy Steele        11
+    49355 Wm. Mather          18
+    49356 Hetty Bramall        9
+    49357 J. Brisbane          7
+    49358 Mary E. Lloyd       12
+    49359 Jn. L. Mather        4
+    49360 Anne Powell         13
+    49361 Annie Mather         8
+    49362 Ella Chorlton       10
+    49363 Edith Farnell       13
+    49364 Edna Rogerson       11
+    49365 Mary Ogden          12
+    49366 Lillie Kennington   11
+    49367 Jessie Mather       10
+    49368 Agnes Currie        13
+    49369 Edith Rhodes        16
+    49370 Clara Emery         12
+    49371 Arthur Mather       16
+    49372 Jessie Leech        11
+    49373 N. Darnborough      12
+    49374 Annie Stretch       14
+    49375 Lucy Birchal        10
+    49376 Emily Mather        12
+    49377 Sarah Gilbody       12
+    49378 Gertrude Powell      8
+    49379 HELEN E. RAY,
+          Norwich             11
+    49380 Edward Girling      18
+    49381 Edith M. Bunnett    14
+    49382 Gerty Langham       10
+    49383 G. M. Willett        9
+    49384 Kate Dinnington     12
+    49385 M. A. Donaldson      9
+    49386 M. S. Donaldson     10
+    49387 Grace E. Bush       11
+    49388 Lucy Morter         12
+    49389 Mary Green          11
+    49390 Dora Goodwyn        10
+    49391 K. M. Ireland       10
+    49392 C. A. H. Brown       7
+    49393 Alice Holmes        14
+    49394 Bessie Hubbard      11
+    49395 Philip H. Girling   13
+    49396 Sidney R. Ireland   12
+    49397 Ethel Griffin       13
+    49398 Ida J. Smith         9
+    49399 M. M. Farmar        12
+    49400 Margaret Cook       11
+    49401 Helen Cook          12
+    49402 Amy Salmon          11
+    49403 J. M. Troughton     10
+    49404 Lizzie Shepheard    10
+    49405 Edith A. Mack       14
+    49406 E. J. Williams      13
+    49407 Deborah Cook        13
+    49408 Emma Bond           12
+    49409 Isabel Johnson      15
+    49410 M. E. C. Wells      12
+    49411 Ellen A. Butler     10
+    49412 A. M. Everett        9
+    49413 E. K. Chapman       13
+    49414 Mabel A. Bush       12
+    49415 M. E. E. Gooding    14
+    49416 May Saul            10
+    49417 Louisa Oldfield     13
+    49418 Edith F. Salmon     15
+    49419 E. S. Hardingham    12
+    49420 A. E. Taylor        16
+    49421 Martha Mase         11
+    49422 M. H. Smyth         11
+    49423 Helen L. Turner      9
+    49424 Lily Girling        14
+    49425 M. H. Everett        9
+    49426 Caroline Garrett     9
+    49427 M. B. Burrows       10
+    49428 Margaret Girling    11
+    49429 M. A. O. Self        9
+    49430 Francis H. Duck      4
+    49431 BEATRICE  E.
+          BLADES, Sutton      15
+    49432 Emmie Abbott        13
+    49433 Amy Balcombe        15
+    49434 I. M. Balcombe      12
+    49435 Marian Berry         8
+    49436 Bessie Berry         7
+    49437 Alice Binks         16
+    49438 Agnes Binks          9
+    49439 Amy Binks           11
+    49440 Emily Bower         19
+    49441 Cordelia Bower      17
+    49442 Nellie Bower        10
+    49443 Ethel Bosworth      11
+    49444 Louisa Bracey       12
+    49445 Mabel Bracey         7
+    49446 Alice C. Colby      17
+    49447 Lilian Colyer       16
+    49448 Alice Colyer        14
+    49449 Percy Colyer        13
+    49450 F. E. Colyer        10
+    49451 Alice Cork          13
+    49452 A. C. Smith         16
+    49453 Effie Dresser       15
+    49454 Nellie Dresser      13
+    49455 E. R. Dresser       11
+    49456 Alice Drew          15
+    49457 Daisy Fisher        11
+    49458 Winnie Fisher        9
+    49459 Ethel Gabb          13
+    49460 Violet Griffith     15
+    49461 Beatrice Hobbs      15
+    49462 Constance Home      13
+    49463 J. E. Houlston      15
+    49464 Pattie Huskisson    13
+    49465 Percy Huskisson     15
+    49466 Maggie Knight       16
+    49467 Jennie Knight       16
+    49468 Alice Lancaster     15
+    49469 Winnie Lancaster    11
+    49470 M. E. Langridge     16
+    49471 Edith Larner        12
+    49472 Ethel Mileham       11
+    49473 Mary Perry          17
+    49474 Jessie Miller       14
+    49475 Maude Rayner        13
+    49476 Maria Rayner        10
+    49477 Lizzie Rayner        8
+    49478 Richard G. Rolls     8
+    49479 Ethel Turner        11
+    49480 Mary White          14
+    49481 Mary Williamson     16
+              ----
+    49482 Amy S. Coulton      13
+    49483 Maude H. Platts     15
+    49484 Louisa M. Price     14
+    49485 A. B. Vine           8
+    49486 GRACE PETTMAN,
+          Ramsgate            14
+    49487 Grace Holladay      12
+    49488 Lillian Nash        11
+    49489 Frances Bone         9
+    49490 Florrie Bone        13
+    49491 Margaret Palmer     16
+    49492 Aggie Sutton        12
+    49493 Florce. Garwood     11
+    49494 Sally Sutton        10
+    49495 Anna Wood           18
+    49496 Nellie Bowers       11
+    49497 Annie Spain         13
+    49498 Minnie Spain         6
+    49499 Harriett Goodson    14
+    49500 Freddy Goodson      10
+    49501 Kitty Church        12
+    49502 Walter Spain         7
+    49503 Florence Jones       9
+    49504 Sarah Covern        12
+    49505 Minnie Nouel        13
+    49506 Mary L. Nouel       11
+    49507 Ethelbirt Nouel      9
+    49508 Ann M. Nouel         6
+    49509 Florence Newby      12
+    49510 Mabel Newby         11
+    49511 F. I. M. Larkin     12
+    49512 Winifred Barnes      9
+    49513 James F. Barnes     15
+    49514 E. M. D. Barnes     13
+    49515 S. P. Martin        11
+    49516 Howrd. Musgrove     12
+    49517 Edwd. Musgrove      13
+    49518 A. M. Musgrove       9
+    49519 M. E. Musgrove       8
+    49520 R. W. Musgrove       5
+    49521 E. H. Musgrove      11
+    49522 Percy Makins         9
+    49523 Leslie Farrier       8
+    49524 F. C. Archer        17
+    49525 K. Schwengers        8
+    49526 Jane Makins         14
+    49527 Harry Makins         5
+    49528 Susan Cadman        11
+    49529 Walter Cadman        6
+    49530 Joseph Cadman       10
+    49531 Hilda Cadman         8
+    49532 Minnie Sherred       5
+    49533 Samuel Sherred       8
+    49534 Robert Sherred      11
+    49535 Annie Sherred       15
+    49536 Jessie S. Sherred   19
+    49537 ALBERT ABRAHAM,
+          Liskeard            13
+    49538 Thos. H. Pascoe     20
+    49539 A. E. Morcom        19
+    49540 Lucy Rich           19
+    49541 Arthur Pooley       18
+    49542 S. A. Playne        18
+    49543 Ernest Cullen       18
+    49544 Chas. Ainge         17
+    49545 Ernest J. Snell     16
+    49546 Ellen Davey         16
+    49547 Alice Stowe         17
+    49548 Edward Ainge        15
+    49549 Alvena Bradford     15
+    49550 Fredk. E. Moon      15
+    49551 Wm. Middleton       14
+    49552 John Broad          14
+    49553 William Daniel      14
+    49554 J. Cheynoweth       14
+    49555 R. S. Truscott      14
+    49556 Thos. Wonnacott     14
+    49557 J. E. S. Old        14
+    49558 Samuel Raby         14
+    49559 Herbert Dyer        13
+    49560 John West           13
+    49561 Percy Snell         13
+    49562 Arthur Sampson      13
+    49563 Fredk. Edgcumbe     13
+    49564 Thomas Roberts      13
+    49565 Joseph Hill         13
+    49566 Mark Sampson        12
+    49567 Charles Rule        12
+    49568 Arthur Hodges       11
+    49569 Wm. Stoneman        11
+    49570 Edmund Skinner      11
+    49571 John A. Little      11
+    49572 Joseph H. Pearce    11
+    49573 Wm. Dunbar          10
+    49574 Arthur Rule         10
+    49575 Samuel Sampson      10
+    49576 Edward Wright       10
+    49577 Rose Lyne            9
+    49578 Willmot Wright       8
+    49579 Percy Lyne           7
+    49580 William Rowe        19
+    49581 William Brenton     15
+    49582 Edith M. Tinney     15
+    49583 Charles Hambly      14
+    49584 J. S. Blandford     14
+    49585 Thos S. Peters      14
+    49586 D. R. F. Wilson     16
+    49587 R. G. F. W. Green   15
+    49588 Geo. A. Northey     14
+    49589 William Pollard     14
+    49590 John Martin         13
+    49591 H. J. Trethewy      12
+    49592 John B. Old         13
+    49593 William Grose       12
+    49594 John Scantlebury    12
+    49595 Arthur E. Pearse    11
+              ----
+    49596 Eardley Vine         6
+    49597 Nellie Sykes         8
+    49598 A. M. Potter         9
+    49599 Edith Jenkins       14
+    49600 Nellie Corke        13
+    49601 Kate Jenkins        12
+    49602 Herbt. Barham        8
+    49603 Wm. Worssell         7
+    49604 Richd. Worssell     10
+    49605 F. J. Williams      10
+    49606 A. E. Chapman       12
+    49607 Robert J. King      11
+    49608 E. W. Mann          12
+    49609 C. E. J. Phillips   10
+    49610 LILIAN STONEHAM,
+          Ampthill Square,
+          London              12
+    49611 May Broom           10
+    49612 Ernest Stoneham      9
+    49613 S. W. Stoneham      12
+    49614 Alice Dorington      9
+    49615 H. G. Humphries      7
+    49616 M. E. Humphries      9
+    49617 L. M. Gossling       7
+    49618 A. M. Edwards        7
+    49619 Richd. H. Bendy      8
+    49620 Katie Hill           6
+    49621 G. F. Collins        7
+    49622 E. H. Bendy          6
+    49623 N. A. J. Saunders    9
+    49624 M. A. Sanders        8
+    49625 John S. Gretton      7
+    49626 F. E. Summerfield   10
+    49627 E. E. Copping       11
+    49628 M. L. Summerfield    8
+    49929 A. C. Stoneham      13
+    49630 Sarah Neuff         10
+    49631 G. A. M. Gillott    14
+    49632 Mildred Jones       13
+    49633 Louisa Harragan     13
+    49634 Rosina Wight        11
+    49635 Kate Carter         10
+    49636 L. Melvill          10
+    49637 Ella Wyand          17
+    49638 Edith Pasmore       13
+    49639 Amy Carter          12
+    49640 Lydia Dansie         7
+    49641 May Soper           11
+    49642 Alfred Kingsbury     8
+    49643 Alice Pigot         10
+    49644 Lilian C. Soper     15
+    49645 Rosa Soper          13
+    49646 Blanche Wyatt       14
+    49647 Helen Melvill       10
+    49648 Maud Middleton      10
+    49649 Christabel Jones     8
+    49650 A. A. Langsford     15
+    49651 I. Macculloch       14
+    49652 Ethel Wyand         15
+    49653 Clara Rowley        10
+    49654 Gertrude Ellwood    11
+    49655 Beatrice Jones      14
+    49656 Louie Appleton      12
+    49657 H. G. Rowley        15
+    49658 Annie Davis         11
+    49659 Alice Loomes        12
+    49660 Annie Cox           14
+              ----
+    49661 E. Ballefant         8
+    49662 FLORENCE C. BARRETT,
+          Poplar, Lond.       12
+    49663 George Gilley       17
+    49664 T. H. Shepherd      18
+    49665 C. E. Peckham       11
+    49666 Katie Fischer       12
+    49667 Grace Allen          8
+    49668 H. E. Worland       11
+    49669 Sophia A. Gilley    11
+    49670 Beatrice Merralls   14
+    49671 Geo. R. Miller       7
+    49672 H. J. Birleson      16
+    49673 C. S. Richardson    14
+    49674 E. H. Merralls      13
+    49675 Clara Bull          11
+    49676 John Gilley          9
+    49677 M. C. Phillips      11
+    49678 A. H. Oughton        6
+    49679 Ellen Quantock      13
+    49680 Wm. Birleson         9
+    49681 M. A. Woodrow       16
+    49682 Annie Atkinson       6
+    49683 Percy A. Bull        9
+    49684 A. Hatterleys       10
+    49685 L. E. Abraham        8
+    49686 A. M. Peckham       10
+    49687 A. E. Birleson       9
+    49688 W. T. Merralls      10
+    49689 E. M. M. George     15
+    49690 Jane Quantock       12
+    49691 Sarah E. Evans       9
+    49692 Samuel Gilley       15
+    49693 Maude Allen          9
+    49694 G. C. Peckham        8
+    49695 A. M. Scotten       12
+    49696 C. Woodrow          12
+    49697 Thomas Gilley       13
+    49698 Harriet Holgate     18
+    49699 Wm. H. Miller       10
+    49700 Charlotte Scotten   14
+    49701 B. W. Allan         20
+    49702 W. C. M. Barrett    15
+    49703 Reuben Merralls      8
+    49704 M. S. Worland       15
+    49705 G. M. Gilley        18
+    49706 S. F. Birleson      11
+    49707 Sarah A. Stains      7
+    49708 Annie C. George     12
+    49709 Edith. M. Miller    15
+    49710 Geo. E. Girard       9
+    49711 H. J. Abraham       10
+    49712 A. M. Merralls       7
+              ----
+    49713 Clara Kemmins       14
+    49714 Walter Kemmins      10
+    49715 Cyril Walton        13
+    49716 O. Schofield         8
+    49717 Esther Schofield     7
+    49718 Rosa M. Davies      12
+    49719 M. L. Struthers     20
+    49720 A. L. Lowndes       14
+    49721 F. Masterson        12
+    49722 Amy Atkins          13
+    49723 Violet Jackson      15
+    49724 KATE M. BOYD,
+          Belfast             10
+    49725 Frank Ward           7
+    49726 Robert J. Stewart    6
+    49727 Bessie Lamble       15
+    49728 Elias Lamble        12
+    49729 George Moore         7
+    49730 Ellen P. Weir        5
+    49731 Charles Weir         3
+    49732 Aggie Nesbit         7
+    49733 David T. Ward       10
+    49734 John Whiteside      12
+    49735 Lizzie Whiteside    19
+    49736 Chas. W. McMidd     16
+    49737 Alexandra Cosby     11
+    49738 Jane Mitchell        6
+    49739 May McKinstry       15
+    49740 Annie Hamilton      13
+    49741 Mary Mitchell        9
+    49742 L. Shaw              6
+    49743 L. MacDonald        13
+    49744 Minnie Rainey        9
+    49745 Sam Fitchie          7
+    49746 James H. Shaw       11
+    49747 John Macnamara      15
+    49748 May Purdon           7
+    49749 Wm. McDonald         8
+    49750 Ida Mitchell        14
+    49751 Edward Purdon        4
+    49752 James Steward        7
+    49753 Ellen T. Shaw        8
+    49754 S. C. Ward          17
+    49755 Thos. Whiteside      6
+    49756 L. Chamberlain       8
+    49757 John Shaw           16
+    49758 Isabella Frazer     15
+    49759 D. Richardson        7
+    49760 S. McKinstry        13
+    49761 E. J. McMinn        17
+    49762 M. Chancellor       17
+    49763 Mary E. Frazer      11
+    49764 Selina McMinn       10
+    49765 Wm. McCann          18
+    49766 David Mitchell      12
+    49767 Ethel Browne         6
+    49768 Agnes Gilbert       15
+    49769 H. MacGregor         7
+    49770 Hugh Cooper         11
+    49771 Frances Moore        6
+    49772 F. MacGregor         5
+    49773 S. Crawford         14
+    49774 Isabella Gilbert    10
+    49775 Annie MacGregor      8
+    49776 Robert Browne       11
+    49777 VIOLET ANDERSON,
+          Kensington          12
+    49778 Lottie Wilson        5
+    49779 Geo. Middleton      12
+    49780 Emma Mugford         9
+    49781 Rhoda Taylor        10
+    49782 Frank Coombs         7
+    49783 Poly Humble          4
+    49784 John Martin          3
+    49785 Annie Patinson       4
+    49786 George Humble        6
+    49787 Mary Nash            7
+    49788 Florence Wiles      10
+    49789 Rosy Hudson          3
+    49790 Robert Copeland     10
+    49791 Martha Isaac        10
+    49792 Annie Turner        10
+    49793 Nathaniel James      6
+    49794 M. Raulerson        11
+    49795 Percy Pollard        4
+    49796 Arthur Bennett       3
+    49797 Katie Kinton         4
+    49798 Lizzie Cannon        6
+    49799 L. G. Hudson         6
+    49800 Isabella Bennett     9
+    49801 Emily Easton        10
+    49802 Ada Vogan            6
+    49803 Robert Pollard      11
+    49804 Frank Galliford      8
+    49805 Louisa Floyd         2
+    49806 Jane Vogan           8
+    49807 Beatrice Mayfield    9
+    49808 Albert Coomber      10
+    49809 Rose James           3
+    49810 Maud Martin          7
+    49811 Ada Barnes           5
+    49812 Richard Porch        7
+    49813 Kate Coomber        12
+    49814 Clara Cannon         9
+    49815 Sarah Ball          10
+    49816 Nellie Dixon        11
+    49817 Fanny Barnes         7
+    49818 Charles Ball         5
+    49819 Ada Ball            13
+    49820 Eliza James         12
+    49821 Annie Mayfield       7
+    49822 Edwd. Pullinger     15
+    49823 Julia Hudson         9
+    49824 Lizzie Pattinson    10
+    49825 Ada Cullingford     11
+    49826 Albert James        10
+    49827 Arthur James         8
+    49828 Amy Baker           11
+    49829 Arthur Stone        10
+    49830 Arthur Bennett       5
+    49831 Louisa Rogers       11
+    49832 George Barnard       6
+    49833 William Pullinger    9
+    49834 Fanny Porch          4
+    49835 Ada Pollard         13
+    49836 Annie Utling         7
+    49837 Rose A. Hudson       3
+    49838 Thomas Mitchell     14
+    49839 Rose Pullinger      11
+    49840 Norah Willison      10
+    49841 Robert Pullinger    12
+    49842 Adolphus Ball        6
+    49843 Alice Allen         13
+    49844 Alice Vogan         11
+    49845 Harriett Humble     12
+    49846 Alice Hall           9
+    49847 Thomas Pollard      14
+    49848 Henry Hazell        11
+    49849 Alice Barnard        4
+    49850 Edith Taylor         5
+    49851 Maud Mason           7
+    49852 Ernest Butter       10
+    49853 E. E. Rawlerson     13
+    49854 Florence Hatcher     8
+    49855 C. Wharton           9
+    49856 Alice Humphries      9
+    49857 Harry Mugford        5
+    49858 George Martin       10
+    49859 Mirabel Turner       8
+              ----
+    49860 E. C. M. Wright     11
+    49861 Eleanor Wright      13
+    49862 Ethel McMaster      12
+    49863 Philis England      13
+    49864 ETHELIND KENNEDY,
+          Stewartstown        14
+    49865 Annie Brown         10
+    49866 R. J. Stevenson     15
+    49867 C. S. Dudgeon       11
+    49868 Maggie Simpson       5
+    49869 Charles Graham       6
+    49870 K. McGahey          10
+    49871 John S. McGahey      8
+    49872 Ethel McGahey        5
+    49873 Alexander Martin     8
+    49874 John Megaw          13
+    49875 M. E. Shepherd      10
+    49876 Alexndr. Shields    11
+    49877 H. J. Russell       12
+    49878 Thomas Nichol       10
+    49879 M. D. McGhee        11
+    49880 Emma McGhee          8
+    49881 Charlotte Reid      10
+    49882 Wm. Hamilton         5
+    49883 Robert Hamilton      8
+    49884 Mary S. Brown        5
+    49885 J. T. Kempton        9
+    49886 Hugh Elder           9
+    49887 Mary J. Turtle       9
+    49888 Robert J. Turtle    12
+    49889 Maggie J. Gibson    12
+    49890 Mary H. Gibson      10
+    49891 Emma B. Gibson       8
+    49892 Edith Gibson         5
+    49893 Sarah Thompson       5
+    49894 H. Thompson          9
+    49895 M. J. Thompson      11
+    49896 W. J. Thompson      13
+    49897 Chas. Abernethy     13
+    49898 H. T. Abernethy     10
+    49899 L. Abernethy         9
+    49900 M. Abernethy         7
+    49901 A. Steenson          6
+    49902 Thos. Bingham       12
+    49903 Samuel Bingham      11
+    49904 Sarah J. Bingham     6
+    49905 Sarah A. Devlin      5
+    49906 Mary M. Devlin       9
+    49907 R. J. Devlin         9
+    49908 Maude C. Woods      14
+    49909 James Clements       8
+    49910 John Clements       12
+    49911 C. Clements         10
+    49912 R. D. Steenson      12
+    49913 Minnie Steenson      6
+    49914 Meta K. Woods        9
+    49915 Robert S. Woods      7
+    49916 Sara T. Woods       12
+    49917 Hugh Peers           8
+    49918 Hugh Brown          10
+    49919 Marcus Reid         12
+    49920 Hannah Martin        6
+              ----
+    49921 Maud S. Frisby      13
+    49922 Ethel L. Smith       7
+    49923 Alice Newton        11
+    49924 Maud Bullock         9
+    49925 William Godfry      10
+    49926 Emily Martin         8
+    49927 Walter Raine        10
+    49928 Annie S. Bond       16
+    49929 Edith H. Bond        8
+    49930 A. M. Annandale     13
+    49931 Agnes A. Rose       17
+    49932 ELIZABETH DOLE,
+          Bristol             14
+    49933 Agnes Porter        19
+    49934 Agnes Place         19
+    49935 Augusta Harris      18
+    49936 Lizzie Harries      17
+    49937 Florence Morgan     17
+    49938 Alice Sewell        17
+    49939 Katy Rickens        16
+    49940 Frances Rebbeck     16
+    49941 Mary Dole           16
+    49942 Rachel Dole         16
+    49943 Constance Wadge     15
+    49944 Edith J. Sewell     15
+    49945 Mary Verier         15
+    49946 Ermy Loxton         15
+    49947 Susan J. Rickens    15
+    49948 Rosa Major          15
+    49949 Anna M. Gibbs       15
+    49950 Florence Hicks      15
+    49951 Mabel B. Peirce     15
+    49952 Marion L. Cundell   15
+    49953 Marie Heine         14
+    49954 E. M. Gatcombe      14
+    49955 Agnes Winstone      14
+    49956 Eleanor Durston     14
+    49957 Elizabeth Arney     14
+    49958 Mabel Major         14
+    49959 Gertrude I. Sewel   14
+    49960 Nellie Coe          14
+    49961 Fanny Gregory       14
+    49962 Kathleen Place      14
+    49963 Florence Pope       14
+    49964 Edith Tyler         14
+    49965 Maggie Morgans      14
+    49966 Isabel Nicholson    13
+    49967 Edith C. Morgan     13
+    49968 Jessie Slade        13
+    49969 Mary I. Butler      13
+    49970 Emily Edis          13
+    49971 F. Cullingford      13
+    49972 Lillie Basset       13
+    49973 Marion K. Bell      13
+    49974 Mary A. Hicks       13
+    49975 Janie Jones         12
+    49976 Florence Hartnell   12
+    49977 Emma Bennett        12
+    49978 Beatrice Quick      12
+    49979 Bessie Hayward      12
+    49980 George Peirce       11
+    49981 Katie Bowyer        11
+    49982 Julia Stuart        11
+              ----
+    49983 Harry J. Eder       13
+    49984 Solomon Ososki      13
+    49985 C. W. Sax           15
+    49986 William Hunter      13
+    49987 John Russell        14
+    49988 John Parker         14
+    49989 William McMunn       9
+    49990 William Whisker     13
+    49991 Arthur S. Everest    8
+    49992 Henry D. Everest    12
+    49993 Ellen S. Bull       13
+    49994 E. Hetherington      8
+    49995 Jane Robinson       12
+    49996 D. Monnington        8
+    49997 Richard Caldecott    7
+    49998 Ann Hetherington    13
+    49999 Florence Bodley     10
+    50000 G. C. Stephens      15
+
+
+
+
+A FEW WORDS ABOUT THE "LITTLE FOLKS" HUMANE SOCIETY.
+
+Fifty thousand Officers and Members--such is the printed muster-roll of
+The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society. As most of the Readers of LITTLE FOLKS
+are aware, however, this does not comprise all the names on the Register
+of the Society--for since this grand total was reached many hundreds of
+Children have enrolled themselves; nor does the fact that in future the
+publication of the Lists will be discontinued (as announced on page 55
+of this Volume) signify that the work of the Society--which has been so
+enthusiastically carried on since it commenced in January, 1882--is
+accomplished. On the contrary, the Editor earnestly trusts that his
+Readers will not only still come forward in large numbers and become
+Members, by sending in their "promises" to him, but will also, in the
+future as they have in the past, continue to induce their relatives and
+friends to enroll themselves under the Society's banner. For it should
+be remembered that the Dumb Creation _always_ stands in need of help and
+protection; and it is to a great extent by the aid of such associations
+as The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society--founded for the purpose of
+inculcating in the minds of children Kindness towards Animals--that the
+claims of the weak and defenceless creatures around us are recognised as
+they should be.
+
+The names of all who fill up and sign the "form of promise" (which is
+again printed on the next page), and send it to the Editor, will, as
+heretofore, be duly inscribed on the Register of the Society; and
+Certificates of Membership will be forwarded to any who desire to have
+them, if _stamped addressed_ envelopes be enclosed for the purpose.
+(The limit of age for enrolment is 21).
+
+Members will also be eligible to become Officers of the Society and
+receive Officers' Certificates if they induce Fifty other Children to
+join, and send in that number of "promises" to the Editor, _all
+together_; but the small book and medal hitherto awarded to Officers
+will, in future (as stated on page 55), be given only to those who, in
+sending up their Fifty "promises," enclose a certificate from a Parent,
+Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that the collection of
+such "promises" had been commenced _prior_ to July 1, 1884.
+
+The wonderful progress made by The LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society since its
+institution in January, 1882, has, the Editor feels sure, been a source
+of much gratification to all who have taken part in its work; and while
+tendering thanks to the Officers and Members--comprising representatives
+of every rank and station, and living in all parts of the globe--who
+have so zealously and heartily co-operated with him, he can only express
+the hope that in the accounts of the Society which he proposes to give
+in LITTLE FOLKS from time to time, he may be able to record the same
+satisfactory progress in its growth during future years as he has in
+past ones.
+
+The "form of promise" to be signed (which should be copied on half a
+sheet of note-paper and forwarded to the Editor, after being filled up,
+and attested by a Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person) is as
+follows:--
+
+  To the Editor of LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+  [Here insert full name]
+
+  I ..................... hereby undertake, as far as it lies in my power,
+  to be kind to every living creature that is useful and not harmful to
+  man.
+
+  [Full name]
+  .........................
+
+  [Address]
+  ........................
+  ........................
+
+  (Age...........)
+
+  Witness [of signature]
+  .........................
+
+  [Date]
+  .........................
+
+All communications to the Editor in reference to the Society should have
+the words, "LITTLE FOLKS Humane Society," on the left-hand top corners
+of the envelopes.
+
+
+
+
+TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.
+
+HOW A WILD DUCK SAVED HER CHILDREN.
+
+
+Dear MR. EDITOR,--Our river is so shallow that in some parts reeds grow
+in it, where wild ducks are very fond of building their nests. Once,
+shepherds who were with the cattle, near that river, saw a wild duck,
+with eighteen little ones swimming about, and as the little ducks were
+so small they thought it would be very easy to catch them. So
+accordingly they got into the water, and were trying to catch the young
+ones, when they perceived that the old duck, instead of flying away, as
+they expected she would do, was turning over in the water as if she were
+hurt. The shepherds seeing this, thought it would be very well to catch
+her first, as it seemed a very easy thing to do, so they went over to
+where she was. Meanwhile the little ducks got safely hidden in the
+rushes, and the old one seeing that her children were out of their
+enemies' reach, flew into the air and left the shepherds standing with
+nothing.
+
+  THE PRINCESS SOPHIE GAGARINE
+  (Aged 12-1/2.)
+
+  _8, Place Catharine, Odessa._
+
+
+THE SAGACITY OF ANTS.
+
+Dear MR. EDITOR,--A friend recently told me that when walking in his
+garden one day he noticed an ant seemingly examining a dead caterpillar
+which lay on the path. Then it returned to its nest, but soon came back
+with several others. These, walking round the caterpillar, examined it
+carefully, as did the first. Home they all went; soon they returned with
+still more of their companions, then they formed a long column, very
+like a rope, and dragged him to the edge of the path. The nest being in
+the flower-beds they had to pull him over the tiles surrounding the
+garden, but once over this difficulty on they toiled until after a
+quarter of an hour's hard work they reached their nest.
+
+
+  ARCHIBALD HURD.
+  (Aged 15.)
+
+  _Elmcroft, Tottenham Lane,
+  Hornsey, N._
+
+
+A KIND HORSE.
+
+Dear MR. EDITOR,--The other day, as I was walking along the road, I saw
+a horse do another a deed of kindness. One poor horse was out in the
+road without anything to eat, and the other in a field with plenty of
+grass. The horse that was in the field picked a mouthful of grass and
+put his head over the gate; the poor one then took it out of his mouth
+and ate it up. This was done five or six times. The horse then neighed,
+as much as to say, "thank you," and walked on.
+
+  ARTHUR W. WHITE.
+  (Aged 11.)
+
+  _Stickland School, Blandford._
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE STORY COMPETITION FOR DECEMBER.
+
+
+In the place of a "Picture Page Wanting Words," the usual Monthly Prizes
+are offered for the best Original Stories on the subject of "A Skating
+Adventure," namely---a Guinea Book and an Officer's Medal of the LITTLE
+FOLKS Legion of Honour for the best Story; and a smaller book and
+Officer's Medal for the best Story (on the same subject) relatively to
+the age of the Competitor, so that no reader is too young to try for
+this second prize. All Competitors must be under the age of 16. The
+Stories, which are not to exceed 500 words in length, must be certified
+as _strictly original_ by a Parent, Minister, Teacher, or other person
+of responsible position, and must reach the Editor on or before the 10th
+of December (the 15th of December for Competitors residing abroad). In
+addition to the two Prizes and Officers' Medals some of the most
+deserving Competitors will be included in a Special List of Honour, and
+will be awarded Members' Medals of the LITTLE FOLKS Legion of Honour. It
+is particularly requested that each envelope containing a Story should
+have the words "December Prize Story Competition" written on the
+left-hand top corner of it. (Competitors are referred to a notice
+respecting the Silver Medal, which was printed on page 115 of the last
+Volume.)
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE DOCTOR MAY.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Little Daisy playing
+    'Mid the ripening corn,
+  Pierced her plump white finger
+    With a cruel thorn.
+
+  Home she flies, eyes clouded
+    With a mist of tears;
+  Little bosom trembling
+    With vague childlike fears.
+
+  Brother Leonard lifts her
+    Lightly from the ground;
+  May, beside her kneeling,
+    Tends the swelling wound.
+
+  Softly takes a needle--
+    Knows what she's about--
+  Pricks, and lo! the hidden
+    Thorn slips safely out.
+
+  Daisy's fears have vanished,
+    Tears are passed away--
+  Leonard dubs his sister
+    Little Doctor May.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Music - A Day in the Snow.]
+
+_Words from_ "LITTLE FOLKS."
+
+_Music by the_ REV. F. PEEL, B.Mus., Oxon
+
+  1. Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,
+  The echoes all ringing around as you go;
+  Come, for the fairies with chill little fingers
+  Have seiz'd on the raindrops and turn'd them to snow.
+
+  Come along, bairnies, laughing and singing,
+  The echoes all ringing around as you go.
+
+  2. Come, watch the white flakes softly descending,
+  Still, never-ending, silent, and slow,
+  Folding a mantle of beauty around us,
+  A mantle of flickering, fluttering snow.
+
+  3. Come, rosy fingers, gather the treasure!
+  Bright looks of pleasure I see as you go;
+  Laughing and singing, The echoes all ringing--
+  Oh, the delight of a day in the snow!
+
+
+
+
+OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+DOUBLE DIAGONAL PUZZLE.
+
+If definitions of the objects and scene shown above be placed one under
+the other in the order indicated, the diagonals, left to right, will
+form the names of two well-known cities.
+
+
+MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.
+
+An old man is seen in a dungeon, dressed in rags and covered with mud. A
+slave enters with a sword, evidently for the purpose of murdering him,
+when he stops suddenly, awed and frightened by the prisoner's face and
+stern voice, as he demands if he has the presumption to kill him. Then
+the slave rushes from the cell, declaring it impossible to despatch such
+a man. Who is the prisoner?
+
+  NELLIE ELLIS.
+  (Aged 15-1/4).
+
+  _Frost Hill House,
+  Liversedge, Yorkshire._
+
+
+SINGLE ACROSTIC.
+
+The initials read downwards will give the name of a great musician.
+
+  My first is one of England's public schools.
+  My second is one of the continents.
+  My third is a planet.
+  My fourth is one of the largest rivers in Europe.
+  My fifth is one of the Christian festivities.
+  My sixth is the opposite to rejoice.
+
+  MILDRED C. WATSON.
+  (Aged 12.)
+
+  _Harrow-on-the-Hill,
+  Middlesex._
+
+
+MISSING-LETTER PUZZLE.
+
+When the missing letters have been supplied, the whole will form a verse
+from one of Cowper's poems.
+
+  W x e x t x e x r x t x s x w x r x i x r x u x e x ,
+    B x e x d x n x f x o x t x e x o x a x r x d x ,
+  S x u x h x w x t x a x i x d x g x a x t x i x n
+     x o x n x e x o x h x r x o x n x r x s x o x s.
+
+  HENRIETTA PUTTOCK.
+  (Aged 13-1/4)
+
+  _Clevelands, Billingshurst, Sussex._
+
+
+SQUARE WORDS.
+
+  1. A volcanic mountain.
+  2. A sign of sorrow.
+  3. A designation.
+  4. An extent of surface.
+
+  1. A sweet-scented herb.
+  2. A thought.
+  3. Not distant.
+  4. An article of pastry.
+
+  1. A range of mountains.
+  2. A trial of speed.
+  3. A portion of land.
+  4. A mocking look.
+
+  LOUIE W. SMITH.
+  (Aged 15-1/4.)
+
+  _11, Woodside Terrace, Glasgow._
+
+
+BURIED NAMES OF FLOWERS AND TREES.
+
+The initial letters of the following flowers and trees, if put together,
+will form the name of a town in England.
+
+  1. That pot is made of iron.
+  2. To and fro several times he went.
+  3. You can sit in the porch, Ida.
+  4. Mamma, please may I have that book?
+  5. That reel may do for the kitten.
+
+  A. K. M. WHITE.
+  (Aged 15.)
+
+  _7, Carlton Crescent, Southampton._
+
+
+CRYPTOGRAPH.
+
+The following will form a well-known verse by Wordsworth.
+
+  Nzib szw z orggov ozny,
+    Rg'h uovvxv dzh dsrgv zh hmld,
+  Zmw vevibdsviv gszg Nzib dvmg,
+    Gsv ozny dzh hfiv gl tl.
+
+  AMY G. MERSON.
+  (Aged 14)
+
+  _De-la-pole,
+  Cottingham, near Hull._
+
+
+RIDDLE-ME-REE.
+
+  My first is in ache, but not in sore;
+  My second is in pippin, but not in core;
+  My third is in pie, but not in tart;
+  My fourth is in wheel, but not in cart;
+  My fifth is in sole, and also in pike;
+  My whole is a fruit which all of us like.
+
+  JANIE WILSON.
+  (Aged 11-1/2.)
+
+  _Jessiefield Offerton, near Stockport._
+
+
+ARITHMOREM.
+
+  1. 5 + reri = a piece of water.
+  2. 51 + egarf = weak.
+  3. 54 + lye = bright.
+  4. 56 + e = bad.
+  5. 11 + as = an imaginary line.
+  6. 506 + azr = a mask.
+  7. 104 + li = polite.
+
+  EFFIE E. BELL.
+  (Aged 14.)
+
+  _Market Place, Swaffham._
+
+
+DIAMOND PUZZLE.
+
+  1. A consonant.
+  2. A fish.
+  3. A fragment.
+  4. To comprise.
+  5. A celebrated musician.
+  6. To roll down.
+  7. Not ever.
+  8. A large expanse of water.
+  9. A consonant.
+
+  H. BELL.
+  (Aged 13-3/4.)
+
+  _St. George's Mount, New Brighton, Cheshire._
+
+
+
+
+PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.
+
+WINTER COMPETITION.
+
+
+The Puzzles given in the November and the present number of LITTLE FOLKS
+form, as announced, the WINTER COMPETITION.
+
+PRIZES.
+
+In the WINTER COMPETITION there will be a First Prize of a Guinea
+Volume; a Second Prize of a Half-Guinea Volume; a Third Prize of a
+Five-Shilling Volume, awarded in EACH DIVISION, viz., the SENIOR
+DIVISION for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 (_inclusive_),
+and the JUNIOR DIVISION for those _under_ 14 years of age. 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.
+
+REGULATIONS.
+
+Solutions of the Puzzles published in this number must reach the Editor
+not later than December 8th (December 12th 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.
+
+The names and addresses of Prize and Medal winners will be duly
+published in LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+
+GAME PUZZLE FOR DECEMBER.
+
+SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS: A GAME FOR FOUR PLAYERS.
+
+Our readers will all recollect the classical story of Scylla and
+Charybdis, the former a maiden changed by Circe into a hideous
+sea-monster, who threw herself into the sea and became a rock, the
+latter changed by Jupiter into a foaming whirlpool. Vessels which
+avoided the rock of Scylla were oft-times prone to fall into the
+dangerous whirlpool of Charybdis.
+
+On this legend our Puzzle this month is based, though the two classical
+dangers will be now only two little children who will try to seize on
+the argosies which their brothers and sisters send through the straits.
+
+To begin which, settle a subject on which you will have your
+Competition--Botany, History, Geography, Astronomy, Natural History, or
+any other you may select--then cut out a number of pieces of cardboard
+about this size--
+
+[Illustration]
+
+For ordinary subjects you may be able to cut out from the largest type
+used in the daily or weekly papers, syllables that will meet your
+requirements, but for special subjects, such as Botany, Astronomy, &c.,
+you will find it better to write your own pieces of cardboard in a good
+bold, clear style.
+
+You will want a considerable quantity of syllables, and the words in all
+cases should range from simple ones, easy to be discovered, to more
+difficult and puzzling words.
+
+Having got a quantity of syllables, arrange them in three groups: (1)
+the simple words, (2) the more difficult, (3) the most difficult. Keep
+these groups in separate boxes, and these separate boxes again in one
+large box marked with the subject of the play.
+
+Four players now arrange themselves thus: two as mariners, one at either
+end of the table, and two as Scylla and Charybdis, one on each side of
+it.
+
+The ship will consist of a little Japanese tray, or lid of a cardboard
+box, with a piece of string fixed at either end to draw it by. In this
+are placed the syllables forming two words, and one of the mariners
+draws it slowly across the table. As it passes along, Scylla and
+Charybdis try to discover the words it contains, and if they can do so
+ere it passes they appropriate the cargo, and the ship reaches the
+opposite end of the table from which it started empty! It is again
+freighted and sent back, this time perhaps its contents are not
+discovered. And thus the game goes on till all the words are exhausted,
+when a count is made. Suppose 50 words were sent across the straits, the
+record might read:
+
+  The Mariners gained            27 words
+  Scylla and Charybdis gained    23 words
+                              -----
+  The game won by the Mariners by 4 words.
+
+Now we will proceed to give our Puzzle. The syllables given below will
+be found, when correctly sorted out and arranged, to form the names of
+the characters indicated in the explanatory notes at the foot.
+
+SENIOR DIVISION.
+
+  +-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | ih  | igna | van  |  so  | pe  |  mor | tius |  ba |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | nuc | varn |  no  | hah  | no  |  car |  re  | chi |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | lac | hage | delo |  to  | nn  | tt   | aca  |  ll |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | nem | nvon | yola | ense | chi | ann  | lla  |  ca |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+
+  1. The "Michael Angelo" of Spain.
+
+  2. A cruel Roman Emperor, assassinated by a soldier.
+
+  3. He is said to have written the lines--
+
+    "When Adam delved and Eve span,
+    Where was then the gentleman."
+
+  4. A German physician, whose motto was: "Similia similibus curantur."
+
+  5. A page, soldier, philosopher, and Jesuit.
+
+  6. A Swedish philosopher.
+
+  7. A Florentine painter; he has a celebrated picture in the Louvre,
+  called "Charity."
+
+  8. A Prussian statesman, author of various works.
+
+  9. A Spanish navigator who assisted Pizarro.
+
+  10. A Quaker, founder of a colony, author, &c.
+
+  11. A celebrated general in Afghanistan, &c.
+
+  12. An Italian musical composer who wrote several oratorios, operas, and
+  masses.
+
+JUNIOR DIVISION.
+
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | ko  | mar  | new  | yps  | th  | di   | wa   | cam |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | po  | add  | cia  | bla  | peg | nus  | chr  | ina |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | nch | gla  | ila  | pe   | ing |  rd  | ist  | gio |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+  | dst | gate | one  | om   | nti | ard  | ton  | ch  |
+  |-----+------+------+------+-----+------+------+-----+
+
+  1. An antiquary who left money to the Oxford University for "a copy of
+  English verses."
+
+  2. Emperor of the East, married the widow of Theodosius the Younger.
+
+  3. French historian and member of Legislative Assembly.
+
+  4. A self-taught Ayrshire sculptor.
+
+  5. A hospodar of Moldavia and Wallachia.
+
+  6. A Bishop of Salisbury, astronomer and mathematician.
+
+  7. Author of "Rape of the Lock."
+
+  8. A Speaker of the House of Commons, Premier, and Home Secretary.
+
+  9. A French aeronaut, killed by the explosion of a balloon.
+
+  10. The Papal legate who attended the trial of an English Queen.
+
+  11. A Swedish Queen who, having abdicated, abjured Lutheranism, and was
+  pensioned by the Pope.
+
+  12. A Lord of the Treasury, Secretary for Colonies, Master of the Mint,
+  President of Board of Trade, Chancellor of Exchequer, Premier, author,
+  &c.
+
+  * *
+   *  In order to gain full number of marks Competitors must arrange
+  the names in the proper order, placing them as numbered in the lights.
+
+
+
+
+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.
+
+X Y Z, SWALLOW.--[The names of the winners of the Silver Medals will be
+printed in the February Number.--ED.]
+
+
+LITERATURE.
+
+A LOVER OF POETRY would like to know where the following line occurs,
+and by whom it was written:--
+
+  "The league long roller thund'ring on the reef."
+
+RAGS AND TATTERS wishes to know where the following lines are taken
+from, and who is the author:--
+
+  "Till the day break and shadows flee away
+  In that far future dawn that knows not death."
+
+ETHEL writes, in answer to LITTLE MAID OF ARCADIE, that the quotation--
+
+  "Evil is wrought by want of thought,
+  As well as want of heart"--
+
+is from a poem by Thomas Hood, entitled "The Lady's Dream." Answers also
+received from several other readers.
+
+
+WORK.
+
+NELLY asks if any one could tell her how to make a pretty and simple
+lace collar.
+
+
+COOKERY.
+
+RUBY AND A STRAWBERRY are informed that full directions for making
+toffee appear on page 335 of this number.
+
+
+GENERAL.
+
+PANSY and M. E. would be glad if any one would tell her how to press
+flowers, as those she has done have gone brown.
+
+GUMMY would be very pleased if any one could give him a few hints on
+satin-painting; has the satin to be prepared before it can be painted
+on? if so, how?
+
+VERUS would like to know of a very simple way of making an Aeolian harp,
+if any one could tell her.--[The method was described in the May, 1882,
+number of LITTLE FOLKS, Vol. XV., p. 319.--ED.]
+
+THE SHAMROCK OF FREILING would be glad to know if any of the readers of
+LITTLE FOLKS could tell them how to bleach grass for making Markart
+bouquets.
+
+DAFFODIL asks if any one will tell her how to paint on tiles with
+water-colours.
+
+
+NATURAL HISTORY.
+
+EDITH would like to know what is the best food for rabbits, and how
+often they ought to be fed. [They should be fed twice a day, every time
+clearing away everything and giving quite fresh food. The staple diet
+must be what is called "dry food," varied, such as dry crust of bread,
+bread soaked in milk and squeezed dry, barley meal mixed with a very
+little hot water, oatmeal same way, dry barley or oats. You need not use
+all, but vary now and then. Give beside every day a moderate quantity of
+fresh green leaves, kept first long enough to dry off all dew or rain,
+and begin slightly to wither.]
+
+PARTHENOPE would be glad to know what would be the best food for a
+starling in the winter?--[A sort of stock food is made of the
+fine-ground oats called "fig-dust," made into a stiff dough with milk
+and water, adding every day a pinch of soaked currants or a little
+fine-shredded raw beef. Give a little fruit now and then, and a few odd
+worms, insects, or snails. A little sopped bread will be taken as a
+change, but there must be a little animal food.]
+
+MARY BRAZIER asks what is the best food for a dormouse. She knows that a
+little Indian corn is often given.--[You should vary the diet with
+wheat, Indian corn, bits of bread-crust, bread-and-milk squeezed dry,
+with any kind of nut occasionally, and a few blades of grass or field
+weeds.]
+
+
+
+
+ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (_p. 317_).
+
+POETICAL ACROSTIC.--CAMPBELL.
+
+
+  1. C hateaubriand. 2. A lfieri. 3. M ilton.
+  4. P etraria. 5. B yron. 6. E ulla.
+  7. L eopardi. 8. L amartine.
+
+
+MISSING VOWEL PUZZLE.
+
+  "Break, break, break,
+    On thy cold grey stones, O sea!
+  And I would that my tongue could utter
+    The thoughts that arise in me."
+
+
+DOUBLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.
+
+ITALY--GARDA.
+
+  1. I ou G. 2. T arif A.
+  3. A nadi R. 4. L ichfiel D.
+  5. Y andill A.
+
+MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.
+
+Epaminondas, at the battle of Mantinea.
+
+
+NUMERICAL ENIGMA.
+
+  "O what a tangled web we weave,
+    When first we practise to deceive!"
+
+  1. Lear. 2. Train. 3. Drain. 4. Weep. 5. Character.
+  6. Brew. 7. Goad. 8. What. 9. Wife. 10. Drove. 11. Wander.
+  12. Save. 13. Stew. 14. Sleep. 15. It.
+
+
+FOUR PICTORIAL PROVERBS.
+
+  1. "All are not thieves that dogs bark at."
+  2. "A rolling stone gathers no moss."
+  3. "Count not your chickens before they are hatched."
+  4. "When the cat is away the mice do play."
+
+
+
+
+To My Readers.
+
+"What are you going to give us in the next Volume?" is, I dare say, the
+question which is in some of your minds to ask me; so, as usual on
+reaching the end of a half-year, I will tell you of a few of the
+arrangements made for the New Volume, beginning with the JANUARY Number.
+These include:--
+
+A SERIAL STORY by the Author of "A Little Too Clever," "Margaret's
+Enemy," "Maid Marjory," &c., to continue from month to month; and a
+Second SERIAL STORY, by HENRY FRITH, called "King Charles's Page; or,
+Two Children's Adventures in the Time of the Commonwealth," also to run
+for six months. The latter is an unusually exciting tale--full of novel
+incident and strange adventure. Then there will be
+
+"LEGENDS AND STORIES OF FAMOUS RIVERS," by EDWIN HODDER ("Old Merry"),
+in which you will be told many curious tales and wonderful legends
+associated with a few of the most celebrated of the world's Rivers.
+
+"SOME NOTABLE PICTURES AND THEIR STORY"--telling, in a bright and chatty
+style, about a few of the masterpieces of Art, how they came to be
+produced, and what fortunes, good and bad, some of them experienced;
+including interesting anecdotes and facts concerning themselves and
+their painters.
+
+"ENGLAND'S FORESTS IN DAYS OF OLD"--a series of papers relating the
+story of the stirring incidents of which some of the well-known forests
+of this country have been the scene.
+
+"BIRDS AND FLOWERS OF THE MONTH"--consisting of full-page Pictures which
+M. GIACOMELLI, the well-known French Artist, has specially drawn for
+LITTLE FOLKS. One of these will appear in each number of the New Volume,
+accompanied by Verses appropriate to the subject.
+
+"BIBLE STORMS BY LAND AND SEA"--a new series of Scripture Stories for
+"Our Sunday Afternoons;" and the usual "Bible Exercises" will appear
+every month.
+
+"PAGES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK." In response to repeated requests, I am
+glad to announce that this department of LITTLE FOLKS--comprising two
+pages of bold pictures and simple stories printed in large type--will be
+re-commenced in JANUARY, and continued every month.
+
+MR. PALMER COX, the American Artist, has drawn for LITTLE FOLKS some
+more HUMOROUS PICTURES in his well-known style; the Notes and Jottings
+by a Practical Writer on the subject of "THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN" will
+be given, as well as FAIRY STORIES, with droll and laughable pictures,
+every month; and besides STORIES, POEMS, ANECDOTES, and PICTURES of
+every kind, all the regular features, such as "THE EDITOR'S
+POCKET-BOOK," "SONGS WITH MUSIC," "THE LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PAGES,"
+"QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS," &c. &c., will be still maintained.
+
+SEVERAL NEW SPECIAL COMPETITIONS FOR 1885 have been arranged in addition
+to the ordinary Monthly Puzzle and "Picture Page" ones. The most
+important of these is
+
+A NEW "'LITTLE FOLKS' PAINTING BOOK COMPETITION," in which, as already
+briefly announced, a number of PRIZES IN MONEY, BOOKS, and MEDALS will
+be offered. It will be open to both Senior and Junior Competitors, and
+so arranged that all may have equal opportunities of being successful.
+This Competition will be in connection with "THE 'LITTLE FOLKS' PROVERB
+PAINTING BOOK," which is now ready; and the full Regulations and the
+list of Prizes to be awarded, as well as of those offered in all the
+other Special Competitions for 1885, will be printed in the JANUARY
+Number. In that number will appear, too, the names of the Prize and
+Medal winners in the Competitions for 1884, also those in the Puzzle and
+"Picture Page" Competitions announced in the September, October, and
+November numbers (including the "Home and Foreign" Competitions).
+
+I am glad to find that the Competitions for the year now closing have
+been so popular with you, and I heartily thank you on behalf of the
+little ones in the Hospitals--among whom the articles of Needlework,
+Dolls, Illuminated Texts, Scrap Albums, Toys of various kinds, and the
+hundreds of Illustrated Story-books written by yourselves, which you
+have sent to me, will be distributed at Christmas--for all the trouble
+and care you have so lovingly bestowed on your work. You are indeed
+amply repaid by the rays of gladness which these your gifts will bring
+to helpless sufferers!
+
+A COLOURED PICTURE, called "THREE LITTLE KITTENS," will be given with
+the JANUARY Number, and the Frontispieces to all the other numbers will
+be printed in a bright colour as they have been in the present Volume.
+You will also be pleased to hear that it is intended in future to make
+all the pages of our Magazine more attractive in appearance, but I need
+only just allude to this and leave you to see for yourselves in the
+JANUARY Number in what manner it will be effected.
+
+Having thus told you what is to be done for _you_ in the New Volume, I
+will only add that I rely on you all to do everything you can for LITTLE
+FOLKS by persuading as many of your relatives and friends as possible to
+take it in. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,
+
+Your very sincere Friend,
+
+THE EDITOR.
+
+
+
+
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+    |                                                              |
+    | Transcriber's note:                                          |
+    |                                                              |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: "September. 179" has been changed to "September,   |
+    | 179"                                                         |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: "The Discontented Boat. 242" has been changed to   |
+    | "The Discontented Boat, 242"                                 |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: Little Toilers of the Night section appears twice, |
+    | as in the original                                           |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iii: "Peacock Pie, 371:" has been changed to "Peacock   |
+    | Pie, 371;"                                                   |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iv: "King-fisher" has been changed to "Kingfisher"      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page iv: "Story of Two Brothers, By the" has been changed to |
+    | "Story of Two Brothers. By the"                              |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 342: running along to hurt them? has been changed to    |
+    | running along to hurt them?" with closing quotation marks    |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 343: "spash of ink" has been changed to "splash of ink" |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 344: "his head among Bab's curls" has been changed to   |
+    | "his hand among Bab's curls"                                 |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 347: "engaged upon, And in the preface" has been        |
+    | changed to "engaged upon, and in the preface"                |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 349: FATHER'S COMING.' has been changed to 'FATHER'S    |
+    | COMING.' with an opening quotation mark                      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 351: And if we're has been changed to "And if we're     |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 360: "procure early blooms" has been changed to         |
+    | "procure early blooms."                                      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 369: "See p. 68" has been changed to "See p. 368"       |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 371: "curious jumping action" has been changed to       |
+    | "curious jumping action."                                    |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "M. J Doughty" has been changed to "M. J. Doughty" |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "W Jones" has been changed to "W. Jones"           |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "Elizbth. C Gidley" has been changed to "Elizbth.  |
+    | C. Gidley"                                                   |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: "Annie E Jolly" has been changed to "Annie E.      |
+    | Jolly"                                                       |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 372: the name "G. M. Willett" is unclear                |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: "H. G, Humphries" has been changed to "H. G.       |
+    | Humphries"                                                   |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: "G. A M. Gillott" has been changed to "G. A. M.    |
+    | Gillott"                                                     |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: "Geo E. Girard" has been changed to "Geo. E.       |
+    | Girard"                                                      |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: the name "John Macnamara" is unclear               |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: the age of "George Humble" is unclear              |
+    |                                                              |
+    | page 373: the age of "Ann Hetherington is unclear            |
+    |                                                              |
+    +--------------------------------------------------------------+
+
+
+
+
+
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