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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Little Folks (December 1884) + A Magazine for the Young + +Author: Various + +Release Date: February 5, 2009 [EBook #28007] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS (DECEMBER 1884) *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="notes"> +<p>Transcriber's Note: 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> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1><span class="smcap">Little Folks:</span></h1> + +<h2><i>A Magazine for the Young.</i></h2> + +<h3><i>NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES.</i></h3> + +<h4>CASSELL & COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Limited</span>.</h4> + +<h4><i>LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK.</i></h4> + +<h4>[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="600" height="459" alt="cover" title="cover" /> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </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.—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, &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>, &c.—<br /> +<span class="pad2">Pretty Work for Little Fingers—<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—<br /></span> +<span class="pad3">Ivory Miniature Painting, 330.<br /></span> +</p> +<p> +<span class="smcap">Children's Own Garden, The</span>—<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 "September."">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>, &c.—<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 "Boat."">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>—<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, &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>—<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>—<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>—<br /> +<span class="pad2">Stories Told in Westminster Abbey—<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>—<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—<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>—<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 "371:"">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>—<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—<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>—<br /> +<span class="pad2">Picture Pages Wanting Words, &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>—61, 126, 190, 254, 318, 378.<br /> +</p> +<p> +<span class="smcap">Puzzles, Our Little Folks' Own, and Answers</span>—58, 60, 125, 128, 188, 189, 253, 317, 320, 374, 377.<br /> +</p> +<p> +<span class="smcap">Questions and Answers</span>—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>—<br /> +<span class="pad2"><span class="smcap">A Little Too Clever.</span> By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," &c. &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 "BROTHERS," with a comma">Brothers.</ins></span> By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c, 32, 93, 163, 224, 281, 348.<br /></span> +</p> +<p> +<span class="smcap">Short Stories</span>—<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>—<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—<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 "King-fisher"">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>—<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>—<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," &c.</i></h4> + +<h4>CHAPTER XX.—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—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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXI.—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—is he—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—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—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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXII.—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—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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XXIII.—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—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—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."</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—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."</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—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—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.</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 3½ in. by 4¾ 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.</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—when the house was quiet—<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—</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.—XII.</h2> + +<h4><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Phillis Browne</span>, <i>Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls Can Do," &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?—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—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'—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—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 Judæa, 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 Idumæan, 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,—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—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.—<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," &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—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?"</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—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.</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—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—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—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 "spash"">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 Blackamè to creep in +among us and eat up our butterflies."</p> + +<p>And had Bab really the power to bring a fairy +Blackamè over there when she thought it was only +a splash of ink? And she looked with a sort of +terror on the bad fairy Blackamè 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—for +you really <i>can't</i> 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?"</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—how +I do like them for being so brave!—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 Blackamè, 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 Blackamè?—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—she thought +the fairy was unfairer even than Selina; <i>but</i> she +was a fairy, and besides that, Bab <i>had</i> brought +Blackamè 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."</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:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'I'm the girl that brought him in,</span> +<span class="i2">Blackamè! 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">Blackamè;'</span> +</div></div> + +<p>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.</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 Blackamè 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 Blackamè.</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"> + <img src="images/i079.jpg" width="433" height="450" alt=""SHE STOOD BY HIM."" title=""SHE STOOD BY HIM."" /> + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 450px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 340px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 260px;"> </div> + </div> + +<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 Blackamè 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 Blackamè, were five or +six Blackamès 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—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 "head"">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—leetle ink by a spluttering +pen, and it was a bad fairy called Blackamè; 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 Blackamè, 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—Ned vainly tried<br /> +To reach the yellow corn inside.<br /> +<br /> +No one was near—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.—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—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.</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—we are nearly in +darkness now—and we look about us.</p> + +<p>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 <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—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"—</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—</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 "And"">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—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.</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—<br /> +<span class="two">He likes to sit there—</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—<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," &c. &c.</i></p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XVI.—"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—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.</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—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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XVII.—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 £180 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—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."</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: "THEY ARRIVED AT THE HALL DOOR"" title="Illustration: "THEY ARRIVED AT THE HALL DOOR"" /> +<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—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> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XVIII.—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—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.</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—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—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—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——"</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—</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—"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—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.</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—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—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.</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"> +* *<br /> * +</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 "blooms" without a period">blooms.</ins></p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </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">* *<br /> * </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">* *<br /> * </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—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.</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—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—</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—</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—do +you see it—moving +along?"</p> + +<p>"No—yes—no—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——"</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—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—</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—</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—</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—</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—</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—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.</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—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.</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—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.</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:—</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—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:—</p> + +<p> +<span class="two">"Here my poor begonia lies,<br /></span> +<span class="two">Drop a tear and wipe your eyes—<br /></span> +<span class="two">The door was open—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—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—I mean——"</p> + +<p>"Never mind—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.—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"—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—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—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 £6,000. 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."</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—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—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."</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.), &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 <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:—"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 "See p. 68""><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—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 "action" 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>'—'<i>to-le-do</i>'—'<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"—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.</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 "——," +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 "M. J Doughty"">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'>——</td><td> </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'>——</td><td> </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 "W Jones"">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'>——</td><td> </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 "Elizbth. C Gidley"">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'>——</td><td> </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 "Annie E Jolly"">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'>——</td><td> </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'>——</td><td> </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'>——</td><td> </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 "H. G, Humphries"">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 "G. A M. Gillott"">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'>——</td><td> </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 "Geo E. Girard"">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'>——</td><td> </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'>——</td><td> </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'>——</td><td> </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'>——</td><td> </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—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—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 +<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—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.</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—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 <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:—</p> + +<p class="mono sml"> +To the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.<br /> +<br /> + [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, &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>,—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 12½.)</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>,—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>,—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—-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—<br /> +<span class="two">Knows what she's about—<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—<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—<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> </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 15¼).</p> + +<p><i>Frost Hill House,<br /> +Liversedge, Yorkshire.</i></p> + +<p> </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> </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 × e × t × e × r × t × s × w × r × i × r × u × e × ,<br /> + B × e × d × n × f × o × t × e × o × a × r × d × ,<br /> +S × u × h × w × t × a × i × d × g × a × t × i × n<br /> + × o × n × e × o × h × r × o × n × r × s × o × s.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Henrietta Puttock.</span><br /> +(Aged 13¼)</p> + +<p><i>Clevelands, Billingshurst, Sussex.</i></p> + +<p> </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 15¼.)</p> + +<p><i>11, Woodside Terrace, Glasgow.</i></p> + +<p> </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> </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> </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 11-½.)</p> + +<p><i>Jessiefield Offerton, near Stockport.</i></p> + +<p> </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> </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 13¾.)</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:—</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> </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—Botany, History, Geography, Astronomy, +Natural History, or any other you may select—then cut out +a number of pieces of cardboard about this size—</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, &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">—-—</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—</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, &c.</p> + +<p>11. A celebrated general in Afghanistan, &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, &c.</p> + +<p class="mono">* *<br /> * </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, &c.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">X Y Z, Swallow.</span>—[The names of the winners of the +Silver Medals will be printed in the February Number.—<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:—</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:—</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—</p> + +<p><span class="two">"Evil is wrought by want of thought,<br /></span> +<span class="two">As well as want of heart"—</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 Æolian harp, if any one could tell her.—[The method +was described in the May, 1882, number of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>, +Vol. XV., p. 319.—<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?—[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.—[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> </p> + +<h4>ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (<i>p.</i> 317).</h4> + +<p class="center">POETICAL ACROSTIC.—<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> </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> </p> + +<p class="center">DOUBLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Italy—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> </p> + +<p class="center">MENTAL HISTORICAL SCENE.</p> + +<p class="center">Epaminondas, at the battle of Mantinea.</p> + +<p> </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> </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"> + <img src="images/i205.jpg" width="220" height="400" alt=""W" title=""W" /><br /><br /> + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 224px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 232px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 232px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 232px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 232px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 232px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 232px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 232px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 230px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 225px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 220px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 217px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 216px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 215px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 209px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 201px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 193px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 135px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 125px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 120px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 115px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 110px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 108px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 105px;"> </div> + </div> +<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:—</p> + +<p>A <span class="smcap">Serial Story</span> by the Author of "A Little Too Clever," "Margaret's +Enemy," "Maid Marjory," &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—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>"—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>"—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>"—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>"—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>—comprising two pages of bold pictures and simple stories +printed in large type—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>," &c. &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—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!</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. 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