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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, December 16, 1879, by Various
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+Title: Harper's Young People, December 16, 1879
+       An Illustrated Weekly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: March 6, 2009 [EBook #28261]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 16, 1879 ***
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+Produced by Annie McGuire
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+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VOL. I.--NO. 7. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS. NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
+CENTS.
+
+Tuesday, December 16, 1879. Copyright, 1879, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
+per Year, in Advance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "AIN'T THEY LOVELY? AND ARE THEY ALL REALLY YOURS?"]
+
+ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.
+
+BY MRS. W. J. HAYS,
+AUTHOR OF "THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS."
+
+
+Mrs. Douglas was looking over her shopping list, and Lily Douglas was
+looking over her mother's shoulder. The Christmas Charity Fair was so
+soon to be held that Mrs. Douglas had a world of business to attend to,
+for of course her table must be full of pretty things suitable for the
+season. She was going out this morning to finish all her purchases, and
+Lily had been promised a corner of the carriage if she would be as quiet
+as she knew how to be, and not take cold. This was joyfully acceded to,
+for with all the glories of the shops to look at, could she not be
+still? and with her new velvet cloak and warm furs, how could she take
+cold?
+
+So she bounced into the brougham after her mother, and curled herself
+into the smallest possible space, that there might be room for all the
+packages. Such smiling brown eyes under sweeping lashes looked up at the
+sky as she wished for snow, and so warm a little heart beat under the
+velvet and furs as the brougham rolled down the street, that more than
+one passer-by gave her smiles in return. They had not long been out when
+the snow came indeed, as if just to oblige the little maiden; first in a
+sulky, slow way, then taking a start as if it were in earnest, down came
+the feathery flakes.
+
+"Oh, mamma," she cried, "aren't you glad? Just look at the lovely,
+lovely snow!"
+
+"Yes," said mamma, abstractedly, reading off her list; "one dozen
+decorated candles; three screens, gilt; six lace tidies; fifteen yards
+blue ribbon; dolls--oh, Lily, I have forgotten the dolls, and I must
+have them in time to dress them. Knock on the window, and tell Patrick
+to turn down town again; but I am afraid the snow will be deep before we
+can get home."
+
+"So much the better, mamma," exclaimed Lily. "Oh, I _am_ so glad it has
+come!"
+
+Mamma smiled back at her little girl's radiant look, as she said, "What
+will all the little poor children do?"
+
+"Do?" answered Lily; "why, they will sweep the walks--look! there they
+are now. What fun! I wish I had a broom, and a tin cup for pennies."
+
+Mamma could have preached a little, but she refrained. She did not even
+venture to call to Lily's notice the pinched and blue noses and the
+chapped hands of the little army of sweepers which had so suddenly
+appeared.
+
+The brougham stopped at her signal, and Mrs. Douglas went into an
+immense toy-shop, while Lily watched the movements of a little girl who
+had attracted her. The child was thin and pale; an old ragged sacque was
+her only outer garment, and the sleeves were so short that half her arms
+were exposed; on her head was an old untrimmed straw hat; on her feet
+shoes large enough for a woman; a faded bit of cotton cloth was twisted
+about her neck; in her hand was a broom, made of a bundle of sticks,
+such as street-sweepers use. She would make a hasty dash at the snow,
+and then, as if struggling between duty and pleasure, would rush from
+her sweeping to the shop window, and gaze with an eager and fascinated
+intentness at the toys within. Lily looked at her until she became
+tired; then, impatient of restraint, she jumped out of the carriage,
+and went into the shop after her mother; but Mrs. Douglas was down at
+the end of the counter, surrounded by people, and in front of Lily, near
+the door, was a basket of dolls gazing up at her with bewitchingly
+inviting glances. She began to name them--Jessie, Matilda, Clarissa,
+Marguerite, Cleopatra--no, she concluded, she wouldn't have Cleopatra.
+What should this other darling be named?--Rosamond.
+
+"Do you think Rosamond a pretty name?" said a timid little voice near
+her. It came from the girl she had watched from the carriage window.
+
+"Well, not very," answered Lily; "but you see I have such a large family
+that I don't know what to call them all. What name do you like best?"
+
+"Oh, I like almost anything--something short and sweet for such
+beauties. Ain't they lovely? and are they all really yours?"
+
+"I'm playing they are mine, and that I keep an orphan asylum. Don't you
+want to be a nurse?"
+
+"Oh, if you'd let me!--but I'm too dirty."
+
+"No matter for that. See how the darlings smile at you. I mean to ask
+mamma to buy them all. See, I can get one in my muff: she goes in
+beautifully."
+
+"So she does; but I like the one that's asleep best. She's awful
+cunning. Have they any teeth, and real hair?"
+
+"They are just cutting their teeth, and that's the reason I want a good
+nurse; they are so troublesome. They haven't much hair, just a little
+bang under their caps."
+
+"A little what?"
+
+"Their hair is banged like mine--don't you see?--out short right across
+their foreheads, so it don't come in their eyes: that is Charles the
+First style--so my aunt Tilly says."
+
+"Oh, how I wish I had just one doll!"
+
+"Haven't you one?"
+
+"No; she's worn out. She was only rags to begin with, and now she's
+nothing, since Pete Smith tossed her in the mud-puddle."
+
+"That was just as hateful as it could be."
+
+"Yes. I cried all night--more than I did when father died, because, you
+see, he never did nothing but tell me to get out of the way, and go and
+earn money for him to spend in drink. But my dolly used to love me, and
+I loved her, and I always had her with me at night, and I told her
+stories, and played she was a queen."
+
+"A queen! how funny!"
+
+"I don't think so. Every ribbon I could get I dressed her in it, and
+once I found some beads which looked just like the things you see at the
+jewellers', and I put them on her, and she was grand; but Pete Smith
+took them off when he chucked her into the mud, and now she's good for
+nothing."
+
+"Little girl, what are you doing here?" suddenly said a stern voice, and
+Lily's acquaintance shot like an arrow from a bow, and began plying
+vigorously her broom. Mrs. Douglas, too, came up at that moment, and
+pricing the dolls, ordered them to be sent to her.
+
+"Mamma," said Lily, softly, "may I have just this one?"--showing her
+muff, into which she had stuffed the coveted article.
+
+"Lily dear, you don't want any more dolls, surely."
+
+"Yes, mamma, just this one."
+
+"Well, take it, child, though I really think it is foolish, when you
+have so many."
+
+Mrs. Douglas got into her carriage again, and Lily jumped in too. The
+little sweeper looked wistfully after them; but the snow was becoming
+more and more in the way of pedestrians, and she had to work hard to
+clear the crossing.
+
+A few days after this the Fair was opened, and Mrs. Douglas, at Lily's
+request, placed the basket of dolls, which now were glittering in pink
+and blue gauze, in the very centre of her table. Every day Lily went
+with her mother to the Fair, but never without the one doll, her
+mother's latest gift, in her arms. Out of all her stock of clothing she
+had dressed it in the very prettiest little frock she could find, and
+wrapped it in a merino cloak. It was noticed that whenever she was in
+the street she seemed to be looking for some one, and every time the
+carriage went down town Lily insisted upon going too.
+
+One morning, to her aunt Tilly's surprise, as they rolled through the
+still snow-covered streets, Lily shrieked out, "Oh, there she is! there
+she is! Please, Aunt Tilly, let me get out."
+
+Her aunt being good-natured, and supposing that the child saw one of her
+companions, stopped the brougham, and away Lily ran. To the aunt's
+horror, she saw Lily rush up to a dirty poor little creature sweeping
+the crossing. Taking the doll she so faithfully carried every day out of
+her arms, she put it in the little street-sweeper's ready embrace with a
+most affectionate manner.
+
+"There," she said, "I have been watching for you every day, and I have
+dressed this dear thing all for you; and don't you let Pete Smith throw
+_her_ in the mud-puddle."
+
+The little sweeper gazed at her as if she were an angel of light, hardly
+daring to touch the infant beauty committed to her care.
+
+"And now," said Lily, dragging the girl up to the carriage door, for the
+child was abashed and reluctant, "you shall come to the Fair, and see
+our other beauties: come. _Please_ let her, Aunt Tilly; she never has
+seen anything so lovely before."
+
+How could Aunt Tilly refuse? Side by side with the velvet and furs were
+the poor tattered garments of the little sweeper. Side by side were the
+two child faces, one so rosy and radiant, the other so pale and
+care-worn; and the brougham rolled them both to the Fair.
+
+Exultingly Lily took the child up to her mother's table, proudly
+pointing out all its wonderful wealth; but when they both bent over the
+basket of dolls that they had played with at the shop door that wintry
+morning, and both little pairs of eyes sparkled to behold the increased
+beauty of their charms, they forgot everything else, and touchingly
+discussed the merits of each dear doll as if they had been two little
+mothers in a nursery.
+
+A passer-by said to Mrs. Douglas, as he noticed the contrast in the
+children's appearance, "'One touch of nature makes the whole world
+kin.'"
+
+"Yes," nodded Mrs. Douglas, in reply; and she resolved that Lily's
+little acquaintance should have not only a doll, but plenty of good warm
+clothing, and herself for a friend.
+
+
+
+
+THE POCKET BLOW-PIPE.
+
+BY WILLIAM BLAIKIE,
+AUTHOR OF "HOW TO GET STRONG, AND HOW TO STAY SO."
+
+
+Stand erect, with the chin turned a little up. Draw through the nose all
+the air you can, till your chest is brimful. Now place in the mouth a
+piece of clay pipe stem, say an inch long, and blow through it as long
+and hard as you can, as if you were trying to blow out a flame.
+
+Well, what does this do? Try a few whiffs, and see. If not used to it,
+at first it may make you feel dull, perhaps dizzy. But this soon wears
+off, and you find that a few minutes of this lung-filling now and then
+through the day is working wonders. The chest seems to be actually
+growing larger; and it really is, for you are stretching out every
+corner of it. But the heart and stomach--indeed, about all the vital
+organs--feel the new pressure, and better digestion, brisker
+circulation, and a warmer and very comfortable feeling over the whole
+body are among the results. M----, an oil-broker in New York, says that
+at thirty-six he had a weak voice, stood slouched over and inerect, was
+troubled with catarrh, and knew too well what it was to have the stomach
+and bowels work imperfectly. Most people can not inflate the chest so as
+to increase its girth over two inches. By steady practice at his little
+pipe, he in about a year got so that he could inflate five whole inches.
+But now his chest is noticeably round and full, and he is as straight a
+man as any in a dozen. His weak voice has gone; indeed, he says he has
+the strongest voice of any in a choir in which he now sings. The catarrh
+has left, while his stomach is simply doing nobly. The fuller veins in
+his hands and the swifter reaction when he bathes tell that his
+circulation is also stronger and quicker than formerly, while he has a
+general health and buoyancy to which he had long been a stranger. These
+are surely wonderful changes in a man of his age, and in that brief
+time, and each change is plainly for the better. Not only do his friends
+remark it, but he delights in telling all who will listen. A lady
+friend, following his example, found her angular shoulders and
+indifferent chest fast improving in a way most gratifying. A friend, at
+our suggestion--one of the fastest half-mile runners in America,
+by-the-way--tried the pipe. In five weeks of faithful practice he so
+enlarged his chest that when his lungs were full he could scarcely
+button his vest. He says that in severe running he finds his throat and
+bronchial tubes do not tire as easily as before, but are tough and equal
+to their work, and so help him to more sustained effort.
+
+Though all the results of this deep breathing are not known, it can
+hardly fail to bring great good to many of us in-door people, who most
+of the day never half fill our lungs, and at all events it is very easy
+to try. Any ivory-worker will for a dime turn you a pipe of bone or
+ivory an inch long, three-eighths thick, and with a hole through it a
+sixteenth of an inch in diameter, with the sides fluted so that your
+teeth may hold it, and prevent you from swallowing it. This, too, can be
+readily carried in the pocket. Try it.
+
+
+
+
+[Begun in No. 1 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, Nov. 4.]
+
+THE BRAVE SWISS BOY.
+
+_VI.--ON THE TRACK._
+
+
+The night passed slowly away. Just as Sol was pouring his earliest
+morning rays into the little room where Walter had lain unconsciously
+for so many hours, the sleeper awoke, rubbed his eyes, and called aloud
+for his companion, but, to his surprise, received no answer. He was
+astonished to find that he had gone to bed without taking off his
+clothes, but he suspected nothing until he saw that Seppi was not in the
+room, and at the same moment missed the belt from his waist and the
+papers from his pockets. When the whole extent of the calamity flashed
+upon him, he felt completely overwhelmed. A cold perspiration started to
+his face; he trembled in every limb, and but for the support of the bed,
+would have fallen on the floor. "Merciful powers!" he exclaimed, when he
+recovered his speech, "can it be possible that Seppi has robbed me and
+gone?"
+
+He rushed to the door, which he found was locked. After kicking at it
+with great violence for some time, he aroused the attention of André,
+who came up, and, after opening the door, demanded the reason of such
+behavior.
+
+"Where is Seppi?" exclaimed Walter, paying no heed to his inquiries.
+"Tell me instantly what has become of him."
+
+"How should I know?" was the rough reply. "He left the inn before
+daybreak."
+
+Walter's fears were fully confirmed. He sank into a chair, and gave way
+to an outburst of indignation.
+
+"Don't trouble yourself about being left alone," said André; "your
+friend told me last night that he would be sure to return to-morrow, and
+has given me orders to let you have everything you ask for."
+
+"You've seen the last of him," returned the youth. "He has robbed me,
+and has got safe away by this time. But I won't rest till I have hunted
+him down; and woe to him then!"
+
+He rushed to the door to carry out his purpose; but André stopped him.
+"Oho, my fine fellow, that's what you're up to," said he. "I see now
+that your friend was right when he told me that you were not quite right
+in the upper story. You will please stay quietly here till to-morrow
+morning, and then you can make it all right with him yourself. You
+sha'n't stir out of this room till he comes back, so make up your mind
+for it."
+
+With these words the fellow quietly turned on his heel and left the
+room, and having locked the door, went down stairs again without paying
+further regard to Walter's indignant remonstrances.
+
+There being no possibility of escape by the door, Walter ran to the
+window, and looking out, saw that the window-sill was scarcely twenty
+feet from the ground, and that no one was visible outside. His plans
+were quickly formed. Tying the sheets together, he fastened one end to
+the window-frame, and lowered himself to the ground. But a new
+difficulty presented itself. Which direction should he take? While he
+thus stood for an instant in doubt, he heard a shout from the window
+overhead, and looking up, beheld André, who by this time had brought his
+breakfast.
+
+"What game is this you're up to?" exclaimed the unwelcome custodian.
+"Stir a foot from there till I come, and it will be the worse for you."
+
+Paying no heed to this threat, Walter ran at the top of his speed toward
+the main road, and would perhaps have made good his escape had not a
+broad ditch barred his way, which he was in the act of crossing, when he
+slipped, and was overtaken by André, who, after a struggle, managed to
+secure his charge.
+
+"I've got you again, my boy!" said his captor, triumphantly. "You might
+as well have paid attention to what I told you, for now you must march
+back again, and take up your quarters in the cellar, instead of having a
+comfortable room. I'll warrant you'll not get away again in a hurry."
+
+The unfortunate youth, half stunned with the events of the morning, and
+considerably bruised with the fall, was overpowered by the superior
+strength of his pursuer, and had to resign himself quietly to his fate.
+They had just got back to the inn, and were in the act of entering, when
+the sound of wheels was heard; and on looking back, a post-chaise with
+four horses was seen rapidly approaching the inn.
+
+The carriage was open, and two young men reclined upon the soft
+cushions, while a handsome dog lay upon the front seat, and looked up
+with an intelligent glance at one of the gentlemen, who seemed to be its
+master.
+
+"Let us have some refreshment," said the gentleman to André, who was
+somewhat taken aback by the unexpected arrival of travellers at that
+early hour. "Look sharp, my man! We must be in Paris in an hour, and
+have no time to lose."
+
+Forgetting his prisoner, André hurried in to make the necessary
+preparations, while Walter, pale and breathless, leaned against the side
+of the door.
+
+"Mr. Seymour!" he suddenly exclaimed, on beholding one of the
+travellers. "Mr. Seymour! Pray assist me."
+
+The stranger leaped from the carriage and hastened toward the unhappy
+youth.
+
+"Can I believe my eyes?--Watty!" he exclaimed--"Watty, from the Bernese
+Oberland! Look here, Lafond; this is the boy that got me the young
+vultures from the Engelhorn, the narrative of whose courage you admired
+so much. But what are you doing here, my boy? And what is the meaning of
+all this distress?"
+
+"I have been robbed of a large sum of money here, and the thief has
+escaped with it. I was going in pursuit of him--"
+
+"Don't believe a word of what he says, Sir," interrupted André, who at
+that moment issued from the inn. "The poor fellow is not right in his
+mind. His companion told me so, and I am going to take care of him till
+he comes back. He'll be here to-morrow."
+
+"Fool!" exclaimed Mr. Seymour, angrily, "this young man is an old
+acquaintance of mine. Don't you dare to lay hands on him, or you shall
+suffer for it! And now, Walter, tell me the whole story as quickly as
+you can."
+
+The young man related all that had happened since his arrival in Paris.
+
+"It's a bad affair, my good fellow," said Mr. Seymour, shaking his head
+and shrugging his shoulders thoughtfully. "Your companion has most
+likely travelled all night, and it will be hard work to find out which
+way he has gone. But never mind; we must try what can be done. Come with
+us to Paris, and I will get the police to make instant search for the
+thief. But in the first place," he continued, turning to André, who
+looked on in sullen astonishment, "let us have something to eat; and
+then we'll be off to Paris, where the scoundrel is most likely hiding
+himself."
+
+Mr. Seymour's companion, a pale and delicate-looking man, had listened
+in silence to all that had passed, but while they were partaking of the
+refreshment that had been hastily prepared, he joined in the
+conversation.
+
+"My dear Seymour," said he, "I think I know a better plan to get on the
+track of this swindler than if we had the help of all the policemen of
+Paris."
+
+"Name it," returned his friend.
+
+"Well, you know the St. Bernard dogs are the best in the world for
+following up a scent; and as Hector is a capital specimen of the breed,
+I think we can not do better than set him on the track."
+
+"But the dog doesn't know him, so how can he trace him?"
+
+"The fellow has perhaps left something behind him in his hurry; if so,
+then let Hector get his nose to it, and I'll wager anything that he'll
+follow him up even if he is fifty miles off."
+
+"That's a capital idea," assented Mr. Seymour, delighted at the prospect
+of serving his young friend. "Hector knows that we're speaking about
+him. See how knowing he looks! Run, Walter, and see if your precious
+companion has left anything behind him."
+
+Accompanied by André, who began to perceive that Seppi had cheated him,
+Walter sped up stairs to the room in which he had slept, and soon
+returned in triumph.
+
+"He has left some of his clothes," exclaimed the now excited youth.
+"They are worthless things; and certainly no loss to him, after getting
+possession of all that money."
+
+"Not so worthless after all," signified Mr. Seymour. "Who knows but we
+may find this bundle worth fifty thousand francs to you, Walter, or
+rather to Mr. Frieshardt? Lay it down here. Now then, Hector, take a
+good sniff."
+
+The hound jumped from the carriage, smelled the bundle all round, then
+looked up at his master in an intelligent way, and gave a short deep
+bark.
+
+"Hector will be on the track immediately," was the assurance given by
+Mr. Lafond. "Find--lost--find, my fine fellow!" he exclaimed.
+
+The animal thoroughly understood its master's wish, and ran round the
+inn with its nose close to the ground. Suddenly it came to a stand,
+looked back, and gave another short bark, as if to say, "Here!"
+
+"Bravo, Hector!" exclaimed both the gentlemen, in delight. "Come and
+smell again. Good dog!"
+
+The dog sniffed the bundle once more, and after making another detour of
+the inn, stood still at the old spot.
+
+"He has got the scent now, without a doubt," said the stranger. "Keep up
+your heart, young man, and we'll get the money out of this scoundrel's
+clutches just as certain as you got the birds from the Engelhorn for my
+friend. Jump into the carriage. Follow the dog, postilion. Off with
+you!"
+
+The pursuit continued rapidly. The sharp-scented hound never showed the
+least doubt or wandering. On a few occasions it turned off into by-paths
+to the right or left, but always returned in a few seconds to the main
+road that led to Havre.
+
+The horses were changed two or three times, but the dog seemed as fresh
+as when the pursuit commenced. It was growing late in the afternoon; but
+although Hector continued to hold on as before, Mr. Lafond shook his
+head, and began to doubt whether they were on the right track after all.
+
+The two friends made a careful calculation of the time and distance, and
+Mr. Seymour also began to feel rather anxious. He stopped the carriage,
+called the dog back, and made him smell Seppi's bundle again, which they
+had taken care to bring with them. The dog gave the same short sharp
+bark as before, then turned round again, and continued the journey in
+the old direction.
+
+"I haven't the least doubt now," said Mr. Seymour, cheerfully. "We must
+be on the right track. Go on, postilion!"
+
+After the lapse of half an hour the dog stopped suddenly, threw its head
+up in the air, and sniffed all around in evident confusion; then, after
+making a slight detour with anxious speed, leaped across the ditch by
+the road-side. With a loud bark that seemed to express satisfaction, the
+intelligent creature made for a small clump of bushes at a little
+distance from the road, into which it disappeared. In the course of a
+minute or two the barking was renewed, but this time in a threatening
+tone.
+
+"We've got him!" exclaimed Mr. Seymour. "There's no doubt the fellow
+found he could get no farther, and has taken up his quarters in the
+cover yonder, to make up for the sleep he lost last night."
+
+"Let us go over there, then," said his companion, leaping from the
+carriage and across the ditch. "Hector is calling us, and is sure to be
+right."
+
+[Illustration: "PINNED TO THE EARTH BY THE SAGACIOUS ANIMAL."]
+
+Mr. Seymour leaped the ditch, followed by Walter and one of the two
+postilions. Guided by the barking of the dog, they soon reached the
+thicket, and there found the man they were in quest of, pinned to the
+earth by the sagacious animal.
+
+"Oh, Seppi! Seppi!" exclaimed Walter, in astonishment and sorrow, "how
+could you be guilty of such an act as this!"
+
+The conscience-stricken man paled before the indignant youth.
+
+"I will give you back everything, and beg your pardon for all I've
+done," whined the wretched drover, "if you will only release me from
+this savage brute that has nearly been the death of me."
+
+At the call of his master the dog quitted his hold, and Seppi handed
+Walter the money-belt.
+
+Walter counted the notes and gold, and was glad to find the contents
+untouched. Seppi rose to his feet meanwhile, but stood looking to the
+ground in shame and fear.
+
+Walter, feeling compassion for him, begged that he might be let off; and
+Mr. Seymour consented.
+
+Seppi was overjoyed at being let off so easily. He had not dared to
+expect that Walter would have taken his part, and felt really thankful
+that his first great crime had not met with a severe and terrible
+punishment. With earnestness in his tone, he thanked his former
+companion, and with unaffected emotion assured him solemnly that he
+would never again stretch out his hand to that which did not belong to
+him.
+
+He kissed Walter's hand and moistened it with his tears, and was gone.
+
+"Now," said Mr. Seymour, "I think we must set off toward Paris, if we
+are to get there to-night."
+
+After a long journey, the travellers reached the French metropolis; and
+Walter repaired with Mr. Seymour to one of the best hotels, where, in a
+soft and luxurious bed, he soon forgot the toil and anxiety of the day,
+and slept sounder than he had ever done in his life.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+THE WEASEL AND THE FROGS.
+
+
+"I think the weasel is a mean, wicked murderer," said Harry, as he came
+rushing into his mother's room, his face flushed and his little fists
+clinched tight together: "My white rabbit lies all in a little dead heap
+in his house, and Mike, the gardener, says the weasel has killed him. He
+saw it prowling round the barn last night, and why he didn't set a trap
+and catch it I don't see."
+
+Mamma put aside her sewing, and went to comfort Harry, who began to cry
+bitterly for the loss of his pet.
+
+"Poor Bunny!" said mamma; "he should not have been left out when Mr.
+Weasel was around. But we will buy another Bunny, two Bunnies, a white
+one and a black one, and they shall have a nice little house in the
+wood-shed, where no weasel can find them."
+
+[Illustration: WEASEL AND FROGS--THE INTERRUPTED CONCERT.]
+
+Harry brightened up at once at the prospect of having two Bunnies, while
+mamma said: "Now let us talk a little about the weasel. It is not so
+much to be blamed, after all, for killing Bunny, for it was born with
+the instinct to catch rabbits and squirrels, rats, mice, and many other
+small animals, as well as chickens and birds of all kinds. Weasels are
+very sly little beasts, although if captured when very young they can be
+tamed, and taught to eat out of their master's hand. If you will listen,
+and not cry any more, I will tell you what I saw and heard one summer
+afternoon over by the pond in the meadow. You know it is a very small
+pond, and that afternoon the water was so still that it looked like a
+glass eye in the midst of the great green meadow. I sat down on the bank
+to rest, and to watch the reflection of the bushes and tall
+water-grasses which overhung the pond. Suddenly the surface of the water
+was disturbed by a hundred circling ripples, in the centre of which
+appeared a small dark spot. As I watched, these dark spots became
+visible all over the pond. The sun was setting, and the beautiful summer
+twilight coming on, and it was so still it seemed as if Nature and all
+her pretty minstrels were fast asleep. All at once I heard a hoarse
+voice, which seemed at my very feet. 'Chu-lunk, chu-lunk, chu-lunk,' it
+said. It must have been the chorister calling his frog chorus together
+for their evening song, for in a moment a multitude of voices were
+answering from the long grasses, the bushes, the water--indeed, the
+whole neighborhood, a moment before so quiet, was alive with little frog
+people. They evidently had some cause of complaint against a very wicked
+person, as my little Harry has just now, for I distinctly heard one say,
+'Stole a rabbit, stole a rabbit;' while another answered, 'I saw him do
+it, I saw him do it.' Then the whole chorus burst out,'We'll pull him
+in, we'll pull him in.' 'Plump, plump, plump,' added one voice more
+revengeful than all the rest. I sat very still, waiting to see what was
+to be pulled plump into the water. I did not have long to wait, but I
+fancy things took a turn contrary to the one desired by the frog people.
+There was a sudden rustling in the bushes, a sharp, quick sound like the
+springing of a cat. The chorus was still in an instant, but the entire
+shore of the little pond was covered with rushing, springing, jumping
+frogs. Pell-mell they tumbled over each other in headlong race for the
+water, to escape their cruel enemy, which now appeared, and showed
+himself to be a slender little weasel. He darted here and there among
+the helpless frogs, which made no attempts to 'pull him in,' but bent
+their whole efforts toward self-preservation. At length, seizing a fat
+frog in his mouth, the weasel turned and disappeared noiselessly among
+the bushes. Peace reigned once more, but the little frog people had all
+jumped into the water, and not a voice was heard protesting or uttering
+farther threats."
+
+"And did the weasel get more than one poor little frog, mamma?" asked
+Harry.
+
+"No, he carried off only one frog," replied mamma; "but he killed
+several more, which he left lying dead in the grass. I dug a hole in the
+mud with a sharp stick and buried them, so that their companions should
+not find them when they ventured on shore again."
+
+"Well," said Harry, after thinking a few moments, "now I guess I'll go
+and bury my poor dead rabbit."
+
+
+
+
+[Begun in No. 5 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, Dec. 2.]
+
+THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS.
+
+A Day and Night Mährchen.
+
+BY GEORGE MACDONALD.
+
+
+XI.--THE SUNSET.
+
+[Illustration: "LIKE A SWIFT SHADOW IT SPED OVER THE GRASS."]
+
+Knowing nothing of darkness, or stars, or moon, Photogen spent his days
+in hunting. On a great white horse he swept over the grassy plains,
+glorying in the sun, fighting the wind, and killing the buffaloes. One
+morning, when he happened to be on the ground a little earlier than
+usual, and before his attendants, he caught sight of an animal unknown
+to him, stealing from a hollow into which the sun rays had not yet
+reached. Like a swift shadow it sped over the grass, slinking southward
+to the forest. He gave chase, noted the body of a buffalo it had half
+eaten, and pursued it the harder. But with great leaps and bounds the
+creature shot farther and farther ahead of him, and vanished. Turning,
+therefore, defeated, he met Fargu, who had been following him as fast as
+his horse could carry him.
+
+"What animal was that, Fargu?" he asked. "How he did run!"
+
+Fargu answered he might be a leopard, but he rather thought, from his
+pace and look, that he was a young lion.
+
+"What a coward he must be!" said Photogen.
+
+"Don't be too sure of that," rejoined Fargu. "He is one of the creatures
+the sun makes uncomfortable. As soon as the sun is down he will be brave
+enough."
+
+He had scarcely said it when he repented; nor did he regret it the less
+when he found that Photogen made no reply. But, alas! said was said.
+
+"Then," said Photogen to himself, "that contemptible beast is one of the
+terrors of sundown, of which Madam Watho spoke."
+
+He hunted all day, but not with his usual spirit. He did not ride so
+hard, and did not kill one buffalo. Fargu, to his dismay, observed also
+that he took every pretext for moving farther south, nearer to the
+forest. But all at once, the sun now sinking in the west, he seemed to
+change his mind, for he turned his horse's head, and rode home so fast
+that the rest could not keep him in sight. When they arrived, they found
+his horse in the stable, and concluded that he had gone into the castle.
+But he had, in truth, set out again by the back of it. Crossing the
+river a good way up the valley, he reascended to the ground they had
+left, and just before sunset reached the skirts of the forest.
+
+The level orb shone straight in between the bare stems, and saying to
+himself he could not fail to find the beast, he rushed into the wood.
+But even as he entered, he turned and looked to the west. The rim of the
+red sun was touching the horizon, all jagged with broken hills. "Now,"
+said Photogen, "we shall see;" but he said it in the face of a darkness
+he had not proved. The moment the sun began to sink among the spikes and
+saw-edges, with a kind of sudden flap at his heart, a fear inexplicable
+laid hold of the youth; and as he had never felt anything of the kind
+before, the very fear itself terrified him. As the sun sank, it rose
+like the shadow of the world, and grew deeper and darker. He could not
+even think what it might be, so utterly did it enfeeble him. When the
+last flaming cimeter-edge of the sun went out like a lamp, his horror
+seemed to blossom into very madness. Like the closing lids of an
+eye--for there was no twilight, and this night no moon--the terror and
+the darkness rushed together, and he knew them for one. He was no longer
+the man he had known, or rather thought himself. The courage he had had
+was in no sense his own; he had only had courage, not been courageous;
+it had left him, and he could scarcely stand--certainly not stand
+straight, for not one of his joints could he make stiff or keep from
+trembling. He was but a spark of the sun, in himself nothing.
+
+The beast was behind him--stealing upon him! He turned. All was dark in
+the wood, but to his fancy the darkness here and there broke into pairs
+of green eyes, and he had not the power even to raise his bow-hand from
+his side. In the strength of despair he strove to rouse courage enough,
+not to fight--that he did not even desire--but to run. Courage to flee
+home was all he could even imagine, and it would not come. But what he
+had not was ignominiously given him. A cry in the wood, half a screech,
+half a growl, sent him running like a boar-wounded cur. It was not even
+himself that ran, it was the fear that had come alive in his legs: he
+did not know that they moved. But as he ran he grew able to run--gained
+courage at least to be a coward. The stars gave a little light. Over the
+grass he sped, and nothing followed him. "How fallen, how changed," from
+the youth who had climbed the hill as the sun went down! A mere contempt
+of himself, the self that contemned was a coward with the self it
+contemned! There lay the shapeless black of a buffalo, humped upon the
+grass: he made a wide circuit, and swept on like a shadow driven in the
+wind. For the wind had arisen, and added to his terror: it blew from
+behind him. He reached the brow of the valley, and shot down the steep
+descent like a falling star. Instantly the whole upper country behind
+him arose and pursued him! The wind came howling after him, filled with
+screams, shrieks, yells, roars, laughter, and chattering, as if all the
+animals of the forest were careering with it. In his ears was a
+trampling rush, the thunder of the hoofs of the cattle, in career from
+every quarter of the wide plains to the brow of the hill above him! He
+fled straight for the castle, scarcely with breath enough to pant.
+
+As he reached the bottom of the valley, the moon peered up over its
+edge. He had never seen the moon before--except in the daytime, when he
+had taken her for a thin bright cloud. She was a fresh terror to him--so
+ghostly! so ghastly! so grewsome!--so knowing as she looked over the top
+of her garden wall upon the world outside! That was the night itself!
+the darkness alive--and after him! the horror of horrors coming down the
+sky to curdle his blood, and turn his brain to a cinder! He gave a sob,
+and made straight for the river, where it ran between the two walls, at
+the bottom of the garden. He plunged in, struggled through, clambered up
+the bank, and fell senseless on the grass.
+
+
+XII.--THE GARDEN.
+
+Although Nycteris took care not to stay out long at a time, and used
+every precaution, she could hardly have escaped discovery so long, had
+it not been that the strange attacks to which Watho was subject had been
+more frequent of late, and had at last settled into an illness which
+kept her to her bed. But whether from an access of caution, or from
+suspicion, Falca, having now to be much with her mistress both day and
+night, took it at length into her head to fasten the door as often as
+she went out by her usual place of exit; so that one night, when
+Nycteris pushed, she found, to her surprise and dismay, that the wall
+pushed her again, and would not let her through; nor with all her
+searching could she discover wherein lay the cause of the change. Then
+first she felt the pressure of her prison walls, and turning, half in
+despair, groped her way to the picture where she had once seen Falca
+disappear. There she soon found the spot by pressing upon which the wall
+yielded. It let her through into a sort of cellar, where was a glimmer
+of light from a sky whose blue was paled by the moon. From the cellar
+she got into a long passage, into which the moon was shining, and came
+to a door. She managed to open it, and, to her great joy, found herself
+in _the other place_, not on the top of the wall, however, but in the
+garden she had longed to enter. Noiseless as a fluffy moth she flitted
+away into the covert of the trees and shrubs, her bare feet welcomed by
+the softest of carpets, which, by the very touch, her feet knew to be
+alive, whence it came that it was so sweet and friendly to them. A soft
+little wind was out among the trees, running now here, now there, like a
+child that had got its will. She went dancing over the grass, looking
+behind her at her shadow as she went. At first she had taken it for a
+little black creature that made game of her, but when she perceived that
+it was only where she kept the moon away, and that every tree, however
+great and grand a creature, had also one of these strange attendants,
+she soon learned not to mind it, and by-and-by it became the source of
+as much amusement to her as to any kitten its tail. It was long before
+she was quite at home with the trees, however. At one time they seemed
+to disapprove of her; at another, not even to know she was there, and to
+be altogether taken up with their own business. Suddenly, as she went
+from one to another of them, looking up with awe at the murmuring
+mystery of their branches and leaves, she spied one a little way off
+which was very different from all the rest. It was white, and dark, and
+sparkling, and spread like a palm--a small slender palm, without much
+head; and it grew very fast, and sang as it grew. But it never grew any
+bigger, for just as fast as she could see it growing, it kept falling to
+pieces. When she got close to it, she discovered it was a water
+tree--made of just such water as she washed with, only it was alive, of
+course, like the river--a different sort of water from that, doubtless,
+seeing the one crept swiftly along the floor, and the other shot
+straight up, and fell, and swallowed itself, and rose again. She put her
+feet into the marble basin, which was the flower-pot in which it grew.
+It was full of real water, living and cool--so nice, for the night was
+hot.
+
+But the flowers! ah, the flowers! she was friends with them from the
+very first. What wonderful creatures they were!--and so kind and
+beautiful--always sending out such colors and such scents--red scent,
+and white scent, and yellow scent--for the other creatures! The one that
+was invisible and everywhere took such a quantity of their scents, and
+carried it away! yet they did not seem to mind. It was their talk, to
+show they were alive, and not painted like those on the walls of her
+rooms, and on the carpets.
+
+She wandered along down the garden until she reached the river. Unable
+then to get any further--for she was a little afraid, and justly, of the
+swift watery serpent--she dropped on the grassy bank, dipped her feet in
+the water, and felt it running and pushing against them. For a long time
+she sat thus, and her bliss seemed complete, as she gazed at the river,
+and watched the broken picture of the great lamp overhead, moving up one
+side of the roof to go down the other.
+
+
+XIII.--SOMETHING QUITE NEW.
+
+A beautiful moth brushed across the great blue eyes of Nycteris. She
+sprang to her feet to follow it, not in the spirit of the hunter, but of
+the lover. Her heart--like every heart, if only its fallen sides were
+cleared away--was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved
+everything she saw. But as she followed the moth, she caught sight of
+something lying on the bank of the river, and not yet having learned to
+be afraid of anything, ran straight to see what it was. Reaching it, she
+stood amazed. Another girl like herself! But what a strange-looking
+girl!--so curiously dressed, too!--and not able to move! Was she dead?
+Filled suddenly with pity, she sat down, lifted Photogen's head, laid it
+on her lap, and began stroking his face. Her warm hands brought him to
+himself. He opened his black eyes, out of which had gone all the fire,
+and looked up with a strange sound of fear--half moan, half gasp. But
+when he saw her face he drew a deep breath, and lay motionless--gazing
+at her: those blue marvels above him, like a better sky, seemed to side
+with courage and assuage his terror. At length, in a trembling, awed
+voice, and a half-whisper, he said, "Who are you?"
+
+"I am Nycteris," she answered.
+
+"You are a creature of the darkness, and love the night," he said, his
+fear beginning to move again.
+
+"I may be a creature of the darkness," she replied. "I hardly know what
+you mean. But I do not love the night. I love the day--with all my
+heart; and I sleep all the night long."
+
+"How can that be?" said Photogen, rising on his elbow, but dropping his
+head on her lap again the moment he saw the moon--"how can it be," he
+repeated, "when I see your eyes there wide-awake?"
+
+She only smiled and stroked him, for she did not understand him, and
+thought he did not know what he was saying.
+
+"Was it a dream, then?" resumed Photogen, rubbing his eyes. But with
+that his memory came clear, and he shuddered, and cried, "Oh, horrible!
+horrible! to be turned all at once into a coward!--a shameful,
+contemptible, disgraceful coward! I am ashamed--ashamed--and _so_
+frightened! It is all so frightful!"
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+IN LUCK.
+
+BY MRS. ZADEL B. GUSTAFSON.
+
+
+Lily De Koven was in luck. Luck, you know, is a word which stands for
+that which comes to you without your having done anything to get it for
+yourself; and as she had never done anything to bring about such
+results, I call it the good luck of little Lily De Koven that she had
+been born in a lovely home, to kind parents, and was growing up with all
+the most pleasant things of life around her. She had a little maid to
+braid her pretty yellow hair, lace her dainty boots, go up stairs and
+down stairs, or stay in her little lady's chamber dressing and making
+over the dresses of Lily's family of dolls.
+
+One day, when Lily was not very well, and was lying in bed propped up by
+the pillows, her maid came in with a new doll, larger and handsomer than
+all the others.
+
+Lily received the new doll calmly, for if it did not suit her she knew
+she could have another, so she had no cause for excitement. She looked
+it over carefully, touched the spring which made its eyes roll, drew off
+one of its tiny silk shoes and stockings, passed her hand over the lace
+train.
+
+"I'll keep it," said Lily; "and now you bring me the whole family."
+
+When all her dolls, little and big--all of them had been handsome in
+their day, but some of them were a little the worse for wear--were laid
+on the bed, she put the new one, with curling yellow hair almost exactly
+like her own, on the pillow beside her, and took up the others one by
+one.
+
+"You can throw this one away," she said at last, holding out one which
+had a broken arm, and was leaking sawdust at the elbow; "I don't want
+but twelve children, anyway."
+
+When her maid went out, Lily looked at her new doll, touched its hair
+and rich costume, but there was not any wonder in it for her; there had
+never been a time when she had not had as pretty dolls as money could
+buy; so Lily sighed and fell asleep almost immediately. Now Lily's maid
+left the disgraced doll on a chair in the kitchen, and there Mary the
+cook found it. It had on a pretty muslin dress and sash, and nice
+embroidered underwear, just like any fashionable young lady. It was
+Christmas week, and Mary had bought a doll to give to her little niece
+on Christmas-day, and seeing at once what a treasure this costume would
+be, she took it off, did it up as fresh as new, and made the doll she
+had bought look quite like a princess in it. So the old broken-armed
+doll had not a rag left of its former glory. But luck sometimes comes
+even to dolls.
+
+Three days later, early in the cold morning, a little girl stood
+ankle-deep in the new-fallen snow in front of the grand house where Lily
+De Koven with her twelve waxen children lived.
+
+This little girl was Biddy O'Dolan, and Biddy O'Dolan was in luck on
+this cold morning.
+
+She had on nothing that you would call clothes; she had on _duds_. She
+had no parents and no home. She had some straw in a cellar, where other
+children who wore duds slept at night on other bunches of straw. She was
+a rag-picker and an ash girl, and sometimes was very hungry, and
+sometimes was beaten by other poor hungry wretches, who, because they
+were miserable, wanted to hurt somebody--not knowing any better--and so
+beat Biddy O'Dolan because there was no one to interfere. In spite of
+all these things, Biddy was sometimes merry, which I think is wonderful.
+
+[Illustration: "BIDDY HELD IT OUT IN A KIND OF STUPEFIED DELIGHT."]
+
+On this cold morning, in front of the wide stone steps of Lily De
+Koven's home, Biddy had found an ash can, and, poking over the ashes,
+had found and pulled out the very broken-armed doll which Lily had
+ordered to be thrown away, which Mary the cook had stripped of its fine
+robes, and which had last of all been swept up and put in the ash
+barrel, and so had come to the lowest possible condition of a once rich
+doll. Biddy held it out, and looked straight before her for a moment,
+at nothing in particular, in a kind of stupefied delight; for a doll,
+even such a doll as this, had never been in her little cramped, purple
+hands before. Then suddenly she tucked it in her breast, drew her dingy
+sacque around it tight, caught up her rag bag, and with a scared glance
+at the windows of Lily's fine home, she ran down the street.
+
+Her heart beat so that it was like a little hammer striking quick blows
+against the breast of the doll. Biddy had never had anything to love,
+and from the moment she had got this doll hidden in her bosom she loved
+it, and I think she was in good luck to have found something which could
+bring her this dear feeling. And as for the doll, in its proudest days
+it had never been loved, and now, when forlorn and cast out, it had
+found a warm heart, and had come, if it could only have known it, into
+the best luck of its whole life.
+
+I should like to tell you the whole story of Biddy O'Dolan--of what she
+did for the doll, and what the doll did for her; but to-day I want to
+call your attention to something else, and if you will heed my wish, I
+will heed yours, and soon tell you the rest of Biddy's story.
+
+The good things that come to us have a way--which you will notice if you
+are observant--of seeming to connect themselves together in a circle of
+sweet thoughts and hopes, just as our friends might join hands and make
+a ring around us.
+
+It was so with Biddy that day. As she ran on with her doll she was
+constantly thinking of something which she had hardly thought of since
+it had happened two years before. It was this: Biddy had been run over
+by a horse and cart, and carried, much hurt, to one of the New York
+hospitals for children. There she had been tenderly cared for, which was
+a great mystery to Biddy, and on Christmas morning she had waked up to
+find beautiful fresh Christmas greens on the wall at the foot of her
+little cot and around the window, and a lady standing in this window,
+while a little girl held out to Biddy a bunch of flowers that smelled as
+sweet as a whole summer garden.
+
+Biddy had not understood the meaning of these things; she had only
+wearily noticed that the little girl was pretty, and not at all like
+her, and that the flowers and greens were "jolly." That day, when she
+fled with her doll, she thought of the hospital; and though she did not
+understand any better than before why there should be such great
+difference in the lives of little children, she for the first time felt
+that the lady and her little girl had been kind, had been sorry for her.
+So you _see_ that even after so long a time as a whole year, a little
+seed of kindness may sprout in the heart; and don't you think, dear
+children of New York, you who have every day the good luck of health,
+happy homes, and pleasant things, that it would be delightful to bring
+just one taste of such luck to the little ones in the New York
+hospitals? Would you not like to blessedly surprise them on next
+Christmas morning? You know the best hospital in the world can not be
+like home with father and mother in it. But if you want to make the
+hospitals seem almost like home to the little children for a whole happy
+day, you can not begin too soon to look over all your little treasures,
+and choose all you can part with. You all have cast-off toys,
+story-books that have been read through, and boxes full of odds and
+ends, and it takes very little to brighten the face of a poor sick child
+lying alone in a hospital cot. A single pretty picture-card will do it.
+Then, too, you can save your pennies and dimes, so that before Christmas
+comes you can go into the stores and buy some of the books and
+playthings that children like best; and all of you who can must tie on
+your warm hoods and scamper away into the woods after the lovely
+prince's-pine and scarlet berries. All the pretty things you can gather
+to make bright the place where these other children stay will make your
+own Christmas one of the merriest you ever knew, for when you are
+pulling out the "goodies" from your plump bunchy stockings at home, you
+will like to think of so many other little eyes and hands and hearts
+brimful of the Christmas happiness which you have made.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]
+
+
+Our young correspondents ask us for so many things that it would be
+impossible to gratify them all at once. Their requests are carefully
+filed, however, and will not be forgotten.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hattie V., Cincinnati, writes:
+
+     I have a little brother eight years old, who has a great wish to
+     learn to play the violin. The other night he said to papa, "I wish
+     I was a king." "Why?" asked papa. "Because a king has so much
+     money, I would choose a man who had plenty of sense to rule, while
+     I played the fiddle." Papa gets _Harper's Young People_ for him,
+     and is going to have it bound.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Minnie B., of Wisconsin, says:
+
+     I am a constant reader of _Young People_, especially the
+     "Post-Office." I think that game called "Wiggles" is splendid fun,
+     for I like to draw.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The following is from Lilian, of Louisville:
+
+     My papa gets _Harper's Young People_ for us, and we like it very
+     much. My mamma longed for something nice for us to read, and she
+     thinks this is the very thing. She says it is healthful reading for
+     her three little girls, and she is as glad to welcome it for us as
+     the _Bazar_ for herself.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Answers to "Inquisitive Jim" are received from Charles W. L., and F. B.
+Hesse (both aged eleven years), who give correct information concerning
+the establishment of the Bank of England, and from C. W. Gibbons, who
+writes a full description of this celebrated institution, which we are
+compelled to condense: The Bank of England was first suggested by
+William Paterson, a London merchant, and was incorporated under its
+present name in 1694, during the reign of William and Mary. The business
+of the bank was conducted at Grocers' Hall until 1732, when the house
+and garden of Sir John Houblon, its first governor, were purchased as a
+site for the present building, which, although not imposing as a whole,
+contains some handsome architecture based on ancient models. The
+principal entrance of the bank is on Threadneedle Street, but why it is
+irreverently called "the Old Lady" I do not know. Can any one tell me?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+EDWIN K.--"General" is the highest rank in the United States army. It
+was created in July, 1866, and bestowed upon General Grant, who had for
+two years previous held the position of Lieutenant-General. When General
+Grant resigned his position on being elected President of the United
+States, Sherman became General, and Sheridan Lieutenant-General.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"SCHOOL-BOY."--Cape Trafalgar derives its name from
+_Taral-al-ghar_--signifying "promontory of the cave"--the appellation
+given it by the ancient Moors.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ROBERT N.--You will find the information you desire in the "Post-Office"
+of our sixth number.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HARRY L. G.--"American Club Skates" are the most popular at present
+among boys, as they require neither straps nor heel plate, and fit very
+firmly to the foot.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+DORSEY COATE.--The directions for keeping gold-fish, given in _Harper's
+Young People_, No. 6, will apply to your "common fish."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+RALPH.--General George Washington was born in a modest mansion near the
+Potomac, half way between Pope's and Bridge's creeks, Westmoreland
+County, Virginia. Of this mansion nothing now remains but a few
+scattered ruins. It was destroyed by fire while Washington was still
+very young, and his father removed to a country residence in Stafford
+County, near Fredericksburg.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+FRANKIE H.--We would very gladly help you and your sister "to be
+industrious," but have not room enough in the "Post-Office" to describe
+many things. We refer your sister to directions for pretty needle-work
+in _Young People_, Nos. 2 and 5, also to suggestions for Lulu W., in
+this column. You will say those are all for girls. Now boys can make
+many pretty things with a scroll saw, such as frames, brackets, and
+boxes, all suitable for Christmas.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LULU W. can arrange her cards of pressed seaweed prettily by taking two
+good-sized scallop shells, and fastening the shells and cards together
+with a bow of ribbon at the back. By using blank cards a pretty
+autograph album may be also made. It is easy to drill holes in the
+shells through which to pass the ribbon, and they may be ornamented with
+paintings or pictures pasted on.
+
+  A. P.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Postage-stamp Case for Lulu W. Take a piece of perforated card-board
+about two inches and a half square, work an initial or any little figure
+on one side, on the other side "Stamps" in small letters. Line the
+pieces with bright-colored silk, and bind three sides together with
+ribbon. It can be made more ornamental by putting tiny bows at the
+corners.
+
+  L. B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+H. W. and AMELIA F.--Your suggestions to Susie H. C. are good, but not
+new enough to print. Thanks for your pleasant letters.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We acknowledge the receipt of a prettily written letter from Robert S.,
+St. Johns, Michigan, and answers to puzzles from Gussie L., Robert N.,
+Grace A. McG., William C. R., Heywood C., F. B. Hesse, Addie A. B.,
+C. M. J., Edwin Van R., Joseph S. G., Martha W. D., Bertie McJ., Charles
+E. L., and C. F. D.
+
+
+
+
+THE SNOW-FLOWER.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+In California, the land of wonders, is found a wonderful plant. The
+traveller who is exploring the Yosemite region in June will find
+lingering patches of snow and ice amongst the cliffs, and there he may
+be fortunate enough to see this astonishing production rising fresh and
+superb beside its icy bed. It springs from the edges of the snow-banks,
+growing ten or fifteen inches high, and is called in common phrase the
+"snow-flower," from its location, not its coloring, for it is blood-red,
+of the richest crimson carmine, buds, flowers, stems, leaves, and
+sheathing bulb all of the same ensanguined hue. The flowers are
+thickish, something like the pyrola, and its manner of growth resembles
+the hyacinth, with bell-shaped flowers clustering along the upper part
+of the stem, and erect, pointed leaves. This plant is mentioned by Mr.
+Brace in his book on California, and specimens have been sent to the
+North, but they are generally in very poor condition when they arrive.
+
+As the years slip by, no doubt many of the now quite youthful readers of
+this paper will find themselves sauntering among the snow-crowned cliffs
+of the Yosemite, and to them, perhaps, the crimson banner of the
+snow-flower will be unfurled. They may then like to remember that its
+botanical name is _Sarcodes sanguinea_.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SPOON-FACES.
+
+  When they're bright and shining
+  Like the summer moons,
+  Two queer faces look at you
+  From the silver spoons.
+  One is very long, and one
+  Broad as it can be,
+  And both of them are grewsome things,
+  As ever you did see.
+
+  Then careful be, young people,
+  And do not whine or frown,
+  Lest some day you discover
+  Your chin's a-growing down.
+  Nor must you giggle all the time
+  As though you were but loons;
+  We want no _children's_ faces
+  Like those in silver spoons.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=The Largest Tree in the World.=--In San Francisco, encircled by a circus
+tent of ample dimensions, is a section of the largest tree in the
+world--exceeding the diameter of the famous tree of Calaveras by five
+feet. This monster of the vegetable kingdom was discovered in 1874, on
+Tule River, Tulare County, about seventy-five miles from Visalia. At
+some remote period its top had been broken off by the elements or some
+unknown forces, yet when it was discovered it had an elevation of 240
+feet. The trunk of the tree was 111 feet in circumference, with a
+diameter of 35 feet 4 inches. The section on exhibition is hollowed out,
+leaving about a foot of bark and several inches of the wood. The
+interior is 100 feet in circumference and 30 feet in diameter, and it
+has a seating capacity of about 200. It was cut off from the tree about
+12 feet above the base, and required the labor of four men for nine days
+to chop it down. In the centre of the tree, and extending through its
+whole length, was a rotten core about two feet in diameter, partially
+filled with a soggy, decayed vegetation that had fallen into it from the
+top. In the centre of this cavity was found the trunk of a little tree
+of the same species, having perfect bark on it, and showing regular
+growth. It was of uniform diameter, an inch and a half all the way; and
+when the tree fell and split open, this curious stem was traced for
+nearly 100 feet. The rings in this monarch of the forest show its age to
+have been 4840 years.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=Sweet Scents.=--Perfumes were used in the early times of the Chinese
+Empire, when ladies had a habit of rubbing in their hands a round ball
+made of a mixture of amber, musk, and sweet-scented flowers. The Jews,
+who were also devoted to sweet scents, used them in their sacrifices,
+and also to anoint themselves before their repasts. The Scythian ladies
+went a step farther, and after pounding on a stone cedar, cypress, and
+incense, made up the ingredients thus obtained into a thick paste, with
+which they smeared their faces and limbs. The composition emitted for a
+long time a pleasing odor, and on the following day gave to the skin a
+soft and shining appearance. The Greeks carried sachets of scent in
+their dresses, and filled their dining-rooms with fumes and incense.
+Even their wines were often impregnated with decoctions of flowers. The
+Athenians anointed pigeons with liquid perfume, and let them fly loose
+about a room, scattering the drops over the guests.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE MOTHER SINGS SOFTLY TO HERSELF:
+
+
+  Play, baby, in thy cradle play--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+        And quick goes time, quick, quick!
+  Grow, baby, grow, with every day--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+  And babyhood will pass away,
+        For quick goes time, quick, quick!
+
+  Not long can mother watch thee so--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+        And quick goes time, quick, quick!
+  To pretty girlhood thou wilt grow--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+  To womanhood, before we know,
+        For quick goes time, quick, quick!
+
+  Play, baby, in thy cradle play--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+        And quick goes time, quick, quick!
+  And some brave lad will come some day--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+  And steal my baby's heart away:
+        Ah, quick goes time, quick, quick!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Charley Bangs is a nice boy, but it was not right of him to take his big
+dog Towser to school when he heard the teacher was going to give him a
+flogging-- And then to say he was afraid to send the dog home because it
+was so vicious, and might turn on him, and bite him!
+
+
+
+
+_TO THE READERS OF_ HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A CHRISTMAS GREETING.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The publishers of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE congratulate their readers on
+the approach of the merry holiday season, and take pleasure in
+announcing the enlargement of this journal to sixteen pages, beginning
+with the Christmas number, which will be published December 23.
+
+This change will enable the publishers to give their young readers every
+week an increased variety of stories, poems, sketches, and other
+attractive reading, from the best writers that can be secured. The
+publishers will also avail themselves of this occasion to present
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE to their subscribers in new and enlarged type,
+which will greatly add to the beauty and attractiveness of its
+appearance.
+
+No pains or expense will be spared to make HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE the
+most entertaining, instructive, high-toned, and popular weekly paper for
+the youthful readers of America.
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at
+the following rates:
+
+  _Single Copies_                   $0.04
+  ONE _Subscription, one year_       1.50
+  FIVE _Subscriptions,_  "           7.00
+
+_Payable in advance. Postage free._
+
+Subscriptions may begin with any number. When no time is specified, it
+will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the
+number issued after the receipt of order.
+
+Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER, or DRAFT, to
+avoid risk of loss.
+
+Address
+
+  HARPER & BROTHERS,
+  Franklin Square, New York.
+
+
+
+
+A LIBERAL OFFER FOR 1880 ONLY.
+
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE _and_ HARPER'S WEEKLY _will be sent to any address
+for one year, commencing with the first number of_ HARPER'S WEEKLY _for
+January, 1880, on receipt of $5.00 for the two Periodicals_.
+
+
+
+
+
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+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#ONE_TOUCH_OF_NATURE"><b>ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_POCKET_BLOW-PIPE"><b>THE POCKET BLOW-PIPE.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_BRAVE_SWISS_BOY"><b>THE BRAVE SWISS BOY.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_WEASEL_AND_THE_FROGS"><b>THE WEASEL AND THE FROGS.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_HISTORY_OF_PHOTOGEN_AND_NYCTERIS"><b>THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#IN_LUCK"><b>IN LUCK.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"><b>OUR POST-OFFICE BOX</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_SNOW-FLOWER"><b>THE SNOW-FLOWER.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#SPOON-FACES"><b>SPOON-FACES.</b></a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'><a href="#THE_MOTHER_SINGS_SOFTLY_TO_HERSELF"><b>THE MOTHER SINGS SOFTLY TO HERSELF:</b></a></td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;">
+<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="380" alt="Banner: Harper&#39;s Young People" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<hr style='width: 100%;' />
+
+<div class='center'>
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary="">
+<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. I.&mdash;<span class="smcap">No</span>. 7.</td><td align='center'><span class="smcap">Published by HARPER &amp; BROTHERS. New York</span>.</td><td align='right'><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align='left'>Tuesday, December 16, 1879.</td><td align='center'>Copyright, 1879, by <span class="smcap">Harper &amp; Brothers</span>.</td><td align='right'>$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 100%;' />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;"><a name="ONE_TOUCH_OF_NATURE" id="ONE_TOUCH_OF_NATURE"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="441" height="600" alt="&quot;AIN&#39;T THEY LOVELY? AND ARE THEY ALL REALLY YOURS?&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;AIN&#39;T THEY LOVELY? AND ARE THEY ALL REALLY YOURS?&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<h2>ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. W.&nbsp;J. HAYS,</h3>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Author of "The Princess Idleways</span>."</h4>
+
+<p>Mrs. Douglas was looking over her shopping list, and Lily Douglas was
+looking over her mother's shoulder. The Christmas Charity Fair was so
+soon to be held that Mrs. Douglas had a world of business to attend to,
+for of course her table must be full of pretty things suitable for the
+season. She was going out this morning to finish all her purchases, and
+Lily had been promised a corner of the carriage if she would be as quiet
+as she knew how to be, and not take cold. This was joyfully acceded to,
+for with all the glories of the shops to look at, could she not be
+still? and with her new velvet cloak and warm furs, how could she take
+cold?</p>
+
+<p>So she bounced into the brougham after her mother, and curled herself
+into the smallest possible space, that there might be room for all the
+packages. Such smiling brown eyes under sweeping lashes looked up at the
+sky as she wished for snow, and so warm a little heart beat under the
+velvet and furs as the brougham rolled down the street, that more than
+one passer-by gave her smiles in return. They had not long been out when
+the snow came indeed, as if just to oblige the little maiden; first in a
+sulky, slow way, then taking a start as if it were in earnest, down came
+the feathery flakes.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, mamma," she cried, "aren't you glad? Just look at the lovely,
+lovely snow!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said mamma, abstractedly, reading off her list; "one dozen
+decorated candles; three screens, gilt; six lace tidies; fifteen yards
+blue ribbon; dolls&mdash;oh, Lily, I have forgotten the dolls, and I must
+have them in time to dress them. Knock on the window, and tell Patrick
+to turn down town again; but I am afraid the snow will be deep before we
+can get home."</p>
+
+<p>"So much the better, mamma," exclaimed Lily. "Oh, I <i>am</i> so glad it has
+come!"</p>
+
+<p>Mamma smiled back at her little girl's radiant look, as she said, "What
+will all the little poor children do?"</p>
+
+<p>"Do?" answered Lily; "why, they will sweep the walks&mdash;look! there they
+are now. What fun! I wish I had a broom, and a tin cup for pennies."</p>
+
+<p>Mamma could have preached a little, but she refrained. She did not even
+venture to call to Lily's notice the pinched and blue noses and the
+chapped hands of the little army of sweepers which had so suddenly
+appeared.</p>
+
+<p>The brougham stopped at her signal, and Mrs. Douglas went into an
+immense toy-shop, while Lily watched the movements of a little girl who
+had attracted her. The child was thin and pale; an old ragged sacque was
+her only outer garment, and the sleeves were so short that half her arms
+were exposed; on her head was an old untrimmed straw hat; on her feet
+shoes large enough for a woman; a faded bit of cotton cloth was twisted
+about her neck; in her hand was a broom, made of a bundle of sticks,
+such as street-sweepers use. She would make a hasty dash at the snow,
+and then, as if struggling between duty and pleasure, would rush from
+her sweeping to the shop window, and gaze with an eager and fascinated
+intentness at the toys within. Lily looked at her until she became
+tired; then, impatient of restraint,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> she jumped out of the carriage,
+and went into the shop after her mother; but Mrs. Douglas was down at
+the end of the counter, surrounded by people, and in front of Lily, near
+the door, was a basket of dolls gazing up at her with bewitchingly
+inviting glances. She began to name them&mdash;Jessie, Matilda, Clarissa,
+Marguerite, Cleopatra&mdash;no, she concluded, she wouldn't have Cleopatra.
+What should this other darling be named?&mdash;Rosamond.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you think Rosamond a pretty name?" said a timid little voice near
+her. It came from the girl she had watched from the carriage window.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, not very," answered Lily; "but you see I have such a large family
+that I don't know what to call them all. What name do you like best?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I like almost anything&mdash;something short and sweet for such
+beauties. Ain't they lovely? and are they all really yours?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm playing they are mine, and that I keep an orphan asylum. Don't you
+want to be a nurse?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, if you'd let me!&mdash;but I'm too dirty."</p>
+
+<p>"No matter for that. See how the darlings smile at you. I mean to ask
+mamma to buy them all. See, I can get one in my muff: she goes in
+beautifully."</p>
+
+<p>"So she does; but I like the one that's asleep best. She's awful
+cunning. Have they any teeth, and real hair?"</p>
+
+<p>"They are just cutting their teeth, and that's the reason I want a good
+nurse; they are so troublesome. They haven't much hair, just a little
+bang under their caps."</p>
+
+<p>"A little what?"</p>
+
+<p>"Their hair is banged like mine&mdash;don't you see?&mdash;out short right across
+their foreheads, so it don't come in their eyes: that is Charles the
+First style&mdash;so my aunt Tilly says."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, how I wish I had just one doll!"</p>
+
+<p>"Haven't you one?"</p>
+
+<p>"No; she's worn out. She was only rags to begin with, and now she's
+nothing, since Pete Smith tossed her in the mud-puddle."</p>
+
+<p>"That was just as hateful as it could be."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. I cried all night&mdash;more than I did when father died, because, you
+see, he never did nothing but tell me to get out of the way, and go and
+earn money for him to spend in drink. But my dolly used to love me, and
+I loved her, and I always had her with me at night, and I told her
+stories, and played she was a queen."</p>
+
+<p>"A queen! how funny!"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't think so. Every ribbon I could get I dressed her in it, and
+once I found some beads which looked just like the things you see at the
+jewellers', and I put them on her, and she was grand; but Pete Smith
+took them off when he chucked her into the mud, and now she's good for
+nothing."</p>
+
+<p>"Little girl, what are you doing here?" suddenly said a stern voice, and
+Lily's acquaintance shot like an arrow from a bow, and began plying
+vigorously her broom. Mrs. Douglas, too, came up at that moment, and
+pricing the dolls, ordered them to be sent to her.</p>
+
+<p>"Mamma," said Lily, softly, "may I have just this one?"&mdash;showing her
+muff, into which she had stuffed the coveted article.</p>
+
+<p>"Lily dear, you don't want any more dolls, surely."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, mamma, just this one."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, take it, child, though I really think it is foolish, when you
+have so many."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Douglas got into her carriage again, and Lily jumped in too. The
+little sweeper looked wistfully after them; but the snow was becoming
+more and more in the way of pedestrians, and she had to work hard to
+clear the crossing.</p>
+
+<p>A few days after this the Fair was opened, and Mrs. Douglas, at Lily's
+request, placed the basket of dolls, which now were glittering in pink
+and blue gauze, in the very centre of her table. Every day Lily went
+with her mother to the Fair, but never without the one doll, her
+mother's latest gift, in her arms. Out of all her stock of clothing she
+had dressed it in the very prettiest little frock she could find, and
+wrapped it in a merino cloak. It was noticed that whenever she was in
+the street she seemed to be looking for some one, and every time the
+carriage went down town Lily insisted upon going too.</p>
+
+<p>One morning, to her aunt Tilly's surprise, as they rolled through the
+still snow-covered streets, Lily shrieked out, "Oh, there she is! there
+she is! Please, Aunt Tilly, let me get out."</p>
+
+<p>Her aunt being good-natured, and supposing that the child saw one of her
+companions, stopped the brougham, and away Lily ran. To the aunt's
+horror, she saw Lily rush up to a dirty poor little creature sweeping
+the crossing. Taking the doll she so faithfully carried every day out of
+her arms, she put it in the little street-sweeper's ready embrace with a
+most affectionate manner.</p>
+
+<p>"There," she said, "I have been watching for you every day, and I have
+dressed this dear thing all for you; and don't you let Pete Smith throw
+<i>her</i> in the mud-puddle."</p>
+
+<p>The little sweeper gazed at her as if she were an angel of light, hardly
+daring to touch the infant beauty committed to her care.</p>
+
+<p>"And now," said Lily, dragging the girl up to the carriage door, for the
+child was abashed and reluctant, "you shall come to the Fair, and see
+our other beauties: come. <i>Please</i> let her, Aunt Tilly; she never has
+seen anything so lovely before."</p>
+
+<p>How could Aunt Tilly refuse? Side by side with the velvet and furs were
+the poor tattered garments of the little sweeper. Side by side were the
+two child faces, one so rosy and radiant, the other so pale and
+care-worn; and the brougham rolled them both to the Fair.</p>
+
+<p>Exultingly Lily took the child up to her mother's table, proudly
+pointing out all its wonderful wealth; but when they both bent over the
+basket of dolls that they had played with at the shop door that wintry
+morning, and both little pairs of eyes sparkled to behold the increased
+beauty of their charms, they forgot everything else, and touchingly
+discussed the merits of each dear doll as if they had been two little
+mothers in a nursery.</p>
+
+<p>A passer-by said to Mrs. Douglas, as he noticed the contrast in the
+children's appearance, "'One touch of nature makes the whole world
+kin.'"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," nodded Mrs. Douglas, in reply; and she resolved that Lily's
+little acquaintance should have not only a doll, but plenty of good warm
+clothing, and herself for a friend.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_POCKET_BLOW-PIPE" id="THE_POCKET_BLOW-PIPE"></a>THE POCKET BLOW-PIPE.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY WILLIAM BLAIKIE,</h3>
+
+<h4><span class="smcap">Author of "How to Get Strong, and How to Stay so."</span></h4>
+
+<p>Stand erect, with the chin turned a little up. Draw through the nose all
+the air you can, till your chest is brimful. Now place in the mouth a
+piece of clay pipe stem, say an inch long, and blow through it as long
+and hard as you can, as if you were trying to blow out a flame.</p>
+
+<p>Well, what does this do? Try a few whiffs, and see. If not used to it,
+at first it may make you feel dull, perhaps dizzy. But this soon wears
+off, and you find that a few minutes of this lung-filling now and then
+through the day is working wonders. The chest seems to be actually
+growing larger; and it really is, for you are stretching out every
+corner of it. But the heart and stomach&mdash;indeed, about all the vital
+organs&mdash;feel the new pressure, and better digestion, brisker
+circulation, and a warmer and very comfortable feeling over the whole
+body are among the results. M&mdash;&mdash;, an oil-broker in New York, says that
+at thirty-six he had a weak voice, stood slouched over and inerect, was
+troubled with catarrh, and knew too well what it was to have the stomach
+and bowels work imperfectly. Most people can not inflate the chest so as
+to increase its girth over two inches. By steady practice at his little
+pipe, he in about a year got so that he could inflate five whole inches.
+But now his chest is noticeably round and full, and he is as straight a
+man as any in a dozen. His weak voice has gone; indeed, he says he has
+the strongest voice of any in a choir in which he now sings. The catarrh
+has left, while his stomach is simply doing nobly. The fuller veins in
+his hands and the swifter reaction when he bathes tell that his
+circulation is also stronger and quicker than formerly, while he has a
+general health and buoyancy to which he had long been a stranger. These
+are surely wonderful changes in a man of his age, and in that brief
+time, and each change is plainly for the better. Not only do his friends
+remark it, but he delights in telling all who will listen. A lady
+friend, following his example, found her angular shoulders and
+indifferent chest fast improving in a way most gratifying. A friend, at
+our suggestion&mdash;one of the fastest half-mile runners in America,
+by-the-way&mdash;tried the pipe. In five weeks of faithful practice he so
+enlarged his chest that when his lungs were full he could scarcely
+button his vest. He says that in severe running he finds his throat and
+bronchial tubes do not tire as easily as before, but are tough and equal
+to their work, and so help him to more sustained effort.</p>
+
+<p>Though all the results of this deep breathing are not known, it can
+hardly fail to bring great good to many of us in-door people, who most
+of the day never half fill our lungs, and at all events it is very easy
+to try. Any ivory-worker will for a dime turn you a pipe of bone or
+ivory an inch long, three-eighths thick, and with a hole through it a
+sixteenth of an inch in diameter, with the sides fluted so that your
+teeth may hold it, and prevent you from swallowing it. This, too, can be
+readily carried in the pocket. Try it.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h4><a name="THE_BRAVE_SWISS_BOY" id="THE_BRAVE_SWISS_BOY"></a>[Begun in No. 1 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, Nov. 4.]</h4>
+
+<h2>THE BRAVE SWISS BOY.</h2>
+
+<h3><i>VI.&mdash;ON THE TRACK.</i></h3>
+
+<p>The night passed slowly away. Just as Sol was pouring his earliest
+morning rays into the little room where Walter had lain unconsciously
+for so many hours, the sleeper awoke, rubbed his eyes, and called aloud
+for his companion, but, to his surprise, received no answer. He was
+astonished to find that he had gone to bed without taking off his
+clothes, but he suspected nothing until he saw that Seppi was not in the
+room, and at the same moment missed the belt from his waist and the
+papers from his pockets. When the whole extent of the calamity flashed
+upon him, he felt completely overwhelmed. A cold perspiration started to
+his face; he trembled in every limb, and but for the support of the bed,
+would have fallen on the floor. "Merciful powers!" he exclaimed, when he
+recovered his speech, "can it be possible that Seppi has robbed me and
+gone?"</p>
+
+<p>He rushed to the door, which he found was locked. After kicking at it
+with great violence for some time, he aroused the attention of Andr&eacute;,
+who came up, and, after opening the door, demanded the reason of such
+behavior.</p>
+
+<p>"Where is Seppi?" exclaimed Walter, paying no heed to his inquiries.
+"Tell me instantly what has become of him."</p>
+
+<p>"How should I know?" was the rough reply. "He left the inn before
+daybreak."</p>
+
+<p>Walter's fears were fully confirmed. He sank into a chair, and gave way
+to an outburst of indignation.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't trouble yourself about being left alone," said Andr&eacute;; "your
+friend told me last night that he would be sure to return to-morrow, and
+has given me orders to let you have everything you ask for."</p>
+
+<p>"You've seen the last of him," returned the youth. "He has robbed me,
+and has got safe away by this time. But I won't rest till I have hunted
+him down; and woe to him then!"</p>
+
+<p>He rushed to the door to carry out his purpose; but Andr&eacute; stopped him.
+"Oho, my fine fellow, that's what you're up to," said he. "I see now
+that your friend was right when he told me that you were not quite right
+in the upper story. You will please stay quietly here till to-morrow
+morning, and then you can make it all right with him yourself. You
+sha'n't stir out of this room till he comes back, so make up your mind
+for it."</p>
+
+<p>With these words the fellow quietly turned on his heel and left the
+room, and having locked the door, went down stairs again without paying
+further regard to Walter's indignant remonstrances.</p>
+
+<p>There being no possibility of escape by the door, Walter ran to the
+window, and looking out, saw that the window-sill was scarcely twenty
+feet from the ground, and that no one was visible outside.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> His plans
+were quickly formed. Tying the sheets together, he fastened one end to
+the window-frame, and lowered himself to the ground. But a new
+difficulty presented itself. Which direction should he take? While he
+thus stood for an instant in doubt, he heard a shout from the window
+overhead, and looking up, beheld Andr&eacute;, who by this time had brought his
+breakfast.</p>
+
+<p>"What game is this you're up to?" exclaimed the unwelcome custodian.
+"Stir a foot from there till I come, and it will be the worse for you."</p>
+
+<p>Paying no heed to this threat, Walter ran at the top of his speed toward
+the main road, and would perhaps have made good his escape had not a
+broad ditch barred his way, which he was in the act of crossing, when he
+slipped, and was overtaken by Andr&eacute;, who, after a struggle, managed to
+secure his charge.</p>
+
+<p>"I've got you again, my boy!" said his captor, triumphantly. "You might
+as well have paid attention to what I told you, for now you must march
+back again, and take up your quarters in the cellar, instead of having a
+comfortable room. I'll warrant you'll not get away again in a hurry."</p>
+
+<p>The unfortunate youth, half stunned with the events of the morning, and
+considerably bruised with the fall, was overpowered by the superior
+strength of his pursuer, and had to resign himself quietly to his fate.
+They had just got back to the inn, and were in the act of entering, when
+the sound of wheels was heard; and on looking back, a post-chaise with
+four horses was seen rapidly approaching the inn.</p>
+
+<p>The carriage was open, and two young men reclined upon the soft
+cushions, while a handsome dog lay upon the front seat, and looked up
+with an intelligent glance at one of the gentlemen, who seemed to be its
+master.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us have some refreshment," said the gentleman to Andr&eacute;, who was
+somewhat taken aback by the unexpected arrival of travellers at that
+early hour. "Look sharp, my man! We must be in Paris in an hour, and
+have no time to lose."</p>
+
+<p>Forgetting his prisoner, Andr&eacute; hurried in to make the necessary
+preparations, while Walter, pale and breathless, leaned against the side
+of the door.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Seymour!" he suddenly exclaimed, on beholding one of the
+travellers. "Mr. Seymour! Pray assist me."</p>
+
+<p>The stranger leaped from the carriage and hastened toward the unhappy
+youth.</p>
+
+<p>"Can I believe my eyes?&mdash;Watty!" he exclaimed&mdash;"Watty, from the Bernese
+Oberland! Look here, Lafond; this is the boy that got me the young
+vultures from the Engelhorn, the narrative of whose courage you admired
+so much. But what are you doing here, my boy? And what is the meaning of
+all this distress?"</p>
+
+<p>"I have been robbed of a large sum of money here, and the thief has
+escaped with it. I was going in pursuit of him&mdash;"</p>
+
+<p>"Don't believe a word of what he says, Sir," interrupted Andr&eacute;, who at
+that moment issued from the inn. "The poor fellow is not right in his
+mind. His companion told me so, and I am going to take care of him till
+he comes back. He'll be here to-morrow."</p>
+
+<p>"Fool!" exclaimed Mr. Seymour, angrily, "this young man is an old
+acquaintance of mine. Don't you dare to lay hands on him, or you shall
+suffer for it! And now, Walter, tell me the whole story as quickly as
+you can."</p>
+
+<p>The young man related all that had happened since his arrival in Paris.</p>
+
+<p>"It's a bad affair, my good fellow," said Mr. Seymour, shaking his head
+and shrugging his shoulders thoughtfully. "Your companion has most
+likely travelled all night, and it will be hard work to find out which
+way he has gone. But never mind; we must try what can be done. Come with
+us to Paris, and I will get the police to make instant search for the
+thief. But in the first place," he continued, turning to Andr&eacute;, who
+looked on in sullen astonishment, "let us have something to eat; and
+then we'll be off to Paris, where the scoundrel is most likely hiding
+himself."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Seymour's companion, a pale and delicate-looking man, had listened
+in silence to all that had passed, but while they were partaking of the
+refreshment that had been hastily prepared, he joined in the
+conversation.</p>
+
+<p>"My dear Seymour," said he, "I think I know a better plan to get on the
+track of this swindler than if we had the help of all the policemen of
+Paris."</p>
+
+<p>"Name it," returned his friend.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you know the St. Bernard dogs are the best in the world for
+following up a scent; and as Hector is a capital specimen of the breed,
+I think we can not do better than set him on the track."</p>
+
+<p>"But the dog doesn't know him, so how can he trace him?"</p>
+
+<p>"The fellow has perhaps left something behind him in his hurry; if so,
+then let Hector get his nose to it, and I'll wager anything that he'll
+follow him up even if he is fifty miles off."</p>
+
+<p>"That's a capital idea," assented Mr. Seymour, delighted at the prospect
+of serving his young friend. "Hector knows that we're speaking about
+him. See how knowing he looks! Run, Walter, and see if your precious
+companion has left anything behind him."</p>
+
+<p>Accompanied by Andr&eacute;, who began to perceive that Seppi had cheated him,
+Walter sped up stairs to the room in which he had slept, and soon
+returned in triumph.</p>
+
+<p>"He has left some of his clothes," exclaimed the now excited youth.
+"They are worthless things; and certainly no loss to him, after getting
+possession of all that money."</p>
+
+<p>"Not so worthless after all," signified Mr. Seymour. "Who knows but we
+may find this bundle worth fifty thousand francs to you, Walter, or
+rather to Mr. Frieshardt? Lay it down here. Now then, Hector, take a
+good sniff."</p>
+
+<p>The hound jumped from the carriage, smelled the bundle all round, then
+looked up at his master in an intelligent way, and gave a short deep
+bark.</p>
+
+<p>"Hector will be on the track immediately," was the assurance given by
+Mr. Lafond. "Find&mdash;lost&mdash;find, my fine fellow!" he exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>The animal thoroughly understood its master's wish, and ran round the
+inn with its nose close to the ground. Suddenly it came to a stand,
+looked back, and gave another short bark, as if to say, "Here!"</p>
+
+<p>"Bravo, Hector!" exclaimed both the gentlemen, in delight. "Come and
+smell again. Good dog!"</p>
+
+<p>The dog sniffed the bundle once more, and after making another detour of
+the inn, stood still at the old spot.</p>
+
+<p>"He has got the scent now, without a doubt," said the stranger. "Keep up
+your heart, young man, and we'll get the money out of this scoundrel's
+clutches just as certain as you got the birds from the Engelhorn for my
+friend. Jump into the carriage. Follow the dog, postilion. Off with
+you!"</p>
+
+<p>The pursuit continued rapidly. The sharp-scented hound never showed the
+least doubt or wandering. On a few occasions it turned off into by-paths
+to the right or left, but always returned in a few seconds to the main
+road that led to Havre.</p>
+
+<p>The horses were changed two or three times, but the dog seemed as fresh
+as when the pursuit commenced. It was growing late in the afternoon; but
+although Hector continued to hold on as before, Mr. Lafond shook his
+head, and began to doubt whether they were on the right track after all.</p>
+
+<p>The two friends made a careful calculation of the time and distance, and
+Mr. Seymour also began to feel rather anxious. He stopped the carriage,
+called the dog back, and made him smell Seppi's bundle again, which they
+had taken care to bring with them. The dog gave the same short sharp
+bark as before, then turned round again, and continued the journey in
+the old direction.</p>
+
+<p>"I haven't the least doubt now," said Mr. Seymour, cheerfully. "We must
+be on the right track. Go on, postilion!"</p>
+
+<p>After the lapse of half an hour the dog stopped suddenly, threw its head
+up in the air, and sniffed all around in evident confusion; then, after
+making a slight detour with anxious speed, leaped across the ditch by
+the road-side. With a loud bark that seemed to express satisfaction, the
+intelligent creature made for a small clump of bushes at a little
+distance from the road, into which it disappeared.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> In the course of a
+minute or two the barking was renewed, but this time in a threatening
+tone.</p>
+
+<p>"We've got him!" exclaimed Mr. Seymour. "There's no doubt the fellow
+found he could get no farther, and has taken up his quarters in the
+cover yonder, to make up for the sleep he lost last night."</p>
+
+<p>"Let us go over there, then," said his companion, leaping from the
+carriage and across the ditch. "Hector is calling us, and is sure to be
+right."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="400" height="391" alt="&quot;PINNED TO THE EARTH BY THE SAGACIOUS ANIMAL.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;PINNED TO THE EARTH BY THE SAGACIOUS ANIMAL.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Mr. Seymour leaped the ditch, followed by Walter and one of the two
+postilions. Guided by the barking of the dog, they soon reached the
+thicket, and there found the man they were in quest of, pinned to the
+earth by the sagacious animal.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Seppi! Seppi!" exclaimed Walter, in astonishment and sorrow, "how
+could you be guilty of such an act as this!"</p>
+
+<p>The conscience-stricken man paled before the indignant youth.</p>
+
+<p>"I will give you back everything, and beg your pardon for all I've
+done," whined the wretched drover, "if you will only release me from
+this savage brute that has nearly been the death of me."</p>
+
+<p>At the call of his master the dog quitted his hold, and Seppi handed
+Walter the money-belt.</p>
+
+<p>Walter counted the notes and gold, and was glad to find the contents
+untouched. Seppi rose to his feet meanwhile, but stood looking to the
+ground in shame and fear.</p>
+
+<p>Walter, feeling compassion for him, begged that he might be let off; and
+Mr. Seymour consented.</p>
+
+<p>Seppi was overjoyed at being let off so easily. He had not dared to
+expect that Walter would have taken his part, and felt really thankful
+that his first great crime had not met with a severe and terrible
+punishment. With earnestness in his tone, he thanked his former
+companion, and with unaffected emotion assured him solemnly that he
+would never again stretch out his hand to that which did not belong to
+him.</p>
+
+<p>He kissed Walter's hand and moistened it with his tears, and was gone.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said Mr. Seymour, "I think we must set off toward Paris, if we
+are to get there to-night."</p>
+
+<p>After a long journey, the travellers reached the French metropolis; and
+Walter repaired with Mr. Seymour to one of the best hotels, where, in a
+soft and luxurious bed, he soon forgot the toil and anxiety of the day,
+and slept sounder than he had ever done in his life.</p>
+
+<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_WEASEL_AND_THE_FROGS" id="THE_WEASEL_AND_THE_FROGS"></a>THE WEASEL AND THE FROGS.</h2>
+
+<p>"I think the weasel is a mean, wicked murderer," said Harry, as he came
+rushing into his mother's room, his face flushed and his little fists
+clinched tight together: "My white rabbit lies all in a little dead heap
+in his house, and Mike, the gardener, says the weasel has killed him. He
+saw it prowling round the barn last night, and why he didn't set a trap
+and catch it I don't see."</p>
+
+<p>Mamma put aside her sewing, and went to comfort Harry, who began to cry
+bitterly for the loss of his pet.</p>
+
+<p>"Poor Bunny!" said mamma; "he should not have been left out when Mr.
+Weasel was around. But we will buy another Bunny, two Bunnies, a white
+one and a black one, and they shall have a nice little house in the
+wood-shed, where no weasel can find them."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 341px;">
+<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="341" height="400" alt="WEASEL AND FROGS&mdash;THE INTERRUPTED CONCERT." title="" />
+<span class="caption">WEASEL AND FROGS&mdash;THE INTERRUPTED CONCERT.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Harry brightened up at once at the prospect of having two Bunnies, while
+mamma said: "Now let us talk a little about the weasel. It is not so
+much to be blamed, after all, for killing Bunny, for it was born with
+the instinct to catch rabbits and squirrels, rats, mice, and many other
+small animals, as well as chickens and birds of all kinds. Weasels are
+very sly little beasts, although if captured when very young they can be
+tamed, and taught to eat out of their master's hand. If you will listen,
+and not cry any more, I will tell you what I saw and heard one summer
+afternoon over by the pond in the meadow. You know it is a very small
+pond, and that afternoon the water was so still that it looked like a
+glass eye in the midst of the great green meadow. I sat down on the bank
+to rest, and to watch the reflection of the bushes and tall
+water-grasses which overhung the pond. Suddenly the surface of the water
+was disturbed by a hundred circling ripples, in the centre of which
+appeared a small dark spot. As I watched, these dark spots became
+visible all over the pond. The sun was setting, and the beautiful summer
+twilight coming on, and it was so still it seemed as if Nature and all
+her pretty minstrels were fast asleep. All at once I heard a hoarse
+voice, which seemed at my very feet. 'Chu-lunk, chu-lunk, chu-lunk,' it
+said. It must have been the chorister calling his frog chorus together
+for their evening song, for in a moment a multitude of voices were
+answering from the long grasses, the bushes, the water&mdash;indeed, the
+whole neighborhood, a moment before so quiet, was alive with little frog
+people. They evidently had some cause of complaint against a very wicked
+person, as my little Harry has just now, for I distinctly heard one say,
+'Stole a rabbit, stole a rabbit;' while another answered, 'I saw him do
+it, I saw him do it.' Then the whole chorus burst out,'We'll pull him
+in, we'll pull him in.' 'Plump, plump, plump,' added one voice more
+revengeful than all the rest. I sat very still, waiting to see what was
+to be pulled plump into the water. I did not have long to wait, but I
+fancy things took a turn contrary to the one desired by the frog people.
+There was a sudden rustling in the bushes, a sharp, quick sound like the
+springing of a cat. The chorus was still in an instant, but the entire
+shore of the little pond was covered with rushing, springing, jumping
+frogs. Pell-mell they tumbled over each other in headlong race for the
+water, to escape their cruel enemy, which now appeared, and showed
+himself to be a slender little weasel. He darted here and there among
+the helpless frogs, which made no attempts to 'pull him in,' but bent
+their whole efforts toward self-preservation. At length, seizing a fat
+frog in his mouth, the weasel turned and disappeared noiselessly among
+the bushes. Peace reigned once more, but the little frog people had all
+jumped into the water, and not a voice was heard protesting or uttering
+farther threats."</p>
+
+<p>"And did the weasel get more than one poor little frog, mamma?" asked
+Harry.</p>
+
+<p>"No, he carried off only one frog," replied mamma; "but he killed
+several more, which he left lying dead in the grass. I dug a hole in the
+mud with a sharp stick and buried them, so that their companions should
+not find them when they ventured on shore again."</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said Harry, after thinking a few moments, "now I guess I'll go
+and bury my poor dead rabbit."</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h4><a name="THE_HISTORY_OF_PHOTOGEN_AND_NYCTERIS" id="THE_HISTORY_OF_PHOTOGEN_AND_NYCTERIS"></a>[Begun in No. 5 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, Dec. 2.]</h4>
+
+<h2>THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS.</h2>
+
+<h4>A Day and Night M&auml;hrchen.</h4>
+
+<h3>BY GEORGE MACDONALD.</h3>
+
+<h3>XI.&mdash;THE SUNSET.</h3>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 330px;">
+<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="330" height="400" alt="&quot;LIKE A SWIFT SHADOW IT SPED OVER THE GRASS.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;LIKE A SWIFT SHADOW IT SPED OVER THE GRASS.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>Knowing nothing of darkness, or stars, or moon, Photogen spent his days
+in hunting. On a great white horse he swept over the grassy plains,
+glorying in the sun, fighting the wind, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> killing the buffaloes. One
+morning, when he happened to be on the ground a little earlier than
+usual, and before his attendants, he caught sight of an animal unknown
+to him, stealing from a hollow into which the sun rays had not yet
+reached. Like a swift shadow it sped over the grass, slinking southward
+to the forest. He gave chase, noted the body of a buffalo it had half
+eaten, and pursued it the harder. But with great leaps and bounds the
+creature shot farther and farther ahead of him, and vanished. Turning,
+therefore, defeated, he met Fargu, who had been following him as fast as
+his horse could carry him.</p>
+
+<p>"What animal was that, Fargu?" he asked. "How he did run!"</p>
+
+<p>Fargu answered he might be a leopard, but he rather thought, from his
+pace and look, that he was a young lion.</p>
+
+<p>"What a coward he must be!" said Photogen.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't be too sure of that," rejoined Fargu. "He is one of the creatures
+the sun makes uncomfortable. As soon as the sun is down he will be brave
+enough."</p>
+
+<p>He had scarcely said it when he repented; nor did he regret it the less
+when he found that Photogen made no reply. But, alas! said was said.</p>
+
+<p>"Then," said Photogen to himself, "that contemptible beast is one of the
+terrors of sundown, of which Madam Watho spoke."</p>
+
+<p>He hunted all day, but not with his usual spirit. He did not ride so
+hard, and did not kill one buffalo. Fargu, to his dismay, observed also
+that he took every pretext for moving farther south, nearer to the
+forest. But all at once, the sun now sinking in the west, he seemed to
+change his mind, for he turned his horse's head, and rode home so fast
+that the rest could not keep him in sight. When they arrived, they found
+his horse in the stable, and concluded that he had gone into the castle.
+But he had, in truth, set out again by the back of it. Crossing the
+river a good way up the valley, he reascended to the ground they had
+left, and just before sunset reached the skirts of the forest.</p>
+
+<p>The level orb shone straight in between the bare stems, and saying to
+himself he could not fail to find the beast, he rushed into the wood.
+But even as he entered, he turned and looked to the west. The rim of the
+red sun was touching the horizon, all jagged with broken hills. "Now,"
+said Photogen, "we shall see;" but he said it in the face of a darkness
+he had not proved. The moment the sun began to sink among the spikes and
+saw-edges, with a kind of sudden flap at his heart, a fear inexplicable
+laid hold of the youth; and as he had never felt anything of the kind
+before, the very fear itself terrified him. As the sun sank, it rose
+like the shadow of the world, and grew deeper and darker. He could not
+even think what it might be, so utterly did it enfeeble him. When the
+last flaming cimeter-edge of the sun went out like a lamp, his horror
+seemed to blossom into very madness. Like the closing lids of an
+eye&mdash;for there was no twilight, and this night no moon&mdash;the terror and
+the darkness rushed together, and he knew them for one. He was no longer
+the man he had known, or rather thought himself. The courage he had had
+was in no sense his own; he had only had courage, not been courageous;
+it had left him, and he could scarcely stand&mdash;certainly not stand
+straight, for not one of his joints could he make stiff or keep from
+trembling. He was but a spark of the sun, in himself nothing.</p>
+
+<p>The beast was behind him&mdash;stealing upon him! He turned. All was dark in
+the wood, but to his fancy the darkness here and there broke into pairs
+of green eyes, and he had not the power even to raise his bow-hand from
+his side. In the strength of despair he strove to rouse courage enough,
+not to fight&mdash;that he did not even desire&mdash;but to run. Courage to flee
+home was all he could even imagine, and it would not come. But what he
+had not was ignominiously given him. A cry in the wood, half a screech,
+half a growl, sent him running like a boar-wounded cur. It was not even
+himself that ran, it was the fear that had come alive in his legs: he
+did not know that they moved. But as he ran he grew able to run&mdash;gained
+courage at least to be a coward. The stars gave a little light. Over the
+grass he sped, and nothing followed him. "How fallen, how changed," from
+the youth who had climbed the hill as the sun went down! A mere contempt
+of himself, the self that contemned was a coward with the self it
+contemned! There lay the shapeless black of a buffalo, humped upon the
+grass: he made a wide circuit, and swept on like a shadow driven in the
+wind. For the wind had arisen, and added to his terror: it blew from
+behind him. He reached the brow of the valley, and shot down the steep
+descent like a falling star. Instantly the whole upper country behind
+him arose and pursued him! The wind came howling after him, filled with
+screams, shrieks, yells, roars, laughter, and chattering, as if all the
+animals of the forest were careering with it. In his ears was a
+trampling rush, the thunder of the hoofs of the cattle, in career from
+every quarter of the wide plains to the brow of the hill above him! He
+fled straight for the castle, scarcely with breath enough to pant.</p>
+
+<p>As he reached the bottom of the valley, the moon peered up over its
+edge. He had never seen the moon before&mdash;except in the daytime, when he
+had taken her for a thin bright cloud. She was a fresh terror to him&mdash;so
+ghostly! so ghastly! so grewsome!&mdash;so knowing as she looked over the top
+of her garden wall upon the world outside! That was the night itself!
+the darkness alive&mdash;and after him! the horror of horrors coming down the
+sky to curdle his blood, and turn his brain to a cinder! He gave a sob,
+and made straight for the river, where it ran between the two walls, at
+the bottom of the garden. He plunged in, struggled through, clambered up
+the bank, and fell senseless on the grass.</p>
+
+<h3>XII.&mdash;THE GARDEN.</h3>
+
+<p>Although Nycteris took care not to stay out long at a time, and used
+every precaution, she could hardly have escaped discovery so long, had
+it not been that the strange attacks to which Watho was subject had been
+more frequent of late, and had at last settled into an illness which
+kept her to her bed. But whether from an access of caution, or from
+suspicion, Falca, having now to be much with her mistress both day and
+night, took it at length into her head to fasten the door as often as
+she went out by her usual place of exit; so that one night, when
+Nycteris pushed, she found, to her surprise and dismay, that the wall
+pushed her again, and would not let her through; nor with all her
+searching could she discover wherein lay the cause of the change. Then
+first she felt the pressure of her prison walls, and turning, half in
+despair, groped her way to the picture where she had once seen Falca
+disappear. There she soon found the spot by pressing upon which the wall
+yielded. It let her through into a sort of cellar, where was a glimmer
+of light from a sky whose blue was paled by the moon. From the cellar
+she got into a long passage, into which the moon was shining, and came
+to a door. She managed to open it, and, to her great joy, found herself
+in <i>the other place</i>, not on the top of the wall, however, but in the
+garden she had longed to enter. Noiseless as a fluffy moth she flitted
+away into the covert of the trees and shrubs, her bare feet welcomed by
+the softest of carpets, which, by the very touch, her feet knew to be
+alive, whence it came that it was so sweet and friendly to them. A soft
+little wind was out among the trees, running now here, now there, like a
+child that had got its will. She went dancing over the grass, looking
+behind her at her shadow as she went. At first she had taken it for a
+little black creature that made game of her, but when she perceived that
+it was only where she kept the moon away, and that every tree, however
+great and grand a creature, had also one of these strange attendants,
+she soon learned not to mind it, and by-and-by it became the source of
+as much amusement to her as to any kitten its tail. It was long before
+she was quite at home with the trees, however. At one time they seemed
+to disapprove of her; at another, not even to know she was there, and to
+be altogether taken up with their own business. Suddenly, as she went
+from one to another of them, looking up with awe at the murmuring
+mystery of their branches and leaves, she spied one a little way off
+which was very different from all the rest. It was white, and dark, and
+sparkling, and spread like a palm&mdash;a small slender palm, without much
+head; and it grew very fast, and sang as it grew. But it never grew any
+bigger, for just as fast as she could see it growing, it kept falling to
+pieces. When she got close to it, she discovered it was a water
+tree&mdash;made of just such water as she washed with, only it was alive, of
+course, like the river&mdash;a different sort of water from that, doubtless,
+seeing the one crept swiftly along the floor, and the other shot
+straight up, and fell, and swallowed itself, and rose again. She put her
+feet into the marble basin, which was the flower-pot in which it grew.
+It was full of real water, living and cool&mdash;so nice, for the night was
+hot.</p>
+
+<p>But the flowers! ah, the flowers! she was friends with them from the
+very first. What wonderful<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> creatures they were!&mdash;and so kind and
+beautiful&mdash;always sending out such colors and such scents&mdash;red scent,
+and white scent, and yellow scent&mdash;for the other creatures! The one that
+was invisible and everywhere took such a quantity of their scents, and
+carried it away! yet they did not seem to mind. It was their talk, to
+show they were alive, and not painted like those on the walls of her
+rooms, and on the carpets.</p>
+
+<p>She wandered along down the garden until she reached the river. Unable
+then to get any further&mdash;for she was a little afraid, and justly, of the
+swift watery serpent&mdash;she dropped on the grassy bank, dipped her feet in
+the water, and felt it running and pushing against them. For a long time
+she sat thus, and her bliss seemed complete, as she gazed at the river,
+and watched the broken picture of the great lamp overhead, moving up one
+side of the roof to go down the other.</p>
+
+<h3>XIII.&mdash;SOMETHING QUITE NEW.</h3>
+
+<p>A beautiful moth brushed across the great blue eyes of Nycteris. She
+sprang to her feet to follow it, not in the spirit of the hunter, but of
+the lover. Her heart&mdash;like every heart, if only its fallen sides were
+cleared away&mdash;was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved
+everything she saw. But as she followed the moth, she caught sight of
+something lying on the bank of the river, and not yet having learned to
+be afraid of anything, ran straight to see what it was. Reaching it, she
+stood amazed. Another girl like herself! But what a strange-looking
+girl!&mdash;so curiously dressed, too!&mdash;and not able to move! Was she dead?
+Filled suddenly with pity, she sat down, lifted Photogen's head, laid it
+on her lap, and began stroking his face. Her warm hands brought him to
+himself. He opened his black eyes, out of which had gone all the fire,
+and looked up with a strange sound of fear&mdash;half moan, half gasp. But
+when he saw her face he drew a deep breath, and lay motionless&mdash;gazing
+at her: those blue marvels above him, like a better sky, seemed to side
+with courage and assuage his terror. At length, in a trembling, awed
+voice, and a half-whisper, he said, "Who are you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I am Nycteris," she answered.</p>
+
+<p>"You are a creature of the darkness, and love the night," he said, his
+fear beginning to move again.</p>
+
+<p>"I may be a creature of the darkness," she replied. "I hardly know what
+you mean. But I do not love the night. I love the day&mdash;with all my
+heart; and I sleep all the night long."</p>
+
+<p>"How can that be?" said Photogen, rising on his elbow, but dropping his
+head on her lap again the moment he saw the moon&mdash;"how can it be," he
+repeated, "when I see your eyes there wide-awake?"</p>
+
+<p>She only smiled and stroked him, for she did not understand him, and
+thought he did not know what he was saying.</p>
+
+<p>"Was it a dream, then?" resumed Photogen, rubbing his eyes. But with
+that his memory came clear, and he shuddered, and cried, "Oh, horrible!
+horrible! to be turned all at once into a coward!&mdash;a shameful,
+contemptible, disgraceful coward! I am ashamed&mdash;ashamed&mdash;and <i>so</i>
+frightened! It is all so frightful!"</p>
+
+<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="IN_LUCK" id="IN_LUCK"></a>IN LUCK.</h2>
+
+<h3>BY MRS. ZADEL B. GUSTAFSON.</h3>
+
+<p>Lily De Koven was in luck. Luck, you know, is a word which stands for
+that which comes to you without your having done anything to get it for
+yourself; and as she had never done anything to bring about such
+results, I call it the good luck of little Lily De Koven that she had
+been born in a lovely home, to kind parents, and was growing up with all
+the most pleasant things of life around her. She had a little maid to
+braid her pretty yellow hair, lace her dainty boots, go up stairs and
+down stairs, or stay in her little lady's chamber dressing and making
+over the dresses of Lily's family of dolls.</p>
+
+<p>One day, when Lily was not very well, and was lying in bed propped up by
+the pillows, her maid came in with a new doll, larger and handsomer than
+all the others.</p>
+
+<p>Lily received the new doll calmly, for if it did not suit her she knew
+she could have another, so she had no cause for excitement. She looked
+it over carefully, touched the spring which made its eyes roll, drew off
+one of its tiny silk shoes and stockings, passed her hand over the lace
+train.</p>
+
+<p>"I'll keep it," said Lily; "and now you bring me the whole family."</p>
+
+<p>When all her dolls, little and big&mdash;all of them had been handsome in
+their day, but some of them were a little the worse for wear&mdash;were laid
+on the bed, she put the new one, with curling yellow hair almost exactly
+like her own, on the pillow beside her, and took up the others one by
+one.</p>
+
+<p>"You can throw this one away," she said at last, holding out one which
+had a broken arm, and was leaking sawdust at the elbow; "I don't want
+but twelve children, anyway."</p>
+
+<p>When her maid went out, Lily looked at her new doll, touched its hair
+and rich costume, but there was not any wonder in it for her; there had
+never been a time when she had not had as pretty dolls as money could
+buy; so Lily sighed and fell asleep almost immediately. Now Lily's maid
+left the disgraced doll on a chair in the kitchen, and there Mary the
+cook found it. It had on a pretty muslin dress and sash, and nice
+embroidered underwear, just like any fashionable young lady. It was
+Christmas week, and Mary had bought a doll to give to her little niece
+on Christmas-day, and seeing at once what a treasure this costume would
+be, she took it off, did it up as fresh as new, and made the doll she
+had bought look quite like a princess in it. So the old broken-armed
+doll had not a rag left of its former glory. But luck sometimes comes
+even to dolls.</p>
+
+<p>Three days later, early in the cold morning, a little girl stood
+ankle-deep in the new-fallen snow in front of the grand house where Lily
+De Koven with her twelve waxen children lived.</p>
+
+<p>This little girl was Biddy O'Dolan, and Biddy O'Dolan was in luck on
+this cold morning.</p>
+
+<p>She had on nothing that you would call clothes; she had on <i>duds</i>. She
+had no parents and no home. She had some straw in a cellar, where other
+children who wore duds slept at night on other bunches of straw. She was
+a rag-picker and an ash girl, and sometimes was very hungry, and
+sometimes was beaten by other poor hungry wretches, who, because they
+were miserable, wanted to hurt somebody&mdash;not knowing any better&mdash;and so
+beat Biddy O'Dolan because there was no one to interfere. In spite of
+all these things, Biddy was sometimes merry, which I think is wonderful.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 316px;">
+<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="316" height="400" alt="&quot;BIDDY HELD IT OUT IN A KIND OF STUPEFIED DELIGHT.&quot;" title="" />
+<span class="caption">&quot;BIDDY HELD IT OUT IN A KIND OF STUPEFIED DELIGHT.&quot;</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>On this cold morning, in front of the wide stone steps of Lily De
+Koven's home, Biddy had found an ash can, and, poking over the ashes,
+had found and pulled out the very broken-armed doll which Lily had
+ordered to be thrown away, which Mary the cook had stripped of its fine
+robes, and which had last of all been swept up and put in the ash
+barrel, and so had come to the lowest possible condition of a once rich
+doll. Biddy held it out, and looked straight before her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> for a moment,
+at nothing in particular, in a kind of stupefied delight; for a doll,
+even such a doll as this, had never been in her little cramped, purple
+hands before. Then suddenly she tucked it in her breast, drew her dingy
+sacque around it tight, caught up her rag bag, and with a scared glance
+at the windows of Lily's fine home, she ran down the street.</p>
+
+<p>Her heart beat so that it was like a little hammer striking quick blows
+against the breast of the doll. Biddy had never had anything to love,
+and from the moment she had got this doll hidden in her bosom she loved
+it, and I think she was in good luck to have found something which could
+bring her this dear feeling. And as for the doll, in its proudest days
+it had never been loved, and now, when forlorn and cast out, it had
+found a warm heart, and had come, if it could only have known it, into
+the best luck of its whole life.</p>
+
+<p>I should like to tell you the whole story of Biddy O'Dolan&mdash;of what she
+did for the doll, and what the doll did for her; but to-day I want to
+call your attention to something else, and if you will heed my wish, I
+will heed yours, and soon tell you the rest of Biddy's story.</p>
+
+<p>The good things that come to us have a way&mdash;which you will notice if you
+are observant&mdash;of seeming to connect themselves together in a circle of
+sweet thoughts and hopes, just as our friends might join hands and make
+a ring around us.</p>
+
+<p>It was so with Biddy that day. As she ran on with her doll she was
+constantly thinking of something which she had hardly thought of since
+it had happened two years before. It was this: Biddy had been run over
+by a horse and cart, and carried, much hurt, to one of the New York
+hospitals for children. There she had been tenderly cared for, which was
+a great mystery to Biddy, and on Christmas morning she had waked up to
+find beautiful fresh Christmas greens on the wall at the foot of her
+little cot and around the window, and a lady standing in this window,
+while a little girl held out to Biddy a bunch of flowers that smelled as
+sweet as a whole summer garden.</p>
+
+<p>Biddy had not understood the meaning of these things; she had only
+wearily noticed that the little girl was pretty, and not at all like
+her, and that the flowers and greens were "jolly." That day, when she
+fled with her doll, she thought of the hospital; and though she did not
+understand any better than before why there should be such great
+difference in the lives of little children, she for the first time felt
+that the lady and her little girl had been kind, had been sorry for her.
+So you <i>see</i> that even after so long a time as a whole year, a little
+seed of kindness may sprout in the heart; and don't you think, dear
+children of New York, you who have every day the good luck of health,
+happy homes, and pleasant things, that it would be delightful to bring
+just one taste of such luck to the little ones in the New York
+hospitals? Would you not like to blessedly surprise them on next
+Christmas morning? You know the best hospital in the world can not be
+like home with father and mother in it. But if you want to make the
+hospitals seem almost like home to the little children for a whole happy
+day, you can not begin too soon to look over all your little treasures,
+and choose all you can part with. You all have cast-off toys,
+story-books that have been read through, and boxes full of odds and
+ends, and it takes very little to brighten the face of a poor sick child
+lying alone in a hospital cot. A single pretty picture-card will do it.
+Then, too, you can save your pennies and dimes, so that before Christmas
+comes you can go into the stores and buy some of the books and
+playthings that children like best; and all of you who can must tie on
+your warm hoods and scamper away into the woods after the lovely
+prince's-pine and scarlet berries. All the pretty things you can gather
+to make bright the place where these other children stay will make your
+own Christmas one of the merriest you ever knew, for when you are
+pulling out the "goodies" from your plump bunchy stockings at home, you
+will like to think of so many other little eyes and hands and hearts
+brimful of the Christmas happiness which you have made.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="600" height="253" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX." title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Our young correspondents ask us for so many things that it would be
+impossible to gratify them all at once. Their requests are carefully
+filed, however, and will not be forgotten.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Hattie V., Cincinnati, writes:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I have a little brother eight years old, who has a great wish to
+learn to play the violin. The other night he said to papa, "I wish
+I was a king." "Why?" asked papa. "Because a king has so much
+money, I would choose a man who had plenty of sense to rule, while
+I played the fiddle." Papa gets <i>Harper's Young People</i> for him,
+and is going to have it bound.</p></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Minnie B., of Wisconsin, says:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>I am a constant reader of <i>Young People</i>, especially the
+"Post-Office." I think that game called "Wiggles" is splendid fun,
+for I like to draw.</p></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>The following is from Lilian, of Louisville:</p>
+
+<div class="blockquot"><p>My papa gets <i>Harper's Young People</i> for us, and we like it very
+much. My mamma longed for something nice for us to read, and she
+thinks this is the very thing. She says it is healthful reading for
+her three little girls, and she is as glad to welcome it for us as
+the <i>Bazar</i> for herself.</p></div>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Answers to "Inquisitive Jim" are received from Charles W.&nbsp;L., and F.&nbsp;B.
+Hesse (both aged eleven years), who give correct information concerning
+the establishment of the Bank of England, and from C.&nbsp;W. Gibbons, who
+writes a full description of this celebrated institution, which we are
+compelled to condense: The Bank of England was first suggested by
+William Paterson, a London merchant, and was incorporated under its
+present name in 1694, during the reign of William and Mary. The business
+of the bank was conducted at Grocers' Hall until 1732, when the house
+and garden of Sir John Houblon, its first governor, were purchased as a
+site for the present building, which, although not imposing as a whole,
+contains some handsome architecture based on ancient models. The
+principal entrance of the bank is on Threadneedle Street, but why it is
+irreverently called "the Old Lady" I do not know. Can any one tell me?</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Edwin K.</span>&mdash;"General" is the highest rank in the United States army. It
+was created in July, 1866, and bestowed upon General Grant, who had for
+two years previous held the position of Lieutenant-General. When General
+Grant resigned his position on being elected President of the United
+States, Sherman became General, and Sheridan Lieutenant-General.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">School-Boy</span>."&mdash;Cape Trafalgar derives its name from
+<i>Taral-al-ghar</i>&mdash;signifying "promontory of the cave"&mdash;the appellation
+given it by the ancient Moors.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Robert N.</span>&mdash;You will find the information you desire in the "Post-Office"
+of our sixth number.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Harry L.&nbsp;G.</span>&mdash;"American Club Skates" are the most popular at present
+among boys, as they require neither straps nor heel plate, and fit very
+firmly to the foot.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Dorsey Coate</span>.&mdash;The directions for keeping gold-fish, given in <i>Harper's
+Young People</i>, No. 6, will apply to your "common fish."</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Ralph.</span>&mdash;General George Washington was born in a modest mansion near the
+Potomac, half way between Pope's and Bridge's creeks, Westmoreland
+County, Virginia. Of this mansion nothing now remains but a few
+scattered ruins. It was destroyed by fire while Washington was still
+very young, and his father removed to a country residence in Stafford
+County, near Fredericksburg.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Frankie H.</span>&mdash;We would very gladly help you and your sister "to be
+industrious," but have not room enough in the "Post-Office" to describe
+many things. We refer your sister to directions for pretty needle-work
+in <i>Young People</i>, Nos. 2 and 5, also to suggestions for Lulu W., in
+this column. You will say those are all for girls. Now boys can make
+many pretty things with a scroll saw, such as frames, brackets, and
+boxes, all suitable for Christmas.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Lulu W.</span> can arrange her cards of pressed seaweed prettily by taking two
+good-sized scallop shells, and fastening the shells and cards together
+with a bow of ribbon at the back. By using blank cards a pretty
+autograph album may be also made. It is easy to drill holes in the
+shells through which to pass the ribbon, and they may be ornamented with
+paintings or pictures pasted on.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">A.&nbsp;P.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Postage-stamp Case for Lulu W. Take a piece of perforated card-board
+about two inches and a half square, work an initial or any little figure
+on one side, on the other side "Stamps" in small letters. Line the
+pieces with bright-colored silk, and bind three sides together with
+ribbon. It can be made more ornamental by putting tiny bows at the
+corners.</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 42em;"><span class="smcap">L.&nbsp;B.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><span class="smcap">H.&nbsp;W.</span> and <span class="smcap">Amelia F.</span>&mdash;Your suggestions to Susie H.&nbsp;C. are good, but not
+new enough to print. Thanks for your pleasant letters.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>We acknowledge the receipt of a prettily written letter from Robert S.,
+St. Johns, Michigan, and answers to puzzles from Gussie L., Robert N.,
+Grace A. McG., William C.&nbsp;R., Heywood C., F.&nbsp;B. Hesse, Addie A.&nbsp;B.,
+C.&nbsp;M.&nbsp;J., Edwin Van R., Joseph S.&nbsp;G., Martha W.&nbsp;D., Bertie McJ., Charles
+E.&nbsp;L., and C.&nbsp;F.&nbsp;D.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><a name="THE_SNOW-FLOWER" id="THE_SNOW-FLOWER"></a>THE SNOW-FLOWER.</h2>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 56px;">
+<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="56" height="300" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>In California, the land of wonders, is found a wonderful plant. The
+traveller who is exploring the Yosemite region in June will find
+lingering patches of snow and ice amongst the cliffs, and there he may
+be fortunate enough to see this astonishing production rising fresh and
+superb beside its icy bed. It springs from the edges of the snow-banks,
+growing ten or fifteen inches high, and is called in common phrase the
+"snow-flower," from its location, not its coloring, for it is blood-red,
+of the richest crimson carmine, buds, flowers, stems, leaves, and
+sheathing bulb all of the same ensanguined hue. The flowers are
+thickish, something like the pyrola, and its manner of growth resembles
+the hyacinth, with bell-shaped flowers clustering along the upper part
+of the stem, and erect, pointed leaves. This plant is mentioned by Mr.
+Brace in his book on California, and specimens have been sent to the
+North, but they are generally in very poor condition when they arrive.</p>
+
+<p>As the years slip by, no doubt many of the now quite youthful readers of
+this paper will find themselves sauntering among the snow-crowned cliffs
+of the Yosemite, and to them, perhaps, the crimson banner of the
+snow-flower will be unfurled. They may then like to remember that its
+botanical name is <i>Sarcodes sanguinea</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 385px;"><a name="SPOON-FACES" id="SPOON-FACES"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="385" height="400" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>SPOON-FACES.</h2>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">When they're bright and shining</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Like the summer moons,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Two queer faces look at you</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">From the silver spoons.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">One is very long, and one</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Broad as it can be,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And both of them are grewsome things,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">As ever you did see.</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Then careful be, young people,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">And do not whine or frown,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Lest some day you discover</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Your chin's a-growing down.</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Nor must you giggle all the time</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">As though you were but loons;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">We want no <i>children's</i> faces</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Like those in silver spoons.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><b>The Largest Tree in the World.</b>&mdash;In San Francisco, encircled by a circus
+tent of ample dimensions, is a section of the largest tree in the
+world&mdash;exceeding the diameter of the famous tree of Calaveras by five
+feet. This monster of the vegetable kingdom was discovered in 1874, on
+Tule River, Tulare County, about seventy-five miles from Visalia. At
+some remote period its top had been broken off by the elements or some
+unknown forces, yet when it was discovered it had an elevation of 240
+feet. The trunk of the tree was 111 feet in circumference, with a
+diameter of 35 feet 4 inches. The section on exhibition is hollowed out,
+leaving about a foot of bark and several inches of the wood. The
+interior is 100 feet in circumference and 30 feet in diameter, and it
+has a seating capacity of about 200. It was cut off from the tree about
+12 feet above the base, and required the labor of four men for nine days
+to chop it down. In the centre of the tree, and extending through its
+whole length, was a rotten core about two feet in diameter, partially
+filled with a soggy, decayed vegetation that had fallen into it from the
+top. In the centre of this cavity was found the trunk of a little tree
+of the same species, having perfect bark on it, and showing regular
+growth. It was of uniform diameter, an inch and a half all the way; and
+when the tree fell and split open, this curious stem was traced for
+nearly 100 feet. The rings in this monarch of the forest show its age to
+have been 4840 years.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p><b>Sweet Scents.</b>&mdash;Perfumes were used in the early times of the Chinese
+Empire, when ladies had a habit of rubbing in their hands a round ball
+made of a mixture of amber, musk, and sweet-scented flowers. The Jews,
+who were also devoted to sweet scents, used them in their sacrifices,
+and also to anoint themselves before their repasts. The Scythian ladies
+went a step farther, and after pounding on a stone cedar, cypress, and
+incense, made up the ingredients thus obtained into a thick paste, with
+which they smeared their faces and limbs. The composition emitted for a
+long time a pleasing odor, and on the following day gave to the skin a
+soft and shining appearance. The Greeks carried sachets of scent in
+their dresses, and filled their dining-rooms with fumes and incense.
+Even their wines were often impregnated with decoctions of flowers. The
+Athenians anointed pigeons with liquid perfume, and let them fly loose
+about a room, scattering the drops over the guests.</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="THE_MOTHER_SINGS_SOFTLY_TO_HERSELF" id="THE_MOTHER_SINGS_SOFTLY_TO_HERSELF"></a>
+<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="500" height="307" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>THE MOTHER SINGS SOFTLY TO HERSELF:</h2>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Play, baby, in thy cradle play&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And quick goes time, quick, quick!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Grow, baby, grow, with every day&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And babyhood will pass away,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">For quick goes time, quick, quick!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Not long can mother watch thee so&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And quick goes time, quick, quick!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">To pretty girlhood thou wilt grow&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">To womanhood, before we know,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">For quick goes time, quick, quick!</span><br />
+<br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">Play, baby, in thy cradle play&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">And quick goes time, quick, quick!</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And some brave lad will come some day&mdash;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 23em;">And steal my baby's heart away:</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 27em;">Ah, quick goes time, quick, quick!</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="600" height="595" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+<p>Charley Bangs is a nice boy, but it was not right of him to take his big
+dog Towser to school when he heard the teacher was going to give him a
+flogging&mdash; And then to say he was afraid to send the dog home because it
+was so vicious, and might turn on him, and bite him!</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2><i>TO THE READERS OF</i> HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+<h3>A CHRISTMAS GREETING.</h3>
+
+<hr style='width: 25%;' />
+
+<p>The publishers of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> congratulate their readers on
+the approach of the merry holiday season, and take pleasure in
+announcing the enlargement of this journal to sixteen pages, beginning
+with the Christmas number, which will be published December 23.</p>
+
+<p>This change will enable the publishers to give their young readers every
+week an increased variety of stories, poems, sketches, and other
+attractive reading, from the best writers that can be secured. The
+publishers will also avail themselves of this occasion to present
+<span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> to their subscribers in new and enlarged type,
+which will greatly add to the beauty and attractiveness of its
+appearance.</p>
+
+<p>No pains or expense will be spared to make <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> the
+most entertaining, instructive, high-toned, and popular weekly paper for
+the youthful readers of America.</p>
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+<p><span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at
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+<div class='center'>
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+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'><i>Single Copies</i></td><td align='right'>$0.04</td></tr>
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+<tr><td align='left'></td><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Five</span> <i>Subscriptions&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"</i></td><td align='right'>7.00</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
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+
+<p>Subscriptions may begin with any number. When no time is specified, it
+will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the
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+
+<p>Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER, or DRAFT, to
+avoid risk of loss.</p>
+
+<p>Address</p>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 35em;">HARPER &amp; BROTHERS,</span><br />
+<span style="margin-left: 40em;">Franklin Square, New York.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>A LIBERAL OFFER FOR 1880 ONLY.</h2>
+
+<p>&#9758; <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> <i>and</i> <span class="smcap">Harper's Weekly</span> <i>will be
+sent to any address for one year, commencing with the first number of</i>
+<span class="smcap">Harper's Weekly</span> <i>for January, 1880, on receipt of $5.00 for the two
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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, December 16, 1879, by Various
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+Title: Harper's Young People, December 16, 1879
+       An Illustrated Weekly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: March 6, 2009 [EBook #28261]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 16, 1879 ***
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+
+Produced by Annie McGuire
+
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+
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+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VOL. I.--NO. 7. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS. NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
+CENTS.
+
+Tuesday, December 16, 1879. Copyright, 1879, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
+per Year, in Advance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "AIN'T THEY LOVELY? AND ARE THEY ALL REALLY YOURS?"]
+
+ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.
+
+BY MRS. W. J. HAYS,
+AUTHOR OF "THE PRINCESS IDLEWAYS."
+
+
+Mrs. Douglas was looking over her shopping list, and Lily Douglas was
+looking over her mother's shoulder. The Christmas Charity Fair was so
+soon to be held that Mrs. Douglas had a world of business to attend to,
+for of course her table must be full of pretty things suitable for the
+season. She was going out this morning to finish all her purchases, and
+Lily had been promised a corner of the carriage if she would be as quiet
+as she knew how to be, and not take cold. This was joyfully acceded to,
+for with all the glories of the shops to look at, could she not be
+still? and with her new velvet cloak and warm furs, how could she take
+cold?
+
+So she bounced into the brougham after her mother, and curled herself
+into the smallest possible space, that there might be room for all the
+packages. Such smiling brown eyes under sweeping lashes looked up at the
+sky as she wished for snow, and so warm a little heart beat under the
+velvet and furs as the brougham rolled down the street, that more than
+one passer-by gave her smiles in return. They had not long been out when
+the snow came indeed, as if just to oblige the little maiden; first in a
+sulky, slow way, then taking a start as if it were in earnest, down came
+the feathery flakes.
+
+"Oh, mamma," she cried, "aren't you glad? Just look at the lovely,
+lovely snow!"
+
+"Yes," said mamma, abstractedly, reading off her list; "one dozen
+decorated candles; three screens, gilt; six lace tidies; fifteen yards
+blue ribbon; dolls--oh, Lily, I have forgotten the dolls, and I must
+have them in time to dress them. Knock on the window, and tell Patrick
+to turn down town again; but I am afraid the snow will be deep before we
+can get home."
+
+"So much the better, mamma," exclaimed Lily. "Oh, I _am_ so glad it has
+come!"
+
+Mamma smiled back at her little girl's radiant look, as she said, "What
+will all the little poor children do?"
+
+"Do?" answered Lily; "why, they will sweep the walks--look! there they
+are now. What fun! I wish I had a broom, and a tin cup for pennies."
+
+Mamma could have preached a little, but she refrained. She did not even
+venture to call to Lily's notice the pinched and blue noses and the
+chapped hands of the little army of sweepers which had so suddenly
+appeared.
+
+The brougham stopped at her signal, and Mrs. Douglas went into an
+immense toy-shop, while Lily watched the movements of a little girl who
+had attracted her. The child was thin and pale; an old ragged sacque was
+her only outer garment, and the sleeves were so short that half her arms
+were exposed; on her head was an old untrimmed straw hat; on her feet
+shoes large enough for a woman; a faded bit of cotton cloth was twisted
+about her neck; in her hand was a broom, made of a bundle of sticks,
+such as street-sweepers use. She would make a hasty dash at the snow,
+and then, as if struggling between duty and pleasure, would rush from
+her sweeping to the shop window, and gaze with an eager and fascinated
+intentness at the toys within. Lily looked at her until she became
+tired; then, impatient of restraint, she jumped out of the carriage,
+and went into the shop after her mother; but Mrs. Douglas was down at
+the end of the counter, surrounded by people, and in front of Lily, near
+the door, was a basket of dolls gazing up at her with bewitchingly
+inviting glances. She began to name them--Jessie, Matilda, Clarissa,
+Marguerite, Cleopatra--no, she concluded, she wouldn't have Cleopatra.
+What should this other darling be named?--Rosamond.
+
+"Do you think Rosamond a pretty name?" said a timid little voice near
+her. It came from the girl she had watched from the carriage window.
+
+"Well, not very," answered Lily; "but you see I have such a large family
+that I don't know what to call them all. What name do you like best?"
+
+"Oh, I like almost anything--something short and sweet for such
+beauties. Ain't they lovely? and are they all really yours?"
+
+"I'm playing they are mine, and that I keep an orphan asylum. Don't you
+want to be a nurse?"
+
+"Oh, if you'd let me!--but I'm too dirty."
+
+"No matter for that. See how the darlings smile at you. I mean to ask
+mamma to buy them all. See, I can get one in my muff: she goes in
+beautifully."
+
+"So she does; but I like the one that's asleep best. She's awful
+cunning. Have they any teeth, and real hair?"
+
+"They are just cutting their teeth, and that's the reason I want a good
+nurse; they are so troublesome. They haven't much hair, just a little
+bang under their caps."
+
+"A little what?"
+
+"Their hair is banged like mine--don't you see?--out short right across
+their foreheads, so it don't come in their eyes: that is Charles the
+First style--so my aunt Tilly says."
+
+"Oh, how I wish I had just one doll!"
+
+"Haven't you one?"
+
+"No; she's worn out. She was only rags to begin with, and now she's
+nothing, since Pete Smith tossed her in the mud-puddle."
+
+"That was just as hateful as it could be."
+
+"Yes. I cried all night--more than I did when father died, because, you
+see, he never did nothing but tell me to get out of the way, and go and
+earn money for him to spend in drink. But my dolly used to love me, and
+I loved her, and I always had her with me at night, and I told her
+stories, and played she was a queen."
+
+"A queen! how funny!"
+
+"I don't think so. Every ribbon I could get I dressed her in it, and
+once I found some beads which looked just like the things you see at the
+jewellers', and I put them on her, and she was grand; but Pete Smith
+took them off when he chucked her into the mud, and now she's good for
+nothing."
+
+"Little girl, what are you doing here?" suddenly said a stern voice, and
+Lily's acquaintance shot like an arrow from a bow, and began plying
+vigorously her broom. Mrs. Douglas, too, came up at that moment, and
+pricing the dolls, ordered them to be sent to her.
+
+"Mamma," said Lily, softly, "may I have just this one?"--showing her
+muff, into which she had stuffed the coveted article.
+
+"Lily dear, you don't want any more dolls, surely."
+
+"Yes, mamma, just this one."
+
+"Well, take it, child, though I really think it is foolish, when you
+have so many."
+
+Mrs. Douglas got into her carriage again, and Lily jumped in too. The
+little sweeper looked wistfully after them; but the snow was becoming
+more and more in the way of pedestrians, and she had to work hard to
+clear the crossing.
+
+A few days after this the Fair was opened, and Mrs. Douglas, at Lily's
+request, placed the basket of dolls, which now were glittering in pink
+and blue gauze, in the very centre of her table. Every day Lily went
+with her mother to the Fair, but never without the one doll, her
+mother's latest gift, in her arms. Out of all her stock of clothing she
+had dressed it in the very prettiest little frock she could find, and
+wrapped it in a merino cloak. It was noticed that whenever she was in
+the street she seemed to be looking for some one, and every time the
+carriage went down town Lily insisted upon going too.
+
+One morning, to her aunt Tilly's surprise, as they rolled through the
+still snow-covered streets, Lily shrieked out, "Oh, there she is! there
+she is! Please, Aunt Tilly, let me get out."
+
+Her aunt being good-natured, and supposing that the child saw one of her
+companions, stopped the brougham, and away Lily ran. To the aunt's
+horror, she saw Lily rush up to a dirty poor little creature sweeping
+the crossing. Taking the doll she so faithfully carried every day out of
+her arms, she put it in the little street-sweeper's ready embrace with a
+most affectionate manner.
+
+"There," she said, "I have been watching for you every day, and I have
+dressed this dear thing all for you; and don't you let Pete Smith throw
+_her_ in the mud-puddle."
+
+The little sweeper gazed at her as if she were an angel of light, hardly
+daring to touch the infant beauty committed to her care.
+
+"And now," said Lily, dragging the girl up to the carriage door, for the
+child was abashed and reluctant, "you shall come to the Fair, and see
+our other beauties: come. _Please_ let her, Aunt Tilly; she never has
+seen anything so lovely before."
+
+How could Aunt Tilly refuse? Side by side with the velvet and furs were
+the poor tattered garments of the little sweeper. Side by side were the
+two child faces, one so rosy and radiant, the other so pale and
+care-worn; and the brougham rolled them both to the Fair.
+
+Exultingly Lily took the child up to her mother's table, proudly
+pointing out all its wonderful wealth; but when they both bent over the
+basket of dolls that they had played with at the shop door that wintry
+morning, and both little pairs of eyes sparkled to behold the increased
+beauty of their charms, they forgot everything else, and touchingly
+discussed the merits of each dear doll as if they had been two little
+mothers in a nursery.
+
+A passer-by said to Mrs. Douglas, as he noticed the contrast in the
+children's appearance, "'One touch of nature makes the whole world
+kin.'"
+
+"Yes," nodded Mrs. Douglas, in reply; and she resolved that Lily's
+little acquaintance should have not only a doll, but plenty of good warm
+clothing, and herself for a friend.
+
+
+
+
+THE POCKET BLOW-PIPE.
+
+BY WILLIAM BLAIKIE,
+AUTHOR OF "HOW TO GET STRONG, AND HOW TO STAY SO."
+
+
+Stand erect, with the chin turned a little up. Draw through the nose all
+the air you can, till your chest is brimful. Now place in the mouth a
+piece of clay pipe stem, say an inch long, and blow through it as long
+and hard as you can, as if you were trying to blow out a flame.
+
+Well, what does this do? Try a few whiffs, and see. If not used to it,
+at first it may make you feel dull, perhaps dizzy. But this soon wears
+off, and you find that a few minutes of this lung-filling now and then
+through the day is working wonders. The chest seems to be actually
+growing larger; and it really is, for you are stretching out every
+corner of it. But the heart and stomach--indeed, about all the vital
+organs--feel the new pressure, and better digestion, brisker
+circulation, and a warmer and very comfortable feeling over the whole
+body are among the results. M----, an oil-broker in New York, says that
+at thirty-six he had a weak voice, stood slouched over and inerect, was
+troubled with catarrh, and knew too well what it was to have the stomach
+and bowels work imperfectly. Most people can not inflate the chest so as
+to increase its girth over two inches. By steady practice at his little
+pipe, he in about a year got so that he could inflate five whole inches.
+But now his chest is noticeably round and full, and he is as straight a
+man as any in a dozen. His weak voice has gone; indeed, he says he has
+the strongest voice of any in a choir in which he now sings. The catarrh
+has left, while his stomach is simply doing nobly. The fuller veins in
+his hands and the swifter reaction when he bathes tell that his
+circulation is also stronger and quicker than formerly, while he has a
+general health and buoyancy to which he had long been a stranger. These
+are surely wonderful changes in a man of his age, and in that brief
+time, and each change is plainly for the better. Not only do his friends
+remark it, but he delights in telling all who will listen. A lady
+friend, following his example, found her angular shoulders and
+indifferent chest fast improving in a way most gratifying. A friend, at
+our suggestion--one of the fastest half-mile runners in America,
+by-the-way--tried the pipe. In five weeks of faithful practice he so
+enlarged his chest that when his lungs were full he could scarcely
+button his vest. He says that in severe running he finds his throat and
+bronchial tubes do not tire as easily as before, but are tough and equal
+to their work, and so help him to more sustained effort.
+
+Though all the results of this deep breathing are not known, it can
+hardly fail to bring great good to many of us in-door people, who most
+of the day never half fill our lungs, and at all events it is very easy
+to try. Any ivory-worker will for a dime turn you a pipe of bone or
+ivory an inch long, three-eighths thick, and with a hole through it a
+sixteenth of an inch in diameter, with the sides fluted so that your
+teeth may hold it, and prevent you from swallowing it. This, too, can be
+readily carried in the pocket. Try it.
+
+
+
+
+[Begun in No. 1 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, Nov. 4.]
+
+THE BRAVE SWISS BOY.
+
+_VI.--ON THE TRACK._
+
+
+The night passed slowly away. Just as Sol was pouring his earliest
+morning rays into the little room where Walter had lain unconsciously
+for so many hours, the sleeper awoke, rubbed his eyes, and called aloud
+for his companion, but, to his surprise, received no answer. He was
+astonished to find that he had gone to bed without taking off his
+clothes, but he suspected nothing until he saw that Seppi was not in the
+room, and at the same moment missed the belt from his waist and the
+papers from his pockets. When the whole extent of the calamity flashed
+upon him, he felt completely overwhelmed. A cold perspiration started to
+his face; he trembled in every limb, and but for the support of the bed,
+would have fallen on the floor. "Merciful powers!" he exclaimed, when he
+recovered his speech, "can it be possible that Seppi has robbed me and
+gone?"
+
+He rushed to the door, which he found was locked. After kicking at it
+with great violence for some time, he aroused the attention of Andre,
+who came up, and, after opening the door, demanded the reason of such
+behavior.
+
+"Where is Seppi?" exclaimed Walter, paying no heed to his inquiries.
+"Tell me instantly what has become of him."
+
+"How should I know?" was the rough reply. "He left the inn before
+daybreak."
+
+Walter's fears were fully confirmed. He sank into a chair, and gave way
+to an outburst of indignation.
+
+"Don't trouble yourself about being left alone," said Andre; "your
+friend told me last night that he would be sure to return to-morrow, and
+has given me orders to let you have everything you ask for."
+
+"You've seen the last of him," returned the youth. "He has robbed me,
+and has got safe away by this time. But I won't rest till I have hunted
+him down; and woe to him then!"
+
+He rushed to the door to carry out his purpose; but Andre stopped him.
+"Oho, my fine fellow, that's what you're up to," said he. "I see now
+that your friend was right when he told me that you were not quite right
+in the upper story. You will please stay quietly here till to-morrow
+morning, and then you can make it all right with him yourself. You
+sha'n't stir out of this room till he comes back, so make up your mind
+for it."
+
+With these words the fellow quietly turned on his heel and left the
+room, and having locked the door, went down stairs again without paying
+further regard to Walter's indignant remonstrances.
+
+There being no possibility of escape by the door, Walter ran to the
+window, and looking out, saw that the window-sill was scarcely twenty
+feet from the ground, and that no one was visible outside. His plans
+were quickly formed. Tying the sheets together, he fastened one end to
+the window-frame, and lowered himself to the ground. But a new
+difficulty presented itself. Which direction should he take? While he
+thus stood for an instant in doubt, he heard a shout from the window
+overhead, and looking up, beheld Andre, who by this time had brought his
+breakfast.
+
+"What game is this you're up to?" exclaimed the unwelcome custodian.
+"Stir a foot from there till I come, and it will be the worse for you."
+
+Paying no heed to this threat, Walter ran at the top of his speed toward
+the main road, and would perhaps have made good his escape had not a
+broad ditch barred his way, which he was in the act of crossing, when he
+slipped, and was overtaken by Andre, who, after a struggle, managed to
+secure his charge.
+
+"I've got you again, my boy!" said his captor, triumphantly. "You might
+as well have paid attention to what I told you, for now you must march
+back again, and take up your quarters in the cellar, instead of having a
+comfortable room. I'll warrant you'll not get away again in a hurry."
+
+The unfortunate youth, half stunned with the events of the morning, and
+considerably bruised with the fall, was overpowered by the superior
+strength of his pursuer, and had to resign himself quietly to his fate.
+They had just got back to the inn, and were in the act of entering, when
+the sound of wheels was heard; and on looking back, a post-chaise with
+four horses was seen rapidly approaching the inn.
+
+The carriage was open, and two young men reclined upon the soft
+cushions, while a handsome dog lay upon the front seat, and looked up
+with an intelligent glance at one of the gentlemen, who seemed to be its
+master.
+
+"Let us have some refreshment," said the gentleman to Andre, who was
+somewhat taken aback by the unexpected arrival of travellers at that
+early hour. "Look sharp, my man! We must be in Paris in an hour, and
+have no time to lose."
+
+Forgetting his prisoner, Andre hurried in to make the necessary
+preparations, while Walter, pale and breathless, leaned against the side
+of the door.
+
+"Mr. Seymour!" he suddenly exclaimed, on beholding one of the
+travellers. "Mr. Seymour! Pray assist me."
+
+The stranger leaped from the carriage and hastened toward the unhappy
+youth.
+
+"Can I believe my eyes?--Watty!" he exclaimed--"Watty, from the Bernese
+Oberland! Look here, Lafond; this is the boy that got me the young
+vultures from the Engelhorn, the narrative of whose courage you admired
+so much. But what are you doing here, my boy? And what is the meaning of
+all this distress?"
+
+"I have been robbed of a large sum of money here, and the thief has
+escaped with it. I was going in pursuit of him--"
+
+"Don't believe a word of what he says, Sir," interrupted Andre, who at
+that moment issued from the inn. "The poor fellow is not right in his
+mind. His companion told me so, and I am going to take care of him till
+he comes back. He'll be here to-morrow."
+
+"Fool!" exclaimed Mr. Seymour, angrily, "this young man is an old
+acquaintance of mine. Don't you dare to lay hands on him, or you shall
+suffer for it! And now, Walter, tell me the whole story as quickly as
+you can."
+
+The young man related all that had happened since his arrival in Paris.
+
+"It's a bad affair, my good fellow," said Mr. Seymour, shaking his head
+and shrugging his shoulders thoughtfully. "Your companion has most
+likely travelled all night, and it will be hard work to find out which
+way he has gone. But never mind; we must try what can be done. Come with
+us to Paris, and I will get the police to make instant search for the
+thief. But in the first place," he continued, turning to Andre, who
+looked on in sullen astonishment, "let us have something to eat; and
+then we'll be off to Paris, where the scoundrel is most likely hiding
+himself."
+
+Mr. Seymour's companion, a pale and delicate-looking man, had listened
+in silence to all that had passed, but while they were partaking of the
+refreshment that had been hastily prepared, he joined in the
+conversation.
+
+"My dear Seymour," said he, "I think I know a better plan to get on the
+track of this swindler than if we had the help of all the policemen of
+Paris."
+
+"Name it," returned his friend.
+
+"Well, you know the St. Bernard dogs are the best in the world for
+following up a scent; and as Hector is a capital specimen of the breed,
+I think we can not do better than set him on the track."
+
+"But the dog doesn't know him, so how can he trace him?"
+
+"The fellow has perhaps left something behind him in his hurry; if so,
+then let Hector get his nose to it, and I'll wager anything that he'll
+follow him up even if he is fifty miles off."
+
+"That's a capital idea," assented Mr. Seymour, delighted at the prospect
+of serving his young friend. "Hector knows that we're speaking about
+him. See how knowing he looks! Run, Walter, and see if your precious
+companion has left anything behind him."
+
+Accompanied by Andre, who began to perceive that Seppi had cheated him,
+Walter sped up stairs to the room in which he had slept, and soon
+returned in triumph.
+
+"He has left some of his clothes," exclaimed the now excited youth.
+"They are worthless things; and certainly no loss to him, after getting
+possession of all that money."
+
+"Not so worthless after all," signified Mr. Seymour. "Who knows but we
+may find this bundle worth fifty thousand francs to you, Walter, or
+rather to Mr. Frieshardt? Lay it down here. Now then, Hector, take a
+good sniff."
+
+The hound jumped from the carriage, smelled the bundle all round, then
+looked up at his master in an intelligent way, and gave a short deep
+bark.
+
+"Hector will be on the track immediately," was the assurance given by
+Mr. Lafond. "Find--lost--find, my fine fellow!" he exclaimed.
+
+The animal thoroughly understood its master's wish, and ran round the
+inn with its nose close to the ground. Suddenly it came to a stand,
+looked back, and gave another short bark, as if to say, "Here!"
+
+"Bravo, Hector!" exclaimed both the gentlemen, in delight. "Come and
+smell again. Good dog!"
+
+The dog sniffed the bundle once more, and after making another detour of
+the inn, stood still at the old spot.
+
+"He has got the scent now, without a doubt," said the stranger. "Keep up
+your heart, young man, and we'll get the money out of this scoundrel's
+clutches just as certain as you got the birds from the Engelhorn for my
+friend. Jump into the carriage. Follow the dog, postilion. Off with
+you!"
+
+The pursuit continued rapidly. The sharp-scented hound never showed the
+least doubt or wandering. On a few occasions it turned off into by-paths
+to the right or left, but always returned in a few seconds to the main
+road that led to Havre.
+
+The horses were changed two or three times, but the dog seemed as fresh
+as when the pursuit commenced. It was growing late in the afternoon; but
+although Hector continued to hold on as before, Mr. Lafond shook his
+head, and began to doubt whether they were on the right track after all.
+
+The two friends made a careful calculation of the time and distance, and
+Mr. Seymour also began to feel rather anxious. He stopped the carriage,
+called the dog back, and made him smell Seppi's bundle again, which they
+had taken care to bring with them. The dog gave the same short sharp
+bark as before, then turned round again, and continued the journey in
+the old direction.
+
+"I haven't the least doubt now," said Mr. Seymour, cheerfully. "We must
+be on the right track. Go on, postilion!"
+
+After the lapse of half an hour the dog stopped suddenly, threw its head
+up in the air, and sniffed all around in evident confusion; then, after
+making a slight detour with anxious speed, leaped across the ditch by
+the road-side. With a loud bark that seemed to express satisfaction, the
+intelligent creature made for a small clump of bushes at a little
+distance from the road, into which it disappeared. In the course of a
+minute or two the barking was renewed, but this time in a threatening
+tone.
+
+"We've got him!" exclaimed Mr. Seymour. "There's no doubt the fellow
+found he could get no farther, and has taken up his quarters in the
+cover yonder, to make up for the sleep he lost last night."
+
+"Let us go over there, then," said his companion, leaping from the
+carriage and across the ditch. "Hector is calling us, and is sure to be
+right."
+
+[Illustration: "PINNED TO THE EARTH BY THE SAGACIOUS ANIMAL."]
+
+Mr. Seymour leaped the ditch, followed by Walter and one of the two
+postilions. Guided by the barking of the dog, they soon reached the
+thicket, and there found the man they were in quest of, pinned to the
+earth by the sagacious animal.
+
+"Oh, Seppi! Seppi!" exclaimed Walter, in astonishment and sorrow, "how
+could you be guilty of such an act as this!"
+
+The conscience-stricken man paled before the indignant youth.
+
+"I will give you back everything, and beg your pardon for all I've
+done," whined the wretched drover, "if you will only release me from
+this savage brute that has nearly been the death of me."
+
+At the call of his master the dog quitted his hold, and Seppi handed
+Walter the money-belt.
+
+Walter counted the notes and gold, and was glad to find the contents
+untouched. Seppi rose to his feet meanwhile, but stood looking to the
+ground in shame and fear.
+
+Walter, feeling compassion for him, begged that he might be let off; and
+Mr. Seymour consented.
+
+Seppi was overjoyed at being let off so easily. He had not dared to
+expect that Walter would have taken his part, and felt really thankful
+that his first great crime had not met with a severe and terrible
+punishment. With earnestness in his tone, he thanked his former
+companion, and with unaffected emotion assured him solemnly that he
+would never again stretch out his hand to that which did not belong to
+him.
+
+He kissed Walter's hand and moistened it with his tears, and was gone.
+
+"Now," said Mr. Seymour, "I think we must set off toward Paris, if we
+are to get there to-night."
+
+After a long journey, the travellers reached the French metropolis; and
+Walter repaired with Mr. Seymour to one of the best hotels, where, in a
+soft and luxurious bed, he soon forgot the toil and anxiety of the day,
+and slept sounder than he had ever done in his life.
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+THE WEASEL AND THE FROGS.
+
+
+"I think the weasel is a mean, wicked murderer," said Harry, as he came
+rushing into his mother's room, his face flushed and his little fists
+clinched tight together: "My white rabbit lies all in a little dead heap
+in his house, and Mike, the gardener, says the weasel has killed him. He
+saw it prowling round the barn last night, and why he didn't set a trap
+and catch it I don't see."
+
+Mamma put aside her sewing, and went to comfort Harry, who began to cry
+bitterly for the loss of his pet.
+
+"Poor Bunny!" said mamma; "he should not have been left out when Mr.
+Weasel was around. But we will buy another Bunny, two Bunnies, a white
+one and a black one, and they shall have a nice little house in the
+wood-shed, where no weasel can find them."
+
+[Illustration: WEASEL AND FROGS--THE INTERRUPTED CONCERT.]
+
+Harry brightened up at once at the prospect of having two Bunnies, while
+mamma said: "Now let us talk a little about the weasel. It is not so
+much to be blamed, after all, for killing Bunny, for it was born with
+the instinct to catch rabbits and squirrels, rats, mice, and many other
+small animals, as well as chickens and birds of all kinds. Weasels are
+very sly little beasts, although if captured when very young they can be
+tamed, and taught to eat out of their master's hand. If you will listen,
+and not cry any more, I will tell you what I saw and heard one summer
+afternoon over by the pond in the meadow. You know it is a very small
+pond, and that afternoon the water was so still that it looked like a
+glass eye in the midst of the great green meadow. I sat down on the bank
+to rest, and to watch the reflection of the bushes and tall
+water-grasses which overhung the pond. Suddenly the surface of the water
+was disturbed by a hundred circling ripples, in the centre of which
+appeared a small dark spot. As I watched, these dark spots became
+visible all over the pond. The sun was setting, and the beautiful summer
+twilight coming on, and it was so still it seemed as if Nature and all
+her pretty minstrels were fast asleep. All at once I heard a hoarse
+voice, which seemed at my very feet. 'Chu-lunk, chu-lunk, chu-lunk,' it
+said. It must have been the chorister calling his frog chorus together
+for their evening song, for in a moment a multitude of voices were
+answering from the long grasses, the bushes, the water--indeed, the
+whole neighborhood, a moment before so quiet, was alive with little frog
+people. They evidently had some cause of complaint against a very wicked
+person, as my little Harry has just now, for I distinctly heard one say,
+'Stole a rabbit, stole a rabbit;' while another answered, 'I saw him do
+it, I saw him do it.' Then the whole chorus burst out,'We'll pull him
+in, we'll pull him in.' 'Plump, plump, plump,' added one voice more
+revengeful than all the rest. I sat very still, waiting to see what was
+to be pulled plump into the water. I did not have long to wait, but I
+fancy things took a turn contrary to the one desired by the frog people.
+There was a sudden rustling in the bushes, a sharp, quick sound like the
+springing of a cat. The chorus was still in an instant, but the entire
+shore of the little pond was covered with rushing, springing, jumping
+frogs. Pell-mell they tumbled over each other in headlong race for the
+water, to escape their cruel enemy, which now appeared, and showed
+himself to be a slender little weasel. He darted here and there among
+the helpless frogs, which made no attempts to 'pull him in,' but bent
+their whole efforts toward self-preservation. At length, seizing a fat
+frog in his mouth, the weasel turned and disappeared noiselessly among
+the bushes. Peace reigned once more, but the little frog people had all
+jumped into the water, and not a voice was heard protesting or uttering
+farther threats."
+
+"And did the weasel get more than one poor little frog, mamma?" asked
+Harry.
+
+"No, he carried off only one frog," replied mamma; "but he killed
+several more, which he left lying dead in the grass. I dug a hole in the
+mud with a sharp stick and buried them, so that their companions should
+not find them when they ventured on shore again."
+
+"Well," said Harry, after thinking a few moments, "now I guess I'll go
+and bury my poor dead rabbit."
+
+
+
+
+[Begun in No. 5 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, Dec. 2.]
+
+THE HISTORY OF PHOTOGEN AND NYCTERIS.
+
+A Day and Night Maehrchen.
+
+BY GEORGE MACDONALD.
+
+
+XI.--THE SUNSET.
+
+[Illustration: "LIKE A SWIFT SHADOW IT SPED OVER THE GRASS."]
+
+Knowing nothing of darkness, or stars, or moon, Photogen spent his days
+in hunting. On a great white horse he swept over the grassy plains,
+glorying in the sun, fighting the wind, and killing the buffaloes. One
+morning, when he happened to be on the ground a little earlier than
+usual, and before his attendants, he caught sight of an animal unknown
+to him, stealing from a hollow into which the sun rays had not yet
+reached. Like a swift shadow it sped over the grass, slinking southward
+to the forest. He gave chase, noted the body of a buffalo it had half
+eaten, and pursued it the harder. But with great leaps and bounds the
+creature shot farther and farther ahead of him, and vanished. Turning,
+therefore, defeated, he met Fargu, who had been following him as fast as
+his horse could carry him.
+
+"What animal was that, Fargu?" he asked. "How he did run!"
+
+Fargu answered he might be a leopard, but he rather thought, from his
+pace and look, that he was a young lion.
+
+"What a coward he must be!" said Photogen.
+
+"Don't be too sure of that," rejoined Fargu. "He is one of the creatures
+the sun makes uncomfortable. As soon as the sun is down he will be brave
+enough."
+
+He had scarcely said it when he repented; nor did he regret it the less
+when he found that Photogen made no reply. But, alas! said was said.
+
+"Then," said Photogen to himself, "that contemptible beast is one of the
+terrors of sundown, of which Madam Watho spoke."
+
+He hunted all day, but not with his usual spirit. He did not ride so
+hard, and did not kill one buffalo. Fargu, to his dismay, observed also
+that he took every pretext for moving farther south, nearer to the
+forest. But all at once, the sun now sinking in the west, he seemed to
+change his mind, for he turned his horse's head, and rode home so fast
+that the rest could not keep him in sight. When they arrived, they found
+his horse in the stable, and concluded that he had gone into the castle.
+But he had, in truth, set out again by the back of it. Crossing the
+river a good way up the valley, he reascended to the ground they had
+left, and just before sunset reached the skirts of the forest.
+
+The level orb shone straight in between the bare stems, and saying to
+himself he could not fail to find the beast, he rushed into the wood.
+But even as he entered, he turned and looked to the west. The rim of the
+red sun was touching the horizon, all jagged with broken hills. "Now,"
+said Photogen, "we shall see;" but he said it in the face of a darkness
+he had not proved. The moment the sun began to sink among the spikes and
+saw-edges, with a kind of sudden flap at his heart, a fear inexplicable
+laid hold of the youth; and as he had never felt anything of the kind
+before, the very fear itself terrified him. As the sun sank, it rose
+like the shadow of the world, and grew deeper and darker. He could not
+even think what it might be, so utterly did it enfeeble him. When the
+last flaming cimeter-edge of the sun went out like a lamp, his horror
+seemed to blossom into very madness. Like the closing lids of an
+eye--for there was no twilight, and this night no moon--the terror and
+the darkness rushed together, and he knew them for one. He was no longer
+the man he had known, or rather thought himself. The courage he had had
+was in no sense his own; he had only had courage, not been courageous;
+it had left him, and he could scarcely stand--certainly not stand
+straight, for not one of his joints could he make stiff or keep from
+trembling. He was but a spark of the sun, in himself nothing.
+
+The beast was behind him--stealing upon him! He turned. All was dark in
+the wood, but to his fancy the darkness here and there broke into pairs
+of green eyes, and he had not the power even to raise his bow-hand from
+his side. In the strength of despair he strove to rouse courage enough,
+not to fight--that he did not even desire--but to run. Courage to flee
+home was all he could even imagine, and it would not come. But what he
+had not was ignominiously given him. A cry in the wood, half a screech,
+half a growl, sent him running like a boar-wounded cur. It was not even
+himself that ran, it was the fear that had come alive in his legs: he
+did not know that they moved. But as he ran he grew able to run--gained
+courage at least to be a coward. The stars gave a little light. Over the
+grass he sped, and nothing followed him. "How fallen, how changed," from
+the youth who had climbed the hill as the sun went down! A mere contempt
+of himself, the self that contemned was a coward with the self it
+contemned! There lay the shapeless black of a buffalo, humped upon the
+grass: he made a wide circuit, and swept on like a shadow driven in the
+wind. For the wind had arisen, and added to his terror: it blew from
+behind him. He reached the brow of the valley, and shot down the steep
+descent like a falling star. Instantly the whole upper country behind
+him arose and pursued him! The wind came howling after him, filled with
+screams, shrieks, yells, roars, laughter, and chattering, as if all the
+animals of the forest were careering with it. In his ears was a
+trampling rush, the thunder of the hoofs of the cattle, in career from
+every quarter of the wide plains to the brow of the hill above him! He
+fled straight for the castle, scarcely with breath enough to pant.
+
+As he reached the bottom of the valley, the moon peered up over its
+edge. He had never seen the moon before--except in the daytime, when he
+had taken her for a thin bright cloud. She was a fresh terror to him--so
+ghostly! so ghastly! so grewsome!--so knowing as she looked over the top
+of her garden wall upon the world outside! That was the night itself!
+the darkness alive--and after him! the horror of horrors coming down the
+sky to curdle his blood, and turn his brain to a cinder! He gave a sob,
+and made straight for the river, where it ran between the two walls, at
+the bottom of the garden. He plunged in, struggled through, clambered up
+the bank, and fell senseless on the grass.
+
+
+XII.--THE GARDEN.
+
+Although Nycteris took care not to stay out long at a time, and used
+every precaution, she could hardly have escaped discovery so long, had
+it not been that the strange attacks to which Watho was subject had been
+more frequent of late, and had at last settled into an illness which
+kept her to her bed. But whether from an access of caution, or from
+suspicion, Falca, having now to be much with her mistress both day and
+night, took it at length into her head to fasten the door as often as
+she went out by her usual place of exit; so that one night, when
+Nycteris pushed, she found, to her surprise and dismay, that the wall
+pushed her again, and would not let her through; nor with all her
+searching could she discover wherein lay the cause of the change. Then
+first she felt the pressure of her prison walls, and turning, half in
+despair, groped her way to the picture where she had once seen Falca
+disappear. There she soon found the spot by pressing upon which the wall
+yielded. It let her through into a sort of cellar, where was a glimmer
+of light from a sky whose blue was paled by the moon. From the cellar
+she got into a long passage, into which the moon was shining, and came
+to a door. She managed to open it, and, to her great joy, found herself
+in _the other place_, not on the top of the wall, however, but in the
+garden she had longed to enter. Noiseless as a fluffy moth she flitted
+away into the covert of the trees and shrubs, her bare feet welcomed by
+the softest of carpets, which, by the very touch, her feet knew to be
+alive, whence it came that it was so sweet and friendly to them. A soft
+little wind was out among the trees, running now here, now there, like a
+child that had got its will. She went dancing over the grass, looking
+behind her at her shadow as she went. At first she had taken it for a
+little black creature that made game of her, but when she perceived that
+it was only where she kept the moon away, and that every tree, however
+great and grand a creature, had also one of these strange attendants,
+she soon learned not to mind it, and by-and-by it became the source of
+as much amusement to her as to any kitten its tail. It was long before
+she was quite at home with the trees, however. At one time they seemed
+to disapprove of her; at another, not even to know she was there, and to
+be altogether taken up with their own business. Suddenly, as she went
+from one to another of them, looking up with awe at the murmuring
+mystery of their branches and leaves, she spied one a little way off
+which was very different from all the rest. It was white, and dark, and
+sparkling, and spread like a palm--a small slender palm, without much
+head; and it grew very fast, and sang as it grew. But it never grew any
+bigger, for just as fast as she could see it growing, it kept falling to
+pieces. When she got close to it, she discovered it was a water
+tree--made of just such water as she washed with, only it was alive, of
+course, like the river--a different sort of water from that, doubtless,
+seeing the one crept swiftly along the floor, and the other shot
+straight up, and fell, and swallowed itself, and rose again. She put her
+feet into the marble basin, which was the flower-pot in which it grew.
+It was full of real water, living and cool--so nice, for the night was
+hot.
+
+But the flowers! ah, the flowers! she was friends with them from the
+very first. What wonderful creatures they were!--and so kind and
+beautiful--always sending out such colors and such scents--red scent,
+and white scent, and yellow scent--for the other creatures! The one that
+was invisible and everywhere took such a quantity of their scents, and
+carried it away! yet they did not seem to mind. It was their talk, to
+show they were alive, and not painted like those on the walls of her
+rooms, and on the carpets.
+
+She wandered along down the garden until she reached the river. Unable
+then to get any further--for she was a little afraid, and justly, of the
+swift watery serpent--she dropped on the grassy bank, dipped her feet in
+the water, and felt it running and pushing against them. For a long time
+she sat thus, and her bliss seemed complete, as she gazed at the river,
+and watched the broken picture of the great lamp overhead, moving up one
+side of the roof to go down the other.
+
+
+XIII.--SOMETHING QUITE NEW.
+
+A beautiful moth brushed across the great blue eyes of Nycteris. She
+sprang to her feet to follow it, not in the spirit of the hunter, but of
+the lover. Her heart--like every heart, if only its fallen sides were
+cleared away--was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved
+everything she saw. But as she followed the moth, she caught sight of
+something lying on the bank of the river, and not yet having learned to
+be afraid of anything, ran straight to see what it was. Reaching it, she
+stood amazed. Another girl like herself! But what a strange-looking
+girl!--so curiously dressed, too!--and not able to move! Was she dead?
+Filled suddenly with pity, she sat down, lifted Photogen's head, laid it
+on her lap, and began stroking his face. Her warm hands brought him to
+himself. He opened his black eyes, out of which had gone all the fire,
+and looked up with a strange sound of fear--half moan, half gasp. But
+when he saw her face he drew a deep breath, and lay motionless--gazing
+at her: those blue marvels above him, like a better sky, seemed to side
+with courage and assuage his terror. At length, in a trembling, awed
+voice, and a half-whisper, he said, "Who are you?"
+
+"I am Nycteris," she answered.
+
+"You are a creature of the darkness, and love the night," he said, his
+fear beginning to move again.
+
+"I may be a creature of the darkness," she replied. "I hardly know what
+you mean. But I do not love the night. I love the day--with all my
+heart; and I sleep all the night long."
+
+"How can that be?" said Photogen, rising on his elbow, but dropping his
+head on her lap again the moment he saw the moon--"how can it be," he
+repeated, "when I see your eyes there wide-awake?"
+
+She only smiled and stroked him, for she did not understand him, and
+thought he did not know what he was saying.
+
+"Was it a dream, then?" resumed Photogen, rubbing his eyes. But with
+that his memory came clear, and he shuddered, and cried, "Oh, horrible!
+horrible! to be turned all at once into a coward!--a shameful,
+contemptible, disgraceful coward! I am ashamed--ashamed--and _so_
+frightened! It is all so frightful!"
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+IN LUCK.
+
+BY MRS. ZADEL B. GUSTAFSON.
+
+
+Lily De Koven was in luck. Luck, you know, is a word which stands for
+that which comes to you without your having done anything to get it for
+yourself; and as she had never done anything to bring about such
+results, I call it the good luck of little Lily De Koven that she had
+been born in a lovely home, to kind parents, and was growing up with all
+the most pleasant things of life around her. She had a little maid to
+braid her pretty yellow hair, lace her dainty boots, go up stairs and
+down stairs, or stay in her little lady's chamber dressing and making
+over the dresses of Lily's family of dolls.
+
+One day, when Lily was not very well, and was lying in bed propped up by
+the pillows, her maid came in with a new doll, larger and handsomer than
+all the others.
+
+Lily received the new doll calmly, for if it did not suit her she knew
+she could have another, so she had no cause for excitement. She looked
+it over carefully, touched the spring which made its eyes roll, drew off
+one of its tiny silk shoes and stockings, passed her hand over the lace
+train.
+
+"I'll keep it," said Lily; "and now you bring me the whole family."
+
+When all her dolls, little and big--all of them had been handsome in
+their day, but some of them were a little the worse for wear--were laid
+on the bed, she put the new one, with curling yellow hair almost exactly
+like her own, on the pillow beside her, and took up the others one by
+one.
+
+"You can throw this one away," she said at last, holding out one which
+had a broken arm, and was leaking sawdust at the elbow; "I don't want
+but twelve children, anyway."
+
+When her maid went out, Lily looked at her new doll, touched its hair
+and rich costume, but there was not any wonder in it for her; there had
+never been a time when she had not had as pretty dolls as money could
+buy; so Lily sighed and fell asleep almost immediately. Now Lily's maid
+left the disgraced doll on a chair in the kitchen, and there Mary the
+cook found it. It had on a pretty muslin dress and sash, and nice
+embroidered underwear, just like any fashionable young lady. It was
+Christmas week, and Mary had bought a doll to give to her little niece
+on Christmas-day, and seeing at once what a treasure this costume would
+be, she took it off, did it up as fresh as new, and made the doll she
+had bought look quite like a princess in it. So the old broken-armed
+doll had not a rag left of its former glory. But luck sometimes comes
+even to dolls.
+
+Three days later, early in the cold morning, a little girl stood
+ankle-deep in the new-fallen snow in front of the grand house where Lily
+De Koven with her twelve waxen children lived.
+
+This little girl was Biddy O'Dolan, and Biddy O'Dolan was in luck on
+this cold morning.
+
+She had on nothing that you would call clothes; she had on _duds_. She
+had no parents and no home. She had some straw in a cellar, where other
+children who wore duds slept at night on other bunches of straw. She was
+a rag-picker and an ash girl, and sometimes was very hungry, and
+sometimes was beaten by other poor hungry wretches, who, because they
+were miserable, wanted to hurt somebody--not knowing any better--and so
+beat Biddy O'Dolan because there was no one to interfere. In spite of
+all these things, Biddy was sometimes merry, which I think is wonderful.
+
+[Illustration: "BIDDY HELD IT OUT IN A KIND OF STUPEFIED DELIGHT."]
+
+On this cold morning, in front of the wide stone steps of Lily De
+Koven's home, Biddy had found an ash can, and, poking over the ashes,
+had found and pulled out the very broken-armed doll which Lily had
+ordered to be thrown away, which Mary the cook had stripped of its fine
+robes, and which had last of all been swept up and put in the ash
+barrel, and so had come to the lowest possible condition of a once rich
+doll. Biddy held it out, and looked straight before her for a moment,
+at nothing in particular, in a kind of stupefied delight; for a doll,
+even such a doll as this, had never been in her little cramped, purple
+hands before. Then suddenly she tucked it in her breast, drew her dingy
+sacque around it tight, caught up her rag bag, and with a scared glance
+at the windows of Lily's fine home, she ran down the street.
+
+Her heart beat so that it was like a little hammer striking quick blows
+against the breast of the doll. Biddy had never had anything to love,
+and from the moment she had got this doll hidden in her bosom she loved
+it, and I think she was in good luck to have found something which could
+bring her this dear feeling. And as for the doll, in its proudest days
+it had never been loved, and now, when forlorn and cast out, it had
+found a warm heart, and had come, if it could only have known it, into
+the best luck of its whole life.
+
+I should like to tell you the whole story of Biddy O'Dolan--of what she
+did for the doll, and what the doll did for her; but to-day I want to
+call your attention to something else, and if you will heed my wish, I
+will heed yours, and soon tell you the rest of Biddy's story.
+
+The good things that come to us have a way--which you will notice if you
+are observant--of seeming to connect themselves together in a circle of
+sweet thoughts and hopes, just as our friends might join hands and make
+a ring around us.
+
+It was so with Biddy that day. As she ran on with her doll she was
+constantly thinking of something which she had hardly thought of since
+it had happened two years before. It was this: Biddy had been run over
+by a horse and cart, and carried, much hurt, to one of the New York
+hospitals for children. There she had been tenderly cared for, which was
+a great mystery to Biddy, and on Christmas morning she had waked up to
+find beautiful fresh Christmas greens on the wall at the foot of her
+little cot and around the window, and a lady standing in this window,
+while a little girl held out to Biddy a bunch of flowers that smelled as
+sweet as a whole summer garden.
+
+Biddy had not understood the meaning of these things; she had only
+wearily noticed that the little girl was pretty, and not at all like
+her, and that the flowers and greens were "jolly." That day, when she
+fled with her doll, she thought of the hospital; and though she did not
+understand any better than before why there should be such great
+difference in the lives of little children, she for the first time felt
+that the lady and her little girl had been kind, had been sorry for her.
+So you _see_ that even after so long a time as a whole year, a little
+seed of kindness may sprout in the heart; and don't you think, dear
+children of New York, you who have every day the good luck of health,
+happy homes, and pleasant things, that it would be delightful to bring
+just one taste of such luck to the little ones in the New York
+hospitals? Would you not like to blessedly surprise them on next
+Christmas morning? You know the best hospital in the world can not be
+like home with father and mother in it. But if you want to make the
+hospitals seem almost like home to the little children for a whole happy
+day, you can not begin too soon to look over all your little treasures,
+and choose all you can part with. You all have cast-off toys,
+story-books that have been read through, and boxes full of odds and
+ends, and it takes very little to brighten the face of a poor sick child
+lying alone in a hospital cot. A single pretty picture-card will do it.
+Then, too, you can save your pennies and dimes, so that before Christmas
+comes you can go into the stores and buy some of the books and
+playthings that children like best; and all of you who can must tie on
+your warm hoods and scamper away into the woods after the lovely
+prince's-pine and scarlet berries. All the pretty things you can gather
+to make bright the place where these other children stay will make your
+own Christmas one of the merriest you ever knew, for when you are
+pulling out the "goodies" from your plump bunchy stockings at home, you
+will like to think of so many other little eyes and hands and hearts
+brimful of the Christmas happiness which you have made.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]
+
+
+Our young correspondents ask us for so many things that it would be
+impossible to gratify them all at once. Their requests are carefully
+filed, however, and will not be forgotten.
+
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+
+Hattie V., Cincinnati, writes:
+
+     I have a little brother eight years old, who has a great wish to
+     learn to play the violin. The other night he said to papa, "I wish
+     I was a king." "Why?" asked papa. "Because a king has so much
+     money, I would choose a man who had plenty of sense to rule, while
+     I played the fiddle." Papa gets _Harper's Young People_ for him,
+     and is going to have it bound.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Minnie B., of Wisconsin, says:
+
+     I am a constant reader of _Young People_, especially the
+     "Post-Office." I think that game called "Wiggles" is splendid fun,
+     for I like to draw.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The following is from Lilian, of Louisville:
+
+     My papa gets _Harper's Young People_ for us, and we like it very
+     much. My mamma longed for something nice for us to read, and she
+     thinks this is the very thing. She says it is healthful reading for
+     her three little girls, and she is as glad to welcome it for us as
+     the _Bazar_ for herself.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Answers to "Inquisitive Jim" are received from Charles W. L., and F. B.
+Hesse (both aged eleven years), who give correct information concerning
+the establishment of the Bank of England, and from C. W. Gibbons, who
+writes a full description of this celebrated institution, which we are
+compelled to condense: The Bank of England was first suggested by
+William Paterson, a London merchant, and was incorporated under its
+present name in 1694, during the reign of William and Mary. The business
+of the bank was conducted at Grocers' Hall until 1732, when the house
+and garden of Sir John Houblon, its first governor, were purchased as a
+site for the present building, which, although not imposing as a whole,
+contains some handsome architecture based on ancient models. The
+principal entrance of the bank is on Threadneedle Street, but why it is
+irreverently called "the Old Lady" I do not know. Can any one tell me?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+EDWIN K.--"General" is the highest rank in the United States army. It
+was created in July, 1866, and bestowed upon General Grant, who had for
+two years previous held the position of Lieutenant-General. When General
+Grant resigned his position on being elected President of the United
+States, Sherman became General, and Sheridan Lieutenant-General.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"SCHOOL-BOY."--Cape Trafalgar derives its name from
+_Taral-al-ghar_--signifying "promontory of the cave"--the appellation
+given it by the ancient Moors.
+
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+
+ROBERT N.--You will find the information you desire in the "Post-Office"
+of our sixth number.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+HARRY L. G.--"American Club Skates" are the most popular at present
+among boys, as they require neither straps nor heel plate, and fit very
+firmly to the foot.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+DORSEY COATE.--The directions for keeping gold-fish, given in _Harper's
+Young People_, No. 6, will apply to your "common fish."
+
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+
+RALPH.--General George Washington was born in a modest mansion near the
+Potomac, half way between Pope's and Bridge's creeks, Westmoreland
+County, Virginia. Of this mansion nothing now remains but a few
+scattered ruins. It was destroyed by fire while Washington was still
+very young, and his father removed to a country residence in Stafford
+County, near Fredericksburg.
+
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+
+FRANKIE H.--We would very gladly help you and your sister "to be
+industrious," but have not room enough in the "Post-Office" to describe
+many things. We refer your sister to directions for pretty needle-work
+in _Young People_, Nos. 2 and 5, also to suggestions for Lulu W., in
+this column. You will say those are all for girls. Now boys can make
+many pretty things with a scroll saw, such as frames, brackets, and
+boxes, all suitable for Christmas.
+
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+
+LULU W. can arrange her cards of pressed seaweed prettily by taking two
+good-sized scallop shells, and fastening the shells and cards together
+with a bow of ribbon at the back. By using blank cards a pretty
+autograph album may be also made. It is easy to drill holes in the
+shells through which to pass the ribbon, and they may be ornamented with
+paintings or pictures pasted on.
+
+  A. P.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Postage-stamp Case for Lulu W. Take a piece of perforated card-board
+about two inches and a half square, work an initial or any little figure
+on one side, on the other side "Stamps" in small letters. Line the
+pieces with bright-colored silk, and bind three sides together with
+ribbon. It can be made more ornamental by putting tiny bows at the
+corners.
+
+  L. B.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+H. W. and AMELIA F.--Your suggestions to Susie H. C. are good, but not
+new enough to print. Thanks for your pleasant letters.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+We acknowledge the receipt of a prettily written letter from Robert S.,
+St. Johns, Michigan, and answers to puzzles from Gussie L., Robert N.,
+Grace A. McG., William C. R., Heywood C., F. B. Hesse, Addie A. B.,
+C. M. J., Edwin Van R., Joseph S. G., Martha W. D., Bertie McJ., Charles
+E. L., and C. F. D.
+
+
+
+
+THE SNOW-FLOWER.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+In California, the land of wonders, is found a wonderful plant. The
+traveller who is exploring the Yosemite region in June will find
+lingering patches of snow and ice amongst the cliffs, and there he may
+be fortunate enough to see this astonishing production rising fresh and
+superb beside its icy bed. It springs from the edges of the snow-banks,
+growing ten or fifteen inches high, and is called in common phrase the
+"snow-flower," from its location, not its coloring, for it is blood-red,
+of the richest crimson carmine, buds, flowers, stems, leaves, and
+sheathing bulb all of the same ensanguined hue. The flowers are
+thickish, something like the pyrola, and its manner of growth resembles
+the hyacinth, with bell-shaped flowers clustering along the upper part
+of the stem, and erect, pointed leaves. This plant is mentioned by Mr.
+Brace in his book on California, and specimens have been sent to the
+North, but they are generally in very poor condition when they arrive.
+
+As the years slip by, no doubt many of the now quite youthful readers of
+this paper will find themselves sauntering among the snow-crowned cliffs
+of the Yosemite, and to them, perhaps, the crimson banner of the
+snow-flower will be unfurled. They may then like to remember that its
+botanical name is _Sarcodes sanguinea_.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+SPOON-FACES.
+
+  When they're bright and shining
+  Like the summer moons,
+  Two queer faces look at you
+  From the silver spoons.
+  One is very long, and one
+  Broad as it can be,
+  And both of them are grewsome things,
+  As ever you did see.
+
+  Then careful be, young people,
+  And do not whine or frown,
+  Lest some day you discover
+  Your chin's a-growing down.
+  Nor must you giggle all the time
+  As though you were but loons;
+  We want no _children's_ faces
+  Like those in silver spoons.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=The Largest Tree in the World.=--In San Francisco, encircled by a circus
+tent of ample dimensions, is a section of the largest tree in the
+world--exceeding the diameter of the famous tree of Calaveras by five
+feet. This monster of the vegetable kingdom was discovered in 1874, on
+Tule River, Tulare County, about seventy-five miles from Visalia. At
+some remote period its top had been broken off by the elements or some
+unknown forces, yet when it was discovered it had an elevation of 240
+feet. The trunk of the tree was 111 feet in circumference, with a
+diameter of 35 feet 4 inches. The section on exhibition is hollowed out,
+leaving about a foot of bark and several inches of the wood. The
+interior is 100 feet in circumference and 30 feet in diameter, and it
+has a seating capacity of about 200. It was cut off from the tree about
+12 feet above the base, and required the labor of four men for nine days
+to chop it down. In the centre of the tree, and extending through its
+whole length, was a rotten core about two feet in diameter, partially
+filled with a soggy, decayed vegetation that had fallen into it from the
+top. In the centre of this cavity was found the trunk of a little tree
+of the same species, having perfect bark on it, and showing regular
+growth. It was of uniform diameter, an inch and a half all the way; and
+when the tree fell and split open, this curious stem was traced for
+nearly 100 feet. The rings in this monarch of the forest show its age to
+have been 4840 years.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+=Sweet Scents.=--Perfumes were used in the early times of the Chinese
+Empire, when ladies had a habit of rubbing in their hands a round ball
+made of a mixture of amber, musk, and sweet-scented flowers. The Jews,
+who were also devoted to sweet scents, used them in their sacrifices,
+and also to anoint themselves before their repasts. The Scythian ladies
+went a step farther, and after pounding on a stone cedar, cypress, and
+incense, made up the ingredients thus obtained into a thick paste, with
+which they smeared their faces and limbs. The composition emitted for a
+long time a pleasing odor, and on the following day gave to the skin a
+soft and shining appearance. The Greeks carried sachets of scent in
+their dresses, and filled their dining-rooms with fumes and incense.
+Even their wines were often impregnated with decoctions of flowers. The
+Athenians anointed pigeons with liquid perfume, and let them fly loose
+about a room, scattering the drops over the guests.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE MOTHER SINGS SOFTLY TO HERSELF:
+
+
+  Play, baby, in thy cradle play--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+        And quick goes time, quick, quick!
+  Grow, baby, grow, with every day--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+  And babyhood will pass away,
+        For quick goes time, quick, quick!
+
+  Not long can mother watch thee so--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+        And quick goes time, quick, quick!
+  To pretty girlhood thou wilt grow--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+  To womanhood, before we know,
+        For quick goes time, quick, quick!
+
+  Play, baby, in thy cradle play--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+        And quick goes time, quick, quick!
+  And some brave lad will come some day--
+        Tick goes the clock, tick-tick, tick-tick;
+  And steal my baby's heart away:
+        Ah, quick goes time, quick, quick!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+Charley Bangs is a nice boy, but it was not right of him to take his big
+dog Towser to school when he heard the teacher was going to give him a
+flogging-- And then to say he was afraid to send the dog home because it
+was so vicious, and might turn on him, and bite him!
+
+
+
+
+_TO THE READERS OF_ HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A CHRISTMAS GREETING.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The publishers of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE congratulate their readers on
+the approach of the merry holiday season, and take pleasure in
+announcing the enlargement of this journal to sixteen pages, beginning
+with the Christmas number, which will be published December 23.
+
+This change will enable the publishers to give their young readers every
+week an increased variety of stories, poems, sketches, and other
+attractive reading, from the best writers that can be secured. The
+publishers will also avail themselves of this occasion to present
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE to their subscribers in new and enlarged type,
+which will greatly add to the beauty and attractiveness of its
+appearance.
+
+No pains or expense will be spared to make HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE the
+most entertaining, instructive, high-toned, and popular weekly paper for
+the youthful readers of America.
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at
+the following rates:
+
+  _Single Copies_                   $0.04
+  ONE _Subscription, one year_       1.50
+  FIVE _Subscriptions,_  "           7.00
+
+_Payable in advance. Postage free._
+
+Subscriptions may begin with any number. When no time is specified, it
+will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the
+number issued after the receipt of order.
+
+Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY ORDER, or DRAFT, to
+avoid risk of loss.
+
+Address
+
+  HARPER & BROTHERS,
+  Franklin Square, New York.
+
+
+
+
+A LIBERAL OFFER FOR 1880 ONLY.
+
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE _and_ HARPER'S WEEKLY _will be sent to any address
+for one year, commencing with the first number of_ HARPER'S WEEKLY _for
+January, 1880, on receipt of $5.00 for the two Periodicals_.
+
+
+
+
+
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