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+Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, March 23, 1880, by Various
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+Title: Harper's Young People, March 23, 1880
+       An Illustrated Weekly
+
+Author: Various
+
+Release Date: March 26, 2009 [EBook #28417]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, MAR 23, 1880 ***
+
+
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+Produced by Annie McGuire
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+
+[Illustration: HARPER'S
+
+YOUNG PEOPLE
+
+AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.]
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+VOL. I.--NO. 21. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR
+CENTS.
+
+Tuesday, March 23, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50
+per Year, in Advance.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+A DUET.
+
+BY MARGARET EYTINGE.
+
+
+  Sunshine on the meadow,
+    Sunshine on the sea;
+  Green buds on the rose-bush,
+    Blossoms on the tree.
+  Two wee children singing
+    In a rapt delight--
+  One as fair as morning,
+    One as dark as night.
+  Hymn-book held between them
+    With the greatest care,
+  Though they can not read a word
+    That is printed there.
+
+  "Jesus, Saviour, meek and mild,
+  Friend of ev'ry little child,
+  Once a child Thyself, we pray
+  Thou wilt guard us day by day;
+  For such helpless things are we,
+  We can only sing to Thee!"
+
+  Standing in the doorway,
+    Arnak smiles to hear
+  Bird-like voices blending
+    Sweet and loud and clear.
+  "'Pears to me de angels
+    Mus' be lis'nin' too--
+  Lis'nin' an' a-lookin'
+    From de hebbens blue;
+  Lookin' an' a-smilin'
+    At de pretty sight;
+  An' in dar eyes--bress de Lord!--
+  _Bofe_ dem chillun's white."
+
+
+
+
+EASTER FLOWERS.
+
+BY F. E. FRYATT.
+
+
+"Come, Nell, and you too, Harry. I have planned a delightful trip for
+you, and we must be off bright and early."
+
+"Where--where, Miss Eleanor?" cried both children together.
+
+"To the large greenhouses just beyond the city line. You remember the
+minister said on Sunday, 'Let every person bring flowers, if but a
+single lily or a rose, to make God's house beautiful on Easter-day'?
+There are millions of flowers in blossom now at the greenhouses, and I
+wish you to see them, and learn how the florists make them bloom out of
+season."
+
+"I hope you will tell us something about it," said Harry, as we rattled
+swiftly over the rails in the steam-dummy; "that is, when we get out of
+this noisy old trap."
+
+In a few minutes we alighted at the city line, and Harry, taking my arm,
+declared himself ready for more "flower talk."
+
+"Suppose," said I, "that a florist wishes to have several thousand
+plants in bloom for Easter, does he allow them plenty of water and
+sunshine, and opportunity to bloom several months in advance of the day?
+No; he stows them all away to rest, or sleep, as he calls it, for weeks
+and weeks, in cool, dry, shady places, some on shelves, some in sand,
+and some in pots 'in cool houses.'
+
+"After a time the bulbs are taken out of the sand, and placed in earth,
+and with the other plants are allowed to enjoy a little warmth and
+sunshine.
+
+"The rose-bushes are pruned, bound, and tied in trim forms, and placed
+in rows, and though destitute of foliage, look so healthy and neat one
+can not but admire them. In a week or two, as if by magic, thousands of
+buds are swelling and bursting into leaf on every stem.
+
+"Five weeks ago I visited the greenhouses we are now going to, and as I
+stood in the Easter 'roseries,' I thought it must be quite delightful to
+be a young rose in training for Easter, the sunshine was so warm and
+golden, the air so soft and dewy sweet. Every bush showed signs of
+coming buds--very, very tiny, but they were there. The bulb houses were
+stocked with rows and rows of cherry-red pots filled with rich brown
+mould; in some the point of a tulip or hyacinth leaf peered up green and
+bright, in others there were already brave crowns of strong leaves.
+
+"'Ah,' thought I, 'these will surely please the florist's eye;' but I
+assure you they had a very different effect, for he looked at them with
+a frown that said, plainer than words, 'My brave young folks, wouldn't
+you like to blossom before Easter, and spoil my fine show for me? Indeed
+you shall not.' He thought that, of course; for the next minute he cried
+out, 'John, take these forward bulbs and put them back in the "cold
+house."'"
+
+"What a pity!" murmured Nell.
+
+"Not at all," replied I, "for soon they would have had spikes of fine
+blossoms; then Madam Hyacinth and Mr. Tulip might bid farewell to all
+thought of going to church on Easter-day, for long before that time
+their gay clothes would be faded and spoiled."
+
+"What is the 'cold house'?" inquired Harry.
+
+"A greenhouse where the mercury stands below 50 deg. Jonquils, tulips,
+hyacinths and lilies, and most other Easter plants, need warmer air than
+that to grow rapidly in. The 'cold houses' are not neglected, for they
+have a certain amount of moisture and sunshine allowed them too, or the
+plants would die.
+
+"As the happy day draws nearer and nearer, great activity reigns in the
+greenhouses: batches of plants are seen going back to the 'warm houses,'
+and such a showering, sponging, snipping and training, and general
+petting going on, that if plants had any brains, they would go mad with
+it all. But as they are not troubled with brains, they enjoy the warm
+sunshine, and the gentle vapors that rise steaming from the earth, and
+just set themselves to blossoming and looking as lovely as they can."
+
+"So it takes earth, sunshine, wind, and water to raise flowers?" said
+Harry.
+
+"Yes, and labor and knowledge."
+
+Here the flower lecture ended, for we were at the greenhouse gates. In
+another moment a door was opened, and we were ushered into a world of
+beauty.
+
+"How lovely!" cried Nell, looking down the green aisles of the "azalea
+house."
+
+"They look like swarms of great white butterflies among the dark
+leaves," remarked Harry.
+
+"Or giant snow-flakes ready to melt or blow away," suggested Nell.
+
+"If you call those white azaleas so handsome, I wonder what you will say
+to these!" exclaimed the florist, opening wide the door of a "lily
+house."
+
+"Come here, children," cried I. "Was there ever a more heavenly sight
+than these hosts of lilies holding up their white chalices to the
+flooding sunshine?"
+
+"Or anything more delicious?" murmured Nell, bending lovingly over a
+group of Ascension lilies.
+
+Further on there were ranks and ranks of tall callas, stately as
+sceptred queens, starry narcissus, white as snow, and jasmine
+bouvardias, with ivory tube-like blossoms in fragrant clusters.
+
+Something "new, and strange, and sweet" greeted us at every step. Here
+it was a Deutzia, with starry cup-like blossoms; there a Spiraea, with
+spikes of milk-white plumes; here sprays of creamy Lantanas, and yonder
+clusters of tasselled Ageratum.
+
+"Don't go yet," pleaded Nell and Harry, as I turned to leave.
+
+"You'll admire the 'rosery' more than this," said the gardener, opening
+another door, and standing aside.
+
+A marvellous fragrance saluted us as we looked down the long ranks of
+tall nyphetos shrubs laden with hundreds of silken buds and opening
+blossoms, in every shade from lemon to purest white.
+
+How dainty!--how exquisite! Here and there a full-blown rose showed its
+closely folded centre, and long slender petals so delicately hung that a
+breath might scatter them.
+
+Along the walls were trained vine-like Marshal Neils, with great golden
+buds and blossoms, while below rows of Safranos lifted fragrant cups
+rivalling in tint the bloom of an apricot's cheek.
+
+In a second "rosery" we were fairly smothered in sweets. Scores of pale
+pink Hermanos, blushing Bon Silenes, and Plantiers--living balls of
+snow--and white Lamarques mingled their spicy breaths in one soft cloud
+of incense. Pink and white, ruby, buff, and golden, they hung and nodded
+on every stem, till, like Aladdin in the magician's garden, we knew not
+which way to turn.
+
+As for the "carnation houses," they made us think of spice islands
+floating on seas of green; the "pansy houses" were beds of gold and
+amethyst; the "violet houses" and "smilax greeneries," perfect visions
+of spring.
+
+There were, besides, ferns, lilies-of-the-valley, camellias on tall
+tree-like shrubs that made quite a respectable forest in a house by
+themselves, and rows upon rows of dainty pink, crimson, and white
+primroses.
+
+Like a true artist, the florist had reserved his most wonderful picture
+for the last. As he opened the door of an Easter bulb house, he said,
+"What do you think of that?"
+
+With a cry of delight, as the glory of colors burst upon her, Nell stood
+entranced in the doorway. Down the middle of the house hundreds and
+hundreds of potted tulips flamed and glowed with vivid dyes.
+
+On either side the long walks, on the shelves, stood rows and rows of
+hyacinths in splendid bloom.
+
+Here vases and urns of yellow, purple, saffron, scarlet, pink and white,
+pied and streaked with living flames.
+
+There bells of ivory, azure, lilac, rose, and buff, fluted, feathered,
+fringed, and spicy sweet.
+
+It seemed as if some fairy alchemist had melted in magic crucible topaz,
+ruby, sapphire, gold, and amethyst, to deck each fragrant cup and bell.
+
+
+
+
+THE SHORTEST BAMBOO; OR, HOW TO CATCH A THIEF.
+
+AN EAST INDIAN STORY.[1]
+
+
+There was a terrible stir in the barracks of the --th Native Infantry at
+Sekundurabad (Alexander's Town) one bright morning at the beginning of
+the "dry season." Some money had been stolen from the officers' quarters
+during the night, and all that could be made out about it was that the
+theft must have been committed by one of those inside the building, for
+nobody had got in from without.
+
+The officers' native servants and the sepoy soldiers, to a man, stoutly
+declared that they knew nothing about it; and the officer of the day,
+with very great disgust, went to make his report to the Colonel.
+
+Now the Colonel was a hard-headed old Scotchman, who had spent the best
+part of his life in India, and knew the Hindoos and their ways by heart.
+He heard the story to an end without any sign of what he thought of it,
+except a queer twinkle in the corner of his small gray eye; and then he
+gave orders to turn out the men for morning parade.
+
+When the Colonel appeared on the parade-ground, everybody expected that
+the first thing would be an inquiry about the stolen money; but that was
+not the old officer's way. Everything went on just as usual, and the
+thief probably chuckled to himself at the idea of getting off so easily.
+But if so, he chuckled a little too soon. Just as the parade was over,
+and the men were about to "dismiss," the Colonel stepped forward, and
+shouted, "Halt!"
+
+The men wonderingly obeyed. The Colonel planted himself right in front
+of the line (carrying a small bag under his arm, as was now noticed for
+the first time), and running his eye keenly over the long ranks of white
+frocks and dark faces, spoke to them in Hindoostanee:
+
+"Soldiers! I find there are dogs among you who are not 'true to their
+salt,' and after taking the money of the Ranee of Inglistan [Queen of
+England], steal from her officers. But such misdeeds never go
+unpunished. Last night" (here the Colonel's tone suddenly became very
+deep and solemn) "I had a _dream_. I dreamed that a black cloud hovered
+over me, and out of it came a figure--the figure of Kali."
+
+At the name of this terrible goddess (who holds the same place in the
+Brahmin religion as the Evil One in our own) the swarthy faces turned
+perfectly livid, and more than one stalwart fellow was seen to shiver
+from head to foot.
+
+"'There is a thief among your soldiers,' she said, 'and I will teach you
+how to detect him. Give each of your men a splinter of bamboo, and the
+thief, let him do what he may, will be sure to get the _longest_; and
+when he is found, let him dread my vengeance.'"
+
+By this time every soldier on the ground was looking so frightened that
+had the Colonel expected to detect the thief by his looks, he might have
+thought the whole regiment equally guilty. But his plan was far deeper
+than that. At his signal each man in turn drew a bamboo chip from the
+bag which the Colonel held; and when all were supplied, he ordered them
+to come forward one by one, and give back the chips which they had
+drawn.
+
+He was obeyed; but scarcely had a dozen men passed, when the Colonel
+suddenly sprang forward, seized a tall Rajpoot by the throat, and
+shouted, in a voice of thunder, "You're the man!"
+
+"Mercy, mercy, Sahib" (master), howled the culprit, falling on his
+knees. "I'll bring back the money--I'll bear any punishment you
+please--only don't give me up to the vengeance of Kali."
+
+"Well," said the Colonel, sternly, "I'll forgive you this once; but if
+you're ever caught again, you know what to expect. Dismiss!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"I say, C----, how on earth did you manage that?" asked the senior
+Major, as he and the Colonel walked away together; "I suppose you don't
+want me to believe that you really _did_ get that idea in a dream?"
+
+"Hardly," laughed the Colonel. "The fact is, those bamboo chips were all
+exactly the same length; and the thief, to make sure of not getting the
+longest, _bit off the end of his_, and so I knew him at once. Take my
+word for it, there'll be no more thieving in the regiment while _I'm_
+its Colonel."
+
+And indeed there never was.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+1 This story is perfectly true, and was told by its hero, Colonel C----,
+of the Ninety-first Highlanders.
+
+
+
+
+[Begun in No. 19 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, March 9.]
+
+ACROSS THE OCEAN; OR, A BOY'S FIRST VOYAGE.
+
+A True Story.
+
+BY J. O. DAVIDSON.
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+OUR HERO'S FIRST FIGHT.
+
+It was well for Austin that he had been struck by the small coal instead
+of the heavier pieces, or he might have been killed outright; as it was,
+after a dash of cold water, and a short rest in his bunk, he was almost
+as sound as before. But the accident had worse results than a few
+bruises. He was at once set down as an "awkward landlubber," dismissed
+from his coal-shovelling, and ordered to do duty in the lamp-room.
+
+[Illustration: STORE-ROOM.]
+
+This was a dismal hole in the lowest part of the ship, where even what
+little light there was had to struggle through an iron grating. Behind
+the counter that ran half way round it stood several large iron tanks,
+strongly padlocked, labelled "Soap," "Oil," "Waste," "Lamp Wicks," etc.
+The floor was covered with various necessaries for engine use, and from
+the beams overhead swung lamps of all shapes and sizes, while the walls
+were covered with bolts, bars, hammers, and tools of every kind.
+
+This pleasant place usually fell to the charge of some one who was fit
+for nothing else; and its present occupant was a lanky youth known as
+"Monkey"--a name fully warranted by his narrow watery eyes, enormous
+under-jaw, and huge projecting bat-like ears. He had been cruising
+backward and forward in the _Arizona_ for years, till he seemed quite to
+belong to her; and although he disappeared as soon as she reached port,
+he always found out the day of her departure in time to join her
+again--how, no one knew, for he could neither read nor write.
+
+Frank's appointment, of course, displaced Monkey, and neither was
+pleased with the change. Monkey much preferred even the dismal lamp-room
+(where he had only to serve out a certain quantity of stores daily, and
+to see that nothing was lost or stolen) to the harder work of scrubbing
+the engine-room, which now fell to his share; while Austin, used as he
+was to out-door exercise, felt quite miserable in this dungeon-like
+hole, where he could not even see to read. He was on duty from dawn till
+dusk, and even liable to be roused up at night should anything be
+wanted. His meals were given him after all the rest were served, and
+only very rarely did he get the chance of asking a question, or
+learning anything that he wished.
+
+Nor did his troubles end here. The men, who in Monkey's time had been
+allowed to help themselves pretty freely to the ship's stores, were
+enraged at finding that their new store-keeper could neither be bribed
+nor bullied into letting them have anything without orders. One of
+Frank's greatest troubles was the giving out of soap--a priceless luxury
+in the forecastle of a steamer, where the "grit," coal-dust, and
+irritating brine are unbearable if not promptly washed off. For a piece
+of soap (the ship's allowance being unusually small), shirts, stockings,
+and even tobacco, were gladly bartered; and those who had been shrewd
+enough to lay in a stock before sailing drove a brisk trade.
+
+This gave our friend Monkey a chance which he was not slow to use. He
+began by hinting to the crew that Frank's care of the stores was meant
+to "curry favor" with the officers; and then he went on to losing or
+stealing whatever he could, and laying the blame on Austin. Nor were
+these the most serious tokens of his ill-will. One day he managed to
+give Frank a push which sent him down through a trap-door, though he
+luckily escaped unhurt. Another time, a similar trick hurled him into
+the well in which the ship's pump worked, and he only avoided serious
+injury by clinging to the shaft.
+
+At last, as Frank was serving out stores one afternoon, Monkey suddenly
+darted off with a bar of soap, and being pursued into the engine-room by
+Austin, declared that the latter had been about to sell it to one of the
+men, and that _he_ had just come in time to prevent him--a statement
+confirmed by the sailors. In vain poor Frank denied the charge; he was
+roughly ordered to hold his tongue, and give up the store-room keys to
+their former possessor, Monkey.
+
+This was hard indeed; but, as the proverb says, "It is a long lane that
+has no turning," and our hero's affairs suddenly took a turn which
+neither he nor any one else could have foreseen.
+
+The pride of a steamer is her machinery, and at all hours of the day men
+may be seen polishing it with balls of cotton "waste," till it shines
+like silver; but if you venture to touch the glittering surface, you
+find it burning hot, and scorch your fingers pretty smartly. One day
+Frank was polishing the broad round top of the cylinder, protected by a
+thick rope mat from the burning metal, when Monkey, sneaking up behind,
+suddenly jerked away the mat, throwing him right on to the hot surface.
+Smarting with pain, Austin sprang to his feet, and regardless of his
+enemy's superior bulk and strength, flew at him like a tiger. The two
+grappled, and rolled on the floor, Frank undermost.
+
+[Illustration: FRANK'S FIGHT WITH "MONKEY."]
+
+Monkey's small, cunning eyes gleamed wickedly as he saw that they were
+close to the edge of the "crank-pit" (the space in which the crank of
+the shaft revolves), and he exerted all his strength to fling Austin
+into it. But the latter, who had not played foot-ball for nothing,
+suddenly wrenched himself free, and dodging round behind his enemy,
+sprang upon his back, and grasped his throat like a vise. Down went the
+valiant Monkey upon the hard grating with a whack that made his big
+mouth swell up bigger than ever; and, pinned beneath Frank's knee, he
+howled shrilly for help.
+
+His cries were answered by a loud laugh from the sky-light above,
+through which several of the crew had been watching the combat. At the
+same moment the second engineer appeared on the scene.
+
+"What! fighting? You young imps, is _that_ how you do your work? Here,
+Williams, take 'em both to the first officer, and report 'em for
+fighting on duty."
+
+[TO BE CONTINUED.]
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY KING.
+
+
+  "I, Henry, born at Monmouth,
+  Shall small time reign and much get.
+  But Henry of Windsor shall long reign and lose all,
+  But as God will, so be it."
+
+This strange bit of doggerel is said to have been composed and repeated
+by King Henry V. of England on the birth of his only child Henry. The
+baby first saw the light of day in Windsor's royal palace, where he was
+born on the 6th of December, 1421, and was welcomed with delight by the
+English nation as the son and heir of their idolized King.
+
+Before little Henry was more than nine months old, the King his father
+was dead. The poor little baby was already King of England, and within
+another month his grandfather, Charles VI. of France, was also dead, and
+another heavy crown was burdening the infant's brow.
+
+No sooner had Queen Katherine, the mother of the little King, fulfilled
+her duty of seeing the funeral rites belonging to her husband properly
+accomplished, than she hastened to Windsor to embrace her child, and
+pass in solitude the early months of her widowhood. She was only in her
+twenty-first year, and had many arduous duties before her. The first of
+these was to see her baby King properly received and acknowledged as
+their sovereign by the nation. The sanction of Parliament was required,
+and accordingly the Queen removed from Windsor to London, passing
+through the city on a moving throne drawn by white horses, and
+surrounded by all the princes and nobles of England. In her lap was
+seated the infant King, and "those infant hands," says one of the
+chroniclers, "which could not yet feed himself, were made capable of
+wielding a sceptre, and he who was beholden to nurses for milk, did
+distribute support to the law and justice of the realm!" "The Queen,
+still holding her baby on her knee, was enthroned among the lords, whom,
+by the chancellor, the little King saluted, and spake to them his mind
+at large by means of another's tongue." It was declared that during this
+scene in Parliament the baby King conducted himself with marvellous
+quietness and gravity. Henry VI. had been already proclaimed King of
+France, at Paris, before even he thus held his first Parliament on his
+mother's lap. For as soon as the last service had been performed over
+the dead body of Charles VI., and the body lowered into the vault
+belonging to the royal Kings of France, the impressive ceremony followed
+of the ushers belonging to the late King breaking their staves of
+office, throwing them into the grave, and reversing their maces, whilst
+the king-at-arms, or principal herald, attended by many heralds, cried
+in a loud, solemn voice over the tomb, "May God show mercy and pity to
+the soul of the late most penitent and most excellent Charles VI., King
+of France, our natural and sovereign lord!"
+
+Hardly had these solemn words rolled echoing through the vaulted roof,
+striking the hearts of the 26,000 spectators with mournful awe, than the
+herald raised his voice again, and twice demanded their prayers, for the
+living this time, and not the dead. And thus he cried, "May God grant
+long life to Henry, by the grace of God King of France and of England,
+our sovereign lord!"
+
+[Illustration: "LONG LIVE THE KING!"]
+
+Then, when an infant ten months old had been proclaimed King over two of
+the greatest kingdoms in Europe, the sergeants-at-arms and ushers turned
+their maces, and shouted together, "Long live the King! long live the
+King!"
+
+The Duke of Bedford was now sole Regent of France, whilst a council of
+prelates and peers, with the Duke of Gloucester at its head, governed
+England in the baby King's name, making use of the amusing fiction of
+issuing all their decrees and mandates as though they were dictated by
+the mouth of an infant still in arms.
+
+Sometimes Henry misbehaved, or rather showed the natural temper of a
+baby. In 1423, when his Majesty was nearly two years old, he was taken
+by his mother to London to hold another Parliament. It was Saturday when
+they left Windsor, and at night the Queen and her baby King slept at
+Staines instead of going on. On the Sunday the Queen wished to proceed,
+and had her son carried to her car, when, instead of comporting himself
+with his usual dignity, "he skreeked" (says the quaint chronicler), "he
+cried, he sprang, and would be carried no further; wherefore they bore
+him into the inn, and there he abode the Sunday all day. But on the
+Monday he was borne to his mother's car, he being then merry and full of
+cheer, and so they came to Kingston, and rested that night. On Tuesday,
+Queen Katherine brought him to Kennington, on Wednesday to London, and
+with glad semblance and merry cheer, on his mother's barm [lap] in the
+car, rode through London to Westminster, and on the morrow was so
+brought into Parliament." The old historian would make us believe that
+Henry refused to travel on Sunday, even at two years old.
+
+The guardianship of the baby King had been intrusted to the Earl of
+Warwick, and in the pictorial history of this Earl he is represented as
+holding the King, a lovely baby of fourteen months old, in his arms,
+while he is showing him to the lords around him in Parliament. The Earl,
+however, only held his sovereign lord on public and state occasions,
+leaving the young King in his private walks and hours of retirement to
+the care of a certain Dame Alice Boteler, his governess, and his nurse
+Joan Astley. "We request," says his infant Majesty, in a quaintly worded
+document proceeding from his council, but as usual written in his name,
+and in regal form, "Dame Alice from time to time reasonably to chastise
+us as the case may require, without being held accountable or molested
+for the same at another time. The well-beloved Dame Alice, being a very
+wise and expert person, is to teach us courtesy and nurture, and many
+things convenient for our royal person to know."
+
+It was whilst Dame Alice was still in power as the King's chastiser that
+we again find the royal child noticed as holding the opening of
+Parliament in 1425. Katherine entered the city in a chair of state, with
+her child sitting on her knee as before. But Henry was now four years
+old, and no longer needed to be held on Warwick's arm or placed upon his
+mother's lap. As soon then as he reached the west door of St. Paul's
+Cathedral, the Protector lifted the child King from his mother's chair,
+and set him on his feet, whilst the Duke of Exeter, on the other side,
+conducted him between them to the high altar up the stairs which led to
+the choir. At the altar the royal boy knelt for a time upon a low bench
+prepared for him, and was seen to look gravely and sadly on all around
+him. He was then led into the church-yard, placed upon a fair courser,
+to the people's great delight, and so conveyed through Cheapside to his
+residence at Kennington. There he staid with his mother until the 30th
+of April, when he returned through the city to Westminster in a grand
+state procession. The little King was again held on his great white
+horse, and when he arrived at his palace, the Queen seated herself upon
+the throne of the White Hall where the House of Lords was held, with her
+child placed upon her knee. This procession drew the people in crowds to
+see and bless their infant sovereign, whose features they declared were
+the image of his father.
+
+His tutor, the Earl, was now always with him, whilst his young friends
+had distinct and separate instructors, for whom reception and
+entertainment were carefully provided by the Privy Council. Henry's
+governor, Warwick, was ordered by the King's guardians (speaking, as
+usual, in the King's person) "to teach us nurture, literature, and
+languages, and to chastise us from time to time according to his
+discretion." Unfortunate little Henry! we find more said about his being
+chastised than about his being rewarded, as if he were of a rebellious
+and obstinate temper. On the contrary, he was remarkable for his
+mildness and the meek submission of his character, and we fear the blows
+which he had to endure only saddened and subdued him, and rendered him
+unfit to cope with the ambitious and high-spirited nobles who surrounded
+him.
+
+Little Henry was no sooner eight years old than it was determined by his
+uncles and his council that he should be crowned King of England in
+London, and afterward King of France at Paris. So, after much delay, the
+royal child was taken to Westminster on the 6th of November, 1429, and
+there crowned with much pomp and state, amongst the acclamations of the
+people. As soon as the ceremony was over, the little King, in his robes
+and crown, created, under the direction of his governor, thirty-six
+Knights of the Bath. Then followed a sumptuous feast in the great Hall
+of Westminster, where a noble company were assembled, and nobody of note
+allowed to be absent. Immediately after this, Henry and a great escort
+of nobles went to Paris, where he was crowned King of France.
+
+His journey to France, his coronation there, the homage and presents he
+received from French subjects as their King, must often in his
+after-life have appeared like a dream.
+
+When Henry VI. returned to England he was eleven years old, having been
+allowed the pleasure of having far more of his own way than he could
+have obtained in England. Perhaps the ceremony of his coronations, the
+homage, smiles, and deference shown him, the young companions whose
+acquaintance could not then be refused, had some exciting influence on
+his naturally meek and quiet temper. Certain, however, it is that he
+began at this time to rebel, and demanded from his Privy Council freedom
+from personal chastisement, which appears to have tried him sorely. The
+poor boy, however, gained little by his petition, for the Earl addressed
+the council, and complained that certain officious persons "had stirred
+up the King against his learning, and spoken to him of divers matters
+not behoveful," and he begs that he may "have power over any or all of
+those belonging to his household, and to exchange them for others if he
+should find it necessary. Also that none be admitted to have speech with
+the King, except he or some persons appointed be present." He besides
+besought them to stand by him when the King begins "to grudge and loathe
+his chastising him for his faults, and to impress their young King with
+their assent that he be chastised for his defaults or trespasses, and
+that for awe thereof he forbear to do amiss, and entered the more busily
+to virtue and to learning."
+
+So Henry, like any other school-boy, submitted, and said no more until
+he entered on his sixteenth year, when he demanded to be admitted into
+the council, and to be made acquainted with the affairs of his kingdom.
+This was granted, and he was after this allowed to conduct his own
+affairs.
+
+
+
+
+CHILDREN'S SAYINGS.
+
+
+Georgie was a sharp-eyed little fellow still in frocks, who saw
+everything, and blurted right out what he thought of it. One morning,
+while he was playing with his toys at his mother's feet, a lady called,
+bringing with her one of the homeliest little pug-nosed pet dogs that
+ever lived. Georgie was all attention at once, and his eyes followed
+Pinkie wherever he went. Presently the little dog came and sat right
+down before him, and looking straight in his face, wagged his tail, and
+seemed delighted to see him. Georgie stared at him for a while, and then
+looked up earnestly into the lady's face, then at the dog, and then at
+the lady again, as if trying to make out a puzzle. Finally, when he had
+settled it, out it came. "Mamma," he asked, "hasn't Mrs. Donson dot a
+nose just like Pinkie's?" and the worst of it was that it was true.
+Mamma tried to smooth the matter over, but Mrs. Johnson never forgave
+Georgie.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Everybody has heard of the little girl who, on being asked, after her
+first visit to an Episcopal church, how she liked the service, replied
+that it was "all very nice, only the man preached in his shirt
+sleeves." That story may or may not be true, but it is true that a
+little girl in New Jersey said on a similar occasion, "Oh, mamma, the
+minister had on a long white apron to keep his clothes clean."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Another young church-goer, the daughter of a well-known Baptist
+clergyman in Brooklyn, who was a critic in her way, and who had a faint
+suspicion that anecdotes generally were "made up" for the occasion, went
+one day with her father to hear his Thanksgiving sermon. He told a
+melting story about his poor blind brother who, notwithstanding his
+infirmity, was always cheerful and happy. The audience was deeply
+impressed, and many, including the speaker himself, were moved to tears.
+On her return home, Mary, we will call her, said, with deep earnestness,
+"Papa, when you were telling that about Uncle Nat this morning, did you
+say the real truth, or were you only preaching?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A four-year-old Sunday-school girl did the best she could with a
+question that was asked of the infant class. Said the teacher, reading
+from Isaiah, xxxvii. 1: "'And it came to pass, when King Hezekiah heard
+it that he rent his clothes.' Now what does that mean, children--he
+_rent_ his clothes?" Up went a little hand. "Well, if you know, tell
+us."
+
+"Please, ma'am," said the child, timidly, "I s'pose he hired 'em out."
+(This is an actual fact, and the name of the town where it occurred
+begins with "M.")
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A pretty anecdote is told of a little girl to whom the unseen world is
+very real. "Where does God live, mamma?" she asked, one evening, after
+saying her prayers.
+
+"He lives in heaven, my dear, in the Celestial City whose streets are
+paved with gold."
+
+"Oh yes, I know that, mamma," she said, with great solemnity; "but
+what's His _number_?"
+
+Doubtless she expected to go there one day, and wanted to make sure of
+finding the way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"How does the Lord make cats?" asked an inquisitive little fellow, who
+was always trying to find out the whys and wherefores of things. "Does
+He make the cats first, and sew the tails on, or does He make the tails
+first, and sew the cats on?" Every clergyman who comes to the house is
+asked the same question, but no satisfactory reply has yet been given.
+He threatens now that unless he finds out very soon, he will take his
+favorite Topsy all to pieces, and see for himself.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A little girl in Oil City is just recovering from a severe attack of
+scarlet fever. During her illness she has been greatly petted by her
+indulgent parents, who bought her any number of toys and nice things. A
+few days ago, as she was sitting up, she said, "Mamma, I believe I'll
+ask papa to buy me a baby carriage for my doll." The brother--a
+precocious youngster of only six years of age, spoke up at once, and
+said, "I would advise you to strike him for it right away, then; you
+won't get it when you get well."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A little girl went timidly into a store at Bellaire, Ohio, the other
+morning, and asked the clerk how many shoe-strings she could get for
+five cents.
+
+"How long do you want them?" he asked.
+
+"I want them to keep," was the answer, in a tone of slight surprise.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+It was just after Christmas, and Kenneth's mind was full of the story of
+the Babe who was born at Bethlehem. When, therefore, he was taken into
+mamma's room to see his new little brother, he looked with wonder on the
+dainty cradle, trimmed with lace and ribbons, wherein the little baby
+lay, and asked, in an awed whisper, "Mamma, is that a _manger_?"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A neighbor asked a little girl the other day if her father wasn't one of
+the pillars of the Miamus M. E. Church. "No, indeed," she warmly
+replied; "they don't have any _pillows_ there."
+
+
+
+
+I SHOULD LIKE TO KNOW.
+
+
+  When in budding trees
+    Bluebirds sweetly sing,
+  And the pretty early flowers
+    Come to welcome spring,
+  "No more cold," we _think_,
+    "No more sleety rain";
+  But sometimes old Winter turns,
+    Mocking, back again.
+
+  Then the bluebirds hide,
+    And the buds stand still,
+  And the flowers droop and shrink
+    With a sudden chill,
+  And the young vines stop
+    Growing in the wood,
+  Waiting patiently until
+    He is gone for good.
+
+  But when, some fine night,
+    In a friendly throng,
+  From the swampy places where
+    They have slept so long
+  Hop the frogs, and all
+    Loudly croak together,
+  _Then_ there will be, we are _sure_,
+    No more wintry weather;
+
+  And the birds rejoice,
+    And the buds unfold,
+  And the sun upon the grass
+    Lies in bars of gold.
+  Now I'd like to know,
+    For it's surely so,
+  How when spring is _really_ here
+    Frog-folks chance to know.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHAMOIS AND THEIR FOES.
+
+
+The only European species of the antelope family are the chamois
+(_Antelope rupicapra_), which inhabit the highest regions of the Alps,
+the Pyrenees, and the Caucasus. On inaccessible cliffs and rocky crags
+these graceful mountaineers make their home, and except when disturbed
+by the approach of man, lead a peaceful and harmless life. The chamois
+resembles the wild goat of the Alps, but is more elastic and spry. It is
+especially distinguished from it by the absence of beard, and by its
+black glistening horns, which are curved like a hook and pointed.
+
+In the spring the chamois is very light-colored, but as summer advances,
+its coat assumes a reddish-brown hue, which by December often becomes
+coal black. Its eyes are large, black, and full of intelligence, and its
+delicate hoofs are surrounded by a projecting rim which renders it
+firm-footed and able to march with ease over the great glaciers or along
+narrow ledges of rock.
+
+These pretty animals live in herds, five, ten, and sometimes twenty
+together. They are merry, wise creatures, graceful and agile in their
+movements, and spring from cliff to cliff and across chasms with
+extraordinary lightness and sureness of foot.
+
+In the winter the chamois seek the upper forests on the mountain slopes,
+where, under the shelter of the widely branching umbrella fir, the
+drooping boughs of which hang almost to the ground, they find snug
+quarters, and long dry grass for winter provender.
+
+The opening of spring in the Swiss Alps is attended by many wonderful
+phenomena. It would seem that no power was strong enough to break the
+icy chain in which the high Alps are bound fast; but there comes a day,
+generally early in April, when beautifully tinted veils of cloud form
+over the southern horizon, and a death-like stillness prevails in the
+mountains. The eye of the experienced hunter detects this sign in a
+moment, and knows it to be the token of approaching danger. If among the
+glaciers, he hastens to the valley below, where he finds the villages in
+commotion. Sheep and cattle are being hurriedly housed, and everything
+being secured against the dreaded _Foehn_, which is surely coming from
+beyond those rose-tinted clouds in the south. The _Foehn_ is a warm wind
+which, in the spring, comes blowing northward from the hot African
+desert. On a sudden the stillness is broken by a terrible rushing sound,
+and a burning breath like fire strikes on the snowy pinnacles and
+glaciers. All nature is soon in an uproar. Mighty banks of snow,
+loosened from their winter resting-place, roar and rumble down the
+mountain-side in avalanches, bearing huge rocks and giant trees in their
+arms. The whole winter architecture of the mountains crumbles to ruins
+before the burning desert wind.
+
+[Illustration: BATTLE OF THE CHAMOIS.]
+
+When the storm is over the great ice beds and banks of snow cease their
+pranks, and peace reigns once more in the mountains. But the strength of
+winter is broken. The _Foehn_ returns again and again, and soon patches
+of bluish-green begin to appear here and there among the high
+precipitous crags. When the highest mountain pastures are open, the
+chamois leave their forest retreat, and troop upward into the most lofty
+regions. Here they lead a happy life. They are most frolicsome in the
+autumn, and may be seen for hours together gambolling and chasing each
+other upon the very smallest ledges of rock, where it would seem almost
+impossible to maintain a foothold. There are sometimes bitter fights,
+too, between the male chamois, terrible contests for leadership.
+Grappling each other with their horns, they battle until the superiority
+of strength is decided.
+
+The chamois is very shy, and is always on the alert. Its sense of
+hearing, of smell, and of sight is very acute, and the most skillful
+hunter will sometimes search the mountain pastures for days without
+securing his game. When the troop is grazing, a sentinel is always
+appointed, who stands on the watch sniffing the air. At the least
+approach of danger the careful sentinel gives a shrill whistling signal
+of warning, and instantly the troop is filing off between the rocks and
+along the chasms, where no human foot could follow, all whistling
+together as they march. The only chance of the hunter to escape
+detection by these watchful creatures is to approach them from above,
+for, as if conscious that there are few so daring as to penetrate the
+upper regions of eternal snow, the sharp eye of the sentinel is on the
+look-out for danger from below.
+
+As the greatest skill and courage are required to secure this valuable
+game, a good chamois-hunter is a person of importance in the wild Swiss
+valley where he lives, and the family of which he is a member glory in
+his deeds, and relate them to awe-struck listeners around the evening
+fireside. Chamois-hunting is the central point around which cluster all
+the charms of romance and dangerous adventure; it is the subject of many
+popular ballads, and its hold upon the imagination of the people is
+wonderful. Chamois skulls adorned with the black hooked horns may be
+seen among the most precious treasures of many a Swiss household, each
+one suggestive of some tale of wonderful bravery and endurance.
+
+The chamois-hunters of Switzerland lead a strange life. None knows when
+he departs from his home in the morning with his gun, ammunition, and
+alpen-stock, if he will ever return from the mysterious misty heights
+towering before him far aloft in the clouds. The pursuit of the chamois
+will often lead him to the narrowest boundaries between life and death,
+to overhanging cliffs, and across gorges where even the falling of a bit
+of turf or the loosening of a stone would be fatal. Up, up, the hunter
+must go in search of the cunning game, until lost among the cliffs, and
+blinded by the thick mists which appear as clouds to those in the valley
+below, he may often wander in the trackless solitudes for days, with the
+terrible roar of avalanches sounding in his ears, before being able to
+return to his home. And yet in face of all these dangers, the Swiss,
+apart from the price they obtain for the flesh, skin, and horns of the
+chamois, have an inborn love of this sport, and stories are told of many
+celebrated hunters, men to whom every rock, tree, and path on the high
+mountains was as familiar as the streets of their native village, and
+who feared neither fogs, snowstorms, nor avalanches. But few of these
+hunters, however, have died at home in their beds, for in the end
+accident overtook them, and their lofty hunting ground became their
+grave.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE RED WILLOW AND ITS USES.]
+
+INDIANS AND RED WILLOW.
+
+
+To the Indians of the great Western plains the red willow, which is only
+found in that country, proves so very useful that its loss would be
+greatly felt by them. It is a bushy growth, never reaching more than
+fifteen or twenty feet in height, and is found along the river-banks,
+where it grows rapidly and in great abundance.
+
+The Indian most values the red willow because from its bark he makes
+what to him is a very good substitute for tobacco. To do this he strips
+one of the long, slender shoots of its leaves, and with his knife cuts
+the bark until it hangs from the wood in little shreds. Then he thrusts
+the stick into the fire, but not so that it will burn, only so that the
+bark will become thoroughly dried. When this is done, he carefully rubs
+it between his hands until it is crumbled almost to a powder.
+
+This willow-bark powder he mixes with a small quantity of real tobacco,
+if he has any; if not, he mixes it with the dried and crumbled leaf of a
+small and very bitter shrub that grows on the mountain-sides, and has a
+leaf looking somewhat like our box-wood. The Indians call it
+killicanick, and often mix it with tobacco when they have no red willow.
+So fond are the Indians of their red-willow tobacco that they prefer it
+to the real unmixed article, which seems to be too strong for them.
+
+The squaws use the red willow to make temporary shelters or wick-i-ups,
+which are used instead of the heavy skin lodges, or tepees, when the
+Indians are on the move, and only camp in one place for a night or so.
+
+When a pleasant spot by some running stream, where there is plenty of
+red willow, has been fixed upon for a camping-place, and a fire has been
+lighted, the squaws cut a quantity of the willow, and, making a rude
+framework of the larger branches, of which the butt-ends are fixed
+firmly into the ground, and the small ends bound together to look like a
+small dome, they weave the smaller branches and twigs in and out until
+the whole affair looks like a great leafy basket turned upside down. The
+entrance is very low, and when once inside, a grown person can only lie
+or sit down, for if he should stand up, he would probably lift the house
+with him.
+
+While the squaws are building the wick-i-ups the Indian has been
+stretched on the ground, smoking his long-stemmed pipe, with its stone
+or iron bowl, or else he has been kneeling beside the fire preparing his
+much-loved red-willow tobacco. Over the same fire is hung a jack rabbit,
+skinned, and spitted upon a slender red-willow stick, and from a tree
+near by the baby swings in his red-willow cradle.
+
+From the same red willow the squaws make baskets and mats. On its tender
+twigs the ponies browse in winter, when the grass is covered deep with
+snow. And to these same red-willow thickets the Indians go in winter in
+search of deer or antelope, which are pretty sure to be found browsing
+among them.
+
+So you see the Indian has good reason to be fond of the red willow, and
+he dreads the approach of white farmers, who clear it off from the rich
+bottom-lands wherever they locate, for it is on these lands that they
+can raise their heaviest crops of corn.
+
+
+
+
+"THIS LITTLE PIG STAID AT HOME."
+
+BY MARY DENSEL.
+
+
+Six tow heads bobbing about a pen in the big barn. In the pen were
+thirteen small pigs, all squealing as only small pigs know how to
+squeal.
+
+The owners of two of the tow heads soon departed. They were Solomon and
+Isaac. Being fourteen years old, they were too ancient to care much for
+pigs. Elias and John also went away. They had business elsewhere in the
+shape of woodchuck traps. Philemon would fain have lingered near, had he
+not made an engagement to play "two old cat" with Tom Tadgers.
+
+As for Romeo Augustus, no charm of bat or ball would have drawn him from
+that pen, since he had seen one of the small pigs stagger about in a
+strange fashion, and then sink down in a corner. Something was wrong
+with that pig.
+
+Romeo Augustus peered and peeped. At last into the pen he climbed, and
+caught the little pig in his arms.
+
+Then there was a hubbub indeed. Up rushed the mother in terrible
+excitement. Round and round spun the twelve brothers and sisters, each
+crying, "No, no, no, no," in a voice as fine as a knitting-needle, and
+as sharp as a razor edge.
+
+But Romeo Augustus kept a steady head. Back over the pen he scrambled,
+pig and all, and sat down on the barn floor to find out the trouble.
+
+Ah! here was enough to make any pig stagger. Two little legs dangled
+helplessly--one fore-leg, one hind-leg. The bones were broken.
+
+At first Romeo Augustus was tempted to weep. What good would that do? It
+was far better to coax the bones into place, put sticks up and down for
+splints, and bind one leg tight with his neck-tie, the other with his
+very best pocket-handkerchief.
+
+It was not an easy job. The pig did writhe and twist, while the frantic
+mother danced up and down in the pen behind, and drove the surgeon
+nearly crazy with her noise. But he toiled bravely on, and when at last
+the operation was done, the heart of Romeo Augustus was knit unto that
+small pig in bonds of deep affection.
+
+"I love him as if he was my--_daughter_," said Romeo Augustus,
+solemnly. He did not confide this to his twin brother Philemon: Philemon
+would have jeered. He told it to Elias, who was poetical, and had a soul
+for sentiment. Elias nodded, and said,
+
+"Just so!" That showed sympathy. He also added, "Why don't you keep him
+for your own, and call him Leggit or Bones?"
+
+"No," answered Romeo Augustus, with dignity; "his name shall be
+Mephibosheth, for the man who followed King David, and was lame in both
+his feet."
+
+For five weeks Romeo Augustus nursed and fed and tended that pig. In
+time the legs grew strong. Mephibosheth was as brisk as any pig need be.
+Romeo Augustus rejoiced over him, and loved him more and more. So the
+days went on, until a certain morning dawned.
+
+The sun rose as usual; the cocks crowed as cheerfully as they always
+did. Solomon and Isaac had gone to drive the cows to pasture, as was
+their wont. Elias and John were peacefully skinning their woodchucks in
+the shed. Philemon had been sent back to his chamber (as he was every
+morning of his life) to brush his back hair. There was nothing to
+suggest the storm which was to break over Romeo Augustus, who stood by
+the kitchen stove watching the cook fry fritters.
+
+"Fizz, fiz-z-z, fiz-z-z," hissed the fritters.
+
+"_Aren't_ they going to be good!" said Romeo Augustus, smacking his
+lips.
+
+Suddenly came a voice. It was Romeo Augustus's father speaking to the
+man-servant:
+
+"Those little pigs are large enough to be killed. How many are there?
+Never mind. Carry them all to market to-morrow, and sell them for what
+they will bring. I don't want the trouble of raising them."
+
+Romeo Augustus listened in horror. "Large enough to be killed?" "Carry
+them all to market?" "_All?_ ALL?" Why, that included Mephibosheth.
+Terrible thought!
+
+Not a fritter did Romeo Augustus eat that morning. After breakfast he
+roamed aimlessly about the farm. He would not go near the barn. How
+could he look upon poor doomed Mephibosheth?
+
+Once he thought of going to his father, and pleading with him for his
+pig's life. But Romeo Augustus was shy, and somewhat afraid of his
+father, who was a stern man. So he kept his grief to himself, and
+meditated.
+
+Elias unconsciously deserted him at this time of need, and curdled Romeo
+Augustus's blood by asking twice for pork at dinner. Ask for pork? Why,
+speaking coarsely, Mephibosheth was also--_pork_. How could any one eat
+pork with such a relish? Romeo Augustus shivered, and kept his own
+counsel. All that afternoon he pondered. Then the darkness of night came
+on.
+
+The next morning off started the man-servant with his load of little
+pigs.
+
+"Have you all?" asked Romeo Augustus's father.
+
+"I would ha' swore, sir, there was thirteen, but it seems there was only
+twilve. Yes, sir, I has 'em all;" and away he drove.
+
+As for Romeo Augustus, a change came over him. Far from shunning the
+barn, he hung about it constantly. Moreover, he was always present when
+the cows were milked, morning and night. He had a playful trick of
+dipping his own tin cup into the foaming pail, and scampering away with
+it full to the brim. Nobody objected to that. If he chose to strain a
+point, and drink unstrained milk, he was welcome to do it.
+
+"And if you see fit to save half your dinner, and give it away, I am
+willing," said his mother, who was busy, and hardly noticed what Romeo
+Augustus asked her. "But you must _not_ soil your jacket fronts as you
+do. This is the fifth time within a week I have sponged your clothes."
+
+Soon after this, Philemon and Romeo Augustus were out in the barn,
+rolling over and over, burying themselves in the sweet-smelling hay.
+
+Suddenly Philemon pricked up his ears.
+
+"What's that?" quoth he. "I heard a little pig squealing. Where can he
+be?"
+
+"Philemon," said Romeo Augustus, earnestly, "let's climb to that top
+mow, and jump down. Hurrah! It's a good twenty feet. Come on, if you
+dare!"
+
+If he dare! Of course he dared. It was great fun to launch one's self
+into space, and come whirling down on the hay. There was just enough
+danger of breaking one's neck to give spice to the treat. How Romeo
+Augustus did scurry about, hustling Philemon whenever he stopped to
+breathe, and urging him on, shouting at the top of his lungs,
+
+"One more jump, old boy. Hurrah! Hurray!"
+
+Philemon had no spare time in which to wonder if he heard a small pig
+squeal.
+
+That very night, when all the family was wrapped in slumber, Elias felt
+a hand on his shoulder. Another hand was on his mouth, to prevent any
+exclamation.
+
+"Come with me," whispered Romeo Augustus; and he held out Elias's jacket
+and trousers. Elias took the hint, also the clothes. Down the stairs
+crept the two. Out the front door, which would creak, into the moon-lit
+yard stole they. Elias's eyes were snapping with excitement; for, as I
+said, Elias was poetical, and, like all poets, he was always expecting
+something to turn up. At this present he was on the look-out for what he
+called "the Gibbage."
+
+Elias himself had grown to believe the marvellous stories he told his
+brothers. He had full faith in the Lovely Lily Lady, who lived in the
+attic; in the Mealy family, with their sky-blue faces and pea-green
+hands, in the cobwebby meal chest under the barn eaves; in the Peely
+family, who inhabited the tool-box in the shed, and whose heads were
+like baked apples with the peel taken off; in the big black bird, which
+came from the closet under the stairs at night, and flew through the
+chambers to dust the boys' clothes with its wings.
+
+And now Elias had suspected in his own mind that there existed a
+creature, somewhat like a mouse, somewhat like a red flower-pot, which
+glided around during the night-watches to sharpen slate-pencils, smooth
+out dog-ears from school-books, erase lead-pencil marks, polish up
+marbles, straighten kite strings, put the "suck" into brick-suckers, and
+otherwise make itself useful. If there were not such a creature, there
+ought to be, and Elias became daily surer that there was. He called it
+"the Gibbage."
+
+Perchance Romeo Augustus had caught a glimpse of it. No wonder Elias's
+eyes snapped as he was hurried across the yard, and led back of the
+barn, where there was a space between the underpinning and the ground.
+By lying flat one could wriggle his way under the barn, and when once
+beneath, there was room to stand nearly up-right.
+
+"Elias," said Romeo Augustus, breathlessly, "I keep Mephibosheth under
+here."
+
+"Sakes and daisies!" gasped Elias.
+
+That was a very strong expression. When somewhat moved, Elias often
+exclaimed, "Sakes!" but when he added, "and daisies!" it was a sign he
+was stirred to his inmost depths.
+
+"Sakes and daisies!" said Elias.
+
+"Yes," Romeo Augustus went on, "I heard father say he didn't want the
+trouble of raising him, so I concluded I would. But nobody must see him
+till he's raised, and Philemon he heard him this very day. I must take
+him somewhere else. Where, Elias, oh, where can I carry him?"
+
+Elias frowned and pondered. He was grieved not to have discovered "the
+Gibbage," but he would do the handsome thing by Romeo Augustus.
+
+Half an hour later the jolly old moon nearly fell out of the sky for
+laughing. There were Elias and Romeo Augustus straining and tugging,
+coaxing and scolding, trying with might and main to stifle the
+expostulations of Mephibosheth, as they bore him down to an unmowed
+meadow.
+
+The ox-eye daisies opened their sleepy petals to see what all the stir
+was about. The buttercups and dandelions craned themselves forward to
+peep.
+
+Down in the meadow the boys drove a stake, and to it they fastened
+Mephibosheth. It was no joke taking food to him now. The unmowed meadow
+was in sight of the house, and it seemed as if one or another of the
+boys was always at the window. But Elias aided Romeo Augustus, and
+between them Mephibosheth got his daily rations. Surely he was safe at
+last. Far from it.
+
+"Who has been trampling the grass in the north pasture?" asked Romeo
+Augustus's father, a fortnight later. "I followed the path made by feet
+that had no right there. At the end I found a stake. Tied to the stake I
+found a--"
+
+Solomon and Isaac looked surprised. John and Philemon shook their heads.
+They knew nothing of the matter. Elias and Romeo Augustus quaked.
+
+"At the end I found a--" repeated their father, gazing sternly round the
+table--"I found a--"
+
+"_Pig_," said Romeo Augustus, in the smallest possible voice; and he
+fled from the table in an agony of tears. His labor had been in vain.
+After all, Mephibosheth must die. How could he endure it? He dared not
+glance out of the window of the chamber where he had taken refuge, lest
+he should behold Mephibosheth led to slaughter. It seemed as if his
+heart would break in two.
+
+But listen! What is that noise? A clatter as of falling boards. There is
+a sound as of hammering. At first it seems to Romeo Augustus like
+Mephibosheth's death-knell. Thud, thud, thud, go the blows. Drawn almost
+against his will, Romeo Augustus stealthily approaches the window. He
+glances fearfully out. What does he see? His father pounding busily,
+making--what is he making? Can it be? It is--it is a _pen_.
+
+"Father!" gasps Romeo Augustus.
+
+His father looks up and smiles. "Your pig must have a house to live in,"
+says he. "I can't have my meadow grass trampled."
+
+Before noon Mephibosheth was in his new quarters. There was a parlor
+with two pieces of carpet on the floor; there was a chamber with plenty
+of straw, whereon Mephibosheth could repose; there was a dining-room,
+with what, in common language, might be termed a trough.
+
+Such a life as that pig led! He was cared for tenderly. He was washed
+all over every morning, and put to bed every night. He was not a very
+brilliant pig as far as his intellect went, it must be confessed. He
+could do no tricks with cards; he could not be taught to jump through a
+hoop.
+
+One year passed; Mephibosheth was large. Two years went by; Mephibosheth
+was wonderful. I would I could say he was _plump_; that word does not
+begin to express his condition. It would be pleasant to call him
+_stout_; that would not give the glimmer of an idea of his size.
+_Corpulent_ would be a refined way of stating it. Alas! corpulent means
+nothing as far as Mephibosheth is concerned. That animal measured _seven
+feet and twenty-two inches_ round his body. He weighed--truth is great,
+and must be spoken--he weighed _five hundred and fifty and two-third
+pounds_.
+
+He could not walk; his legs were pipe-stems under him. He could scarcely
+breathe. That is the excuse for what happened.
+
+One day Romeo Augustus came home from school. Mephibosheth's pen was
+empty. Mephibosheth's pen would be empty for evermore. That is a gentle
+way of telling the story. In vain it was explained to Romeo Augustus
+that Mephibosheth's life had become a burden; that common humanity
+demanded his departure. In vain Philemon offered three fish-hooks and a
+jackknife by way of solace. In vain Solomon was sure his father would
+present a calf to the mourner for a pet.
+
+Elias was the only one who gave the least comfort.
+
+"We will make a tombstone, and I will write an epitaph," said he.
+
+Soon he brought a board, on which were drawn an urn and a couple of
+consumptive weeping-willows (for Elias was an artist as well as a poet),
+and underneath were these lines, which being written partly in old
+English spelling, were so much the more consoling:
+
+  Sacred to the Memorie
+  of
+  MEPHIBOSHETH.
+
+  Kinde Reader, pause and drop a teare,
+  Y^e Pig his bodie lieth here;
+  Y^e Auguste third of fiftie-nine
+  Was when his sun dyd cease to shine.
+  He broke two legs, which gave him wo;
+  He doctored was by Romeo,
+  Who cherished him from yeare to yeare,
+  As by this notice doth appeare.
+  He fed him till he waxed soe big
+  He was obliged to hop the twig.
+  Y^e friends do sadly raise their waile,
+  And fondly eke preserve his tayle.
+
+"And here's his tail," said Elias, presenting the pathetic memento.
+
+"The only trouble is in the line, 'Y^e Pig his bodie lieth here,'"
+sobbed Romeo Augustus. "It doesn't lie here. He's been sold to a
+butcher."
+
+"It's Elias who '_lieth_ here,'" remarked Isaac.
+
+That was a heartless joke. No one was so low as to laugh at it.
+
+"They often have monuments without the--the--the body," said Elias, with
+great delicacy.
+
+Romeo Augustus was content.
+
+He is a grown man now, but to this very day he keeps Mephibosheth's
+monument. It is nailed on the wall of his chamber. He sometimes smiles
+when he looks at it, but he does not take it down.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HAVING A LITTLE FUN.]
+
+
+
+
+THE TAILOR AND THE WOLVES.
+
+TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.
+
+
+Ever so long ago there lived a tailor's apprentice, a merry,
+light-hearted fellow, but with a large hump, so that he always looked
+like a country-woman going to market on a Saturday, carrying her goods
+on her back.
+
+One night, as he was returning from some festivity in the town, he had
+to go through a thick wood, in which it was so dark that he could not
+see his hand before his face. As he was dawdling along quite merrily,
+and whistling the tune of the last waltz that he had danced, he lost his
+way, and fell into a deep pit, so that sight and hearing forsook him,
+and he gave himself up for lost. But when he found out that he was
+unhurt after the fall, he began to cry pitiably and to call for help,
+till he suddenly heard talking not far off.
+
+In the pit, which sloped sideways far down into the earth, lived a large
+wolf with his wife and two little ones, and when they had heard the
+tailor's fall and screams, the old wolf said, joyfully, to his wife,
+
+"Be quick, my dear, hang the pot over the fire; I think we shall have
+something good to-night."
+
+These words reached the ears of the tailor, who, in the deepest anxiety
+for his life, became as still as a mouse.
+
+But the wolf opened the door of his den, put a lamp in his paw, and
+peered all round till he had discovered the tailor, whom he then seized
+by the legs, and, without more ado, dragged into his sitting-room.
+
+When he was about to be killed, the poor fellow cried and bemoaned
+himself in such a heart-rending manner that the wife, who was a good
+soul, put in a word for him to her husband.
+
+"Well, then," said the wolf, "he may live, but he must never return to
+men, or he would betray us; he must stay here and become a wolf."
+
+"Most joyfully," said the tailor, "for I would rather live as a wolf
+than be cooked and eaten as a man."
+
+Whereupon the wolf fetched one of his old furs out of the cupboard, and
+his wife had to sew the tailor into it.
+
+So the tailor staid with them, soon learned to howl perfectly, and to
+walk on all fours; besides which, he became quite expert in catching
+rabbits.
+
+One day, when they had all gone out hunting together, it happened that
+the King of the same land was also hunting in the wood. As soon as the
+hunters came near the wolves, they and the tailor took to their heels.
+
+They ran into a neighboring thicket, and hid themselves behind some
+bushes, when the old wolf whispered to the others to keep quiet, without
+fear, for he had seen no dogs, and without their help no huntsmen would
+find them.
+
+He spoke truly, for it so happened that a wild boar had killed every
+single dog.
+
+Then it occurred to the King to take a pinch of snuff; after which he
+sneezed violently.
+
+The tailor, who had not yet lost his knowledge of polite ways, said,
+respectfully, "Your health, sire!"
+
+When the King heard these words he rode toward the bush, and all his
+huntsmen followed him.
+
+Here they perceived the wolves, and the King and his companions set up a
+loud shout of joy. They threw their spears so well that only the old
+wolf could escape; and the tailor was the last to be seen, because he
+had hidden himself so well, but before the huntsmen could aim at him, he
+had rolled himself, howling piteously, toward the King, saying,
+
+"I beg your pardon, sire; I am really a tailor's apprentice, and only by
+accident among the wolves."
+
+Then they all began to laugh, and a huntsman cut him out of his skin. A
+horse also was brought, that he might ride by the King's side and relate
+his tale.
+
+"Tailor," then said the King, very graciously, "you have caused me much
+amusement, and if you like you may remain with me."
+
+This speech pleased the little man right well, and he rode straight away
+to the castle, where he lived in joy and luxury for some time, as the
+King's court and private tailor.
+
+But the old wolf, who had escaped with his life, felt raging anger
+against all human beings, especially toward the tailor, who had been the
+cause of the death of his wife and children, and he determined to
+revenge himself.
+
+So he lay continually on the watch, and any man who appeared in his
+sight was a child of death. The whole land was full of grief and sorrow,
+for hardly a day passed in which at least one human being did not meet
+with a sorrowful end in the grip of the fierce old wolf.
+
+But he said, "It is not yet enough; they must all come to it; and the
+tailor shall suffer the most for bringing about the death of my wife and
+children, because he could not hold his tongue."
+
+Saying which he went to the castle, where the tailor was just looking
+out of the window smoking a pipe.
+
+"Fellow!" said the wolf, "you must die, or I can not rest."
+
+Terror seized the little man, and he told the King what the wolf had
+threatened.
+
+"Wait, tailor," answered the King; "it is now high time that we should
+catch this wretch, even if it costs me my only daughter. He has not even
+respect for the court tailor; so what will such conduct lead to? And
+besides, he is eating up all my subjects, which I can not allow; for if
+I have no subjects, I can no longer be a king."
+
+He spoke, and caused it to be proclaimed through the whole land that he
+who brought the wolf alive should be his son-in-law.
+
+The tailor had not dared to leave the castle for days, for fear of the
+monster; but at length he could sit still no longer, and went into the
+garden one bright summer's day. Suddenly the wolf sprang from behind a
+tree, caught the poor fellow by the tail of his coat, and dragged him
+far into the wood, in spite of all his wriggling and screaming.
+
+"Rascal of a tailor!" said he; "you have brought me into misery,
+therefore you must die."
+
+Then, in his dire need, a cunning, artful idea occurred to the tailor,
+and he exclaimed, "Look! there come the huntsmen!" and as the wolf
+turned round in alarm, the tailor leaped on to his back, and held his
+hands tightly over the creature's eyes.
+
+Then the wolf ran as he had never run in his life before, so that each
+moment he thought his hated rider must fall to the ground.
+
+And as the creature could not see, the tailor guided him toward the
+castle, to an open stable door; there got down, pushed him into one of
+the stalls, and then bolted the door on the outside.
+
+The King was highly delighted that the tailor was such a cunning fellow,
+and consented that the betrothal to his daughter should take place at
+once.
+
+The wolf was hanged, and his skin, which the tailor received among his
+wedding gifts, has been preserved to the present day, and just now lies
+under the table, belonging to the author of this little tale.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: AN EASTER EGG.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+THE TALE Of A TAIL.
+
+
+  There was a rat lived in a mill--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
+  If she's not dead, she lives there still--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.
+
+  This rat she had a great long tail--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
+  One day she caught it on a nail--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  She pulled so hard she pulled it out--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
+  And then she turned herself about--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.
+
+  At home I've got a little babee--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
+  I wonder if she will know me--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+  Oh, mother! mother! where's your tail?--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.
+  Yonder it hangs upon a nail--
+    Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.]
+
+
+It gives us the greatest pleasure to receive all the pretty favors which
+come to us by every mail from all parts of the country. Those
+communications which we think will be of interest to other children we
+print whenever we can make space for them, and all, without any
+exception, are carefully read, and their receipt acknowledged. These
+letters give pleasant, satisfactory glimpses into many homes, and we see
+the group of eager young faces watching, as they tell us, "for papa to
+bring our paper." Do not be disappointed, any of you, when you fail to
+find your pretty letter, which you have written so carefully and neatly,
+printed in the Post-office Box. We can not print all. If we did, you
+would have no stories to read, no pictures to look at--nothing but
+letters; for your busy little brains and fingers would fill the whole
+paper every week if we did not crowd some of you out. But keep on
+writing, for we like to hear what stories please you best, and in what
+subjects you are most interested. In that way there is always a mutual
+understanding between us, and our acquaintance is more likely to be
+intimate and lasting. We are also very much interested in what children
+write about the seasons in different regions of the country, showing how
+spring advances from Texas up into the far northern State of Oregon.
+Such letters are always interesting and instructive. One request we
+would make, that is, always write your signature very distinctly. Often
+we can not make out even your initials, and your name may be misprinted
+in our acknowledgments.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  WARREN, OHIO, _March 1, 1880_.
+
+     The robins and the bluebirds came here about the middle of
+     February, and if it does not get colder, willow "pussies" will be
+     out in a few days. Please tell me what the "wind-flower" is. I do
+     not think, as Bertie Brown does, that people ought to send the
+     Indians something to eat, for mamma had an uncle who lived in
+     Minnesota, and he used to feed them whenever they came, and they
+     killed him and three of his children. So I don't like Indians.
+
+  D. J. MYERS.
+
+The wind-flower is found in the early spring growing among dry leaves
+and in sunny nooks by old stone walls, sometimes in open pasture lands
+where the soil is damp. The blossoms, which are pale pinkish-white, grow
+on a stem from two to four inches in height. There is only one drooping
+flower on a stem. This plant is more properly called _anemone_, from
+_anemos_, a Greek word signifying wind. It is interesting to know that
+it was called anemone by the ancient Romans. Pliny alludes to it, and
+says it was called wind-flower because it opened its petals only when
+the wind blew.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  FAIRFIELD, ALABAMA.
+
+     My heart is gladdened once a week when papa says, "Daughter, here
+     is your paper." I am far away in the South, but Uncle Sam's mail
+     arrangement is so grand that it finds us all. I was eleven years
+     old last month, and had a nice birthday party. I go to school, and
+     love my teacher very much.
+
+  MAMIE JONES.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  ATLANTA, GEORGIA.
+
+     I have lived in the South two years, although I was born in Ohio.
+     There is never any snow here, and I long to get back North on
+     account of winter sports. Atlanta is surrounded by beautiful
+     scenery, and also by many traces of the war, such as intrenchments
+     and breastworks. In answer to Edwin A. H., I will say that I have
+     a cabinet, but have not so many specimens as he. I have minerals
+     and other things from many parts of the far West, collected by
+     myself, and also dried flowers from New Zealand, and a nut from
+     Vancouver Island.
+
+  JOHN G. WILSON.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  MONMOUTH, OREGON.
+
+     I thought I would drop a line to you, and let you know that I am
+     one of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE. I like it very much. I am nine
+     years old. I have a little brother who has some pet rabbits. I
+     left Wales with papa and mamma when I was three years old. Then I
+     could not speak a word of English, but now I don't remember a word
+     of Welsh. We are having lots of snow here this winter.
+
+  DAVID FOULKES.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  WRIGHTSTOWN, PENNSYLVANIA.
+
+     I live in a very quiet little village. Just across one field from
+     our house stands a house which was Washington's head-quarters at
+     the time of the Revolutionary war. About one-quarter of a mile
+     away there is a tree, more than a century old, under which
+     Washington stood just before he started for Trenton on
+     Christmas-night, 1776. He crossed the Delaware six miles east of
+     this place. Near this village is a barn two hundred years old.
+
+  ROSE W. SCOTT.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  ERIE, PENNSYLVANIA, _March 3, 1880_.
+
+     About five weeks ago a lady in this place found two pansies in
+     bloom in her garden, and last week a man told my papa he saw a
+     large flock of robins in some cherry-trees in his yard. If they
+     were looking for cherries, they were disappointed. Had they come
+     into our yard, they would have seen a large bed of bright yellow
+     crocuses. I am eight years old.
+
+  CARRIE L. WILLARD.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA.
+
+     In YOUNG PEOPLE No. 13 Joseph P. writes that he hatched a chicken
+     by putting the egg in ashes. I tried it. I put the egg in a
+     tobacco-box, and put it by the stove. Mamma's servant built a hot
+     fire, and the egg, instead of hatching, baked.
+
+  EDDIE E. PADDOCK (8 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  PETERSBURG, INDIANA.
+
+     I am a little girl seven years old, and I live on a farm with my
+     grandpa and grandma. My dear mamma died last December. It was very
+     hard to part with her, but I am not destitute of friends. I have
+     three uncles, who are very kind to me. I have a little
+     canary-bird. He is a beautiful singer, and is company for me. And
+     I have a large dog that plays with me every day. I call him Watch.
+     I can read in the Third Reader, although I never went to school
+     but one week in my life, on account of ill health. I have had the
+     chills for five years--not all the time, but very severe.
+
+  ANNA SHANDY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Answers to S. R. W.--including, however, no new words--are received from
+Polly Pleasant, Ethel S. M., Herbert W., Mamie E. F., Maud Chase, F. E.
+Bacon, B. E. S., Connie, Frank N. Dodd, Carrie S. Levey, R. W. Dawson,
+"School-Children," C. B. F.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  SALEM, NORTH CAROLINA.
+
+     Mamma takes YOUNG PEOPLE for me, and I like it very much. I made a
+     Soapboxticon to-day, and had trouble with it at first, but now it
+     works nicely. I hope all who try to make one will succeed as well
+     as I did.
+
+  A. H. PATTERSON.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+George F. Powers, Willie G. Lee, Frank Shennen, M. Paul Martin, and Fred
+A. Conklin report trouble with the Soapboxticon, but if they persevere,
+and carefully follow directions, they will soon have a pretty toy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  ATHENS, ALABAMA.
+
+     I must tell you how I enjoy YOUNG PEOPLE. My good uncle Henry
+     takes it for me. I must tell about my pet geese. Their names are
+     Boss and Susan. They are very gentle, and as smart as they can be.
+     I have a puppy named Bang-up. My grandpa named him. I am six years
+     old, and my mamma is writing this for me.
+
+  WILLIAM S. PEEBLES.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  EVANS MILLS, NEW YORK.
+
+     Can any one tell me who is the oldest man in the United States?
+
+  MADISON COOPER.
+
+Who among our young correspondents can answer this question?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  CHELTON MILLS, PENNSYLVANIA.
+
+     I have a bird named Cherry, and a dog named Jack; and I have a
+     little sister named Mae, and she is so cute. She has a doll, and
+     she nurses her so sweetly! I am eight years old, and I go to
+     school. We have heard robins and bluebirds singing.
+
+  ELLIE CARLE.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  BELLE PLAINE, MINNESOTA.
+
+     My kitty comes to my room every morning, and jumps upon my bed.
+     His name is Jim. He is a nice kitty, and full of play. He
+     scratches me sometimes awful hard, but I love him all the same. I
+     saw a picture in YOUNG PEOPLE of a little girl and her kitty.
+
+  ELVIRA F. IRWIN.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  ALLEGHENY, PENNSYLVANIA.
+
+     I have a canary named Frank. He used to bite my nose and fingers
+     when I put them in his cage, but he will not bite them now. I also
+     have a small turtle, whose shell is about two inches long. It came
+     from the Niagara River. It sleeps in winter, excepting when the
+     sun shines on it, and it will not eat. But in summer it eats flies
+     and bits of raw meat.
+
+  FLORENCE E. M.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  DENVER, COLORADO.
+
+     I have no pets to write about, but I expect to have a Newfoundland
+     dog soon. We live in a new house, and do not need a cat; but when
+     the rats come, we are going to get one. I have thirteen dolls. The
+     largest one has black hair and gray eyes, and her name is
+     Josephine. I am nine years old.
+
+  SADIE T.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  WALTHAM, MASSACHUSETTS.
+
+     I am seven years old. I have no brothers or sisters, but I have a
+     squirrel and a fish. The squirrel was caught after he made his
+     home in the woods, and he was so wild that he would bite if we
+     touched him; but we were so kind to him that he begins to feel
+     better. We let him out now, and he runs round the room, and I can
+     put my hand on him. My fish is the last of three. The other two
+     started to go back to their native river one night, and they fell
+     on the floor and were killed.
+
+  FRANKIE L. WHITNEY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+John B. M., Nicholas P. G., and Robbie C. write pretty stories of their
+pet cats, dogs, and foxes, which we regret having no room to print. In
+answer to Robbie's question, we would say that the bite of a fox is
+painful, but not dangerous like that of a dog.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+WILLIE R. C.--When you recover from your illness, and can write your
+"own self," we will print your letter if it is interesting.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+LOUDON ENGLE and HARRY D.--Pigeons like to eat bird seed, broken corn,
+or any kind of grain, and enjoy that kind of food much better than
+bread-crumbs. They need fresh water to drink, and will bathe now and
+then, like a canary, if they have a bath dish large enough to flutter
+in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+W. M. L.--There is many a one much older than you who would be glad to
+know an easy and quick way to make ten dollars. Unfortunately we can not
+tell you how to accomplish your object.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+META.--Your poetic idea of beauty is very pretty, and shows much
+imagination for such a little girl.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+BESSIE D. L.--Call your bird Rosie, and your kitty Clover. There was
+once a big Maltese cat named Clover who did many funny tricks, and lived
+to be very old. If you name your kitty after her, perhaps she will live
+as long.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+MARY B.--Your plan for a picture scrap-book is very good. Try to select
+some pictures of historical localities and celebrated buildings, and
+then, when you show your book to your little friends, you will have
+something interesting to tell them.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+CLARA M. H.--Your "old bachelor uncle" is very kind to send you YOUNG
+PEOPLE, and you will be glad to hear that a large number of other uncles
+have made their little nieces happy in the same way.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Favors are received from H. M. H., John V. Gould, Alfred D. S., W. E.
+Liddy, Fannie Spencer, Grace Field, P. S. Heffleman, Alice Maud T.,
+Beatrice W., Margaret Baird, Elva E. Groat, Eugene Lewis, Lucy Cole, May
+and Josie Minton, Gertie Harrison, Ella E. Ball, George Kohler, Fred
+Castle, Annie P., H. S. Richardson, "Theo. Glenwood," Horace G. S., C.
+Reynolds, George P., Addie and Minnie Goodnow, Frank Harris, Frank
+Fowler, W. H. W., Jessie I. Sturgis, Gordon C., Willie A. Kyh, G. M.
+Brockway, Arthur Mills, Katty Voorhees, Joseph A. U., May Harvey,
+C. E. C., Pierre F. C., Bertha Young, E. G. R., Nettie Carleton, Albert
+A. Bosworth, Mary S. Talbot, Samuel Maurer, Percy L., F. G., Diana S.,
+Oswald, C. W. L., Mattie E. Wilson, F. R. Newton, May H.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Correct answers to puzzles received from Louie E., Mabel Lowell, "Red
+Light," Bertie Collins, J. Turner, Mamie and Mattie S., Lily and Violet
+Levey, Loudon Engle, Georgie H. B., J. Cohen, G. K. Richards, Ernest B.
+Cooper, Fannie Peirce, Fred Brown, Fred H. T., Johnny W., Kate H.
+Talbot, Florence E. M., R. F. Losee, Otto M. Rau, Laura Wallis, Hen, A.
+Brigham, Ralph M. Fay, H. K. Pryer, W. P. D. M., J. M. Rector, George
+P. G., C. A. M., Peter Slane, Jessie Sansum, Emma Shaffer, J. D. P.,
+Ralph and Blanche S., Walter K., Nena Crommelin, G. E. Edwards, Tillie
+Mosley.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.
+
+No. 1.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in victim, but not in shoot.
+  My second is in blind, but not in mute.
+  My third is in rot, but not in decay.
+  My fourth is in linger, but not in stay.
+  My fifth is in bear, but not in man.
+  My sixth is in pot, but not in pan.
+  My whole is a beautiful flower.
+
+  JENNIE C. (10 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 2.
+
+NUMERICAL CHARADE.
+
+  I am composed of 21 letters.
+  My 4, 9, 5 is a boy's name.
+  My 7, 17, 3, 1, 2 is white and sparkling.
+  My 10, 11, 13, 20, 15 is a beast.
+  My 19, 14, 18, 8 is not sweet.
+  My 16, 6, 12, 21 grows on pine-trees.
+  My whole is a delight to all boys.
+
+  FRANK C. (12 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 3.
+
+HIDDEN CITIES.
+
+1. Play till dinner, Rosa; then sit and sew. 2. It either lies on the
+floor or leans against the wall. 3. The ship came into port on last
+Friday. 4. We walked over to Aunt Mary's. 5. How that dog ran! Ada could
+not catch it. 6. Go take a nap, Leslie; you look worn out. 7. The dog is
+mad; ride away quickly. 8. What made papa rise and dress so early this
+morning? 9. Why is Hesba sleepy to-day? 10. Be sure you come in
+December; Linton will be here then. 11. I laid a lily on Sadie's plate.
+
+  FANNY P. (12 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 4.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in candle, but not in lamp.
+  My second is in dark, and also in damp.
+  My third is in night, but not in day.
+  My fourth is in bed, but not in lay.
+  My fifth is in alley, but not in street.
+  My whole is something very sweet.
+
+  LAURA B. W.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 5.
+
+DOUBLE ACROSTIC.
+
+An ancient nation. A screen. To be silent. A country in Asia. Grain. A
+noise made by certain animals. Answer--Two rivers in the United States.
+
+  MARIE D. (12 years).
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+No. 6.
+
+ENIGMA.
+
+  My first is in warm, but not in cold.
+  My second is in deck, but not in hold.
+  My third is in lady, but not in man.
+  My fourth is in meal, but not in bran.
+  My fifth is in nick, but not in batter.
+  My sixth is in din, but not in clatter.
+  My seventh is in fright, but not in scare.
+  My eighth is in stallion, but not in mare.
+  My ninth is in county, but not in State.
+  My tenth is in manner, but not in gait.
+  And in these lines there can be found
+  The name of a general much renowned.
+
+  C. A. M.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN NO. 18.
+
+No. 1.
+
+Cincinnati.
+
+No. 2.
+
+  N antucke  T
+  A  thlon   E
+  S  aigo    N
+  H  udso    N
+  V  enic    E
+  I  llinoi  S
+  L   ewi    S
+  L ouisvill E
+  E   ri     E
+
+Nashville, Tennessee
+
+No. 3.
+
+Cellar.
+
+No. 4.
+
+  B O N E
+  O V A L
+  N A I L
+  E L L A
+
+No. 5.
+
+      C
+    A L E
+  C L E A R
+    E A R
+      R
+
+No. 6.
+
+Abraham Lincoln.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Charade on page 232--Brigade.
+
+
+
+
+ADVERTISEMENTS.
+
+
+
+
+CANDY
+
+Send one, two, three, or five dollars for a sample box, by express, of
+the best Candies in America, put up elegantly and strictly pure. Refers
+to all Chicago. Address
+
+  C. F. GUNTHER,
+  Confectioner,
+  78 MADISON STREET, CHICAGO.
+
+
+
+
+=KEEP YOUR BIRD= IN HEALTH AND SONG by using =SINGER'S PATENT GRAVEL
+PAPER=. Sold by Druggists and Bird Dealers.
+
+Depot, 582 Hudson St., N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.
+
+HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE will be issued every Tuesday, and may be had at
+the following rates--_payable in advance, postage free_:
+
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+
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+risk of loss.
+
+ADVERTISING.
+
+The extent and character of the circulation of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE
+will render it a first-class medium for advertising. A limited number of
+approved advertisements will be inserted on two inside pages at 75 cents
+per line.
+
+  Address
+  HARPER & BROTHERS,
+  Franklin Square, N. Y.
+
+
+
+
+OUR CHILDREN'S SONGS.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+     Our Children's Songs. Illustrated. 8vo, Ornamental Cover, $1.00.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever
+seen.--_New Bedford Mercury._
+
+This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for
+boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. The range of subjects is a
+wide one, and the book is handsomely illustrated.--_Philadelphia
+Ledger._
+
+It contains some of the most beautiful thoughts for children that ever
+found vent in poesy, and beautiful "pictures to match."--_Chicago
+Evening Journal._
+
+An excellent anthology of juvenile poetry, covering the whole range of
+English and American literature.--_Independent_, N. Y.
+
+Songs for the nursery, songs for childhood, for girlhood, boyhood,
+and sacred songs--the whole melody of childhood and youth bound in
+one cover. Full of lovely pictures; sweet mother and baby faces;
+charming bits of scenery, and the dear old Bible story-telling
+pictures.--_Churchman_, N. Y.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+HARPER & BROTHERS _will send the above work by mail, postage prepaid, to
+any part of the United States, on receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+The Child's Book of Nature.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+     The Child's Book of Nature, for the Use of Families and Schools:
+     intended to aid Mothers and Teachers in Training Children in the
+     Observation of Nature. In Three Parts. Part I. Plants. Part II.
+     Animals. Part III. Air, Water, Heat, Light, &c. By WORTHINGTON
+     HOOKER, M.D. Illustrated. The Three Parts complete in One Volume,
+     Small 4to, Half Leather, $1.31; or, separately, in Cloth, Part I.,
+     53 cents; Part II., 56 cents; Part III., 56 cents.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A beautiful and useful work. It presents a general survey of the kingdom
+of nature in a manner adapted to attract the attention of the child, and
+at the same time to furnish him with accurate and important scientific
+information. While the work is well suited as a class-book for schools,
+its fresh and simple style cannot fail to render it a great favorite for
+family reading.
+
+The Three Parts of this book can be had in separate volumes by those who
+desire it. This will be advisable when the book is to be used in
+teaching quite young children, especially in schools.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+CHILDREN'S
+
+PICTURE-BOOKS.
+
+     Square 4to, about 300 pages each, beautifully printed on Tinted
+     Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50
+     per volume.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals.
+
+     With Sixty Illustrations by HARRISON WEIR.
+
+The Children's Bible Picture-Book.
+
+     With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by STEINLE, OVERBECK,
+     VEIT, SCHNORR, &c.
+
+The Children's Picture Fable-Book.
+
+     Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations
+     by HARRISON WEIR.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Birds.
+
+     With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.
+
+The Children's Picture-Book of Quadrupeds and other Mammalia.
+
+     With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+Old Books for Young Readers.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Arabian Nights' Entertainments.
+
+     The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights'
+     Entertainments. Translated and Arranged for Family Reading, with
+     Explanatory Notes, by E. W. LANE. 600 Illustrations by Harvey. 2
+     vols., 12mo, Cloth, $3.50.
+
+Robinson Crusoe.
+
+     The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York,
+     Mariner. By DANIEL DEFOE. With a Biographical Account of Defoe.
+     Illustrated by Adams. Complete Edition. 12mo, Cloth, $1.50.
+
+The Swiss Family Robinson.
+
+     The Swiss Family Robinson; or, Adventures of a Father and Mother
+     and Four Sons on a Desert Island. Illustrated. 2 vols., 18mo,
+     Cloth, $1.50.
+
+     The Swiss Family Robinson--Continued: being a Sequel to the
+     Foregoing. 2 vols., 18mo, Cloth, $1.50.
+
+Sandford and Merton.
+
+     The History of Sandford and Merton. By THOMAS DAY. 18mo, Half
+     Bound, 75 cents.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Published by HARPER & BROTHERS, New York.
+
+_Sent by mail, postage prepaid, to any part of the United States, on
+receipt of the price._
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: EASTER REVERSES.--]
+
+
+  "Break, break, break,
+  For the tables are turned, we see;
+  And the damaged heads of the boys that are 'bumped'
+  Are warnings to you and me."
+
+  TENNYSON (_altered eg(g)regiously for the occasion_).
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: SOLUTIONS BY SUBSCRIBERS TO WIGGLE No. 9, AND A NEW
+WIGGLE, No. 10.]
+
+WIGGLES.
+
+
+Drawings of Wiggle No. 9, given on page 184 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No.
+15, have been sent in by Alph A. H., J. M. W., R. B. C., F. H. Denman,
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+J. R. G., R. S. G., J. S. E., Josie Vail, W. C. N., Willie R. H.,
+E. J. B., K. T., Entomologist, Bertha Childs, J. R., John H. Grensel,
+J. H. G., R. C. Jopp, Karst, B. R. I., I. H. J., George Town, Russ,
+C. T. Hamilton, Leon M. Forbes, W. F. Pinkham, E. T. J., M. H. V., Jessy
+Sander, Amenia G. Alger, Frank M. Richards, Morton D. H., F. G. Wurdman,
+K. T., Herbie Ferguson, C. H. Theberath, Willie H. Spiller, J. K. M.,
+Dollie Murdock, Theo. F. John, Percy and George, Aggie R. H., G. S. D.,
+Matthew Latin, Julia West, Olive Russell, Charles Conner, Willie R. C.
+Corson, Effie E. Parks, Margaret E., Carter Colquitt, M. O. K., Mattie
+L. F., B. H. Smith, Irwin McDowell, C. H. A., F. E. G., and E. We have
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