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diff --git a/42156-0.txt b/42156-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eba21c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/42156-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,895 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42156 *** + +THE + +NURSERY + +_A Monthly Magazine_ + +FOR YOUNGEST READERS. + +VOLUME XXX.--No. 1. + + BOSTON: + THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY, + NO. 36 BROMFIELD STREET. + 1881. + + + + + Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by + THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY, + In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. + +[Illustration: JOHN WILSON & SON UNIVERSITY PRESS] + + + + +[Illustration: Contents.] + + +IN PROSE. + + PAGE + Hide and Seek 193 + Flowers for Mamma 195 + Outwitted 197 + Zip Coon 199 + The Fuss in the Poultry-Yard 201 + Our Charley 206 + Drawing-Lesson 209 + More about "Parley-voo" 210 + The old Pump 214 + Winter on Lake Constance 215 + Swan-upping 216 + The Man in the Moon 219 + The Boy and the Cat 220 + + +IN VERSE. + + Hammock Song 196 + Rosie and the Pigs 198 + What's up 203 + Minding Mother 204 + Peet-Weet 207 + Baby's Ride 212 + Baby-Brother 222 + Under Green Leaves (_with music_) 224 + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration: HIDE AND SEEK. + +VOL. XXX.--NO. 1.] + + + + +HIDE-AND-SEEK. + + +WHERE is Charley? Where can the boy have gone? Just now he was here by +my side. Now he is out of my sight. I will call him. 'Charley, Charley, +my boy! where are you?' + +"No answer. Hark! I hear a noise up in that tree. Can that be Charley? +Oh, no! It is a bird. 'Little bird, have you seen a small boy with curly +hair? Tell me where to look for him.' + +"The bird will not tell me. I must ask the squirrel. 'Squirrel, have you +seen a boy with rosy cheeks?' Away goes the squirrel into a hole without +saying a word. + +"Ah! there goes a butterfly. I will ask him. 'Butterfly, have you seen a +boy, with black eyes, rosy cheeks, and curly hair?' The butterfly lights +on a bush. Now he flies again. Now he is off without making any reply. + +"Dear me! what shall I do? Is my little boy lost in the woods? Must I go +home without him? Oh, how can I live without my boy!" + +Out pops a laughing face from the bushes. + +"Here I am, mamma!" says Charley. "Don't cry. Here I am close by you." + +"Why, so you are. Come out here, you little rogue, and tell me where you +have been all this time." + +"I have been right behind this tree, and I heard every word you said," +says Charley. + +"What a joke that was! Why, Charley, you must have kept still for as +much as three minutes. I never knew you to do that before." + + IDA FAY. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +FLOWERS FOR MAMMA. + + +OUR readers will remember a picture of this same little girl as she was +taking her doll to ride. While Dolly was taking her nap, Grace ran into +the garden again. She flitted about among the flowers, as busy as a bee, +for a few minutes. Then she came running into the house. The picture +shows what she brought back to her mamma. + + JANE OLIVER. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +HAMMOCK SONG. + + + HEIGH-HO, to and fro! + How the merry breezes blow! + + Blue skies, blue eyes, + Baby, bees, and butterflies, + + Daisies growing everywhere, + Breath of roses in the air! + + Dollie Dimple, swing away, + Baby darling, at your play. + + MARY D. BRINE. + + + + +OUTWITTED. + + +ONE fine summer day a very hungry fox sallied out in search of his +dinner. After a while his eye rested on a young rooster, which he +thought would make a very good meal: so he lay down under a wall and hid +himself in the high grass, intending to wait until the rooster got near +enough, and then to spring on him, and carry him off. + +Suddenly, however, the rooster saw him and flew, in a great fright, to +the top of the wall. + +The fox could not get him there, and he knew it: so he came out from his +hiding-place, and addressed the rooster thus: "Dear me!" he cried, "how +handsomely you are dressed! I came to invite your magnificence to a +grand christening feast. The duck and the goose have promised to come, +and the turkey, though slightly ill, will try to come also. + +[Illustration] + +"You see that only those of rank are bidden to this feast, and we beg +you to adorn it with your splendid talent for music. We are to have the +most delicate little cock-chafers served up on toast, a delicious salad +of earthworms, in fact all manner of good things. Will you not return +then with me to my house?" + +"Oh ho!" said the rooster, "how kind you are! What fine stories you +tell! Still I think it safest to decline your kind invitation. I am +sorry not to go to that splendid feast; but I cannot leave my wife, for +she is sitting on seven new eggs. Good-by! I hope you will relish those +earthworms. Don't come too near me, or I will crow for the dogs. +Good-by!" + + LEONORA, from the German. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +ROSIE AND THE PIGS. + + + ROSIE was breakfasting out on the grass + When two pigs, on a walking tour, happened to pass. + One pig, with rude manners, came boldly in front, + And first gave a stare, and then gave a grunt, + As much as to say, "What is that you have got? + Just give us a taste, my dear, out of your pot!" + + T. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +ZIP COON. + + +DID you ever see a raccoon? I am going to tell you about one that was +sent from the South as a present to a lady whose name was Isabella. He +was called Zip Coon, and a very wise coon he was. + +Zip had a long, low body, covered with stiff yellowish hair. His nose +was pointed, and his eyes were bright as buttons. His paws were regular +little hands, and he used them just like hands. + +He was very tame. He would climb up on Isabella's chair, and scramble to +her shoulder. Then he would comb her hair with his fingers, pick at her +ear-rings, and feel of her collar and pin and buttons. + +Isabella's mother was quite ill, but sometimes was able to sit in her +chair and eat her dinner from a tray on her lap. She liked to have Zip +in her room; but, if left alone with her, Zip would jump up in the +chair behind her, and try to crowd her off. He would reach around, too, +under her arm, and steal things from her tray. + +Once the cook in the kitchen heard a brisk rattling of tin pans in the +pantry. She opened the door, and there, on a shelf, was Zip. There were +two pans standing side by side. One had Indian-meal in it, and the other +nice sweet milk. In front of the pans stood Zippy. + +He had scooped the meal from one pan into the milk in the other pan, and +was stirring up a pudding with all his might. He looked over his +shoulder when he heard the cook coming up behind him, and worked away +all the faster, as if to get the pudding done before he was snatched up, +and put out of the pantry. + +Zip was very neat and clean. He loved to have a bowl of water and piece +of soap set down for his own use. He would take the soap in his hands, +dip it into the water, and rub it between his palms; then he would reach +all around his body, and wash himself. It was very funny to see him +reach way around, and wash his back. + +One day, Isabella, not feeling well, was lying on her bed. Zippy was +playing around her in his usual way. Pretty soon he ran under the bed, +and was busy a long while reaching up, and pulling and picking at the +slats over his head. By and by he crawled out; and what do you think he +had between his teeth? A pretty little red coral ear-ring that Isabella +had lost several weeks before. Zip's bright eyes had spied it as he was +playing around under the bed. So you see Zip Coon did some good that +time. + +When Zip grew older, he became so cross and snappish, that he had to be +chained up in the woodshed in front of his little house. On the door of +his house was printed in red letters, "Zip Coon: he bites." + + HELEN MARR. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE FUSS IN THE POULTRY-YARD. + + +THERE is no sign of a fuss to be seen in the picture. Little Ellen is +feeding a quiet old hen, and two or three younger ones are slowly coming +up to see what is going on. All is calm and serene. + +But if we could look round a corner, and take a view of the other side +of the barnyard, we should see something quite exciting. + +The trouble was made by three hens of foreign breed. They felt so proud +because they had big tufts on their heads, that they looked down on the +native barn-yard fowls. One old white hen they never cease to pick upon. + +Now, the old white hen, although plain, was very smart. If there was a +good fat worm to be found anywhere, she was sure to scratch it up. This +was what caused the fuss. + +Old Whitey scratched up a worm. Three tufted hens at once tried to take +it away from her. There was a chase all around the barnyard. Old Whitey, +with the worm in her mouth, kept the lead. + +Out she dashed through an opening in the fence. Down she went, down the +hill back of the barn. The three tufted hens, like three highwaymen, +were close upon her. + +Well, what was the end of it? They didn't get the worm; I can tell you +that. But there was a fight, and I can't say that poor Whitey got off +without being badly pecked. + + UNCLE CHARLES. + +[Illustration] + + + + +WHAT'S UP? + + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + WHY does Miss Prim; + So stylish and slim, + Hold up her head so high? + What does she see? + A bird in the tree? + Or is it a star in the sky? + + And here is young Jane + In bonnet so plain: + And why is she looking up too? + Do they seek at high noon + For the man in the moon? + Now, really, I wish that I knew? + + V. W. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +MINDING MOTHER. + + + "OROOK, orook, orook!" + It is the half-grown turkeys going, + In the hot sunshine, through the fields; + Their black feet trampling down the mowing. + Across the clover rosy red, + Through the tall brake-leaves in the hollow, + The old hen-turkey, calling, goes; + And close behind the others follow. + "Old birds know best," the young ones say, + "And we let mother choose the way." + + The dancing oats, all tasselled green, + Are full of grasshoppers and crickets; + The raspberry-bushes, red with fruit, + Grow round the rocks in thorny thickets; + The partridge-plants beside the wall + Lift up their clustered purple berries; + And from the wind-stirred branches fall + Upon the grass the small wild cherries: + Just where they are the old hen knows, + And all her noisy brood she shows. + + Why feast all day?--the trodden oats + Will scarce be worth the mowing;-- + "'Tis time," the old bird says, "at last + We home again were going." + Back through the clover-bloom she strides, + Down through the braky hollow: + She flies up on the fence to roost, + And all the others follow. + "We always have," the young ones say, + "When mother leads, a pleasant day." + + MARIAN DOUGLAS. + +[Illustration] + + + + +OUR CHARLEY. + + +CHARLEY was our horse, and a more gentle and kind horse never drew a +carriage. He would carry four boys on his back, and walk off from the +watering-trough to the barn as carefully as if he knew that small boys +could not hold on very well. He seemed to feel that the boys were in his +charge. + +What I am going to tell happened one spring day. It was warm and +beautiful out, and the doors and windows of the house were left open for +the fresh air to circulate freely. Charley was turned into the +front-yard to nibble the green grass for a while. It must have seemed +good to him after eating straw and hay all winter. + +He ate and ate until he had eaten all he wanted, and probably felt as +boys and girls sometimes do when they have room for nothing more, except +pie, or pudding, or whatever the dessert may be. + +In the house dinner was over, and the table was waiting for Katy to come +from the kitchen to clear it off. The family had gone into the +sitting-room, and were busy talking about a ramble in the woods for +flowers, which had been promised us children for that afternoon. + +All at once we heard the tramp of heavy feet passing through the hall +into the dining-room. "Run, Willy," said mother, "and see what is making +such a noise." + +Willy ran out, and came back laughing so he could hardly speak. "It's +old Charley," said he. "He's in the dining-room." We all rushed to the +door, and, sure enough, there stood Charley by the table, eating what he +could find on the platters and children's plates. + +Oh, how we all laughed to see him standing there, as sober as if it were +his own stall and manger! We were willing that Charley should have what +we had left; but it seemed hardly right that a horse should be in the +house; besides, we feared that he might push the dishes off. + +So Willy took him by the mane, and led him out of the house. He went off +chewing what he had in his mouth, and nodding his head, as much as to +say, "That pie-crust and salt are pretty good. If you please, I'll call +again." + + N. T. B. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +PEET-WEET.[A] + + + SIR PEET-WEET and his little wife + Live, yonder by the water's edge, + A merry life, a busy life, + A life of love, and not of strife, + Close nestled in the sandy sedge, + Where the great hungry billows gnaw: + A fairy creature is Sir Peet; + Such slender legs you never saw, + Not larger than a barley-straw; + Yet wind and wave are not so fleet. + + While madam sits upon her eggs,-- + Four spotted eggs, a pair for each,-- + He loves to match his nimble legs + Against the breaker as it drags + The sand-drift up and down the beach. + So fast behind the wave he trips, + You hardly see his little feet; + Below him, in the wet sand, slips + His picture, and their toes touch tips, + And their pink bills in kissing meet. + + To see them chasing, you would say + The giant Ocean and his pet + Were let out for a holiday, + Playing at "tag" as children play, + And laughing at the fun they get. + 'Tis more than fun; the big bluff sea + To his small friend brings savory meat: + Peet dines, and hurries, full of glee, + To set his faithful lady free, + That she may run and dance and eat. + + GEORGE S. BURLEIGH. + +[Illustration] + +FOOTNOTES: + +[A] Peet-weet is the common name of the spotted Sandpiper, derived from +its note. + + + + +[Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON. + +VOL. XXX.--NO. 1.] + + + + +MORE ABOUT "PARLEY-VOO." + + +HOW a little boy came to be called by such a queer nickname as +"Parley-voo" was told in the March number of "The Nursery." This is a +story about the same boy. + +"Where's Parley-voo?" asked aunt Tib one afternoon. "I haven't seen him +for a long time." + +"Where can he be?" said mamma, looking concerned. + +"Where _can_ he be?" echoed the French nurse, throwing down her sewing, +and going in search of him. "Where can he be? _Le méchant!_" (She meant +"The naughty little boy.") Then she ran down the walk, calling out, +"Parley-voo, Parley-voo, Parley-voo!" But not a sound came back. + +She went down the lane to the house of the tailoress, where Parley-voo +had sometimes been known to go. "Have you seen our little boy to-day?" +she asked anxiously of the tailoress, who sat at the window, making a +vest. + +The tailoress looked up over her glasses, and laughed. "Why, yes: he's +here," said she; "and I don't know what his mother will say when she +sees him." + +The nurse went up to the window, and looked in. There sat Parley-voo on +a little wooden cricket, and ever so much of his bright, pretty hair--as +much as he could get at--lay on the floor beside him. + +When Parley-voo saw the nurse, he ran into a corner, and hid his face. +The poor nurse was so amazed, that she could hardly speak. How came the +child in such a plight? + +The tailoress told the story as follows. She had gone out to pick some +peas in the garden, leaving her husband, a blind man, in the room with +Parley-voo. He heard the little boy about the room, and, fearing that he +might be in some mischief, told him that he "must not meddle." + +But pretty soon the blind man heard the sound of shears going across the +table. Parley-voo was certainly doing something with the shears. + +"Little boy, you must not meddle," said the blind man again. The noise +stopped. "Ah! the boy does not dare to disobey me," thought the blind +man. + +[Illustration] + +All of a sudden the noise began again; but it was a very different +noise. It was not on the table. The shears went together every little +while with a sharp click. + +The blind man felt very uneasy. "I do wish," he thought, "my wife would +come in and see what the little chap is up to." + +To console himself, the blind man opened his snuff-box and took a pinch +of snuff. What do you think the little chap did? He slyly put in his +finger and thumb, and took a pinch too. And then how he did sneeze! + +The tailoress heard him sneeze, and came in. She saw at once what had +been going on. Parley-voo had been cutting his hair. + +"Oh, my!" exclaimed mamma, when the nurse brought him home. + +"Dear, dear!" cried aunt Tib, "what a looking child!" + +Then the _bonne_ told where she found him, and they looked at his hair, +and talked so much about it, that Parley-voo wished he could sink +through the floor out of sight. And he thought to himself that he would +never again touch any thing he had been told not to. + +The nurse took him up to the nursery, and dressed him all fresh and nice +before his father came home. But the pretty yellow hair was two or three +months growing out. + + ELIZABETH A. DAVIS. + + + + +BABY'S RIDE. + + + CLEAR the way all, move the playthings aside, + Baby is having a glorious ride: + See! from the hall he comes galloping in, + Dimpled hands folded beneath papa's chin. + + Golden curls flying, fat cheeks all aglow, + Three pearly teeth peeping out in a row: + Hark! how he crows, and laughs out in his glee! + Never was baby more happy than he. + +[Illustration] + + Now he goes trotting along to the town, + Far away, far away, up hill and down; + Back to mamma then as quick as he can, + There's a good ride for papa's little man! + + RUTH REVERE. + + + + +THE OLD PUMP. + + +THIS is the pump that stands in the field near our house. The well is +very deep, and the water is pure and cold. There is a trough at which +the cows and horses often come to drink. + +[Illustration] + +Bridget goes to the pump two or three times a day to get a pail of +water. It is quite a task to bring it so far. But Bridget's arms are +quite strong. She takes all the care of the hens and cows and pigs. + +[Illustration] + + T. S. R. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +WINTER ON LAKE CONSTANCE. + + +THE Lake of Constance, which lies between Switzerland and Germany, is +seldom frozen over. The last time it was frozen was in December, 1879. +Before that, it had not been frozen over since 1829. + +People came from far and near to see it and to skate on it. The lake was +black with skaters who were gliding over its surface. + +Men, women, and children alike shared the fun. There had not been such +skating before for fifty years, and it is no wonder that they made the +most of it while it lasted. + +In January a warm wind blew for two days: the huge masses of snow +melted, and the little brooks were once more set running down the +mountain-sides. But winter was soon back again with redoubled severity, +bringing fresh snow and severer frost, and thus keeping the lake frozen. + +On Candlemas Day (the second day of February) there was a grand festival +on the ice. The peasants came from far and near. There were thousands of +them there. In the evening there was a grand illumination, and after +that there were fireworks, and then a dance on the ice. + +In summer the water of Lake Constance is of a dark green color. The +River Rhine enters it at the western end, and flows out at the eastern +end. The lake is about forty-four miles long and nine miles wide. + +The view of the frozen lake from the mountains is said to have been very +fine. As you looked down on its smooth glittering surface, the skaters +moving over it appeared like mere specks, while the houses in the +village were like doll-houses. + + LEONORA, from the German. + + + + +SWAN-UPPING. + + +HERE we have a picture that tells its own story. It reminds me of some +swans in my native island, England, and of a curious custom called +"swan-upping." + +Some miles from London, on one of the most beautiful parts of the River +Thames, a great number of swans are kept, which are owned by the Dyers' +and Vintners' Companies. + +The owners value them so highly, and take such care of them, that they +have about as nice a time as any birds could wish to have. I fancy that +these Thames swans hold their heads higher, and feel prouder, than any +other swans in England. + +[Illustration] + +They build their nests in the osier-beds, by the side of the river, but +out of the reach of the water. These nests are compact, handsome +structures, formed of osiers, or reeds. + +Every pair of swans has its own walk, or district, within which no +other swans are permitted to build. Every pair has a keeper appointed to +take the entire charge of them. + +The keeper receives a small sum for every cygnet that is reared; and it +is his duty to see that the nest is not disturbed. Sometimes he helps +these lordly birds by building the foundation of the nest for them. + +Once a year, in August, the swans are counted and marked. This is called +"swan-upping," and a good time it used to be. In gayly decorated barges, +with flags flying, and music playing, the city authorities came up the +river to take up the swans and mark them. + +[Illustration] + +The "upping" began on the first Monday after St. Peter's Day. But, +before the swans could be taken up, they had to be caught. This was no +easy matter; for the swans are strong; and often they would lead the +uppers a hard chase among the crooks of the river. + +The mark of the Vintners' Company is two nicks: hence came the +well-known sign on so many inns in England, "The Swan with Two Necks," a +corruption from "two nicks." + +These "Thames swans" are very beautiful birds, and well worth a trip up +the river to see: so I hope, that, if ever the little readers of "The +Nursery" take a trip to England, they will visit Hurley in Bucks, and +there they will find "The Swans with Two Nicks." + + B. P. + + + + +THE MAN IN THE MOON. + + +I KNOW two children,--a little girl named Helen, and a little boy named +Lewis. Sometimes in the evening, after tea, they come to me, and say, +"Papa, will you be the man in the moon and take us all a-sailing?" + +Then I get into the rocking-chair, take Helen on one knee and Lewis on +the other, and as they lean on my breast, with their eyes shut, I rock +and talk to them thus:-- + +"Here we are up in the sky on the moon. Oh, how high we are! Below us +see the clouds blown about like feathers. Here we are safe and sound in +the moon. Look down, and see the trees on the earth. There's where the +birds are going to bed. Do you see that streak that looks like a silver +ribbon? That is a river flowing to the sea. Now we are over the ocean. +You can see our moonlight like great plates of silver all over it. See! +there comes a ship all white. It looks as if it had its nightdress on. + +"Here we are over a town. How beautiful the streets look with gas-lamps +burning! And see all the pretty things in the shop-windows. I know what +Helen is looking at. It is the big doll dressed in silk and satin. I +know what Lewis is looking at. He is looking at the ginger-bread. + +"Oh! now we are just over a little white house. I can see through the +window a man with two children in his lap. Oh, dear! he's going to do +something dreadful with them." + +"What's that?" asks Helen. "Put them to bed," I say. But Lewis says +nothing. He is fast asleep. + + HIERONIMUS. + + + + +THE BOY AND THE CAT. + + +SEE this small boy on the kitchen-table. How did he ever get up there +with such little short legs? And what is he looking at? + +[Illustration] + +He is looking out of the window. He sees a cat on the sill outside. It +is an old strange cat. + +The little boy is fond of kittens; but he does not like cats. He is not +polite to the strange cat. + +"What do you want here?" he says. "Why do you stare at me so? Do you +want to eat me? I'm not a mouse. Go away!" + +The cat answers with one word, "Mew!" + +"What do you say?" asks the boy. "Are you cold? Do you want to come in? +Do you want some milk?" + +And all that the cat says is, "Mew!" + +"Go away!" says the boy again. "My mother does not like strange cats. I +do not like strange cats. If you are hungry, go and catch a rat. You +can't come in here." + +[Illustration] + +The cat does not budge an inch. But still she answers with a pitiful +"Mew!" + +Cats cannot talk; but they can think. This cat looks in at the window +and sees the boy. This is what she thinks. + +"That boy looks like a boy that I knew when I was a kitten. I was a pet +then. Now I am a cat without any home. Nobody cares for me. I go from +house to house; but nobody takes me in. I wonder if I can't make that +little boy take pity on me. I will try. + +"Ah! he treats me like everybody else. He tells me to go away. Pretty +soon he will say, 'Scat!' and throw water on me. No: he will not do +that. He is so much like the little boy who used to pet me when I was a +kitten, that I will not run away from him. I will beg to be let in." + +So the cat sat still and said, "Mew!" + +[Illustration] + +And the cat did not make a mistake. The little boy did take pity on her +at last. He toddled off to his mother as fast as his legs would carry +him, and got a pan of milk, which he set on the floor. + +His mother opened the window for him, and the strange cat came in. How +eagerly she lapped up the milk! She was really a very nice cat. The +little boy soon began to make a pet of her. + +And the cat was happy, and the boy was happy; and I don't know which was +the happier of the two. + + UNCLE SAM. + + + + +BABY-BROTHER. + + + THIS is my baby-brother, + Just one year old to-day: + He cannot talk, he cannot walk; + But he can laugh and play! + +[Illustration] + + Step out now, baby-brother, + And use your feet so small; + Oh, never fear! while I am here, + You shall not have a fall. + + W. G. + + + + +UNDER GREEN LEAVES. + +Words by IDA FAY. + +Music by T. CRAMPTON. + + +[Illustration: Music] + + 1. The birdies are merrily singing; + And Minnie is merrily swinging; + And Minnie is merrily swinging; + Safe from the forest tree, . . . + Hangs the swing you may see; + And the breeze a sweet odor is bringing, + Under green leaves so free. + + 2 Hold tight to the ropes, little lady, + || All round us is pleasant and shady; || + And now we will not go, + Where the sun scorches so, + But will stay in the grove, little lady, + Where the cool streamlets flow. + + 3 You sit the swing well I am thinking, + || Your eyes, as you rise, never blinking; || + You're brave, you little girl, + But your hair's out of curl; + Very soon at the glass you'll be prinking; + Smoothing each glossy curl. + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + +The original text for the July issue had a table of contents that +spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues. + +Additionally, only the July issue had a title page. This page was +copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on +the title page after the Volume number. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Nursery, July 1881, Vol. XXX, by Various + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42156 *** |