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diff --git a/42157-0.txt b/42157-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c582c8c --- /dev/null +++ b/42157-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,921 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42157 *** + +THE + +NURSERY + +_A Monthly Magazine_ + +FOR YOUNGEST READERS. + +VOLUME XXX.--No. 2. + + 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 + The Young Fisherman 225 + A slight Mistake 227 + Two Games 231 + More about "Zip Coon" 232 + Sam and his Goats 234 + Mary's Squirrel 240 + Drawing-Lesson 241 + The Chimney-sweep 244 + Billy and Bruiser 246 + "If I were only a King" 248 + Use before Beauty 249 + Ten Minutes with Johnny 251 + A Cat Story 252 + Tom's Apple 254 + + +IN VERSE. + + The Hen-Yard Door 228 + Toy-Land 238 + A Turtle Show 242 + Two Little Maidens 247 + Summer Rambles 250 + See-Saw (_with music_) 256 + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE YOUNG FISHERMAN. + + +WHEN Charley was eight years old, his father gave him, for a birthday +present, a nice fishing-line. + +The little boy was greatly pleased. He had fished often in a tub of +water with a pin-hook; but now, for the first time, he had a real +fishing-line and pole, and was able to go a-fishing in earnest. + +The very first pleasant day, he got leave from his father to go to the +pond and try his luck. + +"Be sure to bring home a good mess of fish, Charley," said his father. + +"Oh, yes! papa," said Charley, and with his fishing-pole on his shoulder +out he went. + +What fun it was! First he dug some worms for bait; then he baited his +hook nicely; then he took his stand on a little platform, made on +purpose for the use of fishermen, and threw out his hook. + +There he stood, in the shade of the old willow-tree, and waited for the +fish to bite. As he looked down into the calm, clear water, he saw a +boy, just about his own size, looking up at him. He had no other +company. + +He kept close watch of the pretty painted cork, expecting every moment +to see it go under water. But for a long, long time it floated almost +without motion. + +Charley's patience began to give out. "I don't believe there are any +fish here," thought he. Just then the cork dipped a little on one side. +Then it stopped. Then it dipped again. + +"Hurrah!" said Charley, and he pulled up the line with a jerk. Was there +a fish on it? Not a bit of one. But the bait was all gone. + +"Never mind!" said Charley, "I'll catch him next time." He baited the +hook, and threw it out again. The sport was getting exciting. + +Pretty soon the cork bobbed under, as before. "Now I have him!" said +Charley. He pulled up once more, and this time with such a jerk that he +tossed the hook right over his head, and it caught in the weeds behind +him. But there was no fish on it. + +"The third time never fails," said Charley, as he threw out his line +again. He waited now until the cork was pulled clear under water; then +he lifted it out, without too much haste, and, sure enough, he had +caught a fish. + +How long do you suppose it had taken him to do it? Pretty nearly all the +forenoon. No matter! he had one fish to carry home, and he had had a +real good time besides. + +Charley has caught many a mess of fish since then; but I doubt if he has +ever enjoyed the sport more than he did in catching that one fish. + + UNCLE SAM. + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +A SLIGHT MISTAKE. + + +A DONKEY walking with a lion, fancied himself a lion also, and pretended +not to know his own brother. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE HEN-YARD DOOR. + + + WHEN careless Tommy fed the fowls, + He did not shut the door; + Out came the rooster and the hens; + Out came the pullets four; + Out came old Speckle-wings, with six + Bewitching little Bantam chicks. + + At once the hens began to cluck, + The cock began to crow, + And here and there, and everywhere, + They seemed possessed to go; + They pecked the turnips; in a patch + Of spinach they began to scratch: + And when to drive them in we tried + They straightway to our neighbors hied. + +[Illustration] + + Upon our right, a new-made lawn + Was just with grass-seed sown; + Upon our left, a garden-plot + With pinks and lilies shone. + In rushed our right-hand neighbor's son, + With flaming face, and said, + "'Shut up your hens,' my father says, + Or he will shoot them dead." + Our left-hand neighbor wrote a note,-- + "I all the spring have toiled + To rear the lovely flowers I find + Your roving fowls have spoiled." + + To get them home, the livelong day + We tried, till evening gathered gray: + Then back to roost returned the cock, + But some were missing from his flock. + Four hens were with him; where were two? + Perhaps our right-hand neighbor knew! + Back came the pullets, having fed + On dainty pinks, and roses red; + Back came old Speckle; of her six + The cat had caught three little chicks. + + We shut the door, and made it fast; + We all were glad the day was past: + We'd lost our hens, and lost our friends; + Our neighbors smile no more; + And all because our careless Tom + Forgot to shut the door! + + MARIAN DOUGLAS. + +[Illustration] + + + + +TWO GAMES. + + +[Illustration] + +HERE is a boy, full ten years old, playing with a peg-top. What a sight! +He might find some better game, I should think. Why is he not out of +doors playing baseball? He is big enough to use his arms and legs? + +[Illustration] + +This girl could teach him a much better game than peg-top. She is out on +the lawn, all ready to play croquet. She will have fun and fresh air at +the same time. Those are two things that all girls and boys need. + + C. B. A. + + + + +MORE ABOUT "ZIP COON." + + +"ZIP COON: he bites!" This is what I told you was printed in large red +letters on the door of Zip's house, after he had grown so cross and +snappish that he had to be chained up in the wood-shed. + +A big countryman came one day with a load of potatoes. Zippy was inside +his house, pretending to take a nap. The man saw the printed letters on +the little door, and said to himself, "Zip Coon! where is he? I'd like +to see him." So he stooped down, and thrust his hand into the house. + +You know you can never catch a coon asleep any more than you can a +weasel. Zippy's bright little eyes were wide open: so, when the +countryman's big hand came bouncing in at the door, Zip, quick as +lightning, seized it in his teeth, and gave it a terribly hard bite. + +"Goodness, gracious sakes!" cried the man, pulling out his bleeding +hand. "What surprisin' chaps them coons be!" He hadn't seen Zippy; but +he felt enough of him: so he hurried down cellar with his potatoes, and +when he came back had the empty bag wound about his smarting hand. + +Zip Coon was very fond of raw eggs. He would take one up in both his +hands, and pound it down hard on the wood-house floor. This would crack +the shell. Then he would turn the egg around, hold it to his mouth, and +suck the inside out, just as you would suck an orange. After he had +sucked the shell clean, he would put one little hand inside, scrape the +empty shell, and then lick his fingers so as to eat every bit of the +egg-meat. + +One day, Isabella's sister Ellen gave Zippy a nice, large, fresh egg. He +was very glad to get it, you may be sure, and ate it as I have told you. +Then he wanted another, just as you sometimes want another orange. So +he took hold of Ellen's hand with one of his hands, and with the other +felt way up her sleeve and peeped up with his sharp eyes. + +When he found no egg in the sleeve he was angry. He looked up in Ellen's +face in a very wicked way, then stooped down and buried his teeth in her +wrist. Then he turned and ran into the house, clanking his chain after +him. + +[Illustration] + +Zippy was not always so wicked as this, even after he had to be chained +up; but he was very mischievous. Once, the servants in the kitchen +heard a terrible racket in the wood-house. They went out there and found +Zippy on a high shelf where the blacking-brushes were kept. He was +throwing the blacking-boxes and brushes down, as fast as he could, and +there they lay scattered about the floor. His chain was so long, that he +had climbed up on the shelf and was having a good time. + +But, after a while, Zip Coon became so fierce that Isabella didn't know +what to do with him. She was afraid he would do something terrible to +somebody: so she gave him to a man who carried him way off where +Isabella and her sisters never saw him any more. And this is all I have +to tell you about Zip Coon. + + HELEN MARR. + + + + +SAM AND HIS GOATS. + + +SAM was a boy about five years old. He lived in the country, and had a +nice little black-and-tan dog, Jack, to play with him. Sam wanted a +goat. He thought that if he could only have a goat, he would be +perfectly happy. + +One day, when Sam was playing in the yard, his papa came driving home +from town, with something tied in the bottom of the wagon. When he saw +Sam, he stopped the horse and called, "Sam, come here, I have something +for you." + +Sam ran there as fast as he could, and--what do you think?--papa lifted +two little goats out of the wagon, and put them down on the ground. One +goat was black and one was white. Sam was so glad he did not know what +to to do. He just jumped up and down with delight. + +Then the dog Jack came running out to see the goats too; but he did not +like them much. He barked at them as hard as he could; but the goats did +not mind him at all. + +Pretty soon mamma came to see what Sam had. When she saw the goats, she +said, "Why, papa, what will become of us if we have two goats on the +place?" But she was glad because Sam was glad; and Sam gave his papa +about a hundred kisses to thank him for the goats. + +For some weeks, the goats ran about the yard, and ate the grass; and Sam +gave them water to drink, out of his little pail, and salt to eat, out +of his hand. He liked to feel their soft tongues on his hand as they ate +the salt. The goats would jump and run and play, and Sam thought it was +fine fun to run and play with them. Jack would run too, and bark all the +time. + +[Illustration] + +But by and by Sam began to get tired of his goats, and his mamma was +more tired of them than Sam was. They ate the tops off of her nice +rose-bushes; they ran over her flower-beds; and one day, when the door +was open, one of them ran into the parlor and jumped up on the best +sofa. + +Mamma said this would never do: so the next day papa found a man who +said he would give Sam fifty cents for the white goat. As Sam wanted to +buy a drum, he was glad to sell the goat; and with fifty cents in his +pocket he felt very rich. + +Then the other goat was put in the orchard, and he liked it there very +much. He liked to have Sam come and play with him. As soon as he saw Sam +coming, he would run to meet him, and push him with his head, in play, +and try to jump on him. + +The goat grew very fast,--much faster than Sam did; so that soon he was +quite a big goat, while Sam was still a very small boy. He got to be so +much stronger that Sam, that Sam was a little afraid of him. + +[Illustration] + +One day, when they were playing, the goat hit Sam with his head, and +knocked him down. Sam was scared. He got up, fast as he could, and tried +to run to the gate; but the goat ran after him, and Sam had to climb +into a tree. It was a nice apple-tree. Sam had often sat up there +before, and liked it; but, now that he was forced to sit there, he did +not like it at all. + +The goat staid at the foot of the tree, and, when Sam tried to come +down, he would shake his head at him, as if to say, "Come down if you +dare." Sam did not dare. "Oh, dear!" said he, "what shall I do?" + +There were some green apples on the tree; and Sam thought, that, if he +threw them at the goat, he could drive him away: so he began to pick the +apples, and throw them at the goat. + +[Illustration] + +The first one hit the goat right on his head; but it did not hurt him at +all. He just went to where the apple lay, and ate it up; and every time +that Sam threw an apple at him the goat would eat it, and then look at +Sam, as if to say, "That is good. Give me some more." + +At last Sam said, "Oh, you bad, bad goat! I wish you would go away. If +you don't go away, I'm afraid I shall cry." Then he thought of Jack, and +called, "Here, Jack! Here, Jack!" Jack came running up to see what Sam +wanted. Sam said, "At him, Jack! At him, Jack!" + +Jack ran at the goat, and barked at him and tried to bite him; but the +goat kept turning his head to Jack, so that Jack could not get a chance +to bite him. At last the goat got tired of hearing Jack bark, and +thought he would give him one hard knock, and drive him away. + +So he took a step or two back, and then ran forward, as hard as he +could, to hit Jack. But, when his head got to where Jack had been, Jack +was not there: he had jumped away. The goat was going so fast, that he +could not stop himself, but tumbled over his head, and came down on his +back with his legs sticking up in the air. + +Sam laughed so hard that he almost fell out of the tree, and Jack was so +glad, that he jumped and barked, and tried to bite the goat's legs. At +last the goat got up and walked over to the other side of the orchard as +far as he could go. Then Sam jumped down out of the tree, and ran to +tell his mamma all about it. + + MARY DEY. + + + + +TOY-LAND. + + + AND how do you get to Toy-land? + To all little people the joy-land. + Just follow your nose, + And go on tip-toes: + It's only a minute to Toy-land. + + And oh! but it's gay in Toy-land,-- + This bright, merry girl-and-boy-land; + And woolly dogs white + That never will bite + You'll meet on the highways in Toy-land. + + Society's fine in Toy-land; + The dollies all think it a joy-land; + And folks in the ark + Stay out after dark; + And tin soldiers regulate Toy-land. + + There's fun all the year in Toy-land: + To sorrow 'twas ever a coy-land; + And steamboats are run, + And steam-cars, for fun: + They're wound up with keys down in Toy-land. + + Bold jumping-jacks thrive in Toy-land; + Fine castles adorn this joy-land; + And bright are the dreams, + And sunny the beams, + That gladden the faces in Toy-land. + + How long do we live in Toy-land?-- + This bright, merry girl-and-boy-land; + A few days, at best, + We stay as a guest, + Then good-by forever to Toy-land! + + GEORGE COOPER. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +MARY'S SQUIRREL. + + +I WANT to tell you about the little squirrel we have. His name is +Frisky. He came from New Jersey, and was quite tame when we got him. We +thought it would be better to let him out in the fresh air among the +trees; so we let him out. + +I was away at aunt Lizzie's; but I came home early. Just as Henry and I +were going to bed,--Henry is my brother,--the cook called me, and, of +course, Henry came after me to see what was the matter. + +I could not understand what it was at first; but pretty soon I saw it +was Frisky up in one of the trees on our place. Frisky never bites: so +it was not much trouble to catch him. + +All the servants were there; but they could not catch him, because he +did not know them: so I made them stand back, and held out a peanut to +him. He came down and ate it; then he trusted me, and came down and ate +another. As soon as I got him within reach, I seized him and gave him to +William, the gardener, who, while I held the door open, popped him into +his cage. I am eight years old, and my name is + + MARY WINSOR. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON. + +VOL. XXX.--NO. 2.] + + + + +A TURTLE SHOW. + + + DOWN in the pond, where willows grow + Along the shore in a golden row, + Is a single rock with its mossy ridge, + And a log as mossy, resting there + Half in the water, and half in the air, + From shore to islet a beautiful bridge; + And the lily-pads on either side + Might tempt the little green frogs to ride; + And the lily-blooms, so purely made, + Do tempt the little white feet to wade. + + What do you think I saw one day + In the month of June, as I passed that way? + Five little turtles, all in a row, + On the top of the log,--a funny show,-- + For they carried their houses on their backs, + And tucked their toes out through the cracks + Under the eaves! while their heads and tails + Played hide-and-seek behind the scales. + + They had golden dots on every shell; + And they stood so still, and "dressed" so well, + You might think they were called up to spell; + And a "master" turtle, big and brown, + On the top of the rock sat looking down + In a learned way, as you might say + To "put out words,"--and perhaps 'twas so, + Though I heard no word,--but this, I know, + The five little heads looked so very wise + With their little bead eyes, they must have heard + If ever the master pronounced a word. + +[Illustration] + + In school or not, it was getting hot; + And by and by, as the sun rose high, + With the June-like drowsiness it sheds, + They could not keep from going to sleep; + And what do you think they did with their heads? + Swallowed them! Oh, then, laugh, if you will; + But true it is, still: + Into their necks, as a sailor would slide + His spy-glass into its leathern hide, + They slid their five little heads away + From the sight of man and the light of day. + + While I stood watching them, still as a mouse, + Pleased at their comical way to keep house, + I heard a terrible splash and croak, + As a great bull-frog leapt up on the log, + In a way to frighten such simple folk. + Five little turtles, quick as a wink, + Into the water slip and sink; + And one big turtle, just as quick, + Off from the log goes down like a brick. + + Ah, well! my turtles are not like boys, + They can live in the pond, and they do hate noise! + + GEORGE S. BURLEIGH. + + + + +THE CHIMNEY-SWEEP. + + +LITTLE Mary in the picture is afraid of Jacob, the chimney-sweep. He +does look black and ugly; but he is a good boy, for all that, and Mary +ought not to be afraid of him. + +His parents died when he was very small, and he was bound out to a +master, who taught him how to clean chimneys. Jacob did not like the +work at first, and was afraid to go up the chimney; but now that he has +got used to it, he likes it quite well. He sometimes sings a merry song +while he is at work. + +[Illustration] + +Mary's mother has sent for him to come and clean out her chimney; for it +is choked up with soot, and she cannot make her fire burn. + + LEONORA, from the German. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +BILLY AND BRUISER. + + +BILLY is a small boy: Bruiser is a big dog. They are great friends. +Billy gets on Bruiser's back, and treats him as if he were a horse. + +Bruiser takes this as a good joke. He likes to have Billy play with him +in this way. But it would not be safe for anybody else to do it. + +Bruiser is a grand watch-dog. One day the old dog gave a fierce growl to +keep off a butterfly. + +He thought the butterfly was going to attack Billy. Billy had a good +laugh at this; for, small as he is, he thinks he is a match for a +butterfly. + + UNCLE CHARLES. + + + + +TWO LITTLE MAIDENS. + + + THIS little maiden is out for a walk, + A fair little maiden is she; + And I really believe she is having a talk + With a bird flying down from a tree. + She asks him to tell of his home in the woods; + He sings of the summer so gay; + While a very tall maiden sits by on the grass, + And hears every word that they say. + + F. E. D. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +"IF I WERE ONLY A KING." + + +ONE fine, warm, summer day, four children were playing together in the +garden. + +"Oh!" said one of them, "if I were only a king, I would live in a +beautiful castle that should reach up to the clouds." + +"And I," said another, "would wear nothing but gold and silver clothes." + +"If I were one," cried a little boy, "I would do nothing but eat cake +and pudding all day long." + +"And I," said a little girl, blushing, "would give money to all the poor +children I saw, so that they might buy food and clothes." + +Which of these children do you think would have made the best ruler? + + LEONORA, from the German. + + + + +USE BEFORE BEAUTY. + + +THE hens and turkeys were scratching for their breakfast in front of the +barn-door; while the dog lay lazily looking on. The proud peacock stood +on the fence near by, and spread his tail out, that the morning sun +might shine on it, and make it still more beautiful. + +[Illustration] + +"Ah!" said the peacock to one of the hens, "do you not wish that you +were as handsome as I am? Then you would never have to scratch for your +food, but would be fed and taken care of and admired." + +"I wish nothing of the kind," said the hen. "There is something which +men prize more than beauty, and that is usefulness. If I were as fine +and gay as you are, men would miss the eggs I lay." + +"That is just my view of the case," said a goose. "If I were not a +goose, I should like to be a hen. I would not be a lazy peacock." + +"She is quite right," said the dog. "You are very beautiful to look at, +Master Peacock, but that is all you are good for. Take comfort in your +fine feathers, but don't boast." + + LEONORA, from the German. + + + + +SUMMER RAMBLES. + + + BRING the children to the fields, + Where the sheep are straying; + With the birds and butterflies + Let them now be playing,-- + In the hollow on the hill, + All the green lawn over, + Through the yellow buttercups, + Down among the clover. + + With the sunshine in their hearts, + In their cheeks the roses, + Let them breathe the balmy air, + Let them gather posies. + In the merry month of June, + Summer's fairest weather, + Let the children and the flowers + Bud and bloom together. + + ANNA LIVINGSTON. + +[Illustration] + + + + +TEN MINUTES WITH JOHNNY. + + +"DO grandpa's cows chew gum, like Mr. Connor's cows, mamma?" asked +Johnny, a few days ago, as he stood emptying his pockets of hay-seed on +the dining-room carpet, after a visit to the barn. + +"Cuds you mean, don't you, dear?" asked mamma. + +"No, gum. Mr. Connor says it's gum; and they're his cows: so he knows." + +"No, grandpa's cows chew cuds, like all good grass-eating cows. Perhaps +Mr. Connor's cows do not eat grass or hay." + +"Yes, they do," said Johnny. "I've seen 'em." + +"Well, then," said mamma, "they must chew cuds." + +"What are cuds, mamma?" + +"Why, after the cow has chewed the fresh green grass or the dry hay in +her mouth, she sends it down into a large stomach, to be soaked; then +she sends it into another stomach, to be rolled into balls; then up it +goes into her mouth again, to be chewed over; and each little ball is a +cud." + +"Doesn't she have any other stomach for it to go into then, mamma?" + +"Yes, two more. Do you have four stomachs, like a cow?" + +"No, of course I don't. I don't chew cuds." + +"Well, you may get a brush and dust-pan, and brush up that hay-seed from +the carpet; then come with me, and I'll show you a picture of a giant +kangaroo with her baby in a fur bag." + +"Oh! where does she live, mamma?" + +"Brush up that hay-seed, then I'll tell you all about her," said mamma. +With this promise in view, Johnny hastened to brush up the litter he +had made, talking to himself the while, somewhat after this wise,-- + +"Chew away, old cow! You'll have to keep your big teeth going all night +to keep all those stomachs at work. One stomach, two stomachs, +three-e-e, four-r-r. All ready, mamma!" + + MRS. G. I. HOPKINS. + + + + +A CAT STORY. + + +DID you ever see a cat laugh? Look at the cat in the picture, and see if +she is not laughing. It is plain to me that she is. + +What is she laughing at? Why, that is plain enough too. She is amused at +the talk of those two little girls about her kittens. + +There are four kittens,--just two for each; but little Jenny wants to +take them all up in her arms, though she can hardly hold more than one. +This is what pleases the old cat. + +Now I am going to tell you a cat story. + +Once, when I taught school in the country, I boarded at farmer Clark's +house, where there were sixteen cats,--Yes, sixteen cats! There was a +big yellow cat, and a big gray cat, and a big black-and-white cat, and +lots of little kittens. + +The big gray cat was named Gussy. She was the grandmother of them all. +She lived in the house. The rest staid around the barn. Farmer Clark was +a good man, and did not believe in killing any thing that was not +dangerous to life or property. So no little kittens were drowned, if he +knew it. + +Mrs. Clark taught me how to make butter; and I was told to feed the +skimmed milk to the cats. There were two large dish-pans that I used +for this purpose. They were shallow and leaky; but precious little time +there was for the milk to leak. + +[Illustration] + +As soon as I appeared at the door, and called, "Tom, Tom!" the cats came +tumbling, pell-mell, mewing, and rubbing against me. It was a sight to +see. + +First, there would be a thick row of cats around the pans,--so thick +that only sixteen tails and thirty-two hind-legs could be seen. The next +minute the heads would go lower, and the fore-paws would go up on the +edge of the pans. + +Then a kitten would jump in. Then they would all fight, and push, and +spit, and snarl to get to the lower side of the pan, where the milk was +the deepest. + +And then it was all gone. And the pans would be licked clean. And then +sixteen tongues licked sixteen jaws, and thirty-two eyes appealed for +more. But it was no use to beg. Then sixty-four legs trotted off, and +only old Gussy went into the house; while the others went to the barn. + +There were no rats or mice around those premises, I tell you. I often +wonder how many cats there are at farmer Clark's now. And sometimes I +dream about them. This is a true story. + + AUNT FAN. + + + + +TOM'S APPLE. + + +"BAH! ugh! oh!" cried little Tom. "There's a worm in my red apple, +mamma." + +"Is he a pretty worm?" asked his mamma, looking up from her sewing. + +"Pretty, mamma! Who ever heard of a worm being pretty? No, no! he's a +horrid crawling thing. I sha'n't eat any more of the apple. I couldn't, +now I've seen him in it." + +"Let me see him," said mamma: so Tommy brought the apple to his mother. + +"Why, yes, he's a beauty," said she. "Just look at that little red cap +he wears, and see how soft and white his skin is. If nobody had picked +that apple, he would have spun a little rope from out his body, and let +himself down from the high tree, down, down, to the earth. + +"Then he would have crawled into a little hole in the ground. When he +had covered himself all over with a gray sheet, he would sleep, sleep, +sleep. But by and by he would awaken. + +"He would come out of the tight shroud, and find that he had airy, gauzy +wings with which he could fly: so he would go flitting and fluttering up +into the warm sunshine to find an apple-blossom." + +"What would he want of an apple-blossom?" asked Tommy, much interested +now in his apple-worm. + +"Oh, to lay an egg in," said mamma. "And, when the apple-blossoms grew, +the egg would be softly wrapped within its pink heart. And when the +blossom turned into an apple there would be a tiny baby-worm to feed +upon the white pulp. Then some day, perhaps, some other little boy would +exclaim, 'Bah! ugh! oh!' about him, as my little boy did just now about +the mamma-worm." + +"Oh!" said Tom thoughtfully. "I'm glad nobody will have that chance: +here goes." + +And he tossed the apple, worm and all, out of the window. + + MRS. G. I. HOPKINS. + +[Illustration] + + + + +SEE-SAW. + + Words by GEORGE COOPER. Music by T. CRAMPTON. + +[Illustration: Music] + + 1. See-saw! high and low, + That's the way we love to go. + With a bound, + Up we fly, + From the ground + To the sky; + From the ground + To the sky. + All aboard for Fun-land, oh! + See-saw! high and low. + + 2. See-saw! birdies play + On the tree-tops, just this way; + And the bees + Rock the rose, + When they please + With their toes! + And the winds the wavelets blow, + See-saw! high and low. + + 3. See-saw! oh, what sport! + Wish the days were not so short! + Girls and boys, + Everywhere, + Rosy joys, + Earth so fair! + Gayer playmates do you know? + See-saw! high and low. + + * * * * * + +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, August 1881, Vol. XXX, by Various + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42157 *** |