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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42158 ***
+
+THE
+
+NURSERY
+
+_A Monthly Magazine_
+
+FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
+
+VOLUME XXX.--No. 3.
+
+    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
+    "Home in Sight"                              257
+    Nellie and Kitty                             259
+    The Prisoner                                 260
+    Two Pets                                     264
+    The Wounded Lamb                             268
+    Lisa                                         270
+    Drawing-Lesson                               273
+    The Pet Fawn                                 275
+    The little Flower-Girl                       278
+    Feeding the Ducks                            281
+    Lonely Jack                                  284
+
+
+IN VERSE.
+
+    Contentment                                  261
+    The Brook                                    262
+    Blueberrying                                 265
+    The Soldiers                                 272
+    Jenny and Benny                              274
+    How the Sheep found Bo-peep                  277
+    Mabel and the Bust                           280
+    "Tit for Tat"                                283
+    Little Busybody                              287
+    The Morning Sail (_with music_)              288
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+"HOME IN SIGHT."
+
+
+"COME on deck, all hands, old and young, great and small, sick and well!
+Here is a sight that will do you good."
+
+So said the bluff old captain to his passengers. Up they came, one after
+another, at the summons. The lady who was so worn down with sea-sickness
+sat with her head resting languidly on her husband's shoulder. The rest
+stood in groups, looking out upon the water.
+
+The voyage had been a long one, and, though they were not all sea-sick,
+all were heartily sick of the sea,--all except two little children, a
+girl and a boy, whose faces were always bright and merry.
+
+"What is there to be seen, captain?" said the children's mother, after
+trying in vain to make out any thing except sea and sky.
+
+"Don't you know?" said the old man. "Let me point it out then to this
+little sailor."
+
+So, taking little Willie in his arms while the vessel leaned before the
+breeze, he pointed with his forefinger, and said, "Do you see that
+dark-blue cloud right on the edge of the water, just where it meets the
+sky?"
+
+"Yes, I see it," said the bright-eyed youngster.
+
+"Well, do you know what it is, my lad? It isn't a cloud at all. That's
+land. Now do you know what land it is?"
+
+"No, sir," said Willie.
+
+"Then I'll tell you. It is old Cape Cod.--We are in sight of home,
+ladies and gentlemen," said the captain addressing his passengers. "We
+shall make Boston Light to-night, if this wind holds good."
+
+This speech brought great applause. Then the captain sang out,--
+
+    "Cheer up, my lively lads, spite of wind and weather!
+     Cheer up, my lively lads, and we'll go home together!"
+
+"Hold me up," said little Ellen, "and let me see."
+
+Then the captain held her up too; and when the children's mother, who
+had a fine voice, started the song,--
+
+    "Home again, home again,
+     From a foreign shore,"
+
+all the passengers, not even excepting the sick lady, took part in the
+chorus.
+
+                                            ANNA LIVINGSTON.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+NELLIE AND KITTY.
+
+
+SEE little Nellie playing with her kitten. She had waked up early; but
+nurse was not ready to dress her.
+
+She was just going to cry, when the kitten jumped up on the bed, and
+stood there with such a comical look, that, instead of crying, Nellie
+could not help laughing.
+
+Then she got a string and began to play with kitty; so that when the
+nurse came in she found them both quite happy.
+
+One day, Nellie was playing with her doll, and put it down in her lap.
+Kitty, who had been watching her all the time, jumped up in Nellie's
+lap, pushed the doll out, and lay down, looking at her mistress, as if
+to say,--
+
+"What did you take her up for? I am the only one that has any right
+here."
+
+                                              L. E. H.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PRISONER.
+
+
+THE old hawk has been caught at last, and has been put in a cage, from
+which he cannot escape to do any more mischief. The fowls all come from
+the barnyard to see him. They dare go near him now, for they know he
+cannot harm them.
+
+The sparrow looks saucily at him, saying, "Ah, ha, Sir Hawk! You have
+scared me many a time with your sharp claws and hooked beak; but now I
+am a match for you. It was fine fun for you to kill little chickens. Now
+you see what comes of it."
+
+"Yes indeed," cries the turkey, "he killed seven dear little chickens.
+How glad I am that he is caught at last! I'll give him a piece of my
+mind now, but he can't have any more chickens."
+
+"Ah!" says the hawk, "you talk very bravely; but, if I were let out of
+this cage, you would not stare at me much longer."
+
+The fowls walk slowly away without saying more. But the pert young
+sparrow bristles up, and dares the hawk to come out and fight him. It is
+very easy to be brave when there is no danger.
+
+                                              LEONORA, from the German.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTMENT.
+
+
+    WHEN the roses bloom sweet and red,
+    And the daisy has lifted her shining head;
+    When birds are still in the brooding nest,--
+    Of all the seasons summer is best.
+
+    When the golden-rod's torches shine,--
+    And the purple grapes drop ripe from the vine;
+    When the reddening maples light up the way,
+    There is nothing so good as an autumn day.
+
+    When the hills are white with snow,
+    And only the frostflowers dare to blow;
+    When sleigh-bells chime from far and near,--
+    Winter's the best time of all the year.
+
+    When the wild brooks begin to leap,
+    And out of the earth the mosses creep;
+    When swallows twitter, and robins call,--
+    Spring is the very best time of all.
+
+                             MARY N. PRESCOTT.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE BROOK.
+
+
+        FROM a fountain
+        In a mountain,
+      Drops of water ran,
+    Trickling through the grasses
+      So our brook began.
+
+        Slow it started;
+        Soon it darted,
+      Cool and clear and free,
+    Rippling over pebbles,
+      Hurrying to the sea.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+        Children straying
+        Came a-playing
+      On its pretty banks:
+    Glad, our little brooklet
+      Sparkled up its thanks.
+
+        Blossoms floating,
+        Mimic boating,
+      Fishes darting past,--
+    Swift and strong and happy,
+      Widening very fast,
+
+        Bubbling, singing,
+        Rushing, ringing,
+      Flecked with shade and sun,
+    Soon our pretty brooklet
+      To the sea has run.
+
+                ELLEN SOULE CARHART.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+TWO PETS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+ANN has a large black cat, of which she is very fond. See how she clasps
+it in her arms! She pets it and hugs it from morning till night. I think
+the cat loves Ann too; for it does not even try to scratch her.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But here is a better pet than a cat. It is a dear little babe in its
+nurse's arms. The nurse is taking it out for a walk. She loves it
+dearly, and see how lovingly it clings to her! Love wins love, you know.
+
+                                              I. H. G.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+BLUEBERRYING.
+
+
+    THE grass is scorching in the sun;
+      'Tis summer's hottest weather;
+    But Dick and Tom start bravely forth
+      For blueberries together.
+    Their tin pails glitter in the light,
+      The dippers in them rattle,
+    As up the long green lane they go,
+      Among the browsing cattle.
+
+    Close underneath the pasture fence
+      They find some scattered bushes:
+    "There is some better place beyond,"
+      Says Dick, and on he pushes,
+    Through tangled brake, o'er stumbling stones,
+      And up some steep black ledges,
+    Where thick the blueberry-bushes grow
+      Along the rocky edges.
+
+    "But these are very dry and small,"
+      Says Tommy: "I would rather
+    Look round and find some better place,
+      And larger berries gather."
+    Down the sharp rocks, across the brook,
+      And through a bog, they ramble:
+    They find some berries, big and blue,
+      Outpeering from a bramble.
+
+    "These dreadful running blackberry-vines!"
+      Says Dick: "they are so prickly!
+    I will not stop; some better place
+      We surely shall find quickly."
+    Through the long field they wandering stray,
+      In the hot sunshine going:
+    "Beneath the wood-lot trees," says Tom,
+      "There must be nice ones growing."
+
+    And so they find them thick and ripe;
+      But, from among them darting,
+    A hissing adder lifts its head,
+      And, suddenly upstarting,
+    The frightened boys drop both their pails,
+      The berries from them spilling.
+    "Let's hurry home," says Tom. Says Dick,
+      "I'm sure that I am willing."
+
+    So back they come with tattered clothes,
+      Scratched, sunburnt, soiled, and tired;
+    "To go again," says pouting Tom,
+      "I never could be hired."
+    "Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!" cries Dick,
+      A doleful little fretter,
+    "We've lost each good place we have had,
+      By looking for a better!"
+
+                            MARIAN DOUGLAS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE WOUNDED LAMB.
+
+
+EARLY one bright morning, three little girls who were spending the
+summer on their uncle's farm went out to gather wild flowers in the
+woods not far from the house. Just as they came to the edge of the wood,
+they heard the faint bleating of a lamb.
+
+They listened, keeping very still, but could not make out where the
+sound came from. Then Mary, the eldest of the three, said, "Let us each
+go a different way, and hunt till we find the poor little thing."
+
+They did so; and in a few minutes, Lulu the youngest called to the
+others, "I've found it! I've found it! Come, Mollie and Bessie, come
+quick and help me; for the dear little lamb is hurt, and I'm afraid it
+will die."
+
+You may be sure that they all ran quickly, and it was well that they
+did; for the lamb had broken its leg, and could not have lived much
+longer if some one had not taken care of it. They found Lulu trying to
+help the poor creature; but she could do little except to soothe it.
+
+Just then Bessie looked up, and saw the farmer not far off. She called
+loudly to him. He came at once, took the lamb tenderly in his arms,
+carried it home, laid it on a soft bed, and gave it some warm milk.
+
+Very soon the lamb began to revive, much to the delight of the children;
+and little Lulu would hardly leave its side all that day.
+
+With such kind care the lamb got well fast. It soon became a great pet
+with all the little girls, though their uncle said, that, as Lulu had
+found it, she should give it a name, and call it hers.
+
+For some time she was quite puzzled to know what to call it; but one
+day, when Bessie was stroking it, she said, "Why lambie, your fleece is
+as fine and soft as floss!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Oh, now I know what to call this pet," said Lulu, "I'll call it
+Flossy," and it went by that name all summer.
+
+The next winter, when their uncle came to see them in the city, the
+children inquired for their little pet, Flossy.
+
+"Flossy is a big sheep now," he said; "but I think she remembers you,
+for when I go among the flock, she always comes and rubs her nose
+against me, and looks up, as much as to say, 'Where are those three
+girls that used to play with me last summer?'"
+
+                                              EMILY CARTER
+
+
+
+
+LISA.
+
+
+LISA was a little German girl who lived in a village on the seacoast.
+Her father was a fisherman, and sometimes he would take her with him on
+pleasant days when he went in his boat.
+
+They would start in the morning, and after sailing about, and catching a
+good load of fish, would come home at noon to the nice dinner which
+Lisa's elder sister had prepared for them.
+
+One day Lisa was alone in the house. Her sister had gone away to spend
+the day, and her father was out fishing. A heavy storm came up. It
+rocked the house, and blew the shutters to and fro; but Lisa never
+heeded it, for she was thinking of her father.
+
+After the storm had ceased, she went to the door and looked out. An old
+fisherman was passing with his son. She asked him about her father. He
+pointed out the place where he had seen him before the storm, and said,
+"I fear that your father's boat has been driven upon the rocks, for it
+is no longer to be seen."
+
+Without a moment's delay, Lisa tied on her hat, and hastened down to the
+shore. She got into a boat, and was pushing off, when an old sailor
+stopped her, and asked her where she was going.
+
+"I am going in search of my father," said she.
+
+"I will go with you, my good girl," said the sailor; and he sprang into
+the boat, and took the oars.
+
+They rowed out to the rocks, for the sea had gone down. Poor Lisa's
+heart sank within her as she gazed upon that angry coast; for the first
+thing that caught her eyes was a fragment of a boat.
+
+Yes, her father's boat had surely been wrecked. "Oh, my dear, dear
+father!" said Lisa, bursting into tears, "I shall never see him again."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But hark! There comes a shout, "Boat ahoy!" Lisa's heart beats wildly,
+for it is her father's voice. Quick as thought, the sailor pulls to the
+place where the sound came from. And there Lisa found her father
+clinging to a rock. What a joyful meeting there was! And how happy Lisa
+felt to think that she had gone so promptly to the rescue!
+
+There were thankful hearts in the fisherman's cottage that night; and
+Lisa never forgot the good old sailor who had proved such a true friend
+in time of need.
+
+                                                   IDA FAY.
+
+
+
+
+THE SOLDIERS.
+
+
+    FIVE gallant soldiers standing in a row,
+    Five nimble soldiers marching to and fro.
+              First General Spry,
+              Next Colonel Try,
+              Then Major Tall,
+              And Sergeant Dapper,
+              And Corporal Small.
+
+    Five gallant soldiers all in fine array,
+    Five dashing soldiers meet them on the way.
+              First General Stout,
+              Next Colonel Look-out,
+              Then Major Trim,
+              And Sergeant Taper,
+              And Corporal Slim.
+
+    Ten gallant soldiers waiting our command,
+    Look, and you will see them,--five upon each hand.
+
+                                          GEORGE COOPER.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON.
+
+VOL. XXX--NO. 3.]
+
+
+
+
+JENNY AND BENNY.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    WAS ever child so lovely!
+      Was ever child so fair!
+    Had ever child such bright blue eyes,
+      Such lips, such golden hair!
+    Say, is there any baby
+      With this one to compare?
+
+    Oh, yes! there is one other
+      That's just as good as she:
+    It is my baby-brother,
+      Whose picture here you see.
+
+                           N. M. O.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PET FAWN.
+
+
+ONE day, Albert, who lived in a city, received a letter from his papa,
+who was absent in the country, which I think my little readers will
+enjoy also, and so I have got Albert's permission to give it to them.
+This is the letter:--
+
+      _My dear little Boy_,--In a lonely place, just at the
+      edge of a wood, where I was detained, week before
+      last, I came across a most delightful little pet. You
+      could not guess in twenty guesses what it was, and so
+      I will tell you at once.
+
+      It was a fawn about eight months old. I am sure if you
+      could have seen him you would never have given papa a
+      moment's rest till you had him as your own pet; and
+      perhaps I shall have something to say to you about
+      that by and by.
+
+      Well, this charming little pet was of a light
+      yellowish-brown color, and over his whole body were
+      white spots about the size of a dime.
+
+      Some boys had surprised him asleep, when he was about
+      a week old, and had carefully taken him home with
+      them. There he had been tended and made much of by the
+      whole family, and so he had grown to have a genuine
+      affection for his captors.
+
+      He was allowed full freedom to go about the woods as
+      he chose, and never failed to return at night; and
+      when called by name--for the boys had named him
+      Dick--he would come bounding up as if he dearly loved
+      to be petted.
+
+      It was amusing to see him eat milk. When the saucer
+      was set before him and he commenced to lap the milk,
+      he would beat a tattoo with one of his front feet. He
+      never lapped his saucer of milk without, in this
+      manner, beating the floor with his hoof.
+
+      Now, my little boy, I do wish that these boys might be
+      induced to sell this fawn. If I could get him, don't
+      you think a little boy that I could name would have a
+      beautiful pet? But we will not expect too much, will
+      we?
+
+                                        Your loving PAPA.
+
+I want to tell my little readers that Albert has a fawn which he calls
+his own and pets and caresses. It has a blue ribbon around its neck with
+a little bell attached, and we all laugh to see it beat a tattoo with
+its little foot while it laps milk from a saucer. Albert says, "It's ten
+times more beautiful, and a hundred times dearer than papa wrote about."
+
+                                              CHARLES T. JEROME.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+HOW THE SHEEP FOUND BO-PEEP.
+
+
+    LITTLE Bo-peep awoke from her sleep;
+      Her eyes opened wide and wider;
+    For she found herself seated on the grass
+      With an old sheep standing beside her.
+
+    "Little Bo-peep," said the good old sheep,
+      "How glad I am that we've found you!
+    Here we are--rams and sheep and lambs--
+      All flocking up around you."
+
+    "You blessed sheep," said little Bo-peep,
+      "I've been worried to death about you."
+    "We've been searching for you," said the good old sheep:
+      "We wouldn't go home without you."
+
+                                          DORA BURNSIDE.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE FLOWER-GIRL.
+
+
+HELEN GRAHAM was spending the winter with her mother in Nice. This is a
+charming place in the south of France, on the shore of the Mediterranean
+Sea, and their home there was in a pretty villa.
+
+One morning, as Helen was watering and trimming her plants at the open
+window,--for the air is warm and pleasant in Nice, even in winter,--she
+heard a soft voice calling just underneath, "_Mademoiselle, achetez mes
+fleurs, s'il vous plait?_" In English this means, "Please buy my
+flowers, miss?"
+
+Helen looked down, and there stood a little barefooted, dark-eyed girl,
+a good deal smaller than herself, holding up a bunch of roses and
+violets. Her face was so sweet and smiling, that Helen could not refuse
+her: so she said in French, "How much are they, little girl?"
+
+"_Dix centimes seulement_" ("only two cents"), she replied.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Come round to the door, and I will buy them," said Helen.
+
+The girl ran quickly to the door. When Helen learned from her that her
+mother was very poor, she gave her more than the price of her flowers;
+and the little girl's face fairly beamed with delight when she went
+away.
+
+                                              IDA FAY.
+
+
+
+
+MABEL AND THE BUST.
+
+
+    UPON the floor our little Mabel sits,
+      Gazing, with wonder and delight,
+    Upon a marble bust. She cons it o'er,
+      With visage keen and bright,
+    Till cautiously upon the stone she lays
+      Her dimpled fingers white.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    A tiny frown drives all the smiles away.
+      She scans the image with a rueful stare,
+    Then turning from it with a quivering lip,
+      The fickle baby wails in deep despair.
+    "What is it that disturbs my little pet?"
+      _She cannot pull his hair!_
+
+                                        W. G.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FEEDING THE DUCKS.
+
+
+"SPEAK for it if you want it," said little Johnny, holding out a piece
+of bread to the old duck.
+
+She had just come in with her large family from a swim in the pond.
+
+"Quack, quack!" said the duck, waddling up, and opening her great bill.
+
+"Don't let the old duck swallow your finger, Johnny!" said Ellen.
+
+Johnny dropped the bread. The greedy duck snatched it, and in less than
+half a minute she opened her great bill again, and quacked for more.
+
+Meanwhile grandma had been throwing out meal to the ducklings. But one
+pert little duckling was not satisfied with that.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He lifted up his head, and fluttered his little bits of wings, and
+opened his mouth, and tried to quack, as much as to say,--
+
+"I don't like meal and water. I want to have what ma has. Give me some
+too."
+
+This made Ellen laugh: it was so like some children that she had seen!
+
+                                              UNCLE CHARLES.
+
+
+
+
+"TIT FOR TAT."
+
+
+    LITTLE Tommy Tompkins sitting on a log
+    Holds a conversation with a consequential frog.
+
+    "Little Tommy Tompkins," says that frog, says he,
+    "Yesterday I saw you fling a stone at me.
+
+    "I had my new green coat on: you nearly ruined that!
+    Little Tommy Tompkins, I believe in 'tit for tat.'"
+
+    "Please, I didn't mean to," cries Tommy in affright,
+    "I know--boo-hoo--'twas wrong. I know it wasn't right."
+
+    "Little Tommy Tompkins," the dreadful frog replies,
+    "Dry your tears, and stop your noise, and from that log arise.
+
+    "The sport of being stoned you shall have a chance to see;
+    I hope it will be fun for you; 'twill be jolly fun for me."
+
+    Then on a sudden Tommy goes tumbling with a splash
+    Down to the muddy water, while froggie makes a dash,
+
+    And, sitting on the log, oh many a stone throws he,
+    Hitting wretched little Tommy with considerable glee.
+
+    "Hold on!" cries Tommy, vainly. "You're nothing but a frog!"
+    Comes the answer, as the stones fly faster from the log.
+
+    Was ever boy so wretched! was ever frog so glad!
+    I really don't know what would have happened to the lad.
+
+    But by chance a wandering bee stung young Tommy on the nose,
+    And, waking from a fearful dream, up from that log he rose.
+
+                                               MARY D. BRINE.
+
+
+
+
+LONELY JACK.
+
+
+WHO do you suppose Jack was? Not a boy, nor a dog, nor a horse, nor a
+parrot. He was a fat little donkey, who lived on a large farm with
+thirteen other donkeys, all fat too, and they had nothing to do all day
+long but eat and be happy.
+
+Jack thought there never before had been such fortunate creatures as
+they were, and did not dream of separation from his dear friends. But
+one day a man came up with a rope, and, before the donkeys knew what he
+was doing, threw it over poor little Jack's neck, and tried to lead him
+away.
+
+But Jack hadn't the least intention of going. Oh, dear, no! He planted
+his feet firmly on the ground, while the man pulled, and pulled, and
+pulled, but could not make him stir a step. At last the man gave up and
+went away; but he came back the next day with two more men.
+
+Then, spite of Jack's firmness, his legs were bound, and he was laid in
+a wagon, and carried miles and miles away from all his dear companions.
+
+His new home was a small farm where there were no friends for him at
+all. Jack soon grew so lonely, that he even felt anxious to scrape
+acquaintance with the hens and chickens. But they all rushed wildly away
+as soon he approached; and one old hen cackled out, "Good gracious, my
+children, my children! do keep out of the way of that ugly beast."
+
+Jack was so grieved that he did not dare to make any more attempts at
+sociability that day; and, indeed there was no one else he could speak
+to, except Growler, the big bull-dog.
+
+"A fine day, sir," said Jack, carelessly sauntering by the kennel.
+
+"Bow-wow-wow!" barked Growler, making a frantic rush for Jack's legs.
+
+Now donkeys don't often run; but Jack ran then as fast as he could go,
+straight across to the other end of the field, and right into a lot of
+the most delicious nettles.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But what pleasure can one find in dainty fare when one is alone? Jack
+stood looking around till he happened to spy a goat who seemed to be
+about as sad as himself.
+
+"Are you homesick?" asked Jack.
+
+"No," said the goat mournfully.
+
+"Some other kind of sick?" suggested Jack, glad to find some one who
+would give him a civil answer.
+
+"No," answered the goat; "but my mouth waters to taste those little
+tender twigs on that tree just out of my reach. If I only had a box," he
+added, shaking his head, "or something to stand on, I could get them
+easily."
+
+"Jump up on my back, and eat as many as you want," said Jack, ever ready
+to do a favor.
+
+The goat hesitated. "I am afraid I might hurt you," he said.
+
+"Nothing ever hurts me," responded Jack. "Jump up." So the goat took
+courage, made a leap, and landed safely on the donkey's back.
+
+Jack stood there patiently while his new friend made a dainty feast.
+
+"Is it good?" he asked.
+
+"Delicious! Oh, so nice! But"--and the goat broke off in a frightened
+manner. "Don't you see?" he began again after a moment. "There's the
+farmer looking at us. Oh, dear me, what will he do?"
+
+"Nothing," said Jack. "Go on eating, and let him look if he wants to."
+
+"No, no! I had better get down," said the goat.
+
+"Don't be afraid," the donkey insisted. "Stay there, and eat as much as
+you want."
+
+The goat was not willing to be thought a coward: so, with one eye still
+on the farmer, he began to eat again. His master, after staring at the
+strange couple for a moment, burst into a loud laugh, and went away.
+
+"There, I've had enough," the goat said with a sigh of pleasure, as he
+jumped off Jack's back. "Thank you very much. Let's be friends."
+
+Jack was so delighted with this suggestion, that he brayed until the
+hills re-echoed with the sound of his voice. And from that day to this
+the donkey and goat have been inseparable friends. We never see one
+without the other.
+
+                                              B. WATSON.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE BUSYBODY.
+
+
+    OH, but she is such a dear little mite!
+    Never at rest: even now, as I write,
+    Going out shopping, or making a call,
+    Talking to chairs, rocking dolly so small.
+    Never a leaf on the sunshiny tree,
+    When the wind blows, is as tireless as she.
+    Ask for a kiss, she will quietly say,
+    "Haven't got time: I'm too busy to-day."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    Are the birds weary when down goes the sun?
+    Or the wee lambkins when homeward they run?
+    Or the bright butterflies folding their wings?
+    Grasshoppers, crickets, and all merry things?
+    Then must this dear busybody of ours
+    Long for her rest with the close of the flowers.
+    Oh the sweet lips that so lovingly say,
+    "Good-night,--so tired,--I've been busy to-day!"
+
+                                    GEORGE COOPER.
+
+
+
+
+THE MORNING SAIL.
+
+
+  Words from "THE YOUTH'S COMPANION."          Music by W. G. PUTNEY.
+
+
+[Illustration: Music]
+
+    1. Once I got into a boat,
+       Such a pretty, pretty boat!
+         Just as the day was dawning;
+       And I took a little oar,
+       And push'd off from the shore.
+         Oh, very, very early in the morning!
+
+    Chorus.
+
+    And every little wave had its nightcap on,
+    Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on;
+    And every little wave had its nightcap on,
+    So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    2 In their caves so still and deep
+      All the fishes were asleep,
+        When a ripple gave them warning.
+      Said the minnow to the skate,
+      "Don't lie abed so late;"
+        Said he, "'Tis very early in the morning."
+
+    CHO.--For every little wave had its nightcap on,
+          Its nightcap, white cap, nightcap on;
+          For every little wave had its nightcap on,
+          So very, very early in the morning.
+
+    3 Said the sturgeon to the eel,
+      "Just imagine how I feel;
+        (Excuse me, my dear, for yawning;)
+      People ought to let us know
+      When sailing they would go,
+        So very, very early in the morning."--CHO.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+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.
+
+Page 279, actual translation of "Dix centimes seulement" is "only ten
+cents" not "two" as the original states.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's The Nursery, September 1881, Vol. XXX, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42158 ***