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diff --git a/42158-0.txt b/42158-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..15856a5 --- /dev/null +++ b/42158-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,950 @@ +*** 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 *** |