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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42160 ***
+
+THE
+
+NURSERY
+
+_A Monthly Magazine_
+
+FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
+
+VOLUME XXX.--No. 5.
+
+    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
+    Where Jimmy Lives                            323
+    Jessie and her Kitten                        324
+    Fanchette                                    329
+    Old Jack                                     333
+    A Day in the Woods                           338
+    Milly and Jip                                342
+    Lawn-Tennis                                  344
+    The Kitten's Necktie                         345
+    A Basket from Home                           348
+    A Letter from Honolulu                       350
+
+
+IN VERSE.
+
+    Hush-a-by                                    322
+    Two Sides                                    326
+    Sweet Good-day                               331
+    My Garden                                    332
+    Off for the Winter                           335
+    Baby Bobby                                   341
+    A Thrifty Family                             346
+    When will the Snow come                      347
+    Christmas-Time (_with music_)                352
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HUSH-A-BY.
+
+VOL. XXX.--NO. 5.]
+
+
+
+
+HUSH-A-BY.
+
+
+    HUSH-A-BY baby: as the birds fly,
+    We are off to the island of Lullaby:
+    I am the captain, and you are the crew,
+    And the cradle, I guess, is our birch-bark canoe;
+    We'll drift away from this work-day shore,
+    Forty thousand long leagues or more,
+    Till we reach the strand where happy dreams wait,
+    Whether we're early, or whether we're late.
+
+    Hush-a-by baby: as the birds fly,
+    Let us make the snug harbor of Lullaby:
+    Some little folks are far on the way;
+    Some have put in at Wide-awake Bay;
+    Others, I fear, are long overdue;
+    Don't let this happen, my darling, to you:
+    Let us steer for the coast where happy dreams wait,
+    Whether we're early, or whether we're late.
+
+                                  MARY N. PRESCOTT.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHERE JIMMY LIVES.
+
+
+JIMMY MASON lives on a ranche in Colorado. Do you know what a ranche is?
+It is a kind of farm,--not a farm for raising wheat and potatoes and
+oats and corn, but for rearing horses and cattle and sheep.
+
+Jimmy's papa has about a hundred horses, as many cows, and a great many
+hundred sheep. He does not keep them in barns, or feed them with hay,
+but they roam over the hills, and feed on grass both in winter and
+summer.
+
+Mr. Mason's house is five miles from any neighbor, and fifteen miles
+from town. There is no garden or fence round it, and there are no trees
+to be seen anywhere near. But there are wild flowers in abundance. One
+of them is a species of cactus. It bears beautiful yellow blossoms in
+summer, after which comes the fruit, a prickly pear, not good to eat.
+Another kind of cactus has crimson and scarlet blossoms, but no prickly
+pears.
+
+Both of these plants are covered with sharp thorns and prickles. Jimmy
+thinks the blossoms are pretty; but he does not like to pick them. Can
+you guess why?
+
+Where do you suppose Jimmy goes to school? Well, he goes to his mamma,
+and he has a very nice teacher. He never gets lonesome; for he has so
+much to do and so much to think about, that he has no time to be
+lonesome.
+
+He helps his mother in the house, he takes care of the chickens, he
+makes friends with the sheep. When he gets a little bigger, he will ride
+on horseback and help his papa in taking care of the horses and cattle
+out on the hills.
+
+                                             EMMA MITCHELL.
+
+
+
+
+JESSIE AND HER KITTEN.
+
+
+"O MAMMA!" said little Jessie one stormy afternoon, "I'm tired of
+playing with dolly, I'm tired of looking at pictures, I'm tired of my
+blocks, and I'm tired of sitting still. What shall I do?"
+
+"Call kitty," said her mother, "and let her try to catch this ball while
+you hold the string."
+
+"Oh, yes, that will be fun," said Jessie; "but if I make a noise, mamma,
+you will be sure to say, 'Hush, my child! or you will wake grandma.'"
+
+Her mamma laughed, and said, "I think we can manage that, dear. You
+shall go down in the large front-hall, and there you can run and play as
+much as you please."
+
+Jessie was delighted with this plan, and presently stood holding the
+ball just out of reach of the kitten's paws, saying, "Catch it if you
+can, kitty; catch it if you can!"
+
+As soon as kitty, standing on her hind-legs, had her paw almost upon it,
+away Jessie would run, shouting and laughing, and kitty would follow her
+as fast as she could go.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+When they had played till Jessie was quite tired, she went to her mamma
+with kitty cuddled in her arms, and said, "We have had a jolly time,
+mamma! Now I must give kitty some milk and put her to bed; for I think
+she is hungry and sleepy after so much exercise." This last was a big
+word for such a little girl, and she said it quite slowly.
+
+"Yes, dear," mamma said, smiling, "and I think I know somebody else who
+will soon be hungry and sleepy too."
+
+                                             JANE OLIVER.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+TWO SIDES.
+
+
+    OH, dear! oh, dear! the summer's past;
+      The singing-birds have gone;
+    The robin, from the maple-bough,
+      Who waked me every morn;
+    The bobolink that used to make
+      The meadow-grass with music shake;
+    The humming-bird that dipped his bill
+      In lily-cup and rose,--
+    Not one would stay; I only hear
+      The cawing of the crows.
+    The fields look brown: oh, dear! oh, dear!
+      The dismal autumn days are here.
+    And all my pretty flowers are dead!
+      My roses and sweet-peas;
+    The hollyhocks, where, all the day,
+      There was a crowd of bees;
+    The lovely morning-glory vine,
+      That round my window used to twine;
+    The larkspur, with its horns of blue;
+      The sunflower proud and tall,--
+    That thief the Frost, so sly and still,
+      Has come and stolen all!
+    Chill blows the wind; oh, dear! oh, dear!
+      The dreary autumn days are here.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+    The hives are full of honeycomb;
+      The barns are full of hay;
+    The bins are heaped with ripened grain,
+      That empty were in May;
+    The red and yellow apples now
+      Bend many a heavy orchard bough;
+    Dark purple, 'mid their withered leaves,
+      The frost-grapes smell of musk;
+    The pumpkins lie in yellow heaps;
+      And, in its silver husk,
+    The corn now shows a golden ear;
+      Come! why be sorry autumn's here?
+    The sharp frost cracks the prickly burrs;
+      The keen wind scatters down
+    Upon the grass, for eager hands,
+      The chestnuts ripe and brown;
+    The orange woods, the flame-red bowers,
+      Are brighter than the gayest flowers;
+    'Tis constant changes make the year:
+      Then why be sorry autumn's here?
+
+                                  MARIAN DOUGLAS.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+FANCHETTE.
+
+
+WHILE spending a winter in a quiet old town in Southern France, I used
+to meet in my walks, a girl about ten years of age, trudging along,
+bare-footed, carrying on her arm a large basket.
+
+The first time we met she looked up at me with such a pleasant smile,
+that I bowed and smiled in return. After a few days we became still
+better acquainted, and she would say, "_Bon jour, madame!_" in answer to
+my greeting.
+
+One day, besides the basket, she carried a large fagot, and her apron
+full of wild flowers and drooping vines. Then I thought I would like to
+know more about her. So I said, "You look tired, my little girl: will
+you not sit down under this old tree with me, and tell me where you
+live, and where you go every day with that big basket?"
+
+She seemed quite pleased to do so, and then told me that her father was
+a wood-cutter, and that every day she had to walk three miles to the
+forest to carry him his dinner, and sometimes to help bind fagots.
+
+"My name," she said, "is Fanchette, and I have a sister Marie, and a
+sister Claire, and a baby-brother named Pierre. My sister Marie is ill,
+and cannot leave her bed, and I have gathered these flowers to take to
+her."
+
+"But are you not tired with walking so far?"
+
+"A little tired, madam," she said; "but I do not mind, for Marie will be
+so pleased with these flowers, and baby will clap his hands and laugh
+when he sees me coming. Then mother will take this fagot and light the
+fire, and give us our supper, and we shall be very merry.
+
+"There is my home," she said, pointing to a small brown thatched cottage
+under a hill not far away. "Will you not come to see us some day,
+madam?"
+
+I promised to do so, and when I kept my word soon after, I found all as
+she had said. Though they were poor, and the mother had to work hard,
+their home was so neat, and all seemed so happy in it, that it was a
+pleasure to go there. I repeated my visits many times, carrying dainties
+for the invalid, who was soon quite well and strong; and I shall never
+forget bright, cheery little Fanchette.
+
+                                             ANNA LIVINGSTON.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+SWEET GOOD-DAY.
+
+
+    "WE are fading, little children;
+      One by one, we flutter down;
+    For the winds are harsh and chilly,
+      And the meadows, bare and brown.
+    We are fading," leaves of purple,
+      Leaves of amber, softly say;
+    "But we'll meet you in the May-time,
+      Our merry, merry play-time:
+      Little children, sweet good-day!"
+
+    "We are going, little children,"
+      Sigh the flowers in the sun;
+    "Oh! we soon shall end our singing,"
+      Lisp the brooklets as they run;
+    And the birds, with silver warble,
+      Long before they wing away,
+    Pipe, "We'll meet you in the May-time,
+      Our merry, merry play-time:
+      Little children, sweet good-day!"
+
+                                  GEORGE COOPER.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+MY GARDEN.
+
+
+    WHEN fields are green, and skies are fair,
+    And summer fragrance fills the air,
+    I love to watch the budding rose
+    That in my pleasant garden grows;
+    But when old Winter, fierce and free,
+    Has hushed the murmur of the bee,
+    And all the fields and hills are hid
+    Beneath his snowy coverlid,
+    Oh! then my only garden-spot
+    Is just this little flower-pot.
+
+                                  X. V. Z.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+OLD JACK.
+
+
+"DEAR me!" exclaimed Mrs. Smith, as she looked from the kitchen-window
+of her farmhouse; "there are uncle Joe, and aunt Peggy, and all the
+girls! They have come to tea, I'm certain, and I haven't a speck of
+green tea in the house. Uncle Joe can't drink any thing else, and he
+must have white sugar in it too.
+
+"Here, Mike, Mike! take a basket, jump on old Jack, and go to the store
+just as fast as you can. Get a pound of the best green tea and three
+pounds of white lump sugar. Now mind you are back in half an hour."
+
+Mike was delighted. He had come to live on the farm only the week
+before, and in all his life had never been on the back of a horse or
+donkey. He had looked every day with longing eyes at Jack grazing
+quietly in the pasture, and had thought how happy he should be if he
+were ever allowed to have a ride on him. So off he started in great
+glee, saying to himself, "It will be easy enough to manage this little
+fellow."
+
+When about half a mile on the way, they came to a brook, and Mike
+thought he would let Jack have a drink. This was all very well; but,
+when Mike wanted to go on, Jack had changed his mind, and concluded not
+to go any further.
+
+Mike pulled and pulled on the bridle, trying to turn him back into the
+road; but the obstinate creature planted his feet firmly, and would not
+budge an inch.
+
+Just then a kind old Irishman came, on the little foot-bridge, over the
+brook, and Mike called to him to know what he should do. "Sure, you must
+have a stick, sonny," said the man. "Donkeys won't go without the
+stick."
+
+So he cut a stick from a tree near by, and gave it to Mike, who used it
+as hard as he could, but to no purpose. Then the old man took another,
+and, going behind the little beast, touched him up smartly with it, at
+the same time giving his tail a funny little twist.
+
+This was more than Jack could stand. He gave in and jogged on. But he
+would go very slowly, in spite of Mike's urging, and now and then he
+would amuse himself by kicking out his hind-legs, and trying to throw
+Mike off.
+
+Once, too, just as they were starting back from the grocer's he suddenly
+lay down flat, and threw Mike over his head, scattering basket and
+bundles.
+
+Poor Mike was half an hour late; but, when he told good Mrs. Smith all
+his troubles, she excused him. She laughed hard, too, when Mike said,
+like a true-born Irish boy, "Sure, marm, I never want to ride Jack again
+till I've learned how."
+
+                                             IDA FAY.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+OFF FOR THE WINTER.
+
+
+        "O SWALLOWS! what can be the matter?
+        And what do you mean by your chatter?
+        You sit on the barn-roof by dozens,--
+        Aunts, grandmothers, uncles, and cousins;
+    You circle and wheel, then you twitter away:
+    Oh, what are you saying? Do tell me, I pray."
+
+        "My little one, cold winds are blowing;
+        We swallows to South-land are going:
+        We meet in the clear autumn weather,
+        And plan our long journey together.
+    When spring-time returns, with its green dancing leaves,
+    We'll come back to our little nests under the eaves."
+
+        "Sweet wild flowers, oh, where are you hiding?
+        In what hidden nook are you biding?
+        I've wandered the meadows all over,--
+        There's no breath of wild rose or clover;
+    No violets peeping through grass-blades I see,
+    No daisies or buttercups nodding to me."
+
+        Then up spake a gentian, late comer,
+        The last blue-eyed darling of summer,--
+        "To our long winter rest we betake us:
+        Good-night, till May breezes awake us."
+    Then her soft downy cap she drew over her head,
+    And joined her sweet sisters asleep in their bed.
+
+                                  RUTH REVERE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: A DAY IN THE WOODS.
+
+VOL. XXX.--NO. 5.]
+
+
+
+
+
+A DAY IN THE WOODS.
+
+
+"AUTUMN days are going fast. Who wants to spend a day in the woods?"
+said uncle Tom to his nieces Jennie and Kate.
+
+"I!" shouted Jennie; "and I!" shouted Kate; "and can aunt Jane and
+cousins Tom and Ann go too?" said both.
+
+"Yes," said uncle Tom: "I will take the big wagon, and there will be
+room enough for all. Run and ask your mother to put up a lunch for us.
+We must start early in the morning."
+
+Off they ran, and soon came back with Tom and Ann and their little
+brother Johnny, all eager for a frolic.
+
+The next morning, as soon as the sun peeped out of the east, all the
+children were up and dressed. By the time breakfast was over, the wagon
+stood at the door. Into it they climbed one after another. The
+lunch-basket was packed in safely. Aunt Jane sat on the front seat;
+uncle Tom jumped up beside her with the reins in his hands; the children
+shouted "Hurrah!" and off they started.
+
+What fun they had as they rode along! The pure air of the country,
+flavored with an odor of the sea (for the road lay along the side of the
+ocean), seemed to put new life into them all.
+
+When they reached the woods, they jumped out of the wagon and rambled
+about at will. The girls filled their baskets with wild flowers; aunt
+Jane twined some of them in Kate's hair; and Jennie made a lovely
+wreath, which she placed on Tom's head.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+By and by they all began to feel very hungry. So they opened the
+lunch-basket under a large tree, and found that mamma had put into it
+just what they wanted. They had a grand feast. They laughed and sang,
+and made the old woods ring with their merry voices. At last uncle Tom
+said, "Now, girls, give us one song more, and then we must be getting
+ready to go home."
+
+While they were singing, uncle Tom went after the horse. Pretty soon he
+drove up with the wagon and said, "Now pack in, every one of you, and we
+will have a jolly ride home."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They were about to take their seats in the wagon, when aunt Jane said,
+"Where's Johnny? We can't go home without him."
+
+Sure enough, Johnny was missing.
+
+"He strolled off while we were singing," said cousin Tom: "I guess he
+went down to the beach; for I saw him go in that direction, and he had
+a box under his arm, probably to put shells in."
+
+"I'll warrant that's where he's gone," said uncle Tom. "And he is there
+exploring now, I dare say. But he can't be far off. We'll call him."
+
+Then uncle Tom shouted in his deep voice, "Johnny!" Then aunt Jane and
+all the girls joined in the chorus of "Johnny!"
+
+"The boy must be deaf if he does not hear that," said uncle Tom. Then
+they all shouted together once more. In a moment they heard Johnny's
+voice in reply. "I'm coming in a minute," said he.
+
+"Hurry up," cried uncle Tom. "We are waiting for you."
+
+It was five minutes before Johnny appeared, and then he came holding
+something in his hand triumphantly.
+
+"What in the world have you there?" said aunt Jane.
+
+"Something better than wild flowers," said Johnny.
+
+Now what do you suppose it was? It was a live crab, which the boy had
+found among the rocks on the shore.
+
+"You are not going to take it home with you, are you?" said aunt Jane.
+
+"Of course I am," said Johnny.
+
+"Well, jump in," said uncle Tom, "crab and all. We can't stop any
+longer."
+
+So Johnny scrambled into the wagon with the rest, and off they drove.
+
+                                             UNCLE SAM.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+
+BABY BOBBY.
+
+    I KNOW a house so full of noise,
+    You'd think a regiment of boys,
+    From early morn till close of day,
+    Were busy with their romping play.
+    And yet, I'm ready to declare,
+    There is but one small youngster there,--
+    A little golden-headed chap,
+    Who used to think his mother's lap
+    The nicest place that e'er could be,
+    Until he grew so big that he
+    Was most a man, and learned what fun
+    It is to shout and jump and run.
+    This restless, noisy little elf
+    Has learned, alas! to think himself
+    Too old in mother's arms to sleep;
+    Yet his blue eyes he cannot keep
+    From hiding 'neath their lids so white;
+    And, climbing to the sofa's height,
+    He snuggles down, forgets his play,
+    And into Dreamland sails away;
+    And then it is that mamma knows
+    Why the whole house so silent grows.
+
+                                  MARY D. BRINE.
+
+
+
+
+
+MILLY AND JIP.
+
+
+THIS is a little English girl. Her name is Mildred; but she is usually
+called Milly. She has always lived in a fine old house, with lovely
+grounds about it, not far from London. But now she is going, with her
+father and mother, to India.
+
+She thinks it will be very nice to be travelling so far away with them;
+but she is sorry to leave her kind grandmother, and all her aunts and
+cousins. She could not help crying when she said good-by to them.
+
+"I cannot go without my Jip," she said to her mother the day before
+leaving.
+
+"Oh, no, darling!" said her mother. "I wouldn't think of leaving the
+little dog behind. He will be a fine play-fellow for you on board the
+ship."
+
+So she has Jip cuddled close in her arms, you see. It is late in
+November, and the weather is cold. But Milly has plenty of warm fur
+wraps to protect her and her pet too.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She will soon be far away from cold weather, and when she reaches India,
+she will laugh at the thought of ever being bundled up in all that fur.
+
+                                             JANE OLIVER.
+
+
+
+
+LAWN-TENNIS.
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+JOHN sits on a three-legged stool. What is he doing? We can't tell, for
+we can't see through him: so we must guess. I guess he is watching a
+game of lawn-tennis.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+I think I see one of the players that John has his eye on. It is a
+bright little girl. Her name is Julia. Look at her. She is having fine
+fun. John hopes that her side will win. And so do I. Let us all give
+three cheers for her.
+
+                                  M. L. O.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE KITTEN'S NECKTIE.
+
+
+"PUSS, Puss, Puss! where are you?" said little Nellie Rich. She had tied
+a new, bright, cherry ribbon on the kitten's neck, and told her to keep
+it nice; "for," said Nellie, "my cousin Belle is coming to see me this
+afternoon, and I want to show her how pretty you can look."
+
+And now naughty puss had run off, and she would come back, perhaps, with
+the new ribbon all rumpled and soiled. After searching through the
+house, Nellie ran out to the barn to look for the lost pet.
+
+Sure enough, there was the kitten, not taking the least care of her
+necktie, just ready to pounce upon a big mouse.
+
+Nellie's voice startled her so that she did not catch the mouse, after
+all. The nimble little rogue darted into a hole before kitty could even
+get her paw on his tail.
+
+But the cherry bow was still safe and unsoiled. So, after giving pussy
+a lecture on her disobedience, Nellie took her into the house.
+
+She met Belle at the door, and told her what a search she had made;
+while puss, cuddled in her arms, kept up a busy purring, as much as to
+say, "I'm sorry you were displeased with me. I really thought you would
+praise me for trying to catch that big mouse; for I'm not much more than
+a kitten yet."
+
+                                             DORA BURNSIDE.
+
+
+
+
+
+A THRIFTY FAMILY.
+
+
+    'TWAS a bitter cold morning; the new-fallen snow
+    Had pierced every crack where a snowflake could go;
+    The streams were all solid, the ice sharp and clear;
+    And even the fishes were chilly, I fear.
+
+    Almost all the wild creatures were troubled and cold,
+    And sighed for sweet summer,--the shy and the bold;
+    But one thrifty family, as you must know,
+    Was breakfasting merrily under the snow.
+
+    Close by a tall tree, in a hole in the ground,
+    Which led to a parlor, with leaves cushioned round,
+    Five jolly red squirrels were sitting at ease,
+    And eating their breakfast, as gay as you please.
+
+                                  D. H. R. GOODALE.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+WHEN WILL THE SNOW COME?
+
+
+    WHEN will the snow come, mother dear?
+    When will the soft white snow be here?
+    Upon my sled I want to go:
+    Oh for the snow! I long for snow.
+
+    I want to see it falling fast,
+    And covering all the ground at last,
+    So Dick and I can snowballs throw:
+    Oh for the snow, the splendid snow!
+
+    I look, as soon as it is light,
+    To see if all the earth is white;
+    I watch the clouds each day, but no,
+    There's not a single flake of snow.
+
+    I want to plunge about, waist deep,
+    In the great drifts so high and steep,
+    And wash Dick's face,--oh, you don't know
+    What lots of fun we have with snow!
+
+    We're going to build a fort, and you'll
+    See battles fought there after school!
+    And cannon-balls will fly--hallo!
+    Look! mother, look! here comes the snow!
+
+                                  ELIZABETH SILL.
+
+
+
+
+A BASKET FROM HOME.
+
+
+"HALLOA, boys! Here's old Trott, the expressman, coming into the yard.
+What do you suppose he has brought?" exclaimed one of a group of boys in
+the playground of a country boarding-school.
+
+"It is probably a box for me," said one of the older boys, with rather
+an important air.
+
+This boy, being somewhat selfish, was not a favorite with the little
+ones, one of whom whispered to another, "I hope it isn't for him, don't
+you? None of the rest of us will get a peep into it if it is."
+
+Presently the wagon stopped; and Mr. Trott pulled out a basket, and
+reading the address, "Master Robert Rand," said, "Is there any boy of
+that name here?"
+
+A bright little fellow answered quickly, "That is my name."
+
+"Then this basket is yours," said the driver.
+
+"Hurrah for you, Rob!" called out four other boys about his age. "Come
+on, we'll help you carry it in."
+
+In a few minutes the same boys stood around the basket with eager eyes;
+and Rob and his cousin Willy were seated on the floor, unpacking it.
+
+Oranges, lemons, and apples were soon displayed; then a pot of jam
+appeared.
+
+"Halloa, what's down in that corner?" cried Tom, a youngster in Scotch
+cap and velveteen suit. "Isn't that a cake, though!" as a big round cake
+well stuffed with plums appeared.
+
+"And there's a box of sardines," shouted another boy.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"What's in this paper bag?" said Rob. "First-rate! it's white sugar.
+That's for lemonade. Mother hasn't forgotten how much I like it."
+
+So all the good things that Rob's thoughtful mother had sent him were
+one by one set out upon the floor.
+
+Rob looked at each one with real delight, and, when the basket was
+emptied, he said,--
+
+"Now, boys, there's some eating to be done, and I want you all to help
+me. It is Saturday afternoon: let us all go into the woods and have a
+regular picnic."
+
+All agreed that this would be jolly fun. One boy (who had a brother in
+college) remarked that it would be "just immense."
+
+Willy, the youngest boy, who was a great pet with the housekeeper, was
+sent to borrow a pitcher and tumblers, and whatever else was needed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Instead of a pitcher, what do you think he brought back?--A teakettle,
+just like this!
+
+"Why, what did you bring that for?" said Rob.
+
+"Because I thought a pitcher wouldn't hold lemonade enough," said Willy.
+
+"There's something in that," said Tom.
+
+"We'll put something in it, anyhow," said Rob; and they all had a good
+laugh.
+
+Several other boys joined them at Rob's invitation, and they soon found
+a pleasant, shady spot near a cool spring.
+
+"Very handy," said Tom, "for making lemonade."
+
+We have not space to tell all the good things that were said at the
+feast. In fact, there was no reporter present. But it was a jolly
+affair. When it was ended, three cheers were given for Robby Rand, and
+three more for his basket; and then the boys started for home, to wind
+up the fun with a game of ball.
+
+                                             UNCLE CHARLES.
+
+
+
+
+A LETTER FROM HONOLULU.
+
+
+LAST Christmas my mamma gave me a bound volume of "The Nursery," and I
+have been wanting to tell you how much I like it.
+
+I live in Honolulu, way off in the Pacific Ocean. I wonder if many of
+your readers know what a pretty place Honolulu is. The town faces the
+open sea; but those who have been accustomed to the stormy Atlantic or
+the Northern Pacific would scarcely believe that this calm blue water is
+the ocean.
+
+Back of the town are two mountains,--"Punch-bowl" and "Diamond Head."
+Between them there is a cocoanut-grove, near which there is a nice place
+for sea-bathing. As it is a short drive from town, we often go there to
+bathe, and have great fun. We have no winter here, and it is never too
+cold to bathe. I am trying to learn to swim.
+
+Sometimes I get tired of having it always summer, and wish for the fun
+that the snow and ice bring, about which I read so much in "The
+Nursery."
+
+I go to a kindergarten, and we learn a great many of your songs. Some of
+your poetry we have made into songs, and we like them very much. Last
+summer, at the closing exercises of our class, we played the
+"Kindergarten Game" published in the January number of last year, and
+every one was delighted with it.
+
+If you like this letter I may write again, and tell you about a feast
+that I went to, in celebration of the birthday of the little
+Victoria-Kawekin-Kaiulani-Lunalilo-Kalaninuiahilapalapa. Is it not a
+pretty name? I cannot pronounce it all for I do not speak the native
+language. I am a little German girl and my name is
+
+                                             ALEXANDRA.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Music]
+
+
+
+
+CHRISTMAS TIME.
+
+    T. CRAMPTON.
+
+
+    1. Come, stir the fire, 'tis Christmas time!
+       While loud the winds howl o'er us,
+       We'll hail the day with joyful lay,
+       And raise the swelling chorus.
+       Time, who brings both care and sorrow,
+       Bids them slumber till to-morrow,
+       Bids them slumber till to-morrow.
+
+    2  To joyous music's merry strain
+       Responsive hearts are beating,
+       And happy voices join amain
+       The carol, Christmas greeting.
+       Hearts with fondest rapture swelling,
+       Glow while lips their thoughts are telling.
+
+    3  Then raise the song for Christmas time,
+       While winds are loudly blowing,
+       With carol old and chorus bold
+       Our joyful praises showing,
+       Bright the old yule-log is beaming,
+       Let each soul of joy be dreaming.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+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, November 1881, Vol. XXX, by Various
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 42160 ***