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diff --git a/42160-0.txt b/42160-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d1ab707 --- /dev/null +++ b/42160-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,942 @@ +*** 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 *** |