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The child's fancy, or, Stories for grave and gay

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The child's fancy, or, Stories for grave and gay
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Stories for grave and gay
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Haven, Alice B ( Alice Bradley ), 1827-1863 ( Editor )
Hazard, Willis P ( Willis Pope ), 1825-1913 ( Publisher )
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166, <32> p., <1> leaf of plates : col. ill. ; 17 cm.

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edited by "Cousin Alice."

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STORIES FOR GRAVE AND GAY.

EDITED BY
“COUSIN ALICE,”

Author of “Pictures from the Bible,” “ Lessons of
Charity,” “ Helen Morton's Trial,” &c.

WITH ELEVEN ENGRAVINGS.

PHILADELPHIA:
WILLIS P. HAZARD, 178 CHESNUT ST.
1852.



COPYRIGHT SECURED ACCORDING TO LAW.

KITE AND WALTON, PRINTERS,
No. 50 North Fourth St.



NOTE FROM COUSIN ALICE.

Dear Inittle People,

I can very well remember how delightful a new
book used to be. How we looked at all the pic-
tures first, and then read the stories, one by one,
and talked them over with each other. I only
hope this will give you as much pleasure as
“The Mirror,” and “ Atlantic Tales,”’ and “ Pe-
ter Parley’s’” books used to bring to us. You will
find all sorts of stories; grave and gay; but all,
I believe, with some lesson that will be worth
remembering, 80 that your minds and _ hearts will
be none the less improved, because your “fancy”
was first interested.

Philadelphia,
1851.



CONTENTS.

Page,
TO MY LITTLE NIECE.—By Mrs. Law, 11
MARION’S ILLNESS.—By Mrs. Neal, 18

THE COUNTRY SCHOOL.—By Jennie Elder, 27
HENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL.—A Downright

Fairy Tale, 31
LITTLE MARY AND HER DEAD BROTHER.—
_By Nilla, 39
THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS.—By Marie Ro-
seau, 48
GUARDIAN ANGELS.—By Mrs. Neal. 54

STORY OF A MOUSE. FROM THE FRENCH.
—By Mrs. Law, 57



viii CONTENTS.

_ Page,
THE POOR MAN’S FAITH.—By M.L. Churchill, 69

THE BATTLE-GROUND OF YORKTOWN.—By

Mrs. Richards, 75
THE VAIN GIRL.—By Jennie Elder, 79
THE BROTHER AND SISTER.—By Clara Cush-

man, 87
THE WILFUL FAIRY.—By Isabel, 91,
LIFE IS SWEET.—By M. L. Churchill, 94
THE SHIP.—By C. B. C., 100
“ SLOW TO ANGER.”—By Cousin Alice, 107
WISHING, A DIALOGUE.—By a School Girl, 113
THE HAPPY DAY.—By Mrs. Neal, 116
THE HERMIT.—By Cousin Alice, 125
CHILD'S EVENING HYMN, 129
KEEPING A JOURNAL.—By Cousin Alice, 131
LITTLE NELL EVERWISH.—By Mabelle, 150
THE FANCY BALL.—By Nilla, 152

CARRY, AND THE DOG ARGUS.—By Marie, 162






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TO MY LITTLE NIECE
EMILY.

BY MRS. ANNIE F, LAW.

OVELY art thou,—little maiden !

Full of beauty,—full of grace;

With life’s sweets thy path is la-
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Sunbeams only, gild the morrow!
Lightly fall the silken lashes
On thy fair and glowing cheeks ;
’Neath its veil, thy dark eye flashes,
And thy heart’s revealings speaks,—
Telling that within its keeping,
Woman’s faith and love lie sleeping.



12 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

Guileless darling,-may each hour
Bring thee joy as pure as now !
And an angel’s guardian power,
Breathe Heaven’s peace upon thy brow ;
Leaving there a holy token,
That with God thy soul hath spoken.

To thy Saviour’s kind protection
We commit thee,—gentle child !
Trusting Him with pure affection,—
Be thou like Him, meek and mild;
And when time’s fleet course is ended,
Be thy home where Christ ascended.



THE STORY OF MARION’S ILLNESS.
BY MRS. NEAL

“Please, Cousin Alice, will you not write a
new story very soon ?”’ said Mary Connor, two or
three evenings since.

Now Cousin Alice had not intended to do so
this week, as she was very, very busy; but Mary’s
request was so quietly urged, and she was trying
so patiently to bear a distressing toothache, that
Cousin Alice could not refuse it. We all of us
know how hard it is to bear such a violent pain,
for most little girls have lost all their first teeth
before they get to be of Mary’s age. So I think
we may agree it was very good in her to try and
stifle the moans that every now and then would
come, so that they should not disturb her mamma.



14 TRE CHILD'S FANCY.

She knew that there were visiters in the parlor,
for Harry's kind aunt had been up to see her, and
had given a full history of Annie’s pet chickens,
that were so gentle she could take them anywhere
about the house. Ella raised her curly head from
the pillow, and repeated all that Harry’s aunt
had told them. She thought a chicken was an
odd pet.

Besides Mary knew that her mamma was very
tired; for Mr. Connor was just recovering from
a very severe illness, and she had nursed him
through it all; so the little girl hoped her mamma
would enjoy a nice game of chess, without being
disturbed by cries of pain she could not relieve.

Cousin Alice was sitting on the foot of the bed
in the little girls’ own room. There was the closet
"in which the baby house was kept. The room
was neatly furnished, and quite large enough for
young misses of five and eight years of age. As
it was quite late in the evening, they had been in
bed some time, and Ella was fast asleep when
Cousin Alice, speaking to Mary, roused her.
Then she was wide awake in an instant, and both
joined in asking for a new story.

Mary’s trial of Patience brought to mind some-



MARION S ILLNESS. 15

thing that happened when Cousin Alice was quite
a little girl.

THE STORY OF MARION’S ILLNESS.

Marion Grant was just.Mary’s age when she
was seized with a sudden and violent illness. She
had always been a very healthy girl; for she had
lived in the country, and had been allowed to run
and play in the open air as much as she chose,
after her lessons were learned, and her sewing for
the day completed.

But now all was very different. She was
obliged to lie quite still, in a very dark room; for
after a while she could not vary the tedious con-
finement by sitting up a little, every day. At
first she had a terrible fever ; this made her cheeks
quite scarlet, and her eyes brighter than ever they
had‘been before. Then she would toss about the
bed, and try to get cool by throwing the counter-
pane off. But the fever left her; and then she
was so very weak that she had scarcely strength
to lift her hand.

It was quite sorrowful to see how the little girl
had changed. Her face was pale and thin; and
her hands were almost like a baby’s, they had



16 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

grown so small and delicate. Then she could
only speak in a low whisper; and when she was
well none shouted more gaily, or sang more sweetly
than Marion. The tears often came into the eyes
of her elder sister—who was her kind nurse—as
she saw the patient child lying there so helpless.

It was two or three months before she was able
to sit up, more than fifteen minutes at once. Then
she was lifted from the bed to the large easy chair,
and back again, when she was weary.

One warm spring day, Marion thought she
would like to walk across the room, if her sister
would help her; but both were very much fright-
ened to find that one foot did not touch the floor,
at all. She had had a large swelling upon one of
her limbs, during her illness; and as it had been
healed, the limb had slightly contracted, and was
found to be nearly an inch shorter than the other!

Her mother was alarmed when she saw this, ~
and their good physician blamed himself very
much for not guarding against it. However, he
said he hoped it could be entirely remedied; and
from that day there was a new trial for Marion’s
patience. Every morning her leg was placed be-
tween two straight pieces of wood, connected with
some kind of a screw, and then it was pulled down-



MARION’S ILLNESS. 17

ward very tightly, giving her most severe pain.
She could not help screaming the first morning,
and when after a few minutes she was released,
she cried and sobbed as if her very heart was
breaking. She had been told that this must
be repeated every morning for a month at least,
and she could not bear the idea of such terrible
pain.

Her mamma was surprised to find her give up
in this way, for Marion had suffered so patiently
all through her illness. She had taken large
quantities of disagreeable medicine, without a
word, and had borne the leeches bravely. Mrs.
Grant waited until the first burst of sobs was over,
and then she took Marion upon her lap, and wiped
the tears away very gently.

“Do you not know, my little girl,” said she,
‘‘that we would not, willingly, give you this
pain.”

“Indeed, mamma,.I do not see why I should
be so plagued. What good can that horrid stretch-
ing do? I am sure it will kill me if you and Dr.
Gordon try it again!” was the answer.

“Do you think we do it to tease you, Ma-
rion ?”’

“I’m sure I don’t know why else!” sobbed the

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18 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

child, for now anger and a rebellious spirit were
rising in her heart, and she spoke without think-
ing what she said.

Mrs. Grant looked pained, but she knew that
Marion had been suffering intensely, and was still
very weak. So she quietly answered,

“Did you ever know me to give you unneces-
sary pain? While my little daughter was ill, did
I put those cruel blisters on her neck, for the
pleasure it gave me to see her suffer ?”’

Marion felt rebuked, but she said, still sullenly,

“Well, what good can all this do? I know
the blisters were to take the pain from my fore-
head. But this, mamma, is only to torment me,
and I won’t bear it again.”

Then, with the recollection of the pain, her
tears burst out afresh and she tried to believe her
mother was very unkind.

Mrs. Grant saw that she had done wrong in
not explaining to Marion at first the nature of the
danger with which she was threatened, and how
necessary it was that immediate remedies should
be applied. She did not chide her for the impa-
tient and disobedient exclamation, but said—

“ Marion, do you remember the Miss Hutton
you saw at Hampton Beach last summer ?”



MARION’S ILLNESS. 19

There was no reply, but Mrs. Grant continued.

‘Do you remember how difficult it was for her
to walk, and how much you pitied her. I thinkT
heard you say you would rather die than go about
on crutches all your life.”

“So I had,” said Marion, fretfully.

“And do you know when we first discovered
about your foot, Dr. Gordon said there was dan-
ger that you might be exactly like Miss Hutton
as long as you lived ?”

Marion uncovered her eyes and looked up with
a frightened glance, as if to be sure that her
mamma was not deceiving her. Mrs. Grant had
not told her Dr. Gordon’s opinion before, as she
wished to spare her little girl all unnecessary pain,
and she hoped that the remedies they were now
using would soon prove effectual.

“Tt is only the truth, my daughter; though
we hoped that this cruel remedy, as you no doubt
think it is, might cure you entirely. I said no-
thing to you about it because I wished to spare
you all unnecessary pain. What do you think
now, Marion ?’”’

“Oh, dear mamma!’’ was all the little gir]
could say. It was so frightful, the thought of



20 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

being lame for life, and then she had blamed her
mother so unjustly, and had spoken unkindly.

Mrs. Grant saw that Marion was grieved for
her hasty words, so she did not say any more
about that. She asked if her little girl had a
headache, for Marion now and then put her hand
to her forehead, which burned as it did when she
had the fever. Crying so bitterly had increased
the little pain she had early in the morning.

Her mother took some cologne from the dress-
ing table, and bathed the forehead very softly.
While she did so she explained to Marion how
they hoped by means of the daily application, to
remedy the lameness entirely. Indeed Dr. Gor-
don had said just before he left, that there was
now very little fear but that a few weeks would
. inake all right again, and she certainly was
gaining strength very fast.

After Marion had been laid again in her soft
bed, her mother placed the pillow so that she
could not help resting comfortably. Just then
she was called away to attend to something in
the store-room, and kissing her little girl, she
bade her good-bye for the present. Marion smiled
happily, notwithstanding the pain she felt, and



MARION’S ILLNESS. 21

thought, as her mother left the room, that she
could never do anything that could repay such
kindness.

Mr. Grant was a clergyman, and he ofte
brought his book in from the study, and read by
Marion’s side. The study door had been open
while Marion and her mother were talking, so
that Mr. Grant had heard all that had passed.
Marion was just sinking into pleasant reveries,
about the time when she should be well once
more, when she heard her father’s voice.

He had drawn a chair close to the bed, and took
one pale little hand in his as he said—

“So my little daughter thinks we would not
pain her willingly ?”

“JT was very naughty, papa,” said Marion,
quickly.

‘“T was not speaking of that now, dear. It was
very natural in you to rebel against pain which
seemed to you unnecessary. All of us do that.
I have been thinking that your trouble this morn-
ing is but an illustration of the way many of us
receive afflictions from the hand of our Heavenly
Father. His word tells us expressly that ‘ He
does not afflict willingly, or grieve the children of



THE CHILD'S FANCY.

men,’ and yet we are too apt to murmur at his
corrections. Suffering ‘for the present seemeth
not joyous, but grievous’—and we think, I am
afraid, we often think, his chastising unnecessary
and unkind. NowI do not suppose God would
send grief to us more willingly than mother would
pain Marion. Do you ?”’

‘Oh no, sir,” said the little girl, her eyes
brightening as she comprehended the meaning of
her father’s words. ,

“T suppose it happens in this way. He sees
that we have faults in our hearts, and our disposi-
tions, that are quite as crooked as your poor little
limb. That if they are allowed to go on so, they
would be fixed for eternity, and render us quite as
miserable as your lameness would have made you.
So He sends these punishments as gently as he
can, although they seem harsh to us because we
do not know how much they are needed. You did
not know how much danger you were in, did you
Marion ?”

‘“* No,” said she, softly.

‘“‘ Now I think my little girl was-wrong, first of
all in not trusting her mother’s love and wisdom
fully. She ought to have been sure that her



MARION’S ILLNESS. 23

mother would not willingly pain her; or do so
without a cause. Just in this way we sin against
God. We ought to have such faith and confidence
in his love and superior knowledge, as to be sure
that although we cannot see why we heed correc-
tion, He does, and administers it as gently as
possible. All our suffering in this life is but to
fit us for the world to come, in just this way, by
curing our faults, and purifying our hearts from
too great a love of this world. If we could all
believe this as we should, do you think we would
ever murmur and make ourselves needless unhap-
piness? Can you not bear the pain better to-mor-
row, now that you know its use?”

“T will try to be very patient.”

“ found a text for you to learn from your own tes-
tament. One of these days, when I am not by
you to counsel and comfort you, this may come in
your mind, should you be tempted to rebel at pre-
sent sorrow.”

Marion read aloud to her father the text which
he had found.

“ For our light affliction, which is for a moment,
worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal



24 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

weight of glory.”” And after Mr. Grant had gone
to his study she fell into a sweet sleep, still repeat-
ing the words.






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TH COUNTRY SCHOOL.

BY JENNIE ELDER.

SA I’ happened one evening, when
H} ‘breezes blew cool,

I passed by a nice little love of a
school ; £
‘Twas a little white house, over

which the old trees
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of the breeze :
While their old gnarled roots formed a snug, cosy seat,
Where the scholar in leisure his task would repeat.
Then, a little ways off, was a clear, bubbling spring,
Whose pure, crystal waters did whisper and sing
As they wandered away through the woods out of sight,
And nourished the woodbines and wild-roses bright.



28 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

But, as I was saying, I passed by the school,

When the day’s tasks were o’er, and released from all
rule,

The young creatures danced o’er the velvety sward ;

No bonnet or gloves could their motions retard :

For their dear little hearts were so bothered by books,

That they now were too happy to think of their looks,

‘0, let’s go to the spring,” said the gay Annie Ford ;

«Ido so love to drink from that old crooked gourd ;”

And she and her comrade bound off at the word,

As fleet as the doe or the bright startled bird;

While Marion Merton, with whom none could cope

In agilely skipping the old grape-vine rope,

Flung her sun bonnet down. ’mong the grass and the
flowers,

While her long, careless curls fell around her in
showers,

Anda bright, healthy glow overspread her young face,

As she skipped with a dainty and coquettish grace.

And others are swinging high up in an oak,

Where an old giant limb that when young was half
broke,

But now thick and strong, it has proved just the thing

To safely bear up the rude, old fashioned swing:

Though swinging is healthful, ’tis dangerous, too,

And it crippled for life a sweet girl whom I knew:



THE COUNTRY SCHOOL. 29

She was swinging one evening, with wild, reckless
bound,

And, when high up, it broke, and she fell to the
ground ;

Poor girl! her leg broken, she fainted with pain,

And she never was healthful or joyous again,

And this makes me trenfble whenever I see

The swing bounding up to the top of the tree.

Other maidens stray off to seek woodbine and rose,

That down by the “spring-branch’’ enchantingly
grows ;

They’re to form a chaplet for sweet Emma Wood,

Whom all in the school pronounce gentle and good.

O, dear! shall I ever find language to tell

Of the maiden who won all their hearts by the spell

Of her amiable nature that never gave pain,

Or, if given unwittingly, soothed it again.

As a matter of course, all her tasks were well done,

For she made a resolve, that the bright summer sun

Should ne’er set while the thought that her time was
misspent,

Would e’er come to dispel the sweet dream of content,

Which results from the thought that we’ve acted aright,

In our duties at school, in the Almighty’s sight.

Such a girl was sweet Emma—there were others, of
course,



30 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

Whom each one declared there was nobody worse ;

But, indeed, I don’t like to hold faults up to view,

Which the sweet Birds’ Nest readers I hope never
knew ;

I know they’re good scholars, for Lindley can write

In a manner that sure his mamma must delight ;

That is, when we think of the’ infantile age

Of the fingers that glide o’er the pure snowy page.

Ah! I’m always sad, when I think of the hours

When I, a child, sported ’mid sunshine and flowers ;

When my school days were passed without ono thought
of sorrow

To mar the sweet dream that would come of to-morrow,

O, dear little girls, never wish to be older—

Never wish for the time when your hearts will grow
colder,

By contact with selfishness—fashion’s stern rule,

Which cause us to sigh o’er the days spent at school.

You see I am sad, and inclined to be despond,

And, rather than tire you, I think I’ll abscond ;

But, just as we part, [ will sigh in your ear,

« Be gentle and good, and you’ve nothing to fear.”



HENNIE PALMERS TRIAL.
A DOWNRIGHT FAIRY TALE.
BY MARIE E.

ENRIETTA PALMER
was what I should call a
eruel girl. She would
pull off the legs and wings
of the poor little house
flies that crawled upon
the window pane; she
would catch butterflies

and press them between the leaves of her writing

book; stick pins through lady bugs, and swing

May flies and make them twirl around on a thread

of cotton. Now, that hurt the poor insects very

much, and J should call such actions cruel—
shouldn’t you? Z wouldn’t like to be treated in
the same way, and I wouldn’t treat an insect that





32 TIE CHILD'S FANCY.

lives so, would you? Henrietta did, however;
and I am going to tell you how she was punished
for her cruelty. She ran out into the garden one
night—one beautiful moonlight night, just to
gather some rose buds with the dew on them for
her sister. She saw a butterfly, with folded wings,
asleep in the bosom of a sun flower. It was a
very large one, with a splendidly laced coat; and
Hennie said she would press it; so she threw her
handkerchief carefully over it, and caught it. Then
she pinched off its head, and going into the house,
spread the wings between the leaves of a book;
after this, Hennie thought no more about it. Not
so the other butterflies of the garden, however;
for it happened that the one Henrietta killed was
King of the Butterflies; and his indignant sub-
jects vowed to have vengeance on the murderer.
They knew that Hennie had done it, because a
wakeful snail had seen the deed committed all in
the still moonlight, and had travelled ‘all night
till the broad daylight” to give information.
Moreover, they were well acquainted with Hen-
rietta’s cruelty, for many of the insect tribe had
suffered from it. So they laid a wonderful plan
to revenge their noble and well-beloved king.
The very next night it happened that Henrietta



WENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL. 33

went to the garden again. She skipped along the
alley, once stopping to pull a flower, and twice to
crush a “tumbler bug” and a black beetle that
lay in her path. That wasa cruel action, but one
which Henrietta always did; if she saw a bug or
worm in her way, she was sure to killit. She
took her seat at length beneath a lilac tree, in-
tending to remain there awhile, because the gar-
‘den was very pleasant—the night. birds whisper-
ing, and the dewy air full of coolness and fra-
grancy. She had not sat there long, when such a
buzzing and whispering, and flapping of wings,
and trampling of little feet, sounded near her,
that she could not think what it was. She wasn’t
a bit afraid, however, and she kept her seat.
Presently a whole army of butterflies and May-
flies, flanked by as many lady bugs and rose bugs,
with a perfect battalion of snails, beetles, tum-
blers, June bugs, grasshoppers, caterpillars and
crickets, bringing up the rear, appeared before
Henrietta’s wondering eyes. A half a dozen
fairies, “‘in shape no bigger than’ one’s little fin-
ger, sprang each upon a blue-bell blossom, and
gave orders in @ shrill, musical voice. Immedi-
ately the butterflies rested in a cloud upon- Hen-
nie’s shoulders and head; and the snails, et cetera,
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34 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

surrounded her completely, fettering her hands
and feet with chains industriously plaited of long
grass. ‘They gave many a sly pinch to her fingers
and twitch to her hair, during their work; and in
this time Hennie sat spell bound, compelled to
endure all. When she was completely bound,
and, added to that, her hair pulled out of its
braid, and her arms pinched black and blue by
the malicious things, headed by a sharp-nosed,
spiteful-eyed fairy I had forgotten to mention,
(peace sake! I hope this same fairy won't pinch
me for disrespect to her ladyship !) then the fairies
on their blue-bell thrones called for silence, and
commenced the trial of ‘‘a mortal accused of the
awful crime of slaying the King of the Butter-
flies!’ The Butterfly Fairy was chief judge,
seeing as ste was the one most concerned in the
death of her appointed king—The snail was prin-
cipal witness; his evidence was concise and clear.
The snail, we know, is not naturally very poetical
or very sublime, yet he actually grew quite elo-
quent in describing “the cruel, cold-blooded,
monstrous murder of the noble king, even while
he slept in quiet innocence,”’—And his voice sunk
to the lowest of pathetics as he told of * the droop-
ing wings, and bleeding body, and low, dying wail



HENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL. 35

of the murdered king,” while it swelled again in-
dignantly to speak of “the heartless mortal who
now stood a culprit before the Butterfly Fairy
Queen.” All this, of course, was “ proof conclu-
sive ;” and the fairy now asked the culprit what
she had to say why a sentence of a terrible death
from the hands of the fairies should not be passed
upon her? Poor Henrietta trembled all over
with terrible fear; her tongue was silent and re-
fused to speak.

Her fairy judge frowned awfully, and was about
to speak the sentence, when there came a flutter-
ing of the leaves and trembling of the blue bell
stem, and all suddenly a little fairy stepped forth
before the queen.

“« Please her majesty, it was a flower fairy—one
who had charge of the blue-bell and all other blue
flowers; and she had come to pray for pardon for
the mortal, who was young, and did not know the
greatness of the crime which she had committed ;
who, moreover, was very kind to the flowers, and
watered them every day, when without her they
might die of thirst.”

It was a peculiarly pretty and pleasant looking
little fairy this, with a most sweet, infantile ex-
pression on her delicate face, and in her blue eyes,



36 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

which were now suffused with tears in grief for
Henrietta. She wore a robe made of the petals
of blue violets. The Butterfly Queen seemed
touched with her grief; and the little blue-bell
fairy increased her prayers and solicitations till
at length the queen granted a pardon to Henrietta
on condition that she would never again be cruel
to any body or any thing. This decision gave
much dissatisfaction to the butterflies and the
other insects, and they commenced to accuse poor
Hennie of new crimes, and call out most vehement-
ly that she should be killed. A red spotted lady
bug spread her wings and poised herself on a car-
nation, where she could look into the little girl’s
face, and cried out,

“Yes, kill her! for she killed my sister only
yesterday.”

“IT did not; oh, indeed I did not!’’ exclaimed
Hennie, in affright.

“Just hear her! Oh, the hardened sinner!’
screamed the lady bug, flying off the flower, and
flapping her wings close in Henrietta’s face.

Henrietta wanted very much to crush the im-
pudent little lady bug, but she was afraid.

“Yes, only hear her!” said a large, beautiful
tatterfly, with yellow body, and crimson wings



HENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL. 37

laced with black. ‘‘ Hear her stories! I sawher
stick a pin through the lady bug myself, and at
the same time she took the life of my brother.”

A little fly now came buzzing into her ears
something about broken legs and torn wings.

A grasshopper and a cricket came next. The
cricket chirruped out his accusation. He was on
the hearth, singing a sweet song to her, he said;
but as soon as ever the ungrateful creature saw
him, she tried to set her foot on him; but fortu-
nately the hearth was broken, and he contrived
to hide in a hole.

A rose bug came and fastened his claws on her
arm, and looking up with such impudence in her
face, asked her “‘ how she dared to drown a whole
company of his friends, with her watering pot,
yesterday ?”

“Because they eat up my roses!” exclaimed
Hennie indignantly, throwing off the clinging
thing from her arm; ‘and Dildo it again. I
wish I could kill all the ugly wretches.”

“Do you hear that! Ugly!” angrily cried the
rose bug, spreading his wings more fully to dis-
play his fancied perfection.

But Hennie was right—they are ugly, and they
spoil the sweet flowers with their “nippers.”



38 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

Many an other insect had a tale to tell against
Henrietta, and all were true, or nearly so. She
saw with shame what a very bad child she had
been in that respect, and shexesolved never again
to hurt any living thing just for the sake of wan-
ton cruelty. She said this very humbly to the
Butterfly Queen, and that fairy, after some words
of advice, gave her full pardon, called off the hos-
tile troops, who would have made war upon her,
and dismissed her.’

Henrietta gave “most hearty thanks,” particu-
larly to the sweet little blue-bell fairy, and sped
out of the garden as quickly as possible.

After this trial, Hennie Palmer never killed a
butterfly again, I guess.



LITTLE MARY AND HER
> DEAD BROTHER.

BY NILLA,



Y/ STOOD within the grave-yard
: . lone,

Where lay the village dead ;
O’er which the towering oak and
elm, :

Their leafy branches spread: -
I rested on a mossy stone,

And viewed the landscape fair,
And thought cre long I too should rest

With those who slumbered there.

As thus I mused a funeral train
Came winding slowly by,

And hastily I brushed away
The tear-drop from mine eye ;



40

THE CHILD'S FANCY.

But quickly it refilled again,
For on.a child-like bier

An infant’s coffin came in view,
With six small bearers near,

And close behind the Mother came,
Leading a girl and boy;

And ’neath the coffin’s veiling lid,
Was hid her youngest joy.

I sadly joined the weeping throng,
Which stood around the grave,

And thought how soon above that child,
The springing grass would wave.

’T would be forgot by those around,
Who now so freely wept ;

And only in its mother’s heart,
Would be its image kept.

As slowly in the open grave
They laid that coffined child,

From little Mary’s loving heart
Arose a pleading wild—

‘Do see those naughty boys, mamma,
They’ve taken Willie dear,

And put him in the ground, mamma,
They must not leave him here ;



MARY AND HER BROTHER. 41

«¢ For he will be so cold, mamma,
And see—there is no light ?

You know Willie’s afraid, mamma,
And always cries at night.

«Tell them to take him home, mamma,
I will not make a noise ;

And if he’s sick again, mamma,
Tl give him all my toys.

‘You said that he was dead, mamma,
And then I saw you cry—

Do tell me ; what is dead, mamma?
What does it mean—to die ?

«« You raised me to his little bed,
And bade me kiss his cheek ;
But oh! it felt so cold, mamma,
-I could not help but shriek.

« What made his checks so pale, mamma?
What made him lic so still ?

What made his little hands, mamma,
And rosy lips so chill ?

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42

THE CHILD'S FANCY.

« And is papa, too, dead, mamma, —
Will Willie see his face ?

Where is it that they live, mamma,
Tell me about the place ?”

Spell-bound we stood around the grave,
Listing her childish words ;

And every heart that heard her voice
With sympathy was stirred.

Dear friends, this is a simple tale,
But one that touched my heart ;

And when fond memory cons it o’er
The tear-drops ever start.

Pomfret, Conn.



THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS,

BY MARIE ROSEAU.

OME, Ellen, the story about
flowers, if you please,’ said
Lucy.

*¢ Ada Carroll,” Ellen com-
menced, ‘lived in a very
pleasant country - village.
Her father’s house was large

7 and handsome; with a beau-

tiful lawn 3 in front, shaded by tall trees of many

kinds: but there were no flowers, for Mr. Carroll

did not care to cultivate them. He spared no

trouble or expense in getting fine trees, because
he thought they gave a noble appearance to the

place. There was a very good school in the vil-

lage, taught by Mrs. Smith, the widow of the for-





44 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

mer clergyman. Ada attended it, with nearly all
the other girls in the neighborhood. She was
quite pretty, and very lively and pleasant in her
manners, and a great favorite among her school-
mates.

“Near Mr. Carroll’s house was a neat little
white cottage, with green venitian shutters. There
was an avenue of Locust trees leading to it, and
a garden on both sides. All through the winter
this house had been vacant, and the snow blocked
up the avenue, and lay in high heaps against the
doors; and the little snow birds hopped about
with nobody to scatter crumbs of bread for them.
But one day when Spring had returned, and the
sun had melted away the snow, as Ada was going
to school, she saw a man unpacking a car load of
furniture which stood at thedoor. And the next
morning there was a lady dressed in mourning
and a little girl about her own age standing on
the portico.

‘“‘ How old was Ada ?” I asked.

“‘ About twelve years old,’”’ Ellen replied, and
then continued: “Two weeks after Ada first saw
the strangers at the cottage, the lady brought the
little girl to school. Mrs. Smith introduced her
as Sophie Grey, and said she hoped the girls



THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. 45

would be very kind to her, because she was a
stranger among them, and that they would always
help her to do good, and never in any way tempt
her to do wrong.

‘“ Ada was very much given to taking fancies
for or against people at first sight. She often used
to say that she could tellin a moment whether she
would like any one or not, and that she was very
seldom mistaken. She was very impulsive. I
mean by that, that she did not wait to think long,
but always acted as her feelings directed at the
time.”

“Tlike that sort of people,” I interrupted.

“So do I,” said Ellen; “if their feelings are
never wrong. Or, as my father would say, if their
feelings were always under the direction of right
principles. But all persons have evil feelings in-
their hearts; and although I like to see people do
good from impulse, still, I think, this will not be
of much use, unless they have right principles and
strength of mind sufficient to help them to act ©
out their good impulses ; and it is well sometimes
to think a long time before we act; particularly
if we are about to act under a feeling of dislike
towards another—no mattcr what may be our
reasons for it.



46 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

“ Ada did not like Sophie, from the very first
time she saw her. I do not know why, unless it
might be that Sophie was a pale, bashful little
thing, and not at all pretty. Several of the girls
spoke to her at recess, and seemed inclined to be
friends with her; but after school Ada told them
that she did not like Sophie, for she knew that
she was a disagreeable sort of a girl, whom they

‘would all dislike, as soon as they knew her better.

“Why ?”’ asked Susan Morris and Mary Dan-
forth.

‘“‘T can tell by her looks,” Ada answered; ‘and
Ihave seen enough, when passing to and from
school, to convince me that they are not a plea-
sant sort of family.”

* ‘What did you see to make you think so of
them?’ Mary enquired.

“Oh, I cannot tell you,” was her reply ; “‘ there
were several little things, which I judged from,
that cannot be very well explained.”

“The girls tried to find out what these little
things were, but Ada would explain no further.
I suppose she could not tell her reasons for dis-
liking Sophie, for she hardly knew herself. She
had heard that Mrs. Grey had educated Sophie,
without any other assistance, and was rather strict



THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. 47

in some of her notions, and she had seen that their
furniture was quite plain and old fashioned. This
was all she knew, but she felt that these were in-
sufficient reasons for her dislike, so she thought it
‘best not to mention them.

“ Much of Sophie’s bashfulness wore off as time
passed away. She began to laugh and talk with
her companions, and tried to make them love her.
But this was very hard work, for they were all
very fond of Ada, and very much under her influ-
ence, and she still continued to dislike Sophie.—
She never tried to win Ada’s love, because Ada
always treated her so coldly that she felt it would
be of no use.

“Many a time poor little Sophie was hardly
able to keep from crying, when she saw how the
girls avoided her, and how unkind Ada was to
her. And very often when she went home, she
used to go to a lonely part of the garden, or up
to her own room, and cry as if her heart would
break. She was an only child, and had always
told her mother all her troubles; but she could
not bear to tell this one. Perhaps it was because
there is a feeling of mortification in knowing that
people-don’t love us, that makes us wish to keep



48 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

it secret; or perhaps she did not wish to make
her mother unhappy on her account.

_ “Very often one of the girls would repeat to
Sophie something unkind, which Ada had said of
her ; and then—for Sophie was just like other
persons, and would. do wrong sometimes—she
would say that Ada was unjust and unkind, and
oceasionally mention some fault in her which
others had not noticed. These things were always
repeated to Ada, and sometimes made to appear
much worse than Sophie had intended; until they
were farther from being friends than ever.

“One day Mrs. Smith praised Sophie for her
improvement in music, and at the same time re-
proved Ada for practising in a careless manner.
Ada was quite provoked, and as they were leaving
school said, looking towards Sophie.

“Mrs. Smith has a strange fancy for homely
people, and always praises them whether they are
deserving or not: I suppose she pities them, and
wishes to make them feel more comfortable.”

‘‘ This was repeated in such a way that all the
girls knew that it was meant for Sophie.

“© Sophie looked towards her, and witha flushed
face, and excited voice, said,

“‘ Was that the reason why Mrs. Smith praised



THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. 49

Miss Ada Carroll’s embroidery yesterday morn-
ing?”

“Then, without waiting for an answer, she
over to the other side of the road.

‘“‘ When she reached home her mother met her,
and seeing that there was some trouble upon her
mind, asked what it was. Sophie burst into tears,
and told her the cause of her sorrow.

“Perhaps you have injured her in some way,”’
said Mrs. Grey.

“¢ Oh, no, mother; I have always tried to treat
her as kindly as she would let me ;’’ Sophie re-
plied.—Then suddenly recollecting that she had
often spoken exultingly of Ada’s faults, she laid
her head upon her mother's lap, and frankly
acknowledged where she had been to blame, even
to the way in which she had answered Ada when
they left the school.

“Mrs. Grey told Sophie where she had been
wrong, and kindly sympathized with her trouble.

‘Now what shall I do, mother, to show Ada
that I have no unkind feelings towards her? I
am sure I am willing to be her friend,” said
Sophie.

“ All you can do,” Mvs. Grey replied, “ is to do
her some good whenever you have the opporte-

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50 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

nity, and never to speak unkindly of her again, no
matter what is said to you.”

“Mrs. Grey had a beautiful garden, filled with
a great variety of rare flowers. The next morn-
ing, while Sophie was cutting some flowers to fill
the vases, Mr. Carroll and Ada passed by. The
high hawthorn hedge hid her from view, and she
heard Ada say to her father,

“T do wish we had such a garden as Mrs. Grey’s
—I love flowers so very much.”

“Sophie did not hear Mr. Carroll’s answer.
For an instant she had felt glad that she could
boast of having one advantage which Ada had not;
but very soon she remembered the conversation
with her mother the evening before, and felt sorry
that she had had such thoughts. Then she leaned
her head upon her hand, thinking of the wrong
feelings she had had towards Ada. Suddenly a
new and pleasant thought struck her—her face
brightened.

“T willsend Ada Carroll some of the very pret-
tiest flowers we have,’ she exclaimed. ‘I will
get her papa to take them as he goes home this.
evening.”

“Sophie understood how to arrange flowers
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very sweetest flowers in the garden—of half-blown
roses and verbenas of every shade, intermixed
with mignonette, heliotrope and white jessamine.
This bouquet was given to Mr. Carroll with a
card, on which Sophie had written,

“For Ada, from one who wishes to be her
friend.”

‘When Ada came home from school, and saw
the flowers, she was very glad, for she was very
fond of flowers. She knew Sophie’s writing, and
her heart reproached her for her unkind behaviour.
Without waiting one moment, she put on her bon-
net, and went over to see Sophie, and told her
that she was very sorry that she had been so un-
kind. Sophie said she, too, had been very much
to blame; and from that time they were the very
best of friends.”

“‘T think Ada Carroll was a very proud girl,”
said I.

‘““T guess we are all rather proud, in one way
or another,” replied Lucy.

‘**T think so too,” said Ellen.



THE GUARDIAN ANGELS.

A PERSIAN LEGEND.

BY ALICE B. NEAL

I.

GOLDEN Persian legend
came floating to my
mind,

As idly in the garden this
wreath for thee I twined ;

It well befits the stillness of
twilight’s dreamy hour,



When sweet south winds sway gently each closing bud
and flower,

So listen, fair young sister, and check thy mirth
awhile,

(Though well I love, any darling, to see that happy
smile, )

Come rest upon my bosom, as in the days gone by,

“Again—again I clasp thee, as closely, tenderly. —



THE GUARDIAN ANGELS. 55

II,

Thus runs that ancient legend,—that to each soul is
given

Two white-robed guardian Angels, to bear it home to
heaven ;—

Both bear a spotless tablet, on which each act is
traced,—

Good deeds graved with a diamond can never be ef-
faced,—

The other beareth plainly the record of all sin,

Each wicked thought or prompting that comes the
heart within,

Yet, humble prayer for pardon the stain will take away,

If offered by the erring before the close of day.

III.
But should he yield to slumber, ere grace was thus
obtained,
The record of his folly forever there remained.
A witness found against him that tablet frail would be,
When Time itself, forgotten, lapsed in Eternity.
And, darling, I have thought it, an emblem of this life,
That we are thus attended through weary toil and strife,
That all may sue for pardon, though with the latest
breath,
Yet woe to him who yieldeth unto the sleep of Death



56 THE CHILD'S FANCY.
Iv.

And hath not, with repentance, this free forgiveness
sought—

For, with most mournful errors, each human life is

: fraught ;—

And there at last remaining upon the mystic scroll,

Shall witness to the ruin of that misguided soul.

Oh! may we both remember this pardon here to crave,

Nor dare without its power a future life to brave:

Then thou and I, young sister, shall find a sweeter rest,

Than we are now enjoying, together and so blest !



STORY OF A MOUSE,

Translated from the French

BY MRS. A F LAW.



The indiscretions of parents seldom serve as warnings to their childrens

AN old mouse having arrived at the close of his
existence, assembled his numerous family, and
addressed them in the following manner:

“If aught would make me regret life, without
doubt it would be the idea of the numerous perils
to which I leave you exposed;—but I flatter my-
self that you will console these, my last moments,
by being attentive and submissive to my counsels.
If you follow them,—like myself—you may arrive
at an advanced age. To excite your obedience, I
will relate to you the history of my life.

“‘T was born in the house which we at present

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58 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

occupy, but I have here witnessed great changes.
At the period when I entered into life, it was in-
habited by a young English lady, who was ex-
tremely rich. Oh, my children, this lady’s man-
sion was a land of milk and honey; a very Peru
for poor mice. She kept an open table, and had
in her service forty domestics. You can readily
imagine that with so many people to serve her,
she did not give herself the trouble of attending
to household concerns. A housekeeper, a steward,
and a head cook, were charged with buying and
managing the provisions. These three persons
derived a revenue from the dealers who furnished
the house ; and they were consequently interested
in increasing the expense. They ate a great deal,
and lost more; and this procured us abundance,
and also safety. We disdained the fragments of
the second table, because we could feed ourselves
upon more delicate morsels, which they carelessly
left scattered about. Two large cats,—guardians
of the kitchen,—left us fully at liberty, and passed
the period between their abundant repasts, in
gentle slumbers.

“JT could relate to you a thousand curious an-
ecdotes, of which I was a witness, during my
childhood, The housekeeper’s room had been my



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‘STORY OF A MOUSE.

cradle, and it was in this basement palace, that
she received the homage of her inferiors,—most
frequently with an air of extreme haughtiness ;
at other times she deigned to be more gracious,
and bestowed a kindly glance upon their devotion,
but she nearly always rewarded them. Except
her impertinence, she was one of the best creatures
in the world. She was anxious that the appear-
ance of the domestics should announce the wealth
of their mistress, and she therefore humanely at-
tended to their little wants. The servants be-
longing to the kitchen, were reduced, of mornings,
to a broth of oat-meal, and could have no tea;
but madam took hers so strong, and renewed it so
often, that these poor girls could still draw from
it quite a good decoction. The place where the
sugar was kept was not inaccessible, and when .
she perceived that some had been stolen, she
laughingly said, “well, all the world must live!”
She was so extremely complaisant as to permit
every body to take their tea with cream in it; it
is true they did not dare to put the exact amount
on the bill, for fear the lady would some day take
a fancy to look over it; but they counted eight
quarts of milk instead of four, and by this means
every one was satisfied.



60 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

“T could not soon finish my recital, were I to
recount the immense waste caused by this woman
and her flatterers; but by a moderation rarely
found in one so old, I will limit myself to that
which I have just spoken.

“Tt was under this person’s rule, that I
passed the first years of my life; but by the great-
est of misfortunes, this happy condition disap-
peared like a beautiful dream, of which a sorrow-
ful remembrance alone remains. The mistress of
the house, who had not measured her expenses by
her revenue, found herself ruined, and obliged to
retire to the country; and the mansion, which
until then she had inhabited, passed into new
hands. .

“As I had not yet had much experience, I re-
garded this change as a matter of little impor-
tance; but I soon became aware of my ill luck.
Our new mistress had as numerous a train as the
first onc; however, her household was so arranged
that she really had need of but two servants; for,
in oppesition to custom, she herself attended to
everything, and superintended the economical de-
tails of the family. Sugar, sweetmeats, and other
similar articles, were shut up in a closet, the key
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STORY OF A MOUSE. 61

how much provision was necessary for daily con-
sumption, and it was not possible to deceive her,
even in trifles. She desired that every thing
should wear an air of ease, and of magnificence,
without causing her to suffer any waste.

“T soon saw myself reduced to live on the
crumbs which fell from the domestics table; not
even a pitiful bit of cheese,—not an end of a can-
dle; all was gathered up and put to some use.
‘Wretched woman,’ cried I, in my sorrow; ‘who
would think, on viewing the profusion of dishes
which appear on thy table, that any animal near
thee would be reduced to a state of famine, and
one, too, who requires so little for its nourish-
ment.’ I flattered myself that this state of things
would not last long; but alas, I soon lost this
hope. The two amicable cats, of whom I have
before spoken, had not abandoned the house, and
displayed most woc-begone countenances. I was
curious to know what they thought of these mat-
ters, and one evening, when they were conversing
seriously together, I came out of my hole to listen
to them.

“¢ You wish to leave the house in which you
have been born,’ said the youngest of these cats.
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62 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

other, with an air of chagrin. ‘Do you not see
that the fast I have lately been obliged to observe,
has reduced me to skin and bones.’ ‘ But,’ said
the other, ‘a refuge still remains to us! Notwith-
standing the watchfulness of the cook, I have suf-
ficient courage and address to live well by means
of my industry. Besides, our mistress is becom-
' ing aged, and cannot live much longer, therefore
our situation will soon be changed.’ ‘Vain hope!’
said the old cat; ‘ know that for our unhappiness
a German lady dwells here, and consequently
there is no remedy.’ ‘The women of this nation
take the entire charge of their households, and
are so well acquainted with their servants, that
they are seldom imposed upon. They know how
to inspire them with the spirit of order, and the
cook employed here, has been instructed thus for
ten years, and thoroughly understands her busi-
ness; the least attempt at a trick would cost the
life of any cat. Besides, the age of our mistress
will not bring any alleviation to our misery.
These wretched Germans have the habit of bring-
ing up their children in the same system of econ-
omy to which they themselves have been accus-
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STORY OF A MOUSE. 63

may be, do not think it beneath them to under-
take the management of culinary concerns.’

“A footman who now entered the kitchen,
interrupted the conversation of these two cats,—
who disappeared the next day. Still young, I
paid less attention to the remarks of the old cat,
than to those of the other, and not being able, (as
I then thought) to support my situation, I exerted
all my industry to alleviate it, and after some ef-
forts, I discovered the means of introducing my-
self into the apartment where Madam kept her
provisions, and satisfied my appetite by a rich
repast. But the pleasure of the feast was trou-
bled by reflection. I played a high game, and
trembled lest my theft should be discovered.
However, I soon reassured myself; the past
seemed to answer for the future; and I remem-
bered that I had stolen a hundred times from the
housekeeper, of whom I have before spoken,
without her taking any precautions to prevent a
repetition. Fool that I was! I was ignorant of
the difference between the attention of the ser-
vant and the mistress.

‘‘ Encouraged by my first success, I returned
the next day to the fatal chamber, and the first
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64 TIE CHILD'S FANCY.

machine, in which was a piece of roasted fat. ©
Attracted by the odour, I entered it, and seized
my prey; but oh, the misfortune which followed,
and which many years have not served to efface
from my memory! Hardly had I touched the
fatal morsel, when the door of the terrible
machine closed upon me with a frighful noise,
preventing all means of escape. How much
I now bewailed my greediness! How many reso-
lutions I formed to overcome it, if I but escaped
from this danger. I had not much time for re-
flection ; the noise made by the closing of the trap
attracted the attention of the mistress, and I heard
her issue orders that I should be drowned. One
of the chamber maids was told to execute the sen-
tence. You tremble my children !—Indeed no-
thing seemed capable of arresting this dreadful
doom! I saved myself, however, by the miserable
management of those whom my mistress had com-
missioned to put mc to death. Experience now
taught me to correct a vice which had nearly
proved so fatal, and I never more went out of my
dwelling without using the greatest precautions,
confining my excursions alone to the kitchen. I
acknowledge that the life to which I now saw
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STORY OF A MOUSE. 65

punishment from which I had just escaped; but
habit soon softened my situation. I perceived
that abstinence strengthened my constitution, and
I learnt to thank fortune for the necessity which
had obliged me to moderate my appetite and my
sensuality. I saw renewed, three times, the race
of mice, with whom I had grown up. Few mice
have fulfilled the career for which nature has
destined them. Sickness has carried off those
who escaped the vigilance of the cat, and the
snares of their masters. But I am growing
weaker; adieu, my dear children; dread the fatal
closet where death lies hidden beneath perfidious
sweets! I die content, assured you will obey my
counsels.”’

Scarcely had this wise mouse drawn its last sigh,
when the young and frisky family congratulated
themselves upon being relieved from the constraint
which this old dotard had subjected them to.
They laughed at his counsels; and called his so-
briety, avarice,—his watchfulness, cowardice.
They soon sought, and found their way to the
pantry ; three paper coverings placed over a jar
of preserves, were broken open, and they felici-
tated themselves upon having thus far escaped
the perils with which they were threatened; but

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their pleasure did not continue long; a cat, and
two mouse traps were placed in the closet, and
before the end of the week there only remained a
single mouse from among those who had despised
the experience and warnings of their great-grand-
father. We may conclude from their example,
That the Parents’ indiscretions seldom serve as
warnings to their Children.


















































THE POOR M#N’S: FAITH.
BY M. L CHURCHIEL.

HARP and fierce was the winter’s cold,
And mournful was the sound,
Of snow-flakes falling on the earth,
Hiding the dark, cold ground.
It was a time of bitter want,
While poor men needed food ! 7
And at the corners of the street,
- The hungry beggars stood.



Then in a cottage, poor and cold,
An aged couple dwelt,

The storm that raged so fierce without,
They in full force had felt.



70

THE CHILD’S FANCY.

Empty for two whole days and nights,
Had been their humble board,

No longer in their cottage home
A single crust was stored.

Robert was crippled, and in vain
For work he oft had sought;
Men gave him alms, and turned away,
With scarce a passing thought.
Ellen his wife, so weak and old,
No longer work could find ;
And so—in hunger, cold and want,
They heard the rushing wind.

But e’en in sorrow’s sore distress,
In God their faith they rest,

And say with humble, earnest trust,
«God wills, and it is best.”

But now, e’en while they weaker grow,
And death so near appears,

Upon the threshold of their door,
A step, poor Ellen hears.

She hastens out, though weak and faint,—
« Perchance some houseless one,



THE POOR MAN’S FAITH. 71

Is left to weather this fierce storm,
Unsheltered and alone.”

Quickly her kindly hands have ope’d
The cheerless cottage door ;

Scarce can her weak hands hold it back,
She is so old and poor.

But on the step no form awaits
A shelter from her hand ;

Naught but a basket, covered o’er
With heavy cloth doth stand ;

Poor Robert called, comes slowly forth,
And thus they raise the store,

Their Father's hand in mercy placed,
E’en at their very door.

The basket bears old Robert’s name,—
For them ’tis truly meant ;

Some gen’rous friend in their great need,
Food thus to them hath sent.

Quickly the basket’s stores are known,—
Bread, meat, and even wine!

Learn ye, who doubt the love of God,
How wrongly ye repine.



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THE CHILD'S FANCY.

But e’re a morsel of the food,
The aged pair will taste,

They offer thanks unto their God,
Who food before them placed,

And from that cottage, old and drear,
Rises a grateful prayer,

From hearts, that in old age and want,
Still feel their Father’s care.
































































































































BATTLE-GROUND OF YORKTOWN,



‘

THE BATTLE-GROUND OF.
YORKTOWN.

BY AUNT AMELIA.

“Mamma! O, mamma!” shouted Susie Day-
ton, “‘ Uncle Henry has loaned me his port folio
of ‘studies’ as he calls those bits of trees and old
fences, and those pieces of skies and rivers. There
are some real beautiful pictures among them
though; Is’nt this a pretty one? there is a name
to it, ‘The Battle-ground of Yorktown.’”

“Let mesee it Susie. Yes, that is the place,
sure enough, I remember when we visited it, the
Autumn I travelled in Virginia with your unele.”’

“And was a battle really fought in that quiet
looking place, mamma? and who were victo-
rious ?”

“Yorktown had been fortified by the English



76 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

and was held bythem. The Americans besieged
it and took it, and Lord Cornwallis and his army
surrendered their arms to the Americans. This
field was the place where the surrender took
place. It was a very important event in the war
of the Revolution; and then the English were
forced to give up all hope of subduing the ‘re-
bellion,’ as they called our struggle for indepen-
dence.”’

“« And then, I suppose, the war stopped after
this. What year was it, mamma? I remember
the war commenced in 1775, and I thought 1783
was the close of it.”

“The army was not disbanded, nor was the
independence of the colonies acknowledged by
the British Government until 1788. But from
the time of the surrender of Yorktown, in Octo-
ber, 1781, the war was pretty much at an end.”

“The English had more soldiers than we had,
and they were real, trained soldiers, why did they
not conquer the people here ?”’

“Yes, the king’s army was composed of regu-
lar soldiers, while the American army was made
up of all sorts of people, who had been taught
anything else than fighting. Besides this the
English army was well equipped, while the Amer-



BATTLE-GROUND OF YORKTOWN. 77

icans were poorly provided with clothes, and with
weapons and ammunition, and sometimes even
with food. But they were fighting for their homes
and those they loved: they were fighting for free-
dom, and for the highest good of the country of
their birth. The English were good, brave sol-
diers, but neither their duty to their country, who
had ordered them to fight for her gain and her
glory, nor their own personal ambition, inspired
them with the courage and true devotion which
gave strength to the arms of our people. More-
over, it seemed asif the God of Battles fought for
us, and confounded those who boasted only in
their own might. Right—not might, was the
password to victory.”

“But why was the surrender at Yorktown so
important ?”

“Because the British had already met with
several defeats, and they, and their government
at home also, hoped much from this campaign in
Virginia. The French nation had sympathized
deeply with us in our great struggle, and a large
number of French troops had come over to help us.
You have heard the name of La Fayette almost as
frequently and as proudly spoken as that of Wash-
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78 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

siege of Yorktown, and he and the other French
officers are entitled to a great deal of praise for
their noble efforts in our behalf. Our people had
recently been enraged by the massacre of their
countrymen at Fort Griswold, and had talked
loudly of revenge before the surrender, but they
deserve as much honour for their humanity and for-
bearance as for their bravery. The English were
foreed to acknowledge their magnanimity and the
noble generosity of the French.

“ General Washington called on the army and
the Congress of rulers, to whom he wrote news of
the event ‘to pay thanks to God who has given
us this victory.”

“Ah!mamma. That was indeed a proud day
for America. Jam glad we have this picture of
Yorktown, or rather of this glorious field. I
would go a great ways to see the place where such
events took place, and Iwill beg uncle Henry for
a copy of this picture to put among my treasures.””



THE VAIN GIRL.

BY JENNIE ELDER.

TueRre was once a little girl
Had a very pretty bonnet

Given to her by her uncle,
With a wreath of roses on it.

And she stood before the glass,
And she simpered quite demurely.
And she raised her brows and thought,
I’m a pretty lassie surely.
My eyes are bright and blue,
And my curls are very shiny,
And I look as graceful as
My favourite Laurustina.



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THE CHILD'S FANCY.

These pink ribbons and pink flowers
Look as lovely as they can do—.
What will cousin Lucy say ?
What will little envious Ann do?

T’ll put on my crimson sack,
Over white it will look pretty,

And [ll take a little walk—
Come here this moment Lettie !

Was there ever such a negro ?
Keeps me waiting, waiting, waiting,
And I think she walks the slower,
When she knows that I am fretting.

Lettie! Lettie! O, Lettic-e!

Are you come at last, you vixen,
Can you dare to treat me so?

It is bad, it is perplexing !

And the ebon little handmaid,

Turns. her dark face o’er her shoulder—
Smiling wide from ear to car—

Lest her mistress should behold her.



THE VAIN GIRL. 81

‘¢ Lettie ready, missus, now,”

And the miniature fine lady
Sidles off with mincing pace,

And a head by no means steady.

And she’d toy with the bright ribbons,
And she’d glance down o’er her vesture
With a furtive, loving glance,
Yet a would-be careless gesture. -

And she loved her own dear self,

And she worshipped her dear bonnet,
With its pretty pinky ribbons,

And its wreath of roses on it.

And she had no thought of living
For the love or good of others,
Self stood up between the forms
Of acquaintance, sisters, brothers.

And her parents loved her well,

Loved her dearly, yet most blindly,
For they fostered every wish,

Be it gentle or unkindly.

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82 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

And the heart is prone to pride,
As the sparks that fly to heaven,

And its aptest thoughts are evil,
From fair morning until even.

Therefore we ought ever pray,

Ever watch against the entrance
Of a selfish, evil thought—

Of an act which needs repentance.

But about the little girl—
I am grieved to have to write it,
. She was selfish, proud and vain,
Even more than I indite it.

And, as she walked along,
She could tell by intuition,
Who, among the crowd she met,
Did deserve her recognition.

And she had a seale of worth,
With nice gradations on it,
_ And her highest point of merit,
Was a costly dress and bonnet.



THE VAIN GIRL. &3

She soon met her young friend Ann,
And her gentle cousin Lucy,

And she kissed them in the street,
Very fast and very fussy.

We are told by Mrs. Manners,
To forbear this demonstration

Of our pleasure or our joy,
When in public observation.

Thave seen young maidens kiss,
When at church and other places,

Whose love or joy at mecting,
Went no deeper than their faces.

’Tis enough to make one fret,
Or at least a little nervous,

To sec coldness ’neath a mask,
Doing friendship false lip-service.

The pressure of the hand,
Or the warm heart-look of pleasure,
Beaming from a truthful eye,

Ts an honest, true heart measure.
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But when I this rhyme began,
I had no thought of digression,
For I like a rhyme myself,
That makes forward, straight progression.

So I come back to the girl
With the very pretty bonnet,

With its pretty pinky ribbons,
And its wreath of roses on it.

She enjoyed a petty triumph,
At her young friends’ admiration,
But she looked in vain to see
Either envy or vexation.

For their hearts were very happy,
And more natural their graces,
Though their dress was neatly plain,
And plain hoods concealed their faces.

We should cultivate a medium
Between vanity and neatness,

And we never should let pride
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BY CLARA CUSHMAN,

HLAT is a dreary picture is it
not. You can see by the
light shining in the grated
window, that the room is in >
a prison. Yes, it is a cell,
where people who do wrong
are shut up, and kept from
any more mischief. But
sometimes innocent people are sent to prison.
Does that seem strange to you? It happens in
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story I once read, and which you might like to
hear.

There were once two dear little children who
lived far away from the city, in the quiet of a
beautiful country home. Their house was a cot-
tage, with a garden before it, where the children,
Charles and Ruth, had their flower beds, and en-
joyed taking care of them very much. They went
to school too, and were taught to read the Bible;
and to Sunday-school, where it was explained to
them. Among other lessons, they were taught
the commandment

THOU SHALT NOT STEAL,

and Charles always remembered that it would be
a sin against God to take anything that belonged
to another; even though no eye saw him do it.
So these children grew up together, very fond
of each other, and obedient to their kind father
and mother. But by and by Charles got discon-
tented. He read about the great city of New
York, and how people got rich there; so he left
his quiet home, and very soon there was news that
‘“‘Charlie,”’ as they all called him at home, was
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BROTHER AND SISTER. 89

afford to send home money to help the family
along.

Everything went on nicely for a little while.
Ruth did the house-work, while her mother sewed,
and thus they were a cheerful, happy, little fami-
ly. But at length there was sad news from New
York. Charlie had been accused of stealing, and
had been put in prison! Think how sadly they
must have felt; but the father said,

‘“‘ Charles is an honest boy, and he never told a
lie in his life.”

So they trusted in Providence that everything
would be made clear.

But Ruth could not stay away from her brother.
She knew how much happier he would be in his
troubles, with some one who loved him, and she
started allalone for the great city. There every
thing was new and strange. Some laughed at her,
and others were rude and impudent as she was
hurried along in the crowd. But she did not
mind anything. She thought only of her brother ;
and at last she found him in the prison, true
enough, locked up in a dismal cell.

Think how happy Charles must have been,
when that creaking door turned upon its hinges,
and instead of the harsh jailor, he saw his own

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bright little sister Ruth, come in! And she
staid with him, like a noble girl as she was, and
kept him cheerful, and amused him in the long,
dull days, before his trial come. It was as her
father had hoped. The innocence of Charles was
plainly proved, and the two returned to their
home, all the happier for the trouble that had *
threatened them. You may be sure, Ruth never
regretted her prison visit; and that she was bless-
ed in her future life for her brave sisterly love.

Happy is the father who can say of his son,—

“ He is an honest boy, and has never told a lie
in his life.”



THE WILFUL FAIRY.

BY ISABEL.

Far down in a shady, moss-carpeted dell,

Just the kind of a place where the Fays love to dwell,
A gay laughing streamlet was tossing its spray,

Now kissing the pebbies,—then dancing away.

One bright moonlight night in the fall of the year,
When tall trees were dropping leaves yellow and sere,
Some fell in a streamlet by which a young fay

Was standing and watching them float on their way.

‘«¢ Oh, see that huge leaf!’ to her mother she cried,
«Pray let me jump on it, and take a nice ride,

The moon shines so brightly, and then the night breeze
Is gentle—you see, I can stop when I please.”



92 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

But the prudent old fay shook gravely her head,

«¢ You’ll do no such thing, silly creature,” she said,

“cFor there are great rocks in the streamlet below,

They’d upset your boat, and you can’t swim, you
know.”

So she bade her stay there, while she went away
To get acorn cups for a fete the next day:

The young fairy pouted, and fretted, und thought,
‘Dear me! what a harsh, cruel mother I’ve got.”

By and by she looked up, and spied coming down,
A beautiful oak-leaf, all crimson and brown,

Then she said, «I will just a little way go,

I soon can get back, and mother won’t know.”

So she quickly sprung on, and sailed off with glec,
Laughing mockingly at the miniature sea,

But a breeze springing up, bore her close to a rock,
Which her boat ran against with a terrible shock !

The poor little fay tumbled off in her fear,

And now for her ride might have paid very dear,
Had she not chanced to fall on the back of a trout,
Who quickly with her to the bank swam right out.



THE WILFUL FAIRY. 938

All shiv’ring and dripping, she sighed out «Oh dear!
Had I listened to mother I had not been here ;”

So then, children, you'll find, as did this young fay,
’Tis best if you always your mother obey.

Walnut Hill.



“LIFE IS SWEET.”

BY M. L. CHURCHILL.

THERE was a shout of joy, from an angel band,
and from its numbers one was chosen to walk the
earth as guide of an infant, whose life had but
then commenced.

The child slept in her cradle bed, with her
young mother watching over her, when the angel
guide drew near and gently fanned the infant with
his bright wings.

Neither mother nor child, could see the angel’s
form ; but the babe smiled in her sleep, and the
mother bent closer over her, and kissed the fair,
pure brow, and prayed to her Father in Heaven,
that the young child might ever be blessed with
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For a few years the child walked by her mo-
ther’s side, led by the angel guide, and when the
“ soft summer wind” lifted the curls of her hair,
or the sun shone brightly, or sweet flowers spread
themselves near her, the angel would bid the
child look out, on all these things, and the child
obeying would laugh gaily, and often would cry,
“Mother, dear Mother! Life is sweet!”

A few more years, and still the angel walked
with the being he was sent on earth to watch over
and cherish; but the mother no longer walked
with her daughter. God had taken the mother to
‘Himself, and for a time, the daughter found it
hard to say, as in early years, “ Life is sweet !”

But the angel had taught her that it was best
that her mother should be at rest in her heavenly
home, and with faith in the love of God, and a
heart filled with thankfulness for the blessings
still left to her upon earth, she once more cried
“ Life is sweet !”

But the little child had become a woman, and
there were hard paths to be trodden with her angel
guide, and less frequently the soft wind played
around her, and fewer sunbeams lit up the way,
and but rarely a single flower bloomed before her,
but still her trust was in God, and with the an-

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gel’s hand clasped in her own, she would exclaim
as of old “ Life is sweet !”

But the woman grew older, and sickness weak-
ened her, and she was no longer able to walk forth
in the green fields and beneath the blue sky of
heaven ; but in her sick-room, the angel still was
with her, and reminding her of her Father’s love
and gentle care through all her early years, and
that He in His wisdom, now called upon her to
suffer, that thus, He might prove her patience and
her faith. She folded her hands and bowed her
head in prayer, able even in much sorrow to cry
“‘while my Father wills that I shall be on earth,
I still have power to say ‘ Life is sweet !’”

The summer sun was going down in the west,
and through the window of the chamber where
rested the dying woman, the sound of the village
church bell, came gently to her ear. It was the
Sabbath evening, and good men gathered in the
House of God, to praise Him for His mercy and
great love, to all the inhabitants of earth.

The dying woman could not go forth into the
temple of the Holy One, but the angel heard her
murmur, ‘“ My life on earth is over, and the life
above, free from all sorrow is sweet !”’

Once more, there was a shout of joy from an



LIF® I8 SWEET. 99

angel band, and at this time the guide of the in-
fant girl, was welcomed back to his place among
the bright beings of Heaven.

She whom he had watched on earth stood also
in Heaven. Her earthly life was over, and her
new existence had commenced among the years of
Eternity.



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«Her sails are spread, a right good breeze
Is speeding her away ;

I wonder where? to Indian seas,
Do tell me, mother, pray !



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12/15/2014 12:43:14 PM 00031.jp2 is specified in the METS file but not included in the submission package!

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THE CHILD'S FANCY:

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STORIES FOR GRAVE AND GAY.

EDITED BY
“COUSIN ALICE,”

Author of “Pictures from the Bible,” “ Lessons of
Charity,” “ Helen Morton's Trial,” &c.

WITH ELEVEN ENGRAVINGS.

PHILADELPHIA:
WILLIS P. HAZARD, 178 CHESNUT ST.
1852.
COPYRIGHT SECURED ACCORDING TO LAW.

KITE AND WALTON, PRINTERS,
No. 50 North Fourth St.
NOTE FROM COUSIN ALICE.

Dear Inittle People,

I can very well remember how delightful a new
book used to be. How we looked at all the pic-
tures first, and then read the stories, one by one,
and talked them over with each other. I only
hope this will give you as much pleasure as
“The Mirror,” and “ Atlantic Tales,”’ and “ Pe-
ter Parley’s’” books used to bring to us. You will
find all sorts of stories; grave and gay; but all,
I believe, with some lesson that will be worth
remembering, 80 that your minds and _ hearts will
be none the less improved, because your “fancy”
was first interested.

Philadelphia,
1851.
CONTENTS.

Page,
TO MY LITTLE NIECE.—By Mrs. Law, 11
MARION’S ILLNESS.—By Mrs. Neal, 18

THE COUNTRY SCHOOL.—By Jennie Elder, 27
HENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL.—A Downright

Fairy Tale, 31
LITTLE MARY AND HER DEAD BROTHER.—
_By Nilla, 39
THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS.—By Marie Ro-
seau, 48
GUARDIAN ANGELS.—By Mrs. Neal. 54

STORY OF A MOUSE. FROM THE FRENCH.
—By Mrs. Law, 57
viii CONTENTS.

_ Page,
THE POOR MAN’S FAITH.—By M.L. Churchill, 69

THE BATTLE-GROUND OF YORKTOWN.—By

Mrs. Richards, 75
THE VAIN GIRL.—By Jennie Elder, 79
THE BROTHER AND SISTER.—By Clara Cush-

man, 87
THE WILFUL FAIRY.—By Isabel, 91,
LIFE IS SWEET.—By M. L. Churchill, 94
THE SHIP.—By C. B. C., 100
“ SLOW TO ANGER.”—By Cousin Alice, 107
WISHING, A DIALOGUE.—By a School Girl, 113
THE HAPPY DAY.—By Mrs. Neal, 116
THE HERMIT.—By Cousin Alice, 125
CHILD'S EVENING HYMN, 129
KEEPING A JOURNAL.—By Cousin Alice, 131
LITTLE NELL EVERWISH.—By Mabelle, 150
THE FANCY BALL.—By Nilla, 152

CARRY, AND THE DOG ARGUS.—By Marie, 162
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TO MY LITTLE NIECE
EMILY.

BY MRS. ANNIE F, LAW.

OVELY art thou,—little maiden !

Full of beauty,—full of grace;

With life’s sweets thy path is la-
den,

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Sunbeams only, gild the morrow!
Lightly fall the silken lashes
On thy fair and glowing cheeks ;
’Neath its veil, thy dark eye flashes,
And thy heart’s revealings speaks,—
Telling that within its keeping,
Woman’s faith and love lie sleeping.
12 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

Guileless darling,-may each hour
Bring thee joy as pure as now !
And an angel’s guardian power,
Breathe Heaven’s peace upon thy brow ;
Leaving there a holy token,
That with God thy soul hath spoken.

To thy Saviour’s kind protection
We commit thee,—gentle child !
Trusting Him with pure affection,—
Be thou like Him, meek and mild;
And when time’s fleet course is ended,
Be thy home where Christ ascended.
THE STORY OF MARION’S ILLNESS.
BY MRS. NEAL

“Please, Cousin Alice, will you not write a
new story very soon ?”’ said Mary Connor, two or
three evenings since.

Now Cousin Alice had not intended to do so
this week, as she was very, very busy; but Mary’s
request was so quietly urged, and she was trying
so patiently to bear a distressing toothache, that
Cousin Alice could not refuse it. We all of us
know how hard it is to bear such a violent pain,
for most little girls have lost all their first teeth
before they get to be of Mary’s age. So I think
we may agree it was very good in her to try and
stifle the moans that every now and then would
come, so that they should not disturb her mamma.
14 TRE CHILD'S FANCY.

She knew that there were visiters in the parlor,
for Harry's kind aunt had been up to see her, and
had given a full history of Annie’s pet chickens,
that were so gentle she could take them anywhere
about the house. Ella raised her curly head from
the pillow, and repeated all that Harry’s aunt
had told them. She thought a chicken was an
odd pet.

Besides Mary knew that her mamma was very
tired; for Mr. Connor was just recovering from
a very severe illness, and she had nursed him
through it all; so the little girl hoped her mamma
would enjoy a nice game of chess, without being
disturbed by cries of pain she could not relieve.

Cousin Alice was sitting on the foot of the bed
in the little girls’ own room. There was the closet
"in which the baby house was kept. The room
was neatly furnished, and quite large enough for
young misses of five and eight years of age. As
it was quite late in the evening, they had been in
bed some time, and Ella was fast asleep when
Cousin Alice, speaking to Mary, roused her.
Then she was wide awake in an instant, and both
joined in asking for a new story.

Mary’s trial of Patience brought to mind some-
MARION S ILLNESS. 15

thing that happened when Cousin Alice was quite
a little girl.

THE STORY OF MARION’S ILLNESS.

Marion Grant was just.Mary’s age when she
was seized with a sudden and violent illness. She
had always been a very healthy girl; for she had
lived in the country, and had been allowed to run
and play in the open air as much as she chose,
after her lessons were learned, and her sewing for
the day completed.

But now all was very different. She was
obliged to lie quite still, in a very dark room; for
after a while she could not vary the tedious con-
finement by sitting up a little, every day. At
first she had a terrible fever ; this made her cheeks
quite scarlet, and her eyes brighter than ever they
had‘been before. Then she would toss about the
bed, and try to get cool by throwing the counter-
pane off. But the fever left her; and then she
was so very weak that she had scarcely strength
to lift her hand.

It was quite sorrowful to see how the little girl
had changed. Her face was pale and thin; and
her hands were almost like a baby’s, they had
16 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

grown so small and delicate. Then she could
only speak in a low whisper; and when she was
well none shouted more gaily, or sang more sweetly
than Marion. The tears often came into the eyes
of her elder sister—who was her kind nurse—as
she saw the patient child lying there so helpless.

It was two or three months before she was able
to sit up, more than fifteen minutes at once. Then
she was lifted from the bed to the large easy chair,
and back again, when she was weary.

One warm spring day, Marion thought she
would like to walk across the room, if her sister
would help her; but both were very much fright-
ened to find that one foot did not touch the floor,
at all. She had had a large swelling upon one of
her limbs, during her illness; and as it had been
healed, the limb had slightly contracted, and was
found to be nearly an inch shorter than the other!

Her mother was alarmed when she saw this, ~
and their good physician blamed himself very
much for not guarding against it. However, he
said he hoped it could be entirely remedied; and
from that day there was a new trial for Marion’s
patience. Every morning her leg was placed be-
tween two straight pieces of wood, connected with
some kind of a screw, and then it was pulled down-
MARION’S ILLNESS. 17

ward very tightly, giving her most severe pain.
She could not help screaming the first morning,
and when after a few minutes she was released,
she cried and sobbed as if her very heart was
breaking. She had been told that this must
be repeated every morning for a month at least,
and she could not bear the idea of such terrible
pain.

Her mamma was surprised to find her give up
in this way, for Marion had suffered so patiently
all through her illness. She had taken large
quantities of disagreeable medicine, without a
word, and had borne the leeches bravely. Mrs.
Grant waited until the first burst of sobs was over,
and then she took Marion upon her lap, and wiped
the tears away very gently.

“Do you not know, my little girl,” said she,
‘‘that we would not, willingly, give you this
pain.”

“Indeed, mamma,.I do not see why I should
be so plagued. What good can that horrid stretch-
ing do? I am sure it will kill me if you and Dr.
Gordon try it again!” was the answer.

“Do you think we do it to tease you, Ma-
rion ?”’

“I’m sure I don’t know why else!” sobbed the

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18 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

child, for now anger and a rebellious spirit were
rising in her heart, and she spoke without think-
ing what she said.

Mrs. Grant looked pained, but she knew that
Marion had been suffering intensely, and was still
very weak. So she quietly answered,

“Did you ever know me to give you unneces-
sary pain? While my little daughter was ill, did
I put those cruel blisters on her neck, for the
pleasure it gave me to see her suffer ?”’

Marion felt rebuked, but she said, still sullenly,

“Well, what good can all this do? I know
the blisters were to take the pain from my fore-
head. But this, mamma, is only to torment me,
and I won’t bear it again.”

Then, with the recollection of the pain, her
tears burst out afresh and she tried to believe her
mother was very unkind.

Mrs. Grant saw that she had done wrong in
not explaining to Marion at first the nature of the
danger with which she was threatened, and how
necessary it was that immediate remedies should
be applied. She did not chide her for the impa-
tient and disobedient exclamation, but said—

“ Marion, do you remember the Miss Hutton
you saw at Hampton Beach last summer ?”
MARION’S ILLNESS. 19

There was no reply, but Mrs. Grant continued.

‘Do you remember how difficult it was for her
to walk, and how much you pitied her. I thinkT
heard you say you would rather die than go about
on crutches all your life.”

“So I had,” said Marion, fretfully.

“And do you know when we first discovered
about your foot, Dr. Gordon said there was dan-
ger that you might be exactly like Miss Hutton
as long as you lived ?”

Marion uncovered her eyes and looked up with
a frightened glance, as if to be sure that her
mamma was not deceiving her. Mrs. Grant had
not told her Dr. Gordon’s opinion before, as she
wished to spare her little girl all unnecessary pain,
and she hoped that the remedies they were now
using would soon prove effectual.

“Tt is only the truth, my daughter; though
we hoped that this cruel remedy, as you no doubt
think it is, might cure you entirely. I said no-
thing to you about it because I wished to spare
you all unnecessary pain. What do you think
now, Marion ?’”’

“Oh, dear mamma!’’ was all the little gir]
could say. It was so frightful, the thought of
20 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

being lame for life, and then she had blamed her
mother so unjustly, and had spoken unkindly.

Mrs. Grant saw that Marion was grieved for
her hasty words, so she did not say any more
about that. She asked if her little girl had a
headache, for Marion now and then put her hand
to her forehead, which burned as it did when she
had the fever. Crying so bitterly had increased
the little pain she had early in the morning.

Her mother took some cologne from the dress-
ing table, and bathed the forehead very softly.
While she did so she explained to Marion how
they hoped by means of the daily application, to
remedy the lameness entirely. Indeed Dr. Gor-
don had said just before he left, that there was
now very little fear but that a few weeks would
. inake all right again, and she certainly was
gaining strength very fast.

After Marion had been laid again in her soft
bed, her mother placed the pillow so that she
could not help resting comfortably. Just then
she was called away to attend to something in
the store-room, and kissing her little girl, she
bade her good-bye for the present. Marion smiled
happily, notwithstanding the pain she felt, and
MARION’S ILLNESS. 21

thought, as her mother left the room, that she
could never do anything that could repay such
kindness.

Mr. Grant was a clergyman, and he ofte
brought his book in from the study, and read by
Marion’s side. The study door had been open
while Marion and her mother were talking, so
that Mr. Grant had heard all that had passed.
Marion was just sinking into pleasant reveries,
about the time when she should be well once
more, when she heard her father’s voice.

He had drawn a chair close to the bed, and took
one pale little hand in his as he said—

“So my little daughter thinks we would not
pain her willingly ?”

“JT was very naughty, papa,” said Marion,
quickly.

‘“T was not speaking of that now, dear. It was
very natural in you to rebel against pain which
seemed to you unnecessary. All of us do that.
I have been thinking that your trouble this morn-
ing is but an illustration of the way many of us
receive afflictions from the hand of our Heavenly
Father. His word tells us expressly that ‘ He
does not afflict willingly, or grieve the children of
THE CHILD'S FANCY.

men,’ and yet we are too apt to murmur at his
corrections. Suffering ‘for the present seemeth
not joyous, but grievous’—and we think, I am
afraid, we often think, his chastising unnecessary
and unkind. NowI do not suppose God would
send grief to us more willingly than mother would
pain Marion. Do you ?”’

‘Oh no, sir,” said the little girl, her eyes
brightening as she comprehended the meaning of
her father’s words. ,

“T suppose it happens in this way. He sees
that we have faults in our hearts, and our disposi-
tions, that are quite as crooked as your poor little
limb. That if they are allowed to go on so, they
would be fixed for eternity, and render us quite as
miserable as your lameness would have made you.
So He sends these punishments as gently as he
can, although they seem harsh to us because we
do not know how much they are needed. You did
not know how much danger you were in, did you
Marion ?”

‘“* No,” said she, softly.

‘“‘ Now I think my little girl was-wrong, first of
all in not trusting her mother’s love and wisdom
fully. She ought to have been sure that her
MARION’S ILLNESS. 23

mother would not willingly pain her; or do so
without a cause. Just in this way we sin against
God. We ought to have such faith and confidence
in his love and superior knowledge, as to be sure
that although we cannot see why we heed correc-
tion, He does, and administers it as gently as
possible. All our suffering in this life is but to
fit us for the world to come, in just this way, by
curing our faults, and purifying our hearts from
too great a love of this world. If we could all
believe this as we should, do you think we would
ever murmur and make ourselves needless unhap-
piness? Can you not bear the pain better to-mor-
row, now that you know its use?”

“T will try to be very patient.”

“ found a text for you to learn from your own tes-
tament. One of these days, when I am not by
you to counsel and comfort you, this may come in
your mind, should you be tempted to rebel at pre-
sent sorrow.”

Marion read aloud to her father the text which
he had found.

“ For our light affliction, which is for a moment,
worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal
24 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

weight of glory.”” And after Mr. Grant had gone
to his study she fell into a sweet sleep, still repeat-
ing the words.
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‘Twas a little white house, over

which the old trees
Refreshingly waved at each turn



of the breeze :
While their old gnarled roots formed a snug, cosy seat,
Where the scholar in leisure his task would repeat.
Then, a little ways off, was a clear, bubbling spring,
Whose pure, crystal waters did whisper and sing
As they wandered away through the woods out of sight,
And nourished the woodbines and wild-roses bright.
28 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

But, as I was saying, I passed by the school,

When the day’s tasks were o’er, and released from all
rule,

The young creatures danced o’er the velvety sward ;

No bonnet or gloves could their motions retard :

For their dear little hearts were so bothered by books,

That they now were too happy to think of their looks,

‘0, let’s go to the spring,” said the gay Annie Ford ;

«Ido so love to drink from that old crooked gourd ;”

And she and her comrade bound off at the word,

As fleet as the doe or the bright startled bird;

While Marion Merton, with whom none could cope

In agilely skipping the old grape-vine rope,

Flung her sun bonnet down. ’mong the grass and the
flowers,

While her long, careless curls fell around her in
showers,

Anda bright, healthy glow overspread her young face,

As she skipped with a dainty and coquettish grace.

And others are swinging high up in an oak,

Where an old giant limb that when young was half
broke,

But now thick and strong, it has proved just the thing

To safely bear up the rude, old fashioned swing:

Though swinging is healthful, ’tis dangerous, too,

And it crippled for life a sweet girl whom I knew:
THE COUNTRY SCHOOL. 29

She was swinging one evening, with wild, reckless
bound,

And, when high up, it broke, and she fell to the
ground ;

Poor girl! her leg broken, she fainted with pain,

And she never was healthful or joyous again,

And this makes me trenfble whenever I see

The swing bounding up to the top of the tree.

Other maidens stray off to seek woodbine and rose,

That down by the “spring-branch’’ enchantingly
grows ;

They’re to form a chaplet for sweet Emma Wood,

Whom all in the school pronounce gentle and good.

O, dear! shall I ever find language to tell

Of the maiden who won all their hearts by the spell

Of her amiable nature that never gave pain,

Or, if given unwittingly, soothed it again.

As a matter of course, all her tasks were well done,

For she made a resolve, that the bright summer sun

Should ne’er set while the thought that her time was
misspent,

Would e’er come to dispel the sweet dream of content,

Which results from the thought that we’ve acted aright,

In our duties at school, in the Almighty’s sight.

Such a girl was sweet Emma—there were others, of
course,
30 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

Whom each one declared there was nobody worse ;

But, indeed, I don’t like to hold faults up to view,

Which the sweet Birds’ Nest readers I hope never
knew ;

I know they’re good scholars, for Lindley can write

In a manner that sure his mamma must delight ;

That is, when we think of the’ infantile age

Of the fingers that glide o’er the pure snowy page.

Ah! I’m always sad, when I think of the hours

When I, a child, sported ’mid sunshine and flowers ;

When my school days were passed without ono thought
of sorrow

To mar the sweet dream that would come of to-morrow,

O, dear little girls, never wish to be older—

Never wish for the time when your hearts will grow
colder,

By contact with selfishness—fashion’s stern rule,

Which cause us to sigh o’er the days spent at school.

You see I am sad, and inclined to be despond,

And, rather than tire you, I think I’ll abscond ;

But, just as we part, [ will sigh in your ear,

« Be gentle and good, and you’ve nothing to fear.”
HENNIE PALMERS TRIAL.
A DOWNRIGHT FAIRY TALE.
BY MARIE E.

ENRIETTA PALMER
was what I should call a
eruel girl. She would
pull off the legs and wings
of the poor little house
flies that crawled upon
the window pane; she
would catch butterflies

and press them between the leaves of her writing

book; stick pins through lady bugs, and swing

May flies and make them twirl around on a thread

of cotton. Now, that hurt the poor insects very

much, and J should call such actions cruel—
shouldn’t you? Z wouldn’t like to be treated in
the same way, and I wouldn’t treat an insect that


32 TIE CHILD'S FANCY.

lives so, would you? Henrietta did, however;
and I am going to tell you how she was punished
for her cruelty. She ran out into the garden one
night—one beautiful moonlight night, just to
gather some rose buds with the dew on them for
her sister. She saw a butterfly, with folded wings,
asleep in the bosom of a sun flower. It was a
very large one, with a splendidly laced coat; and
Hennie said she would press it; so she threw her
handkerchief carefully over it, and caught it. Then
she pinched off its head, and going into the house,
spread the wings between the leaves of a book;
after this, Hennie thought no more about it. Not
so the other butterflies of the garden, however;
for it happened that the one Henrietta killed was
King of the Butterflies; and his indignant sub-
jects vowed to have vengeance on the murderer.
They knew that Hennie had done it, because a
wakeful snail had seen the deed committed all in
the still moonlight, and had travelled ‘all night
till the broad daylight” to give information.
Moreover, they were well acquainted with Hen-
rietta’s cruelty, for many of the insect tribe had
suffered from it. So they laid a wonderful plan
to revenge their noble and well-beloved king.
The very next night it happened that Henrietta
WENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL. 33

went to the garden again. She skipped along the
alley, once stopping to pull a flower, and twice to
crush a “tumbler bug” and a black beetle that
lay in her path. That wasa cruel action, but one
which Henrietta always did; if she saw a bug or
worm in her way, she was sure to killit. She
took her seat at length beneath a lilac tree, in-
tending to remain there awhile, because the gar-
‘den was very pleasant—the night. birds whisper-
ing, and the dewy air full of coolness and fra-
grancy. She had not sat there long, when such a
buzzing and whispering, and flapping of wings,
and trampling of little feet, sounded near her,
that she could not think what it was. She wasn’t
a bit afraid, however, and she kept her seat.
Presently a whole army of butterflies and May-
flies, flanked by as many lady bugs and rose bugs,
with a perfect battalion of snails, beetles, tum-
blers, June bugs, grasshoppers, caterpillars and
crickets, bringing up the rear, appeared before
Henrietta’s wondering eyes. A half a dozen
fairies, “‘in shape no bigger than’ one’s little fin-
ger, sprang each upon a blue-bell blossom, and
gave orders in @ shrill, musical voice. Immedi-
ately the butterflies rested in a cloud upon- Hen-
nie’s shoulders and head; and the snails, et cetera,
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34 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

surrounded her completely, fettering her hands
and feet with chains industriously plaited of long
grass. ‘They gave many a sly pinch to her fingers
and twitch to her hair, during their work; and in
this time Hennie sat spell bound, compelled to
endure all. When she was completely bound,
and, added to that, her hair pulled out of its
braid, and her arms pinched black and blue by
the malicious things, headed by a sharp-nosed,
spiteful-eyed fairy I had forgotten to mention,
(peace sake! I hope this same fairy won't pinch
me for disrespect to her ladyship !) then the fairies
on their blue-bell thrones called for silence, and
commenced the trial of ‘‘a mortal accused of the
awful crime of slaying the King of the Butter-
flies!’ The Butterfly Fairy was chief judge,
seeing as ste was the one most concerned in the
death of her appointed king—The snail was prin-
cipal witness; his evidence was concise and clear.
The snail, we know, is not naturally very poetical
or very sublime, yet he actually grew quite elo-
quent in describing “the cruel, cold-blooded,
monstrous murder of the noble king, even while
he slept in quiet innocence,”’—And his voice sunk
to the lowest of pathetics as he told of * the droop-
ing wings, and bleeding body, and low, dying wail
HENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL. 35

of the murdered king,” while it swelled again in-
dignantly to speak of “the heartless mortal who
now stood a culprit before the Butterfly Fairy
Queen.” All this, of course, was “ proof conclu-
sive ;” and the fairy now asked the culprit what
she had to say why a sentence of a terrible death
from the hands of the fairies should not be passed
upon her? Poor Henrietta trembled all over
with terrible fear; her tongue was silent and re-
fused to speak.

Her fairy judge frowned awfully, and was about
to speak the sentence, when there came a flutter-
ing of the leaves and trembling of the blue bell
stem, and all suddenly a little fairy stepped forth
before the queen.

“« Please her majesty, it was a flower fairy—one
who had charge of the blue-bell and all other blue
flowers; and she had come to pray for pardon for
the mortal, who was young, and did not know the
greatness of the crime which she had committed ;
who, moreover, was very kind to the flowers, and
watered them every day, when without her they
might die of thirst.”

It was a peculiarly pretty and pleasant looking
little fairy this, with a most sweet, infantile ex-
pression on her delicate face, and in her blue eyes,
36 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

which were now suffused with tears in grief for
Henrietta. She wore a robe made of the petals
of blue violets. The Butterfly Queen seemed
touched with her grief; and the little blue-bell
fairy increased her prayers and solicitations till
at length the queen granted a pardon to Henrietta
on condition that she would never again be cruel
to any body or any thing. This decision gave
much dissatisfaction to the butterflies and the
other insects, and they commenced to accuse poor
Hennie of new crimes, and call out most vehement-
ly that she should be killed. A red spotted lady
bug spread her wings and poised herself on a car-
nation, where she could look into the little girl’s
face, and cried out,

“Yes, kill her! for she killed my sister only
yesterday.”

“IT did not; oh, indeed I did not!’’ exclaimed
Hennie, in affright.

“Just hear her! Oh, the hardened sinner!’
screamed the lady bug, flying off the flower, and
flapping her wings close in Henrietta’s face.

Henrietta wanted very much to crush the im-
pudent little lady bug, but she was afraid.

“Yes, only hear her!” said a large, beautiful
tatterfly, with yellow body, and crimson wings
HENNIE PALMER'S TRIAL. 37

laced with black. ‘‘ Hear her stories! I sawher
stick a pin through the lady bug myself, and at
the same time she took the life of my brother.”

A little fly now came buzzing into her ears
something about broken legs and torn wings.

A grasshopper and a cricket came next. The
cricket chirruped out his accusation. He was on
the hearth, singing a sweet song to her, he said;
but as soon as ever the ungrateful creature saw
him, she tried to set her foot on him; but fortu-
nately the hearth was broken, and he contrived
to hide in a hole.

A rose bug came and fastened his claws on her
arm, and looking up with such impudence in her
face, asked her “‘ how she dared to drown a whole
company of his friends, with her watering pot,
yesterday ?”

“Because they eat up my roses!” exclaimed
Hennie indignantly, throwing off the clinging
thing from her arm; ‘and Dildo it again. I
wish I could kill all the ugly wretches.”

“Do you hear that! Ugly!” angrily cried the
rose bug, spreading his wings more fully to dis-
play his fancied perfection.

But Hennie was right—they are ugly, and they
spoil the sweet flowers with their “nippers.”
38 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

Many an other insect had a tale to tell against
Henrietta, and all were true, or nearly so. She
saw with shame what a very bad child she had
been in that respect, and shexesolved never again
to hurt any living thing just for the sake of wan-
ton cruelty. She said this very humbly to the
Butterfly Queen, and that fairy, after some words
of advice, gave her full pardon, called off the hos-
tile troops, who would have made war upon her,
and dismissed her.’

Henrietta gave “most hearty thanks,” particu-
larly to the sweet little blue-bell fairy, and sped
out of the garden as quickly as possible.

After this trial, Hennie Palmer never killed a
butterfly again, I guess.
LITTLE MARY AND HER
> DEAD BROTHER.

BY NILLA,



Y/ STOOD within the grave-yard
: . lone,

Where lay the village dead ;
O’er which the towering oak and
elm, :

Their leafy branches spread: -
I rested on a mossy stone,

And viewed the landscape fair,
And thought cre long I too should rest

With those who slumbered there.

As thus I mused a funeral train
Came winding slowly by,

And hastily I brushed away
The tear-drop from mine eye ;
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THE CHILD'S FANCY.

But quickly it refilled again,
For on.a child-like bier

An infant’s coffin came in view,
With six small bearers near,

And close behind the Mother came,
Leading a girl and boy;

And ’neath the coffin’s veiling lid,
Was hid her youngest joy.

I sadly joined the weeping throng,
Which stood around the grave,

And thought how soon above that child,
The springing grass would wave.

’T would be forgot by those around,
Who now so freely wept ;

And only in its mother’s heart,
Would be its image kept.

As slowly in the open grave
They laid that coffined child,

From little Mary’s loving heart
Arose a pleading wild—

‘Do see those naughty boys, mamma,
They’ve taken Willie dear,

And put him in the ground, mamma,
They must not leave him here ;
MARY AND HER BROTHER. 41

«¢ For he will be so cold, mamma,
And see—there is no light ?

You know Willie’s afraid, mamma,
And always cries at night.

«Tell them to take him home, mamma,
I will not make a noise ;

And if he’s sick again, mamma,
Tl give him all my toys.

‘You said that he was dead, mamma,
And then I saw you cry—

Do tell me ; what is dead, mamma?
What does it mean—to die ?

«« You raised me to his little bed,
And bade me kiss his cheek ;
But oh! it felt so cold, mamma,
-I could not help but shriek.

« What made his checks so pale, mamma?
What made him lic so still ?

What made his little hands, mamma,
And rosy lips so chill ?

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42

THE CHILD'S FANCY.

« And is papa, too, dead, mamma, —
Will Willie see his face ?

Where is it that they live, mamma,
Tell me about the place ?”

Spell-bound we stood around the grave,
Listing her childish words ;

And every heart that heard her voice
With sympathy was stirred.

Dear friends, this is a simple tale,
But one that touched my heart ;

And when fond memory cons it o’er
The tear-drops ever start.

Pomfret, Conn.
THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS,

BY MARIE ROSEAU.

OME, Ellen, the story about
flowers, if you please,’ said
Lucy.

*¢ Ada Carroll,” Ellen com-
menced, ‘lived in a very
pleasant country - village.
Her father’s house was large

7 and handsome; with a beau-

tiful lawn 3 in front, shaded by tall trees of many

kinds: but there were no flowers, for Mr. Carroll

did not care to cultivate them. He spared no

trouble or expense in getting fine trees, because
he thought they gave a noble appearance to the

place. There was a very good school in the vil-

lage, taught by Mrs. Smith, the widow of the for-


44 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

mer clergyman. Ada attended it, with nearly all
the other girls in the neighborhood. She was
quite pretty, and very lively and pleasant in her
manners, and a great favorite among her school-
mates.

“Near Mr. Carroll’s house was a neat little
white cottage, with green venitian shutters. There
was an avenue of Locust trees leading to it, and
a garden on both sides. All through the winter
this house had been vacant, and the snow blocked
up the avenue, and lay in high heaps against the
doors; and the little snow birds hopped about
with nobody to scatter crumbs of bread for them.
But one day when Spring had returned, and the
sun had melted away the snow, as Ada was going
to school, she saw a man unpacking a car load of
furniture which stood at thedoor. And the next
morning there was a lady dressed in mourning
and a little girl about her own age standing on
the portico.

‘“‘ How old was Ada ?” I asked.

“‘ About twelve years old,’”’ Ellen replied, and
then continued: “Two weeks after Ada first saw
the strangers at the cottage, the lady brought the
little girl to school. Mrs. Smith introduced her
as Sophie Grey, and said she hoped the girls
THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. 45

would be very kind to her, because she was a
stranger among them, and that they would always
help her to do good, and never in any way tempt
her to do wrong.

‘“ Ada was very much given to taking fancies
for or against people at first sight. She often used
to say that she could tellin a moment whether she
would like any one or not, and that she was very
seldom mistaken. She was very impulsive. I
mean by that, that she did not wait to think long,
but always acted as her feelings directed at the
time.”

“Tlike that sort of people,” I interrupted.

“So do I,” said Ellen; “if their feelings are
never wrong. Or, as my father would say, if their
feelings were always under the direction of right
principles. But all persons have evil feelings in-
their hearts; and although I like to see people do
good from impulse, still, I think, this will not be
of much use, unless they have right principles and
strength of mind sufficient to help them to act ©
out their good impulses ; and it is well sometimes
to think a long time before we act; particularly
if we are about to act under a feeling of dislike
towards another—no mattcr what may be our
reasons for it.
46 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

“ Ada did not like Sophie, from the very first
time she saw her. I do not know why, unless it
might be that Sophie was a pale, bashful little
thing, and not at all pretty. Several of the girls
spoke to her at recess, and seemed inclined to be
friends with her; but after school Ada told them
that she did not like Sophie, for she knew that
she was a disagreeable sort of a girl, whom they

‘would all dislike, as soon as they knew her better.

“Why ?”’ asked Susan Morris and Mary Dan-
forth.

‘“‘T can tell by her looks,” Ada answered; ‘and
Ihave seen enough, when passing to and from
school, to convince me that they are not a plea-
sant sort of family.”

* ‘What did you see to make you think so of
them?’ Mary enquired.

“Oh, I cannot tell you,” was her reply ; “‘ there
were several little things, which I judged from,
that cannot be very well explained.”

“The girls tried to find out what these little
things were, but Ada would explain no further.
I suppose she could not tell her reasons for dis-
liking Sophie, for she hardly knew herself. She
had heard that Mrs. Grey had educated Sophie,
without any other assistance, and was rather strict
THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. 47

in some of her notions, and she had seen that their
furniture was quite plain and old fashioned. This
was all she knew, but she felt that these were in-
sufficient reasons for her dislike, so she thought it
‘best not to mention them.

“ Much of Sophie’s bashfulness wore off as time
passed away. She began to laugh and talk with
her companions, and tried to make them love her.
But this was very hard work, for they were all
very fond of Ada, and very much under her influ-
ence, and she still continued to dislike Sophie.—
She never tried to win Ada’s love, because Ada
always treated her so coldly that she felt it would
be of no use.

“Many a time poor little Sophie was hardly
able to keep from crying, when she saw how the
girls avoided her, and how unkind Ada was to
her. And very often when she went home, she
used to go to a lonely part of the garden, or up
to her own room, and cry as if her heart would
break. She was an only child, and had always
told her mother all her troubles; but she could
not bear to tell this one. Perhaps it was because
there is a feeling of mortification in knowing that
people-don’t love us, that makes us wish to keep
48 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

it secret; or perhaps she did not wish to make
her mother unhappy on her account.

_ “Very often one of the girls would repeat to
Sophie something unkind, which Ada had said of
her ; and then—for Sophie was just like other
persons, and would. do wrong sometimes—she
would say that Ada was unjust and unkind, and
oceasionally mention some fault in her which
others had not noticed. These things were always
repeated to Ada, and sometimes made to appear
much worse than Sophie had intended; until they
were farther from being friends than ever.

“One day Mrs. Smith praised Sophie for her
improvement in music, and at the same time re-
proved Ada for practising in a careless manner.
Ada was quite provoked, and as they were leaving
school said, looking towards Sophie.

“Mrs. Smith has a strange fancy for homely
people, and always praises them whether they are
deserving or not: I suppose she pities them, and
wishes to make them feel more comfortable.”

‘‘ This was repeated in such a way that all the
girls knew that it was meant for Sophie.

“© Sophie looked towards her, and witha flushed
face, and excited voice, said,

“‘ Was that the reason why Mrs. Smith praised
THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. 49

Miss Ada Carroll’s embroidery yesterday morn-
ing?”

“Then, without waiting for an answer, she
over to the other side of the road.

‘“‘ When she reached home her mother met her,
and seeing that there was some trouble upon her
mind, asked what it was. Sophie burst into tears,
and told her the cause of her sorrow.

“Perhaps you have injured her in some way,”’
said Mrs. Grey.

“¢ Oh, no, mother; I have always tried to treat
her as kindly as she would let me ;’’ Sophie re-
plied.—Then suddenly recollecting that she had
often spoken exultingly of Ada’s faults, she laid
her head upon her mother's lap, and frankly
acknowledged where she had been to blame, even
to the way in which she had answered Ada when
they left the school.

“Mrs. Grey told Sophie where she had been
wrong, and kindly sympathized with her trouble.

‘Now what shall I do, mother, to show Ada
that I have no unkind feelings towards her? I
am sure I am willing to be her friend,” said
Sophie.

“ All you can do,” Mvs. Grey replied, “ is to do
her some good whenever you have the opporte-

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50 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

nity, and never to speak unkindly of her again, no
matter what is said to you.”

“Mrs. Grey had a beautiful garden, filled with
a great variety of rare flowers. The next morn-
ing, while Sophie was cutting some flowers to fill
the vases, Mr. Carroll and Ada passed by. The
high hawthorn hedge hid her from view, and she
heard Ada say to her father,

“T do wish we had such a garden as Mrs. Grey’s
—I love flowers so very much.”

“Sophie did not hear Mr. Carroll’s answer.
For an instant she had felt glad that she could
boast of having one advantage which Ada had not;
but very soon she remembered the conversation
with her mother the evening before, and felt sorry
that she had had such thoughts. Then she leaned
her head upon her hand, thinking of the wrong
feelings she had had towards Ada. Suddenly a
new and pleasant thought struck her—her face
brightened.

“T willsend Ada Carroll some of the very pret-
tiest flowers we have,’ she exclaimed. ‘I will
get her papa to take them as he goes home this.
evening.”

“Sophie understood how to arrange flowers
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very sweetest flowers in the garden—of half-blown
roses and verbenas of every shade, intermixed
with mignonette, heliotrope and white jessamine.
This bouquet was given to Mr. Carroll with a
card, on which Sophie had written,

“For Ada, from one who wishes to be her
friend.”

‘When Ada came home from school, and saw
the flowers, she was very glad, for she was very
fond of flowers. She knew Sophie’s writing, and
her heart reproached her for her unkind behaviour.
Without waiting one moment, she put on her bon-
net, and went over to see Sophie, and told her
that she was very sorry that she had been so un-
kind. Sophie said she, too, had been very much
to blame; and from that time they were the very
best of friends.”

“‘T think Ada Carroll was a very proud girl,”
said I.

‘““T guess we are all rather proud, in one way
or another,” replied Lucy.

‘**T think so too,” said Ellen.
THE GUARDIAN ANGELS.

A PERSIAN LEGEND.

BY ALICE B. NEAL

I.

GOLDEN Persian legend
came floating to my
mind,

As idly in the garden this
wreath for thee I twined ;

It well befits the stillness of
twilight’s dreamy hour,



When sweet south winds sway gently each closing bud
and flower,

So listen, fair young sister, and check thy mirth
awhile,

(Though well I love, any darling, to see that happy
smile, )

Come rest upon my bosom, as in the days gone by,

“Again—again I clasp thee, as closely, tenderly. —
THE GUARDIAN ANGELS. 55

II,

Thus runs that ancient legend,—that to each soul is
given

Two white-robed guardian Angels, to bear it home to
heaven ;—

Both bear a spotless tablet, on which each act is
traced,—

Good deeds graved with a diamond can never be ef-
faced,—

The other beareth plainly the record of all sin,

Each wicked thought or prompting that comes the
heart within,

Yet, humble prayer for pardon the stain will take away,

If offered by the erring before the close of day.

III.
But should he yield to slumber, ere grace was thus
obtained,
The record of his folly forever there remained.
A witness found against him that tablet frail would be,
When Time itself, forgotten, lapsed in Eternity.
And, darling, I have thought it, an emblem of this life,
That we are thus attended through weary toil and strife,
That all may sue for pardon, though with the latest
breath,
Yet woe to him who yieldeth unto the sleep of Death
56 THE CHILD'S FANCY.
Iv.

And hath not, with repentance, this free forgiveness
sought—

For, with most mournful errors, each human life is

: fraught ;—

And there at last remaining upon the mystic scroll,

Shall witness to the ruin of that misguided soul.

Oh! may we both remember this pardon here to crave,

Nor dare without its power a future life to brave:

Then thou and I, young sister, shall find a sweeter rest,

Than we are now enjoying, together and so blest !
STORY OF A MOUSE,

Translated from the French

BY MRS. A F LAW.



The indiscretions of parents seldom serve as warnings to their childrens

AN old mouse having arrived at the close of his
existence, assembled his numerous family, and
addressed them in the following manner:

“If aught would make me regret life, without
doubt it would be the idea of the numerous perils
to which I leave you exposed;—but I flatter my-
self that you will console these, my last moments,
by being attentive and submissive to my counsels.
If you follow them,—like myself—you may arrive
at an advanced age. To excite your obedience, I
will relate to you the history of my life.

“‘T was born in the house which we at present

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58 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

occupy, but I have here witnessed great changes.
At the period when I entered into life, it was in-
habited by a young English lady, who was ex-
tremely rich. Oh, my children, this lady’s man-
sion was a land of milk and honey; a very Peru
for poor mice. She kept an open table, and had
in her service forty domestics. You can readily
imagine that with so many people to serve her,
she did not give herself the trouble of attending
to household concerns. A housekeeper, a steward,
and a head cook, were charged with buying and
managing the provisions. These three persons
derived a revenue from the dealers who furnished
the house ; and they were consequently interested
in increasing the expense. They ate a great deal,
and lost more; and this procured us abundance,
and also safety. We disdained the fragments of
the second table, because we could feed ourselves
upon more delicate morsels, which they carelessly
left scattered about. Two large cats,—guardians
of the kitchen,—left us fully at liberty, and passed
the period between their abundant repasts, in
gentle slumbers.

“JT could relate to you a thousand curious an-
ecdotes, of which I was a witness, during my
childhood, The housekeeper’s room had been my
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cradle, and it was in this basement palace, that
she received the homage of her inferiors,—most
frequently with an air of extreme haughtiness ;
at other times she deigned to be more gracious,
and bestowed a kindly glance upon their devotion,
but she nearly always rewarded them. Except
her impertinence, she was one of the best creatures
in the world. She was anxious that the appear-
ance of the domestics should announce the wealth
of their mistress, and she therefore humanely at-
tended to their little wants. The servants be-
longing to the kitchen, were reduced, of mornings,
to a broth of oat-meal, and could have no tea;
but madam took hers so strong, and renewed it so
often, that these poor girls could still draw from
it quite a good decoction. The place where the
sugar was kept was not inaccessible, and when .
she perceived that some had been stolen, she
laughingly said, “well, all the world must live!”
She was so extremely complaisant as to permit
every body to take their tea with cream in it; it
is true they did not dare to put the exact amount
on the bill, for fear the lady would some day take
a fancy to look over it; but they counted eight
quarts of milk instead of four, and by this means
every one was satisfied.
60 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

“T could not soon finish my recital, were I to
recount the immense waste caused by this woman
and her flatterers; but by a moderation rarely
found in one so old, I will limit myself to that
which I have just spoken.

“Tt was under this person’s rule, that I
passed the first years of my life; but by the great-
est of misfortunes, this happy condition disap-
peared like a beautiful dream, of which a sorrow-
ful remembrance alone remains. The mistress of
the house, who had not measured her expenses by
her revenue, found herself ruined, and obliged to
retire to the country; and the mansion, which
until then she had inhabited, passed into new
hands. .

“As I had not yet had much experience, I re-
garded this change as a matter of little impor-
tance; but I soon became aware of my ill luck.
Our new mistress had as numerous a train as the
first onc; however, her household was so arranged
that she really had need of but two servants; for,
in oppesition to custom, she herself attended to
everything, and superintended the economical de-
tails of the family. Sugar, sweetmeats, and other
similar articles, were shut up in a closet, the key
of which was in her possession. She knew exactly
STORY OF A MOUSE. 61

how much provision was necessary for daily con-
sumption, and it was not possible to deceive her,
even in trifles. She desired that every thing
should wear an air of ease, and of magnificence,
without causing her to suffer any waste.

“T soon saw myself reduced to live on the
crumbs which fell from the domestics table; not
even a pitiful bit of cheese,—not an end of a can-
dle; all was gathered up and put to some use.
‘Wretched woman,’ cried I, in my sorrow; ‘who
would think, on viewing the profusion of dishes
which appear on thy table, that any animal near
thee would be reduced to a state of famine, and
one, too, who requires so little for its nourish-
ment.’ I flattered myself that this state of things
would not last long; but alas, I soon lost this
hope. The two amicable cats, of whom I have
before spoken, had not abandoned the house, and
displayed most woc-begone countenances. I was
curious to know what they thought of these mat-
ters, and one evening, when they were conversing
seriously together, I came out of my hole to listen
to them.

“¢ You wish to leave the house in which you
have been born,’ said the youngest of these cats.
‘And why should we remain here?’ replied the
62 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

other, with an air of chagrin. ‘Do you not see
that the fast I have lately been obliged to observe,
has reduced me to skin and bones.’ ‘ But,’ said
the other, ‘a refuge still remains to us! Notwith-
standing the watchfulness of the cook, I have suf-
ficient courage and address to live well by means
of my industry. Besides, our mistress is becom-
' ing aged, and cannot live much longer, therefore
our situation will soon be changed.’ ‘Vain hope!’
said the old cat; ‘ know that for our unhappiness
a German lady dwells here, and consequently
there is no remedy.’ ‘The women of this nation
take the entire charge of their households, and
are so well acquainted with their servants, that
they are seldom imposed upon. They know how
to inspire them with the spirit of order, and the
cook employed here, has been instructed thus for
ten years, and thoroughly understands her busi-
ness; the least attempt at a trick would cost the
life of any cat. Besides, the age of our mistress
will not bring any alleviation to our misery.
These wretched Germans have the habit of bring-
ing up their children in the same system of econ-
omy to which they themselves have been accus-
tomed. Such young ladies, however rich they
STORY OF A MOUSE. 63

may be, do not think it beneath them to under-
take the management of culinary concerns.’

“A footman who now entered the kitchen,
interrupted the conversation of these two cats,—
who disappeared the next day. Still young, I
paid less attention to the remarks of the old cat,
than to those of the other, and not being able, (as
I then thought) to support my situation, I exerted
all my industry to alleviate it, and after some ef-
forts, I discovered the means of introducing my-
self into the apartment where Madam kept her
provisions, and satisfied my appetite by a rich
repast. But the pleasure of the feast was trou-
bled by reflection. I played a high game, and
trembled lest my theft should be discovered.
However, I soon reassured myself; the past
seemed to answer for the future; and I remem-
bered that I had stolen a hundred times from the
housekeeper, of whom I have before spoken,
without her taking any precautions to prevent a
repetition. Fool that I was! I was ignorant of
the difference between the attention of the ser-
vant and the mistress.

‘‘ Encouraged by my first success, I returned
the next day to the fatal chamber, and the first
object which attracted my attention was a grated
64 TIE CHILD'S FANCY.

machine, in which was a piece of roasted fat. ©
Attracted by the odour, I entered it, and seized
my prey; but oh, the misfortune which followed,
and which many years have not served to efface
from my memory! Hardly had I touched the
fatal morsel, when the door of the terrible
machine closed upon me with a frighful noise,
preventing all means of escape. How much
I now bewailed my greediness! How many reso-
lutions I formed to overcome it, if I but escaped
from this danger. I had not much time for re-
flection ; the noise made by the closing of the trap
attracted the attention of the mistress, and I heard
her issue orders that I should be drowned. One
of the chamber maids was told to execute the sen-
tence. You tremble my children !—Indeed no-
thing seemed capable of arresting this dreadful
doom! I saved myself, however, by the miserable
management of those whom my mistress had com-
missioned to put mc to death. Experience now
taught me to correct a vice which had nearly
proved so fatal, and I never more went out of my
dwelling without using the greatest precautions,
confining my excursions alone to the kitchen. I
acknowledge that the life to which I now saw
myself reduced, appeared even worse than the
STORY OF A MOUSE. 65

punishment from which I had just escaped; but
habit soon softened my situation. I perceived
that abstinence strengthened my constitution, and
I learnt to thank fortune for the necessity which
had obliged me to moderate my appetite and my
sensuality. I saw renewed, three times, the race
of mice, with whom I had grown up. Few mice
have fulfilled the career for which nature has
destined them. Sickness has carried off those
who escaped the vigilance of the cat, and the
snares of their masters. But I am growing
weaker; adieu, my dear children; dread the fatal
closet where death lies hidden beneath perfidious
sweets! I die content, assured you will obey my
counsels.”’

Scarcely had this wise mouse drawn its last sigh,
when the young and frisky family congratulated
themselves upon being relieved from the constraint
which this old dotard had subjected them to.
They laughed at his counsels; and called his so-
briety, avarice,—his watchfulness, cowardice.
They soon sought, and found their way to the
pantry ; three paper coverings placed over a jar
of preserves, were broken open, and they felici-
tated themselves upon having thus far escaped
the perils with which they were threatened; but

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66 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

their pleasure did not continue long; a cat, and
two mouse traps were placed in the closet, and
before the end of the week there only remained a
single mouse from among those who had despised
the experience and warnings of their great-grand-
father. We may conclude from their example,
That the Parents’ indiscretions seldom serve as
warnings to their Children.









































THE POOR M#N’S: FAITH.
BY M. L CHURCHIEL.

HARP and fierce was the winter’s cold,
And mournful was the sound,
Of snow-flakes falling on the earth,
Hiding the dark, cold ground.
It was a time of bitter want,
While poor men needed food ! 7
And at the corners of the street,
- The hungry beggars stood.



Then in a cottage, poor and cold,
An aged couple dwelt,

The storm that raged so fierce without,
They in full force had felt.
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THE CHILD’S FANCY.

Empty for two whole days and nights,
Had been their humble board,

No longer in their cottage home
A single crust was stored.

Robert was crippled, and in vain
For work he oft had sought;
Men gave him alms, and turned away,
With scarce a passing thought.
Ellen his wife, so weak and old,
No longer work could find ;
And so—in hunger, cold and want,
They heard the rushing wind.

But e’en in sorrow’s sore distress,
In God their faith they rest,

And say with humble, earnest trust,
«God wills, and it is best.”

But now, e’en while they weaker grow,
And death so near appears,

Upon the threshold of their door,
A step, poor Ellen hears.

She hastens out, though weak and faint,—
« Perchance some houseless one,
THE POOR MAN’S FAITH. 71

Is left to weather this fierce storm,
Unsheltered and alone.”

Quickly her kindly hands have ope’d
The cheerless cottage door ;

Scarce can her weak hands hold it back,
She is so old and poor.

But on the step no form awaits
A shelter from her hand ;

Naught but a basket, covered o’er
With heavy cloth doth stand ;

Poor Robert called, comes slowly forth,
And thus they raise the store,

Their Father's hand in mercy placed,
E’en at their very door.

The basket bears old Robert’s name,—
For them ’tis truly meant ;

Some gen’rous friend in their great need,
Food thus to them hath sent.

Quickly the basket’s stores are known,—
Bread, meat, and even wine!

Learn ye, who doubt the love of God,
How wrongly ye repine.
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THE CHILD'S FANCY.

But e’re a morsel of the food,
The aged pair will taste,

They offer thanks unto their God,
Who food before them placed,

And from that cottage, old and drear,
Rises a grateful prayer,

From hearts, that in old age and want,
Still feel their Father’s care.


























































































































BATTLE-GROUND OF YORKTOWN,
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THE BATTLE-GROUND OF.
YORKTOWN.

BY AUNT AMELIA.

“Mamma! O, mamma!” shouted Susie Day-
ton, “‘ Uncle Henry has loaned me his port folio
of ‘studies’ as he calls those bits of trees and old
fences, and those pieces of skies and rivers. There
are some real beautiful pictures among them
though; Is’nt this a pretty one? there is a name
to it, ‘The Battle-ground of Yorktown.’”

“Let mesee it Susie. Yes, that is the place,
sure enough, I remember when we visited it, the
Autumn I travelled in Virginia with your unele.”’

“And was a battle really fought in that quiet
looking place, mamma? and who were victo-
rious ?”

“Yorktown had been fortified by the English
76 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

and was held bythem. The Americans besieged
it and took it, and Lord Cornwallis and his army
surrendered their arms to the Americans. This
field was the place where the surrender took
place. It was a very important event in the war
of the Revolution; and then the English were
forced to give up all hope of subduing the ‘re-
bellion,’ as they called our struggle for indepen-
dence.”’

“« And then, I suppose, the war stopped after
this. What year was it, mamma? I remember
the war commenced in 1775, and I thought 1783
was the close of it.”

“The army was not disbanded, nor was the
independence of the colonies acknowledged by
the British Government until 1788. But from
the time of the surrender of Yorktown, in Octo-
ber, 1781, the war was pretty much at an end.”

“The English had more soldiers than we had,
and they were real, trained soldiers, why did they
not conquer the people here ?”’

“Yes, the king’s army was composed of regu-
lar soldiers, while the American army was made
up of all sorts of people, who had been taught
anything else than fighting. Besides this the
English army was well equipped, while the Amer-
BATTLE-GROUND OF YORKTOWN. 77

icans were poorly provided with clothes, and with
weapons and ammunition, and sometimes even
with food. But they were fighting for their homes
and those they loved: they were fighting for free-
dom, and for the highest good of the country of
their birth. The English were good, brave sol-
diers, but neither their duty to their country, who
had ordered them to fight for her gain and her
glory, nor their own personal ambition, inspired
them with the courage and true devotion which
gave strength to the arms of our people. More-
over, it seemed asif the God of Battles fought for
us, and confounded those who boasted only in
their own might. Right—not might, was the
password to victory.”

“But why was the surrender at Yorktown so
important ?”

“Because the British had already met with
several defeats, and they, and their government
at home also, hoped much from this campaign in
Virginia. The French nation had sympathized
deeply with us in our great struggle, and a large
number of French troops had come over to help us.
You have heard the name of La Fayette almost as
frequently and as proudly spoken as that of Wash-
ington. Ie rendered great assistance in this
78 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

siege of Yorktown, and he and the other French
officers are entitled to a great deal of praise for
their noble efforts in our behalf. Our people had
recently been enraged by the massacre of their
countrymen at Fort Griswold, and had talked
loudly of revenge before the surrender, but they
deserve as much honour for their humanity and for-
bearance as for their bravery. The English were
foreed to acknowledge their magnanimity and the
noble generosity of the French.

“ General Washington called on the army and
the Congress of rulers, to whom he wrote news of
the event ‘to pay thanks to God who has given
us this victory.”

“Ah!mamma. That was indeed a proud day
for America. Jam glad we have this picture of
Yorktown, or rather of this glorious field. I
would go a great ways to see the place where such
events took place, and Iwill beg uncle Henry for
a copy of this picture to put among my treasures.””
THE VAIN GIRL.

BY JENNIE ELDER.

TueRre was once a little girl
Had a very pretty bonnet

Given to her by her uncle,
With a wreath of roses on it.

And she stood before the glass,
And she simpered quite demurely.
And she raised her brows and thought,
I’m a pretty lassie surely.
My eyes are bright and blue,
And my curls are very shiny,
And I look as graceful as
My favourite Laurustina.
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These pink ribbons and pink flowers
Look as lovely as they can do—.
What will cousin Lucy say ?
What will little envious Ann do?

T’ll put on my crimson sack,
Over white it will look pretty,

And [ll take a little walk—
Come here this moment Lettie !

Was there ever such a negro ?
Keeps me waiting, waiting, waiting,
And I think she walks the slower,
When she knows that I am fretting.

Lettie! Lettie! O, Lettic-e!

Are you come at last, you vixen,
Can you dare to treat me so?

It is bad, it is perplexing !

And the ebon little handmaid,

Turns. her dark face o’er her shoulder—
Smiling wide from ear to car—

Lest her mistress should behold her.
THE VAIN GIRL. 81

‘¢ Lettie ready, missus, now,”

And the miniature fine lady
Sidles off with mincing pace,

And a head by no means steady.

And she’d toy with the bright ribbons,
And she’d glance down o’er her vesture
With a furtive, loving glance,
Yet a would-be careless gesture. -

And she loved her own dear self,

And she worshipped her dear bonnet,
With its pretty pinky ribbons,

And its wreath of roses on it.

And she had no thought of living
For the love or good of others,
Self stood up between the forms
Of acquaintance, sisters, brothers.

And her parents loved her well,

Loved her dearly, yet most blindly,
For they fostered every wish,

Be it gentle or unkindly.

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82 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

And the heart is prone to pride,
As the sparks that fly to heaven,

And its aptest thoughts are evil,
From fair morning until even.

Therefore we ought ever pray,

Ever watch against the entrance
Of a selfish, evil thought—

Of an act which needs repentance.

But about the little girl—
I am grieved to have to write it,
. She was selfish, proud and vain,
Even more than I indite it.

And, as she walked along,
She could tell by intuition,
Who, among the crowd she met,
Did deserve her recognition.

And she had a seale of worth,
With nice gradations on it,
_ And her highest point of merit,
Was a costly dress and bonnet.
THE VAIN GIRL. &3

She soon met her young friend Ann,
And her gentle cousin Lucy,

And she kissed them in the street,
Very fast and very fussy.

We are told by Mrs. Manners,
To forbear this demonstration

Of our pleasure or our joy,
When in public observation.

Thave seen young maidens kiss,
When at church and other places,

Whose love or joy at mecting,
Went no deeper than their faces.

’Tis enough to make one fret,
Or at least a little nervous,

To sec coldness ’neath a mask,
Doing friendship false lip-service.

The pressure of the hand,
Or the warm heart-look of pleasure,
Beaming from a truthful eye,

Ts an honest, true heart measure.
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But when I this rhyme began,
I had no thought of digression,
For I like a rhyme myself,
That makes forward, straight progression.

So I come back to the girl
With the very pretty bonnet,

With its pretty pinky ribbons,
And its wreath of roses on it.

She enjoyed a petty triumph,
At her young friends’ admiration,
But she looked in vain to see
Either envy or vexation.

For their hearts were very happy,
And more natural their graces,
Though their dress was neatly plain,
And plain hoods concealed their faces.

We should cultivate a medium
Between vanity and neatness,

And we never should let pride
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BY CLARA CUSHMAN,

HLAT is a dreary picture is it
not. You can see by the
light shining in the grated
window, that the room is in >
a prison. Yes, it is a cell,
where people who do wrong
are shut up, and kept from
any more mischief. But
sometimes innocent people are sent to prison.
Does that seem strange to you? It happens in
this way,—that they are suspected of doing wrong,
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story I once read, and which you might like to
hear.

There were once two dear little children who
lived far away from the city, in the quiet of a
beautiful country home. Their house was a cot-
tage, with a garden before it, where the children,
Charles and Ruth, had their flower beds, and en-
joyed taking care of them very much. They went
to school too, and were taught to read the Bible;
and to Sunday-school, where it was explained to
them. Among other lessons, they were taught
the commandment

THOU SHALT NOT STEAL,

and Charles always remembered that it would be
a sin against God to take anything that belonged
to another; even though no eye saw him do it.
So these children grew up together, very fond
of each other, and obedient to their kind father
and mother. But by and by Charles got discon-
tented. He read about the great city of New
York, and how people got rich there; so he left
his quiet home, and very soon there was news that
‘“‘Charlie,”’ as they all called him at home, was
going to be clerk in a grand store, where he could
BROTHER AND SISTER. 89

afford to send home money to help the family
along.

Everything went on nicely for a little while.
Ruth did the house-work, while her mother sewed,
and thus they were a cheerful, happy, little fami-
ly. But at length there was sad news from New
York. Charlie had been accused of stealing, and
had been put in prison! Think how sadly they
must have felt; but the father said,

‘“‘ Charles is an honest boy, and he never told a
lie in his life.”

So they trusted in Providence that everything
would be made clear.

But Ruth could not stay away from her brother.
She knew how much happier he would be in his
troubles, with some one who loved him, and she
started allalone for the great city. There every
thing was new and strange. Some laughed at her,
and others were rude and impudent as she was
hurried along in the crowd. But she did not
mind anything. She thought only of her brother ;
and at last she found him in the prison, true
enough, locked up in a dismal cell.

Think how happy Charles must have been,
when that creaking door turned upon its hinges,
and instead of the harsh jailor, he saw his own

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90 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

bright little sister Ruth, come in! And she
staid with him, like a noble girl as she was, and
kept him cheerful, and amused him in the long,
dull days, before his trial come. It was as her
father had hoped. The innocence of Charles was
plainly proved, and the two returned to their
home, all the happier for the trouble that had *
threatened them. You may be sure, Ruth never
regretted her prison visit; and that she was bless-
ed in her future life for her brave sisterly love.

Happy is the father who can say of his son,—

“ He is an honest boy, and has never told a lie
in his life.”
THE WILFUL FAIRY.

BY ISABEL.

Far down in a shady, moss-carpeted dell,

Just the kind of a place where the Fays love to dwell,
A gay laughing streamlet was tossing its spray,

Now kissing the pebbies,—then dancing away.

One bright moonlight night in the fall of the year,
When tall trees were dropping leaves yellow and sere,
Some fell in a streamlet by which a young fay

Was standing and watching them float on their way.

‘«¢ Oh, see that huge leaf!’ to her mother she cried,
«Pray let me jump on it, and take a nice ride,

The moon shines so brightly, and then the night breeze
Is gentle—you see, I can stop when I please.”
92 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

But the prudent old fay shook gravely her head,

«¢ You’ll do no such thing, silly creature,” she said,

“cFor there are great rocks in the streamlet below,

They’d upset your boat, and you can’t swim, you
know.”

So she bade her stay there, while she went away
To get acorn cups for a fete the next day:

The young fairy pouted, and fretted, und thought,
‘Dear me! what a harsh, cruel mother I’ve got.”

By and by she looked up, and spied coming down,
A beautiful oak-leaf, all crimson and brown,

Then she said, «I will just a little way go,

I soon can get back, and mother won’t know.”

So she quickly sprung on, and sailed off with glec,
Laughing mockingly at the miniature sea,

But a breeze springing up, bore her close to a rock,
Which her boat ran against with a terrible shock !

The poor little fay tumbled off in her fear,

And now for her ride might have paid very dear,
Had she not chanced to fall on the back of a trout,
Who quickly with her to the bank swam right out.
THE WILFUL FAIRY. 938

All shiv’ring and dripping, she sighed out «Oh dear!
Had I listened to mother I had not been here ;”

So then, children, you'll find, as did this young fay,
’Tis best if you always your mother obey.

Walnut Hill.
“LIFE IS SWEET.”

BY M. L. CHURCHILL.

THERE was a shout of joy, from an angel band,
and from its numbers one was chosen to walk the
earth as guide of an infant, whose life had but
then commenced.

The child slept in her cradle bed, with her
young mother watching over her, when the angel
guide drew near and gently fanned the infant with
his bright wings.

Neither mother nor child, could see the angel’s
form ; but the babe smiled in her sleep, and the
mother bent closer over her, and kissed the fair,
pure brow, and prayed to her Father in Heaven,
that the young child might ever be blessed with
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For a few years the child walked by her mo-
ther’s side, led by the angel guide, and when the
“ soft summer wind” lifted the curls of her hair,
or the sun shone brightly, or sweet flowers spread
themselves near her, the angel would bid the
child look out, on all these things, and the child
obeying would laugh gaily, and often would cry,
“Mother, dear Mother! Life is sweet!”

A few more years, and still the angel walked
with the being he was sent on earth to watch over
and cherish; but the mother no longer walked
with her daughter. God had taken the mother to
‘Himself, and for a time, the daughter found it
hard to say, as in early years, “ Life is sweet !”

But the angel had taught her that it was best
that her mother should be at rest in her heavenly
home, and with faith in the love of God, and a
heart filled with thankfulness for the blessings
still left to her upon earth, she once more cried
“ Life is sweet !”

But the little child had become a woman, and
there were hard paths to be trodden with her angel
guide, and less frequently the soft wind played
around her, and fewer sunbeams lit up the way,
and but rarely a single flower bloomed before her,
but still her trust was in God, and with the an-

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98 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

gel’s hand clasped in her own, she would exclaim
as of old “ Life is sweet !”

But the woman grew older, and sickness weak-
ened her, and she was no longer able to walk forth
in the green fields and beneath the blue sky of
heaven ; but in her sick-room, the angel still was
with her, and reminding her of her Father’s love
and gentle care through all her early years, and
that He in His wisdom, now called upon her to
suffer, that thus, He might prove her patience and
her faith. She folded her hands and bowed her
head in prayer, able even in much sorrow to cry
“‘while my Father wills that I shall be on earth,
I still have power to say ‘ Life is sweet !’”

The summer sun was going down in the west,
and through the window of the chamber where
rested the dying woman, the sound of the village
church bell, came gently to her ear. It was the
Sabbath evening, and good men gathered in the
House of God, to praise Him for His mercy and
great love, to all the inhabitants of earth.

The dying woman could not go forth into the
temple of the Holy One, but the angel heard her
murmur, ‘“ My life on earth is over, and the life
above, free from all sorrow is sweet !”’

Once more, there was a shout of joy from an
LIF® I8 SWEET. 99

angel band, and at this time the guide of the in-
fant girl, was welcomed back to his place among
the bright beings of Heaven.

She whom he had watched on earth stood also
in Heaven. Her earthly life was over, and her
new existence had commenced among the years of
Eternity.
THE-SHI P.

wen eeeeey

OOK, Mother! What a pretty
ship, |
I wish it was my own;
How I should like to take a
trip |
In her, to worlds unknown.



«Her sails are spread, a right good breeze
Is speeding her away ;

I wonder where? to Indian seas,
Do tell me, mother, pray !



THE SHIP. 103

“T’ve always wished to go to sea,
And when I am a man,

Then, cousin Robert says, that he
Will take me to Japan.

«“] think he has a happy life,
A ship at his command ;
With sailors to do all the work,

Oh, would it not be grand ?

« And then the Ocean breezes blow
So very fresh and free;

Oh, mother, you will let me go
With him, next week, to sea?”

«‘ Dear Frank, you do not know the toil
And hardship, they endure

Who go tosea; for if you did,
You'd pity them, I’m sure.

«’Tis labor, labor all the week,
And, when the Sabbath day

Calls us to rest from earthly care,
And think of God, and pray ;
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THE CHILD'S FANCY.

«‘ They cannot goto Church like you,
And learn the way to Heaven ;

No Pastor, kind, have they to teach
How they may be forgiven.

“In wicked words and idle jests,
Those hallowed hours are past ;
And unprepared, full oft they go,
To meet their God, at last.

«T do not mean to say that all
Are thus, for well I know

Of noble acts, and generous decds,
That make the bosom glow.

« All honor to the sailor’s name!
All praise, where praise is due;
They’ve hearts of oak, brimful of love,
Brave, loyal, honest, true.

“¢ Now, dearest Frank, my own lov’d boy,
Pray you contented be;

Indeed I never can consent
That you should go to sea.”
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“SLOW TO ANGER

OR THE SOFT ANSWER.

BY COUSIN ALICE.

“MY Dear Gertrude! can that be your bro-
ther coming up the lane ?”’

Mrs. Colby laid down the book she had been
reading, and leaned out of the window. She had
been expecting her son home from school; and
now the garden gate opened with a crash, that
shook the honeysuckle trained over the fence, and
a little boy some ten years old rushed through,
“slamming” it after him.

His jacket hung on his arm; his trousers were
splashed with mud; the linen collar, clean at noon
time, was rumpled and soiled, while the knot of
his black ribbon neck-tie had gone round under
108 TILE CHILD'S FANCY.

hisear. His face was flushed and angry, and his
eye swollen terribly.

Mrs. Colby seemed to understand the matter at
once, for she told Gertrude to sit still, when the
little girl, very much frightened at her brother’s
appearance, would have hurried out to him.

“And what has happened, James?” she said,
as the boy came to the door of the sitting room.

“IT guess you would’nt ask, if you'd been
there,” he answered, in a loud, angry tone. “ Hen
Barnard has been calling me names again, and I
whipped him ; that’s all. I told him I would.”

‘What, fighting! and one of your playmaies,
too! Oh, James, I am ashamed of you.”

“Well, I won’t be called names by any body,
and he’s always calling out ‘Mother boy,’ and
saying I’m tied to an apron string; and I was’nt
going to stand it anylonger. I cut his lip dread-
fully, and he blacked my eye; but I don’t care—I
beat him.”

“JT think a bath would be the best thing for
you now,” said his mother, quietly; ‘“‘and when
the fever of this excitement is cooled a little, we
will talk it over.”

So Mrs. Colby waited until James came down
stairs again, in clean clothes; and then as she
SLOW TO ANGER. 109

bathed the bruised eye, she noticed that he looked
very much ashamed at being so disfigured.

‘You have had time to think it over,’’ she
said, ‘and I hope you can talk reasonably now.
Tam sorry my son is ashamed of his mother.”

““T never said I was ashamed of you. Why,
who said I did ?”

“The cause of this quarrel seems to be on my
account. Henry accuses you of loving me too
well?”

“Indeed mother, you’re mistaken. It’s only
nick-names I don’t like. He’s the most provok-
ing boy; and he got angry at me this afternoon
because I went up head. He struck me first. I
said I’d whip him, if he did’nt quit; and he said,
‘ Let’s see you then!’ and struck my eye.”

«There was an excellent opportunity for you to
show that ‘a soft answer turneth away wrath.”

*‘ And let him crow over me! besides, I don’t
believe soft answers do any good. J never knew
them to.” -

“Well then, just as you came in, I was reading
a story about that very thing. See, here is the
book ;” and Mrs. Colby took it from the window
sill.

“You remember, when we were in. Philadel-
110 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

phia last summer, asking me about the Quakers
we sawthere. ‘Friends,’ they are called, because
they cherish such a peaceable, friendly disposition
towards any one. It is contrary to their princi-
ples to fight ; even when there is war. There are
a great many Quakers around Philadelphia, and
at the time of the Revolutionary war one of them,
named Joshua Scattergood, had a fine farm quite
near the city. He and his family heard rumors
of the landing of the British, and that they were
marching on very rapidly. But they did not fly
like the rest of their neighbors, or take any pre-
cautions to arm themselves for defence. One
morning a band of the farmers around about,
made themselves into a militia company, and set.
out to join our army. They had placed their
families in safety, and had hastily armed them-
selves with anything that came handy,—farming
utensils, knives, and a few rusty muskets and
fowling pieces. On their way they marched up
to Friend Scattergood’s door, and told him that he
must join them. Of course he refused, and their
captain, who was not quite sober, called him a
tory, and said he staid there to harbor the British.
He worked himself up into such a passion, that
he caught the honest Quaker by the neck, and
SLOW TO ANGER. 111

nearly choked him to death. But he did not offer
to strike back again. He looked that angry man
full-in the face, and said ‘ Friend, thee may kill
me, but thee cannot compel me to fight with or
for thee.’

“This answer stopped his assailant at once. He
saw how foolishly violent he had been, and it
made him respect principles for which the good
Quaker had been willing to die.

““Now do you think friend Scattergood would
have gained anything by getting angry in his
turn, and fighting his neighbor? One or both of
them might have been killed in the fray of the
moment, and how much sorrow it would have
caused.”

“T was angry at Henry, mother.”

“Yes, I know you were, or you never would
have struck him. I do not believe that you knew
what you were doing after the first blow.”

“T did not, indeed. I was so angry, J could
scarcely see.”

“There is an old proverb that ‘anger ts a
short madness,’ and if you give way to it now,
what will become of you when you grow up, and
have daily provocation as you go into the world.
If this will teach you to restrain vour temper, and
112 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

give a soft answer for unkind words, I shall hardly
regret the rudeness and wickedness of this after-
noon,” said Mrs. Colby, as she bound a cloth wet
with vinegar, over the discolored eye.

And Gertrude came softly to her brother, as
their mother left the room, and whispered,

“ He that is slow to anger is better than the
mighty ; and he that ruleth his spirit than he
that taketh a city.” It was a part of the Sunday
School lesson she had been learning as he came
in.
WISHING,.
A DIALOGUE.
BY A SCHOOL GIRL,

“On! I wish I could do whatever I pleased,”
said little Fanny Morton, who was sitting by her
mother’s side, hemming a pocket handkerchief.

‘“‘ Well, what would you please to do, my dear?”
said her mother.

‘‘Why first, I would never do any more sew-
ing.”

“That would be very foolish. A little girl
never to sew! But what else ?”’

“‘T would never do any more sums ;”’ said Fan-
ny.

‘“‘ What next ?”’ said her mother.

“T would play all day, and buy ever so many

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114 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

new dolls; and dresses and bonnets forthem. If
IT had a little girl, I would Jet her have everything
she wanted, and do whatever she pleased.”’

“T am afraid your little girl would be spoiled,”

‘said her mother. “TI will relate youa story, that
I read when I was a little girl, of a discontented
old couple.”

“Oh do, mamma, I feel just like hearing a
story,” said Fanny.

“Well, one evening the old man and his wife
were sitting by the fire, wishing, as usual, for
something that they did not possess, when sud-
denly they saw a beautiful fairy standing before
them. They were quite frightened at first, but
the fairy said to them ; ‘ Do not be afraid, I have
heard all your wishes, and have come to tell you,
that you can wish three times, and your wishes
will be granted.’

“The fairy then departed, and left the old cou-~
ple to their cogitations. Suddenly the old wo-
man exclaimed: ‘Qh, I wish I had a black pud-
ding.’ Scarcely had she finished speaking, when
a black pudding came tumbling down the chim-
ney. The old man got in a violent passion, and
scolded his poor wife, calling her all sorts of
names.
WISHING. 115

“Now there’s one of our wishes gone, said he,
and all owing to your foolishness. I wish the
pudding was on the end of your nose.

“Immediately the pudding jumped on the old
woman’s nose, and no shaking or pulling would
get it off.

‘““T suppose the only thing we can do now, is
to wish it off, said they.

‘* Accordingly they did so, the pudding fell off,
and that was an end to their wishes.”

“Oh, what a funny story, mamma. I really
think I will try and not wish so much; but when
I do, I will think of the story of the ‘black pud-

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ding.
THE HAPPY DAY,
BY MRS. NEAL

1.

Ox Mother, darling Mother,
How happy we have been,

IT cannot tell you half the things,
That Frank and I have seen !

2.

The ride was most delightful,
The sky was soft and blue,—
The wind had such a pleasant voice,
It made me think of you.
THE HAPPY DAY. 117

3.

Uncle came out to meet us,
And kissed me on my cheek,

J know he thought of Cousin May,
For he could scarcely speak.

4.

And Aunt seemed disappointed,
Because you did not come;
’Till I explained that dear Papa,
You were expecting home.

5.

We went into the play room,
And there were poor May’s books
And playthings,—oh, how sweetly,
Our little cousin looks, °

6.

Yet dreadful it must be to lie

. So still day after day,

She cannot read, or walk or ride,
And scarecly even play.
118 THE CHILD'S FANCY.
7.

We went into the garden,—
Ob, such charming place!
Flowers of every colour,
And gold fish in a vase !

8.

The summer-house is covered
By every sort of vine;

And deep red cluster roses,
Around the windows twine.

9.

And there’s a little angel

Of marble, with white wings,
I think it was the sweetest,

OF all these lovely things.

10.

But while we stood there watching,
To see if it would fly, —

Indeed it looked as if its home
Was far up in the sky—
THE HAPPY DAY. 119

11.

1 heard a voice say “ children,”
A little voice so clear ;

We started, and looked all around,
But nota soul was near.

12.

I thought we were mistaken,
When suddenly again,

The voice cried “only see me !”
As I do,—just as plain.

13.

Then Frank and I grew frightened,
And made another search ;

What do you think we found, mother—
A parrot on a perch !

14.

A queer, old clumsy parrot,
With feathers green and red ;
Oh, I can’t tell you half the things,
The funny creature said.
120 THE CHILD'S FANCY.
15.

Oh, dear! I am so tired ;
Well, when we came to dine,

I never saw a table set,
With dishes half so fine.

16.

The grapes in silver baskets ;
And peaches,—melons too!

We had as many as we liked,
And May sent these to you.

17.

She could not eat a morsel,
She looked so thin and pale;
And then she had to go to bed,
When we went out to sail.

18.

I gathered these pond lilies ;
Just see how waxen white.

They lay there sleeping on the vines,
As if it had been night.
THE HAPPY DAY. 121
19.

’Twas such a little fairy boat,
And such a peaceful lake ;

‘It seemed more like some pleasant dream,
Than being wide awake.

20.

But mother, I would rather live
Here in our cottage small,
And have my lessons all to learn,
And help you work for all,

21.

Than lie like May with lovely things,
Around on every side,

And know that health and strength would be,
By sickness long denied.

22.

I will not fret because my home,
Is plain as plain can be;

Or that no lovely lake and grounds,
Around us, we can see.

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122 THE CHILD'S FANCY.
28.

I’d rather have my health, as now,
To run, and walk and play,

Than be a rich man’s petted child,
But ill like Cousin May.
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‘baal


THE HERMIT.

_ET us ask Miss Sleeper if we
cannot go to visit the Her-
mit this afternoon,” said
one of a class of little girls
who had just left the noe
tion room.
Rok Heme! why who ever ineacd of such a
thing nowadays!” answered one a little older,
and as she thought, a little wiser, than the rest.
‘¢ Well, you need not laugh at me, Louise. I
am sure there is one only three miles from here,
and very interesting he is too, for Helen Butler
told me all about him. He lives quite alcne, and
makes his own bed, and all. Then he draws in


126 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

such a queer outlandish way, and lives on vege-
tables. His nails and beard are ever so long,
and he has’nt a relation in the world.”

“Poor man!” said Louise Howard, in a half
mocking tone.

‘What is a hermit, Anna?’ asked one of the
youngest girls; who-was listening very atten-
tively.

“ who came through the hall just then.

So she took the pretty little child upon her
knee, and the others gathered around her, for
they were very fond of their kind, gentle teacher,
who seemed to them a perfect prodigy of learning.

““Many, many years ago, hundreds of years,
perhaps, people had very different ideas about
religion, from those weact by now. Some put on
coarse robes and rough shoes. They took with
them only a bag to carry a little food, and a thick
staff to help them along, and then they set off
on foot to visit some place, called a shrine, think-
ing that God would be pleased by the hardships
they took upon themselves. These were called
Pilgrims ; and they were often very brave, per-
forming most difficult and dangerous journeys.

“Another class of men, went far away from
THE HERMIT. 127

towns and cities, to the midst of some wilderness,
or thick forest, where there was no one to disturb
them. Here they lived simple and harmless
lives, praying day and night, and living princi-
pally upon roots and herbs, that grew wild around
them. ‘

“ Sometimes they built little huts of rough logs,
and others lived in caves hollowed out in the hill
side. Now and then some wandering pilgrim
would pass, and rest with them a little while, and
this was all the society they had. Here isa pic-
ture of a Hermit inviting a young Pilgrim into
his rustic house.” .

Miss Sleeper opened a book she had just taken
from the school library, and showed them the pic-
ture as she spoke.

““They were very good, harmless men,” she
continued, ‘but now we have found there is no
need of such gloomy severities. As a great poet
has said

“ Efe prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small.”

“The old man Anna speaks of, is a poor, half-
crazed person, who has taken a fancy to live by
128 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

himself in the woods. Many people visit him
from curiosity, but I should be sorry to have my _
little girls go from such a motive.”

Just then the dinner bell rang, and they all
followed their kind teacher to the dining room,
and concluded to spend Saturday afternoon some
other way, than by going to visit the Hermit.
CHILDS BVENING HYMN.

AY) FTE sun has veiled his light,
And sinks behind the west ;

The dusky shades of night,
Invite again to rest.

O, have I done this day
The duties that I ought?

O Lord, forgive, I pray,
Kach evil act and thought.



Be nigh and watch my breath,
When sleep has closed my eyes ;

‘And keep me safe from death,
’Till morn shall bid me rise.

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130 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

O when my days are past,

And life’s short journey done,
May I be saved at last,

Through thine eternal Son.
KEEPING A JOURNAL,

' OR, MISS PERCIVAL'S NEW RULE,

BY COUSIN ALICE,

CHAPTER I.

THERE was unusual confusion in the tidy school-
room of the Riverton Seminary. It was the first
morning of a new term, and this may account for
it. Black boards were piled up in the corner,
with half effaced sums, and “ philosophy figures”
——left since examination day. Ink-stands, books,
chalk, and pencils of every description, were placed
upon the writing-table, that each young lady
might claim her own, and remove them to the
desk allotted to her. Every now and then, a new
group came in, and before nine o’clock, twenty-
182 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

five smiling, happy girls, from ten to fifteen years
of age, had assembled. Miss Percival, the oldest
teacher, and Miss Clarkson, the assistant, wel-
comed them all as if they had been younger sis-
ters, instead of pupils. They introduced two new
scholars—shy, timid children, from the country-
chatted a little about vacation—and then the first
bell rang. ,

There were no lessons this morning, as it was
the opening; but all the classes were arrdnged
and tasks assigned for the next day. I should not
have said task, for few in Miss Percival’s school
considered a lesson in that light. It was a plea-
sure to listen to the explanations their teacher
gave, and they were not expected to learn by rote
a study so hard that it could not be entirely un-
derstood.

I think I must describe Miss Percival, as she
sat there, entering the names of these gay little
girls upon the class-books.

She was tall, but very graceful, and moved with
a floating, swan-like motion, that was peculiar to
herself. Her hair was heavy, and folded about
her head, rather than twisted. Her large blue
eyes never looked up without a smile, except some
one had transgressed her rules, and then they had
KEEPING A JOURNAL. 133

a glance of disapprobation and reproof, which no
one cared to encounter often. Yet she was never
cross, though firm and resolute. The pencil which
her white hand moved so rapidly, was a united
gift from the oldest girls, and worn only on state
occasions and holidays. The first day of the term
was considered a holiday. In summer a white
morning dress, fastened with a small turquoise
brooch, was her usual school costume—it was
summer now, the 25th of August.

Miss Clarkson was in decided contrast. She
was small—no larger than Laura Mitchell, her
oldest scholar,—and had dark hair, and a bril-
liant complexion.

“Young Ladies,” said Miss Percival at length,
as she closed the ‘ Book of Deportment,’”’ now so
fair and spotless, yet so dreaded as the term drew
' to a close and itsrecord was placed before “ father
and mother,” “I have thought of a new plan for
our largest first composition class, which I will
tell you before we separate. Youare not fond of
writing, I know, with one exception.”

Miss Percival looked at all of them, but the
girls turned their eyes upon Laura Mitchell, who
blushed, though an ill-concealed smile of satisfac-
tion hovered around her small mouth. Laura was
184 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

the poetess, the tale writer of the school. Some
of her companions regarded her as a second Miss
Edgeworth, a future Mrs. Hemans, while others
ridiculed her pretty lines, and gave her the souw-
briquet of “our would-be poetess.” Whatever
they may have been in quality, nothing could be
said against the quantity of her productions. She
scribbled incessantly, and often neglected her
lessons to do so.

“Wednesday never arrives,” continued Miss
Percival, “‘that some one of you is not in dis-
grace, for neglecting her composition. Now I
shall excuse the first class this term from bringing
in any.” ;

“Oh, delightful,” said Ella Scott to Julia Ab-
bot, and Julia echoed ‘ delightful,” and all of
them looked as if some great pleasure had been
promised. The younger girls no doubt felt them-
selves aggricved, for the task was just as hard for
them.

“Instead of the regular class I have concluded
that it would be pleasant to have each of you
write a daily record of everything that interests
you. Your progress at school; the walks and
rides you may have in leisure hours; anything
that you think worthy of being noted down. These
KEEPING A JOURNAL. 185

journals you will be expected to read aloud before
the school, when we assemble in the afternoon to
call the roll for deportment.’’ Miss Percival
looked around to see what the girls thought of
her proposal.

The smiles were all gone now. Julia Abbott
who was not a sweet tempered girl, whispered
“how mean,” so loud that Miss Percival over-
heard it, and Mary Barker pouted, as she always
did when anything displeased her.

Their teacher did not appear to notice this
change, or the rudeness of Julia Abbot. “ What
do yousay, Alice?” she asked, turning to the
smallest of the seven.

“TY will try, Miss Percival—but I’d rather not
read it before all the rest,’’ was the timid response.

“And so will you, Annie, I am sure, and
Clara.” The twin sisters so addressed, smiled a
response to Miss Percival’s question.

So it was arranged in spite of Julia’s frowns
and Mary Barker’s dissatisfied looks, that, the
seven eldest girls, who constituted the first class
in composition, should commence a journal the
following day.

“IT do not expect,” said their teacher, “that
we sta'l succeed at first, in writing very full or
136 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

glowing descriptions. But my object is to show
you how much is gained by constant practice, in
ease and grace of style. When I ask a composi-
tion for Examination day, at the end of the next
six months, we shall have no such murmuring and
hesitation, as I am sorry to say was exhibited by
nearly all of you the past term. Note but little
at first; as plainly and simply as possible, and
after a while we will begin to think of embellish-
ments.”

“TI won’t write a line,” said Julia Abbot, as
she hurried Mary Barker away without saying
“ good morning”’ to any one.

“T declare it a perfect imposition,” answered
the other ruefully. ‘A whole composition every
day! I thought once a week was bad enough.”
Mary Barker was one of those girls who are always
sure they never can do anything, and so never
try. She was at the foot of every class.

‘“‘ What are you going to write about, Alice ?”’
asked Annie Lee of the friend and confident of
both sisters.

*T suppose IJ shall think of something by to-
morrow, but if Miss Percival would only excuse
me from reading it before all the girls.”

“Perhaps she will, Ally, but you ought not to
KEEPING A JOURNAL 137

be so shy. I’ve no idea what to put down, but
Clara must tell me as usual.” Annie Lee always
depended on her more thoughtful sister; a very
bad habit their mother said.

And every one of these seven girls, and many
of the younger ones, talked over the new rule to
their mothers and elder sisters, and wondered or
murmured at it.

However, there is a charm in a new blank book,
with its bright marble paper covers, and fair
leaves, that every school girl acknowledges ; and
when they were comparing them the next day,
our seven young ladies began to feel a sense of
dignity and importance, quite new. The books
were as various as the characters of their owners.
Mary Barker, whose father was the richest man
in town, had one bound in crimson morocco, with
MS. in large letters on the back. While Alice
Leslie had only a thick writing book. The Les-
lies were obliged to be very economical ; there was
a large family of which Alice was the eldest, and
her mother was always ill.

The younger girls watched our journalists, as
they flourished about these mysterious volumes,

and took new pens for their first essay, until one
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188 THE CHILD'S FANCY. |

and all began to think it must be a very fine thing
to keep a journal.

PRA

CHAPTER II.

You may be sure there was a great deal of
interest manifested when the school was called
together before dismissal that evening.

The young journalists, (being the oldest class)
occupied the front seats, and sat there trembling
at heart, yet to all appearance very bold, and as
far as two of them were concerned, self-satisfied.

Mary Barker glanced with great complacency
at the beautiful cover and gilt lettering of the
volume which she held, and made signs to Julia
Abbott to notice that Alice Leslie’s was the shab-
biest in the class. This was done with a con-
temptuous and very disagreeable expression of
face, which Miss Percival remarked.

“You must remember,” said she, looking in
quite another direction, “ that it is not the bind-
ing but the contents, that makes it truly valuable.
But as we are always apt to judge from appear-
ances, we will see if lam right. Miss Barker has
KEEPING A JOURNAL. 189

certainly the prettiest book in the class. She may
read her journal for the day.”

This was quite unexpected, for Alice Leslie sat
at the head; and Mary commenced making ex-
cuses for not wishing to read first—and at last
opened the volume angrily, and hurried through
half a page, badly written and badly spelled.
We shall give it to you, just as it was:

‘‘When I eat my breakfast this morning, I
asked my father for some muney to buy a journal
book, and he said I might go to Mr. Westcott’s
and choose the hansomest one I could find, and it
mite be charged to him. As my father is a rich
man he could afford it. I found when I got to
school it was the hansomest one there. We had
lemon pudding for dinner, which I like very much,
though Clara Lane says they never get it at
home, and I came to school in the afternoon, but
nothing of importance occurred.”

Miss Percival could scarcely suppress a smile at
this truly characteristic composition, betraying,
as it did, the distinguishing traits of the author-
ess. Pride of wealth and love of eating, two most
vulgar and disagreeable things. The Lanes did
not hesitate to laugh, for they did not like Mary,
140 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

knowing her to be ignorant and conceited. Julia
Abbot’s turn came next.

She positively refused to read at all at first ;
and when she commenced, it was in such a low,
mumbling tone, that the little girls could not un-
derstand her at all.

“JT don’t see what Miss Percival wants us to
write a journal for, or how we girls are going to.
do it. Iam determined to write just as little as I
can always, and I don’t care if she knows it. I
got up late this morning, and every thing has
gone wrong all day. I shall be glad for my part,
when I don’t have to go to school any longer.”

Miss Clarkson looked indignant at this truly
impertinent entry, but Miss Percival said in her
usual mild away—

“ You will learn my reasons for asking you to
keep a journal at the close of the term, if you do
not discover them before. Iam sorry to see that
you are determined to make yourself unhappy
about it; but perhaps if you rise earlier to mor-
row, things will go more pleasantly with you.
Commence the day badly, and it is almost impos-
sible to succeed in any of its duties. Laura, are
you ready ?”

Julia looked as sulky as possible, and Laura,
KEEPING A JOURNAL 141

looking around with a triumphant air, commenc-
ed:

“T shall not write a journal of to-day, but of
yesterday, because I have concluded to attend to
this duty the first thing after prayers in the morn-
ing. As yesterday was a half holiday, and the
afternoon was delightful, I concluded to take a
walk, towards dark, and Mary Burrows and I
went to the burying ground. It looked beauti-
fully calm in the sunset, with the wind sighing
among the trees, and I felt quite like writing as I
sat by the grave of little Margaret Blake. I
composed quite a long piece, but as I did not
have a paper and pencil to write it off, I can only
remember the last verse:

Why should we weep
For those that sleep
Beneath the quiet sod ;
Tis but their ashes
Reposes here,
They have found to Heaven the road.”

Now this was by no means a fair sample of
Laura’s poetical productions, but she evidently
seemed to think it was worth preservation, and
was very angry when she found a note on her
142 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

desk the next morning, and discovered its con-
tents to be the following :

“ Why should we weep
For those that creep
In the dirty, filthy mud ;
We know in the rain
They'll come clean again,
And be cleansed in a second flood.”

She always attributed the authorship of this
parody, which was certainly quite as lame as the
original, and not a little ill-natured, to Clara
Lane, though it was never acknowledged by her.
Ella Seott-was really very much embarrassed.
But with Miss Percival’s encouraging smiles, she
read quite faintly the following entry :

**T came to school yesterday, and was very
glad to see all the girls. I went down in the
Parlor and practised my new scales. In the
evening Ann Smith and I practised a duet? we
are going to sing at Fanny’s music party. Iread
some in the Arabian Nights afterwards, and got
frightened by a large bat that flew into the room.
When I went to bed I tried on my new dress—it
set perfect.”

Some of the girls were inclined to laugh again,
KEEPING A JOURNAL 143

but Clara Lane had commenced, and they all
turned towards her.

““Miss Percival has requested us to keep a
journal, but I hardly know how to commence it.
If she would read us an old one of her own, I
think we could get along better. Sister says we
must write what we do, not what we think, but I
had rather write what I think. I have been won-
dering what Miss Percival has asked us to keep
a journal for, but I suppose she has some good
reason—she always has. I must now go to my
Geography class, as I see the girls getting their
maps ready.”

“Sister” looked quizzically enough when her
name was read, but gave her opinion for herself,
as follows:

“Clara says she is going to write what she
thinks. Very well: Inever think, at least mamma
says so, so I must tell Miss Percival and the girls
in the first place that we were late at breakfast
this morning, and lost papa’s kiss in consequence.
That’s what made my coffee so bitter Iknow. I
practised only half an hour, and Mr. Blanchard
looked blue when he gave me my music lesson.
I tried to draw a map afterwards, but found I had
left string and chalk at home, and my blackboard
144 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

was ever 80 dirty. There goes the bell for ‘ Wil-
lard’—and [I must stop.”

And so the little mad-cap looked to Alice Les-
lie and bowed, as much as to say—‘‘ come, Miss !
it’s your turn.”

“T have so little time out of school,” read
Alice, “ that I have to be very industrious to get
a few minutes for this new plan of Miss Perci-
val’s. I was up by five, and after we all had our
bath, I brushed Lewis’s hair, and braided Jennie’s,
and then sat down and hemmed some towels for
mother. After breakfast I helped her with the
dishes, and then as she had given me three cents
a piece for the three towels, I went to Mr. West-
cott’s and bought a blank book. I like to earn
things, I enjoy them so much more. I knew
most of my lessons in school, and I am writing
now in recess, while the rest are jumping rope in
the yard.”

When the girls were putting on their bonnets
in the dressing room, the journals were of course
the topic of conversation.

‘Mary Barker did not see Alice talking with
KEEPING A JOURNAL. 145 ©

Miss Percival in the alcove, and began to ridicule
her journal.

‘“‘T should think she would be ashamed to tell
people how poor they are,” she said to Julia —
“ Thank goodness, I don’t have to earn a shilling
writing book by hemming coarse towels.”

Miss Percival saw the tears come to the eyes of
her little companion at this rude speech.

‘“‘ Mary,” said she, stepping suddenly forward,
“the towels were not coarser than the feelings
which prompted you to say that ; and be assured,
until you have conquered them, your father’s
wealth will not save you from dislike and mortifi.
cation. Alice has shown that she is not only a
good daughter, but she has found the true secret
of contentment—industry, and pleasure in life’s
humblest duties well performed.”

Mary said not a word, but colored and looked
very uncomfortable as she left the room. Miss
Percival kissed the grateful little Alice, and bade
them all “ good by.”’

In our next and last chapter, we shall discover
the reasons for “ Miss Percival’s. new rule.”

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146 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

CHAPTER IIL.

I find I have already gone beyond the space
allotted to me for this little tale, and in conclu-
sion I can only give two specimens from the jour-
nals that were read on the last evening of the
term. Miss Percival had requested the young
ladies to give what they by this time, had disco-
vered, or imagined her reasons to be, for wishing
them to keep a journal.

I have chosen that Alice Leslie and Mary Bar-
ker should give you their thoughts, and you can
judge for yourselves what changes in the charac-
ter, as well as the style of these young people,
had taken place.

“T took tea at Mrs. Barker’s last evening,”
read Alice, “and Clara came in to study our
French with us. When we were through with
‘ Ollendorf,’ we began to discuss Miss Percival’s
rule, and we came to the conclusion that it was
principally to accustom us to writing frequently,
and in a natural style. I can see that it is much
easier for me to write a letter now, than it was at
KEEPING A JOURNAL. 147

the first of the term. I sit down and tell my
correspondent what I am doing and thinking,
just as if I was writing a journal. Besides, it is
very pleasant to have such a record of school days
to look back upon, and it will be a great deal nicer
when we are grown up and our class separated.
I think I shall always keep a journal, even if it is
not required of me. Mary—we all love her so
much now—thought of another reason, but I be-
lieve she is going to tell that herself. I think our
class has improved more this term than ever be-
fore, and I feel almost sorry it has come to a
close.”

‘* Well, Mary,” said Miss Percival, smiling, as
if she was much pleased with what Alice had
written, ‘let us have your reason.”

“Tknow what Alice thinks, is right; but I see
another reason yet; at least I think Ido. It
makes us see our faults and bad habits more
plainly when we put them down on paper, and
then we are more anxious to correct them. I
shouldn’t have known so many of mine at any
rate. I thank Miss Percival very much for her
new rule—and still more for the reproof she gave
me the first evening we read—for if it had not
been for that I should not have seen how good
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and kind Alice was ; and apologized for my rude-
ness, and made such excellent friends with her, as
we have been ever since, and I hope we ever
shall be. I think one reason we all got along so
well this term; is because we were friends with
each other, and lost no time in disputing, and in
being jealous and cross. I hope we shall do bet-
ter still, after vacation, and I hope Julia Abbott
will be back again then.”

“ Indeed, young ladies,” said Miss Percival, in
her pleasantest manner, when one and another
had given their opinions, (most of them coincided
with what Alice and Mary had written,) “ you
have shown more penetration than I gave you
credit for, and the journals you have read to night
are proofs that I was not mistaken in what I
hoped would be the result of my plan. Mary has,
perhaps, made more progress than any of you,
for she not only writes much better than she did,
but she has succeeded in correcting some very
disagreeable faults. If you only knew how happy
this improvement in all of you had made Miss
Clarkson and myself, you would feel rewarded for
all the pains you have taken.”
KEEPING A JOURNAL 149

“If Julia Abbott does come back,”’ said Clara
' Lane to Alice, as they gathered up their books
after school was dismissed, “‘I hope and trust
Mary won’t have anything to do with her. I do
believe she put her up to a great many disagree-
able things.”’

“JT never was so glad of anything in my life,”
joined in Laura Mitchell, ‘‘as when her aunt
sent for her to go to New York. She always
spoiled every thing.” ;

“ Hush, girls,” said Alice; ‘ ‘Speak no ill of
the absent’ was the topic of my last examination,
and I must practise as well as preach. Julia had
some faults, so have J, and so have all of us; but
she wasn’t the worst girl that ever lived. How-
ever, I must say that we got along better this
term than we ever did before. Don’t you think
so, Miss Percival ?”’

“T not only think so, but say so,”’ answered
their teacher ; ‘and we must all try to improve
still more after the next vacation.” .

She kissed them all fondly at parting, and the
school room was left to solitude and darkness
until the new term should commence.
LITTLE NELL EVERWISH.
BY MABELLE.

«« Waar a beautiful doll has that proud Ida May,”
Said Nell Everwish to her mamma one day,

«Tt has hair like my own sewed on to its head,
Which is put up in papers when doll goes to bed.

«Then its eyes are so black and will shut when asleep,
And then they will open, and merrily peep

At strangers, until she’s no longer afraid

When they’ll open as wide as mine,” Nelly said.

«Ida made it a dress of bright yellow lawn,

And for winter a cloak that will keep Dolly warm.
A bonnet with feathers and pretty green shoes ;
Oh! of all Ida’s toys the doll I would choose.
LITTLE NELL EVERWISH. 151

‘(Tam tired of my toys, I have read all I could
Of «Lucy at Play,’ and the ‘ Babes in the Wood,’
I’ve wanted a toy for one week or two,

You'll buy me a doll, now dear mamma, do.”

Then spake her kind mother, who never denied

One wish of her child that should be gratified,

“Tf a doll brings content you should have it with
pleasure,

But a toy would ne’er purchase so priceless a treasure.

« You are never contented,—not e’en for an hour,
The ‘ honey-bee’ flying from flower to flower,
Like it, you appear to be chasing forever,

Some phantom-like charm, yet reaching it never.

‘« The doll you shall have, yet oh! my dear child,
When you pray to be kept obedient and mild,

And when you have finished the sweet evening song,
May a prayer for contentment thy vigils prolong.”
THE FANCY BALL.

BY GELLE,.

“May I go to Marian Morton’s party, dear
mother?” said a little girl of eight years of age
to Mrs. Somers, as she laid a pretty envelope on
the work table before her, “I long to go for it
will be a fancy fete and I shall wear a costume.”

“We shall see, Harriet,’’ said her mother,
smiling and patting her cheek. ‘‘ Get your books,
and let your lessons be attended to as usual, and
then we will talk this matter over together. I
think my little girl can be patient until that time,
can she not?”

“‘T’ll try, mother,” was the reply, and though
THE FANCY BALL. 153

visions of beautiful dresses, bright faces, and tow-
ers of bonbons often interrupted her thoughts,
Harriet persevered till she drove them out of her
head to make room for the geography before her.
She recited it word for word, wrote her French
theme, practised her music, and had her sums
ready for her father.

“‘ Now, mother, I have finished,” said she, seat-
ing herself at her side. ‘May I talk about the
party ?”

Her mother kissed her fondly, for Harriet cer-
tainly deserved approbation after her obedience
and cheerfulness. These were her peculiar vir-
tues; her faults were excessive vanity and a love
of dress, with which she had to struggle as her
parents were not wealthy, and lived only in a
plain, respectable way. They could not afford to
send her to school, and her mother became her
teacher ; but Harriet, instead of rejoicing at this,
mourned over it, and longed to be in a noisy room
filled with girls, whose acquaintance she thought
would make her perfectly happy. You will see,
my dear little readers, how mistaken she was in
her ideas of what makes perfect happiness.

Her mother had to reflect some time before she
determined on @ costume for Harriet, who had a

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154 THE CHILD’S FANCY,

book of beautiful prints, and was entreating to
be a marchioness of the olden time, with hoops
and powdered hair, like the one before her. But
that was too expensive, mamma thought; it re-
quired silk too costly for the shirt, and the aid of
a mantuamaker and a coiffeuse.

‘“ Then let me be a dancing girl, mother ?”’ ” oried
Harriet. “Oh! this is such a lovely one, here,”
and she turned over page after page. Alas! this
too was a costly dress, and could not be hers.—
Mrs. Somers sighed as she saw her little daugh-
ter’s grief at so small a disappointment, and spoke
to her in a@ grave serious manner. ‘“ Harriet,”
said she, ‘‘I am sorry to see that the prospect of
a gay scene makes you unhappy. Did you not
know, my child, that in the event of your being
asked to a party like this, you would be obliged to
dress plainly. I have no superfluous money to
spend on fancy costumes for you; and to pur-
chase materials for the ones you wish would dress
you for six months. Will you trust to my taste,
and let me arrange a pretty and becoming one
for you?’ Harriet had to say yes, but she cried
bitterly, and wondered why she could not be as
rich as Marian Morton, and give beautiful balls
for children.—‘“‘ How happy she must be,” thought
THE FANCY BALL. 155

she, ‘how meanly they will all think of me when
they see me looking so shabby! No one will no-
tice me.”

But Mrs. Somers did not intend that her child
should be otherwise than well dressed, and Har-
riet little knew the injustice she did in thought to
this kind mother. The evening came, and with a
sorrowful face she went up to dress. What was
her delight to behold on the bed a perfect pea-
sant’s costume, such as she had often admired in
prints. She kissed her mother with tearful eyes,
and sat down to have her long hair plaited down
her back. This done, her little straw hat was
fastened on with its gay ribbons, and became her
round, rosy face very much. A crimson skirt,
trimmed around with rows of blue, a white mus-
lin chemisette, gathered at the throat with a rib-
bon, underneath her black velvet boddice, laced
with silver, made Harriet’s little figure look as it
had never done before. Her queer muslin apron,
trimmed like her dress, was pinned on ; her small
black satin slippers, laced with red and blue; her
mittens drawn over the round white arm of which
she was foolishly vain, because some one had ad-
mired it the previous summer, and the little lady
was ready. Her father kissed her and could not
156 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

help calling her pretty. Her mother turned her
around once more to see that all was right, and
Harriet tripped off with the servant to the house
of Marian Morton. As she walked along she
hoped within herself that no one would discover
her dress was not allnew. The skirt belonged
to her merino, the chemisette was one of her mo-
ther’s drawn to fit her; the boddice was once a
cape, and was hunted out of the rag carpet and
well cleaned. ‘The straw hat was baby’s, and the
shoes had been worn; but all looked new and
fresh to Biddy, who admired her greatly before
they set out, and Harriet was quite sure of her
costume when she entered the hall. How her
heart beat as she threw off her shawl and took
Marian’s hand to go down among the crowd of
gaily dressed, merry looking children below!
How many beautiful costumes there were! Har-
riet began to think her’s shabby, till a lady near
put her hand on her shoulder and said, “ What
pretty little peasant girl is this?’ Marian gent-
ly pushed her on, whispering, “ that is mamma,”
and then, “mamma,” this is Harriet Somers.
“Don’t you remember I told you about our meet-
ing at Rowena Hall’s one evening ?”—And Har-
riet thought Mrs. Morton a kind, sweet lady, as
THE FANCY BALL. 157

in her soft, musical voice, she inquired after her
mother, and giving her a kiss sent her on with
Marian to make more acquaintances. As they
passed on some of the girls cried out, ‘Oh, here
sheis! Marian let us see your dress!” And they
gathered around the beautiful little Greek girl to
admire her costly costume. Harriet had not no-
ticed it particularly, there were so many to at-
tract her attention; but now she looked at the
white satin petticoat, crimson velvet tunic, fitting
so prettily on her slender figure ; the jewelled cap,
the tiny sandals, whose ribbons crossed her ancles,
“ Oh,” thought she, ‘‘ how very happy Marian is,
to dress this way. How Ishould like to be in her
place, and give this party!’ And a feeling of
envy entered her heart, and marred for a while
her pleasure. But the music began, and a hand-
some little Italian bandit, with corked mustachios,
came and asked her to dance. She enjoyed her-
self, for she was quite a belle among them all; but
still Marian seemed the most admired, and Har-
riet could not feel satisfied with having only a part
of the triumph, she wanted it all. In vain she re-
membered her mother’s gentle lessons upon the
insufficiency of worldly things for happiness—
their uselessness beyond the grave: in vain
158 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

Marian offered her the delicacies that were
constantly coming round, and pressed her so
sweetly to dance the polka with her brother ;
Harriet still felt envious, and knew that a black
spot was in her heart. But supper came, and the
sight of the beautiful table—the temple of crys-
tallized fruit on a rock of nougat—the pyramids of
cakes, ices, and bonbons, dissipated her sorrow.
She was well served, and when Biddy came for
her she thought it too soon to go home, though it
was really very late. She kept Biddy awake a
long time to tell her about the beautiful party,
and at length fell asleep to dream it over again.
The next morning at breakfast Harriet’s little
tongue rattled on and never stopped, until her
father and mother were au fait to the costumes,
dances, and the acquaintances she made. After
she was alone with her mother she confessed the
naughty feelings that had arisen and triumphed
in her little breast —Mrs. Somers took her on her
knee. ‘Had you forgotten that virtue which is
taught us so beautifully in the life of our blessed
Redeemer, my child? The virtue of humility ?”’
Harriet listened humbly, but the bell rang and
Biddy came up pale, and her eyes filled with
tears. She could not speak at first, but a strange
THE FANCY BALL. 159

servant came behind her and looked as though
she had been weeping. Marian Morton, the sweet,
gentle Marian, was dead! A few hours after her
little guests had left she was seized with an attack
of the cholera, and died at four in the morning!
Her mother was wild with grief and gave a fran-
tic order that all the poor child’s companions
should be called upon to follow her to the grave.

That afternoon Harriet stood by the coffin of
the lovely child. There she lay, pale and cold,
and so changed. Her beautiful costume formed
part of her shroud, for beneath the white muslin
robe shone the satin skirt; while beside the white
coffin lid, with its crown of pale rosebuds, were
folded the tunic and the cap, ready to be placed
within, where, as the wretched mother said, she
might never see them again. Oh, how vain were
all the pleasures of the past evening to Harriet as
she looked at the lifeless form, the tears rolling
like rain over her face! Those stiffened limbs !
How lightly they had bounded in, the dance, and
now! ‘Those little hands that had pressed her
so warmly. They were now clasped together and
a white jessamine placed within them, to wither
like herself. Poor little Marian.

They all came, and followed her to the grave,
160 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

wherein each cast fresh flowers as the coffin was
lowered. Silently they moved away, many weep-
ing, many with sorrowful looks, but they dared
not speak, it seemed so awful, so sudden!

Once Harriet went to see Marian’s mother, and
when she saw the pale, sad lady, in her deep
mourning, she burst into tears. Mrs. Morton was
much affected and kissed her tenderly.

“Now come here, Harriet,” she said, drawing
the little girl to her, “you remember that night,
my child? That dreadful night?” Harriet
pressed her hand, she could not speak. You did
not not know it, my love, but I watched you then,
for I liked your looks, and heard you exclaim to
some one, ‘Oh! if I were only in Marian’s place!
To be so rich, and wear such beautiful clothes !’’
——Harriet hid her face, she remembered it well,
and Mrs. Morton continued, ‘“‘ Now you see, my
child the uselessness of all these things to give
happiness. My Marian had all that wealth can
give, and she isin the grave. I have it still, and
oh, my child! it seems a mockery to my bursting
heart. How much better off are you than I,
Harriet! Never forget how vain such wishes are,
and how sinful, my child! Never forget to be
thankful to God, that yon are left to bless your
THE FANCY BALL. 161

mother. Now here is something that belonged
to Marian, and you must wear it for her sake.—
Come often to see me, and you will give me as
great a pleasure as [ can now have.” So saying
Mrs. Morton clasped a little gold band around
Harriet’s wrist, and, blessing her, sent her away.
Harriet was a frequent visitor there, and found
much to love in poor Marian’s mother. She
learned to be satisfied with her lot in life, and
when the old ugly feelings of envy returned, she
conquered them bravely as she remembered the
gay ball and its mournful end.

Notre From Cousin ALiceE.—I must tell you
dear children, that the story you have just read is
founded on fact. It was written by a dear friend
of mine, while many were dying daily of the cho-
lera, in New Orleans, where her house is. It has
asad and sorrowful end, but the lesson it teaches
is true. Weareall too apt to forget, in the midst
of this world’s gayest pleasures, that we may enter
another world ere the sun goes down. Do not let
it sadden you, but remember that Death is ever
near us, and we ought to be ready at any time to
leave this earth.

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CARRY, AND THE DOG ARGUS.

BY MAREIE.

Y ARRY is a great little teaze.
Almost every day she comes
with such a pleading look,
and, “Cousin Marie, if you'll
just tell me a story now, I’ i
not ask you any more.”
And the next time she will
bring a flower, or some little
cift, ne then she knows ‘I will tell her a story.
Sometimes Maggie comes with her sweet little
quict face, anda kiss for Cousin Marie, and I
often tell her a pretty tale. But Maggie 1 a
timid little thing, and never asks for anything ;
Carry is always the pleader.


CARBY AND THE DOG. 163

One day I was sitting so cosily in the large |
arm-chair; there was a bright fire blazing on the
hearth, and I was half dreaming, when in came
Carry. She had a cluster of white bells in her
hand; “I have brought them for you, Cousin
Marie,” she said. ‘And where did you find
them?” Tasked; for I had looked all through
the garden, and on every plant, but there was not
a single flower. ‘Charlie has been to Mr.
White’s,” she answered, “and Nellie gave them
to him, and I begged him for them, to give to
you.” They were delicate, pretty things, and
their fragrance filled the room.

“Now what must I give you for these, Carry ?”
said I.

“Pell me a story,” Carry replied.

“T have told you almost all the stories I know,
Carry, but come, get up in the big chair,” ‘twas
plenty large for us both, “and I will tell you
something about yourself.”

“When you were a very little girl, only a little
laby, your father had a great Newfoundland dog,
his name was Argus. And he used to play with
you, and watch by your cradle while you slept.
Many a time I have seen papa put you in a bas-
164 THE CHILD’S FANCY.

ket and Argus would take the basket in his mouth
and carry you around the room.

“Once your nurse had seated you upon the steps
and left you; Argus was as usual seated by your
side. You crept to the edge, and had almost fal-
len over, when Argus caught you by your dress
and drew you safely back again. If you had fal-
len, you would have been very much hurt.

“ One night mamma had put you to bed; you
were lying snugly in your little cradle-bed, and
sleeping peacefully, and quietly. Charlie lay in
the crib by the bedside; he had been sick, and
wanted water in the night, so mamma got up to
get it for him. While she was up she saw the
room was full of smoke, she opened the door and
the passage was all on fire !

“Her screams waked up all the household and
servants, and all ran out of doors to save them-
selves. Mamma took Charlie in her arms and
ran through the flaming passage and down the
stairs, then she gave him to one of the servants
who stood in the garden, then, through all the
fire, she went again up stairs to bring you down.

‘The cradle was empty—you were not there.—
She went through all the rooms up stairs, and
down stairs, but she could not find her bahe. At
CARRY AND THE DOG, 165

last she went intoa little room below the nursery.
It was summer time, and the window had been
left open; in the open window stood Argus, hold-
ing you in his mouth, by your dress. The bed-
room was closed; he had taken you from your
cradle, and passed through the bed-room and
nursery until he found an open window.

“There he had stationed himself, ready to spring
to the ground and save you thus. Your mother
took you from him, and carried you to a place of
safety, and Argus followed, wagging his tail, and
seeming so glad and joyful.

‘“‘ Argus had been a great favorite before, but now
he was loved by the whole household almost as
well as if he was a human being.

“Do you remember Argus, Carry ?”’

“Yes, indeed, Cousin Marie ; and I remember
how we all cried when poor Argus died. He is
buried in the garden, and green sods are all over |
his grave. But, Cousin Marie, no one ever told
me before that Argus saved my life. Why did
they not tell me ?”

“T do not know, Carry; but I have told you
now, and don’t you wish that Argus was alive
now ?”
166 THE CHILD'S FANCY.

“Indeed I do; I should love him very much.
And I don’t think I should be afraid of him, Cou.
sin Marie, because he was such a good dog,”
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least actions, and rendering its professors more disposed to make
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humble manner, attempting to prove how much real joy there is
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BEAUTIES FROM THE GERMAN POETS.

SCHILLER’S SONG OF THE BELL,

AND OTHER POEMS FROM

GREAT GERMAN POETS.

TRANSLATED BY

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SKETCHES IN PROSE AND VERSE,
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Beautifully printed, with a portrait on steel of the
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ANNALS OF PENNSYLVANIA

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1609 to 1682.
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BY MISS LAMBERT.

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CONTENTS.—History of the Art of Needlework.—History and
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sides numerous other receipts and 140 illustrations, it contains

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THE HISTORY

OF

LITTLE }A0 K.

BY THOMAS DAY,

AUTHOR OF ‘SANDFORD AND MERTON,” ETO.

With four colored Engravings. Square 16mo, Cloth.

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This story shows how a little boy, poor and without
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indomitable perseverance and strict integrity was he enabled
to overcome the numerous obstacles which would necessarily
be in his path. The charming style in which the author of
“Sanford and Merton” writes will be sufficient to induce its
perusal. Parents could not give their children a better lesson
than is contained in poor Jack’s example.

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THE ENTERTAINING NATURALIST.

@r Stories and Anecdotes

OF ANIMALS AND BIRDS.

TO ENCOURAGE A TASTE FOR NATURAL HISTORY IN
YOUNG PEOPLE.

With seventy-five Engravings, accurately drawn and colored
after Nature, or with the Engravings plain.
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An entertaining volume of Natural History has long been
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and not as pleasant books of reading, from which to gain en-
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To supply this want, this very pretty volume has been pre-
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while at the same time they give the most peculiar trait of
each object described. The information has been gleaned
from the works of Wilson, Nuttall, Audubon, Goldsmith,
Buffon, and those of other eminent Naturalists: it is there-
fore accurate. Parents who wish to place in their children’s
hands a volume for pleasure and profit combined, could not
find a more suitable one.

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NEW MORAL TALES FOR YOUTH.

THE

CITY CLERK AND HIS SISTER;
WITH OTHER STORIES,

BY CATHARINE M. SEDGWICK,
AUTHOR OF “HOME,” “POOR RICH MAN,” ‘ HOPE LESLIE,” ETC.

WITH FOUR FINE ENGRAVINGS.

Square 16mo, half Cloth, or with the Engravings colored,
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the old father, and his daughter Ruth, are extremely well drawn,
and there is something very touching in her earnest devotion.”—
Neal’s Gazette.

“Who that has read ‘Home,’ ‘ Means and Ends,’ ‘ Poor Rich Man
and Rich Poor Man,’ &c., by Miss Sedgwick, will not desire to have
these new Tales from her agreeable pen? We venture to say that
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character and fate of ‘The City Clerk,’ and his sister, and will re-
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story. ‘Life is Sweet,’ is one of the most beautiful essays that has
been written, and will tend to make every one more patient with
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Like all of Miss Sedgwick’s writings, these T'ales inculcate excellent
principles, and should be in the hands of every youth.”— Pennsylvania
Inquirer.

“'This little work, with several engravings, is well worthy of the
neat form in which it is issued. It illustrates the value of honesty,
and the worth of innocence, and conveys a most excellent moral.”—
Boston Evening Gazette.

“ Miss Sedgwick's stories are always interesting, and serve to en-
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supper after all the troubles are over, is very natural and affecting.”
— Boston Daily Advertiser.

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THE CHILD’S FANCY;

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EDITED BY COUSIN ALICE.

AUTHOR OF ‘“‘ HELEN MORTON’S TRIAL,” ‘‘ PIOTURES FROM
THE BIBLE,” ETC.

With twelve beautiful colored Engravings. One Volume, Royal 16mo.
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Cousin Alice’s friends have busily employed their pens in writing
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The most charming collection of Poems which has been published
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Without the unmeaning jingle which so many of the rhymes for
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We predict great popularity for these poems, and think it will be the
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AN EXCELLENT VOLUME FOR THE FAMILY FIRESIDE.

CHRISTMAS AT OLD COURT,

A FIRESIDE BOOK.

BY REV. CHARLES B. TAYLER,

AUTHOR OF “ MAY YOU LIKE IT,” “LADY MARY,” “THANK-
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some tale, interesting not only from its incidents, but from its excel-
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“Mr. Tayler writes in a natural, easy style, and presents human
life in a variety of new phases; but all are so very life-like—so true
to nature—that the attention is at once arrested.

“*Christmas at Old Court’ contains several different sketches or
tales, each one of which is designed to illustrate some peculiar trait
of character; and that which adds to the excellency of the work is
the fact that the whole of it is pervaded by a decidedly religious
tone.

‘It is intended ‘for young grown-up persons,’ and in our view it is
happily adapted for the purpose. We do not propose at this time to
speak of the good or bad effects of religious novels as such— much
may be said on both sides of the question—but we do believe that
young persons ought to have the Truth presented to them in an at-
tractive form, and in a winning style. As a living divine of high
literary eminence has well said,‘ The period of youth is a world in
itself, with its own laws, its own hopes, its own plans, its own
pastimes, its own joys and sorrows: a world as distinct as is that of
full-grown men, and substantially the same in every one — and the
laws which govern it are as worthy of study as those which control
empires.’ We therefore highly approve of all such works as adapt
themselves to the peculiar temperament of the young—and we would
place in their hands at this critical period of their lives, only such
works us we are certain can impart no erroneous views of morals or
society.”—Germantown Telegraph.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.

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NEW STORIES TO MAKE ALL CHILDREN BETTER.

Che Power of Kindurss,
AND OTHER STORIES,

BY MRS. L. MARIA CHILD,
AUTHOR OF ‘‘ FLOWERS FOR CHILDREN,” ‘‘ LETTERS
FROM NEW YORK,” ETC.

WITH FOUR FINE ENGRAVINGS.

Square 16mo, half Cloth; or, with the Engravings colored,
Cloth, gilt.

“We need offer no praiseworthy remark in alluding to this
little volume. Mrs. Child never usees her pen but for some
good motive, and has never written a line unworthy her high
reputation.”— Boston Evening Gazette.

“Two of Mrs. Child’s best Tales. They are charming pro-
ductions, which youth as well as maturity may read with
equal pleasure and profit.”—Evening Bulletin.

“Put together in that lively and attractive form which is
sure to grow up beneath the hand of Mrs. Child.”—Commer- ,
cial Advertiser.

“There is a fresh and loveable heartiness in this book ;
there is music in it; it is full of humanity, and benevolence,
and noble affection. It is the free, unrestrained outpourings
of the enlightened heart of a poet, an artist, and a woman.”
— Tribune.

‘‘¢ The Power of Kindness’ points its moral in the very title.
As an illustration of overcoming evil with good, it could not
be better. Mrs. Child always writes with a consciousness of

the trust which she holds in her noble talent, which is never
perverted to frivolity.”—Neal’s Gazette.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.

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EXCELLENT SUNDAY READING FOR CHILDREN.

PICTURES FROM THE BIBLE.

BY COUSIN ALICE.

WITH EIGHTEEN FINE ENGRAVINGS PLAIN OR RICHLY
COLORED.

Second Edition just ready. Also a Cheaper Edition,
without Plates.

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An extract from the note of introduction to her little friends, Madge
and Annie, will explain, better than any thing else, Mrs. Neai’s in-
tention in this prettily bound and illustrated volume, uniform in size
and style with “ Helen Mortoun’s Trial.”

“T noticed that many of my young friends seemed to think Sunday
a very tiresome day; su I thought [ would try to interest those who
call me ‘Cousin Alice’ in some of the beautiful stories we find in the
New Testament, that thus they might wish te read it for themselves,
as a pleasure rather than a task. I found a portfolio of pictures, the
very thing for my purpose, and these have been engraved, and are
bound up in this volume to illustrate the stories. You will find that
in the first place, they make a complete narrative of the principal
events in the life of our Saviour. Then there is a history of what
his disciples did after he left them; and so you will see how the
Christian Church—which now has so many thousand members in
every part of the world—was first formed.”

“ Sunday, to the great majority of young children, is what is called
a dull day, for being usually restrained’ in their boisterous mirth, and
giving up their plays on that day, going to church and reading re-
ligious books, is not the most agreeable duty. The object of Mrs.
Neal’s new book is to make them not only like it, but long for it. This
she does by taking up the portfolio coutaining the eighteen Scripture
prints, describing each subject, and relating the narrative of events
connected with it. It is done in so winning and attractive a manuer,
as will be certain to make her book and its subjects welcome tu every
young child. We are sure every parent will be delighted to be able
to put such an excellent book in their hands. As good as ‘ Helen
Morton’s Trial’ is, this will be considered better; we therefore cor-
dially recommend all who have that, to purchase this new volume.”
—Evening Bulletin.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.


THE FUNNIEST BOOK CHILDREN EVER SAW.

SLOVENLY PETER,

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PLEASANT STORIES AND FUNNY PICTURES.
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.

LARGE 470, EVERY PAGE ILLUSTRATED, PLAIN OR COLORED.

This charming little book, full of funny pictures and very enter-
taining poetry, is the best book of the kind to place in children’s
hands; for in addition to its certainty of pleasing and amusing them,
it will profitably instruct them. From the story of “ Slovenly Peter,”
they will learn neatness ; the story of “Naughty Frederick ” will
teach them the fully and wickedness of being cruel; the story of _
“The Wild Huntsman” shows how wrong it is to be lazy ; they will
all certainly try to be obedient to their parents after reading the very
sad story of “ Pauline and the Match Box ;” “The Black Boys” will
prevent them from despising their neighbors; and all the other
stories are in like manner written with the view of instilling, through
a pleasing medium, some good principle.

In Germany this little book has been the household volume for
many years, where it has gone through over a hundred editions; it
is somewhat similar to “ The Picture and Verse Book,” translated by
Mary Howitt, but much more attractive to young people ; indeed, to
other folks also,

The designs to the poems are so exceedingly droll, that children
are irresistibly attracted to the book, and without being tiresomely
obtrusive or too didactic, they imbibe the good lessons it teches them
almost insensibly. Parents who have given it to their little folks,
tell us that they read it with great avidity, commit the easy verses
to memory, and say, “ Mamma, J won’t cry when you wash me, for
J don’t want to be dirty like Slovenly Peter;” and use other such
expressions, showing that it is just the book to please them, and so
teach them good principles and virtues in the right way. The sale
of it, for a juvenile book, has been very extraordinary, but not
greater than it deserves. It is rapidly taking the place of “ Mother
Goose, “ Mother Bunch,” and all that tribe.

Eight thousand copies have been scattered throughout the land,
delighting every family it has entered.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.




THE SLOVENLY PETER SERIES—NUMBER TWO.

YOUNG TROUBLESOME;

OR

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FROM THE BLESSED MOMENT OF HIS LEAVING a
SCHOOL TO THE IDENTICAL MOMENT OF Mh |
HIS GOING BACK AGAIN, SHOWING
HOW THERE NEVER WAS SUCH
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which “Slovenly Peter” was the first, and which it is very aS |
much like in its general character, although the designs are FAS}
drawn in a different spirit of humor. This should be the aa
next book to place in children’s hands after “Slovenly )
Peter,” to which many persons prefer it. it
The story shows how Master Jacky spent his Christmas aN
Holydays at home, let loose from boarding school; how he "
played soldier, made the miller and his men, gave a parting
speech at dinner-table, and many other things which will
delight every little boy.

“A series of capital prints of playing ball in the parlor, Nal (apes
riding down the bannisters, teasing his sister, blowing up the
housekeeper’s room, with a variety of other accomplishments
and performances too provoking to mention. The book is in ia th
the same style as “Slovenly Peter,” and the letter-press
poetical descriptions, from the pen of one of our best contri-
butors. Nearly half the first edition vanished from the |
publisher’s counters on Christmas week.”—Neal’s Gazette.




SLOVENLY PETER SERIES——-NUMBER FOUR.

SLOVENLY KATE,

AND OTHER

PLEASING STORIES AND FUNNY PICTURES.
FROM THE GERMAN OF TH. HOSEMANN.

Every Page beautifully illustrated, plain or colored.

Large 4to.

This is another new volume of the series of funniest books for
children ever published. The designs are more finished and artistic
than in the others, and have quite as much humor. It contains the

oe stories of
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SLOVENLY KATE, PRYING WILL,
ENVIOUS TOM, CHARLEY THE STORY-
NED THE TOYBREAKER, TELLER,

SAMMY SWEET-TOOTH, HEADSTRONG NANCY,
SCREAMING ANNIE, AND

TELL-TALE JENNY, UNTIDY TOM,

From which titles parents may get some idea ot the excellent lessons
inculcated through a most amusing medium. The great fault of the
majority of the books written for children is that all the little heroes
and heroines of the different stories are made to appear so good, that
children hopelessly feel they never can imitate them and be as good
as they are, and they therefore do not try to be. Again, children
need strong contrasts and vivid appeals to their imaginations; if by
placing before them true pictures of their actual every-day life, and
showing them how disagreeable to others and how foolish it is to be
naughty, the silent conviction thus forced upon their minds acts upon
some of their best motives, and induces them to exert a laudable
ambition which, in their moments of self-trial, will generally over-
come the bad feelings consequent upon their fault or an undue ex-
ercise of temper.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.


SLOVENLY PETER SERIES—-NUMBER THREE.

SIMPLE HANS,

AND OTHER

PLEASING STORIES AND FUNNY PICTURES.
TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN.
EVERY PAGE ILLUSTRATED.

Complete in one Volume, large 4to, plain or colored.

Hurrah children! here’s a new book like “Slovenly Peter”! This
news will gladden thousands of girls and boys who have got all the
stories in “ Peter” and ‘“ Master Jacky” by heart. Simple Hans is
also translated from the German, and has just as funny pictures, and
teaches as excellent lessons. It contains the stories of

SIMPLE HANS, IDLE FRITZ,
HEEDLESS HUGO, LITTLE JACOB,
SLOVENLY BETSY, CRUEL PAUL,

and numerous others of similar character.

This Slovenly Peter series is intended for quite young children.
The period of childhood is one in which the reason and feelings are
acted upon more by objects and lessons which are striking, and cap-
tivate the fancy, and afford some amusement, than by more profound
instruction. Thus achild full of innocent mirth and gayety receives
one of these books from a parent or friend; immediately he is struck
by the funny and entirely novel style of the engravings — here his
fancy is captivated. Anxious to know more of thera, he reads, or
has read to him the stories; these are so easy to comprehend, be-
cause they are every-day scenes, and so amusing, that they are in-
sensibly impressed upon his memory. With the stories he imbibes
the best kind of principles, which, from their associations with his
own habits and plays, sink deeply in his mind, and he thus learns
and tries to shun the naughty ways of the heroes of the stories —
here his mental and moral system is improved. Such is the testi-
mony of hundreds of persons who have placed the volumes of this
series in their children’s hands; those who have not yet done so, we
advise to try them.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.


ENTERTAINING AND IMPROVING FAMILY READING.

CRANMER,
HIS LIFE AND TIMES.

BY THE AUTHOR OF

“ LUTHER AND HIS TIMES,” “ LIVES OF THE OLD PAINTERS,”
“ THREE EXPERIMEN'SS OF LIVING,”

ONE VOLUME, 16M0, ELEGANTLY PRINTED.

This is a companion and succeeding volume to that delight-
ful piece of biography—“ Luther and his Times;” with which,
and “ The Old Painters,” it is printed and bound uniformly,
making three volumes of the most entertajning historical
reading with which we are acquainted. The author possesses
an easy, flowing style, and a thorough knowledge of her sub-
ject, has studied her characters deeply, and presents them
impartially to her readers: the volumes, while containing a
vast fund of information not only upon her heroes but upon
their times, is not encumbered with useless notes and refer-
ences. Thus her graceful style, united with the great interest
which is always felt in the deeds of great men, invests each
volume with all the charms of an historical romance. Never,
we venture to say, has that trite saying, “as interesting as a
novel,” been applied with more justice than to these volumes;
for here are the recitals of the actions of living characters,
the plots and counterplots of evil men. The loveliness of
the heroines is equal to that so often vividly portrayed in
romance, and, above all, the narratives are of real persons,
who we know have lived and acted their destiny and left their
impress upon future generations. Cranmer began, and partly
carried out in England those glorious principles of the Re-
formation which Luther had commenced in Germany. He
lived during the whole of the reign of Henry VIII. and Ed-
ward VI., two, perhaps, of the most interesting and import-
ant in the history of England—of which this volume gives
one of the clearest and best accounts we have ever read.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.

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A COMPANION TO D’AUBIGNE’S HISTORY.

LUTHER,
HIS LIFE AND TIMES.

BY THE AUTHOR OF

*“CRANMER AND HIS TIMES,” “THE OLD PAINTERS,”
“THREE EXPERIMENTS OF LIVING,” &c.

One Volume, 16mo, elegantly printed.

The era of the Reformation, that great period when man
began to throw off the shackles which had so long enslaved
his mental system, is looked back to with feelings of joy by
every Christian denomination. Amid all the lesser lights
which illumined the dawn of reason, Martin Luther stands
forth in his own greatness. To sketch the life of such a man,
one whose influence is felt even to our own day, and to give
a faithful picture of those turbulent and distracted times,
requires great knowledge of the subject and a vigorous pen:
such it may be truly said has the author of this deeply in-
teresting work.

It is full of instructive and heart-stirring incident, by the
hand ofa master. We incline to think that there never was
before so much said about the great Reformation in so short
a@ space; so much to the purpose; with so much impartiality,
and in such a style as just suits those for whom it is designed
—the “two millions” of young persons in the United States;
who ought to be supplied with such works as these, that they
may turn from the world of romance to that of reality, and
learn that what is and has been is as brilliant in character,
as glorious in description, and as captivating in detail as that
with which the genius of fiction has invested its most popu-
lar romances.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.


A CHARMING VOLUME OF UNIVERSAL INTEREST.

THE OLD PAINTERS;

HISTORICAL SKETCHES OF THEIR LIVES AND TIMES,

BY THE AUTHOR OF

“LUTHER AND HIS TIMES,” “ CRANMER AND HIS TIMES,”
“THREE EXPERIMENTS OF LIVING,” &c.

One Volume, 16mo, elegantly printed on the finest Paper.

WITH PORTRAITS.

Anecdotes of the lives of men of genius are always interesting.
How then must this volume teem with interest, when the sketches
of such men as Raphael, Michael Angelo, Salvator Rosa, Rubens,
Vandyke, the Caracci, Titian, and others, are treated with the mas-
terly pen of the author of “ Luther” and Cranmer’! United with
a graceful fancy, a happy power of combination and grouping, and a
rare talent for displaying, in tne best light, the peculiar character-
istics of each of her subjects, the author possesses a brilliant power
of description which is seldom excelled. No one, we think, will lay
down this volume without a sigh that there is not more of it. In our
day, when the arts are advancing with such rapid strides, and it be-
hoves every one to have some knowledge of the great Masters and
their peculiarities of style, this work will prove of great use to them ;
while to the lover of biography it will be an acceptable treat. Such
works as this, and the others by the same author, should be placed
in the hands of the young, to incite them to emulate the worthy
deeds and noble thoughts of great men.

The author seems gifted with that peculiar faculty, possessed by
so few, of holding communion with, and drawing out ardent imagi-
nation and budding genius, and, at the same time, of directing both
into the great channel of truth. The labors of such are productive
of incalculable good.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.


A

PRIMER

OF

READING, SPELLING,

AND

DRAWING;

BY

MRS. HORACE MANN.

THIRD THOUSAND, REVISED,

PHILADELPHIA:
WILLIS P. HAZARD, 178, CHESNUT STREET.
BOSTON:

B. B. MUSSEY & CO., 29, CORNAILL, AND
E. P. PRHABODY, 13, WEST ST.

1851.
PREFACE

TO THE SECOND EDITION.

Tarts little Primer has been prepared to make the otherwise
irksome and difficult task of teaching children to read at once
delightful to the child and easy to the teacher. Since the
publication of the first edition, the method of teaching chil-
dren by whole words, before they are required to learn the
letters, has become so well known as to supersede either a
description of its manner or an enumeration of its benefits.
Every intelligent child on arriving at a school-going age, has
the deepest interest in a great number of the objects with
which nature and art have surrounded him, and with the names
of which he is familiar. The presentation of the names of
these objects, by reviving the idea of them in his mind,
affords pleasure. In a delighted state of the mind all impres-
sions become deeper, and the memory of them will be retained
longer. On the other hand, the stark and senseless row of
alphabetic letters can afford no pleasure whatever. They
excite no idea. They awaken no recollection of any pleasing
object ever before seen, and give no promise of any delight
ever afterwards to be conferred. They are neither beauty to
the eye, nor music to the car, nor sense to the understanding.
Not only so, but the alphabetic names of the letters are so
different from their powers; that is, the sounds which a child
is taught to give to the characters of the alphabet, when taken
singly, are so different from the sounds given to the same
letters when combincd in words, that, in a vast majority of
cases, the original sound of the letter is lost sight of when it

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appears as part of a word. Ifa word be analyzed into its
elementary sounds, the names of the letters of the alphabet
which compose the same word do not reappear. Teaching the
alphabet first, therefore, and in the common way, only disquali-
fies the child for the correct pronunciation of the great propor-
tion of the words of our language; and the more perfectly the
alphabet is learned, the more is the child disqualified for the
next step in his progress. The more readily the sound of every
letter rises to o child’s mind when looking at it im a word, the
more will he be disposed to pronounce the word in the way
that custom calls wrong; the more flatly, to his mind, will the
teacher contradict what he had taught him before. Take the
word hoop, for instance. The child has learned to call the
letters which compose it thus: aitch, 6, 6, pee. But in the
word hoop, the aitch is lost in an aspirate, or rough breathing,
the too long oos are condensed into a single sound wholly
unlike the originals, and the alphabetic p, in which there is
the long vowel sound of e in addition to its own, is now
expressed by the mere puff of breath which is caused by closing
the lips, filling the mouth with compressed air, and then sud-
denly reopening them. Thus the child, after having been care-
fully taught to call certain letters aitch-o-o-pee, is now taught
to call the same letters hoop. The same result will be found
to be true in regard to a vast majority of the words in the En-
glish language. When these words are analyzed into their
elementary sounds, they utterly disown and belie the sounds
which children were taught to give to the same letters in the
alphabet. According to the ordinary method, therefore, as
soon as a child passes from letters to words he is required to
give new sounds to the old letters; and if ho remembers tho
names of the old letters, and reproduces them, he is corrected.
This renders learning not only difficult, but disgusting. It
alienates the child from study instead of attracting him to it.
It makes play more delightful than books, because play is
conversant with real things, while books, when uscd in such a
way, are lifeless and repulsive. They are not mere impedi-
ments to progress, but causes of bad mental habits. To obviate
difficultics so serious, and escape influcnces so pernicious, the
method has been devised of teaching words first ; — familiar
and expressive words, and such as excite pleasing images in
PREFACE TO THE SEVOND EDITION. v

the mind of the child. So useful, so valuable, — not only for
the time being, but for all after-life,—is the power of exciting
an interest in study, and a love of knowledge in the mind of
the young, that it may almost be reduced to an axiom, that
that teacher is the best, who, by legitimate means, can most
promptly and efficiently cultivate the love of study and increase
the zest of acquisition. The power to excite a love of learning
is teaching and discipline combined.

As some distinguished teachers have desired an illustration
of what is known in Boston and its vicinity as Dr. Kraitser’s
method of sounding the letters of the English alphabet, and
as this method falls in with my own and may be adopted in
connection with it, I have prefixed a few pages of words in
strict accordance with his plan, and as exemplifications of it.

According to Dr. Kraitser, the true sounds of our vowels, as
in the Italian language, are the following :

a as in past and part ;

e as in pet;

iand y as in pit and mystic ;

o as in postpone, and

tas in full.
He sounds ¢ and g hard, and h as an aspirate only, when these
letters are named.

After the child has learned to read at sight a few of the
lessons on the first seventeen pages of this Primer, the teacher
may find that he is not only able to analyse these words into
their elementary sounds, but that he will be pleased with doing
it. The teacher will also find that the process of decom-
pounding and recompounding the words may be performed
without in any instance contradicting or modifying the instruc-
tion previously given. That is, the child may break up any
whole word contained in the first seventeen pages into its ele-
mentary sounds, and he will invariably find that the sound of
the word is but the putting together and quick uttering of the
sounds of the letters composing it; or he may sound each letter
in each word in their order and separately, and he will then
find that the rapid enunciation of the same sounds will form
the word in which they are found. Here, then, in the first
steps which the child takes, there will be no contradiction, no

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inconsistency. The whole will be but a synthesis of the parts,
and the parts but an analysis of the whole. As in arithmetic,
the pupil will always find that ten units make one ten, and ten
tens a hundred; and that a hundred is always resolvable into
ten tens, and one ten into ten units; so here he will find that
the sounds which he has been taught to give to the letters do
make the word which they compose ; and that the sound of the
word may be divided or resolved into the sounds of the letters
that make it.

Another advantage which the friends of this system regard
as very important, is the following : The original sounds attached
by Dr. Kraitser to the English vowels are the exact sounds
which those letters have in most of the European languages.
Any child, therefore, who has learned those sounds, and whose
organs have been trained from childhood to their utterance,
will learn the true sounds of any European language with far
greater ease and correctness than if he had been taught the
English alphabet according to the common method. This
arrangement addresses itself to all those whose children may
hereafter desire to learn a European language ; and what parent
can say that any child of his may not desire such an attain-
ment?

As a spelling-book to follow this Primer, I would commend
“The First Nursery Book ;” a work prepared on the plan of
Dr. Kraitser, in which every word is pronounced according
to the alphabetic sound of the letters.

MARY MANN.
West Newron, 1851.
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A PRIMER
Hradving, Spelling, oud Droming,

WITH ENGRAVED EXAMPLES.
BY MRS. HORACE MANN.
Third thousand, revised. 12mo, half-bound.

This little Primer has been prepared to make the otherwise irk-
some and difficult task of teaching children to read at once, delight-
ful to the child and easy to the teacher. Since the publication of
the first edition, the method of teaching children by whole words
before they are required to learn the letters, has become so well
known as to supersede either a description of its manner or an enu-
meration of its benefits. Every intelligent child on arriving at a
school- going age, has the deepest interest in a great number of ob-
jects with which nature and art have surrounded him, and with the
names of which he is familiar. The peccontentes of the names of
these objects, by reviving the idea of them in his mind, affords plea-
sure. Ina delighted state of mind, all impressions become deeper,
and the memory of them will be retained longer. On the other hand,
the stark and senseless row of alphabetic letters can afford no plea-
sure whatever. They excite no idea. They awaken no reflection
of od pleasing object ever before seen. and give no promise of any
delight ever afterwards to be conferred. hey are neither beauty
to the eye, nor music to the ear, nor sense to the understanding.

Not only so, but the alphabetic names of the letters are so different
from their powers ; that is, the sounds which a child is taught to give
to the characters of the alphabet, when taken singly, are so different
from the sounds given to the same letters when combined in words,
that, in a vast majority of cases, the original sound of the letter is
lost sight of when it appears as part of a word. Teaching the alpha-
bet first, therefore, and in the common way, only disqualifies the
child for the correct pronunciation of the great proportion of the
words in our language; and the more perfectly the alphabet is
learned, the more is the child disqualified for the next step in his
progress. The more rapidly the sound of every letter rises to a
child’s mind when looking at it in a word, the more will he be dis-
posed to pronounce the word in the way that custom calls wrong ;
the more flatly, to his mind, will the teacher contradict what he had
taught him before. This renders learning not only difficult, but
disgusting.” —Preface.

An examination of the book itself, and a further perusal of the
anthor’s preface, will convince every unbiassed mind, that in this
volume are combined several new and most valuable principles
which need only to be tested to be much liked. The previous edi-
tions were introduced into many schools and families, and highly
recommended by many teachers and committees ; the present one
is much improved. ee

Teachers supplied with copies for examination, and they are earn-
nestly requested to call and procure one.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.

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NOTICES OF
Mrs. Mann’s Primer of Reading, Spelling, and Drawing.

“We find this book on our table—much the best book to
teach a child to read that we ever saw, evidently prepared by
the best sort of a teacher—a mother. To instructors this
book will prove a great help; and though it would seem more
difficult for a small child to bolt whole words at a swallow,
instead of at first nursing them upon single letters, yet we
have been assured by perfectly unprejudiced persons, who
have tried both methods, that the children learn by this Ger-
man method—which is in some sense a phonetic method—
much more pleasantly and rapidly than by the alphabet drill.
The reason, too, is obvious enough: a simple word means
something, and the child knows what it means, and is inte-
rested init. A letter not only means nothing at all, and is
to the child a mere abstraction, exciting no interest, and in-
comprehensible, but the name by which the letter is called
(w, double-you, and y, wy, for instance,) is so unlike the
sound given it in a word, that with half the time and pains de-
voted to the alphabet, the child actually does learn to read by
this method. So why not begin at once? We don’t care so
much about the teachers— but why torture the children?

‘““Then the copies for drawing — how they interest a little
child! You can hardly keep a child from pencil and paper,
or from slate and pencil, if they are in anywise accessible.
We fear that few appreciate how much and how well their
minds are expanded by these exercises of draughting and
construction. And yet they are suffered generally to pick
these things up by accident, and, in spite of the system of
education enforced upon them, rather than to be properly
trained in what is really intellectual exertion of a high and
useful order. Besides, it is a branch of physical education,
giving a proper command of the muscles of the hand, and
teaching to write as well as to draw; and moreover it can be
taught quietly in a school, without any expensive appara-
tus.”— Boston Commonwealth.

Published by WILLIS P. HAZARD, Philadelphia.


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