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Mirth and joy

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Title:
Mirth and joy a picture story-book for little readers
Creator:
J. D., fl. 1894 ( Author, Primary )
S. W. Partridge & Co. (London, England) ( Publisher )
James Walker & Co
Place of Publication:
London
Publisher:
S.W. Partridge & Co.
Publication Date:
Language:
English
Physical Description:
72 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 22 cm.

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Play -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children -- Pictorial works -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1894 ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1894 ( lcsh )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1894 ( rbgenr )
Baldwin -- 1894
Genre:
Children's stories
Children's poetry
Publishers' advertisements ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Netherlands
Ireland -- Dublin
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )

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General Note:
Undated. Date from BLC.
General Note:
"Cover printed in Holland"
General Note:
In prose and verse.
General Note:
Color illustrations printed by James Walker & Co., Dublin.
General Note:
Publisher's advertisements on endpapers.
General Note:
Baldwin Library copy lacks frontispiece.
Statement of Responsibility:
by J.D.

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A MISCHIEVOUS PAIR.

(See Frontispiece.)

ITTLE Miss Dulcie Arnold had
been called out of the play-room
to see a lady friend of her mother’s.
At the time she was called out she was
arranging her dollie’s cradle, as it was
near dollie’s hour for rest. Annabelle May, for such
was dollie’s grand name, lay by the side of her cradle,
waiting to be undressed of all her smart clothes. Just
as Dulcie had left the room, her two kittens, Muff and
Poll, came scampering in, full of fun and ready for
any kind of mischief. Their sharp eyes soon spied out
dollie’s cradle, and both seemed to think that it would
make a capital place to romp in. No sooner had the
thought entered their pretty heads than they were in
the cradle, and for the next ten minutes played to their
hearts’ content in dollie’s soft bed. But hark! Foot-
steps were heard. Someone was coming along the
passage! It must be their mistress, Dulcie. So u
they sat and watched. It was Dulcie, and when she
saw those two mischievous pussies, trying to look very
innocent, sitting in her dollie’s cradle, she came across
the room to scold them. They knew — naughty
pussies—that they had been doing wrong, so did not
wait for the scolding from their little mistress, but
dashed pell mell down the stairs, where, doubtless,
they will get into further mischief.








: hots UNDER THE TREE.

us |JHREE little maidens sat under a sturdy tree
ieee in the garden. They were talking eagerly
« and quickly about something which was no
doubt of great importance—at all events
fl to them! ‘Their mamma’s birthday was
~ coming on in a few days, and they had to decide
what to present to her as a token of their love.

““] think, “says Edith the eldest, “‘that the best
thing we can buy her is a handbag. You know the
one she is using is getting old.”

But the other two did not think that their mamma
was in need of a new handbag just at present, and as
they were to share the cost between them, each of
course had a voice in the selection. Ruth was in
favour of buying a canary and cage, for she knew
what love her mamma had for the bright feathered
songsters ; while Ida, who was the youngest of the trio,
and quiet and thoughtful beyond her years, pleaded
for the money to be spent in a portrait-group of them-
selves, on opal, with a deep plush frame. She felt
sure that their dear mamma would be delighted with
it, “ because,” Ida said, “she will forget what we were
like as little girls, and the portrait will remind her.”
Was there not, too, a vacant spot on the what-not in
the drawing-room, where it could stand in full view ?

Nurse, coming up to the group under the tree at

































UNDER THE TREE,

this moment, was asked to say which of the three sug-
gestions she thought best, and after a short time voted
for the photo and frame. Thus the matter was settled.



10

NEDDY’S “DADA.”

At a |

F you will refer to your map of
England, and look to the right, or
eastern side of it, you will notice a
stretch of sea which is called the North
Sea, or German Ocean. This is well
known for its fisheries, and large catches
of fish are made from its waters. The fisher-
men, who earn their daily bread by catching
and sending the fish into our harbours, are
out at sea for days together, especially when
the weather is stormy 5 so when they come
home they greatly enjoy their short rest.

The sturdy-looking fisherman in our picture
is one of these North Sea toilers, and having
seen his vessel safely into harbour, is at liberty
for a short time. Just now, he is on the end of the
quay amusing his wee son. Neddy is peeping through
his “ dada’s” long telescope, and watching the ships as
they sail past. “Dada” has to hold the telescope to
Neddy’s eye, for it is much too heavy for his small
arms, This stalwart man is very proud of his curly-
headed boy, and when he is on land seldom goes out
without him. And Neddy thinks there is no one to
compare with his father, and every night the baby lips

lisp a prayer for his safe keeping on the great and
stormy sea.











































































































































































































































































































































































































‘WATCHING THE SHIPS AS THEY SAIL PAST.



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SAM’S: RESCUE.



: 22} ERBERT MOORE and Stella his sister
4+ were on their way home, after having
_— been for a very pleasant walk, Their
_ way lay, for some distance, by the side
- of the pretty stream Flowby, which in
f- some parts was many feet deep, while at
PAR others the water only just covered the
smooth pebbles that lined its bed. _The brother and
sister had just stopped to listen to the joyous song of
a lark, which was soaring higher and higher into the
fleecy clouds, when the sound of a loud sp/ash reached
their ears, followed by smothered cries for help. They
both turned their heads to the place from whence the
sound seemed to come, and listened intently. There
it was again, “Help! help!” Near at hand was an
opening, which led down to the waters edge, and
without waiting any longer they rushed through the
bushes and gained the stream’s bank. What they saw
startled them, for there, struggling in the water, was
one of Herbert’s mates, Sam Wilcox! Luckily for
Sam, there lay on the stones a long bough which had
evidently been broken from a tree, and Herbert caught
this up, and passed it to the now drowning boy.
Sam had strength enough to grasp it, and, with Stella’s
aid Herbert drew him safely out of the water.

When Sam was sufficiently recovered, he told his
friends he had been trying to get a bird’s nest, but.






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My PIGEON s:

Beauty, Blossom, Silver, Snow,

Closer come, I love you so;

Here’s your breakfast, do not fear—
Don’t you know me, Daisy dear? —
Brighteyes, come, and Pearl and Spray,
Now I want my Gem and Ray, -

This is breakfast-time, you know,

Say ‘“ Good-morning,” cooing low.

Beauty sits upon my hand—
Sweetest bird in all the land!
Blossom takes a bath you see,
Such a dainty bird is he.
Always, when I’m drawing near,
Pearl and Spray my footsteps hear ;
Softly then they coo and call,
Bringing home my pigeons all.
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A SQUIRREL HUNT.
“Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe, ripe I cry,
Full and fair ones, come out and buy!”

“TOUR youthful voices were singing this sweet
; part-song as the owners of the voices forced
. their way through the thick foliage of Coombe
ay Wood. The noble trees rose high above them,
Bit. the wide-spreading branches almost hiding the
beautiful blue sky from their view. As they passed
under the boughs of a beech, they heard a rustle
amongst the leaves, and stopping to peer up, they saw —
a little brown squirrel hopping merrily from bough
to bough, and seeming so full of life and happiness.

“Oh, George!” exclaimed Winnie, who was the
youngest of the party, “ what a pretty pet he looks !
Do try and catch him for me!” George was a good
climber, and almost as quickly as I can tell you, he
was half-way up the beech, the others watching his
movements from below, and shouting out every now
and then the whereabouts of the squirrel. What a
dance the little brown fellow led him! George
climbed to nearly every bough in that old beech, and
just when his hopes of reaching the animal were
highest, Master Squirrel would give a quick hop, and
was quite out of reach again.

“Tt’s no use,” he said at last, as he leaned down
from a fork in the tree, “Il shall shave to ive 4t

























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nimble for
me! He’s
hopped to
the topmost branch
now. Winnie was at
first disappointed
at George's
failure, but
afterwards
thought how
much hap-
ket etiure
squirrel was
in his native
home than
in a cage ;
and she was
glad = then
that her friend
George had
not been able
to catch the
pretty animal.























“HE LEANED DOWN FROM THE TREE,”



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A FRIEND IN NEED.

, S quarrelsome as sparrows.” Have you ever
- heard this expression used? And do you
think there is any truth in the charge? Iam
afraid there is, and that sometimes sparrows
RK are cruel as well as quarrelsome. The poor

little sparrow in our picture has by some mis-
chance lost the sight of both eyes. Well, you know
that a bird without sight stands but a poor chance of
gaining a livelihood for itself; for how can it find the
worms and insects, which form part of its food, and are
so sweet to its taste, without sharp eyes? Of course
it would quickly starve! So the relatives of this poor
blind sparrow in our picture, knowing he was quite
unable to feed and take care of himself, set upon him,
and would no doubt have pecked him to death had not
the kindly old hen come to his assistance, and given
him shelter from his enemies under her wing.

It was useless for the wicked sparrows to wait until
their blind brother was without the protecting wing
of “Biddy,” the hen, for she continued to care for
her “‘ baby,” until one morning she woke up to find it
lying dead by her side. If we might judge by the
mournful way in which she “cluck! clucked” as she
_walked round and round the wee body, her grief was
intense. Does not this set us an example of loving
care to those in distress ?







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“YE HAVE DONE IT UNTO ME.”

Ni i OW cold it was! The wind sighed and
; moaned through the bare branches of the
= ! trees, and blew so keenly that even the
school-children were glad to hurry home.
- Two children, a girl and a boy, were

walking through the village. Very cold and
miserable they looked. Their ragged gar-
&\ ments were too thin to keep their chilled
u! bodies warm. Their only parent, their mother,
“had just died, and they were on their way
to their grandfather, who lived in the next village, and
whose home they were to share. ‘The old man was
unable to fetch them; work had been very scarce,
and as he had now been offered a regular job, he
could not afford to leave it. So the orphan child-
ren had been obliged to walk the distance alone.
They were now very tired and hungry, and sat down
on the doorstep of a cottage to rest for a few moments.
Mrs. Dyson had seen them pass the window, and.
noticed their famished looks, so opening the door she
invited them into her warm kitchen. When she
heard their sad story, her motherly heart throbbed with
pity. She gave them each a large cup of steaming hot
cocoa, and cut bountiful slices from a loaf of bread
for them to eat on their journey. When they left
the cottage, they felt much warmer, and were more
cheerful than they had been since their mother’s death..





















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“CUT BOUNTIFUL SLICES FROM A LOAF OF BREAD.”





CARELESS CONNY.

ee ERE we go round the mulberry bush and all

fall down!” Thus sang the merry children as
with hands joined they danced round the tree. One
of their number, Conny Alton, the eldest of them all,
was—shall I say it?—~zoo fond of play. Only that
morning her mother had begged her to be sure and
watch that the water in the saucepan, which contained
the potatoes for dinner, did not boil over on to her



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bright fireplace, as she had duties to perform elsewhere.
Just as soon as the busy mother went out of the
kitchen, all thoughts of boiling water and clean fire-

places passed out of Conny’s head;
_, and remembering that she had
left her story-book in the
summer-house the previous
evening, out she went to
that peaceful spot, and was
soon stretched
on the seat poring
OVieL tine

book.

















When
Conny’s
mother SP
came again into
the kitchen, she
found the water bub-
bling over the sides of
the saucepan, and the newly polished stove in a sad mess. —

Oh, poor mother ! Oh, careless, thoughtless Conny !



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THREE HAPPY LADS.





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@ Wid famous bare-back rider!” And Jack
§ 33 (> Mead galloped swiftly by his two mates,
PG who were shouting and waving their

hats in the air. The three lads had done some little
service for Farmer Jackson, and in return the good-
natured farmer had given them permission to go into
the field at the foot of the farm and enjoy themselves.
He was aware that Snowball, his favourite young pony, —
was browsing there, but imagined that as his harness
was hanging in the stable, the boys would not attempt
to mount him. Yet they did! It was Will Hunt’s
idea, and he scrambled upon Snowball’s back almost
before his mates could offer any objection. Then,
the ball having been set rolling, Jim Mason wanted
a ride, and after he had scampered round the field once
or twice, he got off to let Jack Mead have a turn.
By this time Snowball had entered fully into the fun,
and the way his sturdy legs flew into the air as he
galloped round the field, made the two other boys
think that Jack would every moment be thrown over
the pony’s head. Jack, however, held on to Snowball’s
shagey mane, and clung to his plump sides. As he
passed the top of the field, he saw the burly form of
the farmer, who shook his fist at the boy ; but as Jack
observed a merry twinkle in the farmer’s eye, he was
not greatly afraid !









































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“yi! HI! CLEAR THE ROAD!”



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» HELPING GRANNY.

~ SHE two children in our picture are
brother and sister, and are named Jehu
and Harriet Hunt. They live with
their parents in a village called Wotton-_
under-Edge, but which for shortness is
known as Wotton. What a pretty spot
it is! It is surrounded by high hills,

whose topmost points seem almost to touch the

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Sy clouds, and whose grassy slopes are covered
iy

2 with fragrant wild flowers. The streets of

4 Wotton are long and straggling, with many
an old-fashioned house, whose over-hanging eaves, and
diamond-paned windows look very picturesque. In
one of these houses live the parents of our two young
friends. Their father is a shoemaker, but as the
inhabitants are few in number, I am afraid he has
difficulties at times in making both ends meet. But
they are a happy family, loving each other fondly ;
and, when love is an inmate of a house, the trials of
life are not nearly so hard to bear. Think of this,
then, little readers, when you see your parents borne
down with worry and anxiety, and speak and act so
as to comfort them, and thus help to smooth down the
rough edges of life. 7 .

Fach week the grandmother of Jehu and Harriet
comes to Wotton for her supply of groceries and







JAMES WALKER & C9 DUBLIN.

GRANNIES LITTLE HELPERS.







29

vegetables. The old dame lives at a little place,
Sinwell by name, which is just outside Wotton; and as
she finds that she is not now strong enough to carry all
her parcels, Jehu and his sister share the burden with
her. They are very proud of walking with her, for all
the villagers respect the good old lady, who is ever ready
with her sympathy and aid in times of sickness.

When they arrive at granny’s cottage, Jehu and
Harriet play until tea-time in a wood which is at the
back of the house. ‘This wood has many attractions
for them, for in it are rabbits, birds, and squirrels;
while there is no place around where such large wood-
nuts are to be found. When tea-time comes granny
calls them in, and as a special treat in return for their
kindness in helping to carry her parcels she gives them
buttered ‘ batch-cakes” for tea. Do you know what
‘“‘batch-cakes” are? They are very small, flat loaves,
baked in batches of perhaps twelve ; and when they are
toasted, and nice country butter is spread upon them,
they are very sweet and tasty,—at least, so think these
two young folks, who, every Saturday, hail with delight
the appearance of their granny, for they know it means
a “nice talk” on the way and batch-cakes for tea!





30
THE TRUANT BALL,

Mees OOR Nellie! She was in such trouble !
oe She had been playing on the beach nearly
w all the morning, and just as it was reaching
the hour for her to return home to dinner
this trouble came. It was in this way. She
48% had said to herself, ‘ Five minutes more play, and I
will go home.” She was amusing herself by tossing
her ball into the air, and catching it. But as she did
this a gust of wind carried it out to sea. What was
she to do? ‘The tears ran down her brown cheeks as
she saw her beautiful plaything gradually floating
. further out of reach.

A nurse girl and a young lad who were passing by
stopped to enquire the cause of Nellie’s grief. Nellie
pointed a wet finger to the floating ball, and the tears
trickled down her cheeks afresh. ‘ Don’t cry, little
girl,” said the kind lad, “I will soon get it for you
with my shrimping net.” It did not take him long to
thrust off his boots and stockings, and turning up his
knickerbockers he waded into the sea. The sea was
deeper here than he thought, and just as he had drawn
in the ball a wave broke over some rocks near by, and
gave him a wetting. He did not mind, but laughed.
merrily as he placed Nellie’s toy in her hands, and her
face now bore a happy smile as she gazed at the treasure
she had given up as lost.




























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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A WILLING HELPER.



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“< HAT is the matter,

little boy?” The
enquirer turned a pair of
kindly-looking eyes upon
the unhappy lad who sat
on the top of his basket
rubbing away the tears
with his coat sleeve. The

lad replied that he had

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ine a long distance, and that

$*" he was so tired, and his
arms ached so much, that

he could go no further with it. “Oh, come, don’t give

up. Let me help you,”
said =the —littlen seucls
“Many hands make
light work.” Grasping
each a handle of the
basket the two were
quickly on the move,
chatting to each other
in mirthful tones.

But the basket beside
being heavy was also
very dirty, and by the

time this willing helper





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had seen the tired boy well on his way, her pretty new
blouse was soiled almost beyond cleaning. Her mother,
to whom she afterwards explained how the damage was
done, said she was very glad her little daughter had been
able to help the lad in his trouble; “although,” she
added with a smile, “my purse would have to be large
indeed if you met boys with dirty baskets every day!”









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THE AFTERNOON DRIVE.



SS OM, the coachman, who lives in the
square,

Is driving his ladies’ carriage and
jones

For the doctor has ordered the
ladies to drive

Out in the park, and return home by five!

There is Lady Jane and sweet Countess May,

Who sits at the back with her parasol gay,

For the sun is hot; and how can they tell

How long they may wait for their friend Mistress
Bell 2

Who lives in a house named Dollie’s Hall,

And may not be ready when for her they call.

Now, drive on, Tom, with your carriage and pair,

To let the young ladies enjoy the fresh air!

Try to prevent the carriage from rumbling,

And also keep your horses from stumbling,

As our Lady Jane and the Countess fair

Are very proud of their carriage and pair!

























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































36
THE PEACE-OFFERING,

ERHAPS many of my young readers are
not aware that years ago Wales was |
a separate country, and had its own
rulers, and government, and laws. But
such was the case. Wales was governed
by chiefs who each had charge of a
certain tract of country; and over these chiefs was a
prince. In those days the kings of England wanted
to conquer Wales, and join that country to their own.
So they went to war with the chiefs, and little by
little they won portions of the land. Although Eng-
land was a more powerful country, Wales was not
easily conquered. The war was continued until King
Edward I. began to reign, and this king formed a
plan whereby he might make loyal subjects of the
Welsh by /ove. His little son had just been born in
Carnarvon, and one day he drew the old chiefs
together, and presented this baby son to them as their
ruler, naming him the Prince of Wales.. The brave
old chiefs were much touched by this peace-oftering,
and accepted the baby boy as their head, their own
chief, Prince Llewellyn, having been killed in battle.
Thus peace was formed, and since that time ‘gallant
little Wales,” as it is sometimes called, has been ruled
by an English sovereign, and the first-born of this
ruler takes the title of the Prince of Wales,











THE PEACE OFFERING,

Mirth and Joy. 1D






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“gw. *THE MAY QUEEN.

MERRY party of boys and girls were out

in the lanes gathering the sweet-scented
y May-blossom. ‘They were five in number, and
seach being armed with knife or scissors, they
managed to gather quite a large quantity—
: sufficient they thought for their purpose. And
what was their purpose? Why, the May was to be sent,
with other contributions, to cheer the little sufferers in
a Cottage Hospital near at hand! Do you not think
this a worthy place for the sweet flowers to fill?

One of the gatherers was a little girl of seven, with
long nut-brown hair, which hung in pretty ringlets
all over her forehead. Queen Bess, for so she was
called at home, was a great favourite with her friends 3
most of whom dearly loved the little girl for her
gentle and affectionate bearing towards others. If any
of her school-friends were in difficulties about. their
lessons, Bess would be the first to go to their aid,
while many times she had kissed the tears away from
a poor little troubled face.

When the party were ready to return homeward,
Minna, the eldest girl of the party, who had been
learning by heart Tennyson’s “ Queen of the May,”
proposed that they should choose a Queen, and carry
her home under the May wreath which they had made.
The idea was received with shouts of pleasure, and
Queen Bess was at once chosen to be May Queen.



Very bright and pretty she looked,
as, with the floral spray above her
bonny brown head, she was carried

on high by Harold and Minna.

So they carried her along,

With a merry jest and song;

For their Queen looked blithe and gay,
With her canopy of May!

“THEIR QUEEN LOOKED BLITHE AND GAY.”





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JAN’S PAPER BOAT.




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HE young lad in our picture, who is
q standing straddle-legged across the

little stream which is running in front
of the houses, is a native of Holland;
in fact, he is a Dutch boy, and his name
is Jan. He is supposed to be helping
his father to mend the plaster facing
of the house, some of which, through the heavy rains,
has fallen away. But instead of looking after his
father’s needs by handing up his tools to him, and
taking them from him when no longer required, he
has become greatly interested in a paper boat, which is
making a voyage down the stream. Jan has run ona
short distance, and, standing over the water with legs
wide apart, is waiting for the paper boat to pass under
the “bridge” which he has made of himself. He is
singing a little Dutch song, which in English means:

Sail on, sail on, past wharf and quay,

Down to the rolling Zuyder Zee.

He looks a strange little figure to English eyes, does
he not? What a clatter he must make in the house
with his wooden shoes! I wonder whether your
mother would like a few such boys running about er
house with shoes like his? Cannot you imagine her
putting her hands up to her ears and saying, ‘¢ Oh,

dear! oh, dear! what a noise and din!”











































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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“JAN



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LITTLE FISHERS,








not be late.



23, “ [)ING-Donc |

2 school bell was saying, and Hubert
Denning hurried along the road with
slate under his arm so that he should

ding-dong,” the

Before he reached the

school door a lad passed who was evi-
dently out on a fishing excursion, for he

carried a satchel, a tin-can, and a
3 Ss long rod across his shoulder. The
=="—=> angler smiled proudly at Hubert as

he passed, and his air plainly said, “ Don’t you wish

ou were coming fishing with me, eh?”
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School hours were over.

telling his young brother
Martin about the boy he
had met on his way, pro-
posed that they should play
at being fishermen. It was
arranged that Hubert was
to handle the rod while his
brother was to be the fish
and swim on the play-room
floor. What do you think
they used as “ bait’? A
pin-cushion in the shape of

Hubert
had reached home again, and, in









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a crab, which they had bought for their mother on
their last seaside holiday, served well for this. Hubert
mounted a high chair, and, with a long stick as a rod,
to which was hanging a piece of twine with the pin-
cushion crab at the end, the game commenced. He
had not long to wait for a “bite,” for a large “ fish”
came swimming along and snapped at the crab. The
“fish” tugged hard at the line, but Hubert held on,
and jumping down to the water’s edge, as he called
ity We placed his aim! rounds the
“fish,” and drew it on to the bank,
which was the sofa!








44
THE NEW PET.

ie J yj IS name was Joe, and he had been
eee | one of the family for some years
—in fact since he was a small
puppy. . The children were all
fond of him, and made much of
him, and he returned their affec-
tion with the whole strength of
his doggy nature. But if he
cared for one member of the
family more than another, it was
° wewe Cyril. You see, Cyril took him
for a run more often than Charlie or May, and fre-
quently gave him a piece of sugar or toffee, and Joe
had a “ sweet tooth” if anyone had! .
But Cyril was soon to have another pet. His friend,
Maurice Manners, was going abroad with his parents,
and as he could not take his rabbit and hutch with
him, he had kindly offered it to Cyril, who, he knew,
would love the animal for 47s sake as well as its own.
So Cyril set out for Maurice’s house, with his garden
wheelbarrow, and brought home both bunny and hutch.
His brother and sisters were waiting at the garden gate
to see the new pet, and as soon as they had shut the
gate bunny was brought out to undergo inspection.
He was such a pretty fellow, with his long ears and
white coat; he was quite the admiration of them all.
So interested were they in watching the rabbit feed







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THE JEALOUS DOG.







47

that they did not notice the approach of Joe, who

stood a little way off, uttering low growls. Who was
this stranger that was taking up their attention, and
causing him to be neglected? It was not to be borne
for a moment; and, with flashing eyes and ears erect,
he showed his wrath by running round and round the
group barking furiously.

‘““Be quiet, Joe!” said Charlie. But it was no use.
Joe’s anger was thoroughly aroused, and he meant them
to see that he did not approve of their conduct. At
last Charlie was obliged to take the jealous dog and tie
him up in the stable yard. “There you stay, Master Joe,”
he said, “ until you have learnt how to behave yourself!”
Joe, however, whined so pitifully, and looked so woe-
begone, that Charlie unfastened the cord again. ‘Will
you be a good dog, then?” he asked of the crouching
Joe. Joe gazed up into Charlie’s face meekly, and feebly
wagged his shaggy tail. ‘“ Well, come along, then!”

When they rejoined the others in the garden, bunny
was safe in his house. Joe went to the hutch very
stealthily, and peered crossly through the bars of that
portion of bunny’s house which Cyril called the “sitting-
room.” Bunny did not seem to be frightened, for he
calmly munched the carrot which his master had placed
in the hutch, and perhaps wondered to himself why his
canine friend was making such an ado about nothing.
Joe must, in the future, be more unselfish, and learn to
share his master’s attention with others, and not expect it
all himself. We must hope that he will learn this lesson,



48
BOBO THE MONKEY.

OBO was a monkey who belonged to the
owner of a menagerie. He was not caged
up, as were the rest of his brethren, but had
his liberty, living in the house of his master,
and going just where he liked. He was very
much attached to his master’s son, Rob, who

always treated him kindly, and made a special friend
of him. Rob had cause later on to be very thankful
for having gained the friendship of Bobo, for the
monkey was the means of saving him from a terrible
death. Rob was walking in his father’s menagerie, in
one of the cages of which was a Bengal tiger. Rob
was so used to the presence of the animals that I am
afraid he forgot to be careful. He was leaning back-
ward over the rope in front of the tiger’s cage, when.
he saw Bobo flying through the air with mouth open
and arms outstretched. Rob thought his monkey must
have gone ntad, and to save himself as he thought from
the sharp claws bent his head and covered his face with
his hands. His danger was not from the monkey, but
from the tiger, whose cruel paws had been thrust
through the bars to seize the boy, and who was only
saved by the faithful Bobo. Seeing the boy’s danger
he had dropped upon the tiger’s paw with a hideous
screech, and caused him to withdraw it with a howl
of rage. The friendship between Rob and his monkey
is now deeper than ever.





























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50

AN ISLAND SCHOOL.





HAT an extraordinary sight met the eyes —
of the scholars of Newtown School one
. morning! The playground in front of
~ the building had disappeared, and there
was a sheet OE water right up to the steps,
- During the night the river near the school
had overflowed, and had flooded the district
around,

The boys of the school were delighted with |
the mischief which the flood had caused, and as they
came up, one by one, they pulled off their boots and —
stockings, and with trousers turned up waded through
the muddy-looking water with great satisfaction. Not
so the girls, however; many of them looked at it almost
in the light of a disaster. It was no fun to them to
have to cross the miry water barefooted. Hilda Pascoe,
one of the elder girls, saved many of them this vexatious
trouble, and earned many words of thanks by her kind-
ness in carrying them across the water. Don’t you
think it would have been more manly of the lad who
is waving a good-bye to his friend on the bank if he
had helped in this way? It was work more fit for his
stronger arms, was it not?

When school was over, the scholars found a boat
floating outside the door, with a man in charge, who
rowed them to the bank opposite, much to the girls’
relief, and greatly to the disappointment of the boys.





























































































































































































































































“THE PLAYGROUND HAD DISAPPEARED,”



52
SALLIE’S VISIT.

ALLIE GREEN lived in a London court,
where the houses are built so closely together
(Tae that the sun can scarcely force his bright
\ ee beams between them. Sallie has seen very little
ie Ps of the beautiful country, and you can therefore
Zac imagine her joy and delight when she and a few
sf" others were invited by her Sunday-school teacher
to spend a whole fortnight at a farm in the
country. Poor Sallie had to exercise great patience
the week previous to the day fixed for the’start, for the
hours seemed to drag along, and she felt that the week
would never pass. At length, however, the day arrived,
and when the long and wondrous journey in the train
had been taken, and she and her companions found
themselves snugly packed into Farmer Grey's largest
waggon, they shouted with glee.

Oh! the happiness of the days which followed. Sallie
could not complain of their dragging slowly. What |
with early morning visits to the dairy,—where Jane
was making piles of rich-looking butter,—the feeding
of the chickens, driving the ducks to the pond, watch-
ing the cows being milked, and the romps in the
harvest field, from which the good farmer was carrying
home a large and plentiful crop, the time passed all too
quickly, and Sallie’s holiday was at an end. She stood
amongst the rabbits, with which she had become very
friendly, and bade them “good-bye,” taking her own






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favourite in her arms, and stroking it affectionately.
In a few hours she was back again in
the close court in which her parents
lived, who were surprised at the change
in “their little Sallie,” so plump and
brown she looked.


























“ SALLIE’S VISIT TO THE COUNTRY.”



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THE LOST JACK-IN-THE-BOX.

aie “ Ele pops ae head neon ne bor as 16 fe
re, were tired of being cooped up there, and
® would like a change, doesn’t he, Bertha?”
_ © Yes, answered Frank’s sister Bertha.
= ‘But where did you find it, Frank?”
“Twas turning the corner of High
2p. Street, replied Frank, “when I kicked
something along in front of me, and as |
looked on the pavement I saw this box. The old man
had bobbed his head out as if to ask who was treating
him so roughly. I suppose some poor little fellow at
school has dropped it.” ‘ You must try and find the.
owner, Frank dear,” said Bertha. ‘I certainly will,”
promised Frank.

True to his word, the next morning Frank made
enquiries of most of the younger scholars in his school
as to whether they knew anyone who had lost a Jack-
in-the-box ; but failing to find the owner, Frank told
his schoolmaster the whole story, and asked him what
he should do with the toy. The master advised him
to keep it a few days, and if no one claimed it, and
Frank had no use for it, he might then send it to the
Children’s Hospital. Frank thought this a good idea,
and when at the end of the week the owner had not
come forward, he left it with the porter at the Hospital,
where no doubt it will help many little sufferers to
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THE JACK-IN-THE-BOX,

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Mirth and Joy.



56
THE NAUCHIY PUPPIES.
oN a Turee Puppies,
mY H uppies, one
Ss (- v RUE = 4 day,

leave



To wander away.”

‘lhe day is so fie

Said their Ma, “you may.

But, my children’ dear,

You must xof go near
the pool im the feld,

So deep and so clear.”

Then, om went the Abe
three,

As gay as could be,

And came to the pool



So glassy and cool.



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And when they looked
in,

What, think you, saw
they?

Three other puppies!



* Let's join them at plays

They jumped from the brink,
And in they all fell,

But drowned they were not,
I’m happy to tell.

And when they got home,
All dripping and
cold,
Oh! didn’t their
mother
Both grumble





and scold!
M. S. H.



58

A REFRESHING DRAUGHT,

H, how hot the day had been! The sun

seemed bent on scorching up everybody
® and everything with his bright beams,
Scarcely a breath of air stirred the leaves
of the trees, and the pretty-winged butter-
flies and the great yellow buzzing bees
were flitting from flower to flower, and appeared the
only things at ease in the great heat. The horses
which were working in the hayfields looked hot and
tired, and now and then turned to their master with a
look that said they would be glad when their work was
done, and they could rest in their cool stable behind
the farmhouse.

At the end of the day, and just as the sun was losing
some of his power, and a pleasant breeze was blowing
across the fields, they were taken home. When the
farm was reached they walked straight through the
gate, and made for the trough in the corner of the yard.
They dipped their noses into the cool water and took
long draughts. Meanwhile their master was not for-
gotten, for, on hearing the clatter of the horses’ hoofs
over the stones, the farmer’s young daughter, with
kind forethought for his needs, had hastened to fetch
her father a mug of clear spring water, with which
he quenched his thirst. Both master and horses
realised what a blessing is pure cold water.









A REFRESHING DRAUGHT,



60

BUSY MOMENTS.

HEY were very busy! There
could be no doubt about that.
Tom, stripped of his jacket and
_ Waistcoat, was using the. besom”
with all his power, gathering the
dead and fallen leaves into heaps
in various parts of the large garden,
while Kittie his sister flitted about
amongst the flower-beds and into the hot-house water-
ing the plants, and tending them with gentle care.
After she had finished her part she went to help Tom,
holding the basket for him, while he swept each heap
into it.

“But,” I hear you saying, “ how is it that they are
doing such work?” TI will let you into the secret,
Mrs. Vincent, who lived at the “ Chestnuts,” had sent
to their mother, a poor widow, asking if they could be
spared for an hour or so to tidy up her garden, as old.
Jabez, her gardener, was ill again with an attack of his
old complaint, rheumatism, and the garden so quickly
got untidy.

The widow was very poor, and was only too glad for
her children to earn a little money now and then. So
she readily consented, and the next afternoon found the
three children at the “ Chestnuts "—Polly, who was
her mother’s ‘“ right-hand,” helping cook clean the cut-
lery, and Tom and Kittie giving their time to the garden.























Just as Tom _ was
sweeping the last heap
into the basket, Polly
came to them carrying
a ‘Bundle ‘of faggots,
which had been given
her for her mother by
kind Mrs. Vincent, who,
besides this, sent the poor
widow man
useful things , dd
by the happy ;
children,

Silas Sora

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were fin-
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“BUSY MOMENTS,”



62
A FLOATING HOME.



Ne doubt many of
my young readers
are familiar with the
subject of the picture
opposite. There are
the animals, two of
each kind—elephants,
giraffes, tigers, zebras,
ang many others, the names and forms of which would
perhaps be unknown to ws—entering the great ark,
where they have to live together for some time. And
why is it necessary for them to occupy one common
dwelling instead of roaming, as they usually do, over
God’s beautiful earth? You will see the reason for
this if you will turn to your Bible—the sixth chapter of
Genesis and the fifth verse. It says: “God saw that
the wickedness of man was great, and that the thoughts
of his heart were evil.” God was therefore angry
with these wicked people, and in order to punish
them, said He would send a flood to drown them—
animals, birds, and everything living upon the earth.
But there was one good man named Noah. The
Bible says that he was “a just man.” God did not
wish him to perish, so He commanded him to build
a huge ark, in which he was to dwell with his family
while the waters covered the earth. Noah was also
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and creeping thing, so that the animal life might be
preserved. What a vast family must have been his |

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a raft, was finished, and Noah and his family and the
animals were safely in, the rain commenced to fall. For
forty days and forty nights it rained without ceasing,
“and every living creature was destroyed which was
upon the face of the ground, and Noah only remained
alive, and they that were with him in the ark.” One
hundred and fifty days passed, and the waters had by
this time gone down so much that the ark rested
securely on the top of a mountain called Ararat, Each
day the waters sank lower still, and Noah sent out first
a raven and then a dove, to see if they could find dry
land. The raven flew round the ark for some time
and roosted at night on the mountain, while the dove
came back to the ark. Noah waited a little longer
and sent forth the dove again, and this time in re-
turning it brought an olive leaf in its beak. Once more
he set free the dove, and as it did not return again
Noah knew that it must have found a home amongst
the trees, and that the ground would soon be dry.

God now spoke to Noah and told him that it was
safe to leave the ark, where he had been sheltered for
so many days. And Noah brought out his wife and
family, and every living thing. God then promised never
to send another flood to drown the people, and as a
remembrance of this, He placed a beautiful thing in the
sky. This token of His promise was the rainbow.



66

Ay RAINY: DAY:

27Q ) ELL, I can’t help it! I do think it’s a.
â„¢ nuisance the rain coming down just at
this time! ”

The speaker, Ned Wilkins by name,
sat on a stool by the cottage door, with
his chin buried in his hands, and looked
quite glum and miserable. His sister

a Mary, who stood leaning against . the
door-post busily knitting, glanced down at her brother
very reproachfully for a moment before she replied,

‘¢ Ned, dear,” she said in soft tones, “« you know what
father said yesterday, that the farmers would give any-
thing for a good fall of rain, as the land was so dry ;
so how can you be so selfish as to wish it hadn’t
come! Besides, it may clear up by dinner-time,
and you will nét lose your game of cricket after all! ”

But the rain continued to patter down hour after
hour. At six o'clock Ned’s father came in from the
fields. ‘ Well, sonny,” he said, “aren’t you glad to
see this downfall? J am; for another week’s dry
weather would have spoiled the crops, and ‘Mr. Blake
told me that this would have meant his having to give
up the farm, and I should then have lost my situation.”
Ned hung his head in a shame-faced way, and when
he knelt at night by his little bed, he thanked God for
the rain, and asked His forgiveness for his selfish
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HETTY’S ESCAPE.




2 ETTY WILCOX was as a rule an obedient
child, and liked to please her mamma in
all things. But she had one fault which
brought her many troubles, and caused
2 her mamma many anxious moments. She
was very thoughtless !

Hetty loved her mamma dearly, and nothing gave
her greater pleasure than to go shopping with her.
Now, Mrs. Wilcox had often told Hetty that she must
keep close by her, and not stray away from her side.
But one afternoon, as they were walking along the busy
High Street, and mamma had stopped to look in a
draper’s shop, Hetty espied in a window of a toy shop
on the opposite side a largedoll. Without one thought |
of what her mother had told her, she rushed across the
road. What a grand lady the doll was! She must
bring her mamma over to see it. She turned to re-
cross the road, and had only got half-way when, to her
horror, she saw a bull, with flashing eyes and cruel-
looking horns, tearing along the road in her direction.
Almost scared out of her senses she dashed along, and
Iam afraid to think what would have happened if a
brave boy had not seized her in his arms and taken
refuge with her in a doorway till the animal passed.

Mamma did not chide her, but clasped her in a loving
embrace, with tears in her eyes. And when Hetty is
inclined to be heedless, she remembers those tears.

















































































































































































































































































































































































































































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OUR SAVIOUR’S BIRTHDAY.

JOST of you have read in the Bible the
story of our Saviour’s birth. You
will remember that Joseph and Mary
had journeyed from Nazareth to Beth-
Iehem,.to be taxed by the governor
of the country, When they reached
Bethlehem, all the houses and inns were full of people,
who had come for the same purpose, and there was
no room in the inn where Joseph and Mary wanted
to lodge. But the innkeeper allowed them to use
the stable at the back of the house, and it- was there,
amongst sheep and oxen, and with a manger for His
cradle, that the Blessed Saviour was born. Think of
that, children; Jesus Christ had left His beautiful home
in heaven to be born in a manger, and all for our sakes,

Now, in the fields close by, some humble shepherds
were keeping watch over their sheep at night, when
they saw a sight which filled them with awe and
wonder. ‘The sky suddenly grew bright, and a great
light flashed down upon them. They saw the heavens
open, and an angel appeared. At first they dared
not look up, and were sore afraid. But the angel told
them that they had nothing to fear, for he brought
them glad tidings. ‘For unto you,” he said, “is
born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which
is Christ the Lord.” And he told the shepherds
where they might find Him.









































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IN A MANGER.”



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All at once a great number of angels came down
from the heavens, praising God, and singing : “ Glory
to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will
toward men.” And when this beautiful music had
ceased, and the wondrous sight had vanished, the poor
shepherds were anxious to see this Infant Child, and
worship Him. If you will read your Bible, you will
see it says that “they came with haste,” and found the
Babe, as the angel had told them, lying in a manger.
After they had seen our Saviour, they returned to the
fields and their sheep. But they did not forget the
things they had heard and the sights they had seen,
for they praised God and thanked Him for such a oreat
honour as that which He had given them. So this
was the first Christmas,

When each Christmas comes round, you’ must
remember that it ‘is Christ’s birthday, and, keeping in
mind what a great sacrifice He made for you and
all mankind, resolve each day to try and please Him
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Neppy’s “Dapa” .

Sam’s Rescur

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A SquirreL Hunr :

A Frienp in NEED

“Vr Have Done ir Unro Mz”.

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Tue AFTERNOON DRIVE
THE PEACE-OFFERING
THE May QUEEN .
Jan’s Paver Boat
LitrLe FISHERS

Ture New Per

Bozo, THE MONKEY

An IsLanp SCHOOL

SALLIE’S VISIT

Tur Lost JAcK-1IN-THE-Box .

Tue Naucuty PUPPIES.
A. REFRESHING Dravcur
Busy Moments

A FiLoatinc Homr

A Rartny Day

Hetty’s EscaPr

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A MISCHIEVOUS PAIR.

(See Frontispiece.)

ITTLE Miss Dulcie Arnold had
been called out of the play-room
to see a lady friend of her mother’s.
At the time she was called out she was
arranging her dollie’s cradle, as it was
near dollie’s hour for rest. Annabelle May, for such
was dollie’s grand name, lay by the side of her cradle,
waiting to be undressed of all her smart clothes. Just
as Dulcie had left the room, her two kittens, Muff and
Poll, came scampering in, full of fun and ready for
any kind of mischief. Their sharp eyes soon spied out
dollie’s cradle, and both seemed to think that it would
make a capital place to romp in. No sooner had the
thought entered their pretty heads than they were in
the cradle, and for the next ten minutes played to their
hearts’ content in dollie’s soft bed. But hark! Foot-
steps were heard. Someone was coming along the
passage! It must be their mistress, Dulcie. So u
they sat and watched. It was Dulcie, and when she
saw those two mischievous pussies, trying to look very
innocent, sitting in her dollie’s cradle, she came across
the room to scold them. They knew — naughty
pussies—that they had been doing wrong, so did not
wait for the scolding from their little mistress, but
dashed pell mell down the stairs, where, doubtless,
they will get into further mischief.





: hots UNDER THE TREE.

us |JHREE little maidens sat under a sturdy tree
ieee in the garden. They were talking eagerly
« and quickly about something which was no
doubt of great importance—at all events
fl to them! ‘Their mamma’s birthday was
~ coming on in a few days, and they had to decide
what to present to her as a token of their love.

““] think, “says Edith the eldest, “‘that the best
thing we can buy her is a handbag. You know the
one she is using is getting old.”

But the other two did not think that their mamma
was in need of a new handbag just at present, and as
they were to share the cost between them, each of
course had a voice in the selection. Ruth was in
favour of buying a canary and cage, for she knew
what love her mamma had for the bright feathered
songsters ; while Ida, who was the youngest of the trio,
and quiet and thoughtful beyond her years, pleaded
for the money to be spent in a portrait-group of them-
selves, on opal, with a deep plush frame. She felt
sure that their dear mamma would be delighted with
it, “ because,” Ida said, “she will forget what we were
like as little girls, and the portrait will remind her.”
Was there not, too, a vacant spot on the what-not in
the drawing-room, where it could stand in full view ?

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UNDER THE TREE,

this moment, was asked to say which of the three sug-
gestions she thought best, and after a short time voted
for the photo and frame. Thus the matter was settled.
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NEDDY’S “DADA.”

At a |

F you will refer to your map of
England, and look to the right, or
eastern side of it, you will notice a
stretch of sea which is called the North
Sea, or German Ocean. This is well
known for its fisheries, and large catches
of fish are made from its waters. The fisher-
men, who earn their daily bread by catching
and sending the fish into our harbours, are
out at sea for days together, especially when
the weather is stormy 5 so when they come
home they greatly enjoy their short rest.

The sturdy-looking fisherman in our picture
is one of these North Sea toilers, and having
seen his vessel safely into harbour, is at liberty
for a short time. Just now, he is on the end of the
quay amusing his wee son. Neddy is peeping through
his “ dada’s” long telescope, and watching the ships as
they sail past. “Dada” has to hold the telescope to
Neddy’s eye, for it is much too heavy for his small
arms, This stalwart man is very proud of his curly-
headed boy, and when he is on land seldom goes out
without him. And Neddy thinks there is no one to
compare with his father, and every night the baby lips

lisp a prayer for his safe keeping on the great and
stormy sea.








































































































































































































































































































































































































‘WATCHING THE SHIPS AS THEY SAIL PAST.
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SAM’S: RESCUE.



: 22} ERBERT MOORE and Stella his sister
4+ were on their way home, after having
_— been for a very pleasant walk, Their
_ way lay, for some distance, by the side
- of the pretty stream Flowby, which in
f- some parts was many feet deep, while at
PAR others the water only just covered the
smooth pebbles that lined its bed. _The brother and
sister had just stopped to listen to the joyous song of
a lark, which was soaring higher and higher into the
fleecy clouds, when the sound of a loud sp/ash reached
their ears, followed by smothered cries for help. They
both turned their heads to the place from whence the
sound seemed to come, and listened intently. There
it was again, “Help! help!” Near at hand was an
opening, which led down to the waters edge, and
without waiting any longer they rushed through the
bushes and gained the stream’s bank. What they saw
startled them, for there, struggling in the water, was
one of Herbert’s mates, Sam Wilcox! Luckily for
Sam, there lay on the stones a long bough which had
evidently been broken from a tree, and Herbert caught
this up, and passed it to the now drowning boy.
Sam had strength enough to grasp it, and, with Stella’s
aid Herbert drew him safely out of the water.

When Sam was sufficiently recovered, he told his
friends he had been trying to get a bird’s nest, but.






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My PIGEON s:

Beauty, Blossom, Silver, Snow,

Closer come, I love you so;

Here’s your breakfast, do not fear—
Don’t you know me, Daisy dear? —
Brighteyes, come, and Pearl and Spray,
Now I want my Gem and Ray, -

This is breakfast-time, you know,

Say ‘“ Good-morning,” cooing low.

Beauty sits upon my hand—
Sweetest bird in all the land!
Blossom takes a bath you see,
Such a dainty bird is he.
Always, when I’m drawing near,
Pearl and Spray my footsteps hear ;
Softly then they coo and call,
Bringing home my pigeons all.
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16

A SQUIRREL HUNT.
“Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, ripe, ripe I cry,
Full and fair ones, come out and buy!”

“TOUR youthful voices were singing this sweet
; part-song as the owners of the voices forced
. their way through the thick foliage of Coombe
ay Wood. The noble trees rose high above them,
Bit. the wide-spreading branches almost hiding the
beautiful blue sky from their view. As they passed
under the boughs of a beech, they heard a rustle
amongst the leaves, and stopping to peer up, they saw —
a little brown squirrel hopping merrily from bough
to bough, and seeming so full of life and happiness.

“Oh, George!” exclaimed Winnie, who was the
youngest of the party, “ what a pretty pet he looks !
Do try and catch him for me!” George was a good
climber, and almost as quickly as I can tell you, he
was half-way up the beech, the others watching his
movements from below, and shouting out every now
and then the whereabouts of the squirrel. What a
dance the little brown fellow led him! George
climbed to nearly every bough in that old beech, and
just when his hopes of reaching the animal were
highest, Master Squirrel would give a quick hop, and
was quite out of reach again.

“Tt’s no use,” he said at last, as he leaned down
from a fork in the tree, “Il shall shave to ive 4t






















up; he’s too
nimble for
me! He’s
hopped to
the topmost branch
now. Winnie was at
first disappointed
at George's
failure, but
afterwards
thought how
much hap-
ket etiure
squirrel was
in his native
home than
in a cage ;
and she was
glad = then
that her friend
George had
not been able
to catch the
pretty animal.























“HE LEANED DOWN FROM THE TREE,”
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A FRIEND IN NEED.

, S quarrelsome as sparrows.” Have you ever
- heard this expression used? And do you
think there is any truth in the charge? Iam
afraid there is, and that sometimes sparrows
RK are cruel as well as quarrelsome. The poor

little sparrow in our picture has by some mis-
chance lost the sight of both eyes. Well, you know
that a bird without sight stands but a poor chance of
gaining a livelihood for itself; for how can it find the
worms and insects, which form part of its food, and are
so sweet to its taste, without sharp eyes? Of course
it would quickly starve! So the relatives of this poor
blind sparrow in our picture, knowing he was quite
unable to feed and take care of himself, set upon him,
and would no doubt have pecked him to death had not
the kindly old hen come to his assistance, and given
him shelter from his enemies under her wing.

It was useless for the wicked sparrows to wait until
their blind brother was without the protecting wing
of “Biddy,” the hen, for she continued to care for
her “‘ baby,” until one morning she woke up to find it
lying dead by her side. If we might judge by the
mournful way in which she “cluck! clucked” as she
_walked round and round the wee body, her grief was
intense. Does not this set us an example of loving
care to those in distress ?




Mirth and Joy. : Cc
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“YE HAVE DONE IT UNTO ME.”

Ni i OW cold it was! The wind sighed and
; moaned through the bare branches of the
= ! trees, and blew so keenly that even the
school-children were glad to hurry home.
- Two children, a girl and a boy, were

walking through the village. Very cold and
miserable they looked. Their ragged gar-
&\ ments were too thin to keep their chilled
u! bodies warm. Their only parent, their mother,
“had just died, and they were on their way
to their grandfather, who lived in the next village, and
whose home they were to share. ‘The old man was
unable to fetch them; work had been very scarce,
and as he had now been offered a regular job, he
could not afford to leave it. So the orphan child-
ren had been obliged to walk the distance alone.
They were now very tired and hungry, and sat down
on the doorstep of a cottage to rest for a few moments.
Mrs. Dyson had seen them pass the window, and.
noticed their famished looks, so opening the door she
invited them into her warm kitchen. When she
heard their sad story, her motherly heart throbbed with
pity. She gave them each a large cup of steaming hot
cocoa, and cut bountiful slices from a loaf of bread
for them to eat on their journey. When they left
the cottage, they felt much warmer, and were more
cheerful than they had been since their mother’s death..


















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“CUT BOUNTIFUL SLICES FROM A LOAF OF BREAD.”


CARELESS CONNY.

ee ERE we go round the mulberry bush and all

fall down!” Thus sang the merry children as
with hands joined they danced round the tree. One
of their number, Conny Alton, the eldest of them all,
was—shall I say it?—~zoo fond of play. Only that
morning her mother had begged her to be sure and
watch that the water in the saucepan, which contained
the potatoes for dinner, did not boil over on to her
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bright fireplace, as she had duties to perform elsewhere.
Just as soon as the busy mother went out of the
kitchen, all thoughts of boiling water and clean fire-

places passed out of Conny’s head;
_, and remembering that she had
left her story-book in the
summer-house the previous
evening, out she went to
that peaceful spot, and was
soon stretched
on the seat poring
OVieL tine

book.

















When
Conny’s
mother SP
came again into
the kitchen, she
found the water bub-
bling over the sides of
the saucepan, and the newly polished stove in a sad mess. —

Oh, poor mother ! Oh, careless, thoughtless Conny !
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THREE HAPPY LADS.





seen I! hi! Clear the road! Here comes the



@ Wid famous bare-back rider!” And Jack
§ 33 (> Mead galloped swiftly by his two mates,
PG who were shouting and waving their

hats in the air. The three lads had done some little
service for Farmer Jackson, and in return the good-
natured farmer had given them permission to go into
the field at the foot of the farm and enjoy themselves.
He was aware that Snowball, his favourite young pony, —
was browsing there, but imagined that as his harness
was hanging in the stable, the boys would not attempt
to mount him. Yet they did! It was Will Hunt’s
idea, and he scrambled upon Snowball’s back almost
before his mates could offer any objection. Then,
the ball having been set rolling, Jim Mason wanted
a ride, and after he had scampered round the field once
or twice, he got off to let Jack Mead have a turn.
By this time Snowball had entered fully into the fun,
and the way his sturdy legs flew into the air as he
galloped round the field, made the two other boys
think that Jack would every moment be thrown over
the pony’s head. Jack, however, held on to Snowball’s
shagey mane, and clung to his plump sides. As he
passed the top of the field, he saw the burly form of
the farmer, who shook his fist at the boy ; but as Jack
observed a merry twinkle in the farmer’s eye, he was
not greatly afraid !






































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































“yi! HI! CLEAR THE ROAD!”
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» HELPING GRANNY.

~ SHE two children in our picture are
brother and sister, and are named Jehu
and Harriet Hunt. They live with
their parents in a village called Wotton-_
under-Edge, but which for shortness is
known as Wotton. What a pretty spot
it is! It is surrounded by high hills,

whose topmost points seem almost to touch the

SSIAIEL oe
Sy clouds, and whose grassy slopes are covered
iy

2 with fragrant wild flowers. The streets of

4 Wotton are long and straggling, with many
an old-fashioned house, whose over-hanging eaves, and
diamond-paned windows look very picturesque. In
one of these houses live the parents of our two young
friends. Their father is a shoemaker, but as the
inhabitants are few in number, I am afraid he has
difficulties at times in making both ends meet. But
they are a happy family, loving each other fondly ;
and, when love is an inmate of a house, the trials of
life are not nearly so hard to bear. Think of this,
then, little readers, when you see your parents borne
down with worry and anxiety, and speak and act so
as to comfort them, and thus help to smooth down the
rough edges of life. 7 .

Fach week the grandmother of Jehu and Harriet
comes to Wotton for her supply of groceries and




JAMES WALKER & C9 DUBLIN.

GRANNIES LITTLE HELPERS.

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vegetables. The old dame lives at a little place,
Sinwell by name, which is just outside Wotton; and as
she finds that she is not now strong enough to carry all
her parcels, Jehu and his sister share the burden with
her. They are very proud of walking with her, for all
the villagers respect the good old lady, who is ever ready
with her sympathy and aid in times of sickness.

When they arrive at granny’s cottage, Jehu and
Harriet play until tea-time in a wood which is at the
back of the house. ‘This wood has many attractions
for them, for in it are rabbits, birds, and squirrels;
while there is no place around where such large wood-
nuts are to be found. When tea-time comes granny
calls them in, and as a special treat in return for their
kindness in helping to carry her parcels she gives them
buttered ‘ batch-cakes” for tea. Do you know what
‘“‘batch-cakes” are? They are very small, flat loaves,
baked in batches of perhaps twelve ; and when they are
toasted, and nice country butter is spread upon them,
they are very sweet and tasty,—at least, so think these
two young folks, who, every Saturday, hail with delight
the appearance of their granny, for they know it means
a “nice talk” on the way and batch-cakes for tea!


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THE TRUANT BALL,

Mees OOR Nellie! She was in such trouble !
oe She had been playing on the beach nearly
w all the morning, and just as it was reaching
the hour for her to return home to dinner
this trouble came. It was in this way. She
48% had said to herself, ‘ Five minutes more play, and I
will go home.” She was amusing herself by tossing
her ball into the air, and catching it. But as she did
this a gust of wind carried it out to sea. What was
she to do? ‘The tears ran down her brown cheeks as
she saw her beautiful plaything gradually floating
. further out of reach.

A nurse girl and a young lad who were passing by
stopped to enquire the cause of Nellie’s grief. Nellie
pointed a wet finger to the floating ball, and the tears
trickled down her cheeks afresh. ‘ Don’t cry, little
girl,” said the kind lad, “I will soon get it for you
with my shrimping net.” It did not take him long to
thrust off his boots and stockings, and turning up his
knickerbockers he waded into the sea. The sea was
deeper here than he thought, and just as he had drawn
in the ball a wave broke over some rocks near by, and
gave him a wetting. He did not mind, but laughed.
merrily as he placed Nellie’s toy in her hands, and her
face now bore a happy smile as she gazed at the treasure
she had given up as lost.

























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































‘IT WILL SOON GET IT FOR YOU.
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A WILLING HELPER.



6

“< HAT is the matter,

little boy?” The
enquirer turned a pair of
kindly-looking eyes upon
the unhappy lad who sat
on the top of his basket
rubbing away the tears
with his coat sleeve. The

lad replied that he had

i
7 : oc = brought his heavy basket

ine a long distance, and that

$*" he was so tired, and his
arms ached so much, that

he could go no further with it. “Oh, come, don’t give

up. Let me help you,”
said =the —littlen seucls
“Many hands make
light work.” Grasping
each a handle of the
basket the two were
quickly on the move,
chatting to each other
in mirthful tones.

But the basket beside
being heavy was also
very dirty, and by the

time this willing helper


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had seen the tired boy well on his way, her pretty new
blouse was soiled almost beyond cleaning. Her mother,
to whom she afterwards explained how the damage was
done, said she was very glad her little daughter had been
able to help the lad in his trouble; “although,” she
added with a smile, “my purse would have to be large
indeed if you met boys with dirty baskets every day!”






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THE AFTERNOON DRIVE.



SS OM, the coachman, who lives in the
square,

Is driving his ladies’ carriage and
jones

For the doctor has ordered the
ladies to drive

Out in the park, and return home by five!

There is Lady Jane and sweet Countess May,

Who sits at the back with her parasol gay,

For the sun is hot; and how can they tell

How long they may wait for their friend Mistress
Bell 2

Who lives in a house named Dollie’s Hall,

And may not be ready when for her they call.

Now, drive on, Tom, with your carriage and pair,

To let the young ladies enjoy the fresh air!

Try to prevent the carriage from rumbling,

And also keep your horses from stumbling,

As our Lady Jane and the Countess fair

Are very proud of their carriage and pair!



















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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THE PEACE-OFFERING,

ERHAPS many of my young readers are
not aware that years ago Wales was |
a separate country, and had its own
rulers, and government, and laws. But
such was the case. Wales was governed
by chiefs who each had charge of a
certain tract of country; and over these chiefs was a
prince. In those days the kings of England wanted
to conquer Wales, and join that country to their own.
So they went to war with the chiefs, and little by
little they won portions of the land. Although Eng-
land was a more powerful country, Wales was not
easily conquered. The war was continued until King
Edward I. began to reign, and this king formed a
plan whereby he might make loyal subjects of the
Welsh by /ove. His little son had just been born in
Carnarvon, and one day he drew the old chiefs
together, and presented this baby son to them as their
ruler, naming him the Prince of Wales.. The brave
old chiefs were much touched by this peace-oftering,
and accepted the baby boy as their head, their own
chief, Prince Llewellyn, having been killed in battle.
Thus peace was formed, and since that time ‘gallant
little Wales,” as it is sometimes called, has been ruled
by an English sovereign, and the first-born of this
ruler takes the title of the Prince of Wales,








THE PEACE OFFERING,

Mirth and Joy. 1D



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“gw. *THE MAY QUEEN.

MERRY party of boys and girls were out

in the lanes gathering the sweet-scented
y May-blossom. ‘They were five in number, and
seach being armed with knife or scissors, they
managed to gather quite a large quantity—
: sufficient they thought for their purpose. And
what was their purpose? Why, the May was to be sent,
with other contributions, to cheer the little sufferers in
a Cottage Hospital near at hand! Do you not think
this a worthy place for the sweet flowers to fill?

One of the gatherers was a little girl of seven, with
long nut-brown hair, which hung in pretty ringlets
all over her forehead. Queen Bess, for so she was
called at home, was a great favourite with her friends 3
most of whom dearly loved the little girl for her
gentle and affectionate bearing towards others. If any
of her school-friends were in difficulties about. their
lessons, Bess would be the first to go to their aid,
while many times she had kissed the tears away from
a poor little troubled face.

When the party were ready to return homeward,
Minna, the eldest girl of the party, who had been
learning by heart Tennyson’s “ Queen of the May,”
proposed that they should choose a Queen, and carry
her home under the May wreath which they had made.
The idea was received with shouts of pleasure, and
Queen Bess was at once chosen to be May Queen.
Very bright and pretty she looked,
as, with the floral spray above her
bonny brown head, she was carried

on high by Harold and Minna.

So they carried her along,

With a merry jest and song;

For their Queen looked blithe and gay,
With her canopy of May!

“THEIR QUEEN LOOKED BLITHE AND GAY.”


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JAN’S PAPER BOAT.




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HE young lad in our picture, who is
q standing straddle-legged across the

little stream which is running in front
of the houses, is a native of Holland;
in fact, he is a Dutch boy, and his name
is Jan. He is supposed to be helping
his father to mend the plaster facing
of the house, some of which, through the heavy rains,
has fallen away. But instead of looking after his
father’s needs by handing up his tools to him, and
taking them from him when no longer required, he
has become greatly interested in a paper boat, which is
making a voyage down the stream. Jan has run ona
short distance, and, standing over the water with legs
wide apart, is waiting for the paper boat to pass under
the “bridge” which he has made of himself. He is
singing a little Dutch song, which in English means:

Sail on, sail on, past wharf and quay,

Down to the rolling Zuyder Zee.

He looks a strange little figure to English eyes, does
he not? What a clatter he must make in the house
with his wooden shoes! I wonder whether your
mother would like a few such boys running about er
house with shoes like his? Cannot you imagine her
putting her hands up to her ears and saying, ‘¢ Oh,

dear! oh, dear! what a noise and din!”








































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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“JAN
42

LITTLE FISHERS,








not be late.



23, “ [)ING-Donc |

2 school bell was saying, and Hubert
Denning hurried along the road with
slate under his arm so that he should

ding-dong,” the

Before he reached the

school door a lad passed who was evi-
dently out on a fishing excursion, for he

carried a satchel, a tin-can, and a
3 Ss long rod across his shoulder. The
=="—=> angler smiled proudly at Hubert as

he passed, and his air plainly said, “ Don’t you wish

ou were coming fishing with me, eh?”
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School hours were over.

telling his young brother
Martin about the boy he
had met on his way, pro-
posed that they should play
at being fishermen. It was
arranged that Hubert was
to handle the rod while his
brother was to be the fish
and swim on the play-room
floor. What do you think
they used as “ bait’? A
pin-cushion in the shape of

Hubert
had reached home again, and, in






43

a crab, which they had bought for their mother on
their last seaside holiday, served well for this. Hubert
mounted a high chair, and, with a long stick as a rod,
to which was hanging a piece of twine with the pin-
cushion crab at the end, the game commenced. He
had not long to wait for a “bite,” for a large “ fish”
came swimming along and snapped at the crab. The
“fish” tugged hard at the line, but Hubert held on,
and jumping down to the water’s edge, as he called
ity We placed his aim! rounds the
“fish,” and drew it on to the bank,
which was the sofa!





44
THE NEW PET.

ie J yj IS name was Joe, and he had been
eee | one of the family for some years
—in fact since he was a small
puppy. . The children were all
fond of him, and made much of
him, and he returned their affec-
tion with the whole strength of
his doggy nature. But if he
cared for one member of the
family more than another, it was
° wewe Cyril. You see, Cyril took him
for a run more often than Charlie or May, and fre-
quently gave him a piece of sugar or toffee, and Joe
had a “ sweet tooth” if anyone had! .
But Cyril was soon to have another pet. His friend,
Maurice Manners, was going abroad with his parents,
and as he could not take his rabbit and hutch with
him, he had kindly offered it to Cyril, who, he knew,
would love the animal for 47s sake as well as its own.
So Cyril set out for Maurice’s house, with his garden
wheelbarrow, and brought home both bunny and hutch.
His brother and sisters were waiting at the garden gate
to see the new pet, and as soon as they had shut the
gate bunny was brought out to undergo inspection.
He was such a pretty fellow, with his long ears and
white coat; he was quite the admiration of them all.
So interested were they in watching the rabbit feed




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THE JEALOUS DOG.

47

that they did not notice the approach of Joe, who

stood a little way off, uttering low growls. Who was
this stranger that was taking up their attention, and
causing him to be neglected? It was not to be borne
for a moment; and, with flashing eyes and ears erect,
he showed his wrath by running round and round the
group barking furiously.

‘““Be quiet, Joe!” said Charlie. But it was no use.
Joe’s anger was thoroughly aroused, and he meant them
to see that he did not approve of their conduct. At
last Charlie was obliged to take the jealous dog and tie
him up in the stable yard. “There you stay, Master Joe,”
he said, “ until you have learnt how to behave yourself!”
Joe, however, whined so pitifully, and looked so woe-
begone, that Charlie unfastened the cord again. ‘Will
you be a good dog, then?” he asked of the crouching
Joe. Joe gazed up into Charlie’s face meekly, and feebly
wagged his shaggy tail. ‘“ Well, come along, then!”

When they rejoined the others in the garden, bunny
was safe in his house. Joe went to the hutch very
stealthily, and peered crossly through the bars of that
portion of bunny’s house which Cyril called the “sitting-
room.” Bunny did not seem to be frightened, for he
calmly munched the carrot which his master had placed
in the hutch, and perhaps wondered to himself why his
canine friend was making such an ado about nothing.
Joe must, in the future, be more unselfish, and learn to
share his master’s attention with others, and not expect it
all himself. We must hope that he will learn this lesson,
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BOBO THE MONKEY.

OBO was a monkey who belonged to the
owner of a menagerie. He was not caged
up, as were the rest of his brethren, but had
his liberty, living in the house of his master,
and going just where he liked. He was very
much attached to his master’s son, Rob, who

always treated him kindly, and made a special friend
of him. Rob had cause later on to be very thankful
for having gained the friendship of Bobo, for the
monkey was the means of saving him from a terrible
death. Rob was walking in his father’s menagerie, in
one of the cages of which was a Bengal tiger. Rob
was so used to the presence of the animals that I am
afraid he forgot to be careful. He was leaning back-
ward over the rope in front of the tiger’s cage, when.
he saw Bobo flying through the air with mouth open
and arms outstretched. Rob thought his monkey must
have gone ntad, and to save himself as he thought from
the sharp claws bent his head and covered his face with
his hands. His danger was not from the monkey, but
from the tiger, whose cruel paws had been thrust
through the bars to seize the boy, and who was only
saved by the faithful Bobo. Seeing the boy’s danger
he had dropped upon the tiger’s paw with a hideous
screech, and caused him to withdraw it with a howl
of rage. The friendship between Rob and his monkey
is now deeper than ever.


























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BOBO SAVES l.0B FROM THE TIGER,
50

AN ISLAND SCHOOL.





HAT an extraordinary sight met the eyes —
of the scholars of Newtown School one
. morning! The playground in front of
~ the building had disappeared, and there
was a sheet OE water right up to the steps,
- During the night the river near the school
had overflowed, and had flooded the district
around,

The boys of the school were delighted with |
the mischief which the flood had caused, and as they
came up, one by one, they pulled off their boots and —
stockings, and with trousers turned up waded through
the muddy-looking water with great satisfaction. Not
so the girls, however; many of them looked at it almost
in the light of a disaster. It was no fun to them to
have to cross the miry water barefooted. Hilda Pascoe,
one of the elder girls, saved many of them this vexatious
trouble, and earned many words of thanks by her kind-
ness in carrying them across the water. Don’t you
think it would have been more manly of the lad who
is waving a good-bye to his friend on the bank if he
had helped in this way? It was work more fit for his
stronger arms, was it not?

When school was over, the scholars found a boat
floating outside the door, with a man in charge, who
rowed them to the bank opposite, much to the girls’
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“THE PLAYGROUND HAD DISAPPEARED,”
52
SALLIE’S VISIT.

ALLIE GREEN lived in a London court,
where the houses are built so closely together
(Tae that the sun can scarcely force his bright
\ ee beams between them. Sallie has seen very little
ie Ps of the beautiful country, and you can therefore
Zac imagine her joy and delight when she and a few
sf" others were invited by her Sunday-school teacher
to spend a whole fortnight at a farm in the
country. Poor Sallie had to exercise great patience
the week previous to the day fixed for the’start, for the
hours seemed to drag along, and she felt that the week
would never pass. At length, however, the day arrived,
and when the long and wondrous journey in the train
had been taken, and she and her companions found
themselves snugly packed into Farmer Grey's largest
waggon, they shouted with glee.

Oh! the happiness of the days which followed. Sallie
could not complain of their dragging slowly. What |
with early morning visits to the dairy,—where Jane
was making piles of rich-looking butter,—the feeding
of the chickens, driving the ducks to the pond, watch-
ing the cows being milked, and the romps in the
harvest field, from which the good farmer was carrying
home a large and plentiful crop, the time passed all too
quickly, and Sallie’s holiday was at an end. She stood
amongst the rabbits, with which she had become very
friendly, and bade them “good-bye,” taking her own



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favourite in her arms, and stroking it affectionately.
In a few hours she was back again in
the close court in which her parents
lived, who were surprised at the change
in “their little Sallie,” so plump and
brown she looked.


























“ SALLIE’S VISIT TO THE COUNTRY.”
34
THE LOST JACK-IN-THE-BOX.

aie “ Ele pops ae head neon ne bor as 16 fe
re, were tired of being cooped up there, and
® would like a change, doesn’t he, Bertha?”
_ © Yes, answered Frank’s sister Bertha.
= ‘But where did you find it, Frank?”
“Twas turning the corner of High
2p. Street, replied Frank, “when I kicked
something along in front of me, and as |
looked on the pavement I saw this box. The old man
had bobbed his head out as if to ask who was treating
him so roughly. I suppose some poor little fellow at
school has dropped it.” ‘ You must try and find the.
owner, Frank dear,” said Bertha. ‘I certainly will,”
promised Frank.

True to his word, the next morning Frank made
enquiries of most of the younger scholars in his school
as to whether they knew anyone who had lost a Jack-
in-the-box ; but failing to find the owner, Frank told
his schoolmaster the whole story, and asked him what
he should do with the toy. The master advised him
to keep it a few days, and if no one claimed it, and
Frank had no use for it, he might then send it to the
Children’s Hospital. Frank thought this a good idea,
and when at the end of the week the owner had not
come forward, he left it with the porter at the Hospital,
where no doubt it will help many little sufferers to
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THE JACK-IN-THE-BOX,

—-s

Mirth and Joy.
56
THE NAUCHIY PUPPIES.
oN a Turee Puppies,
mY H uppies, one
Ss (- v RUE = 4 day,

leave



To wander away.”

‘lhe day is so fie

Said their Ma, “you may.

But, my children’ dear,

You must xof go near
the pool im the feld,

So deep and so clear.”

Then, om went the Abe
three,

As gay as could be,

And came to the pool



So glassy and cool.
57

And when they looked
in,

What, think you, saw
they?

Three other puppies!



* Let's join them at plays

They jumped from the brink,
And in they all fell,

But drowned they were not,
I’m happy to tell.

And when they got home,
All dripping and
cold,
Oh! didn’t their
mother
Both grumble





and scold!
M. S. H.
58

A REFRESHING DRAUGHT,

H, how hot the day had been! The sun

seemed bent on scorching up everybody
® and everything with his bright beams,
Scarcely a breath of air stirred the leaves
of the trees, and the pretty-winged butter-
flies and the great yellow buzzing bees
were flitting from flower to flower, and appeared the
only things at ease in the great heat. The horses
which were working in the hayfields looked hot and
tired, and now and then turned to their master with a
look that said they would be glad when their work was
done, and they could rest in their cool stable behind
the farmhouse.

At the end of the day, and just as the sun was losing
some of his power, and a pleasant breeze was blowing
across the fields, they were taken home. When the
farm was reached they walked straight through the
gate, and made for the trough in the corner of the yard.
They dipped their noses into the cool water and took
long draughts. Meanwhile their master was not for-
gotten, for, on hearing the clatter of the horses’ hoofs
over the stones, the farmer’s young daughter, with
kind forethought for his needs, had hastened to fetch
her father a mug of clear spring water, with which
he quenched his thirst. Both master and horses
realised what a blessing is pure cold water.






A REFRESHING DRAUGHT,
60

BUSY MOMENTS.

HEY were very busy! There
could be no doubt about that.
Tom, stripped of his jacket and
_ Waistcoat, was using the. besom”
with all his power, gathering the
dead and fallen leaves into heaps
in various parts of the large garden,
while Kittie his sister flitted about
amongst the flower-beds and into the hot-house water-
ing the plants, and tending them with gentle care.
After she had finished her part she went to help Tom,
holding the basket for him, while he swept each heap
into it.

“But,” I hear you saying, “ how is it that they are
doing such work?” TI will let you into the secret,
Mrs. Vincent, who lived at the “ Chestnuts,” had sent
to their mother, a poor widow, asking if they could be
spared for an hour or so to tidy up her garden, as old.
Jabez, her gardener, was ill again with an attack of his
old complaint, rheumatism, and the garden so quickly
got untidy.

The widow was very poor, and was only too glad for
her children to earn a little money now and then. So
she readily consented, and the next afternoon found the
three children at the “ Chestnuts "—Polly, who was
her mother’s ‘“ right-hand,” helping cook clean the cut-
lery, and Tom and Kittie giving their time to the garden.




















Just as Tom _ was
sweeping the last heap
into the basket, Polly
came to them carrying
a ‘Bundle ‘of faggots,
which had been given
her for her mother by
kind Mrs. Vincent, who,
besides this, sent the poor
widow man
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by the happy ;
children,

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“BUSY MOMENTS,”
62
A FLOATING HOME.



Ne doubt many of
my young readers
are familiar with the
subject of the picture
opposite. There are
the animals, two of
each kind—elephants,
giraffes, tigers, zebras,
ang many others, the names and forms of which would
perhaps be unknown to ws—entering the great ark,
where they have to live together for some time. And
why is it necessary for them to occupy one common
dwelling instead of roaming, as they usually do, over
God’s beautiful earth? You will see the reason for
this if you will turn to your Bible—the sixth chapter of
Genesis and the fifth verse. It says: “God saw that
the wickedness of man was great, and that the thoughts
of his heart were evil.” God was therefore angry
with these wicked people, and in order to punish
them, said He would send a flood to drown them—
animals, birds, and everything living upon the earth.
But there was one good man named Noah. The
Bible says that he was “a just man.” God did not
wish him to perish, so He commanded him to build
a huge ark, in which he was to dwell with his family
while the waters covered the earth. Noah was also
to take in with him two of every kind of beast, bird,
JAMES WALKER & CO DUBLIN

GOING





INTO THE ARK.

65

and creeping thing, so that the animal life might be
preserved. What a vast family must have been his |

When the ark, which was built like a large house on
a raft, was finished, and Noah and his family and the
animals were safely in, the rain commenced to fall. For
forty days and forty nights it rained without ceasing,
“and every living creature was destroyed which was
upon the face of the ground, and Noah only remained
alive, and they that were with him in the ark.” One
hundred and fifty days passed, and the waters had by
this time gone down so much that the ark rested
securely on the top of a mountain called Ararat, Each
day the waters sank lower still, and Noah sent out first
a raven and then a dove, to see if they could find dry
land. The raven flew round the ark for some time
and roosted at night on the mountain, while the dove
came back to the ark. Noah waited a little longer
and sent forth the dove again, and this time in re-
turning it brought an olive leaf in its beak. Once more
he set free the dove, and as it did not return again
Noah knew that it must have found a home amongst
the trees, and that the ground would soon be dry.

God now spoke to Noah and told him that it was
safe to leave the ark, where he had been sheltered for
so many days. And Noah brought out his wife and
family, and every living thing. God then promised never
to send another flood to drown the people, and as a
remembrance of this, He placed a beautiful thing in the
sky. This token of His promise was the rainbow.
66

Ay RAINY: DAY:

27Q ) ELL, I can’t help it! I do think it’s a.
â„¢ nuisance the rain coming down just at
this time! ”

The speaker, Ned Wilkins by name,
sat on a stool by the cottage door, with
his chin buried in his hands, and looked
quite glum and miserable. His sister

a Mary, who stood leaning against . the
door-post busily knitting, glanced down at her brother
very reproachfully for a moment before she replied,

‘¢ Ned, dear,” she said in soft tones, “« you know what
father said yesterday, that the farmers would give any-
thing for a good fall of rain, as the land was so dry ;
so how can you be so selfish as to wish it hadn’t
come! Besides, it may clear up by dinner-time,
and you will nét lose your game of cricket after all! ”

But the rain continued to patter down hour after
hour. At six o'clock Ned’s father came in from the
fields. ‘ Well, sonny,” he said, “aren’t you glad to
see this downfall? J am; for another week’s dry
weather would have spoiled the crops, and ‘Mr. Blake
told me that this would have meant his having to give
up the farm, and I should then have lost my situation.”
Ned hung his head in a shame-faced way, and when
he knelt at night by his little bed, he thanked God for
the rain, and asked His forgiveness for his selfish
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A RAINY DAY,
68

HETTY’S ESCAPE.




2 ETTY WILCOX was as a rule an obedient
child, and liked to please her mamma in
all things. But she had one fault which
brought her many troubles, and caused
2 her mamma many anxious moments. She
was very thoughtless !

Hetty loved her mamma dearly, and nothing gave
her greater pleasure than to go shopping with her.
Now, Mrs. Wilcox had often told Hetty that she must
keep close by her, and not stray away from her side.
But one afternoon, as they were walking along the busy
High Street, and mamma had stopped to look in a
draper’s shop, Hetty espied in a window of a toy shop
on the opposite side a largedoll. Without one thought |
of what her mother had told her, she rushed across the
road. What a grand lady the doll was! She must
bring her mamma over to see it. She turned to re-
cross the road, and had only got half-way when, to her
horror, she saw a bull, with flashing eyes and cruel-
looking horns, tearing along the road in her direction.
Almost scared out of her senses she dashed along, and
Iam afraid to think what would have happened if a
brave boy had not seized her in his arms and taken
refuge with her in a doorway till the animal passed.

Mamma did not chide her, but clasped her in a loving
embrace, with tears in her eyes. And when Hetty is
inclined to be heedless, she remembers those tears.














































































































































































































































































































































































































































“ALMOST SCARED OUT OF HER SENSES, SHE DASHED ALONG.”
70
OUR SAVIOUR’S BIRTHDAY.

JOST of you have read in the Bible the
story of our Saviour’s birth. You
will remember that Joseph and Mary
had journeyed from Nazareth to Beth-
Iehem,.to be taxed by the governor
of the country, When they reached
Bethlehem, all the houses and inns were full of people,
who had come for the same purpose, and there was
no room in the inn where Joseph and Mary wanted
to lodge. But the innkeeper allowed them to use
the stable at the back of the house, and it- was there,
amongst sheep and oxen, and with a manger for His
cradle, that the Blessed Saviour was born. Think of
that, children; Jesus Christ had left His beautiful home
in heaven to be born in a manger, and all for our sakes,

Now, in the fields close by, some humble shepherds
were keeping watch over their sheep at night, when
they saw a sight which filled them with awe and
wonder. ‘The sky suddenly grew bright, and a great
light flashed down upon them. They saw the heavens
open, and an angel appeared. At first they dared
not look up, and were sore afraid. But the angel told
them that they had nothing to fear, for he brought
them glad tidings. ‘For unto you,” he said, “is
born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which
is Christ the Lord.” And he told the shepherds
where they might find Him.






































“THEY FOUND THE BABE LYING





IN A MANGER.”
72

All at once a great number of angels came down
from the heavens, praising God, and singing : “ Glory
to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good-will
toward men.” And when this beautiful music had
ceased, and the wondrous sight had vanished, the poor
shepherds were anxious to see this Infant Child, and
worship Him. If you will read your Bible, you will
see it says that “they came with haste,” and found the
Babe, as the angel had told them, lying in a manger.
After they had seen our Saviour, they returned to the
fields and their sheep. But they did not forget the
things they had heard and the sights they had seen,
for they praised God and thanked Him for such a oreat
honour as that which He had given them. So this
was the first Christmas,

When each Christmas comes round, you’ must
remember that it ‘is Christ’s birthday, and, keeping in
mind what a great sacrifice He made for you and
all mankind, resolve each day to try and please Him
more and more,



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