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OUR MAY-DAY AT THE SOUTH.
Our in the woods we went to-day :
Mamma and Nannie, Freddie and May,
Charlie and I, and good old Tray,
Out in the greenwood to romp and play.
To-day, you know, is the first of May;
And we meant.to- be so jolly and gay,
And celebrate in so merry a way
That we could never forget this holiday.
So first we chose the loveliest queen,
The dearest and sweetest that ever was seen oe
For mamma herself was Her Highness Serene,
And we crowned her with rosebuds and evergreen.
Then we kneeled around and vowed to obey
All the laws she made, not only to-day,
But all the year through. Then she waved a spray
Of lilac bloom, and bade us all be gay.
Oh the games we played, and the races we run!
The bars we leaped, and the prizes we won!
Oh the shouting, the singing, the laughter and fun, —
It were. hard to tell who was the happiest one!
Then, rosy_and tired, we gathered around
Our beautiful queen on the mossy ground;
The hungriest group in the land, I’ll be bound,
As the sandwiches, cookies, and tarts went round.
When the sun was low and shadows were gray,
Down from her throne stepped our fair Queen of May,
And through the green fields led homeward our way,
While we gave her sweet thanks for this beautiful day.
L. A. B.G
Apowy the garden path they came
With rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, —
My little pets, with hearts intent. _#
On “giving Auntie a surprise!†'
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Hach mittened hand the handles grasped
_~ Of Bridget’s basket large and strong;
And scarce above the ground it swung,
_As maernily they trudged along.
“What have you there?†I gayly cried.
Rang out their voices sweet and clear,
“Oh! something very beautiful!
A present. for you, Auntie dear!
Youll want to eat it up, we know, |
And when it’s gone you’ll want some more;
For nothing half so sweet as this
- Was ever brought to you before!â€
a “Apples, or cakes, or pies, or nuts, —
_ What-can my present be?†asked I.
“OQ Auntie, you can never guess,â€
_ The children answered, ‘ ‘though you try!â€
And on they came, the merry rogues,
With dimpling cheeks and shouts of glee,
Till at my side they stood at last,
And offered their sweet gift to me.
. And would you know what ’t was I saw,
All nestled down ’mid blankets there
In that big basket? Can you guess?
Only the baby boy so fair!
The baby brother sound asleep ree eu i
In little cloak and hood so white!
From his new nest I lifted him,
And clasped my lovely present tight.
M. D. BRINE,
SNOWING. ~
SLtowLy down from the low-hung clouds
Flutter the flakes of snow,
Over the country and over the town,
Swept by the winds that blow.
Down, down, down, till the frozen earth
Glitters in dazzling white, —_
Till curves, and wreaths, and fleecy plumes
Are hung from every height.
Down till turret and church-spire blend ;
Down till the shadowy trees
Like white-robed guests, with outstretched
arms,
Wait in the wintry breeze.
Down they come in a feathery whirl,
Like sprites in an airy chase,
Till every tiny, separate flake
Has found its resting-place.
; ELIZABETH A, DAVIS,
Ry.
ry
“WHERE is the big dipper? †And Rose’s brown eyes
Looked wonderingly up to the star-sprinkled skies.
“You say there’s a dipper, and long handle, too.
I wish I could see it, dear mamma, don’t you?â€
“Come into the house, dear, your slate I will take;
And here, in their order, the stars I will make.
There —four for the dipper ; the handle has three, —
f am sure you can see it as plain as can be.
“ Now, let’s go out-doors, and once more I will try
To find that big dipper way up in the sky.
Four stars in the dipper, the handle has three.
Oh! yes, I can see it as plain as can be.â€
“But what's in the dipper? Do you s’pose it can be
Milk, water, or coffee, or chocolate,.or tea?
Is it full of rain-water? If so, where’s the pail?
Ts it full in the winter of ice, snow, or hail?â€
“Perhaps in that dipper, so wide and so deep,
The silver moon waters her little star sheep. :
Or it may be that angels, through long summer hours,
Store up in the dipper sweet dew for the flowers.â€
*O mamma! I know. You once told me that there,
Close, close to the dipper, is found the great bear,
And when he is thirsty, as quick as a wink
He takes the big dipper and has a good drink.â€
MARY A. ALLEN
‘
PET,
GRANDMA'S)
THE BUG WITH A MASK. —
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THERE is a- ae little creature: that wears a covering all†over =
his face just like a mask. - And what do: you think at 1s. for de Let S eS
us:see, és
"Perhaps you have seen the hesutitul aregou tie
that. look so much like humming-birds and butter-
flies too. They have broad wings, as thin as a fly's, -
that glitter like glass in the sunshine. Then hacks
oye are Just like blue steel: - : :
You will ce fod
the fields, or over ponds
and rivers. In the
country they are. “ealled
‘“devil’s ‘darning-nee-
dies,†because they are
so slender, perhaps. The
French people call them
“demoiselles,†which
-tneans ladies. :
Now this handsome,
-swilt ‘creature sTows
from an ugly bug, that
-erawls over the niud at the bottom of -
the pond. And this is the way it comes
about. on
- Little white eggs are laid on the water, the rip- -
ples carry them far away, and then they sink into the mud. =
The warm sun hatches them, and from each egg. creeps — a tiny
them in the hot- summer —
-months flying through =
_grub of a greenish color. They are hungry creatures, with very bad
hearts. They eat up every little insect that comes in their way.
They are very sly, too. They creep towards their oe as a cat
does when she isin search of arat.-
They lift their small hairy legs, as if they were to do the w a it
is not the legs, but the head that does it. Suddenly it seems to ope
and down drops a kind of visor with joints and hinges.
This strange thing is stretched out until it swings from the chin.
a Quick as a flash some insect is caught inthe trap and eaten.
This queer trap, or mask, is the under lip of the grub. Instead of —
being flesh like ours, it is hard and sore and large enough to†cover
_ the whole face.
It has teeth and muscles, and the grub uses it as a _ weapon
too.
It 1s ay a year before this ugly-looking grub a wings.
A little while after it is hatched, four tiny buds sprout from its
shoulders, just as you see them on the branch of a tree. These are
really only watery sacs at first. Inside of them the w ings grow
slowly until you can see the bright colors shining through.
Some morning this hairy-legged little bug creeps up a branch,
Then‘he shakes out his wings and, Hie onay into the air, a slender.
_ beautiful dragon-fly.
I have told you of the only creature in ‘the world that wears. thia
curious mask.
MRS. G. HALL
1 .
WHAT THE CHILDREN SENT TO CHINA =
Buzz and Bess- were at the sea-shore for the summer, All day. a
long they played and’ playe ed until the sun went. down. Bu liked “ se
to play with the little girls ; ; Bess was his sister, ; . See
One day they found a boat on the beach. ‘Tliey thought : would <-
be nice to send it to China. They had heard something about China .
being across the sea. Thelr SU e a ee
day-school teacher told them of = é Los Se
poor little oy also, who —
~lived -over the sea. pies
oO course’ they all. live a.
Chin: l, Said Besgo
“Yes, there isn’t any more
over the sea but. China,†said
- Flossie. | ae] ee
é ee us. ae this. boat and :
send them something nice.’
“So we will,†said Buzz;
© con ame good . to eat.â€
“Something to keep fo ever
and ever,†added Flossie.
_ The children-all went home to
get something for the poor China a De
children. Flossie brought a doll and some peaches. Bess had her
little arms. full of blocks and books. Buzz poe tye Lee Pops, a
Chinese puzzle, and some doughnuts.
“Won't they be pleased!†said Flossie, clapping cS hands,
“We must send them a letter,†said Bess.
« And write our names,’ ’ added ‘Buzz.
~ Bess ran for some paper : : oS
“You must write it, Flossie, for you rae the best letters.†So ae
. Hlossie wrote : —
DEER China Cuitprrn, — We ar sorry for u ‘and send
u sum of our ee We live in Boston.
-Fuossiz May, =
-Bussiz PaRKER, ~ 9 =~
i Buzz Parker.
The lide: put. the Totter where it would keep dry. They
pipned it in the doll’s dress. Then they pushed the boat ue from
the shor e, and saw it float on .
s “Tt 8 most to. China now,’ “said Bess, “80 let’ ® go and play elnreh.â€
““Tt’s only out to Egg Roek,†said Flossie. But they played
church, and soon forgot the-China children.
The next morning, while the little friends slept, an old fisherman
found the boat. It was drifting out to sea. He laughed a he
saw the toys. He carried them home to his children.
His little girl found the letter. When the fisherman’s wife read
it she said, “Bless their dear little hearts! They have made my
atts just aa mee | as any China children could be.â€
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‘ i TWENTY LITTLE POULTICES. : ae
Ir never would have happened if mother hed not gone awa yy and a
the twins had not been left by themselves because Hannah was
“preserving,†and if that grindstone had not been left out inthe
yard.
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~ But: mother had gone, Mennali was busy, the grindstotie was
there, and it did happen, —this naughty thing!
The twins were sitting on the doorstep, eating bread and “’servesâ€
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that Hannah had given them. tt was very warm and quiet, and
there was not a
thing todo. The
bees were busy
enough out there
in the clover ;
but then they
were bees, and
did not know
any better fun
than to work all
a
day. ee
Itwas Dell who
began it. She ~
always did begin’
things, and Bell
had to follow. -
She finished her |
bread first, and
sat’ trying to
think of some-â€
thing to play.
Then she saw
that grindstone, -
and said, ‘‘O Bell,
let’s grind!â€
_ Bell swallowed
her last bite
quickly, and fol-
lowed Dell to the
_ grindstone.
Now they did not-seem to remember that some one, mamma per-
__ haps,.had said, “ Never toueh the a little gir Is, †Bell did
begin to remeber olen suddenly, there was Del on that :
lovely stone with both hands Of course Bell had 1 get a knife
-and held it to grind.
They ground two knives, hich they got from the chen when
Hannal’s back was turned. Then: they ground the hoe till it was -
ae sharp,†and some of the points off the handsaw. Then. Bell
said, ‘‘Let’s grind our fingernails !†They turned the stone, and
had their fingers on it; and ‘at first it felt funny and “ ticklish.â€
‘When they stopped, oh dear !— the tips of every one of those poor
little fingers were sore indeed, for they had ground the akin right
off, and the blood came.
They ran erying to Hannah ; and what do you think she did? :
Why, she put a little poultice of bread and milk on ey ery, one of .
those fingers and thumbs on each naughty hand. -
The twins were so ashamed to have. mamma see’ those: hands, -
when they had promised to be so good! When she came home at —
might, two sorry little girls met her, with their hands behind their
. poe and when she: asked “what was the matter with her birdies,â€
ay ce held up mone ten — no — twenty little’ ‘poultices,
£. 8. TUCKER,
HE sheep hurry home,
The cows gladly stay
{ Shutupintheir stable
- - To munch the dry hay.
Hew fast the eee fall
‘The trees are soon covered,
_ The fences are white.
But Herbert and John
And Charlie and Joe =H
~ Run hither and thither,
' And laugh at the snow.
They are so happy
That winter's begun;
_ They like the rough weather,
_,. The sports and the fun. =<
‘Their sleds are in order,
New-painted and bright;
No wonder the owners
Are wild with delight.
Tomorrow the hills
All over the town -
' Will be lively with coasters
That race up and down.
©, how fast the flakes fall
From morning till night,
The ground is deep-covered,
The whole earth is white. |
=-M.E.N, H.
On the left and the right; --
‘
Ghe Stolen Caves.
yO stole my beautiful leaves?â€
Whispered the old Oak-tree;
“West-wind, South-wind, look
for the thieves! _
Find them, and bring them to me.â€
“Not I,†said North-wind; “oh, no,
I would not treat an old friend so;
I found them lying upon the ground,
Brown and dead, and I carried them round
To bring them to life
In the autumn sun,
But I did not steal
_A single one.’
“Not J,†said North- wind;: ‘‘oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so.â€
_ “Who stole my beautiful leaves?â€
Said the weeping Willow tree;
“West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me,’
“Not I,†said the Frost; “oh! no,
I would not treat an old friend so;
i covered them over with crystals white, _
And talked with them in the cold moonlight,
Till I felt the breath
Of the morning sun,
But I did not else
A single one.’
“Not I,†said the Frost; “oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so. ns
“Who stole my beautiful leaves?â€
Said the shivering Maple-tree;
“West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me.â€
“Not I,†said the Sun; “oh! no, .
I would not treat an old friend so;
I painted your leaves all scarlet and green,
With rows of crimson and gold between,
“West-wind, South-wind,
And I saw them fade |
Ere my work was done, .
But I did not take
A single one.’
“Not ap said the Sun; “oh! nO
I would not-treat an old tree so.’
4
“Who stole my peatetl vere
Echoed the Poplar-tree; ee
took for the
thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me.’
“Not I,†said the Rain; ‘oh! no, .
I would not treat an old friend so;
I mixed the shades of green and of gold
For the Sun to use, and I always told
The little rain-drops
Which way to run,
_ But I did not take
_ Asingle one.â€
“Not I,†said the Rain; “oh! no,
I would not treat an old: tree so.’
“O Maple, Willow, and Oak,
No one stole your beautiful leaves:
West-wind, South-wind, pitying said;
“North-wind, Frost, Sun, are not. thieves;
They are dead, the Snow-flakes say;
I tell the tale another way:
Waiting in silence under the snow,
Are the souls of the leaves that shall upward
grow
In the resurrection
Of the spring;
When violets bloom
And robins sing,
And new life your heart receives,
To your arms will =pUne the beautiful leaves!†a
1
@® C@hristmas Garol.
i | E’RE little lads and lassies gay,
' Pray to our song give ear;
\). We've come a long and snowy way _
> Losing of Christmas cheer.
There’s no day hale SO dear and giad
Alike to young and old;
We pray that no one may be sad,
Nor lack for want of gold.
That each may have a merry heart
_ To greet this merry day, .
And pass a happy greeting on
To all who come their way.
For Christmas is no time for woe,.
’Tis a day for joy and cheer;
[t comes with wreathing greens and snow
To round the happy year.
§&
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Grace (dp. |
fF 4 brave, little man,
‘And laugh if you can:
‘Tis hard to endure,
But crying wont cure:
Nor plasters, nor pills
Can heal all life’s ills:
While pluck will do more
Than groans by the score.
Brace up, little man,
And laugh if you can.
See a —Je5.
~ -“Pheir
| Haw Tey Bo tHe" Stor Spomnylee Banner when Lencolwes Lravguratee.
“ By THomas Nasr.
Te: W AS in Washington a few days prior to the
inauguration of Lincoln in 1861, having been
~ sent -by the Harpers to take sketches when
_ that event should come off. I did nothing but
walk around the city and feel the public pulse, so
to speak. There ~vas no necessity of saying
anything to anybody. You intuitively recognized
that trouble was
sworn that Lincoln
brewing. Many. people had
should not be inaugurated.
utterances had fired the Northern heart,
_and the people loyal to the old flag were just as
determined that the lawfull y elected President
should be inaugurated, though blood should flow
=n the attempt. It was an ‘awful time,
Little
con yersing together
looked different from what they do now.
Icnots,of men could be seen
in whispers on street-corners, and even the whisper s
ceased whena person unknown to them approach-
ed. liv ery hody seemed to suspect'every one else.
Women looked-askance at eachother, and children
obliged to be out, would skurry home asif frightened,
probably having been given warning by their
parents. The streets at night, for several nights
prior to the inaugural ceremonies, were practically
a hush over
of death
floating before
_deserted. . There was everything.
Tt seemed to me that the shadow was
hovering near. 1 had. constantly
my eyes, sable plumes and trappings of woe. I
could hear dirges constantly, and thought for
awhile . it T would have to leave the place or go
I knew all these sombre
CTAZN. thoughts
but imagination, but [also knew that the some-
thing which had influenced my imagination was
tangible, really existed. The 4th of M arch came
and Mr. Lincoln wasinaugurated quietly and with-
out ostentation.
it became known that Mr. Lincoln had reall y been
inducted into office, there went up a savage snarl
an oath would have precipitated a conflict.
People -
were
After the services were over and
Ones.
The
It was answered by just as savage
from the disaffected snatl was
infectious.
growls all over
g
Pe Eline But nothing was said.
oA -sincle: yell of defiance, a pistol-shot, or even
Men
simply glared at each other and enashed their
teeth, but were careful not to rit them so 1t could
be heard. went to my room in tl e Willard and
couldi’t work.
- At ‘Je
sat down to do some, work. I
The stillness was oppresives ASb rst dozen
times I picked up my pencils only to throw. them.
the
-side of me
Walking didn’t relieve the
strain. I sat
down again. le got up and paced floor
nervously. I-heard mén-on either
doing the same thing.
severe mental
down in my chair
and pressed my head to my hands. Suddenly £
. heard awindow go up-and some one step out on—
the balcony of the Ebbitt ITouse, directly opposite.
«What
Ll asked myself, and I suppose
Everybody in the hotels had heard him.
is he going to do?â€
every one else propounded the same mental inter-
We hadn’t to wait lone.
gatory.
sing the “Star Spangled Bannerâ€
He began ta
ina clear, strong
One
voice. ‘The effect was magical, electrical.
window went up, and another, and then another,
and heads popped out all over the neighborhood.
People began to stir on A crowd
The grand old song was taken up
the strects.
soon gathered.
and sung by thousands.
“The spell was broken,
and when the song was finished, tongues were
The
on my door and
loosened, and cheer after cheer rent: the air.
man rooming next to me, rapped
insisted that | should take a walk with him. As
we passed along the corridors we were joined by
others, men wi ld with jov, some of them weeping
and throwing their arms around each other’s neck.
Others were singing, and all were happy.
Washington was Steele again. The “Star Span-
gled Banner †had saved it..
By Martin L. Wituisron, -
HERE was never a nation so nobly born as
The story. of its morning
time is beyond compare in all that moves
the higher emotions to admiration and joy.
The Fathers were patient, but they were as
steadfast as they were calm, and as heroic as they
were enlightened.
for liberty for a long while.
derness had proved a rare school for those virtues
that make self-reliant men and women. The
wrestle with peril and difficulty had never ceased
. from the hour when the first†comers set foot on
_ these western shores, till the guns flashed at fateful
- Lexington, and ushered in the morning of nation-
_al independence. A hardy race had grown to.
power here, a people “who knew their rights,
and knowing dared maintain.†The world has
neyer seen three million people better fitted to
take care of themselves, or more disposed to do it,
than those sturdy colonists, who flamed into an-
ger at the first suggestion that they were not free-
men, and who were ready to brush kings and
lords out of the way, on the first sign that they
meant to put a yoke on their necks. They defied
tyranny, with guns in their Hands, and with a
will that nothing could weaken. Their unbend-
our America.
ing courage at last brought the royal armiés
.
They had been in training
The American wil-.
1
scowling across the seas, and Boston was stamped
upon by an insolent soldiery of aliens. _ at
_ The immediate accident that caused the clash
between the colonies and the kingdom, was a
small king, a crowned insignificance, who unfor-
tunately imagined himself greater than the people
who had crowned him. This was George the
Third, a trifling person, who had the vanity of a
monarch, and the peculiar graces of the mule.
He came to the English throne, October 26th,
1760. Like kings in general, proud but poor, he -
wanted money with which to make fine houses
and foolish wars. He proposed to take the need-
ed cash largely from the Americans, without ask-
ing their leave. “They shall pay me a shilling
or more, every time any of them make a business -
contract, or buy a cask of sugar or a chest of tea.’ -
So he printed a vast number of bits of paper,
marked “Royal Stamp,†and sent them across the
sea by the cart-load, having first forced his craven
Parliament to pass a law, commanding that the
suitable stamp should be placed on every package
of merchandise sold in the colonies, and upon ey-
ery document in law used by an American, on
penalty of forfeiting the goods to the Govern-.
ment, or having the trade pronounced void,
The stamps were of fifty-four different kinds,
_and varied in cost from six cents te ten dollars.
_ This law, known as the “Stamp Act,†passed
_ March 26th, 1765, put all America in a rage.
The entire people flashed into fierce resistance.
The king’s officers dared not attempt to enforce
the law. Nobody would use the stamps.
Powerful voices rang through the land, with
threatening arid rebellious words. han Otis
and Henry, thundered with indignation, and
all the people said, “Amen,â€
LEXINGTON.
BAT TLE OF
The king answered with anger. He soon re-
Infamous laws were
more
solved on more abuses.
pushed through the British Parliament;
soldiers were sent to trample on the Americans,
and it soon became plain that king and people,
were arrayed in an enmity that. would ruin the
one or the other. At Lexington came the first
_ great crash, April 19th, 1775, where the farmer
fought the soldier, and the flame of patriotic
wrath broke forth, that wrapped the continent in
the blaze of sudden war. Then Bunker Hill,
with its smoking crest, where two hours of fierce
valor and repeated victory, announced to an as-
tounded world that the American would never
suffer himself to be chained to a king’s throne,
nor surrender the right to rule himself by laws
of his own making. Wonderful those .passion-
ate days, where simple manhood rose to. celes-
tial heights of sacrifice and daring, where the
: rights. of common mén were counted sacred as the
rights of God, and the suffering of the free brought
the salvation of the throngiag generations yet
— convenience, not their master.
eee
to be. Great names blazed out against the
heavens of fame—Putnam—Prescott—-Stark— ~
Schuyler—Greene—-Morgan—Lee—Washington,
heroes of the sword, bold champions of conflict
and dread victory—Jefferson—Adams— Franklin
—Morris—Jay, wise leaders, tried servants of the
people, guides of truth and reason, WI the
dark years rolled by. ‘
Soon -sounded the glorious ue of the “im-
mortal declaration,â€
free as had never rung through the corridors of
This “Declaration of Independence†said,
such a clarion-cry of the
time.
_as no human speech had ever proclaimed it, that :
man was next to God in spiritual worth, that
the personal soul was the one reality of high |
concern on all this planet, that kings and priests —
are slight things when standing between man
and his rights, and that government is the people’s
Such a- sermon
was never read to the proud and titled of the
earth, as the fathers published to humanity in the
exultant and explosive Fourth of July.
But words alone could not achieve our liber-—_
ties; struggle and anguish, toil and blood, and the
rain of tears, were the price, and year rolled red
on suffering year, with ever-growing anguish of
the children of liberty.
Battle followed battle in solemn succession Of
triumph and defeat. The world looked on, mar-
MONMOUTH.
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velling, while the patriots struck blow on blow
with unlingering valor, and conquered the res:
pect ef evew their haguhty enemy.
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OBERT E UL STON,
teen years of a age, constructed paddle
wheels which he successfully applied
to a fishing boat. He came into this
world in Little
“now called’
:
Britain township,
Fulton, — - Lancaster
county, “Pa., sometinie in the year 17055 with
an inborn love for mechanics and engineering.
‘The above 2 shows how, early he began to
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make a prac cee yplication 0 f his mechanical
genius. ° =
As lie grewup, he deyelopeda love for painting
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the pupil of a Lon-
& don. ie ie ca and- Karl Stan
hope,- were among inguished (patrons.
Both of these noblemen became renowned for
their, interest in the practical arts; one of them
“through the constructton: of the well-known,
Bridgewater Canal, the other through the inven-
tion of the Stanhope printing press.
“Ful-
ton’s He
presented plans for the improvement of canal
roy SN ; ering 1 Beek .
Through contact with these eminent men,
mechanical talents were developed. '
navigation, and obtained several patents for
* eri os a†z
inventions-of various kinds.
In 1693, Fulton began to turn his attention to ~
Steam navigation but did not bring anything to
perfectionat that early period,
Piccadilly, was the first to
Joseph Bramah, of
attempt the connection of a steam engine with
the screw propeller and patented. his invention.
May 9-4
have oper erated a kind of
Potomac, although nothi ng
_ the matter. in 1787 he had constructed a vessel
through which a stream of water was poured frem
steamboat on the
definite is. known of
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when only thir--
795. In 1785, James Rumsey was said to.
vessels of steel 1
fei
the bow to the
stern of the boat directly into the —
river, ae
thus forcing it ahead.
In September in 1785 and again in August, - :
+787, John Fitch made-an exhibition of a steam:
boat on.the Delaware river which attained a speed |
Other |
constructed by other inventors, «
of eight miles an hour in dead water.
“steamboats were
the entire number reaching fifteen.
utility. _
But none of —
After a==
working of
them proved to be. practical
series of successes and reverses on the
Fulton finally built the Clermont and
on August 11, 1807,
City to A
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bered. — Gi
cheer as fa
steamboats,
she began her journey from
New York Ibany.
the trial was long to be remem- ©
“eat ed to jeer or ~
hes
crowds were gather
lure or suecess should ensue.
passeng are on board, having paid fourteen ~
dollars for the round trip... The wheels were -
)
stat red,
the boat moved; cheers then rent the air.
But suddenly the wheels ceased to revolve. Then
groans and hisses were poured out by the excited:
e boat~
swings outinto the river, plows her way resoltitely _
bystanders. But now they move again, th
inst wind and tide, and a mighty hurrah rends. |
She made the trip.
The -
end for which poor Jolin Fitch, who had died
the air. ‘The victory 1s won.
to Albany and back in seventy-two hours.
through poison taken in despair, and for which
others had. toi “The:
Clermontavent up the river and into history, and
led in vain, was reached.
Fulton’s name became immortal.-
The cut shows-the primitive character of this —
in such -.
floating. palaces†of
first successful steamboat which stands
marked contrast with “the
our lakes and rivers, and with those magnificent
racing over the Atlantic in a few -
brief days.
“The pulses of whose iron hearts is beating tise
- the storm,â€
COUBAT IX THE JONELE.
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THE FERRY FOR SHADOWTOWN.
LILLIAN Dy RICE.
CAWAY to and fro in the twilight gray,
S This is the ferry for Shadowtown:;
£ always sails at the end of day,
Just as the darkness is closing down.
Rest, little head, on my shoulder, so;
A sleepy kiss is the only fare;
Drifting away from the werld we go,
Baby and I in the rocking-chair,
See, where the fire-logs glow and spark,
Glitter the lights of the Shadowland;
The winter rain on the window — hark!
Are ripples lapping upon its strand.
. There, where the mirror is glancing dim,
A lake lies, shimmering, cool and still;
Blossoms are waving above its brim—
Those over there on the window-sill.
Rock slow, more slow, in the dusky light;
Silently lower the anchor down.
Dear little passenger say, ‘‘ Good-night,â€
We've reached the harbor of Shadowtown,
A TRUE HERO.:
‘RUSSELL KH. CONWELI,
'P was in the eray of the early morning, in
i the season of Lent. Broad Street, from
Fort Hill to State Street, was crowded with
hastening worshipers, attendants on early
chureh. Suddenly a passer-by noticed tiny
wreaths and puffs of smoke starting from the
shingles of the roof upon a large warehouse.
The “great structure stood upon the corner,
silent, belted, and tenantless; and all the
windows, save a small, rough light in the
upper story, were closely and securely coy-
ered with heavy oe Then came’ a
flash, like the lightning’s glare, through the
frame of the little gable window, and then
another, brighter; ghastlier,
longed. ‘* Fire!†wes Fine 1? screamed the
throng. Great bells with ponderous tongues
repeated the cry, and brave firemen leaped
upon engines and hose-carriages, and rattled
into the street.
Soon the roof of the burning warehouse
was drenched with floods of water, poured
upon it from the hose of. many engines, and
the surging multitude. in Broad Street. had
grown to thousands of excited spectators.
The engines puffed and hooted che retreat.
As far as one could see, the streets were
erowded with living human flesh and blood.
«My God! my God!†said the engineer.
ae What can be done? What can be done!â€
cs
and more pro-
© What can be done? T’ll tell you what
ean be done,†said one of Boston’s firemen,
whose hair was not yet sprinkled with gray.
«< Yes, bring out that powder! And Tm the
man to doit. Better one man perish than
perish all. Follow me with the water, and,
if God lets me live ae enough, Vl have it
owt,†Perhaps as the hero rushed into the
burning pile, into darkness of smoke and
withering heat, he thought of the-wite and
children at home, of the cheeks he had
kissed in the evening, of the cheerful good-
bye of the prattling ones, and the laugh as he
gave the “last tag†; for, as he rushed from
the hosemian who tied the handkerchief over
his mouth, he muttered, “‘ God care for my
little ones when I am gone.â€
into the flame of the rear store rushed the
hero, and groping to the barrels, rolled them
speedily into the alley, where ee the
stream from the engines; rushing back and
‘forth with power stiperhuman, in. the deep-
-est smoke, while deadly harpoons loaded te
pierce the whales of the Artic seas began te
explode, and iron darts flashed by him in all
directions, penetrating the walls and piercing:
the adjacent buildings. But as if his heroie
soul was a charm impenetrable, neither har-
poon nor bomb, crumbling timbers. nor
showers of flaming brands, did him aught of
injury, beyond the scorching of his hair and
eyebrows, and the blistering of his hands
and face, *Lwas a heroic deed! Did ever
field of battle, wreck, or martyrdom show
a braver ?
TWO LITTLE GIRLS.
KNOW a little girl
(You? O, no!) pi
Who, when she’s asked to go to bed,
Does just so-
She brings a dozen-wrinkles out
And t.kes the dimples-in ; j
She puckers up her pretty lips,
And then she does b>gin -—
*°Oh, dear me! I don’ i see why —
All the others sit, up late,
And why can’t 1?â€
Another little girl I know,
With curly pate,
Who says: ‘‘ When Pm a great big girl,
VU sit up late ;
But mamma says ‘twill make me BOW
To be an early bird.â€
So she and dolly trot away
Without another word.
Oh, the sunny smile and the eyes so blue 1
- And—and— —why, yes, now I think of it.
She looks like you !
LBAP PROG,
HE KNEW, HIS PLACE, |
NE day at Blair Athol, the Duke of
Athol, having entertained a large party
at dinner, produced in the evening many
curious and interesting family relics for
their inspection, among them a small watch
which had belonged to Charles Stuart, and
had been given by him to one of the duke’s
ancestors, When the company were on the
point of departing, the watch was: suddenly
missed, and was searched for in vain upon
the table and about the apartments. The
duke was exceedingly vexed, and declared
lost watch was the one he most valued. ‘The
guests naturally became uncomfortable, and
eyed each other suspiciously. No person
was present, however, who could possibly be
suspected, and courtesy forbade any further
step than the marked expression of the noble
host’s extreme annoyance and distress. The
guests departed for their homes in an unen-
viable state of mind, and the mysterious
disappearance of the royal relic was a subject
of discussion for several months in society.
A year afterward, the duke being again at
Blair Athol, while dressing for dinner, felt
in the breast pocket of a coat which his
- valet handed to him something which proved
‘to be the missing watch. “Why,†ex-
elaimed his grace, ‘‘ here’s the watch we
hunted in vain. for everywhere last year!â€
“Yes, .sir,†replied the valet, gravely; “I.
saw your grace ‘put it in your pocket.â€
“You saw me put it in my pocket, and
never mentioned it! Why didn’t you speak
at once and prevent all that trouble and
unpleasant feeling?†‘I didna ken what
might hae been your grace’s intentions,â€
was the reply of the faithful and discreet
Highlander, who saw everything, but ‘said
nothing unless he was directly interrogatéd,
HOW TO DEAL WITH MEMORY.
THOMAS YULLER,
GURST, soundly infix in thy mind what
' thou desirest to remember. What wor-
der is ib if agitation of business jog that out
of thy head which was there rather tacked
~ than fastened? It is best knocking in’ the
nail over night, and clinching it the next
morning,
Overburden not thy memory to make so
faithful a servant a slave. Remember, Atlas
was weary. Have as much reason as a
ea
camel, to rise when thou hast thy full losd.-
Memory, like a purse, if it be overfull thag ~_
it cannot shut, all will drop out of it; take
heed of a gluttonous curiosity to feed on
many things, lest the greediness of the ap-
petite of thy memory spoil the digestion
thereof.
Marshal thy notions into a handsome
method. One will carry twice more weight
trussed and packed up in bundles, than
when it lies untoward, flapping and hanging -
Things orderly fardled . —
-up under heads are most portable. - Ese
that of all the articles he had exhibited, the ~
about his shoulders.
VENERATION FOR THE BIBLE. _
mes JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. z
a great is my veneration for the Bible
that the earlier my children begin to
read it, the more confident will be my hopes
“that they will prove useful citizens to their
country and respectable members of society,
CHRISTMAS BELLS,
J. G, WHITTIER,
Nf vain shall waves of incense drift
The vaulted nave around;
- In vain the minster turret lift —
lis brazen weights of sound.
The heart must ring thy Christmas bells,
Thy inward altars raise; -
tis faith and hope thy canticles,
And its obedience praise!
JOSEPHINE’S TWELFTH-NIGHT BALL.
OU should have been at Josephine’s
. ‘Pwellith-Night ball. It was a most
brilliant affair. It wasin honor of Josephine’s
eleventh birthday, and the guests were all in
beautiful-costumes. Josephine was dressed
as Queen Elizabeth, arid she made a- lovely
queen, with little Belle Perry as herpage, and.
then there were all sorts of people repre-
sented: he Queen of Spain, and Midship-
man Hasy, Lord Loyelace and Sir Thomas
Wyatt; and little Minnie Kelly was dressed
as a policeman, and a dear little policeman
she made. We had dancing and music, and
the loveliest supper- at 10 o’clock, and then
Josephine’s papa gave each one of us a por-
trait of Josephine in her lovely ball dress.
I don’t expect I shall ever enjoy a ball so
much in all my life. Do you see that sweet-
looking girl dressed as a courtier in the
right-hand corner of the picture? Well,
that’s me, Sr
!
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~The Boys in Blue and Grey.
ERE, where no more the sound of
: strife
| Shall vex the dreamer’s rest—
' Here, where no more the cross of
oe ite.
Shall weigh the tired breast—
Here, where no dread of toilsome march _
_ The sleeper’s dream shall mar—
And where no cloud in yon blue arch
' Foretells the storm af war—
flere, where reveille ne'er is heard
To herald dawn of day,
Naught but the song of some wild bird,
The sound of leaves at play:
In memory of those days gone by,
Whose sun has long time set,
But left such glory on our sky
As we can ne’er forget— __
. We bring the treasures of the spring,
The garlands of the May,
Frail emblems of the lovés that cling
To joys long passed away. ae
_ How little time ago it seems
Since they were by our side!
Ah! how we shared their golden dreams
With mingled love and pride. .
Now from the hall and cottage nook
The golden dream is fled,
A sacred spell endears the book
These glowing eyes have read:
The vacant chair doth still recall
“A face we loved so well,
The fire-lit picture on the wall
Hath, too, its tale to tell.
We look the lonely vista down,
We face the lonely years,
And in our country’s iris crown
We see qur country’s tears.
What noble aims, what manly grace.
What generous strife and will!
Lo, over all the darkened place
Are voices never still.
We saw the lights of battle gleam
Like phantoms thtough the night;
Wesaw, as in a troubled dream
The war-cloud’s dusky light.
We saw the smoky column bend,
Toward the southern coast,
Our brother, husband, sire and friend,
Mergedin the eas, host.
Brave men, they battled for their aa
And bore her colors high; ‘
‘They stood as one, a loyal band,
That dared to do or die.
Undaunted by war's rude alarms,
With faces to tha foe,
They met amid the rush of arms
The death that heroes know.
They watched at gloomy prison bars—
Too late their slow parole;
Not theirs to greet the flag of stars,
Nor win the victor’s goal. -
Scarred by the battle’s wild affray,
Came home the good and brave,
To sadly die so far away
From all they hoped to save.
For them to feel love’s clinging hand,
‘To see love's untold woe,
Yet dying, bless their native land;
Such strength may heroes know! |
What years of conflict and of pain,
Of watching and of dread,
Ere peace once more come back again?
She didnot bring our dead.
She. br ought our banner, consecrate
. By battle’s fire of hell,
_ She crowned our dear old Ship of State,
This land we love so well.
She sang the victory they sought,
The song they longed to sing,
But O, we turned from.all she brought
To what she could not bring:
Of all the fields in battle won,
By gallant heroes trod,
Full well we knew that there are none
Dear as these fields of God.
Here sleep the boys that wore the blue—
The boys who wore the gray—
And o’er their graves again we strew
The flowers of peace to-day.
For nature, near the Eternal Caim,
‘Would shame all strife of ours;
She speaks her gentle words of balm
And calls o’er both jer flowers
She bids her sunbeams. as they he
@’er each low bed to fall,
And teaches of such love divine
As shall forgive us ail.
Sleep on, brave boys, full well we know
That One doth watch above,
Who counts the weary life-drops flow,
The burning tears of love.
Then odorous breath of blossoms Bow
Like incense round a cross,
And say to hearts long bowed with woe:
Ours is one common loss!
The sad pines tell it to the seas, —
The seas bear on the moan,
It sounds through air, magnolia trees
In minor undertone.
The Baltic answers to the Rhine:
“Our heroes, too, were there!â€
Across the seas our hands entwine—
The common grief to share.
We search along the midnight skies
The promise of the morn,
We strive to find through tear-blind eyes
The strength of sorrow born,
We know the rootlet in the mold
We pass with careless eyes,
May rainbow tints of light unfold
And prove a world’s surprise.
We know the violet caught her blue -
From storm and fiery sun;
We know the daisy’s dainty hue
From rain-beat clods was won.
And so may God’s transforming hand
With master might imbued,
From out the discords of our land i
Evolve the ideal good.
And thus we count our nation blest
Since Freedom’s fires still glow,
Though sprang the lilies of her crest
From battle’s crimson flow.
Our God is kinder than our fears—
Praise him that war may cease,
That love may crown our hundred vests
With all the joys of peace.
—NMrs. Pror. J. B. ‘PEULING
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Two voices cry, “Be oad papa, ee:
Don’t work too hard to-day oe:
And I turn to see the waving ae lee :
ZOE aa little Beth oad Faye.
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‘Two
girls of bright and sunny.
hair,
Of deep and thoughtful eyes; os
And in their voices, touched with a
love, eee
What tender magic lies!
‘All day, along-the crowded street,
Within the busy town,
I seem to hear their voices sweet;
They chase me up and down:
- And their dear words of warning love
Voie riireie where er Ll go: :
oo _ They mean. far more, far more to me Dee :
oe es “Than those who speak them know... a as,
Have I no helping hand to. reach a a S
Out to my. brother's need? < Pe oe Se)
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Do I seek my gain by others’ loss?
Am I led to some wrong deed?
Do temptations press, within, without?
Do wrong impulses urge?
Of some dishonorable act
Stand I upon the verge?
Then comes that message soft and clear,
From the dear home tiles away,
“Be good, papa, be good, papa,â€
The childish woices say. -
‘There rise before my faltering eyes
My little Beth and Faye.
I feel I dare not do -the wrong;
I dare mot. 0 astray. ne 5
aoe d : FRANK FOXCROFT, in Our Little Ones.
~ STRAYED
STRAYED OR STOLEN,
i JOHN ERNEST McCANN.
H's any one seen a pair of eyes :
As blue as the sea ’neath Grecian skies,
And 2, sweet red mouth, and teeth like pearl?
Well they belong to my little girl.
She strayed away with a little pout,
And I don’t know what it is all about;
i would give my life, were my life all bliss,
To feel again on my cheek her kiss,
She strayed away on a summer morn,
When only the ghost of storm was born
And it was born in her eyes of blue—
IT don’t know what in the world to de
Without her smile and her soft caress,
snd her-presence my days and life to bless,
She was'so fair, delicious, and sweet, ;
That my heart never knew *twas beneath her feet, ©
D1 she was so sweet—and she was so fair,
With her lovely eyes and her soft, warm hair,
And her dear little hands that fiuttered so,
In which the dimples would come and go
‘When she opened them wide or shut them tight.
‘When love or storms made her pink or white,
There is only this: I must pray to Him
To send her back in the twilight dim.
LORD SHAFTESBURY AND THE
LITTLE GIRL. 5
On wet, foggy, muddy day a little girl.
was standing on oneside of the streetin
London waiting for an opportunity to cross
ovér. “Those who have seen London streets
en such a day, with their wet and mud, and
haye watched the rush of cabs, hansoms,
omnibuses and carriages, will not wonder
that a little girl should be afraid to try to -
make her way through such a Babel as that.
So she walked up and down, and looked
inte. the facesof those who passed by. Some
looked careless, some harsh, some were in
haste; and she-did not find the one she.
sought until at length an aged man, rather
tall and spare, and of grave, yet kindly
aspect, came walking down the street.
Looking in his faceshe seenied to see in him
the one for whom she had been waiting, and
‘she went up to him and whispered timidly,
* Please, sir, will you help me over?’
The old man saw the little girl safely
across tlie street, and when -he afterward
sold the story, he said, ‘*That little girl’s
trust isthe greatest compliment I ever had
in my life.â€
That man was Lord Shaftesbury. He
yeceived honors at the hands of a mighty
nation; he was complimented with the free-
dom of the greatest city on the globe; he
_Yrecelvet the honors conferred by royalty;
_ C\PEAK kindly in the morning. ©
OR STOLEN.
hut the greatest compliment he ever had in
his life was when the little unknown girl.
singled. him out in the jostling crowd of a
London street, and dared to truss him, a
stranger though he was, to protect and assis
her.
A SHORT SERMON FROM A SHORT
TERE:
“BE KIND ONE TO ANOTHER.—Eph. vi: 32
& will
. > lighten all the cares of the day, turn sor-
rowinto gladness, make household, protes-
- sional, and all other affairs move along more
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smoothly, giving peace to the one who thug
speaks, and grateful joy to him who hears.
Speak kindly at the evening hour, foritmay
be that before the dawn of another day some
tenderly loved one may finish his or her span
of life for this world; then it will be too late
to retract an unkind word, or even seek fore
siveness for an injury inflicted upon the heart
of a loved friend departed. . Remember that
ind. words can never die.
WHEN THE BABY WAS SICK.
: EVA. WILDE M’GLASSON.
(Ay HEN the baby wuz sick, I tell yeh the days
Fergot ‘et they ever could fly,
An’ acted right like they wuz clipped 7i
the wings,
The way they went crawfishin’ by. :
_An’ gran’pappy’s clock on the landin’ yeh see
Hz yeh come up the steers f’om the hall, ,
Felt mean ez the rest 0’ the family, an’ streiz
Bout like it wasready to bawl..
When the baby wuz sick thar wuz maw an’ paw,
.An’ sister an’ mean’ my wile,
Went tip-tocin’ round with faces ez peak’d
iz a passel o’ ghosts kem to life;
An’ ye spoke in the way ye h’ve heard folks speak
Tn a room whar thar’s somethin’ dead,
An’ the women folks sniflled a heap—an’, well ~~
My eyes an’ pap’s wuz red. :
When the baby wuz sick, our old maltee cat
With the white strip crossin’ her face,
Picked up an’ put out, fer she seemed to sense
Thar wuz somethin* wrong on the place;
. An’ the yeller houn’ dog let loose an’ yowled
Thro’the hull of the night—the limb--
TillT jes strek out an’ natchedly wiped
The barnyard up with him,
When the baby wuz sick, an’ the doctor would
come,
We’d all keep a-scrougin’ around, so
A-countin’ our breaf, while he counted the pulse,
Watchin’ outef he smiled or he frowned;
An’ the day when he’lowed in his gruffy old voice
Thet the danger was over an’ done, g
We gripped thet old man round the neck an’ we
says, :
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“TESUS, TENDER. SHEPHERD,
HEAR ME.â€
= " - MARY LUNDIE DUNCAN.
ESUS, tender Shepherd, hear me,
Bless Thy little lamb to-night :
‘Through the darkness be Thou near me;
Keep me safe till morning light. â€
Through this day Thy hand hath led me,
And f bless Thee for Thy care; ~
- Thou hast clothed me, warmed me, fed me,
Listen to my. evening prayer.
May my sins be all forgiven,
- Bless the friends I love so well;
ake me, when I die, to heaven,
Happy there with Thee to dwell.
THE BIRTHPLACE OF JESUS AS IT.
- APPEARS TO DAY.
NE of the best views of the city is to be
had from the Campanile of the Church
eithe Annunctation. In the distance isthe
brow of the hill to which Jesus was led by
the enraged multitude who attempted to
throw him from it. A modern house in the
foreground brings to mind the time when
they uncovered the roof and let down the
bed_whereon the sick of the palsy lay.
must be very much the same kind of house
asthat historical one at Capernaum. There
is the peculiar roof, and there are the out-
side stairs leading tothe roof. The Hastern
householder makes his roof serve for more
fhan a protection from the weather. It is
the piazza, the quiet place of the dweller,
and sometimes it becomes hig summer resi-
dence. Asarule it is not very heavy or
yery strong. Rafters are thrown across from
wall to wall, say a yard apart; then the whole
space is covered with twigs such as we saw
the wien selling in the market place. On
these the slender limbs of trees are thrown
and thickly coated with mortar. Lastly, a
thick spread of earth is thrown on, rolled to.
a level, and oftentimes 8 sown with grass seed.
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Thus by care many of the roofs beeome as,
smooth and soft as a machine-mown lawn,
hey may be easily broken up and anything
lowered inside from above. By some such
process the four bearers of the poor palsied
man managed to enlist the abtention of the
- Great Physician in behalf of their friend.
It is not hard to understand it all when view-
ing such a house as this one at Nazareth. Tt
would not be difficult for four men to carry
a lame friend in a hammock by- the outer
ey up to the roof, and, breaking
This.
. througn, let him down into the apartment
or court below.
Not far from this same house, i in a narrow
street, is a little chapel erected upon the site
of Joseph’s carpenter. shop. Over the altar
is a picture representing. Mary and Joseph
instructing Jesus, and finding that Heknew
more than they. Another painting repre-
sents the lad Jesus assisting His father at
work. It contains no accessories of the car-
penter’s shop, but there are enough of them
in the shops close by. The web-saw, the
_glue-pot, the plane and the hammer are the
principal tools used in such shops, all with-
outthe modern improvements. Yet what-
ever the Palestine carpenter produces; isfrom
the fragrant cedars of Lebanon or from the.
eccentrically knotted and gnarled olive wood.
The operation of bargaining and waiting for
any article of wood to comefrom a Palestine
carpenter shop isa lengthy one. Articles of
wood area luxury there,and when a carpen-
ter receives on order for one he usually em-
ploys the next three days of his life in solicit-
ing the congratulations of his friends upon
his wonderful good fortune in receiving “an
order for Se made of wood.â€
WE SAW THEE NOT, ‘BUT WE
BELIEVE.
V ,/ i saw Thee not When Thou didst come
To this poor world of sin and death,
Nor e’er beheld Thy cottage home
in that despis¢d Nazareth;
But we believe Thy footsteps trod
its streets and plains, Thou Son of Gon.
We did not see Thee lifted high
Amid that wild and savage crew,
Nor heard Thy meek, imploring cry,
“* Forgive, they kk know not what they do ;â€
Yet we believe the deed was done, ~
Which shook the earth and veiled the‘sun.
We stood not by the empty tomb
Where late Thy sacred Body lay,
Nor sat within that upper room,
Nor met Thee in the open way;
3ut we believe that angels said,
‘* Why seek the living with the dead?â€
We did not mark the chosen few,
When ‘Thou didst through the clouds ascend;
Hirst lift to heaven their wondering view,
Then to the earth all prostrate bend;
Yet we believe that mortal eyes
Bebeld that journey to the skies.
And now that Thou dost reign on high,
And ‘thence Thy waiting people bless,
No ray of glory from the sky
Doth shine upon our wilderness;
But we believe Thy faithful Word,
And trust in our Redeeming Lorn,
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MRS. L. L. SLOANAKER,
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‘There’s going to be a concert
Out in the apple trees,
When the air is warm and balmy,
_. And the floating summer breeze
Watts down the pale pink blossoms
Upon the soft ereen grass:—
A lovely place to sit and
dream,
_ For each little lad and
lass!
WEAN
THE Birps’ CONCERT-
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¢ The concert will open early
When the sun lights up
skies—
a ‘ #e2| You'll miss the opening anthem
If you let those sleepy eyes
Stay closed, and do not Heston:
Out ‘neath the bate trees,
aves ; : 4 Where the pink and snowy shower
an Se Be: _ THE Biros' CoNceRrT. Continued.
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The robins will swing in the branches,
And carol and whistle and sing.
The thrush, who is coming to-morrow, -
Will a charming solo bring.
The wrens will warble in chorus
Rare music, so touching and sweet,
The orioles sent for their tickets,
And will surely give us a treat,
The concert will open at sun-rise,
All the June-time sweet and fair ;
There'll be a grand full chorus,
For all the birds will be there, ~
The concert is free to the children,
And is held in the apple trees,
And the birds will sing in a chorus,-
“© come tO our concert—pléase ! * :
THE Biros’ Concert, Concluded, '
THE TABLES TURNED.
BE THOROUGH. Now, why shouldst thou hinder the Masterâ€
Said Peter, ‘‘ with children like these?
THOMAS CARLYLE, . Seest not how, from morning till evening,
‘TE YOU want to succeed in life, be thar. = ‘eacheth “ See
ough in your work, whatever it is, It is Then Christ said, “Forbid not the children—
sometimes convenient to be Jack-of-all-trades, Roa ee eae Be a es
but it is always profitable to be master of 405 Rachel ae set on His Malbec
one. A workman who thoroughly under- — sana 3 ae
stands his business is seldom in danger of — And the heavy heart of the mother
coming to want. While the mass of the Was lifted all earth-care above,
inefficient suffer, the few who do the best ; As eed His hends oe poles
work, whether men or women, are always Se ee ee er
sought for. Young men, you can not prepare —_—_As He said of the babes on His bosom,
yourselves for life’s duties too thoroughly or ~ “Of auch is the kingdom of Heaven;â€
stick fo your vocations too persistently after And sent for all duty and trial
having chosen them. But before adopting — at hour to her spirit was given, . .
any calling educate yourselves practically in _ : ——_ :
order that there may be some certainty of eee
success attending your faithfulness to your NOES EOL TOROS:
work, : el R.W. EMERSON, Se
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; _in our social arrangements: we ride
CHRIST AND THE LITTLE ON ES. four times.as fast as our fathers did; travel,
URANIA LOCKE BAILEY, = grind, weave, forge, plant, till and excavate
“rF\HE Moster has Gomeover Jordan’. better... We have the calculus; we-
aE Said Hannah, the mother one day; have the newspaper, which does its best to
“He is healing the people who throng him, ‘make every square acre of land and Sea give .-
With a touch of his finger, they: say. : an account_of itself at your breakfast-table pene
- : : _ > we have money, and paper money; we haye ~~
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Tidis Wachee Aen language, the finest tool of all, and nearest
T shall carry the baby, Esther, to the mind, ae : a
For the Lord to look upon.†a : i :
‘The father looked at her kindly, See pe REAT AND 1 \ MA
_- But he'shook his head-and smiled: = LeeES z & OU BRE eM ALE.
“Now who but a doting mother — SPARROW swinging on abranch, ~
, Would think of a thing so wild? : : Once caught a passing fly; .
: m : ues ~ **Oh,-let-me live! †the insect prayed, ; is
“If the children. were tortured by demons, With trembling, piteous ery. : z
Or dying of fever, ’twere well; eee ‘*'No,†said the sparrow, ‘ you must fall, -~
Or had they the taint of the leper, ve : For Iam great and you are small.â€
Like many in Israel.†: ee ve % Comes
Sha The bird had scarce begun his feast
“Nay, do not hinder me, Nathan, : : Before a hawk came by;.
hie such a paren of care; _ i os The game wes caught.. ‘* Pray let me live)â€
carry it tothe Master, —- aera z as now the sparrow’s cry. -~ ‘e
Perhaps I shall leave it there, . ‘*No,†said the captor, ‘‘ you must fall.
: i : tenes : hilamea For I am-great and you are small,â€
“Tf he lay and on the chi E : . ; 3 3
: - My hese eu be pebien Tt know; a eagle ay the Hogue, ang swooped
or a blessing forever; and ever. ~ wee -Upon him from on high ;° ;
Will follow them as they go.†M See Peay dee ae ae why should you kill
: ; : ' So small a bird as
So, over the hills of Judah, * Oh,†said:the eagle, ‘‘ you must fa ‘
Along by the vine-rows green, ‘ eS For Iam great and you are small.
With Esther asleep on her bosom, ae : : zee : g :
“And Rachel her brothers between, ~ : Duk wile he.ate the hunter came; :
j Fe : af elet his arrow fly. Sees
?Mong the people who hung on his teaching, “Tyrant!†the eagle shrieked, ‘you have
Or waited his touch and his word, : No right to make me diel†* s..
‘Through the row of proud Pharisees listening, ==“ Ah,†said the hunter, ‘‘you must fall,
She pressed to the feet of the Lord, ; ‘or I am great and you are small,â€
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aOW CAN WE MAKE OURSELVES FAIR?
ABBE KINNE.
Here is a question the maidens are asking:
How can we make ourselves fair? ;
One thinks that her cheeks are a little too red;
Another is puzzling her pretty head
To know how to curl her straight hair.
This lassie’s cheeks are a little too pale;
How can she make them red! —
And this little lady’s hands are not quite.
As smooth and slender and soft and white
“‘As a lady’s hand should be,†she said.
And this one thinks she’s a trifle too plump;
Another one thinks she’s too small;
Her teeth are not quite as pretty as pearlst
And what shall we do for these poor, poor girls
That cannot be happy at all?
And J, who look at them, cannot see
Why they are dissatisfied,
They look like a garden of roses in bloom,
Yet over them all there is resting the gloom
Of some fancied beauty denied.
The mystical secret is mine to impart;
. _ Listen, all who covet the power
Of beauty’ smagic. The wonderful art
Lies down in the depths of a gentle heart
And shines from the eyes every hour.
The hands that do charity’s gentle deeds,
Are white as the angels above;
And whether the cheeks be rosy or fair,
If innocent blushes and health be there,
They. are pretty enough to love.
EH over the beautiful lips, dear girls,
But gentle words are said;
And whether the form be plump or slight,
# only the heart is pure and bright, :
You are pretty enough to wed.
“NOTHING GOOD DIES.
SAMUEL SMILES.
TO good thing is ever lost.
dies, not even life which gives up one
Ni othing
: form only to resume another. No° good
action, no good example, dies. While the
frame molders and disappears, the deed
leaves an indelible stamp, and molds the
“very thought and will of future generations.
_ THE. DEAD DOLL.
MARGARET .VANDEGRIFT.
you needn’t be trying to comfort me —I tell you
my dolly is dead ! ¢
There’s no use in saying she isn’t, with a ‘crack like
that-in her head ;
It’s just like you said it wouldn’t hurt much to hava
my tooth out that day.
And then, when the man ‘most pulled my head off,
you hadn’t a word to say.
And I guess you must think I’m a baby, when you -
say you can mend it with glue,
As if I didn’t know better than that! Why just
. suppose it was you ?
_ You might make her look all mended — but what do
I care for looks ?
Why glue’s for chairs and tables, and toys, and the
backs of books !
My dolly! my. own. little daughter ! O, but it’s the
awfulest crack! -
It just makes me sick to think of the sound when
her poor head: went whack
Against that horrible brass thing that holds up the
little-shelf,
Now, Nursey, what makes youremind me? JI know
that I did it myself ?
I think you must be crazy — you ‘lL get her anotherâ€
head !
What good would forty heads do her? I tell you my
‘dolly is dead !
And to think I hadn’t quite finished her elegant new
~ spring hat!
And I took a sweet ribbon of hers last night to tie on
that horrid cat !
When my mamma gave me that ribbon — I was play-
ing out in the yard —
She said to me, most expressly, ‘‘ Here’s a ribbon for
Hildegarde. 2
And I went and put it on Tabby, and Hildegarde
saw me do it;
But I said to myself, “Oh, never mind, I don’t be-
lieve she knew it !â€
But I iow that she knew it now, and I just believe,
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head broke too.
Oh, my pene ! my little baby! I wish my head had
been hit !
For I’ve hit it over and over, and it. hasn’t cracked a
bit.
~ But since the darling is dead, she’ll want to be’ puried,
of course ;
We will take my little wagon, Nurse, and you shall.
be the horse ;
And I'll walk behind and cry: and we'll put her in
this, you see —
This dear ‘little box—and we'll bury her there out
under the maple tree.
And papa will make me a tombstone, like the one heâ€
made for my bird ;
' And ne y put what I tell nea ron it— yes, every single
I calls aay, (Here lies Hildegarde, a beautiful dolk
who is dead ;
She died of a broken heart, and a dreadful crack in
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Into the heart of a dusty town
A wandering bird dropped lightly down;
On a swinging spray he sat and sang
Till every street in the old town rang
With liquid notes from the silver bill.
Twitter and warble and softest trill
Entered houses through window and door,
And filled every shop from roof to floor.
Every one wondered, and paused to hear
The jubilant melody, soft and clear,
And many a hard hand brushed away
Moisture from cheeks where it seldom lay,
As pictures arose of valley and hill,
Of forest nook and mountain rill,
Of beautiful youths and maidens fair,
The dear old home and mother’s chair.
The unconscious bird flew far away,
Through pastures green and meadows
gay;
But the song lived on through all the day,
And an added softness gently lay
On the little town with houses gray,
Men spoke more softly, and women
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The bird, with hissong so undefiled,
Made each ‘become asa little child.â€
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The Careless Crow.
CROW that was as black as ever was born >
Flew out of his nest one beautiful morn, —
And, calling his mates from far and from near,
‘Spoke words that they all were anxious. to hear.
“You all, fellow crows, know old Farmer Green,
Who raises good corn as ever was seen;
Well, funny it is,—you'll laugh, I dare Sie:
He’s put up a scarecrow to keep. us away.â€
“Caw, caw,†laughed the crows, “a sorry old wight,
To think an old coat will give us a fright !
Caw ! caw! and caw! caw ! now let us all go ~
To where Farmer Green has put his scarecrow.â€
Then quickly they flew, and led by the one.
_ Who'd called them together to tell of the fun,
They soon reached the field where stood all forlorn
A horrid old image among the green corn.
The crow in advance, to-show he’d no fear,
Went near to the scarecrow, —alas! too near!
For “crack!†went a gun, and, shot through the head,
.The crow that was careless tumbled down dead..
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Caw ! caw !†shriek, now laughing no more
_ “Caw! caw!†they all cry as upward they soar.
And never again was one of them seen
To go near the scarecrow of old Farmer Green.
ARTHUR STACY, Our Little Ones,
LOOK WHERE SHE COMES!â€
“THE BONNY-FOOTED MAY!
THE SATURDAY AFTERNOON CLUB.
ATURDAY afternoon was always a
merry time at Enderby. The young
people, under the lead of Silas Underwood,
had formed—somewhat in imitation of their
elders—what they called the Saturday After-.
noon Club. The business of thé club is to
make the afternoons of Saturday pleasant all
the year round. They have May-day festi-
_ vals, with Jack-in-the-Green and a Queen
of May, and Fourth of July celebrations; but
their special business is to go out for donkey
rides or buggy rides in the summer, and
sleigh rides in the winter. They start at one
o’clock and return at four o’clock. Inthe
picture on the next page you will see the
beginning of the procession, with Silas
Underwood leading the first donkey, on
which Ella Bentley is seated, who was made
Queen of the May last May-day afternoon,
WHEN THE COWS COME HOME!
/. MRS. AGNES E. MITCHELL,
\ X 7 ITH klingle, klangle, klingle,
: ‘Way down the dusky dingle,
The cows are coming home; :
Now sweet and clear, and faint and’ low,
The airy tinklings come and go
Like chimings from some far off tower,
Or patterings of.an April shower
That makes the daisies grow;
Ko-ling, ko-lang, ;
Ko-ling,. ko-lang, kolinglelingle,
*Way down the darkening dingle -
The cows-come slowly home; .
And old-time friends, and twilight pays,
And starry nights, and sunny days,
Come trooping up the misty ways
When the cows come home.
With jingle, jangle, jingle,
Soft tones that sweetly mingle,
The cows are coming home; *
Malvine, and Pearl, and Fiorimel,
De Kamp, Redrose, and Gretchen Schell;
Queen Bess, and Sylph, and Spangled Sue,—
Across the fields I hear her loo-oo
; And clang her silver bell;
Go-ling, go-lang, .
' Go-ling, go-lang, golinglelingle,
With faint, far sounds that mingle,
The cows come slowly home;
And mother-songs of long-gone years,
And baby joys, and childish tears, :
And youthful hopes, and youthful fears,
When the cows come home,
With ringle, rangle, ringle, —
By twos.and threes and single,
The cows are coming home;
Through violet.air we see the town, .
And the summer sun a-slipping down;
The maple in the hazel glade
. Throws down the path a longer shade,
And the hills are growing brown;
To-ring, to-rang,
To-ring, to-rang, toringlelingle,
By threes and fours and single
The cows come slowly home;
The same sweet sound of wordless psaln,
The same sweet June-day rest and calm,
The same sweet sceut of bud and balm,
When the cows come home.
With tinkle, tankle, tinkle,
Through fern and periwinkle,
The cows are coming home;
A-loitering in the checkered stream,
Where the sun-rays glance and gleam, -
Clarine,. Peachbloom, and Phebe Phyllis,
Stand knee-deep in the creamy lilies
In a drowsy dream;
To-link, to-lank,
To-link, to-lank, tolinklelinkle,
O’er banks with buttercups a-twinkle
The cows come slowly home; :
And up.through Memory’s deep ravine
Come the brook’s old song and its old-time sheen;
And the crescent of the silver queen,
‘When the cows come home,
With klingle, klangle, klingle, _
With loo-oo, and moo-oo, and jingle,
The cows are coming home;
_ And. over there on Merlin Hill :
Hear the plaintive cry of the whip-poor-will;
. The dew-drops lie on the tangled vines,
And over the poplars Venus shines,
And over the silent mill; é
Ko-ling, ko-lang,
Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolinglelingle,
With ting-aling and jingle
The cows come slowly home;
Let down the bars; let in the train
Of long-gone songs, and flowers, and rain;
For dear old times come back again
When the cows home,
RESURRECTION EVERY YEAR.
FE. W. ROBERTSON.
HERE is a kind of resurrection where
the spring brings vigor and motion back
to the frozen pulse of the winter world.
Let any one go into the fields at this seasow
of the year. Let him mark the busy ee
rations for life which are going on. Life is
at work in eyery emerald bud, in the burst-
“ing bark of every polished bough, in the
greening tints of every brown hillside. Life
is coming back to a dead world, It is a
resurrection surely! The return of fresh-
ness to the frozen world is not less marvel-
ous than the return of sensibility to a heart
which has ceased to beat. If one has taken
place, the other is not impossible.
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A GENTLE MOTHER.
‘LOIS, EUNICE AND TIMOTHY.
ere Apostle Paul was in many respects
the most remarkable of all the apostles
of Jesus Christ. He was permitted to carry
the banner of the cross to the chief cities of
Greece, to imperial Rome, and even on the
soil of Europe he proclaimed Jesus Christ
and Him crucified. Amongst his most faith-
ful helpers was Timothy, whom Paul. de-
scribes as his ‘‘own son in the gospel,†and
in one of his letters to. Timothy, Paul lifts
the veil and gives usa pleasant glimpse of
Timothy’s home life. ‘Timothy was the child
of a godly home. His mother, Eunice, was
a devout woman, and his grandmother, Lois,
was noted for her piety, and so through
three generations the stream of religious life
flowed on, broadening and deepening in its
flow. Paul reminds Timothy. of the privi-
lege he had enjoyed in this devout ancestry,
and says: ‘ ‘I have remembrance of thee in
my prayers night and day, * * * *
when I call to remembrance the unfeigned
faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy
grandmother Lois and thy mother Eunice.â€
He is happily born who is born the child of
Christian parents, he has-a good start in life
~ whose early days are spent in a happy Chris-
tian home. That was a grand verse the
poet Cowper wrote on the receipt of his
mother’s picture:
“* My boast is not that I deduce my birth,
From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth;
But higher far my proud pretensions rise—
The son of parents passed into the skies,â€
LEND A HAND.
ANNA BARROWS.
F everybody would ‘‘lend a hand†when
to doit would not require him to go out
of his own way, the world would be much
happier; and if all were ready to make even
slight sacrifices, should we not think heav-
en had begun below?-. ‘* Whosoever will be
chief among you, let him be your servant,â€
Jesus told his disciples, and that has been
true throughout the world’s history. The
truly great men, whose memory is kept
green, are those who have given faithful serv-
ice and even their lives to mankind. Such
men in our history have been Washington,
who led his country safely through the Rev-
olution; Lincoln, who freed the slaves;
Phillips, Garrison, and others who preached
against slayery; Grant, who successfully
brought the Rebellion to an end. Others,-ta
whom we owe the great inventions that add -
to our happiness, and those who have devoted
their lives to the relief of suffering—all these —
have been servants in the best and highest
sense. As some one has well said—‘‘it is
one of the beautiful-compensations of this
life that no one can sincerely try to help
another without helping himself.â€
There are many practical little ways where-
by young people and children can aid and
comfort others. <
Money and great deeds are not always
necessary; it is but a little thing that makes
or mars our happiness,
It is a great help to the tired mother to
have the hats and mittens, balls and skates -
put in their places. 7
It is a help to father, when he has come
home with a headache, to give him a quiet
house; not to have doors slammed all around,
or a whistling boy come in and run up-stairs.
Watch your friends, discover their tastes,
see what there is that would add to their
happiness that you can supply. %
_ When you go to the woods, bring wild
flowers’ to those who cannot go themselves.
Tell grandmother about the birds and plants
you saw; she may have a story about the very ~
one that interested you most.
‘Lectures and concerts may be reported to
those who could not go; this practice will
more than repay you by giving care in obser-
vation and power of déscription.
At school seek out néw scholars and stran-
‘gers and try to make them feel at home. If
a schoolmate has trouble’ with some study,
without seeming to display yourself, try to
make it plainer.
Try especially to help those you dislike or
who have tried to injure you; nine times out
of ten, after doing a person a favor you will
like him better. We may learn something from
every one, and as we help others they will
_as surely help us, though we may not always
~know just-how. This, however, should: not
enter into our thoughts before doing a kind-
ness; but simply remember that <“ true’ .
politeness consists of kindly acts kindly
done,†and be ready to “lend a hand.â€
LOVING AND PRAYING.
8. T. COLERIDGE.
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God that loveth us
He made and loveth all.
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PLAYING BROWNIE.
T was a very dismal, rainy Saturday, and a,
very dismal little girl, with something
that looked like a raindrop running over
each cheek, stood at the sitting-room win-
dow drumming drearily on the pane, through
which there was nothing to be seen but a
rubber coated grocery-boy with a basket on
his arm. ;
“What a horrid, horrid day!†pouted Alice ©
Kent.
“What a little Miss Grumblekin?†ex-
claimed busy Aunt Julia, as she hurried
through the room clad in her waterproof,
en route for the market.
‘But, Auntie, [hayen’t anything to play
with. â€
Aunt Julia stopped a moment. ‘I know
a nice game you can play all by yourself,â€
she said. :
‘*What isit?†asked Alice.
*‘Play you are a good brownie,†replied
he Aunt. ‘Your mother has a great deal
to attend to this morning.†:
“What do good brownies do, Aunt Julia?â€
‘Things to help people when nobody sees,â€
was the reply—‘‘surprises you know.†. Then
she was gone. : aor
Alice stood and watched the umbrella turn
the corner; then her face brightened, and
sheran up stairs as fast as her feet could
carry her,
As the family sat at the cozy tea-table that
evening mamma remarked, “I believe there
has been a good fairy around today. Some-
body dusted my room and put my work-—
basket to rights and arranged my top-drawer
beautifully.
“Why, thatis strange Ellen,†said grand-
ma; “Thad asimilar experience. Somebody
~ found my spectacles, and- saved me the
trouble of coming down after the morning
paper.†ee
“T wish you would notice the hall-closet,â€
interjected Aunt Julia. “You know it’s a
catch-all for the family.â€
“Yes,†sighed mamma; ‘‘when everything
else is in order that closet rises up before me
likea nightmare. I must. straighten it out
this evening.â€
“But it looks very nice to-night,†con-
tinued Aunt Julia—“‘shawls all folded on
the shelves, hoods and gloves and hats and
rubbers in their proper places. I could
hardly believe my eyes.†ee
“There is’a certain little girl,†said papa,
“who-often forgets to put my gown and
slippers by the fire, but my fairy must have
done it tonight. Have you had adullday,
Puss?†De ist
“The pleasantest Saturday I can remem-
ber,†replied Alice.
Noone would have thought. her to be the
child who pouted at the rain that morning. -
HOW MUCH THERE IS THAT’S BEAUTI
FUL.
J] OW much there is that’s beautiful,
In this fair world of ours! — ~
The verdure of the early spring,
The sweetly blooming flowers.
The brook that dances in the light,
The birds that carol free,
Are objects beautiful and bright,
That everywhere we see.
MONUMENT TO LINCOLN, IN LINCOLN ~
PARK, CHICAGO. :
By BATES a wealthy citizen of Chicago,
who died some years ago, left a largesum
of money for the erection of a suitable monu-
ment to the memory of Abraham Lincoln,.
After some years spent in perfecting the
wishes of the donor the.statue was ready for
unveiling, Thousands of people gathered to-
gether to witness the ceremony. Afteranad
dress from Leonard Swett, one of Lincoln’s
law partners, and a brief speech by Mayor
Roche in which he said, ‘‘Herein the metrop-
olis of the great state that nurtured him from
boyhood to ripened manhood, and saw him, by.
the nation’s suffrage, consecrated to leader- _
ship and invested with more than kingly —
power; here in the beautiful park commem-
orating his name, by the waters of this great
inland sea, it is fitting that we raise a mon-
ument to his memory where future genera-_
tions may come and see the likeness of the
hero who died for liberty;†Master Abraham
Lincoln, grandson of the martyr President
- stepped to the base of the statue and unloos-
ing the string that held the American colors
in which the statue was enveloped, unveiled '
the beautiful monument amid loud and long
continued applause. While this impressive
scene was transpiring in Lincoln Park, the
Hon. Elihu Washburne, one of the most -
honored and gifted of American citizens lay
dying, and before the cannonade of the cere-
mony had wholly ceased, the man who had
so distinguished-himself as minister to the
court of France had passed away. :
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“THE LAND OF LITTLE PEOPLE.â€
COOPER WILLIS.
ES ; the land of little people is a -lovelier land
than ours,
With its: mine of new-found treasures, mossy glades,
and fairy bowers; .
Earth her.robe of choicest beauty spreads to woo the
tender-feet,. :
And the angels whispering round them thrill the air
with accents sweet.
Memory brings no pang of sorrow, troubles lightly
pass away,
Hopes voneon is to-morrow, and the sun is bright
to-day ; :
Every moment has its blessing, sweeter thoughts,
and fairer flowers.
Yes , the land of little people is a lovelier land than
ours.
But from o’er the silent river comes to usa purer _
low—
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Purer even thin the sunbeams that the little people -
know ; :
And the love song of the heavens steals upon the
wearied ear,
Sweeter than the angels’ whisper that the little peo-
ple hear;
And ee: wanderer, overstriven, humbled as a little
child, :
Knows the past is all forgiven, and his God is recon-
ciled,
When around his faltering footsteps.comes the
blessing of the dove, ;
From the fairest world of any, from the home of
peace and love. >
“DON’T YOU THINK WE LOOK VERY
PRETTY.â€
pose you think we look very pretty?
Why of course you do. You never
saw five handsomer kittens in all your life,
now did you? But perhaps Lette — that’s
the tall serious one inthe middle of the back
row —can hardly be called a kitten; she is
older even than Belle and Saucy, those are
the kittens on either side of her. .Roxie
and I, are twins. You will know Roxie by
the beautful leather collar she wears around
her rieck. .And a cunning, wicked Roxie
she is, though she does look so demure. I’m
sure Ishouldn’t get into half the trouble I
do, if it were not for Roxie. You will see
that I have a beautiful old gold satin-ribbon
bow, tied under my left ear, which is fash-
ionable— and you will also observe that I
have a very beautiful bushy -tail. I asked
Ma one day how long kittens could be kit-
tens, and she said she could hardly tell. She
said she understood chickens were chickens
until they were cooked, and so she supposed
kittens were kitteas as long as they were
kittenish. _That’s just what makes me
think Lette’s kittenhood has come to an end,
for she is cross. and very stupid, and whex
we went to have our photographs taken in
what the photograph man called “
Group,†Letté winked and blinked and _
looked half asleep. Well, I’ve just made
up my mind to be a kitten as long as ever I
can. Some people don’t like kittens, but I
know agentleman who wrote a long poem,
all out of his own head, about kittens. 1
only remember two verses, but I’m sure
you'll say with me that it’s real beautiful
poetry, and that he was a real nice gentle-
man.
A small bright face, two round green eyes,
A fluffy head as soft as silk,
Two ears pricked up in swift surprise,
Two whiskered lips to drink the milk.
So sleek, so quick, so fair, so fat,
There’s nothing like the youngest cat.
She’s here, she’s there, she’s everywhere ;
No spot is sacred from the pet..
Of food she takes the lion’s share :.
She rushes. where the saucer’s set $
The mouse she claims ; she beards the rat
Within his hole—the youngest: cat.
THE BOY WHO PROMISED MOTHER. |
GEORGE COOPER. _
HE school was out, and down the street
A noisy crowd came thronging;
The hue of health, and gladness sweet,
Toevery face belonging.
Among them strode a little lad,
‘Who listened to another,
And mildly said, half grave; half sad:
“T can’t—I promised mother.â€
A shout went up, a ringing shout,
Of boisterous derision;
But not one moment left in doubt
That manly, brave decision.
“Go where you please, do what you will,â€
He calmly told the other;
“But I shall keep my word, boys, still;
I can’t—I promised mother.â€
Ah! who could doubt the future course
Of one who thus had spoken?
Through manhood’s struggle, gain and loss,
Could faith like this be broken?
God’s blessings on that steadfast will,
" Unyielding to another,
That bars all jeers and laughter still,
Because he promised mother.
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My seven-year-old by the window stood,
When the rain was falling the other day, —
A perfect picture of poms
Does he hear the sound of spirit wings?
ish mirth,
dainty breath of lite’s early May;
Does he see a vision of heaven’s own joy ?
Ts, he listening while the angels sing ?
His eyes-as blue as the azure skies, 5
ig mouth like an angel’s when he smiled ;
And I said, “ What beautiful thoughts arise
In the sinless mind of a little child?â€
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__ * What are you thinking about, my boy?â€
I felt presumptuous to break the spell,
He seemed so perfect—my tiny bud—
But he said: ‘‘ Mamma, Id just as lief tell:
I wish I was digging out in the mud.â€
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a MERCIE M. THIRDS.
OOD morning, little maiden, the world is waking up!
{ The thirsty sun is drinking from every flowery. cup.
i He’s smiling atthe window! And blinking at the door!
dy Do not forget to greet him! He brings the day once more! â€
{) The happy stars were dancing all night while he was gone
é But quickly fled when he came back to bring the joyous dawu.
The birds are singing to him, the kitten is at play,
- Come with asmile, my darling, and greet the happy day.
Questions.
AN you put the spider’s web back in its
place, that once has been swept away?
Can you put the apple again on the bough, ‘
which fell at our feet to-day?
Can you put the lily-cup back on the stem,
and cause it to live and grow?
Can you mend the butterfly’s broken wing,
that you crushed with a hasty blow? _
Can you put the bloom again on the grape,
or the grape again on the vine?
‘Can you put the dewdrops back on the flowers,
and make them sparkle and shine?
Can you put the petals back on the rose?
“Tf you could would it smell as sweet?
Can you put the flour again in the husk,
and show me the ripened wheat?
Can you put the kernel back in the nut,
or the broken egg in its shell?
Can you put the honey back in the -~comb,
and cover with wax each cell?
Can you put the perfume back in the vase,
when once it has sped away?
Can you put the corn-silk back on the corn,
or the down on the catkins — say?
You think that my questions are trifling,
dear? Let me ask you another one:
Can a hasty word ever be unsaid, or a deed
unkind, undone? *
Kater LAWRENCE, Wide Awake.
\hom Shall We Fhank?
LITTLE boy had sought the
pump,
From which the sparkling
= water bursts,
And drank with eager joy
that draught
That kindly quenched his raging thirst.
Then gracefully he touched his cap—
“T thank you, Mr. Pump,†he said,
“For this nice drink you’ve given me!’
(This little boy has been well-bred.)
Then said the Pump: ‘My little man,
You're welcome to what I have done; -
But I am not the one to thank—_
I only help the water run.â€
“Oh, then,†the little fellow said,
_ (Polite he always meant to be)
*Cold water, please accept my thanks;
You have been very kind to me.â€
“Ah!†said Cold Water, “don’t thank me;
Far up the hillside lives the Spring
That sends me forth with generous hand
To gladden every living thing.â€
“Pll thank thee; ‘Spring, then,â€
boy—
And gracefully he bowed his head.
said the
“Oh, don't thank me, my little man,’
The Spring in silvery accents said.
“Oh, don’t thank me; for what am I
Without the dew or summer rain?
Without their aid I ne’er could quench
Your thirst, my little boy, again.â€
“Oh, well, then,†said the little boy,
“T’ll gladly thank the rain and dew.â€
“Pray don’t thank us—without the sun,
We could not fill one cup for you.â€
“Then, Mr, Sun, ten thousand thanks
For all that thou hast done for me.â€
“Stop,†said the Sun, with blushing face,
“My little man, pray don’t thank me.
*Twas from the ocean’s mighty stores
I drew the draught I gave to thee.â€
| “Qh, Ocean, thanks!†then said the boy—
It echoed back: “Not unto me.â€
“Not unto me, but unto Him
Who formed the depths in which I lie—
Go, give thy thanks, my little boy,
To Him who doth thy wants supply.â€
The boy then took his cap and said,
In tones so gentle and subdued:
Oh, God, I thank thee for the gift—
Thou art the giver of all good.â€
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_ SCENE. —A cosy cottage in the outskirts of a city.
_ Enter, a stranger, who is addressed ey the aged
lady of the cottage, as follows:
JA
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I suppose, sir; sit down.
I’m sorry to say’t, but
the boy’s out of town.
if his train is not late,
. And, perhaps, you’d be
willing to sit here and
ee wait 27.
. While I give you a cup
of his favorite tea—
Almost ready to pour. Oh! You called to
see me? 5
You-called-to-see-me? Strange, I didn’t
understand! .
But you know we old ladies aren't much in
-demand—
You—called—to—see—me. Ana your busi-
ness is—say!
Let me know, now, at once! Do not keep it
away
for an instant!—Oh! pardon!—You wanted
to buy
Our poor little house, here. Nowthank God
on high
That it wasn’t something worse that you
came for!—
Shake hands;
I’m so glad!—and forgive an old wom-
an’s ado,
While I tell you the facts; till your heart
understands
The reason I spoke up so brusquely to
you.
My life lives with Jack:—a plain boy, I con-
fess—
He's a young engineer on the morning ex:
press;
But he loves me so true; and though often
we part,
He never “pulls out†of one Suen ey
heart.
Poor Jack! how he toils!—he omnis into yon
chair
When he comes home, so tired with the j jar
and the whirl,
But he fondles my hands and caresses my
: hair, -
And he calls me “his love’’—till I blush like
a girl,
Poor Jack!—but to-morrow is Christmas, you
know,
And this is his present; a gown of fine wool,
| Embroidered with silk; my old peers ran
slow,
But with love from my heart, all the stitches
are full!
So when Jack is gone out on ie dangerous
_ trip,
On that hot hissing furnace that flies through
the air, -
Over bridges that tremble—past sidings that
slip—
Through tunnels that grasp for his tile: with
their snare—
I chink of him always; I’m seldom at rest;
And last night—O God's mercy—the dreams
: made me see ;
My boy lying crushed, with a. wheel on his
breast, 2
And a face full of agony, beck’ning to me!
Now to-day, every step that I hear cn the
street,
Seems to bring mea tiding of woe and de: cs
spair;
Each ring at the door bell, my poor heart
will bat
As if Jack, the poor boy, in his grave clothes
was there.
“And I thought when I saw youl! m nervous
and queer—
You had brought me some news it would kill
me to hear.
Please don’t be concerned, sir; I’m bound
that in spite
Of my foolish old fancies, the boy. is all
right! eee
No, I den! t think we "d sell. For it’s ae eee |
“you see;
| Jack says that he never will care for the
smile
Of a girl till he knows she’s in ave, too, with
me:
And I tell him—ha! eae will be a long
while.
So we'll doubtless bide ee good time.
- And there’s some
Little chance of Jack’s leaving | the engine,
ere long
For a place in the shops; where ney say
he'll become
_ A master mechanic; ;
Good sir, what is wrong?
You are death-pale, ‘and trembling! here,
drink some more tea;
Say! why are you looking your pity at me?
JACR’
What's that word in your face? you've a
message:—now. find
‘Your tongue!—Then I'll tear the truth outot -
your mind!
¢ Hurt! Oh how hard that you could
not at first
‘Let me know this black news! Say! where is
he?and- when ~ :
Can he come home with me?—but my poor
heart will burst, $
If you do not speak out!—Speak, I pray you.
again!
I can stand it; why yonder's his own cozy bed;
Iwill get it all ixed—Oh! but ma | good Le
nurse!
fits hospital’s home! here I'll pillow his head, :
I will bring him to life, be he better or worse!
Oh! I tell you! however disfigured he.be,
What is left of the boy, shall be. saved, sir:
forme! ~
Thank God for the ance! Oh, how hard I
will work
For my poor wounded child! and now let
mie be led
Where he is. ‘Do not fear! I'll not falter or
shrink! Eas
Turn your face to the light, sir, * * * #& ~
O, God—Fack i as dead)
~—By Writ CARLETON, |
The Joyal Tiger,
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?LL, the beasts of the field and the woods are afraid of the
Royal Tiger. The elephant, and rhinoceros, and the deer;
the horses, cattle, and mules are afraid. of him; the
monkeys are afraid of him; and men and women and
7} < children are very much afraid of him,
He kills them when he can, and eats them, too, These
‘Tigers are found in Asia, and in the islands of Java and Sumatra.
They live in the thick jungles. There they crouch under the
long, drooping branches of the trees, and wait for their. prey-~
an animal, or a man.
Sometimes they spring into the trees, and lie upon the branches. For
a tiger can spring like a cat. He zs a big cat; he is big enough to carry
off a deer, or an ox, in his mouth.
If -you should see a tigress playing with her babies, you would ne
them very pretty. She washes them, and pats them, and cuffs them, just
like a cat. The mother looks very gentle. She does not-show -her teeth
: nor her claws. But what frightful claws she has!
A man once had a ride on a tiger’s back, in the jungle. He was out
with a party, hunting for tigers. ~The hunters all rode on elephants.
Suddenly out from the bushes, sprang a huge tigress. She leaped upoa
-an elephant, seized the rider in her teeth, tossed him upon her shoulders,
and ran off with him. At first he fainted’ with fright and pain; for the
tigress’ teeth were very sharp.
When he came to his senses, the tigress was running very fast through
the bushes; then he remembered his pistols. They were in his belt. He
drew one and fired at the tigress’ head, but she kept right on. He fired
again, and she dropped down dead; and so he escaped.
Baars: UNCLE GENE.
TIGREASS AND HBR GUBS AT HOMB.:
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boy was wild to go to sea. He had often seen the yachts
run into port with their officers in uniforms and well-
dressed people standing about the decks, and thought they
must be having such a good time. You see that he was
a very ignorant little boy a had no idea of ahs hard
work that sailors Hone: But the plan of going to ce
(iG [ ) took such a hold on him that he made up his mind that
Saar oo te would. He knew that his father and mother |
oe would never consent for a moment, though he had never asked.
=P Ahem $0 like a naughty boy that he was he made up is
y mind to run away. : p | , :
He went one day to the pier and seeing a ship nearly ready to leave,
was watching it, ee he heard the captain say to a friend that he shoud .
be under way in an hour. oe | :
“Tf -I only -had a cabin boy,†said the captain, a should se all
right, but I am afraid I shall have to go without one.â€
Jack stepped right up and asked for the place. The captain looked
him over and the result was ‘that in an hour they were slipping down the
ether through the fishing craft out past the lighthouse, anil before sunset
the land was out of sight. And then began Jack's troubles. He was only half
_ clothed, for he had come just as he stood. The captain hunted out some odd
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_ garments from the ship’s stock, ‘but they fitted him so badly that he was very :
wretched in them ‘Then, he soon saw that he was to have a “hard life, for
“ke was bidden to run hither and thither for the captain and mate, ead not a
moment did he ie to himself. Jack on shore had loved to play, but now his
play days were all over. It was work, work, work, all the time. -
Before they had been out of harbor an hour the ship began to pitch up x
--and down at a furious rate. It made Jack very sick, and he wanted to go and
lie down in his berth; but the sailors only laughed. at him and he had to run
coads just the cone as ae he had been well. The sea-sickness wore off after
oa few days and he did not mind the Gietion of the vessel at all, but presently
_ there came a great storm and poor Jack was sadly frightened. And, indeed, he
“hhad good cause to be, for the atin came near being lost. The great ae
| swept the deck and the men worked for dear life. Jack was sure that if he
ever came alive to shore he would never go to sea again. :
But what about Jack’s parents all this neo You remember that he had
gone away without saying a word to eeu _I think if he could have seen his
mother’s grief hen no news of him came for several days he would have
owe what a cowardly thing he had done in thus running away. They looked
and ee for him high and low for a week, and then someone who had seen him
on the vessel’s deck told them and they made up their minds that he had gone
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to sea.
‘T find that the captain is said to be a kind man,†said Jack’s father, “and
perhaps he will learn some good lessons. It will be six months before the ship
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comes back to port, and perhaps he will find that home is not such a bad place
after all.â€
But Jack’s mother could not look at it so coolly. She was frightened every
time the wind blew, and grew thin and pale from anxiety.
Time wore away, and at last the six months had nearly passed. Jack’s
ship was nearing port, and a very happy boy was Jack, as he thought of being
on shore again. At times he was afraid that something might have
happened to his parents while he had been’ gone, and that made him very.
unhappy. He wondered, too, what they would say to him, for he knew that
he Hag done very wrong, but he was so glad at the ee of seeing them
both again that the idea of punishment did not seem so bad to face.
At last the day came when he walked up to his old home. Rover caame
first to meet him, then his mother and father hurried out. . Never
was such a DaBDy boy. And that night, after he had gone to bed, his
father said to his mother, “It has not been such a bad thing, for he is cured
of wishing te zo to sea; he ies grown broad and _ strong, and he in
learned to obey promptly.â€
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THE VELOCIPEDE RACH,
HOW INDIANS POISON THEIR ARROWS
VENERABLE Indian arrow-maker
explained how arrows were poisoned,
in the following words:
‘First we take a bloated yellow rattle-
‘snake in August, when he is most poisonous,
and tie him with a forked stick to a stake;
then we tease him until he is in a great rage.
This is done by passing a switch over his
body from his head to his tail. When- he
thrashes the ground with his tail and his
eyes grow bright and sparkle like diamonds,
we kill a deer, antelope or some other small
animal, and, tearing out the liver, throw
‘it to the snake while it is warm and the
blood still coursing through it. The reptile
will strike it again and again, and pretty
soon it will begin to turn black. When he
‘tires, the snake is teased again, and he is in-
duced to sink his fangs into the soft flesh
until all the poison has been extracted from
him and the liver is reeking with it. He is
then killed and the liver lifted with a sharp
pole, for so dangerous is it no one dares
touch it. The liver is let lie for about an
hour, when it will be almost jet black and
emit asour smell. Arrowsare then brought
and their irom heads pushed into the liver up
to the shaft.“. They are left sticking there
for about one hour and-a half, when they
are withdrawn and dried in the sun. - A
thin, glistening, yellow scum adheres to the
arrow, and if it but so much as touches raw
flesh it is certain to poison it to death.â€
I asked if Indians still used poisoned ar-
rows. ‘‘ No,†he replied; ‘‘no man, Indian
or white man, for years past has been shot
with these arrows, and they are no longer
made.â€
AGAIN.
Oe and over again,
No matter which way I turn,
I always see in the book of life
Some lesson that I must learn.
I must take my turn at the mill.
I must grind out the golden grain.
I must work at my task with resolute will—
Over and over again,
Over and over again, <
The brook through the meadow runs;
And over and over again
The ponderous mill wheel turns,
One doing will not suffice—
Though Coing be not in vain—
And a blessing failing us once or twice,
May come if we try again.
THE GOLD DOG.
ROF. McALLISTER, the ventriloquist.
i happened to be traveling aeross Lower
Idaho some years ago on his way from one
town to another. It was in the days of
early stage coaching, before railroads were
quite as. plentiful as at the present time.
The professor one afternoon, before the
show commenced, in wandering about the
streets of, J think it was Lewiston, encoun-
tered on the outskirts of the town a.small
band of Indians. T'wo or three companions
were with him. While chatting together, .
looking about and observing things generally, -
McAllister -became quite familiar with a
mongrel dog owned by the redskins, whom
he proceeded to pet. :
«Fine dog,†said the professor.
“Ugh,†grunted an Indian. -
‘How much you sell him for?†asked the
magician. 2
“Ugh! two dollar,†replied the Indian
holding up apair of dirty fingers to indicate
the amount.
«“ Him very fine dog,†said McAllister,
stroking the cur down the back and taking
a gold piece from the end of his tail.
«Vil hil? exclaimed the redskin, looking
on in astonishment, his eyes ready to start
from his head in excitement.
«« Him very fine dog indeed,†quitely con-
tinued. the professor, this time taking a
whole handful of coin from the cur’s tail,
and picking stray pieces from his mouth,
nose and ears, which he transferred -to his
pockets. - 5
Strange noises were heard proceedin
from the interior of the brute. He oronad
and laughed and howled and barked, at all
of which the poor deluded redskins stood
in the utmost awe and astonishment, and
_couldn’t for the life of them understand
what had come over the spirit of the animal.
It was hard to tell which was the most sur-
prised—the Indians or the dog. After
filling his pockets with gold and taking
another fistful from the cur’s tail, the pro-
fessor left the redskins in peace. He had
not been gone ten minutes before the latter
pounced upon the poor doomed animal and
cut him wide open, Like the goose that
laid the golden egg, there was nothing inside, |
and it- was only fair to presume that the only —
reward was a fine feast upon ribs of roast
dog, browned te a.turn, Gea
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E PLURIBUS UNUM.
MAURICE THOMPSON.
Epes legend set upon our shield
Brims with grand meaning: All in one,
Hearts wedded; souls together run
At white heat on the battle field.
One shinirg way for all to take,
One cath, one hope, one purpose grand,
---~ Qne-flag-for-all in all the land,
Upheld by all for freedom’s sake.
One sign set in the central sky,
Read of all men alike, a name
‘Written in empyrean flame
By the bold hand of Destiny!
That legend naught could dim or mary
Though bathed in tears and hid in.smoke,
Forth from the focal storm it broke,
A bow above the cloud of war. j
‘We read it pensively and knew
Some element of precious gain
Had come to it from wounds and pain,
And mightily its meaning grew. :
And so we keep upon our shield
The deathless legend: . All in one. -
Hearts welded,. souls together run
At white heat on the battle field.
A myriad songs, together thrown
Across old gulfs of hate, are blent,
_ Like starlight in the firmament,
And round the world in triumph blown.
Onur starry unity of stars
Gives man a manly masterhood,
Gur law of love-engrossed in blood
fs sealed with burning bullet scars!
THE SUBLIMEST BOOK.
- SIR WILLIAM JONES,
[ HAVE carefully and regularly perused
A these Holy Scriptures, and am of opinion
that the volume, independently of its divine.
@rigin, contains more true sublimity, more
exquisite beauty, purer morality, more im-
portant history, and finer strains of poetry
and eloquence, than could be collected
within the same compass from all other
hooks, in whatever age or language they
- may have been written.
A NATIONAL ANTHEM,
J. EB. RANKIN.
NA, by the Pilgrims planted,
\ In their weakness, faint and few,
Sraving Western wilds, uudaunted,
Founding here an empire new.
Gird theefor thy sacred mission,
_ Take thy place infreedom’s van, . ~ as
Rise, to equal-thy commission; :
Stand for God, and truth, and man,
_ Nation, heir of all the ages,
_ Called to scepter in such time,
Fire of prophet, light of sages,
~.. Guide thee on thy path sublime:
Once, earth’s eyes were on thee gazing,
When her cheeks for thee grew pale:
Now, thy grand achievements praising, -
Glad, she greets thee, ‘‘Hail, all hail.†.
SS eae
Nation, by rich blood defended, :
Shed on many a hard fought field,
Where thy realm shall be extended,
Be the Savior’s sign revealed:
Let his cross above thy banner,
Build his kingdom up the first!
Till with shouting of hosanna,...
Glory on the world shall burst.
May thy laws, O great Jehovah,
ver bethe nation’s guide;
Her, thy wings in battle cover,
And in peace from peril hide:
Like the voice of either ocean,
Making each toeach, reply:
May the sound of her devotion, ~
. Eastand west, mount up on hight
‘LOST IN THE MOUNTAINS.
It was
oe GORTON had just as fine a pony
asany boy might wish to ride.
his mothers-present on his twelfth birthday.
And generally speaking he was kind to 1%
and did not test its‘strength too much. But
boys are only boys after all, and sometimes
“Sydney’s want of thought made him just a
little unkind to his pony. One afternoon
Sydney and Blaze—that was the name he
gave his pony—started off for arun. Syd-
‘ney thought it wonld be good fun to take
the mountain track, feeling sure he would ~
get home long before dark. He rode along
with great delight little thinking how time
was flying, and when at last he resolved to
_return home, he was totally at a loss to know
which way to turn. Worst of all the night
was coming down. And here he was lost in
the mountains. He was almost at his wit’s
end, at last a happy thought came to him.
He patted his pony on the neck and. said
«Home, Blaze, home!†and then just let
Blaze take his own course.
track, and before it became very dark he
reached home, prouder than ever of his —
‘bonny pony Blaze,
In a very little.
time, he found his pony was on’ the right -
apt
LICAN,
CHA PE
BTING
B
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6Y
TWO LITTLE
MILKMAIDS.
sive Little Mi kma ide.
Sayan
fe WO little milkmaids, co and gay; Two little shiliemeids—-plenty 40 say; -
e)
Down through the fields they took fen way,
Two little dogs running out to play;
In the sparkling grass of the early day.
Two little milkmaids and two little pails;
Two little dogs wagging two little tails;
Gun bonnets fluttered like pretty white sails ;
‘They danced over pathways, and climbed
5 over “rails,
_. two.
The maids a
along in the grass
_ and the dew.
The cows did their
best to’ call out
fee ‘“Bulaboo!â€â€™
Which, perhaps, in thee fonguage j is ‘‘ How
do you 'do?â€â€™
“Never were milkmaids sweeter than those :
Their gowns were all gathered, the ‘pink of
the rose ;
ks were like cherries ;
- . Their che
out their toes ; ee
And their“sashes were tied in most beautiful
-bows.
“DOWN THROUGH THE FIELDS THEY foEs Beas WA x.â€
as A
they turned
ace HOW. Pare
Two little friends with one birthday. = =
Work this morning—afterwards play !
~ The inoney for milk shall be theirs to- day,
Peggs said to Pattie Pond Pattie co ce
‘We shall buy a fat oe and. ‘sell all
its £888 se
For eggs at the Gate shen: ee
“begs, oe a
_ And soon we can. buy
something nice on:
- four legs.
We could get a the:
mar rket a very thin
sheep,
And gather fresh clo-
ver all day for its
keep,
aa sell
To buy a young calf—second-hand, you know,
Lit off fat; and go on. with ; a leap,
cheap.
he
cow, - =
calf -would grow _into a very big
Profits on profits the mills i allow— a
neat little farm, a man’ and a plow ; ws
Our: fortune -is made, do you see, Paty,
“
ey
They stopped and ee in each
“Our fortune is made 1? = “Oh
- yes Ty and © Oh, yes!â€
“Satin atid silk shall be every-day
- dress; : as :
We shall ae ‘upon donkeys, ie
* any princess,
And have twenty dozen v! dolla—
. 10 less | ee = s
other’ s eyes.
Oh! but the village “would get as
surprise ! !
Pattie and Recay felt ¢ os so wise,
~ And their castles i in air ran up. to i skies.
They pitied the children that sat in school,
They called the cows from the reedy pool,
And each sat down on her milking-stool,
And milked the cows in the morning cool
. Two little maids sang a milking tune:
‘ Pattie and Peg will have money soon—
TWO LITTLE MILKMAIDS.
“AND MILKED THE COWS IN THE MORNING COOL.â€
Ladies in silk, with a silver spoon,
Donkeys and dolls and a toy balloon !"â€
A boy drew near in a smock-frock- sack—
A boy with his hands behind his back ;
For wasting time he had a knack,
And so his name was Idle Jack.
Pattie and Jack went frisking about—
Pattie and Jack with a laugh and a shout.
One little milkmaid alone
left out,—
Poor little†Begey pegen to
pout,
Climbed to tide on the old
cow's back.
. ‘the. haystack—
‘No one to play with—alas
and elack |
Pattie playing with Idle Jack :
Peeey went sulking around —
Pe
AWD si yh ANY My |
w akc : ‘ A; A a
“HE DRANK THE MILK TILL IT MADE HIM COUGH.â€
Two little pails unguarded stood, . --Pail number one. upset — moreover,
Milking pails of the whitest “wood,
“T'was done by the milkmaids’ terrier —
Two little dogs said, “We would if we Rover,
could |†‘And the milkmaids’ pug went tolling )
Their tongues were thirsty, it looked so good. Oe
oe Out of the milk and into the clover,
The farmyard dogs, with bark and. scoff, :
“Said ‘ Who’s
ri off ! â€
afraid ?� and ‘‘Come—show Pail number two stood -full and white,
. Till six little dogs began to fight.
The pug said, ‘I can climb a trough !�
And he drank the milk till it’ made him
cough.
. Splash went the second a Oh! what a
sight —
Six little dogs in a terrible plight!
Four little dogs went
scrambling up,
Greedy to plunge in
: SO Sweet a cup.
Growling, ‘Get out!â€
and ‘‘T,et me get.
a sup p»
And ‘Mind you don’t
tumble, my dar-
4ing pup!â€
. aR, —
pod 3 1 we Sa 8
“BOUR LITTLE DOGS WENT SCRAMBLING UP,â€
‘Two,
Far away from the
dairy gate,
“ittle milk-
-mInaids mourned
their fate.
took
Peggy ‘care
of her pail too
late.
os Toby and Rover sat Bs
downs to wait,
ay
- Not a penn’orth of milk had the maids for
—_ a z e - “
Impudent Rover got into the pail.
On the stool sat the pug with the curly
tail ; :
In the middle stood Peggy to weep and
=
wail—
sale.
No milk, no money, no silk, no sheep,
No dozen of dolls, no donkey to keep:
‘Slowly home they had to créep,
Bending the bonnets down fo. weep.
‘First came Peggy, to point the track,
Dogs came next, white, brown and black ;
Pattie was sobbing along at the back,
With the pails, and the stools, and Idle
: 2 Wi a *
os
TWO LITTLE MILKMAIDS.
“IN THE MIDDLE STOOD PEGGY, TO WEEP AND WalL,â€
Cheer up, little maidens; cheer up! say I. i
After spilt milk it’s no use to cry.
The castles in air fell. down from the sky ;~
But we all shall have honey for tea by:
and ay
RANDPA BROWN had invited little As and her papa and
mamma to visit him New Year's Day. -Little May was so
delighted when papa and mamma said th ey would go.
She looked longingly forward to the’ day, and not the least
of her enjoyment was the thought that she would have such
a jolly, jolly ride. Grandpa ee lived some twenty miles
away, and as there were no cars ny would have | to go
\ > = with a ehorce and sleigh, < : ‘ ‘
May’ s papa had a large, bay horse, which was called Old Charli ede
was kind and gentle and May and her mamma could drive him anywhere. As
there was plenty of snow on the ground, and the roads were well broken, papa
said they would drive over the os before New Year.
_ The day came, bright and sunny. . May was so excited she coul Id. hardly
eat her breakfast. When her papa came in from the barn, he said Old Charlie
did not seem well, and if he had another horse he would let Old Charlie rest,as
he did not think him fit to drive. May’s face grew cloudy, and she said: “Oh,
papa, do go!†.So her papa concluded that they would start. Alter breakfast
aan
_ the horse was oe pouhe and May and her ‘parents sued into the sleigh,
the robes were drawn snugly around a and they started ‘off. On the aa ;
to Grandpa’s ‘they must cross quite a river, but as the ice was frozen hard and
_ teams were crossing, there was no danger there. Old Charlie went along rath-.
> er slowly, but he bid fair to get them.to Grandpa's before noon. When they
~ reached the river, they-plainly saw that the horse was very tired. He seemed
: scarcely able to walk, butas it was only a few miles further, they urged him on,
eS oe he slipped on the ice and fell, as we see him in the picture. Te all got
out. May and her mamma stood looking at him, while | papa cut the fee
a od to get him up, but it was no use. _ Poor Old Charlie could never Ze =
another sleigh.
What to do papa aes not know. There was no house in sight. The. day
had grown cold, and he could not leave May and her mamma there, so they left
poor ' Old Charlie and sleigh and started off on foot. ‘After walking nearly a :
mile they came to a bocce _May’s papa went in and told the good old farmer
who lived there that his heres had been taken sick and had died on the ice; and
‘that he was anxious to get to Mr. Brown's as early as possible. The old farmer _
said: ‘‘ Well, well, weil, this is too bad. But you can take one-of my horses
and send it back to-morrow.†So papaandthe farmer went back to the sleigh,
where they found everything safe. They took the harness off poor Old Charlie,
then cut alarge hole in the ice, dragged him there, and buried him in the water.
Then they hitehed the farmer's horse to the sleigh and went on. When they
reached the farmer's house May and her mamma got in, and they all went on
to Grandpa's. They reached there without any further accident, but» oy Se
New Year was a sad one, because she loved Old Charlie so.
CAPTAIN PILCHARD OF BAR HARBOR.
APTAIN PILCHARD was the captain of
the yacht ‘‘ Escape.†While it was very
delightful to sail with him, it was much more
delightful to hear him talk. Many and
many an hour have I sat by his side, in the
«“Hiscape,†hearing and drinking in his wise
words. It was amusing to hear him talk
about religion. Here is an example of his
tall:
‘Religion kinder bothers me, it dooz.:
There’s so many sects. Th’ Baptist is all for
water, and I’m not agin water, but it don’t
seem to fit inter nothin’ spiritooal; just as if
to wash the main deck ’ud keep a gafi-topsle
from a splittin’, or a ship from a-leakin.â€
And sc he would go on in his queer way crit-
icising all the sects in turn, always winding
up with the charitable observation that there
was some good in them all. I went to Bar
Harbor last summer, but Captain Pilchard
was dead, and the “‘Hscape†had been sold,
and I felt very sad. ;
GIVE, _
DWIGHT WILLIAMS.
_& (NX IVE!†says the sparkling little rill,
7 “T always give, am giving still; ©
And yet I have enough alway, :
God fills my fountain every day;
‘‘ Give!†says the little rill,
*« The cups of others fill.â€.
*« Give!†says the pretty garden flower,
«I vive my fragrance to the bower, —
T give the bee his morning meal,
And yet no want I know or feel,
And my reward is this —
The dewdrop’s morning kiss.â€
-* Give!†says the bird upon the tree;
«1 sing my best, my song is free;
T never knew a bird sung out
And left forlorn to fly about;
To sing my song and give
Is my best way to live.â€
* Give!†says the twinkling star above,
«*T shone before you saw me, love;
B I give the sailor on the sea—
I give the light God gives to me,
*« Give!†says the tiny star,
“The light shines very far,â€
* Give!†say the angels as they speed
From heaven to earth for human need;
They come to us—we do not see,
But thay are sent to you and me.
‘Qive!†said the angels bright,
Good angels day and night,
they want to be well.
_ that they may live.
“ Give! * saya {he Lord of earth and shy,
“ T gave myself, I came to die; é
ave my love that you might live;
All mine is yours, can ye not give?â€
Yes, Saviour, we will bring
Our gifts to Thee, our King.
HEALTH AND WORK,
T. R. ALLISON.
HERE are many persons in the world —
whose only capital is health. ‘They are
engaged in work of various kinds, and so long
as health laststhey earn a good living. They
must learn. how to avoid ilness by living in
the right way. Others there are who have
lived wrongly in youth, but have found out
their errors in time to have a fairly good con-
stitution left. These may live to a ripe old
age healthfully, if they only take care. Oth-.
ers there are with everything that xiches can
give; these must learn to live rightly, too, 11
Plain food, exercise,
etc.. will enabie these to live long, as they
are not troubled by the necessity of work so
Wealth comes not from
our income, but from the amount we save
of it; so health comes not fromthe amount —
we have to go on with, but from the amount
we save by not spending it on trifles which
waste our strength and give us no return,
“GIVE US THIS DAY.â€
J. Te BURTON WOLLASTON.
IFE brought her nothing men call good,,
None of its brightest or its best,
But sorrow broke her solitude,
And anguish sougnt her patient breast;
Yet, through it all, her faith was strong,
And strongest when most dark her lot;
She knew that peace was hers ere long,
Where sorrow dies, and tears are not,
So, with clasped hands and bended head,
- Her lips could say:
‘ Give us this day
Our, daily bread.â€
She climbed the weary hill of life
With feet unaided and unshod
(Save by God’s grace), and constant strife
Attended every step she’ trod; :
Yet, through the gloom these shadows made
A light about her feet was cast, :
And, lifting up her voice, she laid
Her load where loads must come at last.
Hence, those poor lips, so scantly fed,
Tn faith could say:
‘* Give us this day
Our daily bread.â€
HARBOR,
AR
ARD OF B
CH
PIL
MR
A SPANISH BULL FIGHT.
LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON,
Te amphitheater is an immense place, -
round like the Roman colosseum, and
the ring is surrounded by ‘‘terraced granite,â€
and crowded with galleries. Six bulls were
doomed to die for our entertainment, but [
only out-stayed the taking off of three of
them. It was the last grand bull fight of the
season, and the audience was a brilliant one.
‘The young king and queen looked down from -
their box of state, old Isabella was there
with her daughters; and adjacent boxes were
occupied by lords and ladies of high degree.
The first bull was very meek. His sole
desire seemed to be to be let alone. The
~~ picadores, or mounted spearsmen, pricked
him with their lances, and he looked at
. . . . * a
them with an injured air, as if he would fain
have said: ‘‘How can you? I am a well-
intentioned bull, and J deserve nothing of —
this sort.†One was divided between disgust
at his want of spirit and indignation that _ —
creature so harmless and kindly should be —
foredoomed to death. He waked up slightly
When the banderilleros came in with their
darts and their gay cloaks; but all through —
~ one felt that he was being butchered to make
“a Spanish holiday, without at all taking his
- own part, and even the matador, whose office’
it was to give him his death wound, per-
formed his task a little scornfully, as if it
were hardly worth the trouble. Sat
The second bull was a different fellow .
As a young American on my
left expressed it, he was ‘‘all there.†He
altogether,
had a sullen, determined, desperate nature,
He gored two horses to death, literally in an
instant, just uplifting them and. running
them through with his-mighty horns, He —
made sudden plunges at the banderilleros,
and he pushed the great matador himself to .
the end of his resources; but at last he lay
there dead, and the team of mules dragged
him out of the arena. He was as black as
an undertaker’s horse; and he had been
solemn and indignant and scornfully defiant
_ all the way through.
_ The third bull was a little red one, as fiery
-and aggressive a creature as can possibly be
imagined. THe did not chance to hurt the
horses, but he made swift plunges at the
cloaked banderilleros, which it took all their
skill to escape, and once he even leaped the
barrier, and caused a precious consternation
among the audience for a moment.
brilliant creature made hot work for the
This .
,
banderilleres, and held even the matador for
a long time at bay, but at last he gamely
died; the black mules dragged him away aa
they had done his brothers before him,
By this time I thought I knew enough
about bull fights, and i left the king and
ee and their court to behold the other
three combats without me, and went away -
to walk on the prado and reflect. My sym-
pathies were all with the bulls. They were —
the only creatures who had no show of fair
lay. They alone were doomed with abso-
lute certainty from the start. .Eyen the
horses might escape, and at worst their tor-
ture was but fora moment. The men were.
only in just enough danger to make the thing
exciting, and there were ninety-nine chances 2
out of a hundred that they would escape.
scathless; but the bull, let him bear himself
never so bravely, was to be made an end of. —
THE LIGHT OF THE STARS, ~~
gsc Be NEWHATIA = ee 5
HE star shone bright o’er Bethlehem
: _ That Jed the wise men to the manger,
Where cradled in his poverty . . - | Bae
And weakness, lay the Heavenly Stranger, A
The star shone dim on Olive’s hill
At midnight when the Saviour prayed. :
Alone in dark Gethsemane, pas
Where Judas with a_kiss betrayed.
But now-the bright and Morning Star. ~
Shines with a pure, unclouded ray,—
A heavenly beacon, shining far,
» To guide the pilgrim on his way.
_ NEVER SAY “FAIL.†=
\ ] HEN Mr. Cobden. first appeared ag a
VY speaker, at a public meeting in Man-.
chester, he completely broke down, and the
chairman apologized for his failure. Sir
James Graham and Mr. Disraeli failed and
were derided at first, and only succeeded by —
dint of great labor and application. At one
time Sir James Graham had almost given up
public speaking in despair. He said to his. .
friend, Sir Francis Baring: “I have tried it
every way— extempore, from notes, and com_
initting all to memory—and I can’t do it. I
don’t know whi it is, but I am afraid I shall
never succeed.â€â€ Yet, by dint of perseverance.
Graham, like Disraeli, lived to- become one of
the most effective and impressive of parlia-
_ mentary speakers,
T
ULL FIGH
SH B
A SPANI
THE BANNER OF THE RED CROSS.
STANDARD, or flag, represents not -
only the patriotism and strength, but
also the sentiment or thought of the nation.
These emblems have existed from the most
remote periods, and have always exercised a
powerful influence upon mankind. In the
- time of Moses, 1491 B. C., the Hebrews had
sheir standards; Solomon hoisted the stand-
ard of the Lion in Jerusalem, upon which
was inscribed the sentiment, ‘ Rise, Lord,
Jet Thine enen:ies be dispersed, and let those
that hate Thee flee before Thee.†Romulus,
when he founded Rome, adopted on his
standard the image of a she-wolf (his re-
puted foster-mother), combined with the
eagle of Jupiter, which was the emblem of
his senate.
standard, which is always preserved with the
greatest veneration, enveloped in four cover-
ings of green taffeta; inclosed in » case of
reen cloth, and only on occasions of extreme
danger is this sacred symbol taken from its
place of deposit. His devout followers ‘be-
fieve it was brought down from heaven by
the angel Gabriel. nae
A well known United States senator, re-
turning -from a prolonged tour in foreign
lands in 1878, said “*T have seen the glories
of art and architecture, and mountain and
river. [have seen the sunset on the Jungfrau,
and the full moon rise on Mount Blanc, but
the fairest vision on which these eyes ever
looked was the flag of my country in a for-
eign land—beautiful as a flower to those who
love it, and terrible.as a meteor to those who
hate it. It isthe symbol of the power and
glory and the honor of 50,000,000 of Ameri-
cans.â€
But after all one of the most glorious of
flags is the banner of the red cross,
ternational public conference was called at
Geneva, Switzerland, in 1863. At this time,
a treaty was drawn up and signed by repre-
sentatives of- twenty-five different govern-
ments, which provided for the neutrality of
all sanitary supplies, ambulances, surgeons,
nurses, attendants, sick or wounded men, and
their safe conduct when they bear the banner
of the red cross. Largely through the influ-
ence and perseverance of Miss Clara Barton,
our Government was induced, eventually, to
instruct its proper representative to sign the
treaty. Asa compliment to Switzerland, the
assoclation adopted as its banner the colors of
_ the Swiss flag, reversed, the red cross on a
white ground, ‘This flag is held sacred by
Mahomet selected a green
An in--
-ness? ‘* Happy are the humble.
_ the contrite.
all sivilized nations of the world. In the
flercest battle no shot is ever aimed at this
symbol. It protects alike castle or cottage,
friend or foe, It insures safe conduct to all
transports in an enemy’s country. Under
this banner social distinctions are abolished.
The proudest rulers of the kingdoms of the —
earth bow with respect and submission to
this banner the universal representative of
swords into plowshares and their spears into
pruning-hooks, and learn war no more,â€
NATURE’S THREE GRACES.
LURA BELL. :
INE with the flush of light new born,
Danced the beautiful feet of Morn.
‘““Q; Mother Nature, I come to thee,
Full of the sea-waves’ buoyancy!â€
So sang the Morn as her dimpled feet
Scattered the dewdrops and made them sweet... -
And Nature smiled on her fair young child— .
Careless and joyous and undefiled.
Bright through the sky came the glowing Noon,
‘Praying of Nature vo childish boon;
Her heart was haughty, her eye held fire,
_ And speaking, she lifted her proud head higher.
Iam strong and free and I have no peer,
I can burn with my wrath, the green earth sere;
I can sweep the clouds from the weeping sky,
With one swift glance of my queenly eye.â€
Night came to Nature with drooping head,
- And murmured : ‘‘I come to be comforted;
I have sinned and suffered—I come to thee
- Worn and stained with impurity.
Fold me close to thy mother-arms;
Sooth me to rest with thy lullaby charms.â€
And jeweled with tears, the young Night crept
To the arms of Nature, and sweetly slept.
WHAT IS HAPPINESS? _
JOHN TULLOCH,
ve the great question, What is happiness?
Jesus is the embodied answer — at once
the teacher and the lesson. The question
had been asked for ages, and some hundred
solutions had been proposed. And in the
outset of His ministry the Saviour took it up
and gave the final answer. What is happi-
Happy are
Happy are the meek. Happy
are they who hunger after righteousness.
Happy are the merciful, the pure in heart,
the peacemakers, the men persecuted for
righteousness.†In other words, he declared
that happiness is
is a happy-one.
- man’s humanity to man and the harbinger of
the time when all nations shall “beat their
goodness, A holy nature -
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THE LITTLE PAPPOOSE IN DANGER.
E HANING against wagons and buildings:
+4 are dozens of little baskets; with bab
Apaches sucking their fists therein. 'The
baskets are of the regular. Indian style, and’
the poor babies are strapped and laced into
them tight. and snug, nothing showing but
the round, chubby face and two tiny fists.
Some squaws hang their baskets to the saddle-
horns, because if they are left standing on ~
the ground the dogs go round and lick the
babies’ faces, much to the little ones’ diseom-
fort. One vather frisky pony, with a baby
on the horn of his saddle, wanders from. the
bunch and is immediately surrounded by a
crowd of dogs. Their barking starts him to
trot, and with a shriek the mother rushes
from her place in the line to catch him. But
the pony doesn’t want to be caught, and
from a trot turns to a run, and away he.
goes—the basket, flapping on his side, only
making him run the harder,
sorry for the poor baby,
drowned in the general’ burst of laughter
that goes up. Finally the strap that-holds
the basket breaks—down comes poor baby,
thump, to the
pony, after running a few more rods, is
caught by a boy,
diately unlacing the deerskin cover, takes it
ont to assure herself it is sound in. body after
its rather risky vide and fall. >
GRANDMA'S GOLD-PIECE,
SYBNEY DAYRE,
a OLLY,
‘ ing?†;
“No, mamma, but I’m just going to do
33 ca =
have you done your sweep-
it
your time this beautiful morning.â€
“Waste time—O dear!†groaned Polly,
- 88 mamma, who had‘looked into the room,
went away with brisk steps.
‘Waste of time to sweep or do anything in the
house on such a morning as this. I hate to.
sweep, and dusting is worse —it takes longer. .
What’s the use of dusting all these things?
If I pull down the curtains the dust won’t
show a bit.†: ;
Going to the window to try the effect of
the pulling down, Polly put oyt. her head,
and it stayed ont, eee eaa
*
Y J know they are! -
No one scems —
whose yells-are ~
ground, face down, and the —
while the distracted mother -
picks up her unfortunate infant, and, imme- —
_the well or in a haystacl
ec Be quick, then, little girl, Don’t waste 5
on the way.
of your three
See
““T do believe those seeds are coming Up ae
id
she said, stretching down as far as she co
toward the border under the window. “ Yea,
I see the little bits of
green,†ie = ae
All the sweeping and dusting flew out —
of her head as she ran out to look more
closely, = Cc eas a
“Yes, here they are—one, two, three,
four, five, six— more than I can count,
Here is the phlox, and these are the nastur-
tiums, and there ig the mignonette — just
peeping out. O, you little darlings, I know |
you are glad. to be up in the sunshine, ie se
stead of staying in the dark ground. Hurry.
along, you beauties} just let me help you a
little.†eee Se eat
With careful little fingers she pressed away
the earth from some which seemed anxious to
get farther out, crumbling the lumps of
earth and patting it lovingly around them,
“But you are too dry—I must give you ©
some water.†Po Seah eee ay eae
- She brought the sprinkler and watched the
brightening of the tender green ghoots in the--
sparkling drops.’ eee ae
“« Polly!†called a voice. ere ree ee
“Yes, grandma,†she answered. “Where
BEG VOU es Se een ae ie
“Round here on the back porch,†shouted ~
her brother Tom, pees :
Polly ran around, and found her grand-
mother and her sister Madge and Tom hold-
- ing a grave consultation.
‘Polly, grandma’s lost the gold-piece!â€â€
exclaimed Madge, in a breath. ee
‘“ Where?†said Polly, in dismay.
“Well, if she knew where, it wouldn’t be
lost, would it?†said Tom. ae
_ Tthmight,†said Polly, ‘if it was down in
r oF. ES
cs - ; {
“T was going over to your Uncle J ohn’s
yesterday evening,†exclaimed grandma, ‘to
give him the money, and when [ got there it-
Was not in my pocket; co I must have lost it
li was getting dusky when 1
came back, so I could not look for it, but as
I went by the short ent throneh the meadow
and the bit of woods, no one has probably
passed that way since; so it may be lying —
somewhere along the path, and I am sure one ~
pairs.of bright eyes would spy.
it out.†ee eGo
‘Yes, itll sparkle in the sunshine,†Said = os
Mads. oe .
“Can you all go?†asked grandma. :
“Yes,†suid Tom, 4 Tye weeded my bed.® -
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fine nt
‘Yeo, †gaid Madge, «J put our reem in
order.â€
«0, dear!â€â€™ said Polly, “1 haven’t away
the sitting- room; mamma,†she called to
her mother, who was going down the garden
path, ‘can’t I ‘cave my sweeping, to go
with Tom and Madge?â€
“Where?†asked her mother.
“Look out!†cautioned Tom, in a low
voice.
“« Just over to Uncle John’s.â€
_ No, I told you some time ago to get your
work done, and you must not leave it un-
done.â€
«Then, can’t they wait till I do iteâ€
asked Poll y of her grandma.
«elf we do, Unele John will be gone before
we get there,†said Tom.
Grandma followed the two to the gate,
and as their mother got out of hearing,
said:
‘Tf you find the money, give it to Uncle
John. I explained to him that I am giving
it to you three for a reward for not missing
having a Bible text every morning for a whole
year, and that it is to buy the book of poems
for your mother’s birthday. If you can’t
find it, of course I must give you another
gold-piece.’
‘“But, then, Uncle John will not be going
to the city to buy the book, and her wey
will be past,†’ said Madge,
“Yes, it will be a pity if you do not find
it, for 1 have no more money to-day,†said
grandma.
fos dear? Polly groaned more heavily
than before, as she returned to her neglected
duties.
I wish there weren’t any brooms in the world,
or any carpets, or tables, or books.. When I
am a woman, and have a house of my own,
Vil never sweep. Ill stay ouit of doors all
the time. OQ, daw I forgot to tell Tom to
see if that little bird is building its nest again
in the alder bush.
fish in the little creek. They'll find wild
flowers in the woods, I know. And J’d have
told him to leave them, so we'd have them
for mamma’s birthday to-morrow. But they'll
be sure to pick them all. It will be too bad
_if they don’t find the money, so we can have
the book. JI know I could have found it. I
don’t care if I don’t sweep clean—I shan’t
take up the rug or move the chairs. I won-
der if grandma’ll give us another gold-piece
if we learn texts another year? We've learned
such a lot, but there we plenty more, I had
repeated it more slowly, as a sense of
mine better than Tom this morning, but
was a short one.’
“ Whatsoever thy | hand findeth to do, do it
with all thy might.â€
Polly said it almost without thinking, then
its
meaning came over her, As her eyes wan-
dered about the half-swept floor, she recalled
something grandma had suid at breakfast
time: :
‘« Bringing an earnest purpose of doing our
-best to everything we do. The smallest thing
we do may be an offering of service to the
- Lord if well and faithfully done.â€
“‘T wonder if grandma would call this
sweeping a piece of faithful work. 0, dear!
duty is a dreadful thing.†Polly looked at
the floor in great discontent. ‘‘ But it is get-
ting so hot, and I do hate to sweep. I wish
mamma didn’t think it her. duty to make us
children learn to do things about the house.
f
Hattie Pierce never has to sw eep and dust.c =
But after a few moments’ thought, the
chairs were dusted and carried out of the.
room, and the rng lifted a shaken. Then
a half-hour’s patient work put a very differ-
ent look upon things, and Polly was well sat-
isfied with it as ghie brought a few Bedding
lilacs and put in a yase.
“Now, this door-mat-~I didn’t mean to
touch it as 1 swept the os but here it
oes. 7
«What's that?â€
A flash in the sunlight as she jerked up the
. mat, a clink and a roll down step after step.
«Such a lov ely morning for a walk! —
And I wanted to-see the.
came over Polly’s face.
ae
‘on the porch.
With a ery of joy, Polly sprang after the
shining thing.
«“The gold-piece!
I lifted the mat.â€
With a.few words to grandma, she sped
across the field to Uncle John’s. When
nearly there she met Madge and Tom coming
back with downcast faces.
«We didn’t find it.â€
“‘T’ve found it—here ’tis,†cried Polly,
waving her hand. ‘‘It was under the mat
Just in the fringe. Grandma
must have drop ped a there before she went
to Uncle John’s.†She wus rushing on, but
Tom stopped her.
*“Tt’s too late now.
the station.â€
An expression of bitter disappointment
No birthday present
would be waiting for mamma.
SOneatial had only swept my room when
mamma told me!â€
O, how glad I am-+that
Uncle John’s gone to
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GO NOT, O PERFECT DAY.
ROBERTSON TROWBRIDGE.
; Go not, O perfect day!
© day so beautiful, so golden bright.
A little longer stay!
Soon in thy western window fatles the light;
Soon comes the night! sei =
~ Delay!
Go not, O perfect day!
Go not, dear life, away!
Dear life; one’s cheerful friend and guest of yore,
i A little longer stay! -
Soon wilt thou steal from us, and shut the door,
And come no more!
: Delay! : : a
Go not, dear life, away! ;
HOPE,
VON KNEBEL,
he hope is based on energy of char-
. acter, A strong mind always hopes,.
and has always cause to hope, because it
knows the mutability of human affairs, and
how slight a circumstance may change the
whole course of events. Such a spirit, £00,
rests upon itself; it is not confined to partial
Views, or to one particular object. And. if
at last all should be lost, it has saved itself—
its own integrity and worth. Hope awakens
courage, while despondency is the last of all
evils; it is the-abandonmentof good,——the
giving-up of the battle of life with dead
nothingness. — 3
“ART THOU HE THAT SHOULD COME?â€
PROF. N. A. BARRETT, :
“Now when John had heard in the prison the works
of Christ, he sent two of his disciples, and said unto him:
Art thou he that should come; or do we look for another?
Jesus answered and said unto them: Go and show John.
again, these things which ye do hear and see, The blind
receive their sight, and the lame walk, the lepers are
cleansed, and the deat hear, the dead are raised up, sad
the Bue haye the gospel preached unto them.â€. Matthew
ay W~O, Fe §
A RT thou He, the “ Hope of- Israelâ€
s Sung by royal bards of old, s
Prince, foreseen in prophets vision,
_ King; by holy seers foretold?
Art thou He? Our hearts are weary!’
Lo, our watching eyes are dim,
Man’s deliverer, Satan’s conqueror, >
Hail we Thee, or wait for Wim?
Speak the word Oh, Holy Teacher,
Calm our heart’s rough troubled sez, _
Weary are our souls with waitin g,
Master, Master, art thou He?
_ Lothe answer! calm convineing !
“ Mark what things ye hear and see
“ Let my teaching, let my preaching
“Let my actions speak for me.
“Fo tie blind comes a t from heave’
‘“To the lepers, health once more,
““Deat ones hear, the dumb are singing, -
Sees “Dead men rise, death’s reign is.o’er.
“Tell your Master, Desert-Wanderer,
“ Mightier than the seers of old, --
“That my gladand glorious gospel
_ “Gomes, unbought by gems or gold.†:
Still we hear through circling centuries,
Holling down the years for aye,
From the lips of many a sufferer,
Still that sad imploring ery.
We are weary of earth’s phantonis,
eek we rest but seek in-vain,. _
Naught is ours, save endless grieving,
Naughtis sure, save toil and pain.-
Ave there hills beyond death’s river ?
fs there liglit beyond the tomb?
Who can teach us, guide.us, save ts,
Head us to a lasting home? -
List, to words like. distant music
rom yon Galilean shore, ~
Sorrowing, doubting, weary mortals,
Come to me and grieve no more.
Ye who toss on lifes rough billows, _
Ye by doubts and fears distressed,
Laborers worn and heavy laden,
Come to me J’ll give you rest.
THE VOLUNTEER.
“N° the following page will be found an
excellent picture of the Volunteer the
fastest sailing yacht in the world. From
the first day she spréad her wings to the
winds, up to her suecesful ~contest with the.
> UE
Scottish yacht Thistle; she was the admira-
tion of all American yachts men and boating
enthusiasts, Her triumph was so decisive
that while she delighted her admirers
beyond measure, she amazed the crew: of
the Thistle, who were hardly prepared to be
80 badly beaten.
One of the English news-
papers commenting on the race says:—‘ It is
of no use to attempt to minimise the defeat,
and while we should have been. very glad
had -victory ab last attended our efforts to
build a yacht which should be faster than
anything of its size afloat, we can ab least
show our national characteristic of taking a
beating good temperedly, and of oxpressing
our congratulations to our conquerors at
having surpassed. all their previous efforts,
and turned out a craft even superior to the
fleet vessel we sent over to contend against
them.†Ibis now accepted without ques-
tion that the Volunteer is at the head of all
swift sailing sloops. aan
THE HERO OF THE GUTTER.
WM. BYE.
pare the gutter he waded
To splash in the muddy rain ;
Scant was his ee and covered
With many a greasy stain;
But God made the Titite hero,
" And under his ragged vest
He carried a soul of honor
Pure as huimanity’s best.
Into the gutter he waded, =
And tossed with his naked feet
A pocket-book, stored with riches,
Clear into the rain-washed street.
“Money!†cried he as he cz it it,
And thought of his hunger and pain,
A moment he paused — but he cor rauered,
And breathed, a hero again. 3
All nimbly he sought the owner
And gave up the untouched gold,
‘The thrill in his heart repeating,
‘*Happier a thousand fold.â€
“What! honesty in the gutter?
Thank you, my little man.
His happy conscience paid him,
As off the swift fect ran.
Yes, honesty in the cutter,
Do you think it has never been?
Must ermine and silk enswathe it?
Can grandeur improve its mien?
Must the poor waif in life’s desert,
Hungry and eold though he he, +
-Havye no bright spot on his record
Because of his pedigree?
Honor is bound to no station,
Honesty stays by no creed,
And many a noble spirit
Is hid by the garb of need. -
The man of the world may marvel,
Bul poyerty’s Dee are trod
By many a royal hey
Heart-warmed by fhe breath of God.
THE TRUE STORY OF MARY'S
-/ TITTLE LAMB.
Ny of our young readers will be sur-
prised to hear that the well Know nnwr-
sery song of ‘Mary had a littlelamb,†is a true
story, and that Mary ig still living, ea
seventy years ago $he was a titel le girl, the
daughter of a farmer in Worcester county,
Mass, She was very fond of going with
her father into the fields to see the sheep, and
one day they founda baby sheep which was
thought to be dead. Kind-hearted little
Mary, however, lifted it up in her arms, and
as it seemed to breathe, she carried it home,
made ita warm bed near the stove, and nursed
it tenderfy. “Great was her delight when
after weeks of careful fccdigg and shtching ‘
her little patient began to | grow well and = «>
strong, and soon after it was able to run :
about. It knéw its mistress perfectly, always
came at her call, and was happy only when
at her side. One day it followed herto the. |
village a and, not knowing what else to
do with it, she put it under her desk and
covered 1b ce her shawl. ‘There it stayed
until Mary was called up to the. teacher's ah
desk to say her lesson, and then the lamb, =
walked quietly after her and the other chil- é
dyen burst out laughing, So the teacher
had to shut the little gitl’s pet up in ‘the
>wood-shed until school was out. Soon after
this, a young student named John Rollstone sich
‘ole ay poem ee ae and ler Jamb
and presented it to her. ‘The lamb grew to
bea sheep and hy red. for many years, and
when at last 1¢ died, Mary grieved so much
for 1¢ that her mother took some of itswool, .
which was ‘as white as’snow,†and knitted
a pair of stockings for her to wear in remem-
brance. of her pet. Some ee after the
lamb’s death, Sarah Hall, a celebrated woman
Wi a
“who wrote bane: composed some verses .
about Mary’s lamb and added them to those
written by John Rollstone, . making the
poem complete as ave know its: - Bees
Ma ve took such good care of the stockings
made of her lamb’s fleece that when she-was -
a Oe up woman she gave one of them to
churel 1 fair in Boston. As: soon as it bes,
nae known that the stocking was made
from the ileece of *‘Mary’s little lamb,â€
everyone wanted a piece of it: so the stock-
ing was Taveled out and the yarn was cut into
short pieces. Hac h piece was tied toa card, on
which ‘* Mary†wrote ber full name, and
these cards sold go well that they brought
the sum of $140 to the Old South Church.
A CANDV-PULL.
AsO tss
FTAWO little maids had a-candy-pull,
4. Once, on a winter's day;
“Phe very best time that eve hw as,
And the sweetest, tool†laughed May.
Bat mamma frowned, with her comb in hand:
“There is candy everywhere; sere
And-as if (were n’t scattered quite enough, S
Here is some in Gracie’s hair!’
And Gracie’s eyes with tears were blind, .
~A.$ she clung to mamma’s knee ;-
“T fink that this is the worstest kind
Of acandy-pull!†sobbed she. | Se:
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What Gro Boys ¢
fOU'RE sure: you wont be afraid to stay alone a we. done ser
back to-night?†said Mr. Kent to his two sons, Johnnie and —
Robert, aged respectively sixteen and fourteen, as he helped
Mrs Ken into the lumber wagon, 7s stood before. tiie. |
door. -
“Of course not, “ answered Johnnie, bravely. ay don Esee
e what we cheuld be airaid of, and Fm sure we aren't cowards if there i is s anything
_.to look out for.†*:
“No, I know that,†answered “Mr. Kent. “but two beys like you wouldn't
stand much of a show with a good, -stout man. iwas thinking if I was gone,
whoever stole Johnson's corn m ight pay us a visit and see what ¢ they could find.
But I guess there ain’t any da Inger. Shut up the cows and see that the chores’ .- =
are done early, and we'll be back to-night if we possibly « can,’ 5
‘Be sure and tend to the fire,†called out Mrs. Kent, as they drove through
the “bars†into oS road, 271] oe feel s scary about, that when I'm gone; boys
are so careless,†=~ oS : pe
Mr. and Mrs. Kent had oo for email" - “Going to mill†was Is quite an
event i in that section of the country in those days. - Se
_ It generally took two days, as there were no horses and the roads were.
__ bad; but by getting an early start, and by driving home alter dark, the tas sk
_ was sometimes accomplished ina day. _ = = a
Mrs. Kent had not been: to town for two years, and as He husband. had
promised her five bushels of wl eat to ‘trade out†she wént with him to do what
_ Seemed to her an extensive shopping. - Settlers were few and far between in
_ those. days s. Mr. Kent’s nearest neigt hbor, some two. miles ay was the
‘man who had-lost some corn. ~ a ee
~Johnnie and Rob amused themselves about the hotice and oan all day.
When night came they attended to the chores, and then began, to make their
_ preparations for supper. During the day Jona had Shoe a, partridge, an.
_ they concluded to roast it, d
“And well have sonie pota toes and j fonna cake,†said Rob, ad that'll be
good enough for anybody.â€
So they put some potatoes in the ashes of the fire-place and covered thon
over with hot coals. fhen they hung the partridge over the fire, and Johnnie
kept- watch of that-and gave it the proper ‘basting which he had heard his
mother say roasted fowls aINays i while Rob inade the johnny- cake,
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Rob went at the johnay- one on soon had it aking betore the fire in 1 the
, old tin box which housewives used in those days. ae
“I tell you what, Rob,†said Johnnie, as hé turned the oe browning
paridse round, “we're going to havea ey supper. Just smell this partridge,
will you? Ain’tit going to be good?†eA
“I guess it will!†answered Rob, whose mouth had been oe for a
"slice of it for halfan hour back, ‘‘Ain’t it most done?â€
“IT guess so,â€,answered Johnnie. “You look at the potatoes, wont you?â€
Ro scratched away the ashes from the potatoes, and announced that they
were done. ‘ =
‘The house was :
divided into two
rooms below. One,
in front, was a sort of
sitting-room, which
‘Mr. and Mrs. Kent
~ oecupied, while the
_ boys slept up-stairs.
Up-stairs, also, was
_ Mr. Kent's granary.
_He'had thought it.
© Safer to. store his
wheat and corn ip
the house. ‘Thieves
~ would be less likely
to. get to it ‘there
without being found DY Las 0s ym
out, “The second i ee 8
room below was used
-.as a kitchen and dining-room, and it was in this room the boys were cooking
their supper.
> “There!†declared Tohnnse at ne uy ao biheve this bird’s done, You set
_the table, Rob, and I'll take up the victuals.â€
Just as he said this the boys started, for they beard steps at the front
door. They looked at each other i in alarm. Who could their visitors be?
. “I'm going to sée who it is, ’ said ime bravely; some. of ce
- Johnson’s folks.†: sn a
a But their visitors were none “of Johnson’ s folks.†Two men had come in,
and he saw at once that they were ee aL hey were rough, brutal-looking
. : f aiiiusbrere
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- fellows, and the boys felt that they had ayia but pleasant visitors to deal
with.
“Where's your folks?†demanded the foreciont man, as Johnnie looked into
the room.
- body wants ‘em tookup. Don'tyous’ pose we could get em into ee cellar, Rob?†. :
“Gone to mill,†answered Johnnie. Why? ?. Do you want to see father?
“Not much; do we, Elder?†laughed the man who had asked the question. :
“Wall, not pertickler,†noe the one addressed as, ee aS a
_ chuckle. ‘‘I'd like to see some o' that supper I smell, though.†2 ee
“Sod I,†said the other. “see here; youngsters, when’ s youn | folks comin’ eS
back?†es = : :
“J don't know,†answered Johanie, from his position in the door- ey oe oe
‘Father said- maybe he'd be back to-night, and maybe not.â€
“T guess we're safe enough in ooo to tea, laughed the man. “We ve ai
come to borry some o’ that corn you've stowed ; away up loft. Now; while ‘were
gettin it put up, you just put some. o’ that meat an’ things you're a-cookin’ on to.
the table, and we'll take supper with you. -Be spry, cause we can't stay all
night, an’ we wont have any foolin’, you mind that :
The men went up the ladder iadine to the chamber, and Johnnie and Rob.
tooked at each other, as if questioning what they should do.
“I tell you what. I wish we had Johnson here,†whispered Rob. lens
the very men that stole his corn, I'll bet ae & sees
“I wish we could trap em some way,†said Johnnie, thoughtfully. Very
“How?†asked Rob, in an awe- struck tone.
“If we take up the ladder, of course, oe cant get out if we get ‘em- down a
there, can they?†said Johnnie. : oe s :
“No,†answered Rob, “‘of course not, ‘cause It's all oo up ae and.
banked with dirt and logs outside.†cues
; “Well, now S$ pose. we take up the ladder aad put it in the wood. shed...
Then we can lean the trap- -doot up against the wall and spread this piece of
oid carpet over the hole,and put. something: heavy on the corners of it, so it'll
look just as if it was spread over a floor. You see this hole where we go down
cellar is- right square in front of the dou: they’ Il have to come in through to eat. :
Now the minute they step on this carpet down they'll go, ’cause there ain’t
anything to hold ‘em uv, and if we can get ‘em down there and shut the trap- 5
door over em, we’ 72 got em sure, and. ne can’t get away.†tes ee
“Yes,†answered Rob, somewhat doubtfully; bat what. if one of ’em —
should go down and the other one didn’t?†— oe
= oo we ‘ve got to make ’em,†said Johnnie; “you can stand ee by the :
_-- the cell: ar, where the other had brought. up with a, terrible thud and a volley oe :
ee oaths and cuieee coming up fromthe cellar,
“able ee you re at ae and I'll Vee here by- the doe and if I see
" both of ’em ain't a-going down, [’ll ave ‘ema. push, and you must oe in and
help me. Will you ‘do’ ce oe - :
“Ot course. | will,†answered Rob, sturdily, in Spite of his misgivings.
“We'd better be to work, or they'll be down before we're ready for em.’
They turned the trap-door up against the partition, then they dragged up
the ladder and carried it into the wood-shed; then Johnnie laid one or two light, |
thin strips of pine across the opening in the floor, and Rob spread the carpet
over them. One of their mother's flat-irons on each corner held it out smoothly, _
- 86 that any one not in the secret would never have ed that . was no-
floor under it. oa
Hilarie bney re coming!†said ie taking his place behind the doo cS
“Now, for my. sake, Rob, don't: ee get scared, and help me if there’s any
trouble. You be there at the table.’ aa S
The men came down the ladder, each one with a ie of corn on his: back. —
“Suppers ready,†said Rob, going to the door and standing there until
both mien. were clase o him, and one on the heels of the other, to prevént their = 8
“being far.enougl apart, to make the plan a failure by the hindermost man -
- discovering the-trap his.comrade had fallen into before he was into it himself.
; Vhen they were both on the threshold Rob stepped one side, and the 3
foremost man put out his foot-and supposed he was safe in putting it down.
- But when he did so he discovered his mistake. Down went the carpet and he
with it, and his comrade stumbled “over him, but clutched at the edges of the
opening in such a way that he must have prevented himself from falling into.
fearful oaths, if Rob had not seized one of the flat-i irons and given him several —
—unmerciful blows about the head, while Johnnie crowded the trap-door down
upon him and threw his whole weight upon it. As he had nothing to stand
upon, and could eet no firm hold of anything, he had to let go his clutch and
drop after his comrade. The boys dri agged the wood-box upon the trap:-door,
and felt that they had trapped the thieves :
“Elow pale you are!†said Rob, drawing a long breath,
“T didn’t know I got so excited,†answered Johnnie. a fer just as weak
sa baby now.’ : =
“You're sure they can't dig out?’ said Rob, as he shuddered at the sound
- “Oh, yes, ea Johnnie; “vou know how many loans ae stone we ae
An the walls, and the logs and dirt outside. -They couldn’t get out in a week,â€
o ae Se hadnt 1 much of an appetite for sare you may be sure, While
they were debating about what it was best to do they heard a rumb le of wheels é
at the door, and— :
“Father's come!†cried Rob, and -away-both of them ran, Sure enough,
their father had come. ae
The boys began to tell their adventure in such an excited way that for
some time Mr. Kent couldn’t understand what they were talking about. WI hen
he did he was almost as much excited as they were.
“Mercy onus! Well all be killed!†cried Mrs. Kent, frightened halt: out
of her senses. “Ul never put foot inside of that house while them men’s in
that cellar! Dear me! What did possess them boys to do. such an awful
thing? I felt just as if something was going to happen! I know ’ they db murder &
every soul of us before morning!†oe
But they didn’t. Mr. Kent went after Mr. Johnson, and with his assistance c
the thieves were captured and taken to the village where Mr. Kent had bee
to mill. It was found out afterward, when they came to trial, that the
belonged to a gang of horse-thieves, and the corn they:had stolen was to feec
horses that they re secreted in a swamp not far off. Johnnie and Rob were
heroes for a long time after that, and you will hear the story of how they
Pere the thieves told in that neighborhood now, if you happened to visit it,
a. &
eke --EREN LE, Rexrorp,
* & HK
G Queer Hoy.
E doesn’t like to oy it “weakens | The showman will capture him some day, f
A his eyes,†a: fear, ;
«] But the “right sort†of book will in- . | For-he is so queer.
sure a surprise— __ “
Let it be about Indians, pirates or bears,
TIE there’s won in the garden, his head “aches —
And he’s lost for the day to all mundane | ~ to split.â€
affairs: 5 And his back is so lame that he ‘can’t dig a
By sunlight or gaslight his vision is clear— bit,â€
Now, isn’t that queer? [ But mention base-ball, and he! s cured very
soon,
At ae. of an errand, he's “tired | as a|And he'll dig for a woodchuck the whole
hound,†afternoon. oe
Very weary of life, andof “tramping ae {Do you think he “plays 'possum?†He oe
But if there’s a band or a circus in sight, seemed quite sincere; :
He.will follow it gladly from morning till But—#sn’s he quéer?
“night; : S We S:
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.
Ghe @ctcps
/ > HAT an ill-shapen monster’ is shown in this picture! iti ise
called’ the devil fish, and itis certainly well named, .-It is.
called by this title not only on account of its usly shape, but
because of its fierce“attacks upon other inmates of the sea.
_ The real name of this fish is the Octopus, which means
- eight-footed, though itis also known as the cuttle fish and
the squid. Withits picture before us it is not necessary to —
describe-its shape. Indeed, this would be hard to do. The most
striking feature is the great staring eyes—which are said -to be-
larger than those of any other ne They “have been oe to measure
eight inches in diameter. Think
| of two great eyes eight inches -
- across staring you in the face! Its
eight arms are furnished with
- little fleshy cups: with shell-like.
_ edges; these fasten to any object
Coming ‘within ‘their reach and
2 ae so tightly that no victim can
escape the monster's clasp until
its arms are cut off. Some kinds
_ of these fish have long feelers, or
tentacles, about three times the
length of the body ofthe fish. Its
- width is nearly as great. Its
- mouth is situated in the center of
+ the body and food is carried to itâ€
_ by the arms, and it has not only
one but several rows of teeth. It
- has a very funny way of moving
instead of using its arms to hele. ea as we would think, it takes in large |
- quantities of water through its gills and then by a sudden motion squirts the
water out of a tube near the head. This drives the fish backward like an
arrow. The Octopus is usually found in deep water, often-times among the
rocks on the bottom; although frequently found floating on the surface itseems _
to prefer to live beneath the water. The color is black above and white be-
neath, though it_ possesses the strange power of changing its. color so as to
appear I like surrounding abject. When etchice ie prey it lies with arms rest-
“ ing and tenacles flying, looking much like sea-weed, but let a careless fish da
near “and it will be instantly dragged down by its terrible arms, which fold them-—
—. gelves about it and draw it to the central mouth, and all is over.
The Octopus has not been studied as carefully as many other sea mon-_ —
sters. Living as it does in decp’ water it is not .so easy to study. Many won: -
_ derful stories are told by sailors of their lying upon the ocean looking like small _
_ islands and of even taking hold-of small ships and of .drawing the vessel with
_allits crew to the depths below. Some of the smaller species have been driven. oe
ashore even on our own coast.. In the early. part of this century one was driven _
ashore at-the entrance of ‘Delaware Bay and was.so heavy as to require four
. pait of oxen to bring it to the shore. It-was said to weigh about five tons, that -
_is, as much as ten fod sized horses. It was seventeen feet long and eight- ~
_ teen feet wide. Its mouth was nearly three feet across, Do you wonder atits -
eee ae oe
_ Duting gales of wind, or in places s where there is a small current, fishermen —
_-. often drive them into shallow water where they are. usually captured, large -
~ quantities of oil are then. taken from. their livers; so we see that even the ~
SS wey devil fish, hideous a as he is, may be made to serve the purpose of man. =
2
HOw
| Only Live Byinutes | a
(ITIVE minutes late and the table is| Five minutes late and school has begun, a —
“spread, What are rules for, if you break every one?
The children are seated: and- grace | Just as the scholars are seated and quiet
has been said; — -| You hurry in with disturbance and riot. =
an the baby, all sparkling and rosy,
Rive ; es : . oe ine
Sits in her chair by mamma, so cozy! Five minutes late ae this: bright a
morn;
Five minutes late and your hair all askew, /| All the 2008 peorle to church have now
Just as the comb was drawn hastily through. gone.
There is your chair and your tumbler and plate, | Ah, when you stand at the Beautiful Gate,
-. Cold cheer for those who are five minutes late. ' What would you do if five minutes late?
J
7
> 8 : aS Z é ts Gok Pele
y, Gom’s fOirst and ast Smoke. -
7LMOST every boy who reaches the age of twelve has a desire —
_ to smoke; whether because he thinks it will maké a manof-
him, or because he wants to follow his father’s example, or
that of some friend, it is hard to say. - We think, however, —
that the experience of one boy will be the counterpart ue
_ of any other, and so we will relate Tom's first experience —
with tobacco. Se —
- Tom wasa bright boy and was in the main a pretty
good fellow, always ready to assist any one who. needed Le
his help, good-natured, and, of course, had lots of friends. =
His Uncle John was visiting him, and as Tom had-seen Uncle.
John puffing away at a great pipe and enjoying it greatly, he thought i he~
could only get a good ea ee ;
chance he would try it
himself. One after-
noon his mother had
gone visiting and, as.
his. Uncle John was
away and the pipe lay
on the. mantel shelf, -
Tom thoughtit a good!
chance to take his first
smoke. He filled the
pipe, lighted at and
sat down on the settee’
for a good time. He —
threw one foot over.
the other just as he 4
had seen Uncle John do, and tried to imagine he was having a nice time... &
Somehow it.was not as pleasant ashe had: fancied it. First’ came a strange | oe
sensation in his head. Everything began to assume a vague and dreamy i
appearance. He did not watch the smoke, as at first, but drew away.on the ~
_ ptpe in sheer desperation, hoping that each puff would make him feel better.
The disagreeable sensation and unpleasant feeling began to reach his stomach, :
He wondered whether the boys at school were playing ball on such a hot day <.
6 make him understand _
believeit. Every one
ought to know that the
world turns round,
z OF course it does. In «
2 fact, it was going too
fast. Lf it keeps on abe
Z this rate it would soon
Z throw him off the set-_
†tee, so he got up and —
- tried to stir around. A-
terrible dizzinesscame
over him and, boy like, ~
he blamed his mother —
| for going away. Ifshe -
had stayed at home —
this would not have
happened. ee if S
“he shoale. die? “She aie ‘at as wl have sinyed home as not. :
os Almost every person, whether drunk on tobacco or whiskey, blames some
one else for his misery, éven tough ae one he blames tried to keep him from
the poison. How do~ —
you think Tom would
have felt if his mother
_ had made him smoke
the tobacco? Would
he not have considered —
himself shamefully
- abused? Yes, and with
, good reason, but he is
just as badly abused~
“now, onlyt that hé is too
selfish to blame him-
self... He is getting
_ very little pleasure out
of it, however; the = =
poison is in his brain and stomach, and rising to his feet only i increases his
difficulty. He is too sick or too drunk to stand, and in agony he throws-him-
seif ogein pen th the settee. He wants to cry aloud, but his misery is too deathly a
sonia s
BS LLL
for utterance. Do not eek he feels badly cnoteh, but the poison is not
killing him. He has not smoked enough for that. Oh, how sick he is! And_
allalone! If some one were with him he could stand it better. He thinks of —
other times when he has been sick and his mother has always been with him.
How sweet to have her help him and sympathize with him even though she —
could not relieve the pain. Now he wants her, yet he dare not wish she would —
come in. He suspects her sympathy would not be as cordial on this as on
other occasions. He knows that he doés not deserve her sympathy and yet he
is so miserable. He crawls up, he stretches out, he- rolls over and over, he. ;
grasps his flesh as if he would squeeze the pain out of him, but it is too muchâ€
and he lies down. He again gets up, but the tumult in-his stomach is too
strong for him and up it comes, spilling the filthiness all over the floor which : 2
his mother had taken.
neat and tidy. How
traces of his debauch?
say? He tries to gath- 2
gj fact, Tom does not
think of much of any-
thing, but the crisis of -
his illness is past. The
hot perspiration begins -
to break out upon him,
a tremor comes all over
his flesh and he lies down in a drunken stupor, which results from the effects
of his first smoke. When his mother comes in she stares in dismay at his pale .
face, the pipe fallen neglected, the filth upon the floor. All these are so many
causes to alarm her, and she fears this is the beginning of his downward course. —
When Tom awoke and found his mother standing over him, what a shame took -
possession of him! How mean.and small he felt! But then and there he re-
solved never to try to smoke again, The lesson was a terrible one, but it cured
Tom of all desire for smoking, and fet us hope that every boy who begins this |
filthy habit will have the same lesson that Tom had. Boys, do not delude your-
selves with the idea that you can use tobacco and keep it from your friends, :
such pains to keep _ =
can he remove the
What will his mother
iN “ N Za ‘
Wise .
i) fe (CA
OME with me into my garden, and I will show you something.
Where is my garden? Why, it isin Africa, of course; where
else should it be? Don’t ask foolish questions, but come down oe
to the farther end of ‘the garden, and sit down ‘on this bench,
“ =
under the thick green leaves of the cork-tree. Now look at that branch, and ee
tell me what you see on it. “Leaves?†Yes; but what else? ‘Nothing else.â€â€™
Why, where are your eyes? Put your finger on that leaf, and see—‘Oh! oh! :
It is alive!†Indeed, it is very much alive. ee oat Se See
. That isa chameleon, and a. very singular fellow he is. He isa kind of ae
tizard, and—see! Look! how his color changes! He was green when we first
saw him, and now he is nearly black, with round yellow spots all over him. He
can change the color of his dress whenever he pleases, without having to change
the dress itself; that is a great convenience. He is so perfectly still you might
think him asleep, if it were not for his ereen, big, round eyes, which are con-
stantly moving. Hecan move them in different directions at the same time,
which is more than you can do, or your schoolma’am either. One up and the
other down; one forward and the other back; truly, that is the way to use one’s |
eyes. Itseems very paltry to be obliged to move both at once, and in the
same direction. Ah! he moves a little, just a very little; now he is still again.
I think he sees that large fly which has just lighted on the branch. He says to
S .
oe “himself, “It is dinner-time.†(N.B.—It is always dinner-time whenever he sees
a fly, or any other insect.)
Now, how do you think he is going to catch that fly AMMIt is so far off he - -
i. certainly cannot reach it from where he sits, and his mot are $0 slow that
round which it is closely twisted. BS :
Flash! What was that? Out from his mouth darted a long, slender,
‘the fly might be half a mile away before he had uncoiled his tail from thebranch
_ found thing, as long as his whole body almost; it darts back again, with the a
- » 4y on its tip, and Mr. Chameleon swallows quietly the first course of his _
- dinner. That long, slender thing, as straight as a billiard-cue, and as sure of
its aim, was the gentleman’s tongue! ‘What a very remarkable tongue!†__
you say, and you say well. It isgun and fishing-rod, knife, fork and spoon,
to the chameleon. He will sit there for hours, perhaps, perfectly motion-.
less, except for his tongue; and whenever a’ fly or other insect alights
-within reach of that wonderful member, flash! it is out and in again, and the
_ unhappy insect is devoured before he can say Jack Robinson, supposing that
_ he knows how to say it, which I.doubt—Ah! look! You did not look quickly
enough, my dear. In the time that it took you to turn your head a dragon-fly
came, and was seen, and was conquered, and the last wing of him has just dis- —
appeared from view inside the chameleon’s gaping jaws. And now I do believe’
_ the creature is changing color again! Yes! the yellow spots fade out, and the -
black lightens, until now he is a light-brown all over—just the color of a dead —
leaf. Pop! Another fly has met his fate. | rer x
Have you seen enough of this very greedy fellow? Jump up, then, and(— =
- shake the branch. Whisk! Scrabble! He isgone. You seehe can make haste, oS
after all, when he tries. ee
eae ; -—Laura E. RIcHARDs,
OLEAR THE TRACE!
MRS. HUMMING-BIRD.
One day grandpa said to Harry and Ida, “Children, it you ail
come out while I am picking peas to-morrow morning, you will see
something very pretty.†That was all he would tell them.
They kept wondering about it every little while through the day,
and made mamma promise to wake them early. I was a little curi- _
ous, myself, to know what could be there at six 0 ‘clock i in the morn-
ing, and at no other time.
The children. were very wide awake at the “appointed hour,
and full of fun. Grandpa said they must be anish or Whey, would
frighten away his little Peta 5 a
‘“Won’t you tell us what it is, grandpa?’ z ‘exied a.
“Do tell us, grandpa!†chimed in Ida.
Grandpa lee with a teasing look in his eyes, and said, ‘Oh,
you will soon find out for yourselves, if her royal highness ee us.â€
He had been at work only a few minutes, and was whistling softly
to himself, when out flew the daintiest little humming-bird! Her
nest was in a quince-tree just beyond the fence.
At first she was very shy, and did not alight; but her wings
quivered in the sunshine, and showed the lovely colors. She flashed
around like a bit ue a rainbow, and the chiltzen were wild with
delight.
- Grandpa pretended not to see “her, and. soon she gained moré
courage. Then she flew back to her nest, and called her two young
ones. They had just begun to use their wings, nl the mother-bird
coaxed them along to the pea-vines.
The children hada good look at them item Thoy were about as
large as a bumble-bee, only slimmer in the body. Their feathers
had begun to grow, and they seemed - like a mixture of red and
green and gold.
The mother-bird flew away, and left her little ones near grandpa,
_asif she knew he would keep them from harm. Ina few minutes :
she was back again, her bill laden with sweets, which she ob to the
birdies. :
She did this several times. ‘Then she gave a little call, and flew.
towards the nest. The birdies soon followed her.
Grandpa. said she helped the little birds along with her bill the
first morning she came.
The children were delighted with gr andpa’s | pet They had
never seen a humming-bird before, and to have one so near was an
inducement for them to wake up early.
Mrs. Humming-bird came every morning until the little ones were -
able to fly away, and grandpa’s peas were all picked. ;
. A. D. BELT
A BRAVE DOG.
Harry, Lizzie, and Milly lived with their parents on a farm in
she country. ; : Tae oy eo ee eae
Not far from their house were fields and meadows in which grew
grain and grass, and sometimes also dandelions and buttercups.
Here they used to play in summer, and sometimes they carried
funcheon to their father and his men when at work in the fields. - o
Beyond the fields were the woods, where. they often went to pick
berries or gather nuts. (ae aes ae sige: eee
They had a friend that nearly always went with them. His
name was Bull. He was no bull-dog, however. He was a mastiff,
and considered it his duty to take care of the children. He allowed
no strange dog to come near. If any person whom he did not know -
approached, he soon told him, in dog language, not to touch or
harm the children. If he came across a snake he would seize it
with his teeth and shake it to pieces before it had time to bite.
The dog had very good manners. When told to shake hands.
he would politely hold out his paw. He never went where he was
not wanted, but kept at a respectful distance until called, or until he —
saw that there was something for him to do. ies
One day, as the children were crossing the fields, a furious steer
came rushing after them. A steer is a young ox. The children ran
as fast as they could, but the steer ran much faster. Before they
reached the fence he overtook Milly, who was the smallest, and.
was about to attack her with his horns. Just. then the brave dog
caught him by the tail.and bit him so hard that the steer turned on
Nim and Milly had time to get through the fence safely. But the ~
poor dog was tossed upon the horns of the steer until some men
»
Who ran to his assistance, drove the steer away and fastened him in
eS the stable. ; Ra |
Little Milly was saved, but poor Bull was hurt so badly that
he could not walk for a long time. ae
_ The children brought their little wagon, lifted him gently into it,
ce and took him home. ‘They made for him a soft_bed of-straw in the
wood-house, and fed and nursed him until he was well again,
He continued to live with the children and their parents catil he
was very old. fs
This is a true story. Bull had one fault. He would tes; up the
thildren’s school books whenever he could get them. Perhaps he
did not like to see the children go away to scheol, where he was
not allowed to follow. Perhaps he thought (if dogs can think) that
as if there were no books the children could no longer go to schvol.
a _ At least little Milly said that was his reason, and she weemed -
ae _.. to understand him best.
VACATION TRIALS.
JOHNIE’S STORY. : s
I wantep to be aoai I wanted to have lots of fun.
When I got 2 in the morning I said, “ Here’s another long day,
and no school.†I didn’t have to hurry up. Mamma let me take
as long as I liked to eat. my breakfast. = ;
After breakfast was the worst. We wanted to do the Bees tet
of things you ever knew, but we couldn't.
We began to play store. That was fun for a little while. Then
Susan scolded because we took her new pie-pans for our angle-
worms. We sold the worms ten for a cent for the boys to fish with.
When we were tired of the store, we had to put things all back —
in their places. See a 3
We wanted.a circus. We made a good one with our cat Mopsy
for a tiger. Six boys gave us five pins each to see it, They tound
_-the pins in their mothers’ cushions.
- Edgar Lane’s mother bought a ticket. We made tickets
; a pretty colored paper.
I lost mother’s best scissors
somehow. It- took all the
money in my bank to pay for
them. -
__ When we were having some
jolly fun Susan called out, “You
bad, wicked children, you ’ve
y, got your ma’s best shawl for a.
fg curtain.†.
out of
Be ee
=
: 2 eg
~~» We didn’t know it was her best oH
ee shawl. It didn’t. look nice. Papa Quy ly
oe said it was camel’s hair. We never “\ ,/
thought camels had such queer hair. < ge!
We didn’t play circus any more. ~yWAR
We went in the garden and camped
out. We played the trees were high mountains. I was on the Alps...
My sister in the grammar school told me about the Alps.
_ Edgar was in the same tree on another limb.
_ He called his “The Catskills.†He went to those mountains
once. We had a splendid time. Pretty soon Grandpa came out
and said, “ Here, you young rascals, come down, you will shake off
all my nice fruit!†)
There don’t seem to be any place for boys.
I told Susan so, and she said boys were always in the way.
If we could only leave things around it would be better.
It spoils vacation. when some one keeps saying, “ Don’t do that!
or, “O, dear, those boys!†; |
Edgar says clothes are hateful things. His mother wants him to
look pretty. He wants to
roll on the grass, but he
can't. My mother lets me.
_I have some overalls and
stout shoes, and I roll.
_ My papa says boys have
to climb and roll and keep
busy if they want to growâ€
strong. as ree
When we got tired of our
mountains we went fishing.»
T tumbled in and spoiled my
straw hat. It was not deep,
“ only the mud. ce
; Vacations would be nice if it wasn’t for the big folks. They want
S you to do as they do. : a
: My papa and mamma don’t, but grandma and aunties and my
big cousins do. They make you feel prickly all over telling you
about-proper things. - :
I tell you it’s real hard to feel full of fun and not-let it out. It’s
hard te be a boy in vacation unless you can go off in the country
or down by the sea. Se
KATE TANNATL WOODS.