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PER=CY'S BOAT.

-PER Cs BOAT.

“OH: look, LEY That: is just the kind: of boat
that I want.”
“Where?” asked Jen-ny. “I don’t see any. boat.”







































































































































































“Why, in that old sail-or’s hand. He is sit-ting on
that bit of fence that runs down in-to the wa-ter. Oh,
what a beau-ty she is! I won-der if he would sell it
to me.” a ae oa

“Oh! I don't believe that he would,” said Jen-ny.
“You had: bet-ter not ask him, Per-cy.”

“Pooh! There is no harm in ask-ing,” cried Per.



PER-CY’S BOAT.



cy. “Come on!” And off he ran o-ver the shin-gle,
fol-lowed, af-ter a mo-ment, by Jen-ny, who could nev-er
bear to let Per-cy do any thing that she did not do.

As soon as they reached the man, who was sit-ting
by the edge of the water, with a beau-ti-ful toy sail:
boat in his hand, Per-cy cried out, —

“Ts that boat for sale?”

“Oh, yes! it will sail first-rate,” re-plied the man, a
broad grin spread-ing it-self o-ver his face.

“Oh! but I mean, can I buy it? Is it for sa-le?”

“Oh! that is what you mean, is it?—‘Is it for
sa-l-e?’ Wall, I made it for sa-le.”

“QO good-y!” cried Per-cy, hop-ping a-bout on one
foot. “Wilt you sell it to me?” |

“No,” replied the man.

“Why not?” asked Per-cy, look-ing ver-y red and
an-gry.

= Be-cause, my fine te tle sir, it 1s al-rea-dy s-o-l-d to
a young sir of just a-bout your size; and I am ex-pect:
ing him ey-er-y min-ute to come to get it. Zhat’s why.”
And the man slapped note) poet na-tured- vy on the —
back.

“But PI tell you what,” he went on: “I -can make
an-oth-er.” | | |

“Can you?” asked Percy. “How long would it
taken ane :

SW ell Se2id thes man, “it would depend some-what -
on the weath-er, you know.”

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PER-CYV’S BOAT.

“What dif- coe can the weath-er make?” asked
Per-cy in great surprise.

“Well, you see,” said the old fel-low, “JT am a fish
er-man; and, if it is a fair day, I must be off to sea
in my boat. But if it rains, or blows hard, then I
can-not go off, and must stay at home. Such times
as those I work on boats. I have the hull of one
near-ly worked in-to shape now.”

“Have you?” said Percy eagerly. “Is that bought
yet by any one?”

“No,” said the fisherman. “No one has bought it
yet. | 7

“Then I will take it,” said Percy. “ How soon do
you think now you could have it done? I think it is
go-ing to storm, so that you can- gen go out in yout
boat. “the sky seems threat-en-ing.”

The man laughed. “I don’t see any signs of bad
weath-er,” said he. “I think, though, I on prom-ise
it in a week. But wait a bit, my young gen-tle-man.
You have-n’t asked my price How do you know thar
you have mon- ey e-nough to pay for it?”

“Dear me!” said Percy, “T for-got all a-bout that
What is your price?” 3

“T can lend you some mon-ey, Per-cy,” said Jen-ny,
“Gf you have-n't enough.”

“T get three dollars for a boat like that,” on the
man.

“Oh!. 1 have more than that in my bank,” said
_ Percy, much re-lieved.

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PER-CY’'S BOAT.

“JT live in that house down the road,’ said the man,
point-ing to-ward one with his hand. “ You can stop
in when you want to see how it is com-ing on. Per-
haps you would like to. have her rigged dif-fer-ent-ly
from this one.

So, ev-ery morn-ing, on their way to the -beach, the
children stopped at the old man’s house to see how
the ship came on. The sky was bright and clear each
day; and they of-ten saw the old man’s grand-chil-dren
at the pier, wait-ing for his return from fish-ing: but;
in spite of it all, the toy ship grew a-pace.

By the time it was rea-dy to be launched, Beng
and Jen-ny had :nade a great man-y friends They
knew the boy who owned the boat they had first seen.
His name was jack; and he and Per-cy be-came fast
‘friends. He had a little sister too, who was just
a-bout Jen-ny’s age. Her name was Florence. There
were a good man-y other boys too; and one af+ter-
noon the old fish-er-man took them all out in his boat.

He was known to be a care-ful old fel-low; and so
the par-ents all said that their chil-dren might go.
They had a splen-did time, and were very sor-ry when
it was time to go home.





UNCLE RALPH.



UNCEE: TAP EH,

WE were just sit-ting down to break-fast one day, —
mam-ma, Ma-bel, and I; for our big sis-ter Kit-ty was
ill in bed up-stairs, and pa-pa had gone a-cross the
o-cean on bus-i-ness,—when there came a rap at the



door. I ran up and o-pened it, and who should be there
but Un-cle Ralph!

“Aha!” he said when he had kissed us all, “I am
just in time for break-fast, and I am hun-gry.” And
he sat down, and began to eat so heart--ly that we
‘knew he was speak-ing the truth.



UNCLE RALPH.





“What is this that I hear,” he said, “that Kitty is
ill? I have come to town on pur-pose to see a-bout it.
Now, I must go back to my farm to-mor-row morn-ing,
for it is al-most time to begin hay-ing; and I shal] take
ev-er-y one of you back with me.









TAN HAN
WIN AY
RNY:



“ Jack,” he went on, turn-ing to me, “run up and tell
Kit-ty, and see what she says.”

Oh! if you could have heard the shouts of de-light
that Mabel‘and I sent up, and if you could have seen
how the col-or came into Kit-ty’s cheeks when I told her!



UNCLE RALPH.

“Well,” said Un-cle Ralph when I came back, “then
that is all set-tled. Now we shall have to look sharp
to get the pack-ing all done 1 in: time, for the. train goes
the first thing in the morn-ing.”

You may be sure that Ma-bel and I did all we could.
to help. Un-cle Ralph worked won-ders, and by sun--





set of the next day we were at his house in the coun-
try. Kit-ty was ver-y tired, and had to be brought. from
the station in a close car-riage, with pil-lows un-der her,
and was very glad to go to bed.

But Ma-bel and I thought it pret-ty hard when mam-
ma said that we must go too. , It was hard-ly dark,
but there was no help for it: to bed we went.

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and - early. We
made up our minds
at break-fast that
we would go af-ter



black-ber-ries. We















UNCLE RALPH.



found some; but in try-ing to reach up to a spray
a-bove my head, my foot slipped, and splash I went
in-to the brook up to my knees. The basket near-ly
got a-way from us, for it float-ed down in-to a deep pool
where I could not wade for it. But I got a pole, and
fished it out. 7

Then we had to go home, very much crest-fall-en.
thought mam-ma would be dis-pleased, for it was ver-y
careless of me to have tum-bled in-to the brook; but















she on-ly laughed, and told me to hurry up and put on
dry shoes and trou-sers. a

As I went up stairs I passed by Kit-+ty’s room, and
there I saw through the o-pen door what made mam-ma
so hap-py. Why, Kitty was sit-ting in a chair by the



UICILIE IRAULIPIEL,



win-dow! She had not sat up for two months. No won
der mam-ma was hap-py: I was read-y to shout for joy.

In a week she was out of doors, and in a month
you would not have known she had ev-er been ill. As
for Ma-bel and me, we just had a splen-did time, and
thought no one half so nice as Un-cle Ralph.



Turee children march gay-ly one sun-ny day,
With. hearts as bright as the hour; —
While, on-ly a mile or two a-way,
Two children smile ’mid a shower.

So, sun-shine and rain, pleas-ure and pain,
Each day on some must fall;

But the wise thing to do, if we on-ly knew,
Is to make the best of it all.



A RIDE FOR LIFE.



THE KING'S MESSENGER.

The reil glow of morning had tinged the gray sky,
When, across the wild moorland, my charger and. I,
Hot pressed by the Roundheads, rode ee and fast,
But three miles to Oxford, how long will it last!























The wall rises grimly,—the torrent is deep,

I drew my breath harder, and dashed at the leap.
One shout of defiance, one touch of the spur,
We're over! Ho Cropears, come on if ye dare!

Their steeds spring out wildly and plunge 1 in the flood,
And each Roundhead rider is rolling in mud.

I doffed my plumed hat, with a parting good-day,
Then, wheeling my charger, rode uenine away.

Anon. —

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THE FALL OR THE CASTER.









THEO PAL Or Tan CASTLE. -

“OQ Mee! could not you give us a few cook-ies? we
are go-ing to the beach,” cried out Bell as she hur-ried
in-to the kitch-en. | |

Meg took her hands out of the flour that she was
knead-ing, and nod-ded good na-tured-ly at the little
girl; and soon Bell and her two small broth-ers, Tom
and Ned, were hur-ry-ing to-ward the beach, each munch:
‘ing a cook-y as he trotted on. Miss Knox went with
them, and carried three pails and three shov-els; but as
soon as they reached the sand they took them from her,
and set to work to build a castle. They dug a deep

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LHE FALL OF THE CASTLE.



ditch all a-bout it, and heaped its walls high. Then
Ned tied his hand-ker-chief to a stick, and made it fast
in the sand; and they called it the flag of lib-er-ty. All
this time Miss Knox sat close beside them with her
book in her lap. Near her was old Ben the fish-er-

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man, mend-ing his nets. All at once she heard a
scream, and saw, the three lit-tle peo-ple fly-ing to-ward
her. Be-hind them a great foam-y wave was rush-ing
along. They ran as hard as they could, and the wave
did not o-ver-take them: but the cas-tle could not run;
and the sea beat down the out-er wall, and filled the

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aitch; and the flag of lib-er-ty was torn down, and left
all wet and flab-by on the beach.

“YT s’pose,’ said Tom, “that that wave was as big as
they ev-er come. It was a huge fel-low.”

Old Ben laughed. “I have seen them sweep o-ver









the whole sand belt,’ he said. “I re-mem-ber the night
when the ‘Sea Ro-ver’ was lost, the wa-ter was ten or
twelve feet deep where vou are stand-ing.” |
“Oh, tell us a-bout it!” they all cried; and they
seat-ed them-selves close in front of him. —
Ben saw there was no way to escape tell-ing the
-sto-ry, and so be-gan:—



EGR IBM, IOV SEBNE (OAS IES,

“One night, just as I was go-ing in to turn in for
the night, I o-pened the door and looked out. Such a-

storm as it was! The wind was blow-ing a gale, and

the black clouds were scud-ding in from the o-cean.

lt sae bach mieiitat ssea,ecaa my old wife. = Shut the

door, or the can-dle will go out.’

“Just at that min-ute I saw a rock-et’s glare. ‘A
ship's a-shore!’ I cried, and ran for the beach.. In ten
min-utes there were a hun-dred men there’ We could

see through the gloom the ship fast on the bar, witb

the waves dash-ing o-ver her; and’ we light-ed a great

fire on the beach, to let them know that we knew of. -

their sad plight.”
“And did they all drown ?” ee ven

| Noewa amateols then, scaide en 3° aD came

ashore safe, down to the cab-in boy.”

“And did you get the ship safe ashore too?” “asked |

lit-tle: Bell. | 7
“Oh, no!® said. Ben, smil- ee = the: ship went to

_, pie-ces. On-ly the men were saved.”

“How did you save the men?” asked ene

“We fired: a line from a can-non a-cross the ships. ><
deck,” said Ben.” “Then they made their end fast; and —

we rigged a car on the rope, that was dragged back-
‘ward and for-ward; and they.got in it two or three at
a time, and so were safely land-ed.”

“Dear. me!” said Miss Knox, lols -ing at io watch, ee

he it 1s al-most one ovclock. We must. hurry home."





















BLESS:

Man-y voi-ces in the
wood-lands

Strike on the de-light-ed
| wercar:

Voi-ces from the trees

a-bove us,
Sing ing to the o-pen- ing
year,
Notes that seem
to come from
heav-en,

Mak-ing earth
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Lit-tle birds, se-rene and
hap-py,

Surely, in your up-ward
flight,

Ye are touched with Leas |
en’s glo-ry,

Ye are bathed in Heaven's
light,’ |
And its. col-ors and its

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On your crests and on your wings |
Rain-bow hues are ev-er chang-ing,

Rain-bow beau-ty ev-er clings;
Have you vis-it-ed the Pear
Pret-ty, spark-ling, pa‘nt-ed things?



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SONG .OF THE BIRDS.



Tell me, scar-let col-ored her-on,
Whose re-splen-dent plumage vies
| _ With the glo-ry of the morn-ing
Just be-fore the _,. =
sun-beams rise, |
Is indeed your 7
ra-di-ant col-or
Sto-len from the}
East-ern skies? ]

Lit-tle rob-in, lit-
tle rob-in,

Is the glow up-on
your breast

On-ly the re-flect-
ed splen-dor

Of the sun-set in
the west?

Has the sun-set
tinged your bo-
som,

Lit-tle bird that
I love best?

But the lit-tle

. hum-ble crea-
fures,
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SONG OF THE BIRDS.
Who are wrapped in rus-set man-tles, »
Like the clouds of som-ber hue,—
Do you think be-neath that shad-ow
Is a garb of heav-en’s own blue?

Do you think, to an-gels’ glan-ces
They are clad like’ shin-ing flow-ers,
And their hues are on-ly sloom- -y
Un-to eyes as dull as ours?

Oh, that we had hum-bler spir-its,

Pu-rer hearts, arid keen-er pow-ets.

Lit-tle voces in on wood- lands,
-Lit-tle crea-tures in the air,
_ Sweet it is at morn and ev-en-ing,
__ Music float-ing ev-ery-where ;
Dear to me your lit-tle voices,
Kind-ling hope and sooth-ing care.
| Autor or Poems WritTEN FOR A a Cum,

These young fds have come wad-dling oan to the

pool to drink but find it fro-zen... They find five or six |
birds there and. are quack-ing out eee -prise that such
lit-tle birds should dare to go a-bout alone. with- out a mam-
ma at least as big as their own.



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THE THIEVING JACKDAW.

“Why,” said Jane, the maid, as she came through the
door and looked at the break-fast ta-ble, which econ
the cloth spread and the dish-es on it, wait-ing for the fam-
ily to come down-stairs, “why, I am sure that I put a
spoon at mas-ter’s plate, and now itis gone. I'll count
the oth-ers and see.” Yes, sure e-nough, a spoon was miss-
ing. . : <
ee eerie! be iiamips, said Jane’ and she ran to the
win-dow to look out. It was a ve-ry pret-ty scene that |
she saw be-fore her. An Eng-lish gar-den bright with —
ma-ny flow-crs and.a green lawn be-side it; but not a
tramp was in sight. Jane ran out, and down one of the
paths, and gazed a-beut her. All at once she looked up,
and then she saw the thief. He was a shi-ny black jack-
daw, and there he stood on the roof, and in his mouth was
the miss-ing spoon. Jane shook her fin-ger at him. ‘Oh!
you wick-ed thief,” she said, “now I know what be-comes 3
of the things that are lost all the time.”

She hur-ried back to the house and told Her mas-ter
what she had found out. When break-fast was o-ver, he
had ‘a long lad-der placed a-gainst the roof, and climbed
up. The jack-daw-sat on a tree close by and chat-tered
with all his might; but it was of no use, his bad Se had
been found out at last.

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had sto-len that morn-ing and a great ma-ny oth-er things
be-sides. There was the sil-ver watch that was giv-en to
-Tom-my by his grand-pa-pa on his last birth-day, :and
. which was lost the ve-ry next day. Tom-was sure that |
he had left it on his dress-ing stand, but his pa-pa thought â„¢

that he must have lost it when he was play- ing ball. There —

was a.can-dle-stick there, too, and all the fam-i- ly stood at — :

the foot of the lad-der and cried out with sur-prise as one
thing af-ter an-oth-er was ta-ken out of the hid-ing place.
That was the end of the jack-daw’s thefts, for now they
watched him so close-ly that he had no chance to steal.»

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“LATE.

“Ves, my ore lad, the FCO 1s shut, and you are at least
ten minutes be-hind time. I knew, when I saw you start
out to try and catch the rab-bit that ran.a-cross the road
in front of you, that you would for-get all a-bout school.” _

“Well, I al-most got him,” said the boy who was laté,
“and 1 would sure- ly have. had: him if I had not ee
my foot and fall-en in the dust.” .

Just at that mo-ment his teach-er er his voice, and’
called out, “John Jones, come in at once, and take your.
place in the class.” So John hur-ried in and soon for- -ot

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THE BIRD'S NEST.



THE BIRD'S NEST.

Oh who would rob the wee bird’s nest
That sings so sweet and clear;

That builds for its young a cozy house
In the spring-time of the year;

That feeds the gaping birdies all,
And_keeps them from the rain;

Oh, who would rob the wee bird’s nest,
And give its bosom pain?

I would not harm the linnet’s nest,
“That whistles on the spray;

I would not rob the pleasant lark,

_ That sings at break of day;

i would not rob the nightingale,
That chants so sweet at e’en,

_ Nor yet would I sweet Jennie Wren,

Within her bower of green. |

For birdies are like bairnies
That dance upon the lea,
And they will not sing in cages
So sweet as in the tree.
They're just like bonnie bairnies
That mothers love so well,
And cruel, cruel is the heart
‘That would their treasures steal. -
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A RAIN-Y DAY.

PS JEUXIUNIEN® IBYANG.

Rain, rain, rain! How it did rain! The great _
drops ran down the glass in streams. Tom, Jack, and
little Meg watched it for a long time “O dear!”
they said at last, “do you think it will nev-er clear? ~
We want to go out and play.” ree



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“Why do you not go up to the garret, and play?”
asked their mam-ma. |

That struck them as a fine plan; and off they trooped, © a

pound-ing up the bare stairs with their noisy feet.
They found three old brooms, and be-gan to play ‘sol-

dier, —Tom first, then Jack, with Meg last of all. The — _

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A RAIN-Y DAY.



them as they tramped a-long, and could hear Tom's
-com-mand to right a-bout face when they had reached
the farth-er end. ee

By -and_ by they ae of play-ing sol-dier; and then
_ ‘they pulled down som® old ese anne hung
~ on a peg, and put them. on, and made be-lieve that
they were grown peo-ple. Theh, out of an old box,
they dragged a scrap-book full of pictures, and sat
them down to look them ¢ o-ver.

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Mean-time their friend Rose. had come, all wrapped
up, through the rain, to make them a call. She brought
“a bas-ket, in which were her two kat-tens. | -
“The chil-dren-are in the gar-ret, ’ said their mam-ma.
So Rose ran up to find them. She did find them ;
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PER=CY'S BOAT.

-PER Cs BOAT.

“OH: look, LEY That: is just the kind: of boat
that I want.”
“Where?” asked Jen-ny. “I don’t see any. boat.”







































































































































































“Why, in that old sail-or’s hand. He is sit-ting on
that bit of fence that runs down in-to the wa-ter. Oh,
what a beau-ty she is! I won-der if he would sell it
to me.” a ae oa

“Oh! I don't believe that he would,” said Jen-ny.
“You had: bet-ter not ask him, Per-cy.”

“Pooh! There is no harm in ask-ing,” cried Per.
PER-CY’S BOAT.



cy. “Come on!” And off he ran o-ver the shin-gle,
fol-lowed, af-ter a mo-ment, by Jen-ny, who could nev-er
bear to let Per-cy do any thing that she did not do.

As soon as they reached the man, who was sit-ting
by the edge of the water, with a beau-ti-ful toy sail:
boat in his hand, Per-cy cried out, —

“Ts that boat for sale?”

“Oh, yes! it will sail first-rate,” re-plied the man, a
broad grin spread-ing it-self o-ver his face.

“Oh! but I mean, can I buy it? Is it for sa-le?”

“Oh! that is what you mean, is it?—‘Is it for
sa-l-e?’ Wall, I made it for sa-le.”

“QO good-y!” cried Per-cy, hop-ping a-bout on one
foot. “Wilt you sell it to me?” |

“No,” replied the man.

“Why not?” asked Per-cy, look-ing ver-y red and
an-gry.

= Be-cause, my fine te tle sir, it 1s al-rea-dy s-o-l-d to
a young sir of just a-bout your size; and I am ex-pect:
ing him ey-er-y min-ute to come to get it. Zhat’s why.”
And the man slapped note) poet na-tured- vy on the —
back.

“But PI tell you what,” he went on: “I -can make
an-oth-er.” | | |

“Can you?” asked Percy. “How long would it
taken ane :

SW ell Se2id thes man, “it would depend some-what -
on the weath-er, you know.”

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PER-CYV’S BOAT.

“What dif- coe can the weath-er make?” asked
Per-cy in great surprise.

“Well, you see,” said the old fel-low, “JT am a fish
er-man; and, if it is a fair day, I must be off to sea
in my boat. But if it rains, or blows hard, then I
can-not go off, and must stay at home. Such times
as those I work on boats. I have the hull of one
near-ly worked in-to shape now.”

“Have you?” said Percy eagerly. “Is that bought
yet by any one?”

“No,” said the fisherman. “No one has bought it
yet. | 7

“Then I will take it,” said Percy. “ How soon do
you think now you could have it done? I think it is
go-ing to storm, so that you can- gen go out in yout
boat. “the sky seems threat-en-ing.”

The man laughed. “I don’t see any signs of bad
weath-er,” said he. “I think, though, I on prom-ise
it in a week. But wait a bit, my young gen-tle-man.
You have-n’t asked my price How do you know thar
you have mon- ey e-nough to pay for it?”

“Dear me!” said Percy, “T for-got all a-bout that
What is your price?” 3

“T can lend you some mon-ey, Per-cy,” said Jen-ny,
“Gf you have-n't enough.”

“T get three dollars for a boat like that,” on the
man.

“Oh!. 1 have more than that in my bank,” said
_ Percy, much re-lieved.

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PER-CY’'S BOAT.

“JT live in that house down the road,’ said the man,
point-ing to-ward one with his hand. “ You can stop
in when you want to see how it is com-ing on. Per-
haps you would like to. have her rigged dif-fer-ent-ly
from this one.

So, ev-ery morn-ing, on their way to the -beach, the
children stopped at the old man’s house to see how
the ship came on. The sky was bright and clear each
day; and they of-ten saw the old man’s grand-chil-dren
at the pier, wait-ing for his return from fish-ing: but;
in spite of it all, the toy ship grew a-pace.

By the time it was rea-dy to be launched, Beng
and Jen-ny had :nade a great man-y friends They
knew the boy who owned the boat they had first seen.
His name was jack; and he and Per-cy be-came fast
‘friends. He had a little sister too, who was just
a-bout Jen-ny’s age. Her name was Florence. There
were a good man-y other boys too; and one af+ter-
noon the old fish-er-man took them all out in his boat.

He was known to be a care-ful old fel-low; and so
the par-ents all said that their chil-dren might go.
They had a splen-did time, and were very sor-ry when
it was time to go home.


UNCLE RALPH.



UNCEE: TAP EH,

WE were just sit-ting down to break-fast one day, —
mam-ma, Ma-bel, and I; for our big sis-ter Kit-ty was
ill in bed up-stairs, and pa-pa had gone a-cross the
o-cean on bus-i-ness,—when there came a rap at the



door. I ran up and o-pened it, and who should be there
but Un-cle Ralph!

“Aha!” he said when he had kissed us all, “I am
just in time for break-fast, and I am hun-gry.” And
he sat down, and began to eat so heart--ly that we
‘knew he was speak-ing the truth.
UNCLE RALPH.





“What is this that I hear,” he said, “that Kitty is
ill? I have come to town on pur-pose to see a-bout it.
Now, I must go back to my farm to-mor-row morn-ing,
for it is al-most time to begin hay-ing; and I shal] take
ev-er-y one of you back with me.









TAN HAN
WIN AY
RNY:



“ Jack,” he went on, turn-ing to me, “run up and tell
Kit-ty, and see what she says.”

Oh! if you could have heard the shouts of de-light
that Mabel‘and I sent up, and if you could have seen
how the col-or came into Kit-ty’s cheeks when I told her!
UNCLE RALPH.

“Well,” said Un-cle Ralph when I came back, “then
that is all set-tled. Now we shall have to look sharp
to get the pack-ing all done 1 in: time, for the. train goes
the first thing in the morn-ing.”

You may be sure that Ma-bel and I did all we could.
to help. Un-cle Ralph worked won-ders, and by sun--





set of the next day we were at his house in the coun-
try. Kit-ty was ver-y tired, and had to be brought. from
the station in a close car-riage, with pil-lows un-der her,
and was very glad to go to bed.

But Ma-bel and I thought it pret-ty hard when mam-
ma said that we must go too. , It was hard-ly dark,
but there was no help for it: to bed we went.

The next morn-ing, though, we were both up bright
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and - early. We
made up our minds
at break-fast that
we would go af-ter



black-ber-ries. We












UNCLE RALPH.



found some; but in try-ing to reach up to a spray
a-bove my head, my foot slipped, and splash I went
in-to the brook up to my knees. The basket near-ly
got a-way from us, for it float-ed down in-to a deep pool
where I could not wade for it. But I got a pole, and
fished it out. 7

Then we had to go home, very much crest-fall-en.
thought mam-ma would be dis-pleased, for it was ver-y
careless of me to have tum-bled in-to the brook; but















she on-ly laughed, and told me to hurry up and put on
dry shoes and trou-sers. a

As I went up stairs I passed by Kit-+ty’s room, and
there I saw through the o-pen door what made mam-ma
so hap-py. Why, Kitty was sit-ting in a chair by the
UICILIE IRAULIPIEL,



win-dow! She had not sat up for two months. No won
der mam-ma was hap-py: I was read-y to shout for joy.

In a week she was out of doors, and in a month
you would not have known she had ev-er been ill. As
for Ma-bel and me, we just had a splen-did time, and
thought no one half so nice as Un-cle Ralph.



Turee children march gay-ly one sun-ny day,
With. hearts as bright as the hour; —
While, on-ly a mile or two a-way,
Two children smile ’mid a shower.

So, sun-shine and rain, pleas-ure and pain,
Each day on some must fall;

But the wise thing to do, if we on-ly knew,
Is to make the best of it all.
A RIDE FOR LIFE.



THE KING'S MESSENGER.

The reil glow of morning had tinged the gray sky,
When, across the wild moorland, my charger and. I,
Hot pressed by the Roundheads, rode ee and fast,
But three miles to Oxford, how long will it last!























The wall rises grimly,—the torrent is deep,

I drew my breath harder, and dashed at the leap.
One shout of defiance, one touch of the spur,
We're over! Ho Cropears, come on if ye dare!

Their steeds spring out wildly and plunge 1 in the flood,
And each Roundhead rider is rolling in mud.

I doffed my plumed hat, with a parting good-day,
Then, wheeling my charger, rode uenine away.

Anon. —

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THE FALL OR THE CASTER.









THEO PAL Or Tan CASTLE. -

“OQ Mee! could not you give us a few cook-ies? we
are go-ing to the beach,” cried out Bell as she hur-ried
in-to the kitch-en. | |

Meg took her hands out of the flour that she was
knead-ing, and nod-ded good na-tured-ly at the little
girl; and soon Bell and her two small broth-ers, Tom
and Ned, were hur-ry-ing to-ward the beach, each munch:
‘ing a cook-y as he trotted on. Miss Knox went with
them, and carried three pails and three shov-els; but as
soon as they reached the sand they took them from her,
and set to work to build a castle. They dug a deep

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ditch all a-bout it, and heaped its walls high. Then
Ned tied his hand-ker-chief to a stick, and made it fast
in the sand; and they called it the flag of lib-er-ty. All
this time Miss Knox sat close beside them with her
book in her lap. Near her was old Ben the fish-er-

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man, mend-ing his nets. All at once she heard a
scream, and saw, the three lit-tle peo-ple fly-ing to-ward
her. Be-hind them a great foam-y wave was rush-ing
along. They ran as hard as they could, and the wave
did not o-ver-take them: but the cas-tle could not run;
and the sea beat down the out-er wall, and filled the

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aitch; and the flag of lib-er-ty was torn down, and left
all wet and flab-by on the beach.

“YT s’pose,’ said Tom, “that that wave was as big as
they ev-er come. It was a huge fel-low.”

Old Ben laughed. “I have seen them sweep o-ver









the whole sand belt,’ he said. “I re-mem-ber the night
when the ‘Sea Ro-ver’ was lost, the wa-ter was ten or
twelve feet deep where vou are stand-ing.” |
“Oh, tell us a-bout it!” they all cried; and they
seat-ed them-selves close in front of him. —
Ben saw there was no way to escape tell-ing the
-sto-ry, and so be-gan:—
EGR IBM, IOV SEBNE (OAS IES,

“One night, just as I was go-ing in to turn in for
the night, I o-pened the door and looked out. Such a-

storm as it was! The wind was blow-ing a gale, and

the black clouds were scud-ding in from the o-cean.

lt sae bach mieiitat ssea,ecaa my old wife. = Shut the

door, or the can-dle will go out.’

“Just at that min-ute I saw a rock-et’s glare. ‘A
ship's a-shore!’ I cried, and ran for the beach.. In ten
min-utes there were a hun-dred men there’ We could

see through the gloom the ship fast on the bar, witb

the waves dash-ing o-ver her; and’ we light-ed a great

fire on the beach, to let them know that we knew of. -

their sad plight.”
“And did they all drown ?” ee ven

| Noewa amateols then, scaide en 3° aD came

ashore safe, down to the cab-in boy.”

“And did you get the ship safe ashore too?” “asked |

lit-tle: Bell. | 7
“Oh, no!® said. Ben, smil- ee = the: ship went to

_, pie-ces. On-ly the men were saved.”

“How did you save the men?” asked ene

“We fired: a line from a can-non a-cross the ships. ><
deck,” said Ben.” “Then they made their end fast; and —

we rigged a car on the rope, that was dragged back-
‘ward and for-ward; and they.got in it two or three at
a time, and so were safely land-ed.”

“Dear. me!” said Miss Knox, lols -ing at io watch, ee

he it 1s al-most one ovclock. We must. hurry home."


















BLESS:

Man-y voi-ces in the
wood-lands

Strike on the de-light-ed
| wercar:

Voi-ces from the trees

a-bove us,
Sing ing to the o-pen- ing
year,
Notes that seem
to come from
heav-en,

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Lit-tle birds, se-rene and
hap-py,

Surely, in your up-ward
flight,

Ye are touched with Leas |
en’s glo-ry,

Ye are bathed in Heaven's
light,’ |
And its. col-ors and its

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. ee ming bird and state- ely par- -rot, =
On your crests and on your wings |
Rain-bow hues are ev-er chang-ing,

Rain-bow beau-ty ev-er clings;
Have you vis-it-ed the Pear
Pret-ty, spark-ling, pa‘nt-ed things?
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SONG .OF THE BIRDS.



Tell me, scar-let col-ored her-on,
Whose re-splen-dent plumage vies
| _ With the glo-ry of the morn-ing
Just be-fore the _,. =
sun-beams rise, |
Is indeed your 7
ra-di-ant col-or
Sto-len from the}
East-ern skies? ]

Lit-tle rob-in, lit-
tle rob-in,

Is the glow up-on
your breast

On-ly the re-flect-
ed splen-dor

Of the sun-set in
the west?

Has the sun-set
tinged your bo-
som,

Lit-tle bird that
I love best?

But the lit-tle

. hum-ble crea-
fures,
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â„¢

SONG OF THE BIRDS.
Who are wrapped in rus-set man-tles, »
Like the clouds of som-ber hue,—
Do you think be-neath that shad-ow
Is a garb of heav-en’s own blue?

Do you think, to an-gels’ glan-ces
They are clad like’ shin-ing flow-ers,
And their hues are on-ly sloom- -y
Un-to eyes as dull as ours?

Oh, that we had hum-bler spir-its,

Pu-rer hearts, arid keen-er pow-ets.

Lit-tle voces in on wood- lands,
-Lit-tle crea-tures in the air,
_ Sweet it is at morn and ev-en-ing,
__ Music float-ing ev-ery-where ;
Dear to me your lit-tle voices,
Kind-ling hope and sooth-ing care.
| Autor or Poems WritTEN FOR A a Cum,

These young fds have come wad-dling oan to the

pool to drink but find it fro-zen... They find five or six |
birds there and. are quack-ing out eee -prise that such
lit-tle birds should dare to go a-bout alone. with- out a mam-
ma at least as big as their own.
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THE THIEVING JACKDAW.

“Why,” said Jane, the maid, as she came through the
door and looked at the break-fast ta-ble, which econ
the cloth spread and the dish-es on it, wait-ing for the fam-
ily to come down-stairs, “why, I am sure that I put a
spoon at mas-ter’s plate, and now itis gone. I'll count
the oth-ers and see.” Yes, sure e-nough, a spoon was miss-
ing. . : <
ee eerie! be iiamips, said Jane’ and she ran to the
win-dow to look out. It was a ve-ry pret-ty scene that |
she saw be-fore her. An Eng-lish gar-den bright with —
ma-ny flow-crs and.a green lawn be-side it; but not a
tramp was in sight. Jane ran out, and down one of the
paths, and gazed a-beut her. All at once she looked up,
and then she saw the thief. He was a shi-ny black jack-
daw, and there he stood on the roof, and in his mouth was
the miss-ing spoon. Jane shook her fin-ger at him. ‘Oh!
you wick-ed thief,” she said, “now I know what be-comes 3
of the things that are lost all the time.”

She hur-ried back to the house and told Her mas-ter
what she had found out. When break-fast was o-ver, he
had ‘a long lad-der placed a-gainst the roof, and climbed
up. The jack-daw-sat on a tree close by and chat-tered
with all his might; but it was of no use, his bad Se had
been found out at last.

In a hole un-der the tiles they found the : nee ae he |
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had sto-len that morn-ing and a great ma-ny oth-er things
be-sides. There was the sil-ver watch that was giv-en to
-Tom-my by his grand-pa-pa on his last birth-day, :and
. which was lost the ve-ry next day. Tom-was sure that |
he had left it on his dress-ing stand, but his pa-pa thought â„¢

that he must have lost it when he was play- ing ball. There —

was a.can-dle-stick there, too, and all the fam-i- ly stood at — :

the foot of the lad-der and cried out with sur-prise as one
thing af-ter an-oth-er was ta-ken out of the hid-ing place.
That was the end of the jack-daw’s thefts, for now they
watched him so close-ly that he had no chance to steal.»

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“LATE.

“Ves, my ore lad, the FCO 1s shut, and you are at least
ten minutes be-hind time. I knew, when I saw you start
out to try and catch the rab-bit that ran.a-cross the road
in front of you, that you would for-get all a-bout school.” _

“Well, I al-most got him,” said the boy who was laté,
“and 1 would sure- ly have. had: him if I had not ee
my foot and fall-en in the dust.” .

Just at that mo-ment his teach-er er his voice, and’
called out, “John Jones, come in at once, and take your.
place in the class.” So John hur-ried in and soon for- -ot

all a-bout the rab- bit 1 in~try- mg. to. think how Many were ©
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THE BIRD'S NEST.



THE BIRD'S NEST.

Oh who would rob the wee bird’s nest
That sings so sweet and clear;

That builds for its young a cozy house
In the spring-time of the year;

That feeds the gaping birdies all,
And_keeps them from the rain;

Oh, who would rob the wee bird’s nest,
And give its bosom pain?

I would not harm the linnet’s nest,
“That whistles on the spray;

I would not rob the pleasant lark,

_ That sings at break of day;

i would not rob the nightingale,
That chants so sweet at e’en,

_ Nor yet would I sweet Jennie Wren,

Within her bower of green. |

For birdies are like bairnies
That dance upon the lea,
And they will not sing in cages
So sweet as in the tree.
They're just like bonnie bairnies
That mothers love so well,
And cruel, cruel is the heart
‘That would their treasures steal. -
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A RAIN-Y DAY.

PS JEUXIUNIEN® IBYANG.

Rain, rain, rain! How it did rain! The great _
drops ran down the glass in streams. Tom, Jack, and
little Meg watched it for a long time “O dear!”
they said at last, “do you think it will nev-er clear? ~
We want to go out and play.” ree



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“Why do you not go up to the garret, and play?”
asked their mam-ma. |

That struck them as a fine plan; and off they trooped, © a

pound-ing up the bare stairs with their noisy feet.
They found three old brooms, and be-gan to play ‘sol-

dier, —Tom first, then Jack, with Meg last of all. The — _

gar-ret was very large; and their mam-ma_ could hest
A RAIN-Y DAY.



them as they tramped a-long, and could hear Tom's
-com-mand to right a-bout face when they had reached
the farth-er end. ee

By -and_ by they ae of play-ing sol-dier; and then
_ ‘they pulled down som® old ese anne hung
~ on a peg, and put them. on, and made be-lieve that
they were grown peo-ple. Theh, out of an old box,
they dragged a scrap-book full of pictures, and sat
them down to look them ¢ o-ver.

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Mean-time their friend Rose. had come, all wrapped
up, through the rain, to make them a call. She brought
“a bas-ket, in which were her two kat-tens. | -
“The chil-dren-are in the gar-ret, ’ said their mam-ma.
So Rose ran up to find them. She did find them ;
but what do you iat te they were fast a-s sleep.