A CAGE STORY.
ONLY AN OLD
THE GOOD AND BAD
OSCAR AND BRUNO.
HIS FIRST KNIFE
THE WREN'S GIFT.
A SILENT FRIEND.
A VISIT TO
A VISIT TO THE
A SONG OF THE
JUDGE JACKO AND
PICTURES IN THE
T'IS NOT FINE
MAKE FINE BIRDS.
THE DOLL THAT
TAUGHT A LESSON.
A PICNIC OF
THE GHOST IN THE
A WALK IN
THE ECHO BOY.
BE JUST BEFORE
THE PRIZE OF
A LABOR OF LOVE.
A SPARROW STORY.
HOW TODDIE WAS
A LITTLE MAN.
Fräulein Hoffman always gave the girls at her school a holiday on the
tenth of June. It was her birthday; and though the old lady would
allow her pupils to make her any presents, saying, in her firm
Such things speedily become a tax, my dears, yet she was always
pleased that they should decorate the schoolrooms in her honor, and
a handsome wreath round her father's picture.
So on the evening before the birthday the day-girls would bring
of flowers, and the big schoolroom table was brought out into the
garden, and there the wreaths and garlands were made amid much
chattering and laughing by the happy children.
There, said Marie Schmidt, with a satisfied smile, as she held up
large wreath for general admiration. That's finished at last! and
flatter myself that the old gentleman never had so handsome a
in his lifetime as I have now made for his picture.
The girls laughed; but gentle Adela Righton, the only English girl
the school, said quietly, Take care, Marie; Fräulein Hoffman might
you, and it would hurt her feelings to think that we were laughing
I don't want to laugh at any one, you sober old Adela, returned
reckless Marie. I only think the old gentleman's hooked nose and
black eyes will look very well under my wreath of lilies and
Adela said no more, for she saw that her words only excited Marie;
fortunately at that moment a diversion was created by a girl coming
the garden with two immense baskets of cabbage-roses and white
What! more flowers? Why could you not bring them sooner, you
girl? exclaimed Lotta, who, having finished her garland for the
schoolroom window, was more inclined for a romp than for any other
Throw them away! bury them in a hole! said impetuous Marie,
and shaking the petals off her dress. We've done the wreaths now,
Sophie, so your flowers have come too late. I'll tell you what,
we might fasten a rose to the end of Fanny's pig-tails, and then
would indeed be rose-red.
No, thank you, Marie: I prefer my pig-tails unadorned, said Fanny
good-temperedly, for she was accustomed to jokes on her red hair.
Throw the flowers on the grass, Sophie! we really can't begin
now! declared Marie. I'm going to teach the girls a new game.
children, stand in a row. Now hold out your frocks and sing with
And Marie, leaning against a tree, proceeded to give her orders,
being somewhat blunt, did not notice the grieved look on Sophie's
as she thought of her wasted flowers.
Poor roses! said Adela kindly, noticing Sophie's discomfiture.
are too sweet to be wasted. May I use them as I like, Sophie?
Oh, yes, dear Adela! said Sophie, brightening. She was a fair,
child, with a shady hat tied under her dimpled chin; and seeing
stooping to pick up the despised flowers, her spirits rose, and she
joined the others in their game under the tree, and danced and sang
[Illustration: MARIE TEACHES THEM A NEW GAME.]
When Fräulein Hoffman went early the next morning, as was her
custom, to deposit a wreath on her father's grave, she found, to
surprise and intense delight, that some one had been before her.
The grave was literally covered with sweet rose-petals, and round
border, in white rose-buds, were the words,
Not lost, but gone before.
Her heart was full to overflowing at this kindly act, and at
in the gayly-decorated room, she made the girls a little speech.
Dear girls, you are all young, and have still your friends and
relations with you. Mine are all now in God's keeping, but it is
sweet to me to believe that they who loved me so well when on earth
still think of me in Heaven. You have helped me to realize this by
tender care of my dear father's grave, and in his name and my own I
There was silence for a minute or two, for the old lady's speech
moved even the giddy Marie. Then Sophie pressed Adela's hand, and
whispered gratefully, My roses went to decorate God's garden; that
best of all.
[Illustration: GOOD MORNING"]
I can't believe there are prettier pigeons than mine anywhere in the
world. Every morning and every afternoon I feed them myself, and
are so tame they eat out of my hand, or out of the basin when I
There is some one else who thinks them as pretty as I do, and I'll
you all about her. It was last year, early in the autumn, that I
out with the pan into the front yard to feed them, and walked down
stone steps, calling the pigeons all the way, while they flew after
I didn't notice anything in the road, which was just in front of
until I saw a very big man in a grand livery picking his way across
yard, and then I noticed a carriage had stopped in front of the
and the lady inside was looking at me and at my pigeons. She
to come to her; but I was too shy, and ran into the house, to find
Mother, who went out to the lady, and I followed just behind her.
And what do you think the lady wanted? To buy my pigeonsmy
pigeons! She offered me a dollar, and then two, and then three; but
shook my head every time, and hugged the pigeon that was in my
last she showed me five dollars in gold, and asked if I would let
go for that. But I couldn'tit didn't seem as if any money could
for the loss of my pigeons.
Mother said I must do as I liked about it, for they were my very
but she said five dollars was a great deal of money, and more than
pigeons were worth; only I didn't think so.
Then the lady said she wouldn't ask me any more, but in case I
my mind she would give Mother her card. I was sorry I couldn't let
have my birds, but then I dare say she has lots of pretty things,
have only my pigeons.
Well, Father and William laughed at me for some time about the
and if I wanted any money for shoes or anything, Father would say,
Dear me! how well Mary's five dollars would have paid for this!
that was only laughingly, for he would never have taken my money.
This spring my pigeons made a nest, and there were two eggs in it,
after a time two birds, that grew just like the others. I was
about the lady one day, and I thought, as I had refused to sell her
old birds, I had better offer to give her the young ones. So next
William carried them over in a basket, and left them at the house.
A few days after, the carriage stopped again before our house, and
time the lady came in and sat in the parlor, and ate a piece of
cake and drank a glass of new milk. But before she went away she
a parcel which she said was for my very own, and she hoped I would
as good care of it as I did of my pigeons. And when I looked there
the most beautiful work-case in the world! I used not to like my
but now I do, because I use the work-case and the silver thimble
A CAGE STORY.
Now, Pussy, don't turn away and look sulky. I've only put you in
cage so that you may understand a real true cage story that Uncle
told me last night. He's a soldier, you know, and he wears a red
just like mine, only he does not wear it round his waist as little
do, but across his shoulder.
Well, that's not the story, but this is. Uncle Rupert was in China,
where the men wear pig-tails down their back, and it was war time:
English were fighting against the Chinese. He told me why, but I've
forgotten, but I know in the end the English won; but they lost a
first, and Uncle Rupert was taken prisoner. English people are kind
their prisoners, Pussy, but the Chinese are very cruel. Uncle
says he could not tell me the dreadful things that they did to some
the poor English soldiers, but he told me what they did to him, and
though it was dreadful it was rather funny too. Listen, Pussy! They
a big cage, only it wasn't nearly big enough, and they shut Uncle
it, and slung it on a big stick, and carried him about as a show to
the towns and villages. It was very hot, and Uncle was so cramped
the cage that he could hardly move, and he was very hungry and
and very, very miserable. The people used to come and stare at him,
tease him by poking nice fruit through the bars, and then snatching
away before he could eat it. Uncle Rupert said he longed to die;
said one thing, Pussy, which I must always remember, only I'm
won't understand this. He told me how glad he was that when he was
little boy his mother had taught him a great many texts and hymns.
all came into his mind then, and they comforted him very much, and
him remember that God was near him, even in the cage. So he was
and at last he was saved, for some English soldiers marched to the
village, and the Chinese ran away and left the cage behind them,
may be sure the soldiers soon got Uncle Rupert out.
[Illustration: GOOD NIGHT.]
Ada Fortescue was recovering from a long and dangerous illness, and
the last week she had been able to lie on a sofa near the window,
see the people passing through the street as they trudged on their
to the city. Ada was twelve years old; and as she lay on her sofa
had many thoughts, some very serious, but most were happy and
Ada was Dr. Fortescue's only child, and her mother had been dead
eight years. During her illness Ada had often seen how grave her
looked, but now his thankfulness brought tears into her eyes. It
nice to be loved so very much, thought Ada.
To-day a very absorbing thought was in her mind, and she looked up
down the street with more than usual interest. That morning her
had told her that he had put aside a sum of money as a
her recovery, and she might choose the way in which it should be
What should she do? Ada thought of the missionaries far away, of
church close by, of the hospital, and the orphanage.
At that moment a noise in the street attracted her attention. A man
loudly scolding a little boy, who was crying bitterly. The boy
pale and tired; and Ada felt very sorry for him, so she opened the
window to hear what was the matter. The man had come out of his
and was saying angrily, Do you think I have nothing to do but give
glasses of water to every vagabond who goes by? Be off with you,
don't stand there crying and making a crowd collect, for some of
who were passing had paused to find out what was the matter.
Ada rang the bell and sent the maid out to the little boy, who came
thankfully for some water, only the water was nearly all milk, and
was a bun and a piece of bread for him besides. What a happy little
he felt, and what a happy little girl was Ada as she met her father
the door of her room, saying, I know, I know! a drinking
At first Dr. Fortescue could not understand what she meant, but
explained he thought it was a very good idea.
Some months later when Ada had a bad cold and was up in her room
more, it amused her to watch her drinking fountain, which was in
opposite wall, and see all the people who drank at it, and she was
glad when one day she recognized the little boy who had first put
idea of a drinking fountain into her head. He had a roll in his
and wore a nice tidy suit of clothes; and when Ada sent the maid to
inquire after him she heard that he was on the way to see his
with a quarter's wages in his pocket, for he had got a good place
meant to do all he could to keep it.
ONLY AN OLD COAT.
A TRUE STORY OF A FAITHFUL DOG.
Only an old coat! That's what it is surely, but that old coat cost
good friend, it did. Poor old Tinker was worth more than a dozen
So said Eli Watton, as he put the old coat over his shoulders, and
settled himself in his donkey-cart with a man by his side who had
for a lift.
Who was poor old Tinker? asked the stranger.
My dog, answered Eli, and a better one never followed any man.
fellow! though he weren't much to look at. Well, I'll tell you how
was I lost him, poor chap. Every Friday I have to drive into town
fetch the clothes for my wife to wash, and I often had to go in
a Monday with clean ones. Tinker, poor fellow, used to go with me
times, but I never gave much heed to him. He'd always follow
word. He was an ugly brute, people used to saya sort of lurcher,
he never got much petting from any one.
Well, one day I drove as usual, and I had this old coat over the
of clothes. When I got to one house I suppose I pitched the old
out, but I never heeded it; and I never noticed whether Tinker was
me or not. That night we missed Tinker; and my wife couldn't think
I'd done with the old coat, and I couldn't remember anything about
On Monday I had to go to that same house, and there I found my
Tinker dead; they'd had him shot. I was in a way about it, I
you. It was in this way, you see. This old coat was in a doorway,
I suppose I threw it when I was taking down the basket. Old Tinker
left it there, and he sat down upon it to keep it safe for me,
his teeth at anybody who offered to touch it. The servants got
frightened; they tried to beat him away, and they tried to coax him
away, but he wouldn't stir, and at last they thought he must be
told their mistress. She came and did all she could to coax the dog
away, for he was right in the way when they went out or in; but he
snarled at them all. He must have been pretty near starved, lying
all Saturday night and Sunday, and I dare say he did get fiercer
fiercer, so at last they got him shot.
I've never had a dog along with me again. I don't suppose I shall
get one like Tinker. I always think of him when I take up this old
coat; and Eli gave his donkey a cut with the whip, and I am not
there was not something like a tear in his eye as he thought of his
Tinker. What did it matter that he was an ugly dog? He did his duty
the end of his life, and which of us can do more?
I often wonder how Papa
Can like to go to Town,
And sit all day with pen in hand,
And write those figures down;
When he might take a boat and go
A-sailing on the stream
And with his rod and line and reel
Go fishing for the bream.
I think it must be that he likes
To take the train and ride
But I would travel round the world
And see the other side;
Find out where the Equator's drawn
And what the Poles can be,
And where the sun goes when he's
Beyond the shining sea.
F. Wyville Home.
THE GOOD AND BAD FAIRIES.
Two houses stood side by side, as much alike as two twins.
and sweetbrier climbed over the rustic porches, flowers bloomed
the gardens, and the warm sun shone equally on both. In each lived
little girl who had an invisible fairy companion. The children were
same size, the same age, and had the same advantages, with this
difference, that the one fairy was good and the other bad.
A ray of sunshine glides through the window into the first house,
shines encouragingly on little Minnie, who is trying to do her
But the bad fairy has set her pygmies to work. One persuades her
she will do her lessons better if she sits in an easy-chair,
puts a cushion at her back, while a third fans her face so gently
the soft breeze, fragrant with honeysuckle and sweetbrier, soon
her off to sleep, but not to rest. To her dismay the pygmy sweep
round the corner, and with his sooty brush sweeps the pages of her
atlas. The coalheavers turn over her inkstand upon it, and the
fluid comes streaming down. Aunt Susan's sharp voice calls out,
your dress, you naughty child.
Minnie puts her hand across it; but the fireman quickly pulls aside
table-cloth, runs his finger down the stream, and her lap is a pool
Won't you catch it? says an old woman, with a delighted chuckle;
the pygmy under the table crawls out, grinning with pleasure.
We can take the horse to the water, if we cannot make him drink,
shouts a newsboy in her ear; and with a great deal of tugging and
thumping she feels herself driven closer to her books. But idle
make an idle brain, and the pages seem only a blank.
How long wilt thou sleep, lazy one? cries a grave face in
and lawns. With a sleepy feeling she turns her head away from his
gaze, only to meet the sterner faces of the judges, who are
her untidy copy-book.
Not a single line written this morning. What have you to say in
Please, sir, the acrobat had my pen balanced on his nose, said
An excuse is worse than a lie, answered one of the judges; for
excuse is a lie guarded. The book closed with a bang, and the
marched off to consider the verdict.
At this moment Minnie started up in a fright, to find the
ringing, the inkstand upset in her hurry, and no lessons done.
And now she had to go and wash her hands and make herself tidy for
dinner. What would mother say when she came to know how little
had done that morning?
A ray of sunshine shone through the window of the second house
softly kissed the rosy cheek of little Winnie, as she lay sleeping
Get up, said a small voice in her ear: it is your turn to
Winnie jumped out of bed, and was dressed in less than no time; for
good fairy had set her train to wait on her. Her shoes were placed
to her feet, her strings did not get into knots, and even her hair
Running down into the schoolroom, and tying on a large apron, she
work to polish the mahogany cupboard with so good a will that Jack
who stood above it, fairly clapped his hands with glee. Two neat
maids swept the floor, and two little men with their tiny brushes
up the dust. The highest shelf in the book-case was soon mounted by
of the pygmies, whilst two on the next shelf dusted and handed him
books. The carpet-cleaner stretched and nailed down a corner of the
drugget which had been kicked up. The coachman, footman, butler,
buttons stood in readiness to carry out the orders of Policeman X.
was a good thing Policeman X was there; for quite a crowd had
to see the work so briskly going on. The three little pygmies
the rail of a chair to beeswax and polish it. A bookbinder sat
cross-legged on one corner, arranging the loose leaves of a book;
fat cobbler sat balanced on the rail below, singing, A stitch in
The work was soon done; and when Aunt Susan came into the room she
praised little Winnie, and said the white hen had laid her an egg
Now, perhaps, you would like to know the names of the two fairies
attended the little girls. The good fairy was called
the bad fairy, No-will-to-work.
It was a lovely summer's day; there was a hot sun with a nice breeze,
and Mrs. Jones, who had a heavy wash on her hands, was delighted.
I shall get all dried off before night, she exclaimed, as she
the snowy sheets, and the children's shirts and pinafores, which
looked rather like doll's clothes as they hung on the line beside
father's great stockings.
Tommy and Jeannie, of course, were there too, and very busy, as
taken it into their heads to plant all the clothes-pegs they could
hands upon, under the idea that they would soon grow into cabbages!
Dear! dear! exclaimed poor Mrs. Jones, when she turned round,
filled the line, and found out what her children had been after.
any one ever see such children? I must get them away from the wash
somehow. See now, duckies, I'll get you some cherries off the tree,
you'll play pretty on the bench, and let mother get on with her
Yes, mother, we'll be ever so good, declared Tommy; and Jeannie,
could not speak plainly, echoed solemnly, Never good!
So Mrs. Jones fetched a ladder and gathered some juicy cherries,
a long time the children played with them happily enough. First of
Tommy kept a jeweller's shop on the old bench, and sold cherry
to Jeannie, who tried to fasten the double cherries on to her fat
ears. Then she kept shop, and sold cherry boots to Tommy, and then
got the doll's perambulator and wheeled the cherries to market, and
Tommy said it was time to eat the cherries, and he divided them
and soon ate his share up. But what a mess he did make of his hands
face! they were stained black with cherry juice. Never mind! said
Tommy calmly, I'll soon wipe it all off; and catching hold of a
which hung on the line near, he first rubbed himself quite clean,
then gave Jeannie's hands a rub, too, on this most convenient
till he had finished, and the sheet was again flapping in the wind,
thoughtless Tommy reflect on the mischief he had done. But when he
the purple stains on the clean sheet he began to cry bitterly, and
running to his mother, he pulled her round and showed her the
Look, mother! look! But I didn't mean to, he sobbed.
Mothers, says an old writer, should be all patience, and
Mrs. Jones needed patience that morning. She did look vexed at
she saw her work undone, but the next minute she was able to say
What a pity, Tommy! You should think a bit, and then you would be
to help me when I'm busy, and that was all. She took the sheet
put it once more in the wash-tub.
Meanwhile Tommy sat quietly sucking his thumb. He always sucked his
thumb when he thought, and just now he had a great deal to think
Mother had said he might help her! That was quite a new idea to
and he sucked his thumb harder than ever.
That summer's day marked a turning point in Tommy's life. He then
determinedlittle fellow as he wasto help mother, and it was
wonderful how soon the thoughtless little pickle grew into a
It seems as if he couldn't do enough for me, Mrs. Jones would
with honest pride in her tone; and Jeannie, she copies Tommy, and
between them both they'll fetch and carry and run for me till I
if I had nothing left for me to do. I'm a lucky woman, that I am!
Sleep, little sister, a sweet, sweet sleep,
Dear little sister with eyes so blue,
Daylight is dying
And shadows are lying,
Lying where lately the sunbeams grew!
The pretty birds, little one, cease to sing,
Cosy are they in the mossy nest,
Birdies like we, dear,
Weary must be, dear,
Glad in the gloaming to get to rest!
The flowers are closing their petals fair,
Closing them up till the dawn of day,
Then in their beauty,
Doing their duty,
All will uncurtain their colours gay!
Sleep, little sister, a sweet, sweet sleep,
Dear little sister with eyes so blue,
Sleep without fear, love,
Sissie is near, love,
She will keep watch, and be guard over you!
I cannot tell how she came to be called Little Me. She was a shy
little girl, and almost afraid of her own voice; though to hear her
playing with her brothers you would not have fancied that she was
And now they were on their way to the country. There was Emma the
and Miss Brown the governess, Little Me, Tommy, aged seven, and
aged ten. There was first a long journey in a cab, with many boxes;
a long journey in a train very full of people.
It seemed to Little Me as if that train had been going on all the
and the sandwiches and milk which nurse had in a little hamper
quite warm; and Little Me's legs ached from dangling from a seat
high for her feet to reach the ground, and at last she fell asleep.
She awoke suddenly with a start to find every one turning out of
train, and she felt cross and inclined to cry, but there was no
[Illustration: LITTLE ME.]
At last all three children, Miss Brown, and nurse were safely
into a carriage which was waiting for them. The luggage came behind
Little Me was really tired, so nurse put her to sit on a soft rug
bottom of the carriage. Here she could just see green trees
and the tops of green hedges, and soft white clouds turning to gold
red, as the sun set behind some hills in the far-off distance.
They reached at last a pretty cottage, with a thatched roof and a
wall quite covered with red roses. There was a little path of round
stones leading up to the front door, and all the windows had small
A stout old lady, in a spotless white cap with pink ribbons, met
the door, and took Little Me in her strong arms and carried her up
narrow stairs into a bedroom with white curtains to the bed and
and white walls.
After a good wash Little Me felt quite wide-awake, and very hungry,
was glad to be taken down to tea.
It was a delightful tea! There were tiny little loaves for
each of the
children, home-made cakes with plenty of plums, and strawberries
cream, and ducks' eggs. These the farmer's wife showed Little Me
pretty pale green shells, instead of white or brown like the hens'
and Mrs. White promised to show the children some baby chickens and
ducklings the next day.
How Little Me did sleep that night, to be sure! She never
father and mother and Bob, her elder brother, arrive at all; and it
eight o'clock before she woke the next morning, and found they had
gone out and left Me in kind Mrs. White's care. Mrs. White took her
feed the chickenssuch dear little fluffy balls of yellow and
black down, and Mrs. White let Little Me feed them out of a saucer,
some of them jumped over Me's hand, and were most friendly; and
Mrs. White took her to a pretty pond, and showed her a beautiful
and nine baby ducks, not so fluffy and small as the chickens, but
very soft and clean-looking.
Bob was rather too grown up to play much with Little Me, and Tommy
always played with Jack, so that Little Me spent much of her time
wandering about by herself.
The pond where the duck and ducklings lived had a little waterfall
one end, and then it became a little stream, and ran over pebbles
a bridge, and wandered away into the fields with a border of
Little Me was very fond of this stream, and one day Tommy persuaded
to take off her shoes and socks and walk through the stream with
This was very delightful; but when they were just in the middle of
stream there came in sight some cows, and a boy and man driving
Now, if there was one thing Little Me dreaded more than another it
cows; and her ideas of propriety were greatly shocked at the idea
strange man and boy seeing her bare feet, so she raced back to her
and socks, picked them up, and tumbled over a stile as fast as her
short, fat little legs could go, and hid behind a hedge, all out of
There poor Little Me crouched till she heard the last slow step of
last cow plash through the stream, where some of them stopped to
and the sound of voices died away over the bridge; then in much
and alarm she thrust her wet little feet into her damp socks, which
had in her fright dropped into the water, and the wet feet and
were hastily put into the shoes, and Little Me again climbed the
to join her brother, to whom she was ashamed to own that she had
afraid of the cows.
Being a city child, and not a very strong one, Little Me was unused
wet feet, and she caught a bad cold, which ended by her spending
days in bed; but the boys brought her flowers, and Mrs. White made
many little loaves and cakes, and gave her honey and cream, and
altogether Me thought being ill at a farmhouse much better than
well in the city.
OSCAR AND BRUNO.
When we were living in a very remote part of Northumberland, in an
house that had once been a monastery, we had two large dogs named
Oscar, who was a Newfoundland with a bit of the retriever in him,
been especially trained to take the water and to secure the game
shot among the deep pools.
Bruno, on the other hand, was a huge mastiff, who was kept to guard
house; gentle and docile to those whom he knew, but woe betide the
suspicious-looking stranger who approached the househis growl was
enough to frighten the stoutest-hearted beggar in the world.
My father thought Bruno was getting a little lazy, so proposed to
him down to the river with Oscar. I was to accompany them, and see
old Bruno have a bath.
The river was not very broad, narrow enough to be spanned by an old
wooden bridge, but it was very deep in the centre.
Bruno floundered about, and at last got into the deep centre
and, to my horror, I saw he was losing strength and sinking. I
to father that Bruno was drowning. He called to Oscar, Save your
friend, Oscar! And the faithful creature seemed to grasp the
for he swam out to Bruno, and taking hold of his strong leather
between his teeth, he lifted his head and shoulders out of the
eagerly watched them, for Bruno was very heavy, and it looked as if
Oscar would not have strength to land his friend.
Father encouraged Oscar, for I saw the fear in his face too; and
one supreme effort, struggling and panting, Oscar brought Bruno
shallow water. In a few minutes Oscar was all right, but poor old
was long before he came to himself. His devotion to Oscar after
beautiful to see, and they were firmer and truer friends ever
A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE.
Tom was one of those boys who, being fairly quick and clever, think
know everything and can do everything without being taught. Now,
quick and clever a boy or girl may be, this is a great mistake,
it is wiser and safer to profit by the experience of an older
than to learn by one's own experience. But Tom always knew
anything that his father or mother could tell him; and the result
that he often found himself in the wrong, and more than once
for his conceit and self-sufficiency.
Tom had lived in London all his life, with only occasional visits
seaside and a few days in the country at Christmas, when his father
mother usually went on a visit to his uncle's house at Felford. He
therefore much excited when at breakfast one morning, just after
Midsummer holidays had begun, his mother handed a letter across the
table to her husband, asking, What do you think of that?
Tom's quick eyes saw that the writing was his uncle's. He watched,
saw his father and mother both glance at him.
Well, Tom, I see you have your suspicions about this letter, said
father; and you are right. It does concern you. Your uncle
you to go to Felford. Your aunt and the little ones will be away;
your uncle will be at home, and Allan will be there to keep you
Now, do you think you can be trusted to go alone, and not give your
uncle any trouble, or lead Allan into mischief?
Why, of course, Father! Tom answered readily.
I am sorry to say there is no 'of course' in the matter; but you
try this once, and I hope it may be as you say. But you must
that your uncle is very strict, and that you will not be allowed
Oh, I know! said Tom, but his father stopped him.
If you say that to me again I shall not let you go to your
you know so well, you ought to practise what you know, and give
anxiety to your mother and me.
At last the day came. His father saw him off at the station; and,
a journey of two hours, Tom arrived at the Felford station, and
his uncle's wagon had come to meet him, and Allan was in it. The
had much to say to each other; for they had not met for some
were always good friends, Allan being only eight months younger
Tom. Allan had much to tell of their plans for enjoyment while Tom
at Felford, and among other pleasant things, there was to be a
cricket match, in which Allan was to play.
And you, too, Tom, he said, for he never doubted his cousin's
It won't be a very grand match, you see, but it will be capital
and the boys play
Oh, I know! said Tom.
All right: that will be capital, said Allan; and Tom, who had
held a bat in his life, found himself engaged to play in the match.
But I shall find it quite easy, he thought. I've seen it played,
the boys at school seem to find it simple enough.
His uncle was out riding when Tom reached Felford, having had
to attend to, so the boys at once went out into the garden and
the scene of the future cricket match.
Tom looked at it a moment, then visions of Lords came before him,
said decidedly, It wants rolling dreadfully!
Father said it was too dry to roll, said Allan, in rather a
tone. You see, if
Oh, I know! interrupted Tom; but we might try to roll it
don't you know. That would be fun, and it would surprise him. Is
Yes, the small garden-roller; but Father said
Oh, I know! said Tom impatiently. Let us fetch it.
Allan said no more. It was clear that Tom did not intend to listen
anything he had to say.
Do you know how to use the roller? asked Allan.
I should hope so! Any one must know that, said Tom; and away they
to fetch it.
Now, there is a right way and a wrong way to do everything, and a
garden-roller should be pulled and not pushed, but
this Tom did not
understand; therefore, he set to work with Allan to push the roller
through the garden towards the field, while Twinkle, the
followed at their heels.
A garden-roller is an awkward thing to manage if you don't
it. The iron handle is heavily weighted, and if pressed down and
released it springs up with great force, owing to the weight with
it is balanced.
Tom knew nothing of this; and Allan had never been allowed to touch
roller, so he was as ignorant as Tom. They had paused to draw
when Twinkle's bark of delight made Allan exclaim, There's
At that moment Tom took his arms off the iron handle on which they
been resting, and the handle sprang up. There was a cry from Allan,
Tom saw to his horror that one end of the iron bar had struck the
just above the eye. It was a painful blow, and the bruise began at
to discolor and swell, so that by the time his father came up poor
was a piteous object.
It was a most unfortunate beginning to Tom's visit. Of course his
was angry, for the garden-roller was quite useless for the purpose
rolling the field, and the ground was so hard and dry that no
even with the heaviest horse-roller, would have done any good.
was very sorry for Tom, and took more than a fair share of the
saying he ought to have been more careful; but he was rather
when he found that he had a black eye, and that it could not be
before the cricket match, when the boys would be sure to chaff him.
This exploit of Tom's and his uncle's anger made the boy more
and all went well until the day before the cricket match, when Tom
Allan went out for a private practice in the field.
You aren't standing right. Your leg's before the wicket, said
as Tom stood ready, bat in hand, to receive the ball.
Oh, I know! but it's only for practice, said Tom quickly. Send
Allan bowled, Tom hit, the ball spun straight up in the air and
down almost at Tom's feet.
Hullo! said Allan, pointing to the stumps; how did you do that?
Tom looked round and found he had knocked over the stumps. This
mistake having been set right, Tom was ready to start again. This
as the ball spun off his bat, there was a crash, and Allan
horror, Oh, Father's precious orchids! for the ball had gone
the glass of the small greenhouse, and had overturned and injured
several cherished plants.
Poor Tom thought he had had enough of cricket for that day, and
to make his confession to his uncle. Allan's piteous face did more
towards softening his father than Tom's regrets, and he said very
little about the matter, though possibly he felt the more.
The next day the cricket match came off. Tom very soon found that
playing it was necessary to have done something more than look on.
knew little or nothing of the rules of the game, and brought
himself, and on his cousin for having introduced so bad a player
the village eleven. Had there been any one to take his place he
have been turned out in spite of anything Allan could say, but as
they were obliged to put up with him.
When Tom went in, his first action was to put himself out, amid the
hootings of fury and amusement of the rest of the party. Even Allan
getting cross with him.
When the other side went in again, Tom made more effort to follow
game and catch the ball; but he knew nothing of cricket, and was
his ordinary walking-boots. The grass was dry and slippery, and Tom
clumsy. He was chasing the ball, and thought he should really
catching it this time, when his foot slipped and he fell heavily on
grass. He had broken his leg!
The boys who had laughed before were now full of sympathy. He was
once taken into the house and the doctor sent for. What poor Tom
suffered for the rest of that day and all the night, only those who
broken a leg can tell, and added to his pain was the feeling that
shown all Allan's friends what a boastful fellow he was.
[Illustration: Pride Goes Before A Fall.]
THE SWALLOWS' SONG.
Tweet! tweet! tweet! the swallows say,
It is time we flew away
Far across the pathless sea,
For it winter soon will be!
Then will fall the rustling leaves,
And our nests beneath the eaves
Will be very damp and chill,
While the fogs our playgrounds fill.
Tweet! tweet! tweet! the swallows say,
It is time we flew away!
Tweet! tweet! tweet! the swallows cry,
As they circle far on high,
Gathering thickly overhead
Now that summer days have fled.
See! they say, the flow'rets fair
Now are drooping ev'rywhere,
And no more the scented breeze
Roves amid the leafy trees!
Tweet! tweet! tweet! the swallows say,
It is time we flew away!
Tweet! tweet! tweet! Alas! we hear
All you utter, swallows dear!
And, if it indeed must be,
Take your flight across the sea
But do not your friends forget,
They who lose you with regret,
And to us all swiftly wing
When appear the flowers of Spring!
Tweet! tweet! tweet! the swallows say,
We will come again in May!
HIS FIRST KNIFE AND FORK.
Stevie could hardly believe his eyes. But it was true, quite true,
the same for that, and he opened his blue eyes wider and wider till
mother laughed and kissed them, and lifted him up into his high
saying, Yes, Stevie, they are yours, your very own, and grandpa
them to you because he remembered your birthday. Such a beautiful,
sweet-smelling leather case it was, lined with purple velvet, and
it a silver fork with a pretty S on the handle, and a knife that
really cut. His first knife and fork! Oh, how Stevie had
them! And now that they had come, his very own, he felt quite a
almost like father.
Stevie must learn to handle them nicely, ready to show grandpa
comes. Not that way, pet! Let the back of the blade look up to the
ceiling, like little birdies after they drink, and keep the sharp
down to the plate, and then little fingers won't be cut.
All alone by myself, mother? all alone by myself? cried Stevie
eagerly; but mother stood beside him till the pie was cut up, and
pretty knife and fork had been laid aside to be washed and put back
their velvet case.
Stevie learned to handle his knife and fork quite nicely in a few
but he found it rather hard that he was never allowed to have them
play with. He used them at the table and that was all. The day
came Stevie was all excitement to show him how well he could use
beautiful present. Mother had gone to the station to meet him, and
seemed that the long morning of waiting would never be over. But
o'clock came at last, and nurse gave Stevie a biscuit and an apple,
sent him out in the garden so that he should not disturb baby's
ran away down to the fountain and began to play dinner. Then he
of his dear knife and fork. He knew just where they were, but he
been told never to touch them. He did want them so much, and they
his own. The apple would seem just like a real dinner if he only
them. Stevie ran into the dining-room and mounted the chair by the
sideboard. For a moment he stopped; for it seemed as if some one
Don't touch, Stevie! quite loud in his ear, but only the clock
Tick, tack, tick, tack! There was only the little voice of
inside Stevie to say Don't touch; and he wouldn't listen
to that, so
he ran away with the pretty case in his hand.
Stevie played dinner, and old gray pussy sat on the fountain basin
looked at him. She played grandpa, at least Stevie said so; but
the apple didn't taste so sweet as at first, and he cut his thumb a
little, and thought he would put the knife and fork back. Back in
case he did put them, clip went the little silver fastening, Pussy
arched her back and swelled her tail, for the dog belonging to the
had just come through the gate with his master. There was a rush
tussle, and the baker ran to Stevie; but something had gone splash!
the fountain, and Stevie ran away crying. How everybody did hunt
that knife and fork, while Stevie sat very pale and quiet, holding
fat thumb hidden by his hand.
Grandpa sat next to the high-chair. Cheer up, little man: it will
And mother said, Never mind, pet; it can't be really lost!
Stevie's thumb hurt him, and he felt so miserable that he couldn't
his trouble all alone by himself any longer, so he sobbed out,
'Tisn't lost! it is in the fountain! Wanted it all by myself!
Mother took him on her lap till she had made out what had happened.
she tied up the poor cut thumb while grandpa went down to the
and fished up the knife and fork. Stevie ate his dinner with a
for grandpa said he thought the knife and fork had better go away
the poor thumb was well. The pretty case was quite, quite
Stevie got his knife and fork back; and we noticed that we didn't
to say, Don't touch, Stevie! nearly so often to him, and that he
not nearly so eager to have things all alone.
THE WREN'S GIFT.
A little maid was sitting
Upon the wild-brook's edge.
A little Wren came flitting,
And chirrupped from the hedge.
Close up to her he hopped,
With eyes both bright and merry,
And in her lap he dropped
A golden shining berry.
Eat it never fearing,
Said the little Wren,
It will give you hearing
Seldom given to men.
It made her tongue to tingle
When she bit it through,
And straightway all the dingle
Seemed full of words she knew.
She understood the words
The wild brook sang in straying,
And what the woodland birds
Among themselves were saying.
But sweeter than all singing
Of brook or birds above,
She heard the bluebells ringing
The chimes the fairies love.
VERA'S CHRISTMAS GIFT.
It was Christmas Day, and very, very hot; for Christmas in South
comes at mid-summer, whilst the winter, or rainy season, occurs
July and August, which certainly seems a strange arrangement to our
ideas. However, whatever the temperature may be, Christmas is ever
by all English people as nearly as possible in the same way as they
wont to keep it at Home, for it is thus that all colonists
speak of the land of their birth.
So, though little Vera Everest lived on an African farm, she knew
about Christmas, and did not forget to hang up both her fat, white
socks, to find them well filled with presents on Christmas morning;
there were roast turkey and plum-pudding for dinner, just as you
She was not old enough to ride to the distant village church with
parents, but she amused herself during their absence with singing
the Christmas carols she knew to Sixpence, her Zulu nurse; and by
she heard the tramp of the horse's feet, and ran to the door.
Instead of the cheerful greeting she expected, Mother hardly
little girl. She held an open letter in her hand, and was
crying on Christmas Day!
Mrs. Everest was indeed in sad grief; the mail had just come in,
had a letter to say that her mother was seriously ill, and longing
see her. A few months ago there would have been no difficulty about
journey; but the Everests had lost a great deal of money lately,
expensive journey was now quite out of the question, and yet it cut
to the heart not to be able to go to her mother when she was ill,
Vera was too young to be told all this, but she was not too young
that Mother was in trouble.
I do believe Santa Claus forgot Mammy's stocking, she said to
she has not had a present to-day, and that's why she's crying.
So Vera turned the matter over in her mind, and came to the
that she must give Mother a present, as Santa Claus had so
She went to her treasure-boxa tin biscuit-case in which she kept
pretty stones and crystals which she picked up in her walks, and,
thinking a little, she chose a bright, irregular-shaped stone, and,
clasping her hands tightly behind her, she went on to the veranda.
Mother was lying back in a cane chair and gazing with sad eyes over
I've brought you a Christmas present, Mother, said Vera. Don't
any more, but guess what it is.
Mrs. Everest turned round and smiled lovingly at her child.
little Vera made a pleasant picture for a mother's eyes to dwell
she stood there roguishly smiling in her cool white frock and blue
and a coral necklace on her fat neck, whilst her golden hair shone
a halo round her head.
Guess, Mother dear, repeated Vera; then, unable to wait, she
Mrs. Everest's lap, and, opening her little pink hands, she
the stone. It's your Christmas present! she declared.
Mrs. Everest kissed the child, but did not, so thought Vera, take
notice of her handsome gift.
It shines, doesn't it, Father? she said, holding it up for Mr.
Everest's inspection as he passed along the veranda.
Mr. Everest stopped, took the stone in his hand, then, turning
pale, he walked quickly into the house without saying a word. Vera
the world was somewhat disappointing to-day; but in a minute or two
father reappeared, and hastily encircling both wife and child with
arm, he said gayly, There, Sophy! kiss your little daughter, and
congratulate her. She has made your fortune, and you can leave for
to-morrow, and engage a state cabin if you like.
O Henry! what do you mean? said the bewildered Mrs. Everest.
Just what I say! he declared. Vera's gift to you is a diamond;
I know anything, it will sell in Capetown for a good round sum. So
fret any more, little woman, but pack up your traps and take your
daughter with you, and we will start for Capetown to-night, so as
catch the first steamer for home.
Vera could not now think that her present was not enough
for Father would not let it out of his hand until he got to the
jeweller's at Capetown, and had sold it for a large sum of money.
Vera and her mother sailed the very next day, and Grandma got
from the hour of their arrival. As for Mother, she was now always
smiling; for with Grandma well, and no debts to worry her, she felt
happy that she seemed hardly to know how to be grateful enough.
Certainly there could not have been a more opportune present than
We all called him in private Tommy Torment; but his mother called
My precious darling, and My sweet, good boy, and spoiled him in
truly dreadful way. Anyhow, he was not a nice boy, and we never saw
of him than we could help.
He did not go to school even, for this seven-year-old boy was
too delicate, and was taught at home by a governess with sandy
who brought books in a needlework bag that we all used to laugh
sure I don't know why; but her teaching could not have amounted to
for I went into the schoolroom one day, and found Tommy riding
on the rocking-horse, while poor Miss Feechim stood by him with an
A B C
in one hand and a long pointer in the other, with which she showed
the letters. When he said them correctly, Miss Feechim gave him a
sugar-plum out of the bag on her arm, but when he refused to look
them, which he did as often as not, she only said, Oh, Tommy! and
shook her curls, and never attempted to make him mind her; and then
laughed and called her names, and rocked his horse so violently up
down that his poor mother came rushing up-stairs white with anxiety
know what was the matter.
You can imagine after this we were not overjoyed when we heard from
Mother that Lady Mary was so ill her mother had taken possession of
and that we were to have the pleasure of Tommy Torment's company at
seaside. Mother said she was very sorry, but she could not help it.
doctor said Lady Mary must have complete rest, and no worries; and
Mary had said she could not trust her precious treasure to any one
but Mother. So, when we set off on our annual holiday, Tommy was
into a corner of the omnibus.
Well, at first, and under Mother's eye, we really did think we had
rather hard on Tommy Torment, he seemed so like other boys; but
presently, when the novelty had worn off, and he had become tired
being good, the real Tommy appeared, and for at least a week we had
really what Nurse calls a regular time of it. There was not a
did not know; and the worst of it was that our boys became tricky
and we really did not know how to bear the rough usage we all
for we never had a moment's pleasure or peace of our lives; and
with sand in our hair, wet star-fish down our backs, and seeing our
dolls shipwrecked in their best clothes off the steepest possible
we never felt secure for a moment, and we actually began to wish
ourselves back in the city, when Nurse fortunately rose to the
and, taking the law into her own hands, escorted the whole party up
Mother, which brought matters to a climax; for our boys were so
of their cruelty and ungentlemanly behavior when Mother explained
them what their tricks really meant, that they became their own
selves, and we had the first good play together of the season the
morning on the shore, though Tommy did his best to bother us, and
draw off the boys again by promising to show them quite a new way
managing a shipwreck.
But the boys would not join Tommy, and so he went off alone, and we
him five minutes after with Yellowboy, the sandy kitten, tied to
mast of his ship, doing his very best to drown the poor little
pretending he was rescuing it from the perils of the ocean.
I could fill pages were I to go on telling you only of Tommy's
but as that cannot be, I am just going to let you know how we cured
We simply let him alone. Mother only scolded him, or rather talked
him, once, and that seemed to have no effect on him at all, though
Mother's talkings usually soften the hardest heart; so finally we
agreed to go our own ways just as if he were not there, Nurse
to put all our toys and pets out of his reach, and to see that he
to no real harm.
He actually bore a whole week of it before he repented. We used to
him from the corners of our eyes moping all by himself, and looking
the toes of his boots, or at his ship, which he really could not
without our help, and felt so sorry for him. We longed to break our
resolution; but Mother and Nurse helped us to keep firm, and one
morning Tommy came up to me and said, Why won't you play with me,
Because you are cruel and ungentlemanly, I said seriously, and
because you are selfish. We tried our best to be pleasant to you,
we never wanted you here, and in return you made the boys horrid to
and never allowed us five minutes' peace. You spoiled a whole week
our precious holidays, and we can't afford to waste any more time
you. We can do without you perfectly well, and so please go away.
But I am truly sorry, Hilda, he said, looking down. I've been
'flecting (he meant reflecting). I'd much rather be agreeable and
nice, and I won't be selfish if you'd not look away from me and
me any more. If I'd your mother I'd be good perhaps, but I really
my mother doesn't understand boys. And he sighed deeply, and put
hands into his knickerbocker pockets.
You'll not forget, and tease us again? I asked firmly; and you
must ask Mother too.
I'll promise, really, said Tommy, giving me a very grubby little
only please do look at me as you look at Charley, and don't leave
all to myself again. I do get so tired of myself, you can't think.
I could, for once I had been left alone just in the same way; but I
didn't tell Tommy this, and only went to Mother, and soon he was
quite happily with us, and remained such a good boy. Nurse used to
out for spots on his chest every day when she bathed him, for she
quite sure that he must be going to be ill, but he wasn't; and he
remained so good we were quite sorry to part with him, for he was
funny, and full of life. But as his mother kept very weak, Tommy
sent to school; and so, when we went back from the seaside, after
holidays were over, we did not meet again for nearly a year.
When we did meet, we hardly knew him again, he was such a jolly
fellow. And when he grew confidential, which he did the third day
holidays, he said to me very solemnly, I say, Hilda, if any little
and girls are as rude and naughty as I used to be once, I know how
cure them. I shall first talk to them nicely, as your mother talked
me, and then I shall let them alone. It cured me, I know. You don't
call me Tommy Torment now, do you, Hilda?
My grandfather does give me nice things! Last birthday he gave me a
lovely box of tools, and he gave me the rocking-horse when I was
little, and the swing trapeze that hangs from the nursery ceiling,
books and toys,I can't remember them all now. But his last
best of all: it was a tricycle!
I was nine last birthday, and I couldn't help wonderingthough it
sounds rather greedywhat grandfather would give me, because I
it wouldn't be a toy, and he had given me a book at Christmas, for
said I was growing quite a man.
When the birthday morning came, and I ran down to breakfast, there
nothing at all from grandfather! I'm afraid I looked very
just at first; but presently we heard a little noise outside, and
was grandfather himself, and a man with him, who was wheeling the
dearest little tricycle you ever saw.
It was rather hard work at first, and I soon got tired; but now I
ten miles with father, and not feel at all tired.
I'll tell you one thing that makes me so glad about my tricycle. I
just going out on it one morning, when mother came running out of
house, looking so pale and frightened that I was quite frightened
Bertie, she said, tell John to go at once to Dr. Bell's and ask
to come here at onceat once, remember. Your father has cut
very badly, and we can't stop the bleeding.
I'll go, mother; let me go on the tricycle, I said.
And she answered, Do, dear; only make haste!
I don't think I ever went so fast before; but it was a good road,
that helped me, and I was saying to myself all the time, Oh, don't
me be too late for the doctor! Please let me find him and
bring him to
And I did find the doctor at home. I was out of breath, but
to tell him what was the matter, and he was soon ready.
Of course I couldn't keep up with his pony-cart, as father could
done, but I got home not long after, and heard that the doctor was
there, and the bleeding had stopped.
Father was very weak for some time, and his hand was not well for
several weeks, but the doctor and mother said he would have died if
hadn't been able to fetch the doctor so quickly on my tricycle.
That's why I like my tricycle so much, and think it such a useful
If it had been a pony, it would have had to be saddled and bridled;
I always keep it cleaned and oiled, so it was quite ready for use
it was wanted. Mother used to be rather afraid of my riding it at
time, but she doesn't mind it now, because she knows how useful it
the day father cut his hand.
ON THE THRESHOLD.
Bring me my grandson, Agnes,
Bring me your first-born boy;
I may not be with you much longer,
And he is my old heart's joy.
Do you think he is old enough yet, girl,
To remember me after I go?
If not I must stay awhile longer,
For he must not forget me, you know.
You who are yet but a child, dear,
Will see him as tall as the squire
But I must make ready to leave you,
For have I not won my desire?
Old winter waits for the snowdrop
Before he turns to depart,
And I have stayed for the coming
Of this last joy of my heart.
We meet in the same wide doorway,
And inward to life he trips
But I to my death creep outwards
And, passing, we both touch lips.
F. W. H.
TROT, TODDLES, AND THE TEA-PARTY.
Trot walked slowly up-stairs, repeating the words she had heard,
If you want the entertainment to be a success, you must draw up a
programme, and carry it out.
She looked very solemn, for she felt the importance of the
the day following she and Toddles were to give their very first
and four little girls and four little boys, not to mention the four
dolls of the four little girls, were coming to take tea with Trot
Toddles and mother.
Trot had thought about it a great deal, and so had Toddles,
what would happen, and what they should do to make the guests enjoy
[Illustration: TODDLES STOOD IN FRONT OF HER.]
The two children had spent many half-hours talking the matter over,
each time the conversation had ended by Toddles saying,Well,
mind; there'll be tea. He had found out from cook that there would
two kinds of jam provided for the tea-party, and he felt quite sure
even if there were fourteen little boys and fourteen little girls
expected, they would enjoy themselves thoroughly if they had plenty
jam. But Trot did not agree with him, and declared that the
could not be settled that way.
[Illustration: 'HIGHER!' SHOUTED TODDLES.]
The speech which Trot had overheard suggested all kinds of plans,
she made her way into the nursery to talk over the party once more
Toddles was in the middle of a grand sea-fight. His tin soldiers
sailing about on books on the sea of the nursery floor, and Toddles
firing first at one ship, and then at another, with a large glass
marble. Toddles did not wish to be disturbed.
Toddles, said Trot, the tea-party is settled at last. If you
entertainment to be a success, you must draw up a programme, and
Six down at one shot! cried Toddles; and the captain among them,
Toddles, said Trot solemnly, you do want the entertainment to be
success, don't you?
[Illustration: TODDLES FELL DOWN.]
Bang! bang! There'll be tea, cried Toddles.
Trot touched him on the shoulder.
Do come and talk about the party, Toddles, she said. I have
of a new game to play at.
Toddles looked up at last; he was beginning to feel interested.
new games always meant fun, though they sometimes ended in a
What is it? he asked.
A circus, answered Trot, with a smile.
No, said Toddles, jumping up from the floor. Do you really mean
Trot sat down in a chair, and Toddles stood in front of her, and
his two chubby elbows in her lap.
[Illustration: TROT PUT THE JAR UPON HER HEAD.]
We must draw up a programme, and carry it out, said Trot, waving
arm, as she had seen her father do, when he had made the same
Toddles stared; he felt very much impressed, though he did not know
the least what Trot meant.
And the circus will be the programme, continued Trot, drawing a
crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket. I will write it down on
this. They will come at four o'clock.
Oh, they'll come before that, objected Toddles. You put 'Tea at
the letters, and they are sure to come in plenty of time for tea. I
should, because of the two kinds of jam, you know.
Never mind, said Trot; we can't do anything before tea, so the
thing to put down is 4 TEA; and she wrote the word in big printing
Toddles watched her silently.
After tea will come the circus, said Trot. I wonder how you
But will mother let us have the circus? said Toddles. There
room in here for all the horses and clowns, and ladies we saw the
[Illustration: THERE WAS ... A SMASH"]
Trot laughed. That isn't the kind of circus I mean, she said;
to be the circus!
Toddles looked more astonished than ever.
We shall ask the party to sit in a circle, said Trot; and then
shall do things. Perhaps we may as well settle now what to do.
We must jump through hoops, of course, said Toddles.
And walk about with things on our heads, said Trot; balancing,
I do wish we could walk on a rope like the man did the other day,
We will, said Trot, writing busily.
The spelling was rather a trouble to her; but Toddles quite
approved of it, and both children were satisfied with the programme
it was finished, though perhaps any one else might have found
in understanding it. It looked something like this:
4 TEA AFTER TEA JUMPING THREW HOOPS BALLUNCING TITE ROPES.
Won't they be surprised? said Toddles.
Now we will practise, said Trot. As we can't have any horses, I
hold the hoop, and you shall jump through it.
That is much too easy, said Toddles. Couldn't you stand on a
and let me jump off another chair through the hoop?
Trot looked doubtfulNurse doesn't like us to stand on the
She fetched her big wooden hoop and held it up.
Higher! shouted Toddles, getting ready to make a spring.
Trot raised the hoop and Toddles jumped; then somehow Toddles and
hoop got mixed up together, and Toddles fell down on the ground.
Oh dear! said Trot. I am sorry; we must try again.
Toddles picked himself up, and rubbed his elbows.
Don't you think it will look stupid to jump through hoops when we
ride on horses? he said. Of course if we had horses it would be
enough. I think we had better leave that part out.
[Illustration: 'LET US TRY WALKING THE ROPE.']
Perhaps we had, said Trot; and she slowly drew her pencil through
JUMPING THREW HOOPS.
We can both balance things, said Toddles, I know; and he jumped
quickly and ran across the room. I will lie on my back, and put
footstool on my feet
And throw it up in the air, and catch it, cried Trot. Like the
with the tub the other day. That will be fine!What shall I do?
Walk about with that pot on your head, suggested Toddles.
That old thing, said Trot; that will be very easy.
Toddles lay down on his back, and stuck the footstool on his feet,
Trot put the jar upon her head.
It is quite easy, said Toddles, and I am sure the party will
Quite easy, said Trot.
There was a sound of something falling, a cry, a little scream, and
Oh! cried Toddles.
Eeeeh! cried Trot.
[Illustration: THERE WAS A VERY LOUD SCREAM THIS TIME.]
It came right on my nose, said Toddles. I believe it's broken.
I'm sure my toe is, said Trot.
There was no doubt at all about the pot, it was very much broken.
Hush! said Trot, there's nurse!
Toddles stopped in the middle of a scream, and the two children
their hands and knees to the door, and listened eagerlybut it was
Let us try walking the rope, said Trot.
I suppose you will do that, said Toddles, rubbing his nose;
haven't any rope.
Then we must find something else, said Trot cheerfully,
to be beaten. I think a walking-stick would do beautifully to
on, and we'll get nurse to give us a rope to-morrow.
It looked very easy the other day, said Toddles, as Trot began to
arrange one end of the stick on a chair, and the other on a stool;
I don't expect it is.
We'll be more careful this time, said Trot. You hold the
walking-stick so that it sha'n't slip, and I'll hold this long
that I sha'n't slip.
All right, said Toddles, in a tone of voice which meant that he
thought it was all wrong.
There was a loud scream this timea scream that brought nurse
very quickly, so that she might see what was the matter.
Both the children were on the floor, and sticks, chair, and stool
flying in every direction.
For a minute nurse was doubtful which was Trot, which was Toddles,
which were sticks and chair.
What are you doing? said nurse.
But neither of the children answered. Toddles's head felt as if it
suddenly become twice its usual size, and Trot did not feel quite
where she was, or whether she was standing on her head or her
[Illustration: TODDLES AND TROT WERE SITTING SIDE BY SIDE.]
Nurse picked them up, and kissed them and comforted them, but quite
forgot to scold the two miserable little pickles.
They didn't say anything about the circus, and somehow or other
thought he would like to go to bed early; and of course there was
in Trot staying up by herself, so she went to bed early too.
Next morning the children slept late, and did not seem very eager
up when they did wake.
Trot, said Toddles, sighing deeply, it is the party day. What
we do about the circus?
Trot only answered with something between a groan and a growl.
Children, said mother, coming into the nursery after breakfast,
we write to the boys and girls, and tell them to come another day?
And though you will probably be astonished to hear it, Toddles and
nodded their heads and smiled.
You wouldn't like it not to be a success, said mother.
Trot, said Toddles, when mother had left the room, you won't
programme next time.
If I do, Toddles, said Trot, you may carry it outout of the
But after all there was one part of the programme carried out.
At four o'clock that same afternoon Toddles and Trot were sitting
by side on the nursery floor, looking and feeling very unhappy and
If only we hadn't hurt ourselves, said Trot, we might have been
having the party now.
And the two kinds of jam, said Toddles. Oh dear! oh dear!
Oh dear! oh dear! said Trot.
The door opened, and nurse came into the room.
Miss Trot, Master Toddles, said she, you are to have tea
with mistress to-day.
Toddles and Trot looked surprised; but they jumped up quickly from
floor, forgetting for the moment all their aches and pains.
Do you think, whispered Toddles to Trot, as they walked slowly
down-stairs, that there will be two kinds?
Trot nodded her head. I hope so, she said.
And there were.
A SILENT FRIEND.
I who live in a house with a roof,
And the cow who lives out of doors,
The cow who walks with a cloven hoof
And I who have shoes like yours,
We two have been friends for many a day
Though we never have shaken hands,
It is true she has little or nothing to say,
But I'm certain she understands.
She was browsing the grass by the brink of the brook,
When I went down the garden to see
She lifted her head with an earnest look,
And slowly came over to me.
I stood by the fence which stretches about
Twixt garden and pasture-land,
I pulled up a lettuce and held it out,
And she munched it out of my hand.
Since then we are very good friends indeed,
But she never has spoken a word:
But whatever I tell her she seems to give heed,
I can see by her eyes she has heard.
F. W. Home.
They sailed away in a paper boat,
Nellie and Flo and Dan did,
Wondering how they managed to float,
For rather unsafe is a paper boat,
Better it is to be candid!
And after a voyage across the seas
They came to an island of flowers and trees.
And, wishing to feel rather more at ease,
They anchored their craft and landed!
A bright little Fairy cried out from the strand,
You're welcome my darlings, to Buttercup Land!
They gazed around on a lovely scene,
Nellie and Dan and Flo did,
Golden the leaves of the trees, not green,
No wonder they thought it a lovely scene,
Happiness surely it boded!
And buttercups grew on each inch of ground,
No room for a pin could between be found,
They gathered, and gathered, you may be bound,
Till pinafores all were loaded!
The bright little Fairy said, Isn't it grand
To rule o'er the kingdom of Buttercup Land?
Alas! they cried, it is late, so late,
Home we must all be sailing!
Sorrowful they that they could not wait,
But they were good darlings 'tis right to state,
Duty was ever prevailing!
And so they embarked in their paper boat,
And soon on the sea were again afloat,
A merry cheer rang from each childish throat,
Tho' tears down their cheeks were trailing!
The bright little Fairy cried, waving her hand,
Come soon again, darlings, to Buttercup Land!
At last they came to their native shore,
Nellie and Flo and Dan did,
Noticing what they'd not noticed before,
That beautiful too was their native shore,
Better it is to be candid!
Then one to the other remarked, I say
I think that the sun must be hot to-day!
I've been fast asleep, and sailed far away,
Where I on an Island landed!
They laughed for they lay, gather'd flow'rs in each hand,
Mid buttercups sweet as in Buttercup Land!
Such a terrible tease was Ned! Mother's patience lasted longer than
one else's, but even she was perhaps not altogether sorry
holidays were over and the boys were safely back at
teased the cats and the dogs and the chickens, teased the servants
terribly with his mess and pranks; teased his bigger brother
more than all teased his good little sister Lizzie. Lizababuff,
called herself, which was as near as her wee mouth could get to
Elizabeth. George was something of a tease too, if the truth must
owned, only, beside Ned, people didn't notice him so much. Yet
they might, by hanging her dolls high out of reach in the
setting her dear black kitty afloat on the pond in a box, or
her when she failed to catch little birds by putting salt on their
tails, or any other way, and they had a great many, Lizzie never
she forgave them directly, and wherever the boys played, in garden,
orchard, or paddock, Lizzie's little fat face and white sun-bonnet
always be seen close by.
A very favorite place with the children was the paddock gate; here
would often swing for hours or amuse themselves by watching
that might come along the road. Not much traffic passed that way,
sure, but knowing every one in the village, they seemed to find
to interest them.
Here comes Tom Crippy with two baskets, cried Ned, as they all
over the gate one sunny afternoon,an afternoon on which even
sunny temper had almost given way, for both boys were in an
teasing mood, and had brought tears very near her blue eyes more
once. Don't they look heavy? he went on. My! He's got carrots
ripe apples in one. All ours are as hard as wood.
Going to take them up to the house, Tom?
Not to yours, Master Ned, Tom answered, setting down his baskets
resting on a low wall. This one is for you; but this one, with the
apples, is for Mrs. Veale.
George looked at the baskets. It is very hot, and you look tired
out, he said. Suppose you leave Mrs. Veale's basket here while
Tom Crippy agreed at once, and gladly made his way up to the house
his lightened load, Ned shouting after him, I say, Tom, you may as
spare us an apple when you come back!
Wouldn't it be fun to hide his basket? Ned went on; but, having
offered to take care of it, both boys dismissed the idea as mean.
Now for the apple, they said, when he returned.
In vain Tom protested, I never promised it. It isn't mine to give!
even father's! Mrs. Veale has bought and paid for these apples.
George would have let him go after a bit; but Ned was somewhat
and hankered after the apple, as well as after what he called a bit
Well, it won't be more than a mouthful apiece, said Tom, at last.
Who'll have first bite? and he took a ripe, red apple from the
I, cried Ned at once.
Well! said Tom, I should have thought you would have let the
He looked at George, who at once blinded Ned's eyes. Widely,
opened his mouth, to close his teeth upona carrot.
People who tease can rarely stand being teased themselves. Frantic
rage, Ned struck out right and left, then dashing the basket over,
trampled and smashed the delicious apples with his feet.
Well, the apples had to be paid for, and the boys had to be
even mother couldn't overlook such an afternoon's work as this.
The boys' pocket-money would be stopped till the two shillings were
up. Threepence a week each, and a month seemed long to look forward
Gloomily they leaned over the gate in the evening. Patter, patter,
nearer and nearer came little feet. Lizababuff has opened her
money-box, and here is sixpence for George and sixpence for Ned.
How they hugged the sun-bonnet! Lizzie, you are a brick! But we
take your money, nor tease you any more!
Far in the Highlands of Scotland, nestling amid their rugged
lay a beautiful farm. Here one of our boys lived with the good old
farmer for two or three years, to be taught sheep-farming. Every
he came to see us; and one year, as we were staying at a country
he brought us a dear little pet lamb, which he had carried on his
shoulder for many a mile across the country. It was a poor little
orphan, its mother having died; but Willie had brought her up on
new milk, which the farmer had given him. We at once named her
she was so white and fluffy, just like a snowball; and twice a day
used to feed her with warm milk out of a bottle. She very quickly
tame, roaming about and following us in our walks. She knew Sunday
well, and never attempted to go to church with us but once; when we
half way there who should come panting after us but Daisy, so she
be taken home, and very sulkily lay down beside Hero, the
perhaps for a little sympathy. Of course she grew into a very big
and as we had to go back to town for the winter a farmer offered to
Daisy and put her amongst his own flock of sheep. Next summer when
returned the first thing we did was to go and see Daisy. The flock
feeding in a meadow, and as we opened the gate a sheep darted from
them, came straight to us, and bleating out her welcome, trotted
with us. She went back to live with the farmer, and died at a good
Well, children, I'll let you go and have this picnic by yourselves
you'll give me your word that you'll behave just as you would do if
were with you. Will you promise?
Yes, Nurse, we do promise; and we'll keep our word, said Algy
won't we? and he turned round to Charlie, Basil, and little Ivy,
to ask them to confirm his words.
Yes, we promise, they repeated eagerly, full of delight to think
they might actually picnic by themselves for a whole day.
Don't leave the Home Fields, mind, said Nurse. You can't come to
harm there, I should think; and I should be glad of a free day, so
get the nurseries cleaned out before your mother comes to-morrow;
mind your promise, and take good care of little Miss Ivy.
In a very short time all was ready. Cook had packed a most tempting
lunch of ham sandwiches, plum-cake, and gooseberry turnovers, and
was placed in a basket on Algy's mail-cart; and then off he
Charlie and Basil, with little Ivy between them, ran after him down
long avenue, laughing and singing as joyfully as young birds.
The Home Fields lay at the bottom of the avenue, and the children
no sooner in them than Ivy gave a scream of delight. The roses,
The wild roses are out; oh, do pick me some!
Ivy always got her own way with her brothers; and Algy obediently
stopped, threw off his hat, pulled out his clasp-knife, and
good bunch of the delicate blossoms for the little queen.
Charlie did not care for roses; he was better amused with the
and began building a little pier for himself with some stones that
near, much to the disgust of a pair of respectable old ducks, who
considered the pond their private property, and very much resented
Just listen to old Mrs. Quack preaching to me, cried Charlie,
to himself as he stood some little way in the pond. As he spoke,
however, one of the stones of the pier slipped, and Charlie
right into the water!
What of that?it is a fine sunny day, and his boots will soon dry
again, and he will not be a jot the worse.
Yes, quite true; but Nurse strictly forbade wet boots, and Charlie
knew that had she been there he would at once be sent back to the
to change them, and might think himself lucky if he escaped being
bed as a punishment. Such things had happened before now in the
nursery; and Charlie recollected also there was no mother at home
to beg him off, as she often had done. But for all that Charlie's
was made up; he had given his word to behave as if Nurse were by,
he must go home.
Perhaps she'll put you to bed, sobbed little Ivy.
I can't help it, said Charlie sorrowfully. I must keep my word.
So the poor boy trudged manfully back to the house to find his
fears realized. Nurse was very busy and consequently cross; and on
hearing Charlie's tale and seeing his boots, she sent him off to
He'd be dry enough there, she averred.
Charlie knew there was no help for it, Nurse would be obeyed; so
and sorrowfully he began undressing, the large tears rolling down
cheeks, when the door opened and Mother stood there! She had come
sooner than was expected; and before Charlie quite realized all
happening, Nurse had buttoned on his dry boots, and Mother and he
walking quickly towards the Home Fields. How the children did
with delight when they found that Mother herself was going to
You must thank Charlie that I am here, said Mother. If he had
kept his promise to Nurse I should not have known where to find
and Mother looked fondly at her honest little boy.
You see, I was obliged to, said Charlie simply: I had given my
Jack, the lock-keeper's son, does not idle away his time after his
work is done. He is very fond of boat-making; and although he has
some rough pieces of wood and an old pocket-knife, he is quite
constructing tiny vessels. Perhaps, some day, he may become a
boat-builder. Perseverance and the wise employment of spare moments
A VISIT TO NURSE.
It was indeed a treat for the four little Deverils when they received
invitation from old Nurse to spend the day at her cottage. She had
lately married a gardener, and having no children of her own, she
no greater pleasure than to entertain the little charges she had
nursed so faithfully. She always invited the children when the
gooseberries were ripe, and each child had a special bush reserved
it by name; indeed, Nurse would have considered it robbing the
innocent had any one else gathered so much as one berry off those
When they were tired of gooseberries, there was the swing under the
apple-tree, and such a tea before they went home! The more buttered
toast the children ate the better pleased was Nurse; and she
plateful after plateful to the table, till even Sydney's appetite
appeased, and he felt the time had come for a little conversation.
I'm going to be a sailor when I grow up, Nurse, he observed, and
take you a-sail in my ship. Gerry says he'll be a schoolmaster; he
to cane the boys, you know. Cyril has decided to be an omnibus
conductor, and Baby, he concluded, pointing his finger at the only
in the family, with a half-loving, half-contemptuous glance, what
you think Baby says she'll do?
Baby was just about to take a substantial bite out of her round of
toast; but at Sydney's words she stopped halfway and said promptly,
Baby's going to take care of the poor soldiers.
Gerry, at the other end of the table, put down his mug with a
gasp, and then burst out laughing, whilst Cyril raised his head and
solemnly, The soldiers might shoot you, Baby.
Baby went on unconcernedly with her tea; and Sydney said loftily,
all nonsense, of course! She'll know better by and by. Children
take care of soldiers, can they, Nurse?
Bless her heart! said Nurse, as she softly stroked the fair
head, and placed a fresh plate of toast on the table.
But can they, now? persisted Sydney.
Nurse paused, then said slowly, I did hear a story from an old
and he certainly said it was a child who saved his life. It was in
Crimean War, and there had been a great battle, and he lay on the
after all was over, with no one but the wounded and dead near him.
was very cold, and suffering fearfully from thirst, as people
after gun-shot wounds, and he thought he would die there alone and
uncared-for, when, in the moonlight, he saw a little drummer-boy
his way amongst all the dead and dying, and gathering all the old
gun-stocks that were lying about. When the lad had got enough, he
work to make a fire, and then he boiled some water, and made tea,
brought some round to all the wounded men he could find. That hot
was the saving of a good many lives, the soldier said; and the
lad was so cheery that the poor men plucked up heart, and felt that
had not forgotten them, as before they had been almost tempted to
That was a brave boy, said Sydney. But still, you know, Nurse,
couldn't do that.
Deary, no! exclaimed Nurse. But, you see, Master Sydney, if
are bent upon helping others, they'll find out ways for themselves,
there's plenty in need of help. I know a rough lad now who does his
to keep straight and please 'his lady,' as he calls his Sunday
She writes to him sometimes, and he's as proud of those letters as
they came from the Queen.
Yes, you might write letters, Baby, Sydney graciously allowed.
And you can pray for the soldiers, dearie, said Nurse. There's
knowing the good you may do them by that.
But the carriage now came for the children, and the visit to Nurse
A VISIT TO THE RABBITS.
Little Ann was eating her breakfast in the nursery, so she did not
anything about the new rabbits. She had not been well, so nurse did
wake her, but let her sleep on till Rose and Lucy had gone into the
She dipped a piece of toast into the milk in her cup, then she
and said, Where Rosy and Lucy, nurse?
And nurse said, They have gone to see the rabbits.
Me go too, said Ann, pushing away her cup.
But nurse said, Not yet, for Ann was not well enough to go out
Now, whilst nurse and Ann were talking, Rose and Lucy had gone as
as they could to see some new rabbits their father had bought. They
talked to the gardener about them, and had said,
We will bring something for them to eat, and they like milk to
they don't drink water, do they?
Oh, yes, they do, miss; it is quite a mistake to suppose they
drink water. It is very cruel to keep them without it; I always put
good saucer of water in the pen, and they can drink it or not as
Then John went away to his work, and Rose and Lucy felt they could
scarcely wait till the next day to see the rabbits.
The next morning Rose and Lucy went off quite early after
They had taken their baskets with some crusts of bread and some
for they thought they should like to feed them.
They found John waiting for them, and he opened the door of the
Are not they beauties, miss? he said.
Oh, the loves! said Rose; may I have one of them to nurse, John?
would not hurt it; I would be very gentle with it.
Well, said John, I don't like rabbits being handled too much,
may hold one of them just for a minute or two till I come back.
And he lifted out one of the rabbits and placed it on Rose's lap.
She stroked it gently, and the rabbit did not seem afraid, but
at a piece of parsley that she held for it. When she had nursed it
short time, Lucy said that she also must have a turn.
After that John returned, and put the rabbit back into the hutch,
the little girls placed crusts for them to eat.
Jimmie and Daisy, and Baby Dot were all staying for their holidays at
pleasant Sandown, in the Isle of Wight, and a fine time they were
having. The mornings were spent in building castles and digging
the broad, yellow sands, and, when not too hot, the
frequently passed in like manner; while in the cool sun-setting
after tea, their father always took them for a nice walk over the
to Shanklin, or along the country lanes to Yaverland, or away to
lovely inland meadow where they could pick big white marguerites
golden buttercups as many as their hands could hold.
One morning Daisy was busily looking for nice pieces of seaweed and
pretty little stones to ornament a grotto she and Jimmie had built,
she heard him calling, Daisy! Daisy! You don't know what
Of course she ran to look, and found Jimmie on his knees, watching
great interest the movements of a tiny crab, who seemed to have
for a walk without his mother, and lost his way.
Poor little thing! said tender-hearted Daisy. It doesn't like
sun. Let's put it in some cool, shady place, where the sea will
I'm going to take it home with me, answered Jimmie.
What for? You haven't got a 'quarium.
To play with, of course.
Oh, Jimmie, it won't like that! cried Daisy, in real anxiety. It
wants to be in the water. You don't know how to feed it, or
and it'll die!
No, it won't. You're sillyyou're only a girl, and you're
of it. I know! said Jimmie scornfully.
I'm not afraid of it one bit! Daisy protested. I'd pick it up
fingers. But I'm sure it must be frightened of you. Oh, Jimmie,
me put it in the sea again, there's a dear, good boy!
Jimmie, however, lest he should lose his prize, caught it up in a
twinkling, and stuffed it in his pocket. You go there! he said.
if you nip, I'll pay you!
Daisy's distress was evident, and tears were gathering in her blue
for she knew that everything which has life has feeling too, and
could not bear to have even a baby crab made uncomfortable. But
I am sorry to say, was not so tender over her, nor enough of a man
give up his own way in a little thing to make his sister happy. So,
spite of her entreaties, poor wee crabbie was condemned to durance
in the hot and stifling pocket of Jimmie's knickerbockers, and
a sorry spot in her heart for the rest of the morning.
When the children went indoors they found that their favorite uncle
arrived from London, and was proposing an early dinner, and a trip
Carisbrooke. In the pleasant excitement which this caused,
else was forgotten. Even when Jimmie's suit was changed, he never
one thought to the captive crab.
Their excursion to the old castle proved delightful. Jimmie, who
only got as far as Richard II. in his history-book, and was not
fond of learning, became quite eager to get on fast, and come to
place where it told about King Charles and his imprisonment, and
tried to get out of the tiny window shown them by the guide.
remarked that Liberty is sweet, and Jimmie remembered writing the
same in his copy-book; but it did not occur to him to consider that
is just as sweet in its way, to a little, sea-loving crablet as to
It must have been the unusual state of excitement in which Jimmie
to bed that night that caused the events of the day to become oddly
mixed up in a horrible dream. He thought he was a prisoner,
not in a
castle, but in the sand grotto which he and Daisy had been making
morning, and that his jailor was a giant crab! A tiny hole in the
of the grotto, about two inches square, was his only way of escape,
unless he could manage to squeeze himself through that, he would be
crushed to death by a pair of great claws as thick as a man's body.
Nearer and nearer they came, harder and harder he struggled, and
and gasped. No wonder that at last his cries aroused his mother in
next room, and that she came running to see what was the matter!
Oh, that awful crab! Save me, save me! Ohohoh! yelled Jimmie,
half awake. And then to his increased horror he found that his
at least partly real, and that his own escaped prisoner was
briskly over his pillow in the evident hope of finding the ocean
somewhere down on the other side. Having the creature come upon him
that when he least expected it, and immediately after such a dream,
Jimmie fairly screamed with fright, and wouldn't lie down in bed
until Daisy, who had been awakened by the commotion from a lovely
about the dear Carisbrooke donkey who works at the well, came and
fetched the wandering crustacean away, and put it among a lot of
seaweed in her tin pail, where it seemed very glad to stay.
First thing in the morning, before breakfast, Jimmie carried the
little creature down to the shore, and left it at the edge of the
Moreover, he could not help thinking it very sweet of Daisy that
never once said, Served you right, and he privately made up his
that another time if she very much wanted him not to do a thing, he
wouldn't do it.
Who are these giants walking in the street? Only Hal and his friends,
Tom Miller and James Little. They have made stilts from pieces of
they bought at the lumber-yard. Hal and James can walk very well on
their new toys, but Tom is not so successful. He must lean against
wall, and the other boys laugh at him.
A SONG OF THE WANDERING WIND.
Listen, Children! That's the breeze
Speaking to you as he flees.
I have no home; I rove I roam
Hark! I'm passing through the trees
Oer the world from end to end,
Light of wing, my way I wend.
Where'er I pass, the trees, the grass
Bow their heads, and corn doth bend
Yet by land, or on the foam,
I am still without a home;
I hear through all the imperious call
'Wander, wander, rove and roam.'
There he goes! His long sigh dies
In the boughs as on he flies,
To rove, to roam, without a home,
Underneath the starry skies.
F. W. Home.
JUDGE JACKO AND THE CATS.
In the same barn dwelt two cats. One night they found the door of the
neighboring pantry open and both walked in. They feasted on roast
chicken and cream, but were not satisfied, and so they agreed to
away a large piece of cheese. Their plan was executed, and they
the cheese to the barn. Next morning a dispute arose between them
concerning the dividing of it. Each claimed it, and their voices
the cook, who, to her horror, found that she had been robbed during
night, and she declared that she would kill every cat in the
neighborhood. Thus the innocent are often condemned because, in
employment, they are associated with the bad. One is known by the
company he keeps; hence, the society of the bad should be shunned.
The cats' quarrel in the barn was long and loud. Each one tried to
his case in his own interest, and they thus drawled out their
Know you the law? said one, with a prolonged and emphatic howl at
I know the law! howled the other, and then cried, Neow, give me
'Tis mine! howled the first.
You lie! drawled the other, and then asked in the same tone loud
Who made the law? and the first replied in a prolonged undertone.
Who broke the law? he then asked, to which they both sharply
and clinched in a rough fight, screaming, You an' I, you an' I!
spit! Meow! meow! and there was a roll and tumble, and scratch,
howl, and the air was filled with dust and flying fur.
When their fight was over both were scratched and bruised and sore,
blood oozed from their wounded ears. Each felt ashamed of himself,
stole away and hid in the hay-mow, and spent the forenoon smoothing
his ruffled fur and dressing his aching wounds.
The next day they met again and decided to leave their case to
Jacko, a venerable monkey, who lived in the adjoining shed. Judge
was an African by birth, but in early life he was stolen by a
sailor from the land of palms and cocoanuts and sold into slavery
travelling showman, with whom he wandered over many countries and
learned the manners and customs of the people. He was a careful
of all he saw done, and hence he acquired a great amount of
Those who would learn rapidly should be careful observers of all
goes on around them; knowledge obtained by observation is generally
more value than that obtained from books.
When Jacko had become advanced in years he was fortunate enough to
a permanent home with his master, who had also retired from the
travelling show business. In his quiet home he had a chance to
on what he had learned, and he became so wise that everybody called
When the cats presented their case, he put on his wig and
emblems of his judgeship, and procured the pantry scales in which
weigh the cheese. They sat quietly down before him and anxiously
He broke the cheese in two parts and placed a lump in each end of
This lump outweighs the other, said he, justice must be done. I
bite off enough to make them equal, and so he took the lump out
nibbled at it a long time, and when he put it in the scale the
end was the heavier; and he took out that lump and bit off a large
to make it equal to the other. Thus he continued to eat, first one
then the other, till the cats saw but little would be left for
they cried: Hold, hold! Give us our shares and we will be
If you are satisfied, justice is not, replied Judge Jacko. I
make this division equal, and he kept on nibbling at the cheese.
Give us what is left! cried one of the cats, jumping up quickly,
earnestly looking the judge in the face.
What is left belongs to me, replied the judge. I must be paid
services in this difficult case.
He then devoured the last piece, and said:
Justice is satisfied, and the court is dismissed.
The hungry cats went back to the barn wiser than when they came.
They had learned that ill-gotten gains are unprofitable, and that
should never employ the dishonest to adjust their difficulties.
also learned another lesson:
The scales of the law are seldom poised till little or nothing
PICTURES IN THE FIRE.
Have you noticed, little children,
When the fire is burning low,
As the embers flash and darken,
How the pictures come and go?
Strange the shapes, and strange the fancies,
As beyond the bars you gaze,
Bringing back some olden mem'ries,
Thoughts of half-forgotten days!
There's the Church across the meadows,
Shadow'd by the spreading yew;
There's the quaintly-carven pulpit,
And the olden oaken pew.
Changed the scene, and on the ocean
Sails a ship amid the spray;
'Tis the one you watch'd departing,
When some lov'd-one went away!
Yes! and there are faces plenty,
Faces dear, both old and young
And they cause you to remember
Words their lips oft said or sung.
Fancy even brings the voices,
Tho' they may be far away;
Only pictures, only fancies,
Yes! but very sweet are they!
Little Children, let me tell you
Tis yourselves who shape the scene!
In your minds a memory lingers,
And it peeps the bars between!
If you doubt me, choose a subject,
Any one you may desire,
And you will, by dint of looking,
Find its picture in the fire!
Charlie never could wait. It was no use telling him more haste less
speed, slow and sure, or anything of that kind. You might as
talk to the winds. He scrambled up in the morning, scurried over
parts of his toilet that he was trusted to do for himself, hurried
his breakfast, rushed through his lessons, with many mistakes of
and by his hasty, impatient behavior worried his quiet, gentle
sister Ethel nearly out of her wits, and almost drove patient Miss
Smith, the governess, to despair. He burnt his mouth with hot food,
because he couldn't wait for it to cool; fell down-stairs, racing
times out of number; his toys were always getting broken because he
couldn't stop to put them away; his canary flew away because he,
with impatience about something, neglected to fasten the cage door
day; and indeed space would fail to tell of all the troubles he
upon himself by his perpetual, heedless haste.
There were some exceptions to this general state of things. He
hurry to begin his lessons,nor to go to bed. Here he would wait
long as you liked to let him. One thing he was obliged to wait for,
sorely against his will, and that was to grow up. It did take such
long time, and oh, the things he meant to do when once he was a
Father hoped he would alter a great deal before that time came,
he told him, a hasty, impatient man makes other people unhappy and
cannot be happy himself.
Charlie meant to have a balloon when he grew up, and a sweet-stuff
an elephant, a garden full of apples and plums, a tall black horse,
You needn't wait so long for the donkey, Father said one day. I
seen a boy with two nice donkeys in Pine-tree Walk; when you and
have been good children at your lessons, Miss Smith shall let you
them, and when you can ride nicely I will buy you each a donkey of
Lessons certainly went better after this, and the rides were much
enjoyed on every fine day, though timid little Ethel was always
wee bit afraid at first starting. Miss Smith always safely mounted
Wait a minute, Charlie! she said one day, when he was pulling and
tugging impatiently at Neddie's bridle, we'll have you up
But Charlie couldn't wait: he dragged the donkey into the road and
scrambled upon its back.
Charlie! Charlie! you mustn't start without us. Wait a minute!
I can ride by my own self now, he said; and jerking the bridle,
went clattering down the road, the donkey-boy after him.
To mount a donkey is one thing, to manage him another, especially
don't know how. On galloped Neddie, and after having knocked down a
little girl and upset a barrow of fruit, he pitched Charlie over
head, and having thus got rid of his rider began to enjoy himself
grass. Poor Charlie! He had such a bruised face that he was obliged
stay at home for days.
Miss Smith couldn't take him out like that. It hurt him very much,
it hurt him more when Father said that such a silly, impatient boy
not fit to be trusted to ride, and that he must wait a whole year
he could be allowed to mount a donkey again. For your own sake,
Charlie, and for other people's.
The little girl he had knocked down was more frightened than hurt;
Charlie was very sorry, for he was not at all an ill-natured boy;
when he was at home by himself, while Ethel went for her
he had plenty of time to think things over, and made a good use of
At first he found it very hard to be patient, but after a little
he found it becoming much easier to wait, and every time he tried
became easier still.
Next summer, when Father gave him and Ethel the promised donkeys,
said, I am proud to trust you now, Charlie, and hope that you will
some happy times with your Neddie.
And very happy times they had.
There now, dear, run away, and make haste, or you'll be late to
and that will never do.
Little Johnnie Strong obediently gathered his books together, and
an effort to keep back the tears that were filling his eyes, held
face for a last kiss.
Good-by, then, mother dear, and I'll try to be brave and remember
you've been saying. I'll just do the very best I can, and perhaps I
shall be able to manage it after all.
That's my brave little man, now; good-by, dearie. And Johnnie was
Very often Mrs. Strong and Johnnie had little talks at
about his troubles, and he used to say it helped him through the
remember his mother's loving words. The conversation with which
story began was the end of one of these talks. It was getting near
examination time, and Johnnie had been trying very hard to catch up
the other boys in his spelling and writing. Sums he could manage
pretty well, and he read very fairly; but it seemed to him he
never be able to spell properly. Thousands of words, he
despairingly, and no two spelt alike. However, he went off to
very bravely, and his determination to do the best he could was a
He got on very well that morning until the time came for
and then poor Johnnie's troubles began. He knew there were boys in
class very little better at spelling than he, who copied from their
neighbors whenever a word was given out that they could not spell;
Johnnie was above doing that. It was cheating and deceiving, and he
would rather every word of his exercise were wrong than be a cheat.
that morning he was sorely tempted. He thought there had never been
a hard piece of dictation; and when Jimmy Lane, who sat next to
tried to help him by whispering the letters of one very hard word,
required some courage to ask him to stop.
At the end of the lesson the boys had to pass their books up to the
teacher for inspection, and Johnnie's worst fears were realized
book came back with ever so many words marked in blue pencil.
While the teacher was finishing marking the exercises, the master's
sounded, and the boys were dismissed for a few minutes' run in the
playground; but Johnnie was obliged to stay behind to learn to
correctly the words he had blundered over. Poor Johnnie! It was
hard for him to have to stay there, trying to fix in his mind the
that Receive is spelt with the E before the I, and Believe with
I before the E, while every other boy of the school was outside,
enjoying the games in which he delighted as much as any of them.
Not quite every other boy though. There was one other prisoner
himselfWill Maynard, and he had to stay behind because he
always remember to pay back when he borrowed! Not
that he was by any
means dishonestit was only when he had a subtraction sum to do
got into this difficulty!
Johnnie and he were not chums, but, somehow, when they had the
school to themselves they couldn't sit on forms ten yards apartit
seemed so very unsociable and unfriendly. So Will brought his slate
to Johnnie, and they were soon busily discussing the difficulties
sums and spelling.
Although Will was a good deal the older, he was not nearly so
sums as Johnnie, and, moreover, he was not too proud to accept the
that Johnnie rather timidly offered. They soon settled the
between the various rows of obstinate figures, and Will laid down
slate with a sigh of relief and a grateful Thank you, Johnnie.
continued, let's have a go at your spelling.
By this time they began to feel quite warm friendsfor it is
how quickly a little mutual help creates feelings of friendship.
Together they went over the mis-spelt words, and, with Will to help
encourage, Johnnie soon felt quite sure that the spelling of the
particular words of that morning's exercise would never trouble him
They had scarcely finished their work when the big school-bell
and the boys all came trooping in. Will had to go back to his
he left a very light-hearted little boy behind him, for Johnnie and
had vowed life-long friendship, and sums and spelling seemed to
lost all their terrors for both of them.
When Johnnie arrived home from school he could talk of nothing but
Maynard, and Will, for his part, voted Johnnie a jolly little
Many a time after that day did they help each other, and when it
reported after the examination that they had both passed, each
he must have failed without the other's help.
They are firm friends still, and are likely to remain so; and
difficulty occurs, in school or out, they always tackle it
for, as Johnnie says, A difficulty shared is only half a
T'IS NOT FINE FEATHERS THAT MAKE
She was a lady with pins in her hair
On a funny old Japanese fan.
He was a proud bit of Chinese ware
In the shape of a Mandarin man.
She sighed, when she saw him appear on the shelf,
For she thought of her shabby old frock.
She said Oh! I know he will scorn an old fan,
As he comes of a very proud stock.
The Mandarin sneered as he took a front place,
But his pride had a fall when he found,
That the fan was dispatched to a very grand show,
For her beauty and age were renowned!
So we'll leave him alone on his shelf while he thinks,
With a large diminution of pride,
It is not the feathers that make the fine bird,
But the worth of the bird that's inside!
Elsie Hayden would have been a charming little maiden but for her
besetting faulttalebearing. She was always running in to tell her
mother or governess the faults of the others. All day long it was,
Mamma, Rex took some currants, Mamma, Minnie blotted her copy
morning, Mamma, the boys have been quarrelling, or some other
complaint concerning her companions. Before long Elsie was to go to
school, and her mother knew what troubles lay before her if she
persisted in looking out for motes in the eyes of others, and
all about the beams in her own. She got Elsie to work a text in
Speak not evil one of another, and she told the child that
feel it is our duty to complain of somebody else, we should be very
careful to speak only the truth, and in love.
One day Elsie came to her mother in great distress.
Mamma, she sobbed, they won't play with me; the others have all
me to Coventry. They whisper 'tell-tale-tit' when I go near them;
make them play with me, mamma. It is so horrid to be left all
But Elsie, said Mrs. Hayden, you have brought this trouble on
yourself. When you play with the others you seem always on the
to find fault with them; how can you suppose they will enjoy a game
a little tale-bearer? Miss Clifford and nurse and I have kept an
of the tales you have carried to us, complaining of the others, and
lists added together make 352 complaints in one week!
Oh, mammaI haven't been a tale-bearer 352 times in a
It is so indeed, my poor little Elsie. I am sadly afraid you will
up a scandal-monger, one of those people who go from house to house
spreading tales and making mischief. You must try hard, my darling,
cure this fault; remember your own failings, and let the
your playmates alone. Poor little Minnie came crying this morning
confess to me she had called you by an unkind name which I had
forbidden; but she found you already complaining about her, and
to get her punished. It was not kind or sisterly, Elsie! Let
that little tongue, and be silent when those impatient complaints
into your mind.
I will try, mammaI will indeed. Will you keep another list for
week, and see if I am any better?
Mrs. Hayden promised to do so, and the result showed that Elsie had
a tale-bearer ten times only during the week. The child tried very
to cure herself of fault-finding, and she was soon out of
and as time went on nobody on seeing her sang the rhyme about
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
THE STOLEN CHERRIES.
Long ago I read a story of some boys who stole some cherries, and,
what they might, the cherry stones were always turning up and
them of their wickedness. It was a good thing for their consciences
they could not forget what they had done; it is a dreadful thing to
evil and then care nothing about it.
Do you know what is the best thing that can happen to you if you do
wrong? To get found out. To conceal a sin is worse than you may
confess to God and man, and pray for forgiveness. We get vexed with
little birds sometimes when they spoil our fruit; what do you think
Dick Raynor and Willie Abbot who robbed a poor widow's orchard, and
away the cherries that she would have sold to pay her rent? Day by
the little thieves had a feast in that orchard, and nobody guessed
stole the cherries; but there was One Who saw and knew all about
matter. The rent was not paid, and the widow was turned out of her
cottage; Dick and Willie grew to be rich men by and by, and they
have paid her rent over and over again, but it was too late
aged woman had passed away.
MY SWEETHEART'S ILL TO-DAY.
My sweetheart's ill to-day,
Her mates around her linger;
She cannot go and play,
A pin has pricked her finger!
A little ache, my dear,
But not a scrap of sorrow;
At worst, perhaps, a tear,
And all forgot to-morrow.
MAUD'S NEW SKIPPING-ROPE.
Books, books, books! I think you will turn into a book yourself some
Wait till I have finished this chapter, Maud, and then I will go
That is always what you say, said Maud: just a chapter, just a
and the time goes.
Philip turned over another page.
Only two more, Maud. Do go. I shall read faster if you do not talk
me. And then I will come,
And you shall see with your eyes of blue
What a nice surprise I have got for you.
Maud went away slowly, and when she had reached the door she turned
Be quick, Philip.
And then she went and put on her garden hat and went into the
down the walk between the currant bushes to a piece of waste ground
grown over with short grass, that she called her playground, for
she could run about, and jump, and skip, and hop, and try to walk
stilts, and do all sorts of things; and the gardener did not find
as he did if she skipped in the garden walks, and knocked off a
here and there.
I wonder what the surprise is, said Maud, as she sat down on a
to wait for Philip.
Before long she saw him coming along, holding his arms behind him.
was plain he had got something he did not want her to see.
As he came nearer to her, he called out
Three guesses, Maud. What have I got in my hand?
Oh, I don't know. Is it a parcel?
Yes, it is a brown paper parcel; but what is in it? That is one
Now guess again.
Is it a wax doll with curly hair?
No, not quite so large as that.
Not so large? then is it a small thing? I have lost my thimble,
I've broken my china cup, so perhaps you have brought me one. Stop,
stop; I have not had my third guess yet. Let me see: I gave my
skipping-rope to Sally Brown. Oh, Phil, is it a skipping-rope?
Yes, said he, it is a skipping-rope with fine painted handles.
the prettiest I could find in the shop.
And Philip opened the parcel.
Oh, what a beauty! said Maud; it is far prettier than mine was.
what nice rope! Oh, Phil, how good of you!
Well, now let me see if you can skip with it, said Philip, giving
into her hands.
And Maud began to skip.
It is splendid, said she; it almost skips of itself. I never
with such a skipping-rope before. It is the thing I wanted most,
How came you to think of it?
Why, said Philip, that was not very hard. You gave your rope to
little Sally because she was a poor little girl, and her mother
not buy one for her. So I thought it was the best present I could
you, and the best surprise, and I took a walk into Linton to the
toy-shop there, and though I saw all sorts of toys, I only asked
skipping-ropes, and I bought the prettiest that the shop-keeper had
sell. I am glad you like it.
Yes, I like it very much. I could skip all day with it.
Well, don't do that, for I want to have a hopping-race with you,
then we will try the new jump. Where is it?
It is just at the end of the playground, over hurdles. They are
very high, and I think I can jump over them. I know you can, and
that you are here I will try.
And Maud put her skipping-rope into the brown paper, and laid it on
We will hop down to the hurdles, and then we will have a grand
jumping-match, said Philip.
[Illustration: There's no compassion like a penny.]
AN EVENTFUL JOURNEY.
Patty was fifteen when she left home for the first time to pay a
to her Aunt Martha in London. Patty's home was in the country (for
father was a farmer), so she was very eager to see all the wonders
London. Her father drove her into the market-town very early on the
morning of her departure, and as it was a very busy day with him,
obliged to leave her in the coach office all by herself, as the
coach was not expected to start for half an hour. Patty kissed her
father with tears in her eyes, and he blessed her; and telling her
a good girl and not learn silly town ways, he strode off, whip in
hand, towards the market-place, leaving Patty alone with her
They were not manya leathern trunk that held all her wardrobe, a
basket of flowers that hid a dozen of the largest and freshest eggs
her mother's poultry-yard, and lastto Patty's extreme
doll that her mother had insisted on making and sending to little
Aunt Martha's youngest child. Patty herself had not long passed the
for loving dolls, and was, therefore, all the more sensitive on the
subject; so when the coach came thundering into the yard, and she
called to take her place by a man who addressed her as Little
she was ready to shed tears of vexation. Patty had to remember her
mother's words, to take great care of the doll, as it had been a
trouble to make, otherwise she might have been tempted to leave it
behind, or let it drop out of the coach window.
Windsor was passed after a time, then Staines, and as the twilight
on the coach was going at a good pace, with the last rays of sunset
the left behind it, and the dark stretch of Hounslow Heath, with
dismal gallows, in front. Suddenly the coach stopped, and was
by three men on horseback, armed with pistols, their faces hidden
black crape masks. The ladies screamed, the men turned pale and
trembled, the guard made a faint show of resistance, but was at
overpowered; the driver looked on with apparent indifference while
coach was ransacked.
Patty had nothing worth takingneither watch, jewels, nor money;
when asked by one of the men what she had, she held out the doll,
hoping that he might take it, but he only laughed loudly. In a
time the coach was allowed to proceed on its way, Patty being the
traveller who had not been robbed.
Very glad was Patty to see her uncle's kind face when the coach
in London at the end of its journey, and great was the excitement
it became known that they had been attacked by the way. When Patty
the story of the highwaymen to her aunt, and how she had offered
her doll, Aunt Martha gave a cry of horror.
La, child; you were nearer the truth than you knew! she said; and
taking a pair of scissors, she cut the stitches that held together
rag body of the doll, and there fell out some golden guineas on the
table, that the farmer had sent to his sister to pay for his Patty
she was in London.
Patty enjoyed her visit to London, and came home again quite
did the doll, which Patty asked if she might keep in remembrance of
Laura had a birthday last week, and asked some children to have tea
her, and we went, but I don't think any of us enjoyed it one bit.
and I went, and our governess, Miss Ashton, went too; and we were
glad of that, for we like Miss Ashton, and she takes care of us,
Etta isn't very strong. Laura has no brothers or sisters, poor
she doesn't know how to behave; and Miss Ashton tells us we ought
sorry for her, and so we are, only she needn't be quite so
Laura was very grandly dressed. She had a new cream muslin hat on,
frock with puffs and things on the sleeves, and all worked about in
pretty pattern Etty likes so much. Then she had on a pale-green
and thin bronze shoes, and white silk socks. You never saw anything
silly! We went with Miss Ashton and Miss Morristhat's Laura's
governessinto a field and played games; but Laura was so
she kept on saying, But it's my birthday! if any one else
a game, and she wouldn't think of anything nice herself.
At last Miss Morris suggested Oranges and Lemons, and Laura
she'd like that; so we began to play, Miss Ashton and Miss Morris
holding hands for the arch. But Laura didn't like me to hold her by
frock, and when I held her sash it came undone, and she was angry,
said I hit her with a little twig I had in my hand, but that wasn't
true. So, as she was cross, we all sat down till it was tea-time,
after that we went away. Etty and I were glad to be home
I was telling mother all about it when we came home; for my
was yesterday, and I was to have a party too, and I didn't
at my birthday party. Mother looked grave, and told me she wished
to be invited; and then I saidyou see, I didn't think what I was
sayingBut it's my birthday, mother! Then I saw Etty
looking at me,
and felt so ashamed, because it was just like Laura, of whom I had
complaining. Mother wasn't angry: she only said she hoped I would
Laura a better example, and let her see that people should not be
selfish, even on their birthdays.
Well, my party was yesterday. Etty and I did work hard, and
lots of games, and took it in turns to choose them; but I forgot
about setting Laura a good example until everybody said good-by,
told us how much they had enjoyed it. Laura threw her arms round my
when she said good-by. She didn't say anything else until she got
outside the door, then she put in her head to tell us, Next time
come to tea, Georgy, you and Etty shall choose all the
A MOTHER'S PROPHECY.
Well, children, have you been good at school? inquired their
as Lina and Marie ran gleefully up the path.
Oh, so good! promptly answered Marie, clapping her fat little
if to applaud her own virtue. We danced in a ring till Dolly was
giddy I had to sit down.
Poor Dolly! said Mrs. Wolf.
Oh! she'll be better soon, said Marie cheerfully. She's lying
because she's faintat least, she says so; but I do believe the
reason is she likes it better than being at the bottom of the bag.
Very likely she does, said Mrs. Wolf, smiling at Marie's speech,
the little four-year-old girl quite believed her doll felt things
did. Then turning to Lina, And what have you done, my darling?
Lina was seven years old, and could read and write nicely, and was
higher form in the school than Marie, whose school-work was, very
properly, mostly play.
We did a new sort of lesson to-day, mother, said Lina. See! and
handed a book to her mother, who stooped down to be on a level with
Open it at page forty-six, please, mother.
Yes; here it is, but it is only a picture of a rabbit, said Mrs.
That is right, said Lina: we all looked at that picture, and
had to shut the book and write what we could about The Rabbit. And
little girl next me put, 'The rabbit moves his nose when he eats;'
that was all she wrote. We did so laugh when she had to read it
A very short essay, certainly, said Mrs. Wolf, laughing also;
it is strictly true, and that is something. But what did my little
I'll show you, mother, said Lina; and, with a deep blush on her
she drew her slate carefully out of her bag. The mistress was
with it, and told me I might show it to you.
Lina's slate had on it a really spirited little sketch of two
and Mrs. Wolf was both surprised and delighted.
Did you do this, Lina? she asked, as she drew the little artist
I couldn't think of anything to write, said Lina shyly; I never
so I drew the rabbits instead.
My darling, said her mother earnestly, if you work hard you
day be a great artistI feel sure of it.
Mrs. Wolf's words came true in after years. Lina is now a
painter, and honors not a few have fallen to her share.
But that day in the garden, when mother first prophesied that she
be an artist, is still the day that Lina loves most to recall. It
mother's praise that made an artist of me, she always declares.
by F. Wyville Home.
I should like to be the captain of a great big ship,
And to take her out a sailing for a long sea trip.
I would visit all the islands of the hot south seas,
And the white and shining regions where the ice-bergs freeze.
I would have a little cabin fitted up quite smart,
With a swinging berth, a spyglass, and a deep sea chart,
And beads to please the savages in isles far hence,
And a parrot who can whistle tunes and talk good sense.
When a storm of wind arises, and the great waves swell,
We will scud along the billows like a blown foam-bell,
When 'tis glassy calm beneath a sky without one fleck,
I'll play a game of skittles on the calm smooth deck.
And if the crew should mutiny on some dark night,
With my left I'd seize a cutlass and a pistol in my right,
And I'd show them that their Captain has a right bold heart,
And I'd make each man an officer that took my part.
THE DOLL THAT TAUGHT A LESSON.
Good-by, Annie dear; mind and take good care of Dorrie.
Ah! Annie, how easy it is to make a promise! A hearty kiss sealed
then Mrs. Roby drove away in her carriage, and so our story begins.
Mamma gone out to spend the day, Annie left at home to take care of
Dorrie, while nurse was cleaning the nurseries. Annie was six,
her brother, seven, Dorrie four, and the funniest little puppet in
England, so Ralph said.
Annie, I do fink Mab could walk almost by herself with
on, said Dorrie, she and Annie back in the dining-room, Dorrie
with a family of three dolls, Annie deep in a new story-book.
The wee mamma had just contrived to put a pair of new boots, of
manufacturing, on the by no means elegant feet of shock-headed Mab.
came the suggestion from silver-tongued Dorrie, as Annie was
I fink Mab and Alice ought to go for a walk. Baby is just
sleep; and the mite was laid carefully among the sofa cushions.
Very well. Down went the book; with that promise just spoken,
could not well do other than go this walk with her little sister,
a listless, half-hearted way.
You take the one hand, I the other; so prattled Dorrie. Oh! see
feet! and certainly Miss Mab did trip it out right nimbly down to
gate. How Dorrie laughed, watching her.
Just outside the gate they met Ralph.
What are you laughing at, old lady? he asked.
Because Mab can almost walk by herself, she told him.
Then she'll be running away one of these days, said the boy.
Oh! she wouldn'tshe wouldn't run away from me, because I love
so; and Dorrie stooped and gave her a sounding kiss.
You just wait and see, was Ralph's answer; then he went on, and
sisters pursued their walk.
Back again, then dinner for the children, a long sleep for the
and next, the golden afternoon to be lived through and enjoyed.
Annie! cried Dorrie, coming down from the nursery, and peering in
the dining-room, where Annie was now reading with a will, deep in
wildest tragedy of the story, where a dog, a gypsy, and a certain
were playing their parts in real story-book fashion. Annie! so
silvery-tongued Dorrie spoke her name again.
Well, what? was the unladylike answer from Annie.
I fink the dollies want to go out in their mail-cart.
Well, take them.
But I want you to come.
Because I can't; run away.
Must I go alone? asked Dorrie sadly.
Yes, of course you must. And she went.
Shock-headed Mab, Alice, and Daisy in the jaunting mail-cart,
drawing it, playing pony and careful mamma all in one; out at the
along the road to the copse; a river came running and babbling
the road, as one neared the copse. Inside the copse the doves were
cooing, squirrels leaping, the cuckoo crying, as the mite went
What would send her back? Not her baby conscience, for Annie had
her to go all by herselfbig, big Annie, ever so big.
At home, the afternoon wore away, tea-time came; nurse ran down
nursery to the dining-room to fetch her two little charges. Only
was there, who started up from her book, like a girl awaking from
Why, Miss Annie, I thought Dorrie was here! cried nurse, in
No, shesheAnnie's conscience gave her such a prick.
She what? inquired nurse sharply.
She took the dolls out in the mail-cart, andhow Annie bowed her
as conscience whispered of that promise to her mamma broken; and
poor troubled heart also whispered, What if something sad was
Well, they sought the child here, there, and everywhere, little
what had happened, what was happening still. At last Ralph started
by the way of the copse, to look for her. Annie hurried in another
direction, and nurse in yet another. Rover went with Ralphgood
who could fetch, carry, and find so much. Oh, dear! what a seeking
searching love makes, when even one wee maiden is lost! Ay,
trace of her could Ralph and Rover find, till they came to the
river, and there, on the bank, lay a posy of lilies-of-the-valley,
knot of ribbon from Dorrie's shoulder; the river babbled out the
the story. Poor Ralph! how he cried now!
Dorrie! Dorrie! he cried, peering down into the shining river, as
fearful of seeing a sun-bonnet and a gleaming of golden hair in its
depths. But no; he saw nothing, only the minnows, the
Lost! Rover, find! said he to the dog, showing him Dorrie's
shoulder-knot and the flowers.
Rover seemed to understand, for he sniffed at the ground, and then
bounded into the river, diving down, and no doubt frightening the
as much as he did Ralph. Presently he came out, bringingah! what?
dripping, water-bedabbleda pitiful object indeed. The boy took
his hand, too alarmed to laugh, though fright and fun almost choked
then the dog bounded and led the way into the copse, where the
still cooed, the squirrels leaped, and the cuckoo cried, as if no
maiden was lost, perhaps never to be found again alive. The thought
The river flowed through one corner of the copse; he could see it
shining where the sunbeams fell through the tree branches. But
not go that way: he dived away among the trees and undergrowth.
Dorrie! Dorrie! cried the little brother.
Wow-wow-wow! barked Rover, but at first no response.
Presently, Wow-wow-wow! barked Rover again; it was a joyful bark,
Ralph ran to him. There lay poor tired Dorrie fast asleep, the two
remaining dolls in the mail-cart smiling and staring at her. But
woke her with a pat, Ralph hugged her with such a fond hug; then
started homeward, Ralph taking the mail-cart, with poor wet Mab
in disgrace behind, Dorrie clinging to his other hand. They reached
in time to go in with mamma, returned from her visit.
I left my dollies to go into the copse to pick some flowers, and
came back Mab had run away; then I went into the copse to find her,
couldn't; then I cried and went to sleep, and Rover found me. This
Dorrie's story of herself.
I will never, never, never break a promise again, mamma! said
It was a disappointment! Mother looked gravely at the clouds,
shook her head, and Father said it would never do for Rosie, who
strong, to go to a picnic if the weather was doubtful.
And it was more than doubtful; for a sharp shower made the grass
trees and the flowers look all the more beautiful to the poor
was longing for a day in the woods.
Mother, I believe it will clear up later, she said, looking at
I couldn't let you go, Rosie, for the grass would be wet.
But I could sit on a rug.
You couldn't walk on a rug, and the grass and underwood will be
am very sorry, Rosie, and it is a great disappointment; but,
can't be helped. And Mrs. Seymour stooped to kiss her little girl.
At that moment a servant came to say that Miss Peters was in the
Miss Peters was a very rich lady, who lived all alone in a
house about two miles away, and she had come to lend Mrs. Seymour
books, and ask her if she would go for a drive with her on the
day. Mrs. Seymour said she would be quite ready at the appointed
and when they spoke of the weather she told her friend what a
disappointment the rain had been to poor Rosie.
Won't you let me take her home, Mrs. Seymour? said Miss Peters.
have the carriage here, and we could wrap her up in rugs; and I
bring her home this afternoon myself. Let me have her; I shall
and there will be an end to your difficulties.
Mrs. Seymour was very glad, but wondered if Rosie would like it, as
was rather shy; but the little girl saw that it was the only
by which her brothers could have all their fun, so she went with
Peters. She was a very grave little visitor, but Miss Peters was so
that Rosie could not be shy for long; and then there was so much,
very much, to see! The house was like a museum, the
fairyland, and the garden a paradise of loveliness.
The showers all passed away, and Rosie could run about on the
where there were so many flowers that Miss Peters told her she
pick what she liked, and Rosie made a very pretty bunch to take
which pleased her; and pleasanter still was Miss Peters's kiss as
said, looking at the modest little nosegay, I am glad to see that
are not greedy, Rosie.
Oh, that would be horrid when you are so kind! said Rosie.
But what Rosie enjoyed most of all was that Miss Peters came out
her, and, calling Jacob, the old gardener, she went down to the
told him to get the boat ready, and then they went for a delightful
on the clear water. Rosie was happy then; she did not want
to talk to her, and was very glad that the lady had brought a book,
though she did not read much of it, for she was steering.
The only time Rosie did speak was when the great swan went gliding
and, lifting his wings, began to hiss at the boat in a rather
manner. Then Rosie did touch Miss Peters's arm, asking, Will he
No, dear; but we will not go very near that bank, as he has a nest
there, and might be angry if he thought we were going to disturb
hen, who is sitting. And Miss Peters steered away from that end of
Altogether Rosie passed a very happy day, and Miss Peters was so
with her that when, after they had had tea together in the
room that opened into the conservatory, she brought the child home,
kissed her, saying, Remember, Rosie, you must come and see me
hope you have not been very unhappy at not being at the
Rosie laughed and shook her head.
I don't think I have been sorry at all, she said; I have been
happy all the time, and I forgot about being disappointed.
A PICNIC OF SEVEN.
We are the Smiths, and there are four of us, and next door to us live
the Browns, and there are three of them, so we are seven, and we
great friends. We liked being seven better than being eight,
it's like the poem; and I think that was why we never would let Jim
Batson join our party. He and his dog Pincher were always wanting
make friends with us; but we told him there were enough of us
him, and then he would go away, but only to come back another day
When the spring weather came this year we made a delightful plan
the Browns that on Saturday we would go into the park, which was a
off, and have games under the trees. When Saturday came it was a
day; so soon after breakfast we started out, all seven of us, with
dinners in our pockets. Willie Brown had the drum, and I had the
trumpet, and a fine noise we made, almost frightening our little
who had to come because Mother was busy, and Bessie was minding
and we couldn't have any fun without Bessie. Charlie put on an old
ragged coat, because Mother says he destroys everything; but Arthur
Patty Brown looked very nice, and we made Patty the queen, and we
her band playing to her.
Then all at once Jim Batson came out from among the trees with his
(who was held by a string because of the game), and when we saw
all shouted at Jim to go away. Bessie did ask me if it
unkind; but we wouldn't listen to her and sent him away, telling
to sneak about near us. So he went off without a word.
We weren't very happy after that, for Arthur turned cross, and
speak to any one; but the worst of all was when Willie dropped one
the drumsticks into the river as we were crossing the plank. The
is very deep in parts, and none of us could swim, so we could only
follow the stick as it floated along, and hope that it might catch
some weeds in a shallow part. But as we ran by the river we came on
and Pincher. Jim was sitting by the bank with his face hidden in
hands, and Pincher was just kissing him as hard as he could. Jim
up and began to move away when he saw us, but stopped to ask what
the matter when he saw Willie's face. As soon as he knew what it
took the string off Pincher's neck, and throwing a stone at the
called, Hie, Pincher! fetch it out!
We did feel uncomfortable as we saw Pincher bring the
shore quite safely, but Bessie helped us out splendidly. She held
her hand to Jim, and said, Thank you so much; we're all very sorry
being so unkind. Please don't make us more sorry by going
Yes, it was a very nice party! There were cakes, and games, and
and crackerscrackers with caps in them! And little Elsie enjoyed
all, and felt very grand in her embroidered muslin frock, with a
paper cap out of one of the said crackers perched on the top of her
curly brown head. If only Alfy had been there to enjoy it all with
Alfy was her twin brother, and they always did everything together.
to-day poor Alfy must stop at home: he is ill, very ill, with
inflammation of the tongue, Elsie says, but the doctor
lungs. Anyway, there is nothing the matter with Elsie's tongue;
wags fast enough, and she tells everybody about Alfy, and how ill
But he is better to-day, and I shall bring him my 'tracker.'
Elsie goes home quite laden with trackers and toys for Alfy, and
far more pleased with these than with anything for herself.
But when she gets home a disappointment awaits her. Alfy is asleep,
asleep, and must on no account be disturbed, for sleep is his best
But I want so to give him these things, and Elsie clasps tightly
armful of treasures.
You shall give them him to-morrow, Mother promises, and Elsie has
When to-morrow dawns, Elsie can hardly wait to be dressed, so
is she to go to Alfy and present the soldier doll and the rest of
Nurse is so slow this morning, Elsie really cannot wait; and whilst
Nurse turns to the drawer to pull out her clean frock, Elsie
quickly out of the nursery, and runs to Alfy's room. She can hardly
reach the door, but manages somehow to stand on tip-toe and turn
There, Alfy! See! she cries gayly, as she runs up to his cot.
these are for you!
Alfy is better, and quite able to enjoy his presents, which are
out on his white quilt, and Elsie stands by, quite satisfied with
What have you got? he asks at last, as, somewhat tired, he
back on his pillows.
Nothing, says Elsie promptly, 'cause I have the fun of giving,
A simple answer, but one in which a great truth is hidden.
Are there not, in these hard times, some children who might learn
fun, or rather the blessing, of giving?
On we file in a winding Caravan,
Caravan made of children and chairs.
Bold Arabs are we,
The chairs are our Camels: dried figs are our wares.
Over the hot desert sands we are travelling,
Travelling on to Cairo gates.
Rugs gathered in lumps
Give our Camels their humps,
And our supper is made of a few dried dates.
Sparingly must we drink of the waterskin,
Waterskin made of a nursery jug.
For the water must last
Till the desert is past
We must measure it out in the doll's little mug.
Here's the Simoom, with the blast of a hurricane,
Hurricane whirling the sand in drifts.
We must lie down beside
Our Camels, and hide
Till the storm blows past, and the darkness lifts.
Look! Yonder afar are Cairo's Minarets,
Minarets glittering gold in the sun.
A few leagues more
And our travels are o'er,
And the journey of Camel and rider is done.
F. W. Home.
TEDDIE, THE HELPER.
I'll give you two sovereigns for the five. It's a good price, but I
I've told you I can't part with them, was Teddie Braham's reply
this offer of his schoolfellow, Gerald Keith, to buy his pet
What, sell little Stripe, and Pickles, and old Brownie, and Spot,
Longears! I should be very badly off before I should do such a
Perhaps you think I haven't got the money. See for yourself, and
Gerald displayed three glittering sovereigns.
Are they all yours? Teddie asked in amazement.
Yes. It was my birthday yesterday; mother and father each gave me
and Uncle Dick the other. You've only to say the word and two of
are yours. You have such a lot of pets, you won't miss your
But Teddie was not to be tempted. He shook his head, smiling a
scornfully. Almost instantly, however, the smile changed into a
alarm. One of the coins slipped from its owner's hand, rolled along
pathway, and before either of the boys could stop it, fell down the
grating of a drain. For a moment Gerald, too, looked pale; then he
into a laugh.
It can't be helped, he said, and there's plenty more where that
from. The worst of it is, mother told me not to carry the money
with me; but she'll give me another sovereign quick enough if I ask
My father, you know, is one of the richest men about here.
He said it boastingly, and Teddy, having left his schoolfellow
road branched off to their respective homes, went on his way, on
sunshiny June afternoon, thinking, rather seriously, how pleasant
must be to be as rich as Gerald. True, he had a great deal to make
happy; but, though comfortably off, his parents were not rich, and
Teddie's mind dwelt longingly on the pony, the beautiful little
tricycle, and handsome gold watch, of which Gerald was the proud
On reaching home, Teddie went straight to the drawing-room to find
mother. But a visitor was with her, and he had to wait before he
ask her to put on her hat and go out in the garden with him. He
a book and sat down quietly. In a few minutes, however, his
was caught by the conversation between the two ladies.
Mrs. Taylor, the visitor, told a sad story of a working-man, who,
consequence of an accident, had been unable to earn a penny for
weeks. His wife was also in bad health, and she and her seven young
children were in great distress. Mrs. Taylor was trying to collect
money to relieve the poor woman till her husband was again able to
and she asked Mrs. Braham for a subscription. To Teddy's surprise,
I am sorry that I cannot help you in the matter.
But the smallest sum will be acceptable, said Mrs. Taylor; five
shillings, or even half-a-crown.
I cannot even give you half-a-crown, and Teddy's quick ears heard
mother's voice falter as she said the words.
Then, said Mrs. Taylor coldly, I suppose it is no good to ask
give your usual yearly donation towards the summer treat for the
It pains me to refuse you, but I must.
An uncomfortable silence followed. Mrs. Taylor rose to go, but Mrs.
Braham motioned her to resume her seat.
This must seem so strange to you, she said, that I feel I must
explain. My husband has had a sudden and very serious loss. He is
comparatively poor man, and it would not be right for me to give,
have hitherto been pleased and thankful to do.
Teddy could not bear to see tears in his mother's eyes. He went and
stood by her side while Mrs. Taylor expressed her sympathy, and
sorrow at having wounded Mrs. Braham's feelings. But Mrs. Braham
with a smile, that no apology was needed; and then, having seen her
visitor to the hall-door, she returned to the drawing-room, and
Teddie on her knee. He was eleven years old, but that was still his
favorite seat. Very gently she put back the hair from his forehead
kissed him, and then suddenly she bent her head and burst into a
weeping. Wise Teddie only pressed his arms more closely round her
and said nothing till the tears began to stop. Then he whispered,
Won't you tell me all about it, mother?
Dear, this is the first real trouble you have known, she
and I am so sorry that your young, happy life should be clouded.
could keep the knowledge from you we would, but that is
Then she told him how his father had become surety for a friend,
explained that this meant a promise to pay a certain sum of money
place of the friend, if that friend should find himself unable to
it. Mr. Braham had made a promise to pay a large amount on this
condition, and it had fallen on him to fulfil his word.
Is father quite poor now? Teddie asked; as poor as the
live in the cottages in the lane?
No, dear; but we shall have to be very careful. I shall send Mary
and keep only one servant. In order to remain in the house we must
some of our rooms, and this year, at any rate, there will be no
for us at the seaside.
I don't mind it for myself, mother, said Teddie lovingly, I only
it for you.
But, darling, do you think you know what it means? she asked. No
presents, no treats, very few pleasures of any kind. Can you meet
this patiently and bravely? If you do you will carry out Christ's
command: 'Bear ye one another's burdens,' for you will be helping
father and me to bear our burden.
I will try; and though when Teddie raised his head from its
resting-place his eyes were wet, his face still wore a look of
It was a promise which he at once began to carry out in deed. It
be hard to part with his rabbits, hard to go to Gerald and say he
accept his offer after the somewhat scornful way in which he had
refused it. But he did not know how much the sacrifice would
until he opened the hutch, and out came the little animals for
evening meal. He took Stripe in his arms, and Brownie put her front
on his knee, as if jealous of the caresses Stripe was getting. He
he could not let them go. But the feeling only lasted a few
he hadn't a single regret when next day he placed two sovereigns in
She could only kiss him and thank him. Not on any account would she
told him that had she known his intention she should not have
him to carry it out.
I am glad to say that in a few years Mr. Braham fully regained the
he had lost. But in better circumstances Teddie did not cease those
loving acts of kindness and unselfishness which he tried so hard to
practise for his mother and father's sake in their time of
and he still finds ways and means in which to obey that law of
Bear ye one another's burdens.
Ferdy and I quarrel sometimes, but not always. We don't like
quarrelling, and yet somehow we can't help it; and Ferdy will
everything his own way because he is the elder, and that isn't
ought to have my way sometimes, I think.
Mother gave us a boat not long agoa beautiful boat, with a sail
dingy and everything complete, and it was to be between us. So we
off our shoes and stockings and went down by the quay to sail our
It sailed as nicely as any boat could, and we were so pleased with
but in spite of that we began to quarrel. You see, Ferdy wanted to
the boat the Amy, after Amy Stevens, a little girl we have met on
beach this summer. Ferdy thinks her as pretty as a fairy, but I
though she's very jolly sometimes, and can play at anything. Well,
would have the boat called Amy, and I wanted it to be
after mother, because she gave us the boat, and we love her better
any one else in the world. And then we quarrelled. I suppose we
noisequarrelling people generally dofor suddenly we found that
was watching and listening, and then Ferdy turned very red and did
say anything for some minutes.
Look here, Alf, he said at last; I'll give you my share of the
and then you shall call it what you like.
Oh, no! I said, you must have halfand so you shall, for if you
me your share I'll give you mine.
So we settled it very nicely in that way, and called the boat
Amy; and all the afternoon Amy Stevens played that she was the
and we were the sailors.
What a funny name for a dog! But I will tell you how he happened to
it. Blind Charlie was his master, and he was the happiest old man I
Charlie used to sit reading the blind people's Bible, beside a
sheltering wall, at the Royal Academy in Edinburgh, Blind Tommy,
his little pitcher in his mouth, begging for pennies. I got to know
so well that, every time I passed, Charlie allowed the dog to put
pitcher down, while I fed him with a biscuit or bun. I made him a
warm coat, too, for the cold days.
One day I missed them both, and I went at once to Charlie's
Here I found that on his way home one dark night, Charlie had been
knocked down by a carriage, and had his leg broken. He had been
home, and the neighbors had been very kind and had got him a
But, oh, ma'am, he said, there's no nurse like Tommy! He sits
beside me, and seems to know everything I want. If I am thirsty, I
'Tommy, some water,' and off he goes with his little pitcher to the
bucket, fills it, and carries it so carefully back to me.
THE GHOST IN THE GARDEN.
Harry Peters had to cross the common one evening in the dark, and,
though his father had sent him to post a letter, he could not get
for he saw a ghost, as he fancied, in the garden near the lane, and
hair stood almost on end. There it was, rising white and spectral
him with outstretched, slowly moving arms. Harry uttered a piercing
shriek, for the boys at school had told him some dreadful ghost
and he quite expected to be carried off by those ghostly beckoning
His father was very vexed that he had lost the post, and would not
believe he had seen a ghost.
There are no such things, he said; light the lantern and we'll
your ghost away. Some silly boy has been frightening you.
Harry's big brother declared he would pay the boy out for shamming
ghosthood, and so the three went together, followed by the dog,
And what do you think Harry's ghost turned out to be? The white
belonging to the cobbler, which his wife had hung up to dry in
Harry has left off believing in ghosts now; and if ever he sees one
again, he intends to go right up to it, and find out all about it,
instead of running away.
THE ARTLESS ANGLERS.
Three little trots made up their minds
That they would fishing go,
For there were fish within the brook,
Their brothers told them so.
Some pins and thread and withes they took,
Likewise a lump of dough.
The eldest of these little trots
Was seven if a day,
And deem'd herself a trusty guide
Because she knew the way
That led down to the waterside,
Where fish for catching lay!
Each quickly into proper shape
Bent up the fatal pin,
And tied it carefully with thread
Upon a withy thin.
Then little Bell the eldest said:
We're ready to begin!
They cast their lines into the brook,
And watch'd with careful eyes
In case some finny feeder might
Be taken by surprise,
And tempted be to have a bite,
Not being overwise!
For hours they sat, but sport had none,
Yet ceas'd not watch to keep;
Then little Bell remark'd I think
They must be all asleep!
Their hopes at last began to sink,
The eldest wish'd to weep!
Still on they sat most patiently,
Scarce murm'ring at their fate,
When all at once cried little Bell,
Stupidity I hate!
I see the reason very well,
We quite forgot the bait!
Too true! the dough lay there untouch'd
Among the grass and mould;
And now 'twas time they home should go,
As chimes distinctly told;
Moreover rain came on, and so
They only caught a cold!
A WALK IN COLOMBO.
Colombo, as most of my readers will remember, is in Ceylon, that
beautiful island lying to the south of India.
You would think the people very funny, seeing them for the first
The man in the picture, who is walking with the little English
a Hindu, and probably you have often seen pictures like him. Nearly
the servants and laborers in Colombo are Hindus from Madras, but
natives of the island are called Cingalese, and are very different
The men wear their hair in a big knob at the back like a woman, and
the top of that is fastened a comb, shaped like a half-circle, with
ends pointed to the face. The whole costume is a mixture of native
English fashions. The usual hat is a little round felt one, such as
may see any day on boys at home, and which you have perhaps
The next garment is also what you might expect to see on a man;
a cloth coat, or rather shooting-jacket; but after that comes a
flowing skirt, which you certainly would not see on any man or boy
home. The Cingalese men bestow a good deal of attention on this
Poorer people have it made in white or blue calico, but others use
handsome India stuffs, which must have cost a lot of money.
The heat in Colombo is very great, and the roads are very dusty. No
wonder the people often feel hot and tired, and are very glad to
down and take a little sleep when they can. They also cool
standing in some pools near the town. The cattle do the same, and
can just see the heads of the buffaloes and of the men above the
of the water. They stand that way for an hour or two, perfectly
but the little children who go in keep jumping about and splashing
You may see in this picture the fruit shops in the native quarter
town, and bunches of bananas or plantains hanging up. Other shops
grain, which the people chiefly live upon. It is nothing unusual to
the grain merchant lying fast asleep on the top of his store of
other grain. Outside many houses stands a wooden bedstead, and the
people lie there asleep a great part of the day. The Cingalese are
to be very kind to old people, which is a very good trait in their
character. I wish they were a little kinder to their animals, but
never seem to think that poor bullocks have any feeling at all. The
carts in Colombo are drawn by bullocks, and they have a very hard
of it. The rope used as reins is passed through a hole bored
their nostrils, and a heavy beam of wood rests on their backs.
still, they are branded all over, not only with the owner's
but with all sorts of fanciful ornamental figures; the cruel people
do this never caring what the unfortunate animals suffer while it
being done. The houses are often painted outside with animals and
in the brightest colors; and some of these wall pictures are so
that strangers always stop to look and laugh at them.
Ho! 'Hamed! dear 'Hamed, you will let me ride Prince
The speaker was a little, brown, black-eyed boy, with dark tangled
under his old red fez, and clad in a dirty white cotton garment,
coaxing a tall Egyptian lad in a very irresistible way. Children
much the same all the world over, to get their way, be they white
black or brown. In this case little Hassan got his. And what was it
'Hamed, an Egyptian donkey-boy, was leaving home early in the
usual, leaving his dim, dirty quarters in the native part of Cairo
the European part of the city. And with him, as usual, was going
Prince Albert Victor was only a donkey, a very nice, strong,
Egyptian donkey, but nothing more, in spite of his grand name. But
the Cairo donkeys which stand about the streets for hire have very
names given to them by their owners to attract the European
For instance, some boy will call his donkey by an American
Washington, or Yankee-doodlethat the American travellers may
him. Another, with a view to a Frenchman or an Englishman, will
his animal President Carnot or Lord Salisbury. 'Hamed had called
Prince Albert Victor; for he found a royal name very popular, not
with English travellers, but with the red-coated British soldiers
pervade the streets of Cairo.
Now, little Hassan wanted, as usual, to ride Albert Victor down
home to his habitual waiting-place in front of one of the big
was such a delight to him to thrust his bare brown feet into the
stirrup-leathers (his legs were too short to reach the stirrups),
clutching Albert Victor's bridle, and sitting very erect, to fancy
himself very grand indeed as they slowly passed down the dim alleys
their native town.
It was a glorious day, such a blue sky, such a bright sun, so
from winter in our dull, foggy England, that little Elfreda felt
happy as she looked out of the hotel window on such new and strange
It seems like stories out of the Bible, mother, she cried, gazing
the Eastern dresses, the queer-looking figures, the donkeys, and
camels. For Elfreda and her mother had only lately come to Cairo
winter, for the mother's health, and everything was still wonderful
Where shall we go to-day? she added. To the mosques, or through
bazaars, or out a long way into the country by the river? Quick,
let me call some donkey-boys, and let's be off.
There's that little tiny boy just ridden up, he who comes every
with the big one! I must have his donkey again!
And Elfreda clapped her hands, and cried, 'Hamed!
There were fifty 'Hameds, donkey-boys (it is a very common name).
though several came up, they all knew that it was our friend who
See, said little Hassan (he had jumped off Albert Victor and
behind him), there is the same 'zit' (English lady) clapping
she who hired you yesterday and the day before; and with her the
'zit' with the long hair. Hurry, 'Hamed! I'm sure she means you!
Hassan was right. In a few minutes Elfreda was mounted on Albert
and was patting his gray neck and long ears.
He's such a nice donkey, mother; heaps nicer than the dull,
donkeys I ride when we go to the seaside! He's got some go about
Why, he can canter almost as nicely as my pony at home, and 'Hamed
to run to keep up with him! I should just like to take him back to
England for a pet!
I wonder what little Hassan would say, remarked her mother. He
miss his daily ride on Albert Victor, and I don't think he would be
happy in England in that costume. The village boys would jeer at
Well, perhaps the pony is the best to ride at home, and
here, considered Elfreda; for certainly it is very crowded
for any one not used to it, she added.
For they were now in the native town, on their way to the shops,
to bargain for Oriental curiosities. It was a ceaseless delight to
Elfreda. She bought slippers for her uncle, a fan for her little
at home, and queer pots to decorate the schoolroom. Elfreda would
lingered longer, but it was now time to return to lunch at the
THE ECHO BOY.
A little girl once went home to her mother and said, Mother, while
sister and I were out in the garden, there was some boy mocking us.
was calling out 'Ho!' and the boy said, 'Ho!' So I said to him,
you?' and he answered, 'Who are you?' I said, 'Why don't you show
yourself?' He said, 'Show yourself!' And I ran into the woods, but
could not find him; and I came back and said, 'If you don't come
will throw a stone at you!' And he said, 'I will throw a stone at
So her mother said, Ah! Nellie, if you had said, 'I love you,' he
have said, 'I love you.' If you had said, 'Your voice is sweet,' he
would have said, 'Your voice is sweet.' Whatever you said to him,
would have said back to you. When you grow and get to be a woman,
whatever you say to others, they will, by and by, say back to you.
her mother took her to that old text in the Scripture, With what
measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
BE JUST BEFORE YOU ARE GENEROUS.
Come, Kathie! It is time to go home!
It was Mother who called: she had been sitting for the last hour
the shade of the old pier, whilst little Kathie ran hither and
on the beach, sometimes paddling a little, sometimes building sand
Come, Kathie! Mother called again; it is late; come here and I
put on your shoes and socks.
Still Kathie did not move, but sat staring at the sea, but with a
in her eyes which told plainly enough that her thoughts were far
She was as a rule a good, obedient child, but to-day she seemed
as if she was afraid to come. Mother got up from her seat, and went
towards the little one.
Did you not hear me, Kathie? she began; then in an altered voice,
But, my child, where is your hat? Put it on at once, the sun is so
Kathie hung her head, then the tears gathered in her eyes, and at
rolled quickly down her cheeks. I haven't got a hat, she sobbed.
gave it away. Are you vexed, Mother?
Mother was puzzled. She sat down by Kathie and took her on her lap.
Don't cry, she said gently, but tell me to whom you gave it.
It was to a poor woman, said Kathie; she asked me for it for her
little girl, and so I took it off and gave it to her, but
Afterwards you remembered that you should have asked Mother
said Mother gravely.
Yes, said Kathie. But, Mother, the woman was poor; we ought to
to the poor, ought we not?
Yes, Kathie, but we must only give that which is our very own.
hat was not yours to give away; I bought it for you, to shade you
the hot sun.
Oh, Mother! interrupted Kathie, then I can never give to
for little children have nothing of their own. Kathie's lip
and she was very near crying at this thought.
I will tell you what is your own to give, said Mother
that is your time. All children have a great deal of time to do as
like in, and I can show you how you can use that time for the
Oh, mother! how? I can't sew nearly well enough to make anything
No, I don't mean sewing. I will give you an old pillow-case, and
must fill it with very little bits of torn, not cut, paper, and
is full I will cover it for you with a case of pretty print, and
will make a soft pillow for old Mrs. Timms, or any one else you
give it to. It will take both time and patience to tear the paper;
when it is finished it will be your own work, and you may give it
Yes, I see, said Kathie. That will be my own work. I shall like
As you grow older you will have money and other things which you
give away, but even then you will find that your best gifts will be
those you have spent time and love over; those two things are the
possession of the poorest of us, and yet they are worth more than
and silver. Now, Kathie, we must go and buy you a new hat, for you
cannot walk home in this heat without one; and another time when
give away anything you must remember to be just before you are
Kathie thought Mother very kind not to be vexed about the hat; but
Mother remembered what a little girl Kathie was, and she hardly
her to be able to refuse, when a bold, sturdy woman asked for the
off her head.
They say there is a country where the snow never falls,
And sliding is a game they never knew:
They never saw a lake
Paved with ice that wouldn't break.
I would rather stay in England,
They say there is a country where the sun never sets.
But goes on shining all night through.
And you needn't go to bed,
For there's always light oerhead.
That's a country I should like,
They say there is a country where they all talk French.
I can't imagine what they ever do!
For who for all their chatter,
Can understand such patter?
I should answer speak in English
They say there is a country where the clergymen are black
And the language sounds like choke-a-cockatoo.
And the niggers sit in rows
With hardly any clothes
I should like to go and look,
They say there is a country where the women cannot walk,
And everything is made of bam-boo
And the people's eyes are wee,
They live on rice and tea.
I should like to go and see them,
They say there is a country where the elephants are wild,
And never even heard of our Zoo.
And through the woods they roam
Like gentlemen at home.
I should like to go and peep,
F. W. HOME
THE PRIZE OF HONOR.
I wonder if I could trust you children to go out alone this
said Mrs. Ferrars. I don't want to deprive nurse of her holiday,
must see Cousin Lily: she is not so well to-day.
Oh! yes, mother, cried Dolly and Ralph together. May we go on
Well, it is just because I said you might, that I feel a little
anxious, said Mrs. Ferrars, stroking Dolly's fair hair. My Dolly
sometimes forgets mother's wishes for her own; still, as it is the
day at home, I feel inclined to trust you.
Of course, mother, said Ralph confidently, I'll take care of
all the boys will be there, and heaps of people we know.
You won't skate beyond the point? said mother; never mind if the
others do or not; remember you are both on your honor.
Full of delight, the children bounded off, skates in hand, and soon
arrived at the gay scene by the frozen lake. The ice was already
with skaters, big and little, and Ralph and Dolly espied two or
their friends as busy as themselves fastening on skates.
The band played, the sun shone, and merry voices and laughter
through the frosty air.
Let's have races! cried Frank, one of Ralph's schoolfellows. You
your sister, I'll take mine.
They all four flew across the ice, backwards and forwards again and
again, Frank and his sister winning at every turn.
Now change partners, said Frank, pairing off with Dolly, perhaps
will be fairer.
I'm rather tired of going over the same road, said Dolly
she and Frank stood resting, while the other two ran a short race
themselves. It looks so lovely out there. A broad sheet of ice
any one on it, and all the trees at the foot of the terrace bending
the lake. See, Frank, icicles are hanging from every twig; wouldn't
like to go close to them?
[Illustration: Ring Happy Bells Across the Snow]
Perhaps it isn't safe, replied Frank. No one seems to venture so
I shouldn't wonder if the ice were thin.
But our weight would be nothing on such a great space, urged
don't mean far off, only just beyond the point.
Mother's words came back to her, but mother did not know. She was
there to see how beautiful it all was, and of course Dolly did not
to run into danger.
They began skating near the point. Again Dolly turned towards the
Oh, Frank! I must, she said. I see a long icicle like a sword
hilt; it's on a low branchyou can reach it for me. She sped
Frank followed. In a moment they were side by side, and close to
coveted icicle. As Frank raised himself to grasp it, he saw a thin
stream of water welling up from beneath the ice on to the bank. He
seized Dolly's hand. Back, back! he cried wildly. The ice is
we shall go in. Away they fled. The ice creaked, but their weight
light, and once more the point was gained in safety.
Dolly, said Ralph, hurrying up to his sister, have you forgotten
No, replied Dolly, trying to laugh, though really ready to cry
the fright she had undergone; but mother isn't here to see the
I wanted one for her, and
We are on our honor, said Ralph, and I trusted you too, when you
off with Frank.
Dolly's tears began to fall. I won't tell tales of you, said
Perhaps I am partly to blame, I ought not to have left you. Come
skate with me, now.
I don't want to. I'll go home, said Dolly.
Mother did not come back to lunch. She sent round a note to say she
staying with Lily; and by and by when she returned, her heart was
full of sorrow for the suffering child that she forgot to ask about
morning's pleasure. If Dolly was silent, mother thought it was from
sympathy with herself.
The next day school began. All thoughts of skating were banished;
was a prize to be fought for, and Dolly had set her heart on
Somehow the spirit that had hitherto animated her now failed. The
seemed all out of tune. Again and again she was on the point of
confessing her wrong-doing, as mother bent above her for a
kiss. But weeks passed, and still the words remained unspoken.
never mentioned the ice; yet Dolly fancied he had loved her less
You musn't be too anxious about the prize, Dolly, darling, said
mother, noticing the tired face, or I am afraid you will fall ill
worry. I am quite glad to think the breaking-up party is to-morrow.
Mind, dear, I shall not be disappointed if you fail. I can trust my
child, and I know she has done her best.
Dolly flushed crimson. Her mother trusted her, and imagined she
every thought of her childish heart. How little mother knew the
Dolly was enduring!
All was excitement at the school. The prize-giving only took place
a year, and many and great were the hopes and fears on that
day. Some girls were of opinion that Dolly would carry off the
prize, others that she had lost ground of late, and failed utterly.
Dolly, quite aware of her shortcomings, was yet vaguely longing for
success. Her rival in the class was older and cleverer than
without the perseverance that characterized Dolly, therefore Dolly
on until the prize-giving began.
Everything passed as in a dream, until Dolly's class was mentioned,
Miss Danvers, the head mistress, in a short speech declared that
prize had been won, after a severe struggle, by Lucy Trevor. At the
time she was giving a special prize, because of the good conduct
perfect uprightness and truth of the unsuccessful competitor. This
she awarded to Dolly Ferrars. She held up a beautiful Bible, bound
This is the prize of honor, she said.
Dolly's heart stood still. She had forgotten her disappointment
the class prize in an overwhelming sense of shame.
Go up, Dolly, said mother proudly.
I can't, said Dolly. II
Go on, darling, said mother, gently pushing her. And Dolly went.
In silence she accepted the Bible, and laid it on her mother's
I am so tired, she said.
We will go now, whispered mother. The excitement has been too
They slipped quietly away and returned home.
Mother! cried Dolly, as they were alone. Oh, mother dear, I
take that prize, I don't deserve it. I have failed in truth and
am so miserable!
Mrs. Ferrars, bewildered at Dolly's words, soothed her while she
out the story of her conduct on the ice.
And I have no right to the prize, she said. What shall I do?
We will return it to Miss Danvers, said mother, gently; at least
a time. She looked very pale and sad. But, darling, she added,
folded Dolly in her arms, if you are really sorry and have through
repentance learned to conquer in the fight between right and wrong,
are still a winner of the true prize of honor!
A pert little wave by the sea-shore one day,
Came dashing along in its impudent way;
A wee little maiden was straying too near.
Said the waveletI'll catch you my child, never fear,
I will carry you home to a bed in the sea,
I will rock you as snug as on Mother's own knee.
But the child answered merrily, Mother is near,
So dash away, splash away, I do not fear
Dash away, splash away, back to the sea,
Mother is keeping her watch over me.
A cruel wave rolled o'er the night clouded sea,
And the sailors were fearful as e're they could be,
The vessel lay tossing, the north wind blew drear,
Said the wave, I will rock you to sleep, never fear,
But a brave tar looked up, with a light in his eye,
And a swift prayer was sent thro the threatening sky
To his heart came the answer, in voice, sweet and clear,
Ye shall weather the tempest true heart, never fear.
Splash away, dash away, danger is past,
The vessel is anchored, in harbour at last.
M. I. H.
A LABOR OF LOVE.
Oh, Claude, do look at that poor woman! Doesn't she look ill! I
believe she can drag that great pail of salt water up the beach.
she's let it drop! all the water is spilt, and she is leaning
the boat. I must go and see if I can help her.
So spoke kind-hearted little Elsie, but Claude pulled her back.
Don't, Elsie! The woman will be all right directly, and we don't
anything about her.
But she's in trouble, urged Elsie. See how she trembles, and you
know, Claude, what we heard on Sunday at the catechising.
Claude could not but remember, for it was only yesterday that the
clergyman had told his little hearers to try and sympathize with
in trouble. Let them realize by your sympathy that you remember
are all one great familyall one in Christ.
So he let go of Elsie's hand, and she went up to the half-fainting
and asked her if she wanted anything.
No, thank you, said the woman, looking gratefully at her little
bare-legged questioner (Elsie was in her shore dressor rather
undressand with tucked-up petticoats and huge sun-bonnet was
to be secure from any evil effects of either water or sun). I
better presently, she continued; it's only my side; it hurts me
when I fetch the salt water. It's for the little invalid boy at the
House there. I'm his nurse, and the doctor has ordered a salt-water
for him every day, and it hurts me to drag the water up this steep
beach; only I don't want any one there to know it, as they might
away as not strong enough, and I must earn money, for I've a sick
Oh, I know we can help you in that, cried Elsie. You sit still,
let me carry your empty pail to the top of the beach; it's only a
from there to the Red House, and then we'll bring our little pails
of water and soon fill yours.
The nurse would have remonstrated, but Elsie had run off with the
and she really felt too ill to follow her.
The tide was low that morning, and the salt water lay beyond a good
stretch of sand, so that Elsie had no light work before her; and
the sands, there was the steep beach to climb, and somehow when she
at the top her bucket seemed to have but little water in it.
she toiled bravely to and fro, and Claude, who would not help at
was touched by her industry. Of course, he would not own to such
feelings, and indeed was too proud, saying to Elsie that she was
spilling half her water! Here, I'll show you how to carry a
And after that he worked with her, and with Claude's big bucket the
was soon filled. By this time the nurse was better, and able to
the pail across the road into the Red House.
I'll never forget your kindness as long as I live, she gratefully
declared. I might have been your own sister by the way you've
How funny of her to say that, whispered Elsie to her brother; it
seems as though she must have been at the catechising too. Perhaps
knows we ought to try to be all one in Christ.
And Claude, boy-like, only nodded his assent.
Ben was visiting his cousin Hugh in the country, and they had been
having a glorious time getting chestnuts. They started early in the
morning, taking their dinners with them that they might have all
the woods. There had been a sharp frost the night before, and the
had a merry time as the wind rattled the brown chestnuts down on
heads. Bags and pockets were soon full to overflowing, and after
their lunch by the brook they started for home.
Now for a feast of roast chestnuts, said Ben, as they sat down by
fireplace, after the good warm supper which Hugh's mother had ready
them. I will roast them and you can pull off the shells when they
What fun it was to see the nuts jump around in the shovel Ben was
for a roaster, till their brown shells burst open with the heat!
We will roast a whole bagful, said Hugh, then there will be some
To be sure, Hugh burnt his fingers, and Ben dropped some chestnuts
the fire, but they only laughed the merrier. Lucy joined them after
had finished helping her mother with the work, and together they
chestnuts and played games till bedtime came, when they all agreed
had been one of the happiest days of their lives.
A SPARROW STORY.
I and my little sisters are very fond of the sparrows who come to our
garden to eat the crumbs that we throw out for them. We find our
also likes them, but in a different way. We have been able to
several little ones from it, but have never been able to rear them,
they have generally died two or three days after. However, a little
while ago we saved one poor little bird from pussy, and placed it
cage and fed it, as it was too young to look after itself. The cage
placed in my bedroom, with the window open, and we suppose the
of the little prisoner was heard by its parents, and we were
see one of them fly into the room and carry it food. As they seemed
anxious, and we thought they knew better than we how to feed it, we
placed the little thing on the window sill, watching near it to
it meeting with any accident, as it was too young to fly more than
yards by itself. It had scarcely been there a few seconds before
mother flew down to it and chattered, as we thought scolding it,
suppose she was only giving it directions, for the young one laid
of the mother's tail with its little beak, and, with that
was able to fly away.
We watched until it was out of sight, and were very glad to think
the parents had recovered their little one, about which they had
THE SHOWMAN'S DOG.
Poor little chap! the showman said,
Your day at last is done,
No more you'll fly at Punch's head,
Or cause the Clown to run,
Poor little chap! you're weak, too weak
To join the Peepshow fun!
Out of the road I picked you up,
'Tis years and years ago,
Your leg was badly injured, pup,
Run over as you know.
I bound the limb, and took you home,
And soon you join'd the Show.
Many a mile we've tramped, old dog,
And many a place we've seen,
And you where'er our feet might jog,
Have faithful ever been.
And rarely a rough or angry word
Has come our lives between.
Toby I wish that you could speak,
One word in answer say,
No! e'en to bark you are too weak,
Or you would still obey.
I know not what the show will do
When you have passed away!
Lovingly then poor Toby crept
Towards his master's side
And licked his handthe Showman wept!
For less things men have cried!
And there full grateful to the last
His old companion died.
The children had played all through the long afternoon, and the room
Toys were strewn all over the floor; furniture was pulled out of
and the legs of the chairs were entangled with a long kite-tail
they had begun to make.
Presently Raymond said with a start, Didn't you hear mother say,
the room tidy'?
No, answered Ralph; nobody spoke; it was only because you saw
state the room was in that you thought you heard her; and it is
untidy; we had better put it straight.
Yes, let us put it straight, said Raymond, for I know I did hear
mother tell us to.
So the two set to work and sorted the toys, and put them away in
cupboard; then they began to try to disentangle the twine of the
kite-tail that was twisted round the chairs.
Oh, dear! this is tiresome! cried Raymond, as he bent his sunny
over the task.
It does hurt my fingers! said Ralph, knitting his dark brows.
Presently Raymond looked up with a beaming face.
I know mother is looking at us all the time, he said; I can feel
Ralph looked round the room. She is not here, he answered, it is
the sunlight through the window.
I know I can't see her, said Raymond again, but I can feel she
Then they were silent, and went on with their work.
* * * * *
It is bedtime, little boys, said mother, coming in.
But we have not finished, they cried together.
Mother and nurse will do the rest, said mother. You've both done
Mother, weren't you watching us all the time? asked Raymond
Yes, she answered, smiling; I was in the garden, and could see
through the window my two little sons; Raymond was quick to obey
heard my voice, and Ralph did what he knew I should wish, though he
not know I was able to see him.
And Mother put her arms round the children, and the sunny head and
dark head nestled softly on her bosom, and the eyelids drooped, for
day had been long and the sun had gone down.
But I wish I had known you were there, murmured Ralph.
[Illustration: NURSERY TENNIS.]
CHARLIE THE CHATTERBOX.
Do be quiet, Charlie! Leave off talking! Silence, sir! These
were addressed to Charlie in vain, whether at home or school. He
at meals, at class, in church; his little tongue was always at
yet it never seemed weary. Even if his mother had a headache,
rattled on; if his father wanted to read or write quietly he had to
apart from Charlie, for there was no peace in the presence of the
chatterbox. Of course he was a dunce, for how could he chatter and
as well? And you may be sure he made plenty of mischief, for
that are always on the move do not keep to the exact truth
when repeating what the ears have heard.
One day Grandfather said, I really must teach that little tongue a
lesson. If you can be silent for half an hour, Charlie, I will give
half-a-dollar. Half-a-dollar! I'll earn it, grandfather. Charlie
watched the clock and thought of tops and balls and kites and
apples, and all the wonderful things half-a-dollar would buy; he
keep silence till the clock had struck twelve, and just as the hand
approached the hour he grew so excited with his success that he
out, There, I've done it! Please give me the money, grandfather.
Charlie never got that half-dollar, and I do not think such a
deserved it. You have two ears and one tongue, children;
quietly, pay attention, but do not always make your voice to be
else other people may grow just a little tired of the sound.
SILVIO AND FRANCESCO.
On the side of one of the vine-clad hills of Italy dwelt a poor man
a large family. Though he was a hard-working man, he could only
enough to poorly support his children, and to give them an
beyond his power. He was an intelligent man, and though he had
without even learning to read, he wanted his children to have the
advantages of schools and books, and he decided to seek for them a
in America. He saved all the money he could from his meagre
pay the expense of the voyage. It was a hard struggle, and there
many days of stern self-denial and stringent economy ere the
amount could be obtained. When one has an earnest purpose, and
energies to accomplish it, he is quite sure of success. It was thus
this Italian family. Both father and mother were united in carrying
one fixed purpose,to give their four children the advantages of a
of free schools,and though their struggles were hard, yet they
working for their loved ones, and love lightens heavy burdens.
always comes pleasure from what is done for the benefit of others.
When all was ready they embarked from Genoa one evening, as the
sent a radiant glow over mountain and valley.
Silvio and Francesco were the youngest of the four children. The
eldest boys, like their parents, were sad at leaving their youthful
companions, and sat in the stern of the ship and watched the
hills till the rosy light faded, and darkness shut out from view
native land forever.
Silvio was nine years old, and Francesco two years younger. They
realize the journey which was before them, nor did they regret at
leaving. They were charmed with the novelty of the scenes around
They watched the sailors in their duties about the ship, and
the captain's stern orders. The harbor was gay with the lights of
many crafts, large and small, which were gliding about over the
surface of the gulf. So quiet were the waters that one would never
that they could ever be ruffled, or cause the voyager discomfort.
their ship glided out of the placid Gulf of Genoa into the
Sea all on board were anticipating a quick and prosperous voyage,
safe landing on the bright shores of America.
Alas, how uncertain is the future! A terrific storm arose when
few days' sail of the American coast. The masts and rudder were
away by the wind, and the hulk then drifted at the mercy of the
The captain and several of the crew were washed overboard in the
encounter with the gale, and the lifeboat, which many of the
took when it was believed the ship was sinking, was swamped, and
it lost. A few others remained on the hulk, and stayed on deck in
to signal some passing vessel which had outridden the storm. One by
these were swept overboard, or died from exposure. Silvio and
were so small that they were not allowed on deck. When the storm
commenced they were sleeping in the forecastle, in the berth of a
old sailor who had given them the use of it. His dog was their
companion by night and playfellow by day. These three were secured
during the storm, and were forgotten during the excitement and
on board. The parents of the boys were swept overboard on the first
night of the storm, and their brothers were lost in the lifeboat,
their old sailor friend died from exposure and over-exertion on the
second day of the storm. Thus they were bereft of both kindred and
friend, and, though they were unconscious of their situation, they
drifting upon the ocean on a wave-tossed bark, with no living
but the sailor's dog.
Three days thus they drifted on the merciless ocean, wondering why
were left alone in the forecastle; and when they called for help
reply was the dashing of the waves against the shattered ship.
Fortunately, a large steamer which had withstood the storm saw the
shattered hulk drifting upon the waves, and sent men on board to
any who might be found alive. All had been swept away, and
reigned on deck. To their surprise, on opening the forecastle they
the two boys and the sailor's dog.
These helpless and homeless ones they took to the ship. Sad indeed
they when they began to realize that their parents and brothers
lost. They had no kindred or friends, and knew not a word of the
language of the Americans who were upon the steamer. They shed many
tears when the feelings of their loneliness settled upon them, and
wished themselves in their own country, where a language was spoken
which they could understand.
There is always sunshine behind the clouds, and their shadows were
dispelled by a kind gentleman upon the steamer, who said he would
for them and give them a home.
He commenced to teach them to speak English while on the voyage,
amused them with various sports and games. Silvio, being the
learned quicker than his little brother, but as soon as he had
he taught Francesco.
When the steamer landed the kind gentleman sent them to board for a
while with a family from their own country who could speak both
and Italian, where they soon learned to talk in both languages.
Silvio was a good object-teacher, and gave his little brother
He would introduce some game or sport as a means of communicating
instruction. It was pleasing to see them together. They would sit
fire in the Italian's cottage, with the old sailor's dog, which the
gentleman who had befriended the children said should not be taken
them, and Silvio would teach his brother.
They learned to play cratch cradle, and when they did this the
of every thing used were learned. When one is learning a new
is word by word; so in this game they learned to count, and to name
words, such as hand, finger, string, cross, and others that
themselves in the course of the game. Some children call this game
cat's cradle, but it should be cratch cradle. A cratch is a
cross-legged crib from which cattle are fed. It is also the shape
cradle, or child's sleeping-crib, and, as the strings take this
upon the fingers, the game has received that name.
These boys learned very rapidly, and the gentleman who had
them soon took them from the Italian's cottage, and sent them to
best schools in America. Both became distinguished scholars. Silvio
now a celebrated artist, and Francesco a musician whose vocal and
instrumental acquirements have charmed the largest audiences, and
received the highest praise of the world. Both have visited their
country, and have pursued their studies among their own countrymen,
they have never heard of any of their own kindred. The gentleman
befriended them still lives to see the good results of his kind
and they, in return, look upon him with feelings of love and
THE LITTLE MILKMAID.
Please, Grandmother, I can milk Daisy.
There, child! Nonsense! said the old woman crossly. Daisy would
thee and thy pail over in no time. We should lose our milk, and
have thee to nurse as well.
But Daisy likes me, Granny, pleaded the would-be milkmaid. I
throw stones at her or pull her tail; she would not kick me. I know
to milk, don't I, Grandfather?
Eh, bless her, so she do! returned a feeble voice from the bed in
corner of the kitchen. It's a brave little lass, that it is! I'd
trust her than Tom, for all he's three years older.
Grandmother gave a reluctant consent, and forth went the little
milkmaid, her bucket on her arm, and her dog Gypsy jumping about
inviting her to have a race with him. Play was a very good thing,
Susie dearly loved a romp, but this morning she shook her head, and
Gypsy he must wait until her task was safely over. She was very
Grandfather's confidence in her, and made up her mind to deserve
Susie looked like a part of the bright May morning as she tripped
down the pathway to the brook, brushing the dew off the grass and
flowers with her bare little white feet, and singing a gay
good-morning to the birds fluttering in and out of the bushes.
A kind little girl was Susie, loving all the living creatures about
moorland home, and loved by them. The birds knew better than to
within reach of Tom, but they hardly paused in their busy
as Susie passed by; only singing a little more gayly than before,
was their way of welcoming her, so Susie said.
Grandfather's cottage was built on the top of a steep field. At the
bottom a bubbling, noisy little brook went tumbling and bustling
over the stones, filling the sweet, warm air with a cheery song of
own. A plank served as a bridge across the stream; and as Susie
steadily over it she noticed a fat, motherly old duck nestling down
amongst the ferns and dock-leaves on the bank. Mother Duck uttered
startled and indignant Quack, quack, as Gypsy jumped over her
dashed headlong into the cool, bright water.
Ah, Mrs. Duck, cried Susie merrily, I see now where your eggs
shall pay you a visit presently; I can't stop now, because I am
The old duck looked after her with quite an air of understanding
about it, and gravely watched her run on towards the field where
the cow stood waiting at the gate. Tom had forgotten all about
milking-time, but Mistress Daisy had good reasons of her own for
punctuality in such matters. So she poked her long white nose
the bars of the gate, and greeted Susie with a long, doleful
of the sad way in which she had been neglected that morning.
Perhaps it was Daisy's reproachful Moo which first made the
maid conscious that she had forgotten the milking-stool, but she
decided to do without it. The good old cow's temper must not be
any further delay, so down she knelt in the cool, dewy grass, and,
carefully fixing the pail, began her task.
She found it not so easy as she expected, for milking requires
and some strength of fingers, and Susie had little of either. But
was very good, and so the sweet, frothy milk rose higher and higher
the little pail, until at length the task was done. Daisy showed
thought so by suddenly beginning to walk away. The pail had a
escape then, but Susie got it safely out of the way, and began her
homeward walk. Very steadily she carried the pail to the brook.
surprise awaited her; while she had been milking some one had
away the plank, and thrown it down on the opposite bank. Wet feet
hardship to little girls who wear no shoes and stockings. Susie
tucked up her dress, and walked carefully through the bubbling
taking good heed of the stones at the bottom. She got across
began to climb the steep, narrow path leading to the cottage. On
side the grass was long, sometimes almost meeting across the path.
in a moment her foot caught in some hidden trap, and down she fell!
for the poor little milkmaid! Her pail was upset, and the milkthe
precious milkran hither and thither amongst the primroses and
and finally trickled down into the brook.
This comes of sending babies a-milking, said Grandmother, who had
the disaster from the cottage door. Come in, she added crossly,
distressed little maid came slowly up the path. Thou'rt a bad,
lass, and shall have no breakfast. Catch me sending thee a-milking
Wait a bit, Grandmother, said the old man, in his feeble,
voice. Did not I hear Tom say that he'd teach the little one to
with his job? You must go down the path and see for yourself if it
not one of his tricks. Something must have tripped the child up.
Grandmother could not refuse to go down the path, but she went
unwillingly. Tom was her favorite, and she did not wish to find him
in the wrong. But when she came to the milk-dyed spot, and found
long grass tied together across the path, she could no longer deny
the child in fault was not little Susie. As she slowly wended her
back to the cottage, she felt not only angry with naughty, idle
grieved at her own lack of justice to the willing little milkmaid.
Tom's unkind and revengeful conduct did not this time go
his grandmother's over-indulgence had sadly spoilt his character,
although she strove hard to remedy the evil, it is doubtful if he
ever learn to be as obedient and unselfish as his good little
I wish I could catch a bobolink, said Samuel.
Let us try to-morrow and see if we cannot catch one in a box
said his brother Robert.
That will be real fun, said little Maggie. And so the three
talked the matter over, and made plans for the morrow.
You must help me in the morning, said their father. Samuel must
the corn in the hills for the hired man to cover, Robert will drop
beans, and Maggie must put in the pumpkin-seed. We shall have it
done by ten o'clock, and then you can play the rest of the day. If
flock of bobolinks comes along you may be able to catch one, though
are very shy, and do not stop long in any one place.
The next morning the sun rose radiantly in the eastern sky, and
up among the golden clouds, and all the early birds joined in a
song of welcome. The robin chanted from the lofty branches of the
the bluebird, with plumage brighter than the bluest sky, glided in
out among the apple-trees, and enlivened the scene by its
joyous song; the red linnet whistled and chattered in the
the sparrow chirped in the hedge. All around seemed full of life
The bobolink swung from the highest branches, and poured out his
ecstatic feelings in thrilling song.
The children went to the fields amid all this morning music, and
to translate the song of each bird into English.
The robin chanted, Kill him! cure him! Kill him! cure him! Give
Who he wanted treated in this manner they could not tell, but that
seemed to be the language of his song.
The voice of the linnet or bluebird could not be interpreted
the bobolink spoke very plainly, and seemed personal in his
which were evidently intended for the eldest boy; for he said over
over again, Samuel! Samuel!Samuel, planting, planting. Samuel!
Samuel! planting for bobolink! bobolink!
This chattering and singing were kept up all the forenoon, and the
children resolved that when their play-time came in the afternoon
would set some traps and try to secure one of these saucy
had been talking so much to Samuel during the forenoon.
Soon as dinner was over the three hurried off to the sheep pasture,
where, among the maple-trees, a large flock of bobolinks were
resting a day or two on their journey towards Canada, that they
feast on the scattered grains of an old wheat-field near by. The
children took a few handfuls of wheat, which they scattered upon
ground; and, as Maggie could sew better than the boys, she strung
grains of wheat on a small thread. This was tied to a slender prop
held up the cover of the trap, which was made by putting four
together in the shape of a box. In it was a handful of wheat. When
was ready the children hid behind some shrubbery and watched and
the result. They whispered to each other, and laid plans concerning
could be done with the bird after he was caught.
Samuel said, Sell him. I read of bobolinks being sold at
the city for two or three dollars each. We could get money enough
snap-crackers and fireworks for next Fourth of July.
Oh! I wouldn't do that, said Robert.
Nor I, said little Maggie. I should rather go without any money
Fourth of July. Let's keep him, and put him in Dicky's old cage,
teach him to sing.
Perhaps you are counting your game before 'tis caught, said
There are no birds near your trap yet.
Just then a large flock had discovered the scattered grain, and
down near the trap. Each one of the children watched in breathless
silence. Several birds entered the box, and chattered and feasted,
the cover did not fall, and the time the children were waiting in
silence seemed very long. At length an old, strong bird caught up a
grain attached to the string, and gave it a violent jerk. Out came
little prop, and down went the heavy cover, and a jolly old singer
entrapped. He screamed and fluttered, and his frightened companions
away over the distant meadow.
The children ran to the trap, delighted with the capture they had
and each one got down on his knees and peeped into the trap. Sure
enough, there was Mr. Bobolink. He had on his black dress-coat and
waistcoat and breeches, and a pretty yellow necktie. They all
him very handsome, and they laid plans for having him put into a
brass cage at the front of the house, where they could every day
his cheerful song. They were all delighted with their prize, and
thoughts of much enjoyment went through their minds.
Take him out carefully, said Robert, as Samuel knelt down to open
Don't hurt him, said Maggie; and Samuel raised the cover to put
There was a flutter and a scream, and Mr. Bobolink flew away, and
high into the air, and soon joined his travelling companions on
way to Canada.
The children were much disappointed, and when they told their
laughed heartily, and repeated the old proverb:
A bird in the hand is worth two in the air.
In my garden hear the lark
Hear the dove her matins sing
In answer soft.
The night has fled away;
Good morrow! lovely day.
Dawn has touched with fairy finger
All things near,
Left a dewdrop on each blossom
Like a tear
Sing! merry thrush, on high
To the breaking summer sky.
Cobwebs, quiver in the sunlight
Daisies ope their starry petals
To the light.
So with a rosy dawn
Comes up this summer morn!
HOW TODDIE WAS FOUND.
Old Jones, the sexton, toiled slowly up to the Rectory one winter
morning. He had a sad tale to tell, and the ground was heavy with
and poor old Jones's heart was full of a great sorrow.
The Rectory lay cosily among the sheltering trees, and gleamed warm
cheerful beneath the gloomy skies. Mr. Chillingworth, the Rector,
good man, and greatly beloved by the people in the parish of
Old Jones, as I have said, was the sexton; and he tried his best,
very small success, to keep all the village boys in awe of him. He
always went, with them, by the name of old red Johnnie, for he
red woollen comforter through winter's cold and summer's heat.
He had a champion in one boy, however, called Toddie Banks; for you
poor Toddie was an orphan, and old Jones had been very kind to him
he was just a wee toddling laddie, had taken him to his own home,
treated him like a son, for the old man had neither kith nor kin,
nor child, so Toddie was all of them put together to him.
And now Toddie had been missing for a whole day and night, and
no doubt he had fallen over a precipice, or been lost in some deep
snowdrift, for, you must know, Toddie was a bit of a naturalist,
used to take long walks in search of any curiosities he might find.
The poor old man had never been in his bed the whole of the
night, but had been searching everywhere, helped by some kindly
When Mr. Chillingworth understood the whole story, he at once
volunteered to go in search of Toddie, accompanied by his splendid
Newfoundland dog, Neptune.
Cheer up, Jones, he said in his kindly way. Neptune and I will
best, with the blessing of God, to find your darling. Go home now,
have everything prepared, in case we find him overcome in the
Neptune was perfectly aware that he and his master were to find
so he bounded on gayly before Mr. Chillingworth. They had not
many yards before Neptune suddenly stopped, and, listening
galloped furiously in the direction of a stream that in summer time
a favorite haunt of Toddie's. On reaching the water he stood still,
uttering a long, sorrowful howl, remained, evidently waiting for
Mr. Chillingworth hastened up; and there was Toddie, lying to all
appearance quite dead. In scrambling up the river bank he had been
apparently overcome by the deadly cold and sleep from which few
waken to life again. He had a bunch of scarlet berries in his hand,
it was pathetic to see the cold stiff fingers still clutching their
treasure. Being so near the Rectory, Mr. Chillingworth just lifted
lad and bore him rapidly to his house. What was his joy, after half
hour's untiring effort to revive him, to see Toddie slowly open his
eyes, and, by the time old Jones and his neighbors reached the
Toddie was able to sit up and relate his experiences. It was as the
Rector thought; in reaching after the berries he fell, and
nothing afterwards. Poor old Jones and Toddie were heroes ever
that, and I am glad to say the village boys ceased to call him old
SUGGESTED BY A LITTLE GIRL OF FOUR.
Oh a strange and curious thing is a horse,
Believe or not, as you choose.
For he takes it quite as a matter of course
That he goes to bed in his shoes.
And his shoes, which are iron and not soft leather,
Are nailed to his feet with pegs
And he falls asleep without minding the weather,
As he stands upright on his legs
And his hair doesn't grow in the proper place
But out of his neck instead
And his ears are not at the side of his face,
But stand on the top of his head.
F. W. H.
THE TINKER'S VAN.
Ronald! Ronald! our van has come! John saw it go past the gate
we were in school.
Has it! exclaimed Fred Norton, no less excited at the news than
brother; then let's go down at once and have a look at it.
Off ran the two little fellows, and were soon in the village; and
sure enough, drawn up in a side street, was the van of a travelling
tinker. The old horse had been taken out of the shafts and was
patiently on one side, while the tinker's wife, with her baby in
arms, walked slowly up and down, casting from time to time an
look up the street.
Her sunburnt face beamed with a hearty smile as the two boys rushed
Here you are, young gentlemen! she said, with evident delight; I
looking out for you. I thought you'd see us go by; but my old man,
says, 'Susan, what are you thinking of? Those young gentlemen have
forgotten you by this time, for it's six months more or less since
last passed by here.'
We haven't forgotten you, said little Ronald indignantly. How
forget when you were so kind to me? I could not have got home that
sprained my foot, and then your van came up, and you jumped out and
carried me in, and bathed my foot, and brought me home. Whywhy
stammered the little fellow in his eagerness, I should be a pig
Step inside, sirs, said the woman, quite confused by Ronald's
gratitude; I want you to see how beautiful the clock looks that
mamma gave me. It goes just splendid; my old man is proud of
never loses a minute, and yet it gets many a jolt.
The children needed no second invitation. The van was a paradise to
them, and they ran up the steps and looked at everything, and
seemed charming. They longed to possess such a treasure, and
the tinker and his wife must be the happiest of mortals.
I should like to live here always, said Fred, as he and Ronald
at the door of the van and looked out at the scene around them.
jolly free, continued the boy, so far better than always being in
house; and the cat there, and the cocks and hens, and old
much rather look at things like that than at the maps and pictures
our schoolroom walls.
Ah! but you don't know all, sir, said the woman, shaking her
was born in a van, and have always lived in one, but I don't want
little laddie here to lead the life, and she danced the crowing
her arms as she spoke. I hope, by and by, we shall have a little
cottage of our own and settle down, and my boy can go to school and
learn to read his Bible, which is more than his mother can do, for
never had a day's schooling in my life.
Can't you read? said little Ronald in astonishment. I'll come
day that you stay here and teach you. I'll begin to-night! and
another word could be said he had darted out of the van and was up
street and out of sight, returning in a very few minutes with a
picture-book, out of which he himself had learned to read.
Ronald was a wise little fellow to have brought a picture-book; for
a work of art had never been seen by the woman before, and if
was only looking at pictures like that she felt she might manage it
She was by no means a stupid scholar, and Ronald was so earnest a
teacher that the progress made was really astonishing. The tinker
a good many jobs in the village, and stayed nearly a fortnight, and
that time Susan could spell little words very nicely, and no longer
a-s-s, donkey, as, misled by the picture, she had done at the
of the lessons.
Ronald's mother gave the woman a large print Bible with a great
pictures in it; and when next year the tinker's van again visited
village, Susan was delighted to be able to exhibit her progress,
slowly and reverently she read the parable of the Lost Sheep.
I read that to my old man most nights, she said; his father was
shepherd, and he knows all about sheep. Oh, Master Ronald! said
woman, suddenly changing her tone, I do bless you for putting it
my head to learn to read.
Certainly Ronald was a happy boy that day.
A LITTLE MAN.
Bobby was not quite six years old, but he thought himself quite a
and a very strong man too. He was a sturdy little fellow, and as he
never caught cold, his mother allowed him to run about without
stockings when the weather was warm and dry.
Bobby's mother was always a little afraid of his being hurt. She
only two childrenLucy, who was twelve, and Bobbyand she was
sometimes very anxious lest Bobby should come to some harm when he
work among the men. She also forbade him the use of knives and all
instruments. This was a real grief to Bobby, as the men knew it,
would sometimes tease him, and it was then so difficult to pretend
himself that his knife wasn't in his pocket, as he could have done
his own satisfaction.
One day in the spring, when the laurel hedge was being cut, one of
men offered to lend Bobby a knife, and, without a thought of his
mother's wishes, Bobby took it, and began cutting in a great hurry.
Alas! after a few boughs had come off, Bobby tried to cut a thicker
which he had to hold down with his left hand, so that when the
slipped he cut his third finger rather badly. He ran at once to
with the knife in his hand, and then dropped it on the ground close
his bare toes. In his thoughtlessness he might have cut his foot
Mother had not come out and picked up the knife. She was more sorry
angry at Bobby's disobedience, but the boy was more careful to obey
mother after that, and among the presents on his next birthday
a capital knife from Mother, but given on condition that at first
should only be used when his father was present, and could show him
ought to be done with it. Bobby is a very happy boy now, because no
can tease him, as he has that precious knife of his very own.
I've been so happy all the day,
And now its hours are over,
Down by the meadows I have played,
And all amongst the clover.
And now tis time to go to rest,
Within my bed so cosy.
And soundly sleep the long night thro;
Until the sun gleams rosy
Good night, dear little silver stars,
Come to my window peeping,
And shed your pretty light above,
And watch whilst I am sleeping.
Good night, Good night you pretty flowers,
I love you all so dearly,
Now close your eyes, and gently sleep,
Until the moon shines clearly.
I've said my prayers at Mother's knee,
To ask the Shepherd's keeping,
He has so many little lambs,
To tend whilst they are sleeping
Yet surely I may go to rest,
Without a fear or sorrow,
I know that he will watch o'er all,
Till sunlight gleams to-morrow.
M. I. Hurrell.