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Title: Harper's Young People, May 18, 1880 - An Illustrated Weekly
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Tuesday, May 18, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 per
Year, in Advance.

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[Begun in No. 19 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, March 9.]


A True Story.




They found the city one blaze of lanterns, banners, and many-colored
fire-works. All the ships in the harbor were gay with brilliant bunting,
and the air echoed with the boom of cannon and the snapping of
firecrackers, in honor of the Chinese New-Year. In fact, it was quite a
Fourth-of-July celebration; and at night there began such a burst of
sky-rockets and fire-balloons that the whole town seemed to be in

Early next morning the _Arizona_ opened her ports to receive cargo; and
Frank, being told off to assist, saw for the first time one of the most
picturesque sights in the world--a gang of coolies at work. On the other
side of the "entering port," beside which he was posted, stood a Parsee
merchant, whose long white robe, dark face, and high black cap made him
look very much like a cigar wrapped in paper. Along the quivering line
of sunlight that streamed through the port came filing, like figures in
a magic lantern, an endless procession of tall, sinewy, fierce-looking
Malays, and yellow, narrow-eyed, doll-faced Chinamen, carrying blocks of
tin, rice sacks, opium chests, or pepper bags, and all moving in time to
a dismal tune, suggestive of a dog shut out on a cold night.

Each man shouted his name in passing, and the merchant then handed Frank
a short piece of cane. These canes were the "tally sticks," their
different colors indicating the nature of the articles counted. At every
tenth entry the Parsee cried, "Tally," and Austin, reckoning the sticks
in his hand, and finding them correct, answered, "Tally."

Our hero soon found that these were not the _only_ sticks employed. A
rice sack burst suddenly, and all the coolies stopped their work to pick
it up to the last grain, it being thought far too sacred to be wasted.
They were not quite brisk enough about it, however, to please the worthy
merchant, who, seizing a stout bamboo, with a shrill yell of "Bree!
bree!" (hurry up) laid about him as if he were beating a carpet, till
the hold echoed again.

"You take 'tick too; give 'em whack-whack," cried he, offering Austin
another bamboo. "Dey no work proper widout 'tick; dat 'courage 'em."

"Hum!" thought Frank; "I don't think it would encourage _me_ much."

The remedy seemed to answer, however, for the coolies at once quickened
their movements, grinning as if the whole thing was a capital joke. But
it was not long before Frank had to exercise _his_ stick upon a fellow
whom he caught in the act of dropping a package overboard, to be fished
up and rifled later on--a common trick with the natives, who are most
expert thieves. What with all this, and what with the constant counting,
he found it very tiring work, and was not sorry when the gang "knocked
off," and he went to hand in his accounts to the Captain.

"Very good, my boy; you've done capitally for a first trial. After this
I'll rate you as supercargo, and give you a state-room on the officers'

This was promotion indeed, and our hero, tired as he was, "turned in"
with a light heart.

Next morning the work began again. Bags, boxes, chests, crowded so fast
upon each other that Frank and the Parsee were soon forced to shift to
one of the six huge barges that lay alongside, piled high with spices,
pepper, and bundles of rattan. Two native servants stood by to fan them,
while two others shielded them from the burning sun with huge umbrellas;
and this group, together with the long file of black or yellow skinned
figures below, pouring into the ship with their burdens like a stream of
ants, and still chanting their strange, monotonous song, made a very
curious picture.

About two o'clock (the sailors' dinner hour) the gang had a short rest,
which the Malays employed in squatting about in groups, and chewing
betel-nut. A piece of the nut was folded between two green leaves, and
munched vigorously, the result being to cover their mouths with a red
froth, which, as Frank thought, made them all look as if they had just
had two or three teeth out.

After night-fall the work went on by lamp-light, and a very picturesque
sight it was. Tired as they were, the men worked with a will, and by
midnight the last package was stowed, the last receipt signed, and the
_Arizona_ all ready to sail the next day.

After his hard day's work, Frank slept like a top; but he was aroused
soon after sunrise by a knock at his door, and in came a venerable old
native in a long white robe, crimson girdle, and hat exactly like a
stove-pipe, minus the rim. Shutting the door as carefully as if he were
about to confess a murder, he opened a small silk bag, and flashed upon
Frank's astonished eyes a perfect heap of precious stones of all sorts
and sizes; then holding up the fingers of both hands several times in
succession, he uttered the one word "Rupees."[1]

But the price, though low, was far beyond Austin's means. He shook his
head, and the old gentleman bowed himself out as politely as if Frank
had purchased his entire stock. Five minutes later came a second tap,
and another native entered, with a basket of delicious fruits, answering
our hero's "How much?" by pointing to a pair of worn-out shoes, and
saying, "Can do." Before Austin could recover from his amazement at the
idea of a country where men preferred old shoes to hard dollars, the
fruit merchant had made his "salam" (bow), and departed with his prize.

He was hardly gone, when a third trader turned up, with a splendid
collection of shells and coral, and the same scene was repeated. This
time the "Can do" referred to some ragged old flannel shirts and pants
that hung on the wall, in exchange for which the dealer handed over the
entire contents of his basket. Frank, more puzzled than ever, went to
old Herrick for an explanation.

"Well, lad," said the veteran, "these _natyve_ fellers, d'ye see, are
divided into so many 'castes,' one above t'other, like men and officers
aboard ship, and the lower castes have got to pay toll to the higher
'uns. Now the high-caste crowd are too great swells to touch a
furriner's clothes or shoes, though they'll touch his _money_ fast
enough; so them two chaps'll be able to keep all you gave 'em, whereas
if you'd paid 'em in dollars, they'd ha' had to go halves with the
'upper crust.'"



[1] The rupee is the standard coin of British India, and worth
about fifty cents.



May brings so many wild flowers that the mere _names_ would easily fill
all the space I can have.

But the young flower-hunter must get an idea of some of the flowers sure
to appear in May, and those who will notice the habits of plants will
soon discover where these fair friends dwell, and will learn which
selects the valley, which the hill-side, finding that as a general thing
they may be looked for with the certainty of being found in their
favorite haunts.

Botanical authorities have arranged all known plants in _families_, and
each plant belongs to some floral family, the members of which possess
certain qualities in common, making it suitable to class them together;
for instance, all the buttercups, anemones, clematis, hepaticas,
larkspur, columbine, and many others, belong to the _Crowfoot_ family--a
large family, all possessing a colorless but acrid juice, which is, in
some of them, a narcotic poison, as hellebore, aconite, larkspur, and
monk's-hood. Others are quite harmless, as the marsh-marigold, so well
known as cowslips, or the "greens" of early spring. Others have a
delicate beauty, as the anemones, hepaticas, and others.

Another family, the _Poppy_ family, takes in all the poppies, the
bloodroot, celandine, and others. These have a milky or colored juice,
often used medicinally, and from one species of poppy opium is made.

The _Crucifers_, or _Mustard_ family, have cross-shaped flowers, and
abound in a pungent, biting juice, with which we are familiar; and thus
we could go on enumerating the distinctive qualities of one hundred and
thirty families.

In every month are to be found some peculiarly rare and interesting
plants, and May can show a fair array. In cold bogs and swamps of New
England the genial airs awaken many a blossom that seems too lovely for
such dismal surroundings. But bogs and swamps and wet pastures are well
worth exploring, and are justly dear to the botanical heart; for here,
springing from a bed of soft black mud, may be seen the pink Arethusa,
fair as a rose leaf, the rare Calypso, the singular trilliums, the
graceful adder's-tongue, and several species of the remarkable
Cypripediums, or lady's-slipper. The beautiful spring orchis, the only
orchis blossoming early, of most delicate white and purple tints,
flourishes in damp, rich woods, and the Cornus, or dogwood, lights up
the shady nooks with level sheets of bloom.

_Violets_, more than twenty varieties, come on in April, May, and June;
but I can specify but one--a charming species of pansy-like beauty,
found at Farmington, Connecticut, with the two upper petals of the
finest violet tint, and of velvet softness. In moist woodlands in
Western Connecticut the staphylea, or bladder-nut, attracts attention by
its drooping racemes of white flowers, and later in the season the rich
brown seed-vessels are as handsome as the flowers in the spring. All
around on the rocky road-side banks and in dry fields the airy wild
columbine and pretty corydalis blossoms nod in every breeze, and the
ravines on the hills are fringed with the softest frills of exquisite
leaves and odd flowers of the Dutchman's-breeches and squirrel-corn,
whitish and pinkish, and with the scent of hyacinths.

One other must not be forgotten, though so well known as hardly needing
to be named. Who has not searched in dim New England woods, under solemn
pines, for the sweet, shy, waxen clusters of this dearest of all the
flowery train, hiding under old rusty leaves, but betraying itself by
that indescribably delicious fragrance which perfumes the wood paths?
Surely all the young hands have been filled with the pilgrim's-flower,
the epigæa, the trailing arbutus, the beloved May-flower of olden and of
modern time.

In the Middle States many plants are found which New England does not
furnish. New Jersey is famed for woodland treasures; not only Orange
Mountains, but the pine-barrens, show many a charming blossom, and the
dweller at the West finds on the flower-tinted prairies a profusion
which the Eastern fields can not approach. On the hills of Pennsylvania
may be seen the brilliant flame-colored azalea and the North American
papaw--a relative of the tropical custard-apple--and the pink blossoms
of the Judas-tree, and several varieties of larkspur, and in low
thickets are found the white adder's-tongue and the dwarf white
trillium. At the West, the interesting anemone called Easter or Pasque
flower, from its blossoming near Easter; and another beautiful Western
flower is the American cowslip, called also the shooting-star, which is
found in Pennsylvania as well as on Western prairies. The following is a
list of _some_ of the flowers of May, with the localities in which they
are most abundant:


  COMMON NAME.         COLOR.            LOCALITY, ETC.

  Adder's-tongue       Bluish-white      Thickets, banks; N. Y., Pa.,
  Adder's-tongue       Light yellow      Low copses and fields; New
  American cowslip     Pink, white,
                         violet          Rich woods; Pa., Western
  Arbutus, May-flower  Pink, white       Rocky banks, under pines; New
  Arethusa             Bright rose       Cold bogs; Maine, N. J., South.
  Azalea               Flame-colored     Pennsylvania mountains, and
  Azure larkspur                         Uplands; Pa. and West.
  Barberry             Yellow            Open fields, dry banks; New
  Bellwort             Pale yellow       Damp woods; New England, West.
  Bladder-nut          White             Western Conn.; woods. Rare.
  Blue cohosh                            Deep, rich woods; West.
  Bulbous buttercup.   Bright yellow     Pastures, meadows; New England
                                           and elsewhere.
  Calypso              Purple, pink,
                         yellow          Swamps, bogs; Northern New
                                           England. Rare.
  Chickweed            White             Fields, door-yards; everywhere.
  Columbine            Scarlet, yellow   Dry, sunny, rocky banks. Common.
  Common buttercup     Golden yellow     Hills, fields. Common everywhere.
  Dandelion            Bright yellow     Fields, road-sides; everywhere.
  Dark purple clematis                   Rich soil; Middle States,
  Dwarf trillium       White             Shaded woods; West. Rare.
  Easter flower        Pale purple       Western prairies.
  Flowering dogwood    White             Rocky, open woods; Middle States.
  Fly honeysuckle      Greenish-yellow   Rocky woods; Mass., Pa.
  Gay wings            Rose purple       Light soil; New England and
  Golden corydalis                       Rocky banks; Vt., Pa. Rare.
  Gold-thread          White             Bogs; throughout the States.
  Green hellebore      Green             Damp places; Long Island. Rare.
  Ivory plum           Bright white      Cold bogs; Maine woods. Rare.
  Jack-in-pulpit       Stripes of green
                         and white       Rich woods; North and South.
  Jersey tea, red-root White             Woods and groves; N. J. and
  Judas-tree, redbud   Purplish-red      Rich woods; N. Y., Pa., and
  Lady's-slipper       Greenish-white    Bogs and swamps; N. Y., Pa.
  Large climbing
    clematis           Light purple      Rocky New England hills. Rare.
  Meadow-rue           Yellowish         Fields and woods; Northward.
  Mountain heath       Drooping purple   Rocky hills; White Mountains, Vt.
  Mountain holly       White             Damp, cold woods; North and West.
  Mount. honeysuckle   Yellowish         Mountain woods and bogs; Mass.,
  N. American papaw    Lurid purple      Banks of streams; Pa. and South.
  Pepper-root          White             Rich woods; Middle States. Rare.
  Puccoon              Yellow            Shady woods; N. Y. and West.
  Red bane-berry       Rocky woods.      Common Northward.
  Red sandwort                           Sandy fields; sea-coast. Common.
  Rheumatism-root      White             Low woods; Middle States, West.
  Rhodora              Rose-color        Damp, cold New England woods.
  Scarlet corydalis                      Dry woods and fields; Northeast
                                           and West. Common.
  Sea sandwort         White             Atlantic coast, N. J. to
  Small buttercup      White             Under water; Maine to Texas.
  Small honeysuckle    Dull purple       Rocky banks; Northward.
  Spring beauty        Pink with deeper
                         lines           Sheltered fields; Middle States.
  Spring orchis        White, purple     Rich woods; New Eng., West,
  Squirrel-corn        White, purplish   Rocky woods; Canada to Ky.
  Star flower          White             Damp, shady New England woods.
  Straw lily           Straw-color       Cold swamps; Me. to Pa. Common.
  Sweet viburnum       White             Cold swamps; New England woods.
  Trillium             Dull purple       Rich woods; Northward. Common.
  Tulip-tree           Yellow, green     Southern New England, Middle
                                           States, West.
  Umbrella-leaf        White             Wet pastures; West and South.
  Violets (many)       Blue, white,
                         yellow          Fields, meadows, hills; Me. to
  Wayfaring-tree       White             Cold swamps; New England woods.
  White bane-berry                       Rich soil; North and West.
  Wild pink            Red, with white
                         spots           Sandy plains; N. J., West, and
  Wild hyacinth        Pale blue         River-banks, moist prairies;
  Withe-rod            White             Cold swamps; New England woods.
  Wood-rush            Straw-color and
                         brown           Dry fields and woods. Common.
  Wild strawberry      White             Fields, meadows; Maine to Texas.
  Yellowish clematis                     River-banks; Pa., N. Y. Rare.
  Yellow-root          Dark purple       River-banks; N. Y., Pa., and



BY S. B.

  Little Ruth looked at her dolly one day,
  Said: "Dolly, they wish me to give you away;
  They say you are old, and I know it's quite true;
  But, dolly, dear dolly, I can't part from you.

  "Your color has faded, your nose is quite gone,
  Yet I love you as well as the day you were born;
  You've great cracks on your face, and scarcely a hair,
  Yet, dolly, my dear, to me you are fair.

  "Though you're hurt, darling dolly, too often, I fear,
  But you are so brave that you won't shed a tear;
  And although you've one arm, one leg, and no nose,
  You're dearer to me because of your woes.

  "But what was the hardest and cruelest sting
  Was that father once called you a horrid old thing:
  He said, 'What a battered and wretched old fright!
  Do take her away, pray, out of my sight.'

  "And, dolly, he said that a new doll he'd buy;
  To find me a nice one he really would try;
  She should have two legs, and more than one arm:
  I am sure that papa did not mean any harm.

  "Pray what would they all say if I asked mamma
  To go out and buy me a nice new papa,
  Because father dear is old, bald, and gray?
  I should like very much to hear what _he'd_ say."

[Begun in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 24, April 18.]






The private life of Washington was very simple. He was very fond of
farming, and studied it carefully, as he seems to have studied
everything that he took in hand. Some of his letters to Arthur Young, a
great English traveller, who was also a writer on farming, are very
interesting. In reading them it is easy to forget the General and the
public man, and to think only of the painstaking planter, eager to know
what was the best way to plant his various crops, or to plough his
different fields. He liked shade trees greatly, and had a great many
kinds of them at Mount Vernon, set out under his own direction, and some
of them with his own hand. Some of my readers may yet see them on the
pleasant sloping banks of the Potomac, below the city of Washington.
Even among the cares of the camp and the battle-field Washington found
time nearly every week to write minute directions to his superintendent,
who had charge of his farm, telling him just what work to do each day,
and how to do it. When he got back to his home, he took up the task of
seeing to things himself with the greatest enjoyment. Every morning
after breakfast he mounted his horse and rode about his ample fields,
and he seldom let anything prevent his doing so--neither bad weather,
nor the claims of visitors, of whom he had a host, nor anything else. He
laid out his time on an exact system. Each morning he arose before
sunrise to write letters and to read, and on his return from his ride
over his estate he again went to his study, and staid there attending to
business until three o'clock in the afternoon. At three he dined, and
gave the rest of the day and evening to his family and his guests. At
ten he went to bed.

But he was not to enjoy this happy, peaceful life very long. His
countrymen needed him as much in peace as in war, and soon called him
again to public life. After the American States had cut loose from Great
Britain, they found that their common affairs did not get on very well.
They had borrowed a good deal of money to carry on the war, and the only
way to pay it was by each State giving its part. But the people of the
various States were jealous of each other, and quarrelled over the
amount they ought to pay. There was danger that the States would divide
from each other, and then be much less able to defend themselves against
foreign governments. Washington dreaded such a thing. He believed that
the only means by which the States could keep the freedom they had won
was by uniting closely. He wished to see a national government formed,
with power to raise money by equal taxes, to pay the common debts, and
to make war if need be. He wrote on this subject to many of his friends,
who agreed with him.

After a while, by general consent, each State chose some of its ablest
men to come together at Philadelphia and make a plan for a national
government which should take charge of all public affairs not belonging
to any one State by itself. This was done, and a plan was formed in the
year 1787, and adopted by the people of all the States. This was called
the Constitution of the United States. It set up a government of three
parts. First, there was Congress, made up of men chosen, in one way or
another, by the people. Congress was to make the laws. Second, there was
the President, chosen by the people, who was to see that the laws were
carried out and obeyed. The President was to be aided by a large number
of officers of various kinds, whom he was to choose, with the consent of
a part of Congress called the Senate. Finally, there were the Judges,
who were to decide any disputes that might come up about the meaning of
the laws. The Judges were also chosen by the President, with the help
and consent of the Senate.

Of course the one man in the government who had more to do with it than
any other was the President. As soon as it was seen that the new
Constitution would be taken by the people, every one turned to General
Washington as sure to make the best President. He had shown himself so
wise and true in war, how could he be otherwise in peace? People knew
that he would try to do his whole duty, and serve the country at any
cost to himself. It was the same feeling the boys in school had had
forty years before, when they chose him to be their captain, and left
all their quarrels to him to settle. So Washington was elected
President, and though he disliked to leave his tranquil home, his
fields, and his trees and his horses, he felt that it was his duty to do
so, and promptly accepted the office.




He was all by himself in as pretty a patch of sunny green meadow-land as
you could wish to see, yet he had plenty of company. To say nothing of
the birds chattering on the fence, the tall thick grass was as full of
hopping, fluttering, and creeping things as a wheat beard is of grain.
These tiny little creatures seemed to find life so pleasant and
comfortable, and the glisten and "swish" of John Goodnow's scythe so
very odd and amusing, that they kept only a little out of his way as he
mowed, and when he stopped to whet his scythe they flocked around and
settled on his boot-legs, on the brim of his hat, and even in the
creases of his shirt sleeves, to see how he did it.

John Goodnow was just sixteen. He was a manly boy, strong, straight, and
good-looking. He had plenty of spirit and energy, and liked what he was
doing well enough; but he had some ideas in his head which made him
think he could do something else much--very much--better.

John's father did not happen to think about John as John thought about
himself. This very often happens between parents and their children.
Your parents are older and wiser than you, but then you boys and girls
often think a great deal more, and with more good sense, than you get
credit for. When your parents do not think as you do about what you are
to be and do in life, it is hard to tell which is wisest, and there is
no sure rule to help you out; but I will tell you one little thing that
I think it will be good for you to remember; it is very much in your own
power to decide for yourself, to _get your own way by giving it up_, as
John did.

"I wish father could see this as I do," John thought.

He had put the whetstone in his pocket, and was once more leaning to the

"Of course I _can_ be a farmer, and of course farmers are as necessary
as Presidents; and a farmer can be a President, and eat potatoes and
corn in the White House, instead of hoeing and hilling them in the
field. But I want to be a lawyer, and that settles it for me. I just
wish it would do as much for father. He _did_ look queer when I told him
I didn't believe a lawyer that was always hankerin' after a farm would
amount to much in lawyerin'. Mother said, 'Do let the boy have his way;
it's his life he's got to live, you know, not yours.'

"She's so sensible, and just the best mother in the world. I made up my
mind, when she said that, that if I did get my way, I'd just like to be
the one to fix Uncle Si. Stingy old fellow! I'd make him pay mother what
he owes her. Guess he knows it, an' that's why he looks at me so sour,
and tells father to 'keep him at the plough; he'll never come to nuthin'
moonin' over them lyin' lawyer books.'"

John smiled, with a bright, mischievous look, as if he had already won
the case against his uncle.

Then he whistled till he came to the end of the swath. He liked the
sweet, fresh smell that rose from the cut grass.

"I know farming is good, useful work," he thought, "and pleasant, when
any one likes it; but I want to do what I can do best, and I'm sure it's
law. When things happen, I want to know how they happen, and who was
wrong, and how to fix things so that they'll happen right. It just makes
me tingle all over when I can get hold of a case, and read up all about
it, and I can talk it over with, mother. She's smarter'n a steel-trap,
and might have been a lawyer herself. But I can't show off to father at
all. He shuts right down on me so--almost makes me think I don't know
anything, after all. He's a real good father, though, and I hate to
disappoint him."

John set his lips, and his young face looked troubled. He cut the swath
very neatly to the edge of the brook as he went along.

"I told him I'd say no more about it now," John went on thinking, as he
looked at the pretty rippling stream, which kept up such a merry little
song over its round pebbles, "and I promised him I'd stick to the farm
for this year, and do my best to like it, and so I will. Mother said,
'It isn't because he doesn't like you to be a lawyer; it's because he
thinks you aren't old enough to judge, and he thinks good farming is the
best and noblest work in the world, and that you can't help liking it if
you try. But he won't stand in your way a moment, my boy, when he sees
that you know your own mind. You just yield to him first, and he'll
yield to you last.'"

[Illustration: NOON-TIME IN THE MEADOW.]

It was nearing noon, and the sun was hot. John lifted his hat just
enough to wipe his forehead; then resting the scythe upon the bank, he
leaned against its curving handle. He looked well as he stood there,
like a boy who would one day be a man of purpose, and will to carry out
his purpose. He was tired, just tired enough to make rest sweet. He
looked across the little hollow at the foot of the meadow toward his
home. He was very hungry, and glad to see a little girl coming down the
path through the hollow with a pail in her hand. "Thank goodness!
there's Kitty coming with the lunch. I'm hungry enough to eat a crow,
feathers and all. I know just what's in that pail--ham sandwich, a big
slice of brown-bread, bottle of milk or sweetened water, and some of
mother's apple-pie, with a slice of cheese. Hurry up!" he shouted aloud,
in a strong, pleasant voice--"hurry up, Kitty dear; I'm as hungry as a

When the end of the year came, Mr. Goodnow did not wait for John to
speak. On New-Year's Eve, just before bed-time, he laid down his paper,
crossed the room, put his hand on John's shoulder, and, as if only an
hour instead of seven months had passed since he had last spoken of what
he wished John to be, he said, "Well, my boy, speak out: will ye be
farmer or lawyer?"

John rose quickly, and looked at his father. "I will be a lawyer, if I
can," said he. "But, father, I do wish you could like it;" and his voice
trembled a little.

"I do like it--I like it very much," said Mr. Goodnow, quickly; "for if
ye can do so well as ye have done at a work ye don't take to, I'm sure
ye'll prove a master-hand at what yer heart's so sot on. Ye've helped me
in my way, and I'll help ye in yourn. Ye shall have the best schoolin'
in law that money can buy, and ye've shown ye'll do the rest yourself.
Happy New-Year, my boy!" Mr. Goodnow held out his hand, and John took it
with a grip that made his father wince and smile at the same time.

Then John went to his mother, who, of course, knew all about it, and was
as happy, yes, happier, than her boy over the happiness which he had
earned so well. When he went to his own room, he was so busy thinking,
that it was some time before he looked up; but when he did he started,
and shouted "Jerusalem!" as if the word had been a bullet and he the
gun. On the wall over the table were three pictures which had not been
there before. One was of Charles Sumner, one of Rufus Choate, and one of
Abraham Lincoln. On the table beneath was this note in his mother's

     "I want you, my own good boy, to learn what you attempt to know as
     thoroughly, and do what you believe to be right as fearlessly, as
     Charles Sumner did. Rufus Choate had the great power to so move
     men's minds that they were like something melted which he could
     shape as he chose. If you can be as brave, tender, and good as
     Abraham Lincoln was, I shall wish with all my heart that you may
     have power like Rufus Choate's and opportunity like Charles
     Sumner's. You mustn't fret about father. He's as pleased and
     satisfied as we are. You won him just as I told you you would, by
     yielding. It is more than a month since he brought home the books
     you will find on your table. They are for your first term in the
     law-school. Now good-night, and a happy New-Year from your loving


Under the books on the table lay a flat package which his mother did not
know about, as Mr. Goodnow had slyly placed it there the last thing
before John went up to bed. John untied it, and found a fine picture of
Horace Greeley, and this note from his father:

     "You needn't be afraid of putting Horace Greeley along of them
     chaps your mother has given you. He can stand it if they can; and
     they'll make a good beginning of your picter-gallery. I've heard
     tell of lawyers getting to be editors, too, afore now. If you
     should ever run a paper, what you know about farming won't hurt it

Many years have passed away since John talked with himself as he mowed
the home meadow on that pleasant summer morning. If I should tell you
the real name of John Goodnow, you would know at once how well his good
mother's wish had been granted in the noble career of her well-known
son. And there isn't a father in the land prouder of his son than Farmer
Goodnow of his son, Judge ----.



"What am I a-stoppin' for? Why, this 'ere's the eend of the road. It's
as fur as I can git, even with one hoss and a buckboard."

It looked like it, for the wood road had been getting dreadfully scrubby
for a mile or so.

"Wade, was it like this when you and your father and the rest were here

"A good deal like it. How far are we from Pot Lake now, Mr. Jones?"

The queer-looking old teamster was busily unfastening several small
packages from the broad "buckboard" of his rude wagon, but he looked
gruffly up to say, "'Baout a mile 'n' a half."

"It's all of that, Sid, but it's of no use to grumble. We've got to foot
it the rest of the way. It's a plain enough path."

"Foot it! And lug all that?"

"Guess you'll be glad there ain't any more of it afore ye git thar."

Mr. Jones was right, for they were both of them glad already,
considering how warm a day it was.

Neither of the boys was much over sixteen, but Wade Norton looked the
older of the two, although his companion was fully as tall and strong.
Standing together, they made a good "specimen pair" of vigorous,
bright-eyed, self-reliant youngsters.

In three minutes more Mr. Jones and his pony and his buckboard were out
of sight among the trees, and Sid and Wade were left to their own

It was seven miles due south, and a good deal longer by the road, to the
nearest clearing, and all to the north of them was wilderness--woods,
lakes, and mountains.

"Now, Wade, how'll we divide the load? There's a heap of it."

"Guess we won't divide it. I'll show you--here's the hatchet."

"Go ahead. I'm a greenhorn yet. What are you going to do?"

Wade was too busy to answer, but he quickly had a pair of very slender
ash saplings hacked down, trimmed clean, and laid side by side about two
feet apart. To these he tied a couple of cross-sticks, six feet from
each other. Then he spread his blanket on the ground, laid the frame in
the middle, folded the blanket across, and pinned it firmly.

"Looks like a litter," said Sid.

"That's what it is. Put the tin box of hard-tack in the middle. It's the
heaviest thing we've got; weighs ten pounds. Now the bacon; that only
weighs five. Now the other things. The guns ain't loaded; lay 'em along
the sides. And the fishing-rods. Now we're ready."

One boy in front between the poles, and one behind, and it was a
pleasant surprise to Sid to find how easy it worked. Still, it was a
dreadfully long and warm mile and a half over that rough forest path
before they came out on the slope that led down to the blue waters of
Pot Lake.

"It's just beautiful," said Sid, as they set down their load for a rest
and a look.

"Hist! Let me get my gun."

A cartridge was slipped in like a flash; and then there came another
flash, and a report.

"Thought you said it was unsportsmanlike to kill a partridge sitting?"

"So it is, my boy; but it's a question of dinner. Our breakfast was an
early one. Look at 'em, will you?"

Sid was looking, and there was a very strong suggestion of dinner in
that pair of barely full-grown young birds. Fat, plump, the very thing
for a boy whose breakfast had been eaten early. There was a sort of
natural "open" on that side of the little lake, and Wade led the way
straight to it.

"Just as I expected. The old shanty's knocked all to pieces. The boards
and the nails are there, though. They may be good for something."

"What next? Shall I unpack?"

"Hold up, Sid. Yes, there's the spring. Down yonder; that's where we'll
pitch our tent."

"Needn't do that, yet awhile."

"First thing always. We're not in camp till the tent's up."

"Go ahead. Don't you wish you had the tent poles here now?"

"Not if I had 'em to carry besides the other things. We can cut all we

As they talked they walked, and they were now standing by the spring, on
the slope, not more than a hundred yards from the shore.

"There's the place for the tent."

"Isn't one spot as good as another?" asked Sid.

"You don't want to sleep slanting, do you? That isn't all, either. That
little hump of ground in front of it's a tiptop fire-place."

"Don't look much like one."

"You'll see. Come on and let's cut some tent poles."

Two five-foot sticks, each with a "crotch" at the upper end, were soon
set in the ground about six feet apart, and a ridge pole laid across

"You haven't set 'em deep enough," said Sid. "They'd go over too easy."

"No they won't. The strength of a tent is in the canvas and pegs, not in
the poles," said Wade.

He was unrolling the great square piece of strong but light "cotton
duck," and in a moment more it was flapping over the poles.

"Stretch it well, and peg it strong. That tent won't blow down."

"Can't stand up in it."

"That isn't what it's for. In with the supplies. The sun's as bad as
rain would be, for part of 'em, spite of the tin boxes."

"Nothing extra--not even butter."

"Butter? There's one roll of it, but the bacon's the butter for us. Now
for the butcher-knives. We must ditch our tent."

"What for?"

"To drain away the water, if it rains. We must cut a V."

The apex of the V was cut pretty deeply on the slope above the tent, and
the arms were cut around it till they led out below.

"Water doesn't run up hill," said Sid. "We're drained. What next?"


"A day like this? Are you going to cook right away? I'd rather try the
lake for some fish."

"Of course we will. But it takes an hour for an open fire to be fit to
cook by. Got to have plenty of coals and ashes."

Fuel was plentiful enough, and a rousing fire was speedily blazing on
the little hump of ground, a rod in front of the tent.

"Not near enough to set anything on fire. If that hump hadn't been
there, we'd have made one."

As it was, he had levelled it on top a little, and the surface so made
was barely two feet across.

Sid was a little curious about such a fire-place, but decided to wait
and see what his friend meant.

Wade's father was an old army officer, and had taken his boy with him on
more than one "camping-out" excursion, while Sid was taking his very
first lesson.

"That'll do. Now for some fish. You go ahead, while I pluck the

"Guess not. I can do that as well as you can. Give me one of 'em."

It was easy work to strip the tender game and hang it in the tent, but
the boys were thoroughly tired of mere "going into camp" by the time
they started for the lake.

"Hullo, Sid! If there isn't the old dug-out floating yet!"

"That thing out there by the snag? We can't get at her."

"Can't we? Can't you swim as far as that? I can."

"Swim? Oh yes, of course we can. Shall you go now?"

"Why, no; not till we get in fish enough for dinner."

"That's it. We're Indians. Got to fish, hunt, or starve--or live on
hard-tack and bacon."

Pot Lake was a great place for trout, and both of the boys knew how to
handle a rod.

"No three-inchers; none of your speckled minnows," shouted Sid, as he
landed a half-pound beauty.

"Here comes a bigger one. Oh, but isn't this fun?"

"Better fun than going into camp."

"Or tramping through the woods with a load. But don't you begin to feel

"Begin? Well, you may say begin if you want to. Seems to me I began a
little while after breakfast," replied Sid.

They had caught more fish than any two boys could eat; but Sid's first
remark on reaching the tent with them was, "I do hate cleaning fish."

"Clean fish? Out here in the woods? While we're Indians? You wait till I
find a bass-wood tree."

There were plenty of lindens, or bass-woods, in that vicinity, and the
broad flat leaves were as good as brown paper to wrap up a trout in,
fold over fold.

The fire had now burned long enough to supply Wade with a heap of hot
ashes, which he raked out on one edge of it. All the little coals were
carefully poked aside, the leaf-covered trout were put down and
smothered an inch deep in their ashy bed, and then a pile of glowing
cinders was raked over them.

"They'll cook, Sid. You go to the lake for a kettle of water, while I
get out the frying-pan and the coffee-pot."

"Frying-pan! We won't need any bacon with all those fish and the

"We'll only broil one bird, but we must have some hard-tack. I'll show

Sid went for the water, but when he got back Wade was putting the
frying-pan on a bed of coals, with a couple of thin slices of bacon in


"They look lonely," said Sid.

"They'll have company enough. This coffee smells first rate."

"No milk, Wade, and nothing to settle it with."

"I thought I'd surprise you, Sid. I've brought some little cans of
condensed milk."

"Why not a big can?"

"Spoils after it's opened, just like other milk."

"Next thing to having a cow. But, oh, won't the coffee be muddy!"

"I guess not. There, the bacon's beginning to fry."

Half a dozen ship biscuit, hard as dinner plates, were dipped for a
moment in the water, and quickly transferred to the frying-pan.

It was wonderful how puffed up and soft they became, and what a fine
flavor of bacon improved their taste when it came time to eat them.

Wade was at his coffee-pot before that, however.

Two heaping table-spoonfuls of the ground coffee were first poured into
one of the tin cups, which were all the "table crockery" in that camp,
and just covered with cold water.

That had been done before the bacon was put on, and now the coffee-pot
full of water was sitting on a bed of coals and beginning to steam.

"She's boiling," shouted Sid.

In went the contents of the tin cup, and on went the cover.

"Let her boil awhile."

"The hard-tack's a-swelling."

"The fish must be done, too. Now for settling."

The cover of the coffee-pot was lifted, and half a cupful of cold water
was suddenly dashed in, and then the pot was lifted from the coals to
the grass.

"Let her stand a bit. Now for the fish. Have your tin plate ready."

"Ain't they splendid?"

So they were, when they were dug out from the ashes, their leafy coats
removed; and Sid discovered that by a careful use of his fork and
fingers all the parts of the fish that he did not want seemed to come
away together. A little salt and pepper improved both them and the
hard-tack, and the coffee poured out beautifully clear and strong.

Just as he and Sid were getting ready to begin their meal, however, Wade
took one of the partridges and spread him flat on the forks of a long
crooked branch he had cut.

"That'll hold him just high enough above the coals."

"Yes, but you stuck him right into the heat, first thing."

"Always. That shuts up his outside coat, so he won't lose all his juice
in broiling. Cook him slow, now. I've put a little salt and pepper on
him, and a piece of butter as big as a chestnut. He'll do."

"We can't eat all we're cooking."

"Take our time to it."

So they did, and Wade went so far as to clean a small trout, and show
Sid how to fry him.

"Always break up a little hard-tack fine as you can, and sprinkle it on
the bottom of the frying-pan as soon as your bacon fat begins to smoke.
Then your fish won't stick, unless your pan's too hot. You must look out
for that."

Dinner was over at last, and then the boys went to the edge of the woods
for a couple of strong forked stakes and a cross-stick to hang their
kettle on.

"What are you setting the crotches so far from the fire for?" asked Sid.

"So they won't burn down. Besides, when you don't want your kettle on
the fire, you can just slide it along; needn't take it off every time."

"Look, Wade--the sky isn't as clear as it was."

"That's so. May have rain. We must cut our bedding and lay in our

Plenty of small hemlock boughs were heaped on the bottom of the tent to
spread their blankets on; and Sid almost rebelled at the amount of dry
wood Wade insisted on piling up.

"May rain all day to-morrow, Sid. We must catch a lot of fish to-night."

"What are all these great slabs of bark for? Kindling?"

"I'll show you. It's mean work starting an open fire with wet wood."

The first day in camp was clearly a day of hard work; but the fish
seemed to bite better than ever as the sun went down, and the boys had
each a capital "string" before supper-time.

The old dug-out canoe was swam after, and brought to the shore.

"We can use it, Sid. It was a tottlish thing to get into, till father
nailed a keel-board on the bottom of it. We'll bail it out to-morrow.
I'm too tired for that sort of fun now."

"So am I. Let's go for supper. Let me make the coffee this time."

"All right. But don't put any more wood on the fire. I'll broil some
fish instead of frying them. Clean 'em, and split 'em down along the
backbone inside, and they'll lie flat. Spread 'em on a forked stick, so
they won't touch the coals and ashes. Season 'em just a little."

Sid decided afterward that there was very little to be said against
broiled trout.

They were both of them tired enough to go to bed early, but it was
hardly eight o'clock when the rain-drops began to patter on the tent

"We must keep our fire, Sid," said Wade.

He was raking' it from the top of the "hump" as he spoke, and putting
down there several solid pieces of dry wood. These he covered with the
live coals and burning fragments, and these again with ashes; and then
he made over all a sort of conical "wigwam" of his slabs of bark,
putting flat stones against them at the bottom, so they would not easily
blow away.

"Couldn't do that with too big a fire. Always make a camp fire as small
as possible, so my father told me. That'll keep, if it rains ever so

"It's going to do that. Will our fish be safe?"

"Hanging in the water by the canoe? Of course they will. Who'll steal
'em? They'll be fresh, too, in the morning. We can't live on fish,
though. I can show you twenty ways of cooking birds."

They had crept into the tent now, and the rain was pelting harder and

"Glad the tent's well ditched," said Wade. "We'll be as dry as two

"Oh, but isn't it fun! But I tell you what, Wade Norton, I feel as if I
wanted to sleep about twenty-four hours."



The French are a very merry nation, and for their fête or festival days
have many jolly games to amuse both the children and older people. In
one of these a weighted string is hung up at one end of a tent, and the
children, starting from the other end, try to cut it with a pair of
scissors. This would be easy enough, were it not that each player is
blindfolded by a great hollow head with a grinning, ugly face, something
like the comic masks we see in the shop windows. There are no holes for
the eyes, and the head rests down on the shoulders of the player, like a
great extinguisher, making her look like the caricatures in which little
bodies are represented with big heads. The player turns around several
times before starting, and having no idea of the proper direction,
sometimes walks toward the sides, and snips the scissors in the faces of
the spectators. A drummer marches toward the string, making a loud noise
with his drum, but the sound oftener confuses than guides. If the player
really succeeds in cutting the string, a present is awarded as a prize.

The same play-ground also serves at night as a dancing hall, for the
French are very fond of dancing. Here is a little poem about French
fêtes, which perhaps some of your grandparents will remember, as it was
written about sixty years ago.

  "Come with the fiddle, and play us a tune or two;
    Lasses and lads, bring your dancing-shoes.
  Here on the green is the light of the moon for you--
    None but the lazy or lame can refuse.
            Jig it with tweedledum,
            Let frolic wheedle 'em,
    Making Anxiety laugh as she views.

  "Come, little Annette, with tresses all curling bright,
    Sporting and frisking like lambkin or kid,
  Foot it so sprightly, and dance it all down aright--
    Never for languor shall Annette be chid.
            Right hand and left again,
            Round about set amain,
    Jokingly, laughingly, just as you're bid.

  "See, there is Lubin and Javotte already there--
    Hark! 'tis the fife and the jerked tambourine--
  Mother and granddad sitting all steady there,
    Smiling and nodding, enjoying the scene.
            They will delighted be,
            While all benighted we
    Dance in the moonlight that checkers the green.

  "Farewell to misery, poverty, sorrowing;
    While we've a fiddle we gayly will dance;
  Supper we've none, nor can we go borrowing;
    Dance and forget is the fashion of France.
            Long live gay jollity!
            'Tis a good quality--
    Caper all, sing all, and laugh all, and prance."


As most of the young people love dogs, and many of them own one or more
of these faithful pets, they will, perhaps, be glad of a few hints as to
their proper care and treatment.

Dogs are subject to accidents, and swellings or tumors of various kinds
on different parts of the body; and in such cases, if you do not know
just what to do, it is better to consult some good authority, such as
the editor of a first-class sporting paper, than to try experiments
which may or may not be for the good of your favorite. In order that you
may be able to describe minutely and accurately the part of the animal's
body where the trouble seems to be, the diagram showing the "points" of
a dog is given:

[Illustration: POINTS OF A DOG.

1. Nose.

2. Flews.

3. Nasal bone.

4. The stop.

5. The skull.

6. Occipital bone.

7. Dewlap.

8. Front of chest.

9. Top of the shoulder.

10. Top of the hip.

11. Shoulder-blade.

12. The rump.

13. The arm.

14. The elbow.

15. The fore-arm.

16. The knee.

17. The stifle joint.

18. The hock.

19. The tail; called in some breeds the flag, in others the brush, and
generally in sporting dogs the stern.

20. The chest.

21. The pastern.]

Nearly all dogs enjoy an occasional washing, and if they do not get it,
their skin is apt to become foul, and vermin may collect, which will
prove very troublesome and difficult to remove. When the dog is to be
washed, get two large buckets full of soft water, a rough towel, and a
cake of Spratt's soap, for which you may be obliged to send to a
dog-fancier. The water in one bucket should be lukewarm, and that in the
other cold. Tie the dog in the yard or on the grass under a tree, and
begin by pouring a little of the warm water on his shoulder, at the same
time rubbing on the soap. Keep on in this way until every inch of the
dog's body is covered with a lather, washing the head last, and taking
care not to let the soapy water get into either his eyes or ears.

After the dog is thus thoroughly covered with lather, wash it off with
clean warm water, at the same time gently squeezing the hide and rubbing
downward. When the soap is all rinsed off, dash a few dipperfuls of cold
water over the dog, and rub his jacket briskly with the rough towel.
Then untie him and let him have a good run, after which, and when his
coat is nearly dry, is the time to give him a thorough combing and
grooming, carefully unravelling every bit of tangle or "mat" you may
find in his feather. (The long hair of a dog is called his "feather,"
not feathers.)

In order that a dog may be kept in good health, his kennel requires
frequent attention. Not only should the bedding be always sweet and dry,
but the place should be occasionally scrubbed with soap and boiling
water, and left to become thoroughly dry in the sun before it is again

If your dog has a collar--and every well-behaved dog deserves a pretty
collar to wear when he goes out for a walk--be sure and take it off as
soon as he comes in. Remember, also, that while the outside of the
collar must be kept clean and bright in order to look well, it is very
important for the good of the dog that the _inside_ should be kept clean
as well, and not allowed to become foul.


Very strange dishes came upon the board at our New-Year's dinner at the
hotel in Tokio. A preliminary pipe of mild tobacco was handed around.
The tobacco was too mild an affair altogether to take the edge off one's
appetite, if intended for that purpose. The first course consisted of
sweetmeats, served upon lacquered plates. The whole meal was of a
Frenchified character. Balls of golden, scarlet, and green jellies were
among the things in this dish; rice, flour, and sugar made up the
constituents of the other parts of it. Saki (rice spirit) and the
ever-present tea were then served round. The second course consisted of
soup, into which were shredded hard-boiled eggs. This was served in
bowls, but without spoons. I had, however, my purchased spoon, fork, and
knife always with me, and so escaped trouble. Then came a very strange
dish: it was a collop cut from a living fish wriggling on the sideboard.
The Japs are a great fish-eating folk, and this raw fish-eating is quite
common. The steak cut for Bruce from the living ox, told of in his
Abyssinian travels, occurred to one's memory. The live tidbit is
supposed to be eaten with the Japanese "Soy"--a sauce that makes
everything palatable--but I let my portion of it pass. It is not
possible to comply with all Japanese fashions at once. Time is necessary
to the acquirement of taste. Cooked fish was next served, and that in
great variety, including shell-fish. A sort of lime or small lemon was
used as the flavoring to this dish. Then came boiled beans, with ginger
roots, and some fried fish and horse-radish. To follow that came boiled
fish and clams, the latter cut up, and served with pears. Rice in
tea-cups followed, and then a salad, and the dishes were ended. The hot
saki and tea cups were sent round after each course. The health of our
landlord was proposed in Japanese, and drunk in saki. He then rose to
reply. I thought that he would never have done bowing before he began to
speak. He appeared to speak very well, and easily.



Of the four little housekeepers, Patty, the eldest, who was fifteen, was
chief. Johnny came next. He was housekeeper number two. And then there
was Katie, who was eleven, and Nan, nine. Their mother had died two
years before, and when the housekeeper left, about a year afterward,
Patty, in all the dignity of her fourteen years, decided to dispense
with help in future, and that they could do the work among themselves.
Mr. Harvey was absorbed in his business, and never greatly disturbed by
any irregularities in his household, provided the children were
generally peaceable and happy.

So Patty's decision was allowed to stand. Housekeeping had seemed a very
easy thing to her, as she had seen her mother go about quietly doing one
thing after another, without hurry or confusion. But she found doing the
same things herself to be another thing. Oh, the trouble they had with
the cooking! The same fire that would not bake the biscuits burned the
steak to a crisp. After repeated efforts and experiments, however,
bread, steak, and potatoes that could be eaten appeared on the table.

Then they decided to try some cake. Patty, and Johnny, who was always
ready to help, knit their brows and puzzled their brains over the
recipes. Johnny volunteered to read the directions from the cook-book,
while Patty measured and mixed the ingredients.

He read, "'Four eggs, two cups sugar--'"

"Stop, Johnny--don't read so fast. I wonder if the eggs ought to be

"Course they ought to; sh'd think any goose'd know that," said Johnny,

"I don't believe they ought to be; the recipe doesn't say anything about
beating." So the eggs were broken in with the sugar, and they were
stirred together. Then the butter--a liberal quantity--and milk and
flour. "'Two tea-spoons cream-tartar; flavor to taste,'" read Johnny.

At length the cake was in the oven, and they watched and waited for it
to rise. But it never rose. The fire was made quick; then it was allowed
to burn slower; still the cake was an inch below the top of the pan.
More than an hour passed, then Patty took it from the oven. What could
be the trouble? It was as heavy as lead. Johnny read the recipe over
again carefully. "'One tea-spoonful soda'--that's the trouble, Pat; we
forgot the soda."

Katie was the most unfortunate of the housekeepers. If she trimmed the
lamps, she was sure to spill the oil; if she cooked the dinner, in spite
of her wisest precautions it was sure to be burned. And Johnny used
laughingly to warn her against looking at stakes, or nails, or twigs, as
a rent in her dress was sure to be the result.

Then there was Nan. She did so hate dish-washing! Sometimes, if in the
very midst of hot water and rattling crockery, she saw her girl friends
outside at play, away she would go, not thinking again of her unfinished
task until returning, perhaps half an hour afterward, she would find the
towels wet and the water cold in the pan.

And it must be confessed that sometimes even Patty herself would drop
her broom, and at the same time her dignity, and join the children, as
eager as any of them, forgetful of the dinner hour and the uncooked

But the sewing--making the clothes--was the worst. Patty was so proud
that she would not ask help from anybody--no, not if she ruined her
eyes, and worked her fingers to the bone. Garments were picked to
pieces, stitch by stitch, to learn how they were made. Dresses were
puzzled over, and pulled this way and that; a little cut off here and a
piece sewed on there to make them fit.

But now was coming the tug of war. In a week would be the examination at
the grammar school to which Nan went, and she had not a thing fit to

Patty wondered what she should do. She consulted her father.

"Why, buy her a dress," he said.

"But I can not buy one all made."

"Make her one, then," and he laid a crisp bill on the table.

So Patty was left to manage as best she might. Taking Nan with her, she
went first to the shoe store, where she selected a pair of the
daintiest, nicest-fitting boots; then to the dry-goods store, where she
bought a number of yards of some sort of twilled goods of a lovely shade
of blue. With these, a lace bib, and a large blue bow for her hair,
Patty thought Nan would look very pretty.

Purchasing the material had been quite easy; but now came the cutting
and making of the dress. The dresses of other girls were studied,
fashion plates consulted by all the little housekeepers, and at last a
style was decided upon. Then there was a laying on of patterns, and
cutting, and basting, and ripping out, and sewing together, till at last
the dress was completed. It is true that it was a little too long on the
shoulder, and a little too short under the arm, and a little too scant
in the skirt. But it was pretty, and the effect was good.

At length the day before examination came, and everything was ready. The
lace had been basted into the sleeves, and the dress, French kid boots,
bow, and collar were laid away in the best chamber.

But just before dark a lady living in another part of the city sent for
Patty to come and spend the night with her, as she was alone. How could
she go? There was Nan to be dressed in the morning. But then she could
not disappoint her kind friend; so, after giving Katie and Nan many
directions for the morning, she left them, promising to meet them at the

The next morning Johnny got the breakfast, and Nan and Katie cleared
away the dishes. Then they went up stairs to dress. Nan had just
finished her hair, having pinned on the blue bow, and was surveying its
effect in the glass, when the sound of music on the street, just in
front of the house, attracted her attention. She rushed to the window.
There was a chariot painted in gay colors, and men in scarlet and gold
uniforms, and such music! The new dress was forgotten, and she flew down
stairs and out of the door. With a troop of children she followed the
gaudy chariot and gayly caparisoned horses from street to street.

At length, before she realized how far she had gone, she found herself
before the school-house door, and the clock was striking nine. There was
no time to go back. She thought of the new dress. No matter; she had on
the blue bow.

Patty had gone directly to the school-house, instead of first going
home, and was awaiting Nan's appearance.

The bell rang for the second class to come down; and though trying to be
calm and dignified, Patty could not help leaning eagerly forward, as the
girls came trooping into the recitation-room. She wanted to see how Nan
looked in the new blue dress and neat boots.

One by one the girls pushed forward and took their seats, until at
last-- Could that be Nan? Poor Patty's cheeks burned with mortification
as she saw her pressing eagerly forward among the rest, her freckled
face beaming with satisfaction. Instead of the beautiful blue dress, she
had on a faded calico, considerably outgrown, and her coarse every-day
boots with copper tips, half laced up, and much the worse for wear. But,
in striking contrast, the blue bow was perched proudly on the top of her
head. Then she had forgotten her pocket-handkerchief, and poor Patty was
anything but soothed by the snuffs that she gave from time to time.

But when the recitations were heard Nan's dress was forgotten. Her
answers were prompt, correct, and distinct; and Patty's feelings were
somewhat soothed by the looks and words of praise that passed from one
to another of the examining committee, as Nan, still fresh and
unwearied, answered the last question correctly.

Then came the awarding of prizes. The silence of expectancy reigned in
the school-room, unbroken, save by the whispered consultation of
teachers and examiners. At last the principal called the second class
forward to the recitation seats.

As the girls passed down the aisles, another great wave of mortification
swept over poor Patty, as Nan, in striking contrast to the other girls,
in their pretty dresses, still careless and eager, pressed forward among
the rest. When the girls reached their places, and all had become quiet,
one of the committee rose and said: "You have all done well. I am
pleased with the interest which you seem to manifest in your school and
studies, and with the industry and application shown by your ready
responses. But for prompt, correct, and distinct answers, which her
teachers tell me have been uniform throughout the term, I award to Miss
Nannie Harvey the first prize." And as Nan, bright and unconscious as
ever, stepped forward to receive it, an almost audible smile passed
round the room, mingled with a murmur of applause.

But after this, as they trudged home together, Patty was almost as
forgetful as Nan of the shabby dress and thick half-worn shoes.



BY K. M. M.

  Listen! No; you can not hear them;
    Never do they make a sound,
  All these thousand sweet blue flowers
    Starting up from out the ground.

  Scattered are they up the hill-side,
    Hidden in the woodland nooks,
  Sprinkled over sunny meadows,
    Nestled close by sparkling brooks.

  Where, I wonder, have they sprung from?
    Do they live in worlds below?
  Have they slept the livelong winter
    Underneath the soft white snow?

  Ah! if only they had voices,
    What strange stories they might tell
  Of the land where winsome fairies
    With the flowers love to dwell!

  Oh, you dainty wee blue flowers!
    Brightest roses June may bring,
  But they can not match your sweetness,
    Gentle messengers of spring.



[Illustration: FIG. 1.--EMBROIDERED WORK-BAG.]

This pretty work-bag has a foundation of splints, wicker-work, Manila
braid, or whatever material of the kind may be found most convenient,
fourteen inches and seven-eighths long and ten inches and a half wide,
which is sloped off on the corners, and trimmed with two strips of
embroidery, separated by a bias strip of blue satin, which is turned
down on the edges an inch wide on the wrong side, and gathered so as to
form a puff. The embroidered strips are worked on a foundation of white
cloth as shown by Fig. 2. For the corn-flowers use blue silk, and work
them in chain stitch. The calyxes are worked in satin stitch with moss
green silk, and the lilies-of-the-valley with white silk. The stems and
sprays are worked in tent and herring-bone stitch with green silk in
several shades. For the ends cut of blue satin two pieces each six
inches and a half wide and seven inches and a quarter high, fold down
the upper edge an inch and a quarter wide on the wrong side, and gather
it twice. Having sloped off the lower corners of these parts, pleat
them, and join them with the foundation. For the bag cut of blue satin
one piece twenty-four inches wide and ten inches and a half high, sew it
up on the sides, and fold down the upper edge two inches and a half wide
on the wrong side, for a shirr, through which blue silk cord is run, and
sew it to the upper edge of the foundation on the wrong side. The
work-bag is trimmed on the outside with a ruche of blue satin ribbon
seven-eighths of an inch wide. Light gray instead of white cloth forms a
pretty and more serviceable foundation for the embroidered strips.
Little girls who do not know how to embroider may make a very handsome
work-bag from this pattern by using ribbon brocaded in bright colors, or
a double row of ruching around the edge in the place of the embroidery.
Bamboo handle.

[Illustration: FIG. 2.--BORDER FOR WORK-BAG.]




  I am the lad in the cadet gray--
  Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-tat, hey!
    My buttons are bright, my jacket is tight,
    My step is a soldier's, quick and light;
    I'm ready to dance, I'm ready to fight--
  Hurrah! hurrah! for the boy in gray.

  I am the lad in the cadet gray--
  Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-tat, hey!
    The bugle wakes me at dawn of day;
    I'm out at drill in the morning gray,
    Prompt and trig, not a hair astray--
  Hurrah! hurrah! for the boy in gray.

  I am the lad in the cadet gray--
  Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-tat, hey!
    My hardest tasks are cheerfully done;
    I'm under orders from sun to sun;
    You should see me handle sword and gun--
  Hurrah! hurrah! for the boy in gray.

  I am the lad in the cadet gray--
  Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, rat-tat, hey!
    At "four-o'clocks," and at dress parade,
    My chevrons, buttons, and fancy braid
    Win smiles from many a lovely maid
  For the handsome lad in cadet gray.

  For the lad in gray the drum is rolled--
  Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, quick and bold;
    And when the days of drilling are through,
    This is the thing that I shall do:
    Doff cadet gray for the army blue--
  The army blue with its stars of gold.

  Braver and freer a thousandfold--
  Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat, true and bold.
    Pistols and sword in my silken sash,
    After my country's foes I'll dash,
    Where muskets rattle and sabres clash--
  Hurrah! for the army blue and gold.

  Hurrah! for the lad so brave and true,
  In cadet gray or in army blue.
    On his heart he wears his country's name,
    And his hand will keep her spotless fame;
    In gray or blue he is just the same--
  Hurrah! for the lad in gray or blue.


[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX]

The following communication is from a member of an old and well-known
publishing firm in this city:

  NEW YORK, _April 28, 1880_.

  _Messrs. Harper & Brothers_:

     GENTLEMEN,--When you announced your intention of making a paper
     for the young, I must own I felt a little sorry. I had always
     believed, and believe still, that HARPER'S MONTHLY was the best
     magazine in the English language, and HARPER'S WEEKLY the best of
     all illustrated papers; but it is so hard to make a periodical for
     the young--the number of people capable of editing such a
     periodical being extremely small--I felt it must be a failure, and
     so for a good while I gave it very little attention. I have a boy
     of seven, and another of five--bright boys, of course--and I have
     read every line (almost) of three late consecutive numbers of
     HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE; and I must say, if these are specimens--and
     I have no doubt they are--it is as complete a success in its own
     way as the MAGAZINE and the WEEKLY. I am not sure whether the boys
     or their papa were most interested. The only fault I see in it is
     that it increases the difficulty of getting the children off early
     to bed.

     I congratulate you on having a paper that will do as much good as
     any paper or periodical published in the world.

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     I live on the Oklawaha River. The Silver Spring is six miles from
     this place. We live at the edge of the hummock, and see many kinds
     of birds and flowers. A little bird has built its nest in one of
     our hen's nests. I have one brother. His name is Philip. I will be
     seven years old in May. We cut down a palmetto-tree yesterday. The
     cabbage, which is the tender part at the end of the tree, is good
     to eat. The bud I brought home, and am curing it to braid for a
     hat. It makes a pretty hat that looks like straw. Some people here
     use the palmetto leaves for fans or brooms. They are very large,
     and have long stems. The small leaves make nice fly-brushes.


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     We take YOUNG PEOPLE, and like it very much. I read the papers
     until I know them almost by heart, and I thought it would be nice
     to write a letter for the Post-office Box. I am a little boy nine
     years old, and I live on the Brazos River, in Texas. I and my
     little brother have never been to school, but papa and mamma teach
     us at home. We have beautiful redbirds, bluebirds, and woodpeckers
     here, and a pair of mocking-birds have built their nest in a
     rose-bush near our window. We have two pet chickens, named Poll
     and Nelly, that have never been with a hen since they were
     hatched. When I call, "Cluck! cluck!" they come running to me, but
     they are afraid of a hen. Every night they cry to be put to bed.


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     I want to tell you about some minnows I had. I got them out of a
     mud hole, and put them in a large candy jar in some fresh
     rain-water. I kept them about two months. I fed them on flies and
     bread-crumbs, and when I dropped their food in the water, they
     would swim to the surface as fast as they could and swallow it. I
     put some shells and a calla lily in the jar, and the little fish
     would dart around after each other, and hide behind the shells.
     They were very amusing.


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     I had YOUNG PEOPLE for a Christmas present, and I like it very
     much. I have a puppy. I call him Champion, after that brave dog in
     the story I read in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 20. He is two months old, and
     my papa thinks he will be big enough next winter to draw me on my


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     I am a little girl ten years old, and I have a brother eight. I
     live in the country, two miles from the Mississippi River, where
     there is nothing to see but big fields of cotton and corn. Papa is
     a planter. I wait patiently every week for YOUNG PEOPLE. I was
     born in Louisiana, but my grandpa was born in New York State. I
     have never been to school. I am taught at home.


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     I send you the names of all the flowers I have found in the month
     of April. I bring them in from the fields, and mamma tells me the
     names, and I write them down in a book. I think I can find more
     flowers in May, as I live too far north to find many in April.
     Here is the list: Round-lobed hepatica (_Hepatica triloba_),
     trailing arbutus (_Epigoea repens_), yellow adder-tongue violets
     (_Erythronium americanum_), bloodroot (_Sanguinaria canadensis_),
     cinque-foil (_Potentilla canadensis_), sweet white violet (_Viola
     blanda_), common blue violets (_Viola cucullata_), wood-anemone
     (_Anemone nemorosa_), rue-anemone (_Thalictrum anemonoides_), wild
     strawberry (_Fragaria vesca_), shepherd's-purse (_Capsella
     bursa_), leather-leaf (_Cassandra calyculata_), dandelion
     (_Taraxacum dens-leonis_), bluets (_Oldenlandia cerulia_).


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     I have watched the reports of willow "pussies" coming out in
     different parts of the country with a good deal of interest, and I
     thought I would write and tell you that on April 25, when riding
     to church, I saw some cowslips in bloom. I think that is doing
     pretty well for our New England spring. My little brother and I
     found two handfuls of arbutus to-day, but it has been in bloom for
     some time. We have a black and white shepherd dog. He can climb an
     apple-tree that leans a little to one side a good deal quicker
     than my little brother, who is eight years old.


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     I am a little boy nine years old. I was born in the Sierra Nevada
     Mountains. It storms fearfully here. Last winter was an awful hard
     one--the coldest ever known. It has been snowing here to-day
     (April 13), although the wild flowers are just in bloom. I have a
     pet fox and a squirrel. They are very tame.


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     I am seven years old. I live in Brooklyn, but I am visiting my
     grandpa and grandma now. I have a little uncle not much older than
     myself. We play archery sometimes, and we like to hunt eggs for
     grandma. There are two cats here--a big yellow one we call
     Solomon, because he looks so wise; and another real pretty one we
     call Harriet, because Harriet gave it to us. We have lots of fun
     here--swinging, playing croquet, riding, and rolling in the

  MAY T.

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     I am twelve years old. Papa takes YOUNG PEOPLE for my brother and
     me, and we like it very much. I have two pets--a cat and a canary.
     I let my canary out of its cage almost every day. If I do not, it
     seems to think itself very badly treated. Violets were in blossom
     here about the 1st of April.


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     I am a little boy. My sister takes your paper, and we take so much
     pleasure in reading it that I thought I would like to write to
     you. We live on the sea-shore, and have seines hauled for fish.
     Sometimes we catch sword-fish, sharks, and saw-fish. The other day
     we caught a sea-spider. It was like a common spider, but larger,
     and had a hard shell like a crab. Its fore-feet were something
     like a crab's claws.

  R. D. G.

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     I live on the shore of Presque Isle Bay, where "Mad" Anthony Wayne
     was buried. There is a monument erected over his grave. They are
     now rebuilding the old block-house, which was burned a few years
     ago. The flag-ship _Lawrence_, which Perry commanded when he
     gained the victory over the British on Lake Erie, used to lie
     buried in our bay, but in 1876 some enterprising young man raised
     it out of the water, and took it to the Centennial. I think we
     have the nicest place in the United States for rowing, fishing,
     camping out, and having lots of fun. I am eight years old.


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     I like to read the letters in YOUNG PEOPLE, and I thought I would
     tell you about a wild-cat. On the evening of April 28, about five
     o'clock, I had just finished my music lesson, when I saw a large
     crowd standing near our house. I ran out, and I heard some one
     saying, "It is a wild-cat." I thought at first it was a
     prairie-wolf. It was two feet in height, and two feet and a half
     long. It had a cat's head, but its claws were as big as a dog's.
     It was dead, and a boy had a string round its neck. It came into
     the city from the country in a load of trees; and when the men
     took the trees out of the car, it sprang out, and jumped over our
     fence into our yard. It ran through the yard and back again, when
     a gentleman shot it. The boy dragged it away, and I did not see it
     any more. We live in the heart of the city of Chicago. I would
     like to exchange pressed flowers with "Wee Tot," and will send her
     some pressed jasmine.

  285 West Sixteenth Street, Chicago, Illinois.

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     I would like to exchange pressed flowers or shells, or any pretty
     curiosity, with readers of YOUNG PEOPLE in other localities, but
     especially in the Southern and far Western States and Territories.
     I liked the letters from Gertrude Balch and Charles W. S. very
     much, and wish they would write again. I tried to make a tombola,
     and succeeded admirably. Do you know who was the inventor of the
     15-13-14 puzzle?

  LAURA BINGHAM, Lansing, Michigan.

The famous puzzle is said to have been invented by a poor deaf and dumb
man living in a small country town in New England, but we can not
substantiate the statement.

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     I have been in the woods to a picnic to-day, and have been reading
     the letters in YOUNG PEOPLE'S Post-office Box this evening. I have
     no pets, as most little girls. I had a redbird, but it died. I
     would like to exchange pressed leaves with little girls in other

  Elk City, Kansas.

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     If "Genevieve," of California, will send me her address, I will
     press her some flowers that grow here, and send them to her. I
     live in a little village not far from Chicago.

  Humboldt Park, Cook County, Illinois.

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     In HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE No. 22 "Genevieve," of California, asks
     some little girl to press some specimens of Eastern flowers, and
     exchange with her. I will be happy to do so.

  Pittsford, Monroe County, New York.

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     My little sister takes YOUNG PEOPLE, and I read it, and like it
     very much. I have tried Nellie H.'s rule for candy, and it is
     splendid. I go to school, and have a good teacher. I had two pet
     rabbits last summer. I am nine years old.

  KATY L. H.

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     I am a constant reader of the charming little paper, YOUNG PEOPLE,
     and think it is a splendid journal for boys and girls. I like "A
     Boy's First Voyage" very much indeed. In answer to one of the
     correspondents, I would say that I have a cabinet of curiosities,
     and have a good many queer specimens, such as idols, gourds from
     Brazil made by the natives, and other things. I also collect
     birds' eggs and coins. I would like to exchange with any
     correspondents who collect eggs, if they have any specimens to

  306 Carleton Avenue, Brooklyn, New York.

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     I am a little girl nine years old. I live in the country, where
     there are lots of pretty wild flowers, and I would like very much
     to exchange pressed flowers with "Genevieve," of Galt, California,
     if she will send me her address.

  Georgetown, D. C.

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     If "Wee Tot" Brainard will wait until summer, I will be very glad
     to exchange some of our pressed flowers for hers, and I will send
     her a nice bouquet.

  Frostburg, Allegany County, Maryland.

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     I have been making a collection of birds' eggs, iron ores, and
     stones, and if any one would like to exchange eggs or minerals
     with me, I will be very glad to do so.

  Phillipsburg, New Jersey.

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EDDIE A. L.--Africa is not an island, but a continent. It is much larger
than Australia, which has always been known as a continent, as it
contains a greater area than the largest island. The only real
distinction between a continent and an island is the difference of size.

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     I would like to ask Bertie Brown and M. R. L. if the Indians in
     their vicinity make dolls. I have two very curious ones made by
     the Nez Percés in the guard-house at Fort Vancouver, Washington
     Territory. On the heads of the squaws are long braids of real
     hair. Will you please tell me what a guard-house is, and also why
     barbers' signs are painted in stripes?


The guard-house is that portion of a fort where prisoners are confined
and kept under guard.--In former times the barber's craft was dignified
with the title of a profession, being conjoined with the art of surgery.
In France, the barber-surgeons were separated from the hair-dressers,
and incorporated as a distinct body in the reign of Louis the
Fourteenth. In England, barbers first received incorporation from Edward
the Fourth in 1461. In the reign of Henry the Eighth they were united
with the Company of Surgeons, it being enacted that the barbers should
confine themselves to the minor operations of blood-letting and drawing
teeth. In 1745, barbers and surgeons were separated in England into
distinct corporations. The barber's sign consisted in ancient times, as
now, of a striped pole, from which a basin was formerly suspended. The
fillet round the pole indicated the ribbon used for bandaging the arm in
bleeding and the basin the vessel to receive the blood.

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F. HAYNES.--Many thanks for your kindness and trouble in copying the
poem. You have done it very neatly. It is, however, much too long to be
printed in YOUNG PEOPLE.

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W. ATKINSON.--A water-mark is any device stamped in the substance of a
sheet of paper while it is in a damp or pulpy condition. The practice
dates back to the early part of the sixteenth century, and came into
vogue soon after the invention of printing. The mark is produced by
pressure as the paper passes over a wire-gauze net, or under a roller,
in its progress from the vat, the raised lines of the design making the
paper thinner at the points of contact.

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LOUIE B.--We shall soon begin the publication of "The Story of the
American Navy," by Benson J. Lossing.

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B. H. SMITH.--Your idea of our "Wiggle" is entirely original, and very
good. We are very sorry it arrived too late to be engraved among other

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No. 1.


[Two cities are hidden in each sentence.]

1. I oft have looked at royal apparel, but a regal vest on the Prince
was the finest I have seen. 2. If you went with a carriage, how did you
make that rent on your dress? 3. The mob I led so well I made keep in
very good order. 4. I know I am not wanted, but I came, for I am a
constable. 5. Is a lemon good with salt on it?

  F. B.

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No. 2.


  My first is in mist, but not in fog.
  My second is in cat, but not in dog.
  My third is in cart, but not in wagon.
  My fourth is in beast, but not in dragon.
  My fifth is in wheat, but not in corn.
  My sixth is in birth, but not in born.
  My seventh is in hurt, but not in sting.
  My whole was an ancient Scottish king.

  K. K.

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No. 3.


First, a musical instrument. Second, a boy's name. Third, darkness.
Fourth, solitary. Fifth, titles.


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No. 4.


  I am composed of 20 letters.
  My 8, 5. 4, 20 is very small.
  My 13, 3, 11 is found in every farm-yard.
  My 14, 10, 6, 1 is a coin.
  My 16, 5, 11, 7 is a number.
  My 18, 19, 6 is a vase.
  My 12, 15, 9, 17, 2 give a great deal of pain and
  trouble, and yet no one likes to part with them.
  My whole has witnessed many remarkable events.


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[The two following geographical puzzles are sent by Sadie in answer to
Maud T. K.'s request in Post-office Box No. 24.]

No. 5.


A symbol of one of the points of the compass. A river in Switzerland. A
country in Europe. A tributary of the Mississippi River. A symbol of one
of the points of the compass.

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No. 6.


A city in China. One of the United States. A city in China. A town in
New York State. One of the grand divisions of land. An island in the
Grecian Archipelago. Answer--Two cities in Europe.

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No. 1.

Robert Bruce.

No. 2.

Remember me.

No. 3.

Robin Redbreast.

No. 4.

  P I N E
    N E A R
      T R O T
        L E O N

No. 5.

1. Approbation. 2. Sweetheart. 3. Instruction. 4. Operator. 5.
Gasometer. 6. Congratulate.

No. 6.


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Aunt Flora, a Broken Rhyme, on page 360:

  Scold, cold, old.
  Scant, cant, ant.
  Charm, harm, arm.
  Stone, tone, one.

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Favors are acknowledged from George A. W., Harry Starr K., Mary L.
Hannam, Leslie Ray, Jamie C. Edgerton, Ruth Marshall, Horace Barlow,
J. R. Gleason, Oliver Arden, Bertha Thompson, C. R. F., Grace W. Watson,
Willie Dorrance, Jessie E. Watt, Cloyd D. Brown.

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Correct answers to puzzles are received from J. Hartley Merrick, Grace
Storey, James C. Smith, Edward L. Hunt, Edith H. Jones, Alice and Mamie
Grady, Alexander Maxwell, Charles B. Miller, Robert Davidson, George S.
Vail, H. G. B., Marion Norcross, Lula Barlow, A. H. Ellard, George
Varker, Beryl Abbott, Julia R. Walker, Ruth Thompson, Rebecca Hedges,
Marshall Haywood, George Stevenson, M. Parkinson, Stanley King.



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found vent in poesy, and beautiful "pictures to match."--_Chicago
Evening Journal._

The best compilation of songs for the children that we have ever
seen.--_New Bedford Mercury._

This is a large collection of songs for the nursery, for childhood, for
boys and for girls, and sacred songs for all. The range of subjects is a
wide one, and the book is handsomely illustrated.--_Philadelphia

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Illustrated. The Three Parts complete in One Volume, Small 4to, Half
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A beautiful and useful work. It presents a general survey of the kingdom
of nature in a manner adapted to attract the attention of the child, and
at the same time to furnish him with accurate and important scientific
information. While the work is well suited as a class-book for schools,
its fresh and simple style cannot fail to render it a great favorite for
family reading.

The Three Parts of this book can be had in separate volumes by those who
desire it. This will be advisable when the book is to be used in
teaching quite young children, especially in schools.

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Arabian Nights' Entertainments.

     The Thousand and One Nights; or, The Arabian Nights'
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    Paper, embellished with many Illustrations, bound in Cloth, $1.50
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The Children's Picture-Book of Sagacity of Animals.

     With Sixty Illustrations by HARRISON WEIR.

The Children's Bible Picture-Book.

     With Eighty Illustrations, from Designs by STEINLE, OVERBECK,
     VEIT, SCHNORR, &c.

The Children's Picture Fable-Book.

     Containing One Hundred and Sixty Fables. With Sixty Illustrations

The Children's Picture-Book of Birds.

     With Sixty-one Illustrations by W. HARVEY.

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receipt of the price._

[Illustration: Fig. 1.]

[Illustration: Fig. 2.]


A very comical and natural-looking toy spider can be made from very
simple material. A cork, a jackknife, three hair-pins, the remains of an
old brush or broom, are all the implements necessary. If you have a box
of paints, so much the better. In the first place, cut the body of the
spider out of a cork, as represented in Fig. 1; then paint it all over
with flake-white; when that is perfectly dry, paint it as bright a
yellow as you can; and after that, paint black stripes on it with
lamp-black or Indian ink. Then get the hairs from an old brush, a few
sticks of broom-corn will answer as well, and stick them into the body
of the spider, as represented in Figures 1 and 2. Take three hair-pins,
bend them into the proper form, run them through the cork, and you have
the legs. Now your spider is complete except in two points: you must run
a pin in the back to which to tie a thread or string to hold it up by,
and two large pins into the place where you have painted the eyes. The
bright heads of the pins make the eyes look very natural.


I am one, yet it takes many to complete me, though I am intangible.
Motion is necessary to make me. I have no motion of my own, being
incapable of voluntary action; still, were there not voluntary action on
my part, commerce would be at a stand-still. I am necessary to vessels.
I am a vessel. I am what vessels take. I am ended every day by some one;
and though meant to hold a liquid, still, when there is my full
complement, more solid food than liquid is needed to satisfy when I am
on myself. If broken, I am useless; yet, when separated, I can be
brought together again. I am most agreeable when made at will, am
generally an ugly piece of domestic furniture, but need a strong hand to
keep up proper discipline.

Treat us kindly, we would probably always be amenable. I don't care how
you treat me, provided you don't break me. There is nothing breakable
about me, though you can bring me to an end at any moment. Of course I
cost money, ordinarily a few pennies. There is a fixed tariff for our
employment; contracts must be drawn up; yet I can be made as expensive
as one chooses. Sometimes I am undertaken in the cause of science. I am
generally in the kitchen, and we certainly need a kitchen and me to
provide for our many and daily wants.

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=The Monkey and the Hawk.=--There lives in the south of France a man of
wealth whose château, or country place of residence, has around it very
tall trees. The cook of the château has a monkey--a pert fellow, who
knows ever so many tricks. The monkey often helps the cook to pluck the
feathers from fowls. One day the cook gave the monkey two partridges to
pluck; and the monkey, seating himself in an open window, went to work.
He had picked the feathers from one of the partridges, and placed it on
the outer ledge of the window with a satisfied grunt, when, lo! all at
once a hawk flew down from one of the tall trees near by, and bore off
the plucked bird. Master Monkey was very angry. He shook his fist at the
hawk, which took a seat on one of the limbs not far off, and began to
eat the partridge with great relish. The owner of the château saw the
sport, for he was sitting in a grape arbor, and crept up to watch the
end of it. The monkey picked the other partridge, laid it on the ledge
in the same place, and hid behind the window-screen on the inside.

The hawk was caught in this trap, for when it flew down after the
partridge, out reached the monkey, and caught the thief. In a moment the
hawk's neck was wrung, and the monkey soon had the hawk plucked.

Taking the two birds to the cook, the monkey handed them to him, as if
to say, "Here are your two partridges, master." The cook thought that
one of the birds looked queer, but he served them on the table. The
owner of the house shook his head when he saw the dish, and telling the
cook of the trick, laughed heartily.

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=How the Pigeons Help the Doctor.=--A celebrated English physician has
found a new use for the carrier-pigeon, as a helper in his practice.
Describing the operation, he says: "I take out half a dozen birds in a
small basket with me on my rounds, and when I have seen my patient, no
matter at what distance from home, I write my prescription on a small
piece of tissue-paper, and having wound it round the shank of the bird's
leg, I gently throw the carrier up into the air. In a few minutes it
reaches home, and having been shut up fasting since the previous
evening, without much delay it enters the trap cage connected with its
loft, where it is at once caught by my assistant, and relieved of its
dispatches. The medicine is immediately prepared, and sent off by a
messenger, who is thus saved several hours of waiting, and I am enabled
to complete my morning round of visits. Should any patient be very ill,
and I am desirous of having an early report of him or her next morning,
I leave a bird to bring me the tidings."


  Aunt Flora's _scold_ing never made you ____,
  Her sympathies, though _cold_, were never ____,
  And her _old_ pies were marvels of high ____.'
                                        Poor Flora.

  Her homespun dress, though _scant_, was made with ____,
  Her harmless _cant_ would neither cure nor ____,
  And, like the busy _ant_, she knew no ____.
                                        Good Flora.

  A nameless _charm_ with face and form did ____;
  No _harm_ she did, but graciously would ____
  Her _arm_ to guide you safely to your ____.
                                        Kind Flora.

  A heart may seem of _stone_ if grief it ____;
  Her _tone_ to you was ever like a ____;
  _One_ wise was she among the foolish ____.
                                        Wise Flora.


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