Title: The Pansy, November 1886, Vol. 14
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Language: English
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_SERIAL STORIES AND SERIES OF ARTICLES_:


The Story of Keedon Bluffs. By _Charles Egbert Craddock_, author of
“The Prophet of the Great Smoky Mountains,” “Down the Ravine,” etc. A
dramatic serial of boy life in the Great Smokies, with new scenes and
new characters, among the latter a jolly young mountaineer who sings
original dialect songs full of wild humor. Illustrations by Edmund H.
Garrett.


Romulus and Remus. By _Charles Remington Talbot_. This story is _not_
a tale of ancient Rome; instead, it is modern high comedy. Full of
mirthful surprises. So far as known, the first strictly humorous serial
prepared for a young folks’ magazine. Illustrations by Frank T. Merrill.


Montezuma’s Gold Mines. By _Fred A. Ober_, author of “The Silver City.”
This serial of romantic adventure is based on Mr. Ober’s own search for
the lost gold mines of Montezuma, which are firmly believed in Mexico
to be still in existence, their precise locality a guarded secret
among one or two tribes of mountain Indians, who inherit the precious
knowledge, handing it down in turn to their children. The hero of the
story is “John North,” the hero of “The Silver City,” and the serial
opens on the mysterious island of Cozumel. The story has been written
to satisfy the incessant demand and unappeasable desire of the readers,
old as well as young, of “The Silver City.” Illustrations by Hy.
Sandham.


The Secrets at Roseladies. By _Mary Hartwell Catherwood_, author of
“Rocky Fork,” and “Old Caravan Days.” It is enough, perhaps, to reveal
here, of Pen Bidgood, and Willie Bidgood, and “Sister” Bidgood, and
little Honora Jones, and Aquilla Jones, and beautiful Sarah Roseladies,
and Dan Marsh of the house-boat, that _one_ of their secrets concerned
the secrets of the Indian Mounds on the Lower Wabash. Illustrations by
W. A. Rogers.


Howling Wolf and His Trick-Pony. By _Mrs. Lizzie W. Champney_. The
hair-breadth adventures of a bright little Indian boy in search of the
lost “medicine” of the Utes. An enchanting serial for Little Folks,
which the big folks will equally enjoy. Illustrations by H. F. Farny,
and from photographs.


Bird-Talk. By _Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney_. For some time Mrs. Whitney
has been making a study of our wild birds and their individual song
expression; and from that study comes now a delicious group of poems,
each descriptive of a bird and its haunts, and each including a
metrical rendering of that bird’s song, based on the true vowel sounds
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In War-Times at La Rose Blanche. By _Mrs. M. E. M. Davis_. Twelve
stories, written by a prominent New Orleans lady, the wife of a
Confederate cavalry officer. They relate the adventures of a great
Southern sugar-plantation household, whose men were in the army from
the beginning to the end of the Civil War. The author was a little
girl at the time—the “Miss Ma’y” of the stories—and was concerned in
many little dramas, some humorous and some pathetic, in which both
“Blue-coats” and “Gray-coats” were actors. “The Letter from the Front,”
describing the Battle of the Wilderness, in which her brother of
fifteen was a color-bearer in Hood’s Brigade, is said by both Union
and Confederate officers to be one of the best descriptions ever
written of what one soldier sees and feels in a battle. Some hundreds
of “house and field hands” belonged to La Rose Blanche plantation, and
the “dialect” is not one of the least of the charms of these stories.
Illustrations by E. W. Kemble.


Ballads about Old-Time Authors. By _Harriet Prescott Spofford_. In
twelve picturesque ballads Mrs. Spofford will relate some tender
stories from the lives of the masters of the earlier English
literature—that one of “Goldsmith’s Whistle,” and that one of Johnson
doing penance in Uttoxeter Market, and of Milton blind, and of Lamb and
his sister—and many another beautiful literary story with which young
people ought to be made familiar. These ballads will be richly and
authentically illustrated by Edmund H. Garrett.


Famous Pets. By _Eleanor Lewis_. A series of papers which have been
in preparation at home and abroad for several years, comprising among
their treasures rich contributions of facts, anecdotes, descriptions,
engravings and photographs from many noted people who have owned
interesting pets: for instance, the first paper, “Some Scotch
Celebrities,” narrates an interesting talk with the old keeper of
Grayfriar’s Churchyard, where the famous “Grayfriar’s Bobby” lived and
died, and another chat with the sister of Dr. John Brown, author of
“Rab and his Friends,” with an engraving from a charming photographed
group of Dr. Brown, Dr. Peddie and “Dandie,” and half a dozen pictures
from paintings, statues and photographs.


“Fairy Folk All.” By _Louise Imogen Guiney_. Twelve Papers. Researches
in fairy-land, giving the natural history of brownies and bogles,
of fays and elves, of necks, nixies and puckwudjies, of kelpies and
kobolds—in short, of all the known races of “the little vanishing
folk,” with accounts of their dress, haunts, habits, manners, customs
and usages. Full of delicious anecdote and legend, and with bewitching
pictures.


_NEW FEATURES, SPECIALTIES, SINGLE NUMBER ARTICLES:_


A New Department, called _The Contributors and the Children_, is to
be the fireside and round-table corner of the magazine. There the
famous WIDE AWAKE writers will meet the young folks face to face as
it were, and in social chats with them say a thousand bright and
important little things which naturally cannot come into their stories
and articles. It will be a cosey and notable spot—this Contributors’
Corner. Charming plans for it have already been carried out: at the
Christmas (Dec.) gathering the young folks are to meet _Mrs. James T.
Fields_, _Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney_, _Margaret Sidney_, _Susan Coolidge_
and _Sarah Orne Jewett_. The New Year’s reception will be no less
delightful.


Concord: Its Ways and By-Ways. By _Margaret Sidney_. A series of papers
about this historic and literary Mecca, its picturesque waters, lanes
and spots, its famous people and their famous homes and haunts—full of
fresh anecdote and reminiscence. Mr. A. W. Hosmer, the accomplished
amateur photographer, is now making negatives in and about Concord
town, for the liberal illustration of these papers.


Christmas-Tide Stories. A PRETTY SCARECROW, by _Elizabeth Stuart
Phelps_. TAFFY AND BUSTER TIED TO A CHRISTMAS TREE, and TAFFY AND
BUSTER AT NIBLO’S, two stories by _Jessie Benton Frémont_. A CHRISTMAS
MASQUERADE, by _Mary E. Wilkins_. A CHRISTMAS GUEST, by _Sarah Orne
Jewett_. A WEE WEDDING, by _Sophie May_. WHY THE DOLL’S NAME WAS NEVER
CHANGED, by _Katherine McDowell_. These stories will all appear in the
Christmas and New Year’s numbers.


Some Educational Extremes. A YANKEE SCHOOLMISTRESS, by _Mrs. H. G.
Rowe_; a Maine village school of 1800, and how Aunt Polly Shedd taught
history and civics. “CAP’N BOS’ARD’S WIFE’S SCHOOL,” by _Mrs. Frances
A. Humphrey_; an amusing record of an Old Colony dame-school. A NEW
ENGLAND SUMMIT, by _Frona M. Brooks_; how the Harvard Annex girls live
and study.


The Quest of the Whipping-Boy. By _Georgiana Washington_. An
extravaganza chronicling the suppositious adventures of an American
school-girl, who, inspired by the “happy thought” of the early English
kings in providing a Whipping-Boy to be punished for the sins of their
young princes, set out on a journey to find a victim willing to bear
all the consequences of the shortcomings of a seminary-full of modern
school-girls.


Longfellow’s Boyhood. Also, LONGFELLOW AND THE CHILDREN. Two articles
by _Rev. Samuel Longfellow_. Reminiscences of the beloved “children’s
poet,” as a child himself, and his relations with his own children and
with other children through life. This beautiful paper for all children
will appear in the Christmas number.


An Old House. By _H. L. Bradley_. Another Longfellow article, to appear
in the New Year’s number. It describes the quaint old Longfellow
house in Portland, where the poet wrote his first poems, and to which
American boys and girls make pilgrimages. Many illustrations from
photographs and drawings.


A “Lend-a-Hand” Group. A HELPING HAND, by _Mrs. James T. Fields_. A
LIVELIHOOD FOR GIRLS, by _Margaret Sidney_. THE BOSTON GIRLS’ FRIENDLY
SOCIETY, by _Mrs. Henry Whitman_. FROM THE ANNALS OF THE S. P. C. C.,
by _Mrs. Kate Gannett Wells_. Associated Charities Story: KITTY’S
GINGERBREAD STORE, and JACK’S ANIMALS, by _Mrs. Margaret Storer Warner_.


Flowers I have Met. By _Grant Allen_. An interesting record of
observations upon plants and flowers along New England and Canadian
roadsides and fields, made by the eminent English scientist during his
recent visit to America. Also animal papers.


Child Life in London. FROM HYDE PARK TO WHITEHALL. By _Mrs. Elizabeth
Robins Pennell_, with many drawings by _Joseph Pennell_, the
distinguished etcher. Both author and artist are now in London making
special studies for this article.


The True Story of William Tell. By _Sarah Loring Bailey_. An historical
and mythological research made at Altorf, Switzerland. Several
interesting illustrations from photographs of localities, statues, etc.


Washington and his Playmates. By _Wm. F. Carne_, author of “Washington
as a Burgher.” Interesting new material gathered from Virginia records,
letters and recollections. Important illustrations.


The Luck of Edenhall. By _Amanda B. Harris_. The literary history of
that famous fairy glass, so celebrated in ballad and story, together
with the authentic family traditions and a correct description, kindly
furnished to WIDE AWAKE by the present family owners of this goblet of
romance—the Musgraves of Edenhall, Cumberland, England.


A Day with Hans Andersen. By _Jessie Benton Frémont_. A delightful
account of a visit in Copenhagen with the dear old Fairy-storyteller of
the North. Another beautiful “Souvenir,” as faithful as a photograph.


Pictures of American Pastimes. By _F. Childe Hassam_. Stirring
full-page pictures of American games, each depicting a picturesque
crisis in the sport, and of a sort to make the boys toss their caps and
shout “hurrah!” (and the girls long to do the same!) These pictures
will include Lawn Tennis, Hockey, Bowling, Quoits, Archery, Foot
Ball, Croquet, Polo, Lacrosse, and other popular plays that call for
healthful exercise.


Little Classics of English Prose, Illustrated. With the purpose of
interesting young people in English prose literature which is not
all “story,” it is proposed to give occasional selections of brief
masterpieces, accompanied by numerous illustrations.


_FOR THE C. Y. F. R. U., AND FOR EVERYBODY:_


Some Successful American Women. By _Sarah K. Bolton_. During the
publication in the Readings for 1883-4 of Mrs. Bolton’s “little
biographies” of successful American men, under the title “How Success
is Won,” many parents requested that a series about successful women be
prepared for their daughters; in accordance are given now the examples
of a dozen bright, strong, and prosperous women _who have succeeded_ in
their chosen work. Twelve papers, with portraits.


Wonder-Wings, Mellangongs, Colossii, and Others. By _C. F. Holder_,
of the N. Y. Central Park Museum of Natural History. Twelve
marvel-chapters of animal life, as true as strange. Illustrations by J.
Carter Beard.


A Young Prince of Commerce. By _Selden R. Hopkins_, Commercial Counsel.
A well-known authority and writer on business practice and commercial
usages has written for the young folks a serial story of a boy’s
career, from a penniless youth to a young millionaire, as valuable as
it is exciting and inspiring, showing that ledgers, stocks and bonds
are as romantic and potent weapons in the hands of a young man with a
knightly soul as ever were lance and shield in the days of old. The
girls too come in for a good share of the young “prince’s” honor, and
the story shows how many business ventures are made successful by the
tender “power behind the throne.” Twelve chapters, with forms, laws and
usages.


Our Asiatic Cousins. By _Mrs. A. H. Lenowens_, the Eastern traveller.
Entertaining and instructive. Studies of our kindred in the far
fatherland of the race, tracing the relationships and delineating the
great family traits. With many illustrations.


Ways to Do Things. By various authors. Practical handiwork for young
folks. The new series of these popular papers will open with a
delightful needlework article, “Baby’s Shoe,” by _Mrs. Jessie Benton
Frémont_, to be followed by _Mrs. Annie Sawyer Downs’_ and _Amanda B.
Harris’_ instructions (two articles), “How to Write a Composition.”


Search-Questions in Greek History. WITH MONTHLY PRIZES. By _Oscar Fay
Adams_. The value everywhere set upon the past two years’ work with
Search-Questions in Literature, and the cordial help afforded to the
young “searchers” by librarians, professors, editors, and literarians
throughout the country, have led to a broad and careful plan for
Historical Search-Questions which shall extend through several years’
Readings, thus giving “searchers” a systematic survey of the great
Historical Periods. Each year’s work comprises Answers to twelve sets
of questions, of twenty questions each. Standard books are given as
prizes, particulars of which will be given in the C. Y. F. R. U.
department.

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_Rare Stories and Poems and beautiful Pictures are on hand, really
“too numerous to mention”: “My First Voyage,” a singular story, by
Maurice Thompson, author of “The Witchery of Archery”; “How Ned Scaled
Mt. Washington,” by Mary Rebecca Hart; “Besieged by Wolves,” by John
Willis Hays; “The Shipwreck of the Cologne Bottle,” by Susan Coolidge;
“Ph[oe]be Stout, Sculptor,” by M. B. Ryerson; “Jeremicky’s Sacrifice,”
by Mrs. Katherine B. Foote; “A Manorial Pigeon Tower,” with a full-page
picture by Henry Bacon, the painter-author, of Paris, etc., etc._

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BABYLAND

PROSPECTUS FOR 1887.

BABYLAND will have two enticing _new features_ for the _babies and
their mammas_, in addition to the perennial pleasures of the countless
little two-minute stories and verses with which the magazine always has
abounded.

Especially calculated to merrily occupy the eyes and ears of the little
ones are the monthly pictorial pages called

PUZZLES ABOUT PETER AND PATTY,

text and pictures by _Margaret Johnson_; and especially calculated to
sweetly teach and charm are the home kindergarten delights called

NURSERY FINGER-PLAYS,

by _Emilie Poulsson_, with dozens and dozens and dozens of bewitching
picture-instructions by L. J. Bridgman. Every one who has the care of
little nursery toddlers will bless BABYLAND for these two features.

Big bright pictures, large print, strong paper, and dainty gay cover.
=50 cts. a year.=

=OUR LITTLE MEN AND WOMEN=

PROSPECTUS FOR 1887.

The Serial Story for the year, by that charming writer for children,
_Mrs. M. F. Butts_, will be entitled,

WANDERERS IN BO-PEEP’S WORLD.

It will be accompanied with twelve full-page drawings by Miss E. S.
Tucker. The author of “Little Talks about Plants” and “Little Talks
about Insects,” has prepared an amusing series about

TINY FOLK IN RED AND BLACK,

in which she tells about ants and their wise and curious ways—how they
work, how they harvest their grain, how they milk their cows, etc.

TEN LITTLE INDIANS,

by _Mrs. Helen E. Sweet_, tells many interesting things about Indian
boys and girls, their sports and their strange ways of living, so
unlike the life of our little men and women. The History Chapters for
the year will consist of

ADVENTURES OF THE EARLY DISCOVERERS,

by _Mrs. Frances A. Humphrey_, following on from the voyages of
Columbus, given last year, and relating the story of Ponce de Leon and
his search in America for the Fountain of Youth, the romantic tale of
De Soto and his burial in the Mississippi River, the exploits of Capt.
John Smith in Virginia, etc., such incidents being chosen from the life
of each as shall most interest little readers.

All these will be profusely illustrated, as also will be the verses and
short stories by _Mrs. Clara Doty Bates_, _Sara E. Farman_, _Mrs. Olive
Howard_, _Charles E. Skinner_, _Bessie Chandler_, _H. R. Hudson_, _Anna
R. Henderson_, _Henrietta K. Elliot_, _Emilie Poulsson_, _and other
favorite writers_.

The yearly numbers, as heretofore, will have _seventy-five full-page
pictures_. =$1.00 a year.=


THE PANSY

PROSPECTUS FOR 1887.

This illustrated monthly contains thirty-two to forty pages each
number, of enjoyable and helpful literature and pictures, equally
suited to Sundays and week days. The editor, “Pansy,” will furnish a
new serial to run through the year,

MONTEAGLE.

The Golden Text Stories will be continued under the title of “A DOZEN
OF US.” Margaret Sidney will contribute a serial story called

THE LITTLE RED SHOP,

telling how Jack and Cornelius and Rosalie earned money to help
mother take care of the baby. There will be more “Great Men” and more
“Remarkable Women.” Faye Huntington will write of flowers and plants in

MRS. BROWN’S BOTANY CLASS.

Rev. C. M. Livingston will furnish stories of Great Events, People,
Discoveries, Inventions, etc. A novel feature will be _a story by
eleven different authors_. R. M. Alden will direct a new department of
Church, Sabbath School and Missionary News. The present departments
will continue, and new ones be opened. =$1.00 a year.=

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SPECIAL HOLIDAY BOOKS.

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general Booklist for the season embrace volumes of fresh beauty,
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attractive books of some educational value. Their array of costly
illustrated volumes includes seven Fine-Art issues. Foremost is the
magnificent folio, IDYLS AND PASTORALS, comprising twenty-four poems
by Celia Thaxter written expressly for this work, accompanied by
twenty-four superb fac-simile photogravures from paintings, water
colors and line drawings by eminent American and foreign artists,
including Kate Greenaway, Howard Pyle, Wm. T. Smedley, Edmund H.
Garrett, F. Childe Hassam, Jessie Curtis Shepherd, Miss L. B. Humphrey,
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IN TWELVE CENTURIES is another _de luxe_ folio, holding twenty-four
bold picturesque drawings by Hassam of youthful race-types of both
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American Colonial. These drawings are in hand-printed photogravures
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/*
    _Volume 14, Number 1._    Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO.
       _November 6, 1886._
*/

THE PANSY.


[Illustration: BETTIE.]


A DOZEN OF THEM.

/#
    AND THOMAS ANSWERED AND SAID UNTO HIM, MY LORD AND MY
    GOD.

    HE SAITH UNTO HIM, FEED MY LAMBS.

    IF WE WALK IN THE LIGHT, AS HE IS IN THE LIGHT, WE HAVE
    FELLOWSHIP ONE WITH ANOTHER, AND THE BLOOD OF JESUS
    CHRIST HIS SON, CLEANSETH US FROM ALL SIN.

    I AM HE THAT LIVETH, AND WAS DEAD; AND BEHOLD, I AM
    ALIVE FOREVERMORE.
#/

YOUNG Joseph sat on the side of his bed, one boot on, the other still
held by the strap, while he stared somewhat crossly at a small green
paper-covered book which lay open beside him.

“A dozen of them!” he said at last. “Just to think of a fellow making
such a silly promise as that! A verse a month, straight through a whole
year. Got to pick ’em out, too. I’d rather have ’em picked out for me;
less trouble.

“How did I happen to promise her I’d do it? I don’t know which verse to
take. None of ’em fit me, nor have a single thing to do with a _boy_!
Well, that’ll make it all the easier for me, I s’pose. I’ve got to
hurry, anyhow, so here goes; I’ll take the shortest there is here.”

And while he drew on the other boot, and made haste to finish his
toilet, he rattled off, many times over, the second verse at the head
of this story.

The easiest way to make you understand about Joseph, is to give you a
very brief account of his life.

He was twelve years old, and an orphan. The only near relative he
had in the world was his sister Jean aged sixteen, who was learning
millinery in an establishment in the city. The little family though
very poor, had kept together until mother died in the early spring.
Now it was November, and during the summer, Joseph had lived where he
could; working a few days for his bread, first at one house, then at
another; never because he was really needed, but just out of pity for
his homelessness. Jean could earn her board where she was learning her
trade, but not his; though she tried hard to bring this about.

At last, a home for the winter opened to Joseph. The Fowlers who lived
on a farm and had in the large old farmhouse a private school for a
dozen girls, spent a few weeks in the town where Joseph lived, and
carried him away with them, to be errand boy in general, and study
between times.

Poor, anxious Jean drew a few breaths of relief over the thought of her
boy. That, at least, meant pure air, wholesome food, and a chance to
learn something.

Now for his promise. Jean had studied over it a good deal before she
claimed it. Should it be to read a few verses in mother’s Bible every
day? No; because a boy always forgot to do so, for a week at a time,
and then on Sunday afternoon rushed through three or four chapters as a
salve to his conscience, not noticing a sentence in them. At last she
determined on this: the little green book of golden texts, small enough
to carry in his jacket pocket! Would he promise her to take—should she
say each week’s text as a sort of rule to live by?

No; that wouldn’t do. Joseph would never make so close a promise as
that. Well, how would a verse a month do, chosen by himself from the
Golden Texts?

On this last she decided; and this, with some hesitancy, Joseph
promised. So here he was, on Thanksgiving morning, picking out his
first text. He had chosen the shortest, as you see; there was another
reason for the choice. It pleased him to remember that he had no lambs
to feed, and there was hardly a possibility that the verse could fit
him in any way during the month. He was only bound by his promise to be
guided by the verse if he happened to think of it, and if it suggested
any line of action to him.

“It’s the jolliest kind of a verse,” he said, giving his hair a rapid
brushing. “When there are no lambs around, and nothing to feed ’em, I’d
as soon live by it for a month as not.”

Voices in the hall just outside his room: “I don’t know what to do with
poor little Rettie to-day,” said Mrs. Calland, the married daughter who
lived at home with her fatherless Rettie.

“The poor child will want everything on the table, and it won’t do for
her to eat anything but her milk and toast. I am so sorry for her. You
know she is weak from her long illness; and it is _so_ hard for a child
to exercise self control about eating. If I had anyone to leave her
with I would keep her away from the table; but every one is so busy.”

Then Miss Addie, one of the sisters: “How would it do to have our new
Joseph stay with her?”

“Indeed!” said the new Joseph, puckering his lips into an indignant
sniff and brushing his hair the wrong way, in his excitement; “I guess
I won’t, though. Wait for the second table on Thanksgiving Day, when
every scholar in the school is going to sit down to the first! That
would be treating me exactly like one of the family with a caution!
Just you try it, Miss Addie, and see how quick I’ll cut and run.”

But Mrs. Calland’s soft voice was replying: “Oh! I wouldn’t like to
do that. Joseph is sensitive, and a stranger, and sitting down to the
Thanksgiving feast in its glory, is a great event for him; it would
hurt me to deprive him of it.”

“Better not,” muttered Joseph, but there was a curious lump in his
throat, and a very tender feeling in his heart toward Mrs. Calland.

It was very strange, in fact it was absurd, but all the time Joseph was
pumping water, and filling pitchers, and bringing wood and doing the
hundred other things needing to be done this busy morning, that chosen
verse sounded itself in his brain: “He saith unto him, feed my lambs.”
More than that, it connected itself with frail little Rettie and the
Thanksgiving feast.

In vain did Joseph say “Pho!” “Pshaw!” “Botheration!” or any of the
other words with which boys express disgust. In vain did he tell
himself that the verse didn’t mean any such thing; he guessed he wasn’t
a born idiot. He even tried to make a joke out of it, and assure
himself that this was exactly contrary to the verse; it was a plan by
means of which the “lamb” should _not_ get fed. It was all of no use.
The verse and his promise, kept by him the whole morning, actually
sent him at last to Mrs. Calland with the proposal that he should take
little Rettie to the schoolroom and amuse her, while the grand dinner
was being eaten.

I will not say that he had not a lingering hope in his heart that Mrs.
Calland would refuse his sacrifice. But his hope was vain. Instant
relief and gratitude showed in the mother’s eyes and voice. And Joseph
carried out his part so well that Rettie, gleeful and happy every
minute of the long two hours, did not so much as think of the dinner.

“You are a good, kind boy,” said Mrs. Calland, heartily. “Now run right
down to dinner; we saved some nice and warm for you.”

Yes, it was warm: but the great fruit pudding was spoiled of its
beauty, and the fruit pyramid had fallen, and the workers were scraping
dishes and hurrying away the remains of the feast, while he ate, and
the girls were out on the lawn playing tennis and croquet, double sets
at both, and no room for him, and the glory of everything had departed.
The description of it all, which he had meant to write to Jean, would
have to be so changed that there would be no pleasure in writing it.
What had been the use of spoiling his own day? No one would ever know
it, he couldn’t even tell Jean, because of course the verse didn’t mean
any such thing.

“But I don’t see why it pitched into a fellow so, if it didn’t
_belong_,” he said, rising from the table just as Ann, the dishwasher,
snatched his plate, for which she had been waiting. “And, anyhow, I
feel kind of glad I did it, whether it belonged or not.”

“He is a kind-hearted, unselfish boy,” said Mrs. Calland to her little
daughter, that evening, “and you and mamma must see in how many ways we
can be good to him.”

/*
    PANSY.
*/


MOTHER’S FACE.

/*
    THREE little boys talked together
      One sunny summer day,
    And I leaned out of the window
      To hear what they had to say.

    “The prettiest thing I ever saw,”
      One of the little boys said,
    “Was a bird in grandpa’s garden,
      All black and white and red.”

    “The prettiest thing I ever saw,”
      Said the second little lad,
    “Was a pony at the circus—
      I wanted him awful bad.”

    “I think,” said the third little fellow,
      With a grave and gentle grace,
    “That the prettiest thing in all the world
      Is just my mother’s face.”
                     —EBEN E. REXFORD, _in Good Cheer._
*/


ONLY A BICYCLE.

[Illustration: I]T was the day before Thanksgiving. Cold weather had
come on early. The ground had been frozen solid for several days, and
the country roads were “smooth as glass”; so Grandpa Kirke said when
he came home from the post-office Tuesday afternoon. “But I shouldn’t
wonder if we were to have snow before morning,” he added. And at this
the little granddaughter Lucy L. clapped her hands gleefully. The
boy Whittier said nothing, but presently a noise was heard up in the
wood-house chamber, and Mrs. Kirke said in a startled tone, “What’s
that?”

Grandpa stepped to the door and called, “Whittier!”

[Illustration: “GRANDMA KIRKE MIGHT GIVE YOU A BREAKFAST.”]

“Sir?” responded the boy quickly.

“Oh! you are there.”

“Coming in a minute; do you want anything?” said Whittier, and in less
than a minute the boy appeared below stairs with his sled. “Looks
pretty well to start on a second winter with!” he said, as he dusted
and examined the treasure. “Say, Lucy Larcom, how will you like to ride
to school on the Flyaway to-morrow morning?”

Grandma laughed, and said, “You seem to be counting on snow, for sure.”

“But you know grandpa said maybe it would snow, and when grandpa says
maybe, it most always comes so,” said Lucy.

Sure enough snow lay on the ground, pure and white, to the depth of
several inches when they looked out that morning before Thanksgiving
Day. The children could scarcely be prevailed upon to eat their
breakfast, so eager were they to get off to school with the Flyaway.
Grandma said:

“This won’t last long; snow that falls upon frozen ground never stays.
It is the snow that comes in the mud that makes sleighing to last.”
This somewhat chilled their expectations, but Lucy concluded that the
snow would last until recess, anyway. As the two started off grandma,
watching them from the window, said with a sigh, “How much Whittier
looks like our John at his age!”

“God forbid that he should grow up to remind you of John!” replied Mr.
Kirke, almost bitterly.

Mrs. Kirke washed the dishes and tidied the room in silence, then
stepping to her husband’s side she laid her hand upon his shoulder, and
said softly, “Joseph, to-morrow is Thanksgiving Day!”

“Well?”

“I have made the pies and the pudding and the plum cake that John
always liked so well, and now if John should come home?”

“Well?” this time the monosyllable was spoken a trifle less impatiently.

“If he should come home you would receive him? Remember, Joseph, John
is our first-born.”

“’Tain’t no ways likely he’ll come!”

“I don’t know; someway I’ve been thinking lik’sanyway he’ll be thinking
about the old home when Thanksgiving comes round. Anyway, I’ve made
them things for him, but then,” she added, more to herself than to her
husband, “I’m always ready for him. The bed is always made up for him,
and there is always something cooked that he likes.”

Meantime the children had gone on their way, Whittier drawing his
sister upon the Flyaway, bending all his energies to the task, for the
sledding was not very good, so it happened that Lucy was the first to
spy a strange sight for that part of the country.

“Look, Whitty! what is that coming?” exclaimed his sister.

Then Whittier stopped, and Lucy in her excitement jumped off the sled
and stood beside him, half-frightened.

“Why, that must be one of them things they call a bicycle!” said the
boy; “I’ve read a lot about them, and Tom Green saw one in Galway when
he was over there staying with his uncle. I guess this is the first one
ever got around this way. My! how he skims along. But I wish he would
stop, so we could see the machine better.”

As if divining the boy’s wish, the bicyclist came to a stand-still and
dismounted as he reached the place where the children waited.

“Halloo, my boy! How’ll you swap? I think I’d like to go coasting this
morning; those hills over there look as though they might give a chance
for some sport.”

“Say,” continued the stranger without giving Whittier a chance to
speak, “do you s’pose a fellow could get a breakfast anywhere around
here?”

“I don’t know,” replied Whittier slowly. “I guess, though, that grandma
would give you some. I’ve heard her say she never could find it in her
heart to turn a tramp away because maybe uncle John might be wanting
something to eat and she would want somebody to give him a meal.”

The stranger stooped down and seemed to be brushing the snow off the
wheel, and when he spoke it was in a very quiet tone:

“Where does grandma live, and what is her name?”

“Her name is Grandma Kirke, and she lives over there in the white house
you see by the red barn.”

“And is there a Grandpa Kirke?”

“Of course! we’d have to have a grandpa or we couldn’t get along, could
we?” said Lucy, startled out of her shyness at the thought that there
could be a house without a grandpa.

“There is just Grandpa and Grandma Kirke and us,” said Whittier; “we
used to have an uncle John, though Lucy Larcom and I came here after he
went away. He has been gone five years, but you better not say anything
about him if you go there, because it always makes grandma cry.”

“And does grandpa cry?”

“No; he only looks sober, but I guess he feels awful bad about uncle
John, for he says it was rum that made him go off, and grandpa hates
rum like poison. He won’t have even cider in the house, and he always
votes against rum too.”

“And don’t grandma make currant wine and keep it in the cellar for
Thanksgiving and Christmas?” asked the stranger.

“My! no! grandma hates everything that has alcohol in it. She wouldn’t
have it anywhere around; but she will give you a cup of coffee, I
guess.”

“And you think she would be glad to see John?”

“I know she would!” Then as a thought flashed into his mind, the boy
said suddenly, “Say, if you go riding around the country much on that
machine maybe you’ll come across my uncle; if you do, just tell him
grandma keeps things all ready for him, ’specting him to come, will
you?”

“All right, I will; good-by!” and mounting his wheel the stranger rode
off towards the little white house which Whittier had pointed out. “As
if I didn’t know that house and every room in it!” he said, talking to
himself. “And so grandma keeps things ready for her wandering son!” and
here he lifted his hand to brush away something from his cheek.

It could not have been a fly that frosty morning, could it?

I have not space to tell you of the stranger’s reception at the
farmhouse. There must have been joy in heaven over the returning
repentant prodigal; and what a Thanksgiving that was! When the next
day the sons and daughters gathered for the feast, and found this
long-absent brother returned, their cup of joy and thanksgiving
seemed to overflow. But I want to tell you of a bit of talk that took
place when uncle John had gathered the children all about him in the
afternoon.

They were examining the bicycle, and he had been telling them some
incidents of his long journey, when suddenly he said, “Now, children,
you think this is a nice thing, and you boys quite envy your old uncle
its possession, don’t you?”

“Not quite that, I guess,” replied one of the older boys, “but I’d like
to own one.”

“Well, perhaps your father will buy this; I want to sell it.” At this
they all looked aghast to think their uncle would be willing to part
with such a treasure.

“Just let me tell you something, boys,” he continued; “I am forty years
old, and all I possess in the world is this bicycle and a very few
dollars which I have earned since I became a sober man. I have thrown
away the best part of my life. Here are my brothers with comfortable
homes all their own, and I with nothing, and all because of rum! and I
began by drinking cider over there at the mill. Boys, let it alone;
don’t begin, and you will never be the slave of rum.”

“But, uncle John,” said one, “you are not a slave any more.”

“No; but I shall carry the marks of my fetters to the grave. I tell you
it hasn’t paid. Forty years old, and nothing to show for my life! Sign
the pledge, boys; sign the pledge, and you will not have to say that
when you are forty years old. I trust you will have something more than
a bicycle to show for it.”

/*
    FAYE HUNTINGTON.
*/


A MOTHER’S PRAYER.

/*
    “SOMETHING for me, dear mamma, write!”
    Came with her kiss and sweet “good-night!”
    So thinking, with a mother’s love,
    Of all that waits below, above—
    Each upward step, each earthward snare,
    I breathe for her a mother’s prayer.

    Father, I ask not cloudless day
    To shine o’er all the untried way
    Appointed for these tender feet
    Ere they may walk the golden street;
    Whate’er the path Thy love assign,
    Hold fast this little hand in Thine.

    I dare not say for this young heart
    So much of earthly bliss impart;
    From thine it caught its earliest thrill,
    Each throb but answers to Thy will,
    So in Thy tender love I rest—
    Whate’er betide, Thou knowest best!

    Not wealth I crave, its unseen “wings”
    Rank it amid earth’s baseless things;
    Not on the scroll of worldly fame
    I ask to write this well-loved name;
    One book I know than all more fair,
    The “Book of Life,” oh! write it there.

    Saviour of little ones, I bring
    To Thee this priceless offering,
    This one sweet lamb, nor let her stray
    Far from thy heavenly fold away;
    “By the still waters” cool and sweet,
    “In pastures green” oh! guide her feet.
*/


ALL ALONG THE LINE.

R. M. ALDEN (_Editor_).

/#
    GREETING to all the Pansies! In this Department we are
    to have news from Churches, Sunday-schools, Mission
    Bands, and all such things. And we want to invite
    all the Pansies to contribute some news. If your
    Sunday-school or Mission Band has had an entertainment,
    write and tell us about it, or tell us about what you
    did last Christmas, Easter, or Children’s Day. Address,
    R. M. Alden, Winter Park, Orange County, Florida.
#/

THE Arabic Bible is completed, and is said to be selling at a great
rate, in Alexandria, Egypt.

THE room in which the infidel Voltaire once predicted the speedy
overthrow of Christianity, is now used as a Bible depository.

THREE missionaries have been recently murdered: Rev. John Houghton and
wife of Golbanti, East Africa, and Bishop Hannington.

NOT long ago, a Mr. Green, president of a temperance society of
England, destroyed the contents of his wine-cellar, valued at three
thousand dollars.

WE are glad to hear that the government of Japan has forbidden the
lecturing against Christianity, by “Yaso Taiji,” or Jesus opposers,
believing it to be damaging to the country.

WE hear of a church in Iowa which is very new, and not yet furnished.
Just now the Sunday-school scholars are seated on rough boards resting
on boxes. But this is a good beginning.

A LITTLE over twenty-five years ago Sunday-schools were introduced into
Sweden. Now there are two hundred thousand Sunday-school scholars and
twenty thousand teachers in the country!

THERE is a saloon in the city of Cincinnati, called “The Spider Web,”
with a picture on the sign of a spider in his web. How appropriate this
is, when the business of the saloon is to entangle men’s souls and
bodies!

BEFORE the war, a slave was beaten terribly by his master for being
“religious,” and the cruel man afterward exclaimed: “There! what will
your religion do for you now?” “It will help me to forgive you, Massa,”
was the reply.

A MINISTER of Kansas said that he once took into the church, at one
communion service, a Chinaman, a colored man, two Germans, an Irishman
and some Americans. “There is neither Jew nor Greek, circumcision nor
uncircumcision, Barbarian, Scythian, bond nor free: but Christ is all,
and in all.”

THE Societies of Christian Endeavor, among the young people, are
growing, all over the country. There is a thriving one in a little
church in New York State, of which we know. They recently gave a “lawn
party” and raised money to fresco, paint, carpet, and partially seat
the chapel of the church. They also have an “envelope fund,” and each
member brings weekly some regular amount. Half of this goes to regular
church expenses, and half to anything for which they vote to use it.

IN Southern Ohio last spring there was a little brick church, the
wall-paper of which had peeled off. The walls were dirty, the matting
in the aisles was dirty, the seats were ugly, and the chandeliers hung
from the ceiling by ropes. The people were discouraged, and thought
nothing could be done. But some money was raised, and the walls were
re-papered, the seats oiled and grained, a new carpet put down, the
chandeliers hung nicely, and now such a pretty little church as it
is! If you could have seen it the Sunday before it was fixed, and the
Sunday after, you would have thought it a wonderful transformation,
indeed.

REV. MR. MEADE, of New York State, who has been in the temperance
work among the colored people of the South, says he was present at a
conference of their church, when the ministers were bringing up the
money from the churches. One man brought “all de money he could raise,”
and then took a shining silver dollar. “Dat,” said he, “is from me,
for de home missionary cause. And dat,” taking out another, “for the
foreign missionary cause. And,” turning to Mr. Meade, “if I had another
cent, I’d gib it to you, for de temperance work, but I have to walk
home thirty miles now, widout money to pay my fare.” Mr. Meade gave him
a chance to bring up a package from the depot, and he was delighted to
earn twenty-five cents for “de temperance cause.”

[Illustration: THANKSGIVING NIGHT.]



/*
    _Volume 14, Number 2._      Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO.
                    _November 13, 1886._
*/

THE PANSY.


[Illustration: ANOTHER BABY!]


“SHE.”

BY PANSY.


CHAPTER I.

[Illustration: M]ARGARET was washing the dishes; making a vigorous
clash and spatter, and setting down the cups so hard that had they been
anything but the good solid iron-stone which they were, they would
certainly have suffered under the treatment.

Margaret was noisy in all things, but to-day the usual vigor of
movement was manifestly increased by ill humor. There was an ominous
setting of a pair of firm lips, and all her face was in a frown. The
knives and forks, when their turn came, seemed to increase her ire.
She rattled and flung them about with such reckless disregard of
consequences that there landed, presently, a lovely tricolored globe
of foam in the centre of John’s arithmetic, over which he was at this
moment gloomily bending.

“Look here,” he said, half fiercely, half comically, “quit that, will
you? This thing is dry enough, I know; but it will take more than soap
suds to dampen it.”

“Take your book out of my way, then. What do you s’pose _she_ would say
to its being on the table and you bending double over it?”

“She may say just exactly what she pleases. It will stay on the table
until I get ready to take it off.”

“O yes! you’re very brave until you hear her coming, and then you are
as meek as Moses.”

“Now I say, Mag, that’s mean in you, when you know well enough that all
I’m after is to try to keep the peace.”

“Peace! there isn’t enough of that article left in this house to make
it worth while to try to save it. I’m sick to death of the whole
thing.” And the knives bumped about against a plate in the dish-pan
with such force that the plate rebelled and flew into three pieces in
its rage.

“There goes another dish!” exclaimed West, from the window corner where
he was busily whittling; “that makes the seventeenth this week, doesn’t
it? Mag, you are awful, and no mistake.”

Then Margaret’s face flamed and her angry words burst their bounds:
“I wish you would just mind your own business, Weston Moore! You think
because you are eighteen months and seven days older than I, that you
can order me around like a slave.”

“Whew! bless my eyes! How you do blaze out on a fellow! Who thought of
ordering you around? I should as soon think of ordering a cyclone. I
was only moralizing on the sweet and amiable mood you were in, and the
nice comfortable times we have in this house.”

“Well, you may let my moods alone if you please; and my dishes too.
I’ve a right to break them all if I choose, for all you. I’d rather
blaze up in a rage, than be an everlasting tease and torment, like you.”

“Father’ll have a word to say about the dishes, I fancy, my lady; you
might now and then think of him: he isn’t made of gold, I s’pose you
know, and dishes cost money.”

“I do think of him a great deal oftener than you do, you great lazy,
whittling, whistling boy! If it wasn’t for him I’d run away, and be rid
of her and you, and all the other nuisances, dishes and all.”

She paused in her clatter long enough to dash away two or three great
tears which were plashing down her hot red cheeks.

“As to that,” said the whittler, as he slowly closed his jack-knife,
“perhaps you better seriously consider it. I’m not sure but it would
be more comfortable for all concerned; especially the dishes.” Then
he spied the tears; and seizing upon the dish towel which had been
angrily flung across the back of a chair, he rushed toward his sister,
exclaiming: “Here, let me wipe away those briny drops.”

Margaret’s hands were in the dishwater again, but she drew them forth
all dripping with the greasy suds, and brought the right one with a
resounding slap, about the curly head of the mocking boy.

Just how he would have received it will not be known; for the sudden
jerk backwards of the left arm, came against the full dish-pan, already
set too near the edge of the table, and over it went, deluging table,
floor, and Margaret’s dress not only, but pouring a greasy flood over
the rows of bread tins carefully covered, and set in a sheltered corner
for the dough to rise.

Margaret’s exclamation of dismay was suddenly checked, and the angry
color flamed back into her eyes as the door leading into the hall
opened, and a woman appeared on the scene—a tall, pale woman in a
plain, dark, close-fitting calico dress, without a collar, and with
dark, almost black hair combed straight back from a plain face. She
gave a swift glance at the confusion, and took in the situation.

“Quarreling again! I might have known it. Were you three ever together
in your lives, without it? John, let the book alone until it dries; if
it had not been on the kitchen table where I told you never to have it,
the dishwater wouldn’t have ruined it. And the bread too! I declare!
This is too bad!” These last words came in detached sentences as the
extent of the misfortune grew upon her.

A quick snatch of the carefully tucked cloth, now holding little pools
of dishwater, a comprehension of the utter ruin of the many loaves of
bread, and she turned upon the wrathful girl:

“Margaret, go upstairs this minute, and don’t venture down again until
you are called. I’m sure I wish you need never come.”

“You can’t begin to wish it as I do.” This was Margaret’s last bitter
word as she shot out of the door.

John stood dolefully surveying his soaking arithmetic, and his great
sheet of now ruined examples, carefully worked out. The woman was
already tucking up her calico dress ready for work, but she had a
message for him.

“Now _you_ go _some_where; don’t let me see you until dinner time. And
mind, I shall tell your father you have disobeyed me again.”

As for Weston the tease, he had slipped swiftly and silently from the
room with the entrance of the mother.

Yes, she was their mother. At least, she was their father’s wife,
though none of the three had ever called her by the name of mother. A
curious position she held in the home, bound by solemn pledge to do a
mother’s duty by these three children, yet receiving from none of them
a shred of the love, or respect, or true obedience, which the name
mother ought to call forth.

Poor Mrs. Moore! I do hope you are sorry for her. Sorry for the
children, are you? Well, so am I.

Indeed it is true, they every one need pity and help. The question is,
Will they get what they need?

Upstairs, angry Margaret made haste to remove her much soiled dress,
eyes flashing, and cheeks burning the while. Something more than the
scenes we watched in the kitchen had to do with Margaret’s mood.

A green and prickly chestnut bur came whizzing into the room, landing
in the middle of her bed.

It called forth an angry exclamation. Here was some more of that
tormenting West’s work. She would not stand it! She made a rush for the
window, but a low, merry laugh stopped her. This was not West’s laugh.

“Well,” said Hester Andrews, from under the chestnut-tree, “can you go?”

“No; of course I can’t. I should think you might know without asking.
Do I ever go anywhere now days?”

“It is just too mean for anything!” declared Hester. “What reason does
she give this time?”

There was a peculiar emphasis on the word “this,” which was meant
to indicate that here was only one of the numberless times in which
Margaret Moore had been shamefully treated, Margaret answered the tone
as well as the words.

“Oh! father says he can’t have me out so late in the evening; it isn’t
the thing for a little girl, and he doesn’t approve of sail boats,
anyway. As if I didn’t know where all that stuff came from!”

“The idea! I declare, it’s a perfect shame. Wouldn’t you like to see
your own mother keeping you at home from places, and treating you like
a baby, or a slave, as she does?”

“Don’t you speak my mother’s name the same day you do _hers_,” said
Margaret, with fierce voice and flashing eyes.

“Well, I’m sure I don’t wonder that you feel so,” was Hester’s soothing
answer. “I’m just as sorry for you as I can be; I wonder sometimes that
you don’t run away. Every one says it comes harder on you, because you
are a girl: the boys can keep out of her sight. O Mag! I’m so sorry you
can’t go. If _your_ mother were only here, what lovely times we could
have?”

And this was the help which Margaret’s most intimate friend brought
her! In point of fact, these two knew no more of what the mourned
mother would have done, than did the squirrels up in the chestnut-tree.
She had been lying in the cemetery for a year when Hester Andrews’
family moved into the town, and Margaret was only a busy little
elf of not quite six, when she received with gleeful laughter her
mother’s last kiss. What did she know how the mother would treat the
thirteen-year-old girl’s longings for sail boats and evening parties?

Downstairs, Mrs. Moore left to solitude and bitter thoughts, worked
with swift, skilled fingers, and set lips. Not long alone; some one
came to help her—a sister, married, and living at ease in a lovely home
only a few streets away; a younger sister who was sorry, so blindly and
unwisely sorry for the elder’s harder lot, that she could not keep back
her words of indignant sympathy.

[Illustration: “SOME ONE CAME TO HELP HER.”]

“It’s a shame!” she said, “just a burning shame, the way you are
treated by those children. The idea of your being down on your knees
mopping up the musses which they have made, on purpose to vex you. If I
were you, Sophia, I wouldn’t endure it another day. It is a wonder to
me that their father permits such a state of things. Henry and I were
speaking of it last night.”

“Their father doesn’t know the half that goes on,” Mrs. Moore said,
speaking quickly in defence of her husband. “What is the use? We live
in an uproar all the time, as it is. And after all, Emma, they are his
children.”

“I don’t care. You are his wife. You owe something to your self
respect. Henry thinks so too; he thinks it is a shame. Why do you go on
the floor and clean after them? Isn’t that girl as able to mop up her
dishwater as you are?”

Mrs. Moore wrung the wet, greasy cloth with a nervous grip, letting
some of the soiled drops trickle down her arm, in her haste, and
answered with eyes that glowed:

“To tell the truth, I would scrub the floor after her all day, for the
sake of getting her out of my sight for an hour.”

And this was the help Mrs. Moore received.


THE MISSION OF A GRAY WOOLLEN SOCK.

[Illustration: V]ARIOUS exclamations greeted Nell Erwin as she entered
the schoolroom and drew out her work—a coarse gray woollen sock.

It was “Fancy Friday” at Daisy Hill Seminary—something peculiar to
the place. Three Fridays out of the month were spent in the customary
elocutionary exercises, but the afternoon of the fourth was spent in
a cosey, informal way, the girls, both day scholars and boarders,
bringing their fancy work, and Madam Lane reading to them from some
standard work.

At the present time she was in the midst of a translation of the Iliad,
but I fear that in spite of Madam’s clear and beautiful rendition,
“Jove, the cloud-gatherer,” “Juno, the ox-eyed,” and the other Homeric
worthies, were less fascinating than “rick-rack” and “Kensington
stitches.”

On this particular Friday, there was a brilliant display of fancy work.
Helen Grant was embroidering a pair of slippers—splendid purple and
yellow pansies; Lulu Fletcher a sofa pillow—a cluster of lilies on
cardinal satin; Katie Lee was at work on an elaborate stand-spread;
Mary Morse was crocheting a fleecy white shawl; Carrie Evans was making
an applique bracket; a dozen or so girls were deep in the delightful
mysteries of “crazy quilts”; and—but, dear me! I have not the time to
enumerate all the beautiful things! Seats and desks were covered with a
dazzling array of silks and worsteds.

So you see it was no wonder that Nell’s humble gray sock created such a
sensation. However, though she blushed a little at the pleasantries of
her mates, she took her seat and courageously set to work.

“Why, Nell! I thought you were going to bring that lovely foot-rest!”
said Helen Grant. “You told me yesterday that you were going to finish
it to-day. Have you it already done?”

“O no!”

“Then why under the sun didn’t you bring it instead of this solemn old
sock!”

Nell blushed still redder, then she said hesitatingly, “Well, you see,
girls, I _did_ think I’d bring the foot-rest. In fact I had it all done
up in my work-bag, and then I remembered that I would need a pair of
scissors. So I went to mother’s work-basket, and, girls, in rummaging
around there, I got an idea!”

“An idea in a work-basket! How very remarkable! Now I shall know where
to go when I am obliged to write a composition and can’t think of
anything to say!” said Maude Hasket.

“What I mean is this,” said Nell earnestly; “I found that work-basket
full—yes, full to overflowing—with things to mend, make and fix! There
were Billy’s mittens to mend; the baby’s petticoats to be shortened;
buttons to be sewed on Kitty’s apron; a patch in Tom’s jacket, and all
for my dear little mother’s one pair of tired hands! And all to be done
this afternoon or evening! I tell you, girls, I felt ashamed when I
looked at my own nonsensical piece of fancywork! And then and there I
made up my mind to do something towards lessening the contents of that
basket. So I grabbed up this sock, for I remembered hearing mother say
only a few days ago that father needed a new pair. I’m not much of a
hand at knitting, but I’ll do all I can this afternoon, working on the
leg, and when I get home to-night, mother’ll show me about fixing the
heel.”

There was a short silence.

Presently Maude said, “Well, girls, I dare say the most of us have
mothers whose work-baskets are in the condition of the one Nell has
described! I’ve no doubt that I can find one in my own home! There
are six of us children—four younger than myself. It would take one
woman’s time to keep our little Ben in anything like decent order! He
is a veritable Peggotty for button-bursting! And sister Flo is almost
as bad! She’s a perfect Tomboy! Tears regular barn-door holes in her
apron!”

“Well, it’s pretty much the same at our house,” observed Maggie Gray.
“Of course there are not so many of us, but still mother’s sewing,
mending and darning about all the time.”

“And mine too!” said Laura Harris. “It was only last evening that I
heard father ask mother if she wouldn’t go to the lecture with him,
and she said she would like to very much, but couldn’t go, because she
had to patch Jack’s trousers so that he could wear them to school the
next day. And I sat there like an unfeeling wretch, working on a silly,
good-for-nothing lamp-mat! And mother did look so tired and wistful,
poor darling! Father seemed disappointed too. Now I might have offered
to do the patching, and so given her a chance to go. It would have done
her so much good!”

“Well,” said Maude briskly, “I guess we’re all in the same fix! We have
been going on and doing our own sweet wills, and I for one propose that
we make a change! Suppose we all agree to go to our respective mother’s
mending-basket and get work from it for our next Fancy Friday?”

“All right! We will!” chimed the others.

Further conversation on the subject was put an end to by the entrance
of Madam, Iliad in hand, and for the next hour, the girls were regaled
by the account of Achilles dragging the body of Hector nine times
around the walls of Troy.

“Four!” chimed the great clock in the hall.

“Young ladies, you are dismissed,” said Madam, closing her book. “Next
time, I think we will have a little prose instead of poetry. It will be
a change, you know. Good afternoon!”

“Prose instead of poetry,” Maude repeated as they put on their wraps.
“And we’ll have the prose of sewing instead of its poetry, won’t we?”

And Nell answered by a wave of the gray woollen sock. “You dear old
sock!” she whispered as she rolled it up, “how I did hate to bring you
this afternoon, for I was so afraid the girls would make piles of fun!
But it all turned out nicely, after all, and you had a mission, didn’t
you, you humble thing!”

/*
    M. E. BRUSH.
*/


POEM FOR RECITATION.

MISS MARION’S THANKSGIVING DAY.

/*
    TWO big houses broad and high,
    Outlined against an autumn sky.

    Set on two hills, the houses stand,
    One grim and cheerless, one fair and grand;

    One teems with life throughout its walls,
    One silent in all its stately halls.

    One is of wood, and one of stone,
    Each set in broad acres all its own.

    One is the almshouse, gaunt and gray,
    One the beautiful home of Miss Marion Ray.

    Miss Marion Ray—her kith and kin
    All to their rest have entered in.

    Now she dwells with servants in lonely state,
    In the mansion behind the iron gate.

    A lady tall, and sad, and fair,
    With a quiet face and a gentle air—

    A sweet, worn face, and hair of gray,
    Has the lonely lady, Marion Ray.

    Sometimes in the night, when all is still,
    She has looked at the lights on the other hill,

    And wondered much if ’twere sadder fate
    To live in the house with the wooden gate.

    But something happened, the other day,
    That has stirred the heart of Miss Marion Ray:

    A mother went out of the almshouse door,
    Went out of it to go back no more;

    Went out to be buried under the leaves,
    While the wind of November moans and grieves,

    And left a wee blossom with eyes of brown,
    To the tender mercies of all the town.

    Miss Marion has thought of the baby’s fate
    Till love and pity have grown so great.

    She has opened her Bible there to see:
    “As ye did it to Mine, ye did it to Me;”

    And so, on the morn of Thanksgiving Day
    In the early morn, when the sky is gray,

    At the almshouse door a carriage stands,
    With shining horses in gleaming bands;

    And into the eyes of the little child,
    The sad-eyed lady looked and smiled.

    On the silken shoulder the glittering head,
    Then—“I love ’oo, lady,” the baby said,

    Gathered close to the hungry heart,
    The child and the lady never to part—

    Carried home to the mansion grand,
    The proudest and richest in all the land.

    Never a pauper, the lovely child
    Into whose face the lady smiled.

    “Done to the least it is done to Me.”
    What grander honor on earth could be?

    Oh! a sweet and joyous Thanksgiving Day
    Has come to the home of Miss Marion Ray.

                      EMILY BAKER SMALLE.
*/


THEY “TWO AGREED.”

[Illustration: M]ISS RAINES was very earnest that day. Deb and Dora
noticed as she bent over them and whispered, “Where two agree, just
two, dear ones,” that her face was filled with a strange light.

They went home from Sabbath-school, wondering about that promise and
why their teacher gave them such a tender look as she said “Two,
remember; you are two, dear ones; haven’t you some great thing you’d
like to ask of your Heavenly Father—something for Thanksgiving Day?
Think now, won’t you? and then just you _two agree_ to ask Him.”

And she gave each a kiss, and went her way; they, theirs. But they
turned about to catch one more sight of their “beautiful teacher.” She
had turned, too, and was looking after them. She waved her hand with
another kiss, and disappeared around the corner.

On they went their weary way and talked as to what they should agree
to ask. They thought of a turkey and cranberries and mince pie as it
used to be when papa was “right” and had work and brought home money,
and mamma bought what she liked. But a turkey and no papa there to eat
it with them, or, if there, to curse, and mamma crying! that would
be no Thanksgiving for them. Besides, how could they expect a turkey
with no money or friends? and they two walked on together, wondering
what Miss Raines _could_ mean. Then a thought struck them, and at once
they stopped and their faces shone like Miss Raine’s, and there on the
street they fairly leaped up and down for joy.

“What is it?” said Deb.

“And what is it, _you_?” answered Dora.

“Let’s ask Him,” said Deb.

“Let’s,” answered Dora, “but what?”

“To give us our own papa back again.”

“Agreed, Deb; and let’s begin now.”

And away they ran down, down the dirty street. Dogs barked; ragged boys
laughed and hooted, but Deb and Dora were soon up the old stairs, into
the little dark bedroom, on their knees.

Just one thing they plead, they two; first Deb, “Give back our papa,”
then Dora, the same.

Then with radiant faces to poor mamma.

Wednesday they two went through the market.

Turkeys, chickens, ducks, by the ton. So many were buying, their eyes
were hungry. But they could not buy one cent’s worth, not having even
that. Still, somehow, they murmured not, nor charged God foolishly.
They _knew_ there was a good time coming. They looked from the fat
stalls and smiled into each other’s face.

That evening it was a bare floor at their home, an almost empty grate,
little or no bread, mamma sad as usual.

But Deb and Dora laughed and chatted joyously as though they were at a
king’s banquet. They had come from their knees.

Then a knock, and the door slightly opened, and a turkey, ready for
the oven, looked in and a hand came after it and—dear poor papa after
the hand, and mamma sobbed out something. Deb and Dora seized the
turkey and cranberries, then bounded into papa’s outstretched arms.
Then they danced about the room as though they were mad.

Papa had that very morning signed the pledge and found work, and there
was his wages—that turkey with needful sauce and vegetables.

He was trusted for half a ton of coal. Just then the coal man rapped at
the door to know where to put it.

The next day was Thanksgiving. They four went to church. They were
shown into a seat near Miss Raines.

Deb and Dora whispered to her. She whispered back, “Did not I tell you
so?”

That day “poor papa” asked the blessing. And so ever after.

/*
    REV. C. M. LIVINGSTON.
*/


BEING TRUE.

[Illustration: S]HE was four and he was six. She sat on the piano
stool, and he stood beside her; and I, behind the curtain, heard their
talk.

“I picked out the biggest one there was, and brought it on purpose for
you and me.”

“But we mustn’t eat it, because mamma wouldn’t like it; you know she
wouldn’t, Freddy.”

“She wouldn’t care if it didn’t hurt us, and it _wouldn’t_. Who ever
heard of an apple hurting anybody? You just take a big bite, and then I
will.”

“No, Freddy, I can’t, and you can’t. Mamma said if they were hard, we
mustn’t.”

“That ain’t so very hard. Mamma is in a worry. Aunt Mag said it
wouldn’t hurt us; she said mamma worried about things. If she doesn’t
know, she can’t worry. Let’s go behind the curtain and eat it, then if
mamma comes up, she won’t see us.”

“No, Freddy. God can see us behind the curtain, as well as he can in
this room, and this apple is as hard as a rock. Now, Freddy, let’s be
_true_.”

“Well,” said Freddy, “we will.”

/*
    PANSY.
*/

[Illustration: “NOW, FREDDY, LET’S BE TRUE.”]



/*
    _Volume 14, Number 3._      Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO.
                    _November 20, 1886._
*/

THE PANSY.


[Illustration: “I DID IT WITH THE NEW KNIFE!”]


UNCLE WILL’S JACK-KNIFE.

/*
    GRANDPA sat in his big arm-chair,
      At the close of a long, bright day,
    Gathered closely about him
      Robbie, Martie and Say.
    “So you want another story!
      What shall it be to-night?”
    And Grandpa stroked Say’s shining head
      Till it glowed in the fading light.

    Chorused the sweet-voiced trio,
      “Tell us something we don’t know:
    Tell us something that happened
      Ever so long ago.”
    “Well,” said Grandpa slowly,
      “I thought of something to-day,
    Something that really happened,
      But ’tis more for the boys than Say—

    “Something about my own little boy,
      Your grave good uncle Will,
    He preaches to us each Sunday,
      And the people all keep still.
    The thing he wanted most to own,
      When he was a little boy,
    Was a big jack-knife, with four shining blades,
      That was his dream of joy.

    “And I meant to give him a beauty
      For a grand birthday surprise;
    I wanted to see his pleasure,
      The laugh in his great blue eyes,
    But I didn’t tell him, of course not,
      And to get it he saw no way:
    Once I heard him say so sadly,
      ‘When I get it I’ll be gray.’

    “Now there was a good old carpenter
      Who lived not far away,
    And Will used to go quite often,
      ’Mong the shavings and chips to play—
    That good old man is in Heaven
      This many and many a year,
    But I can see him as plainly now
      As, children, I see you here.

    “Such a knife as my Willie wanted
      Was always by his side;
    Sometimes it was under the shavings—
      Seemed almost in play to hide.
    Now I must tell you a sad, sad tale:
      One day my little Will,
    When the old man went to his dinner,
      Crept there so sly and still,

    “And _stole_ the knife he wanted,
      And carried it away
    In his little inside pocket—
      O sorrowful, sorrowful day!
    But do you think he was happy?
      Ah, no! and again, ah, no!
    He could not use it or show it,
      And nobody must know.

    “So he grew sadder, and sadder,
      My pitiful little man!
    And shrank from me and his mother,
      And was thin and pale and wan,
    Till one day he told me the story
      With many a bitter tear,
    And laid the knife before me,
      And sobbed on my shoulder, here.

    “Then I told him he must carry it,
      And tell the dear old man
    How he stole it, and he was sorry.
      It was hard, but he said, ‘I can.’
    Then I told him his Heavenly Father,
      He had sinned against Him too;
    And Will asked Him to forgive him,
      And I think Our Father knew.

    “He says that the scent of new shavings;
      Sickens him in the air,
    And the sound of their rustle underfoot
      _To-day_ he cannot bear.
    That year his birthday present
      Wasn’t a big jack-knife—
    I gave him something different;
      But the lesson was for life.”

    Then up spoke the little girlie:
      “Grandpa, ’twas some for me;
    I wanted a ribbon for kitty’s neck,
      And I almost took it, you see.
    Kitty is white and pretty,
      And the ribbon was pretty and blue,
    I wanted to do it, Grandpa,
      And nobody ever knew.”
*/

/*
    “But then, you see you didn’t,
      My darling little Say;
    You triumphed over temptation,
      And that is the very way.
    Now, little folks, ’tis our bed-time:
      Robbie and Martie, may you
    Both grow to be like uncle Will,
      As noble and as true.”
                                      E. B. S.
*/


THE PEACHES.

I ONCE read a story that I want to tell the Pansies. A man brought some
fine luscious peaches to his four boys and their mother. They had never
seen any peaches before. That evening, he said, “Well, how did you like
the peaches?” The elder answered, “Father, it was lovely; I kept the
stone, and shall have a tree for myself some day.”

The father was well pleased with his boy’s thoughtfulness.

Then the youngest said: “I ate mine and threw away the stone; mother
gave me half of hers.”

Another spoke up: “I picked up the stone my brother threw away, and ate
the kernel. I sold my peach, and will buy a dozen with the money when I
go to town.”

“And you, Edmund?” the father asked.

“I took mine to George, who is ill with fever. I laid it on his bed,
and came away.”

“Now, who has done the best?” inquired the father.

“Brother Edmund,” they all exclaimed, and his mother embraced him with
tears in her eyes.

From this fable you may learn many valuable lessons. The first is
Prudence and Carefulness; for, if we all planted stones and trees, we
should, like the Spaniards, have a great abundance of the good things
of life; and we may likewise learn a lesson of unselfishness, and also
be taught to have a kindly consideration for the sick, to whom little
attentions are very gratifying.

Each one of us could do something to cheer the many sick-rooms if we
faithfully endeavored so to do, and always kept in mind the motto of
“The Pansy Society.” Let us take the story of “The Peaches” for our
lesson.

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MONTEAGLE.

BY PANSY.

CHAPTER I.

[Illustration: “Y]ES,” said Mrs. Hammond, a little sigh in her voice as
she spoke, “Mr. Hart is going with us; I don’t know how long he will
stay. I’m afraid there is very little on Monteagle to hold him.”

Two children sat on the extreme end of the broken steps; one was pale,
thin, hollow-eyed and sorrowful. The other was rosy-cheeked, chubby,
and dirty. The pale one was perhaps twelve years old; the other,
somewhat younger.

“Only hear that name!” said the hollow-eyed girl. “Monteagle! doesn’t
it make you feel cool just to think it over?”

“I didn’t think it over,” said Rosy Cheek. “What is it, and where is
it?”

“I don’t know where it is,” spoken very wearily, as though it was an
effort to speak at all. “In Heaven, maybe; the word sounds like it.
Monteagle! it must be high, and cool, and still. I wonder what it feels
like to be cool and still? Oh! how _hot_ it is! O dear me!”

There was such a world of longing and weariness in the sentence, that
Mrs. Hammond turned and looked curiously at the girl; then uttered a
little exclamation of surprise, and perhaps dismay.

“Who is that girl, and what is the matter with her?”

The man who was busy with a troublesome strap which had to do with Mrs.
Hammond’s phaeton, glanced up for a moment, then said:

“That is my girl, ma’am, if you mean the pale one. There ain’t anything
the matter with her now, only weakness, the doctor says. She’s had the
fever—been dreadful sick. There was a spell when I thought she wouldn’t
pull through, nohow, but she did, up to a certain p’int, there she
stopped, and there she hangs—jest crawls about all day; doesn’t eat
nothing, and doesn’t sleep nights, only off and on, you know. I dunno
what to do with her.”

Mrs. Hammond looked again at the girl who had dropped into a listless
attitude, a very photograph of discouraged weakness. The rosy-cheeked
younger one in a much soiled dress had slipped away. Mrs. Hammond
looked from the girl to the low, small, tumble-down building on the
steps of which she sat, imagined the room in which she must spend
her nights, imagined the table at which she must sit down to eat her
“nothing,” and murmured, “Poor thing!” with another long-drawn sigh.

How could one be expected to gain strength in such a home as that must
be?

“Who takes care of you and your daughter?”

[Illustration: BABY ETHEL.]

She had turned again to the man at the carriage. He gave a short
half-laugh as he answered slowly: “Well, as to that, what care we get
we have to give to ourselves. Her and me live alone; since the boy went
to work for his board, at the meat market, I’ve took care of her the
best I could, since she got on her feet again; and when she was sick,
the neighbors was kind. The doctor was, too—uncommon kind; stayed the
most of two nights himself, and brought his woman once or twice to see
her; but she’s gone now, up to Monteagle, along with the rest of the
world. I suppose it is cool up there, ma’am?”

“Yes,” said Mrs. Hammond, with another sigh. “It is cool there; poor
thing! I don’t see how she is ever to get well in such a place.”

This last, in undertone; then louder: “She is Northern born, too, I
think you said?”

“Who, ma’am, the girl? O yes; we’re from the North.”

It was the man’s turn to sigh now. “We come down here to try the
climate for her mother—but it didn’t do; we came too late, or
something. The mother died the very next summer, and we’ve had to pull
along alone. There, ma’am, I think that buckle is all right now; it
won’t come out again of itself in a hurry. It’s lucky I happened to be
around; it might have made you trouble. Why, no, ma’am, I don’t want no
_pay_ for a job like that; it didn’t take ten minutes, and it ain’t in
my line anyhow.”

“What can she do when she is well?” asked Mrs. Hammond, holding out the
shining silver.

“What, my girl? Why, as to that, I dunno as she can be said to know how
to do anything. She works along as well as she can; and we make out to
live, but you see it is pretty nigh four years since her mother died;
and she was a young thing then. She ain’t had no chance. I ain’t got no
change, Mis’ Hammond, and I don’t want no pay, neither.”

“I don’t want change, Mr. West; it is worth a dollar to me to know that
all the buckles and straps are in order. I shall leave that matter
of hauling the dirt in your hands, then. It can be done just as well
while I am away; Mr. Hart will be back and forth, I presume, and he can
direct you if you need any directions; good-morning!” And the little
pony phaeton drove away.

As the fat little white pony carefully drew the carriage around the
curve, his mistress heard a weak, petulant voice say: “O father, it is
_so_ hot; I don’t know what to do.”

“Poor thing!” said Mrs. Hammond for the third time, “I don’t know what
she will do. It _is_ very warm indeed. She thinks Monteagle sounds like
Heaven. I presume it would seem almost like Heaven to her. If there was
anything she could do”—and then Mrs. Hammond looked at her watch, and
spoke sharply to the fat pony, and they went to the house at a brisk
trot.

It was a lovely home. Before even the pony turned in at the tree-lined
carriage drive which wound quite around the house, you would have known
by the air of quiet elegance which hung gracefully over everything in
sight, that you were coming to a home that commanded money and culture.
In the wide handsome hall everything was in order, and the rooms
opening from them were cool, and dark, and elegant. Yet Mrs. Hammond
as she dropped sun hat and umbrella on a white sofa, and trailed her
white morning shawl over the soft carpet toward an easy chair, said:
“O dear! it is warm _everywhere_. I wish we were on the mountain this
minute.” Even as she spoke, she thought of that hollow-eyed West girl
again. When, after a few minutes of rest, she mounted the long winding
flight of stairs to the nursery, the sight which met her eyes was not
calculated to cool her.

Miss Ethel Hammond was on an investigating tour. At this particular
minute she belonged in a wide white crib rolled into the coolest,
shadiest corner of the northwestern veranda, eyes closed, lovely face
shaded from intruding bugs and flies by a network of delicate creamy
lace, and Jennette, the nurse, within easy range of the treasure. Where
Jennette was just now, was not apparent, but Miss Ethel was certainly
not in her crib. Her eyes were very wide open, and she had the room to
herself.

By dint of much energy, she had succeeded in pulling one of the heavy
chairs before the object of her most intense desire, and, climbing in,
was in the act of leaning forward to grasp it, when Mrs. Hammond opened
the door. “It” was a rare and wonderfully mounted clock, heavy enough
to put Ethel’s busy inquiring brain at rest forever, should the strong
little hands succeed in pulling it over on her; or, failing in that,
should she lose her balance and pitch head-first against the corner of
the cruel marble.

No time for exclamations; rather, enough presence of mind to avoid
them. With swift, silent steps she moved across the room; a long room,
and seeming to the startled mother miles long, just then. A moment more
and she had the wide-awake, energetic, struggling, disappointed baby in
her arms. So near to its life-purpose only to be thwarted!

The first thing the mother did, was to kiss Ethel; though her mouth was
wide open, and from it were issuing loud, disappointed yells.

The next thing was to think aloud: “That is as much confidence as I
was afraid I could place in Jennette. She is good for ruffling, and
tucking, and ironing the baby’s dresses, but not for watching her.”

The next was to say within her heart, “I should think _she_ might be
able to help keep a baby out of mischief.”

But this last thought was not about Jennette.


SOME REMARKABLE WOMEN.

S.—SMITH, MRS. HANNAH WHITALL.

[Illustration: B]ORN and reared in a Quaker home, educated in a Quaker
school, and for many years holding her membership in the sect known by
that name, Mrs. Smith has been characterized as “a Friend indeed.” Of
her father and herself, this has been said: “He was a bright, cheery,
joyous, yet Cromwellian soldier, clapped by mistake under the broad
brim of a Quaker, but this extinguisher was never able to hide his
gladsome piety, and the daughter is her father over again.”

Her husband is a partner in the firm of Whitall, Tatum & Co. And
just here I want to tell you something which I learned the other day
regarding the temperance principles of this firm. Their business is
the manufacture of white glass; theirs being the largest establishment
of the kind in the world. So consistent and loyal to the cause of
temperance are these men, that no orders for glass ware are accepted
from men who will use the bottles and glasses for rum in any of its
guises!

Doubtless they sometimes lose money by refusing large orders, but
it is a fact that it sometimes costs something to be consistent.
Nevertheless, let us be consistent—it pays in the long run! Mrs. Smith
is well known to the world of Christians as H. W. S. You may have seen
in your mother’s workbasket, or found slipped between the leaves of her
Bible or other favorite book of devotion, little tracts bearing this
signature.

She has for many years been accustomed to give expositions of
Scriptures, sometimes going to obscure country churches of a Sabbath
evening, then again speaking to thousands gathered in an immense
hall in London. Of her powers as a public speaker, an English paper
says: “Her freshness, her profound insight, are as remarkable as her
surprising fluency.”

I think it was in a little paper called _Times of Refreshing_, that an
article appeared which described the effect of her addresses upon an
audience as something remarkable. Saying that, however old and worn
the topic, she by her vigorous way of presenting the truth seemed to
make it over new, and the secret of her power is given in five words:
“consecrated talent and careful research.”

One of her children says of her: “She seems to me perfectly unselfish,
and this she carries into the smallest details.” Of how many of us can
this be said, I wonder!

Speaking of the sorrows and the bereavements which Mrs. Smith has been
called to bear, Miss Willard says: “To the praise of that dear name
above all others, let it be said, this Christian heart knows, proves,
illustrates, always, in all life’s changeful discipline, the victory
that overcometh even faith. No sentence is so familiar to her friends
from those dear smiling lips that open but to speak brave and tender
words, as ‘I cannot be unhappy, for I always have God.’”

Mrs. Smith is also known to the world as the Superintendent of the
Evangelistic Department of the W. C. T. U. Does that need explanation?
You all know what sort of an organization the W. C. T. U. is. Well, one
of the first questions which came to the noble Christians who banded
themselves together to fight the monster vice of intemperance was this
puzzling one, How shall we reach the masses? Men bound by the chains
of the drink habit were not likely to come voluntarily within their
influence. Then there was but one answer to the question: “Go to them!”
And they went, and it is this work of carrying the Gospel story to the
poor drunkard, that we call evangelistic work. Mrs. Smith tells us how
she became identified with the W. C. T. U. At the time of the Crusade
she was in England, engaged in her work of Bible exposition, but when
she heard through the newspapers of the wonderful outpouring of God’s
spirit upon her countrywomen, her soul was stirred, and she seemed to
hear the voice of her Master calling upon her for a consecration to
the work, and she says, “sitting before an English fire in our London
house, I joined that Crusade.”

She said: “Those women are my sisters, and their work is my work from
this time forward until my death.” Again she says: “I consider the W.
C. T. U. one of the grandest instrumentalities for good the world has
ever known.”

Can you tell why I have selected Mrs. Hannah Whitall Smith to stand in
this list of Remarkable Women?

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OUR ALPHABET OF GREAT MEN.

V.—VINCENT, REV. JOHN H., D. D.

[Illustration: I] HAVE written down the name of the “great man” which
I have chosen to stand in this Alphabet, and here I pause as I reflect
that to many of you his face and form and speech are familiar. You
have seen him upon the platform and upon the avenues of Chautauqua and
Framingham, and in other places. Some of you have welcomed him at your
own homes; his smiles and his talks are among the things which will
be always, so long as you live, a pleasant memory. What can I tell
you about him that you do not already know? Yet I am not willing that
another name should take the place of this, and therefore we will talk
a little together of this friend of the young people, and idol of the
older people.

Dr. Vincent’s early home was in the Sunny South. “In the land of orange
blossoms and magnolia groves,” he first saw the light. Six years of his
life were spent in the home of the flowers; then the family came North
and settled in Pennsylvania. Like the mothers of many of our great
men, John H. Vincent’s mother might fill a worthy place in our list of
Remarkable Women.

She is described as “patient, amiable, living as though she belonged
to heaven rather than earth. Often at the twilight hour, especially on
Sundays, she would take her children to her own room, and there sweetly
and tenderly tell them about the life to come, and point out their
faults and spiritual needs.”

Mrs. Bolton in her sketch of Dr. Vincent published two or three years
since, gives some amusing incidents of the childhood of our Great Man.
I quote from memory, but I think it is she who tells the story of
the boy of six years gathering the children of the neighborhood, and
after getting them quiet by threatening them with the lash of a whip,
he would preach to them. And so far did his zeal carry him, that upon
one occasion he tore into several parts a small red-covered hymn book,
which he valued as the gift of his pastor, and distributed the pieces
through his audience, doubtless thinking it highly important that all
should be supplied with hymn books. Whether they all sang together
from the different parts of the book given them, we are not informed.

Very early in life the boy seems to have decided that he would _do
something with his life worth while_; that he would do that which
should help others, and realizing that there is a world to be saved, he
grew up with the hope of one day becoming a minister. His studies were
carried on for a time at home, afterwards at a neighboring academy.
Later he engaged in teaching, continuing his studies by himself, and
finally he had fitted himself for college. Not every boy would have the
will and perseverance to carry on a course of study while teaching six
hours or more each day. However, he did not finish his college course.
Not for any want of persistence, neither did he consider such a course
unimportant. But he was anxious to be about his Master’s work, and thus
it was that before he was twenty-one years old he set out to preach “on
a thirty-mile circuit, over the mountains and through the valleys of
Luzerne County, Pennsylvania.”

He travelled on horseback, studying and thinking out his sermons as
he journeyed. Everybody, young and old, were glad to see his bright,
smiling face and feel the warm grasp of his hand. It has been said that
“he never shook hands with the tips of his fingers, nor preached dry
sermons.”

It was during this period of his life that his mother whose parting
words when he went out into the world were, “My son, live near to God;
live near to God,” went to be with God. One near the throne in heaven,
the other living near the throne on earth; is this the secret of John
H. Vincent’s success in the Lord’s vineyard?

At length he became a pastor, preaching for a few years in New Jersey,
afterwards in the vicinity of Chicago. But all the time he was busy
with plans of an educational character. These plans which were at first
carried out in the establishing of Saturday afternoon classes of young
people, called Palestine Classes, with the purpose of studying about
the Holy Land, have at length developed a Chautauqua. I need not tell
you about Chautauqua; about the C. L. S. C., nor about the C. Y. F. R.
U.; you do not need to be told about the town and country clubs, nor
about the society of Christian ethics. Many of you have listened to
those Sunday afternoon talks in the Children’s Temple, and afterwards
gone to the vesper service in the Hall of Philosophy.

I ought to tell you that although Dr. Vincent postponed his college
course, he never gave it up, but outside college walls, he continued
his studies by himself, even in the midst of a busy life, until by
regular examinations he took his degrees, and also passed through the
regular theological course of study of the Methodist Episcopal Church,
to which denomination he belongs.

To the boys especially I recommend the study of the life and character
of Dr. Vincent. A gentleman remarked in my hearing the other day,
“probably no man living is exerting a wider influence over the hearts
and minds of the young people than Dr. Vincent!” And I thought, what
a responsibility! and how thankful the fathers and mothers should be
that he is just the man he is; that his influence is ever on the side
of truth and right; that his aim is to uplift, and that Christ is ever
the centre of his thought. To see and hear Dr. Vincent is to understand
something of the secret of his power. The sympathy which manifests
itself in every look and tone, the enthusiasm with which he enters into
his work, and which tides him over the hard places, and the personal
magnetism—which makes you, whether you will or not; these qualities,
sanctified and consecrated, make the man a power for good.

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THE PANSY.


[Illustration: OUR NEW FALL OVERCOATS.]


THE LITTLE RED SHOP.

BY MARGARET SIDNEY.

CHAPTER I.

[Illustration: T]HE old house on Cherryfield high road, back of the
row of stiff poplars, with its queer little gnarled apple-trees at the
back, looked for all the world just as it did one hundred years ago. It
had no more paint on it now than when the children’s grandfather took
home his young bride who thought it the most beautiful place in all the
world to begin housekeeping in. Then it was a dingy yellow, with faded
green blinds; and now the same forlorn attempt at coloring greeted all
passers-by. To be sure it had been painted many times in the interim,
but always the same hue was chosen, so that to the oldest inhabitant it
was the best known landmark for miles around.

The “Brimmer Place” was known too, for something else than its
antiquity; it was the cheeriest, home-iest old house that ever stood
on any road, overflowing with good-will to everybody, especially to
sick people and to little children. If anybody were in trouble and
could reach her, Mrs. Brimmer always found just the right word of cheer
to speak, while she tried to help in many other ways—and what she
didn’t do, why, there were Jack, and Cornelius, and Rosalie, to say
nothing of Primrose, the baby—four little comforters who made everybody
just happy to look at them. And yet every one who lived in the big,
hundred-year-old house was poor.

“It’s most dreadful to be poor,” said Rosalie one morning, in a burst
of confidence to the boys, out in the woodshed. Cornelius stopped
hacking at an old log to flash her a convincing “no” out of his black
eyes.

“And it’s so very unagreeable,” continued Rosalie, smoothing down her
apron while she seated herself on one end of the bench.

“_Dis_agreeable, you mean,” corrected Jack, picking up sticks over in
the corner. “There, Corny, you let that old fellow alone; I’ll tackle
him soon. He’s too tough for you.”

Corny, resenting the implication, let the hatchet fly on the back of
the old log to show how strong he was in such a masterful style that
the chips flew in every direction, and Rosalie paused to shake them
from her apron, before she said,

“No; I’m quite sure it is unagreeable—I saw it in the dictionary.”

“Well, then, you didn’t see right,” said Jack. “It’s d-i-s; awful big
letters too. Means hateful, and not nice.”

“Well, it’s not nice to be poor,” said Rosalie wisely waiving all
further discussion as to the word; “that you must say anyway, Jack.”

But Jack’s lips were tight. Presently he straightened himself up, and
gave his head a shake. “Well, what shall we do about it?”

“Do?” said Rosalie, in surprise, “why, I don’t know what you mean,
Jack?”

“When things are not nice, there is no use in talking about them if you
don’t do something to make them better,” said Jack philosophically.
“Now I want to know what we are going to do to make ourselves rich.”

“_To make ourselves rich—O Jack!_” cried Rosalie and Cornelius together.

“If we can earn some money, I suppose we shall be rich sometime,”
observed Jack; “everybody was poor once, but they worked and got money.
Now, how can we?”

The children were so possessed with the idea of their ever being rich,
that no words came to their aid; and Jack went on without interruption.

“I’ve been thinking over something that, if we can do it, will be
perfectly splendid, and help mammy take care of baby. Poor, dear mammy!”

He turned away for a moment, and then showed his face again, the same
old Jack with the laughing eyes, and pleasant, honest mouth.

“Tell on,” said Cornelius, who had dropped his hatchet, and drawn near.
“Be quick and tell us,” he added breathlessly.

“Well, there is the tool-house,” said Jack. “Funny old hole, but just
the thing for us. Now what’s to hinder our setting up a shop in it, and
selling things?”

“Real true-as-you-live things,” cried Rosalie, “with counters, string,
and brown paper bags?” “And five cent pieces, and cents and quarters?”
screamed Cornelius on his highest key. “Whickets! why didn’t we think
of it before? But where’d we get the things to sell with? Phoh! your
news isn’t anything, after all; only just an old dried-up joke.” He was
so disgusted, that he went back, picked up his hatchet, and fell to
slowly hacking again. Jack flung himself up to Rosalie’s side on the
bench.

“Now see here, both of you. The thing can be done, if we will all club
together, and work hard. It’s not to be a success in a day, mind you,
but we’ve got to pull hard, and at it all the time. Are you willing to
do it for mammy’s sake?”

“Can’t we have any time for play?” asked Rosalie with a long face.

“Perhaps; but there won’t be much,” said Jack, “if we make a good thing
of this.”

“Well, I s’pose you and I are the men of this family,” said Cornelius,
over his log, “and so if you’ll just say how the money’s coming to
begin with, why, I’ll give you my word, I’ll keep at it.”

“We want Rosalie,” said Jack, kindly; “we can’t do anything without
her.”

“Why, she’s nothing but a girl,” said Cornelius, still pummeling; “it
takes men to keep store and make money.”

“But there are ever so many things that a girl can do to help us,” said
Jack, “so we must take her into partnership.”

“O Jack! how very fine and exquisite,” cried Rosalie, grasping his arm
with excited little fingers. “I’ll wait on customers, and make change
all alone, and help you fix up things and look nice.”

“She uses such terribly big words,” said Cornelius, in disfavor at the
scheme, “and puts on airs, just like all the other girls. Jack, we
can’t let her in; it’s no use to try.”

“Now, Corny,” cried Rosalie, slipping from her bench and standing quite
tall. “I’m very big—nearly ten; and I know a great many things, and
Jack says I may—so there.”

“Yes, she really ought,” said Jack, with a nod over at the smaller
boy, “because you see it’s a family concern. We must make it Brimmer
Brothers and Company.”

“Am I Company?” asked Rosalie, in subdued excitement.

“Yes,” said Jack. “Well, now I’ll tell you how we can make the money to
buy the things that we are to sell. To begin with, Rosalie?”

“I?” cried the Company, with widened eyes.

“Yes,” Jack nodded at her very decidedly. “You can take care of Mrs.
Prouty’s baby.”

“O Jack!” It was a tone of horror that came from the girl of the
family, “you don’t ever mean that?”

“If we are really going to earn money to help mammy with, we must
expect to do some disagreeable work,” said Jack gravely.

Rosalie hid her ashamed little face a moment, then said, “Very well,
I’ll do it. But how do you know she wants me?”

“I heard her tell the cook when I carried the lettuce there this
morning that she’d give fifty cents to any girl who would take care
of the baby a week—just come in every day. Her cousin is going there
to-morrow to visit, and she wants her time to herself. Just think,
Rosalie, fifty bright new cents!”

The Company fairly clapped her hands. “Perhaps she’ll let me bring the
baby over home, then I sha’n’t be away from Primrose.”

“She’d be only too glad to get him out of the way, I’ll be bound,” said
Jack; “I sh’d be, if I owned that baby.”

“And Primrose is so sweet that any other baby would smile and be good,
even if it was a great fat, big, crying, red-faced one like Mrs.
Prouty’s,” said Rosalie, seeing some alleviation to her task of earning
fifty cents. “Now what is Corny going to do?” she demanded, trying not
to hope that his work was disagreeable also.

“Corny and I have to work together,” said Jack, with a little grimace
he couldn’t help. “It’s to clean up Widow Brown’s pig-pen.”

“I sha’n’t clean up that old woman’s pig-pen, nor anybody’s pig-pen,”
shouted Corny, with a vicious hack at the log; “no, _sir_!”

“Very well, sir,” cried Jack back again, “then I’ll do it alone.”

He didn’t say, “I would if I were you,” or anything of the persuasive
sort, knowing that by no such ways could he manage Cornelius. He simply
let him alone, as he always did, and did his own duty. The consequence
was, the chubby young wood-chopper presently turned around, and said
complacently, “When I get this log chipped up for mammy, I’ll join you.”

“If you don’t come till that log is done, I’ll have Widow Brown’s
pig-pen in apple pie order,” cried Jack, in high good humor.


ONLY A LITTLE MÄDCHEN.

[Illustration: G]RETCHEN VAN CORTLANDT was a little German _mädchen_,
as you see by her name, and she lived in the great city of Berlin.
She and her mother occupied two rooms in a tenement house on
“Steinstrasse,” as her father had died when she was very young.
Gretchen had very few play-things, and spent much of the time in
helping her mother earn what little money she could.

One Sunday Gretchen went out for a walk, and while going along the
crowded street, reached a large brick building, from which came the
sound of singing. Above the door there was a sign which she spelled
out, and found to be, “_Wilkommen!_” As that meant “Welcome!” to a
little German girl, Gretchen hesitated, and finally pushed open the
door, and walked in. It was a large room, with seats full of people,
many of whom were poorly and even raggedly dressed. At one end was a
desk, and behind it stood a man who was reading something out of a big
book.

“Even Christ pleased not Himself.”

“My!” thought Gretchen, “I wonder why!” But the man was talking. There
was a good deal he said that the little girl could not understand, but
she found that there was once a very good Prince, the son of a good and
great King, who had come from his palace and had gone around, through a
great deal of trouble, trying to save people from harm. He did nothing
to please only Himself, but wanted to please his Father and those who
loved Him. Gretchen understood one other thing—that every one else
could do as this Prince did, and help other people as He had done,
because He loved them so. If they did this they would be pleasing Him.

So when she reached home, Gretchen told her mother what she had heard,
and asked her to explain it.

“Truly, child,” said the Frau Van Cortlandt, “I remember very little
that I used to hear about it, but it’s all true—what he said.”

“But, mother, how can we all, or a poor little _mädchen_ like me,
please this great Prince?” asked Gretchen.

“Ach, child!” said the good Frau, “I remember very little about it,
but this I know—that every little boy and girl in the Fatherland, no
matter how poor or small they are, can please this Prince, and the
King, His Father, by doing something good and kind.”

“I should like to do something for Him, mother, if He is as good as the
man said,” replied Gretchen.

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That is the first part of the story. The next part came nearly a week
later, when there was to be a great procession through the city. There
were proclamations all over the city, saying that the “Kaiser Wilhelm,”
their emperor, was to march through the streets, with his soldiers and
guards in full uniform, and the drums were to beat, and the bugles were
to blow, and the houses were to be decorated with flags, in honor of
the procession.

Our little _mädchen_ was, of course, in a flutter of delight about
it, especially when she found they were to march down their street,
and past their tenement-house, on the way to the Königstrasse. How
delightful! She would see the great army of Germany, and the great
Kaiser William, march by their door!

When the eventful morning came, everything was bright and gay-looking,
and the sidewalks were crowded with people who wished to see the
procession. When the Van Cortlandts’ bed had been made, the breakfast
dishes cleared away, and the two rooms nicely swept and dusted (for
it is to be believed that if the Frau Van Cortlandt had known the end
of the world was to come in an hour, she would not have delayed her
morning’s work a moment) Gretchen and her mother were ready to watch
and wait, with the remainder of the city. But alas, and alas. No view
was to be had from their windows, because of the crowd outside, and no
room could be found outside. No one would give up their place. How much
Gretchen wished for the Herr Van Breyck, their only friend, who would
take her in his strong arms, and find a place for her, but he was away
at Frankfort, and what should she do?

Suddenly she thought of the attic balcony! It was a little bit of a
one, and would hold but one person. Gretchen’s mother could not go up
the stairs, so she slipped up to the unoccupied garret, and out on the
balcony, from which she could look down over the heads of the people,
and see the Emperor and his troops, as nicely as she could wish.

She was leaning lazily over the edge of the balcony when she chanced to
see, in the middle of the road, a poor old woman, who was vainly trying
to get a good place amid the crowd. Among those people there was little
chance for her, and Gretchen pitied her.

[Illustration: BERLIN: STATUE OF FREDERIC THE GREAT.]

“Poor thing!” she said. “I think”—at this moment she suddenly stopped,
startled by a thought which came into her mind, and remained silent
quite a while. What she was thinking was something like this: “Suppose
I should ask her to come up on the balcony? Then I couldn’t see the
procession at all—and that wouldn’t do, after all my trouble to get
a good place. I wonder if that would be doing what the man said—not
pleasing myself? Maybe it would, but then it is such a little thing
that I’m sure the King wouldn’t hear of it. If I could only please Him
some _great_ way, how nice it would be!”

But I am glad to tell you, and am sure you will be glad to hear, that
after this talk with herself, the little girl made her way down to
where the old lady was looking about her.

“Good Frau,” she said, as the old lady turned to look at her, “I have a
place for you to see the procession; will you come with me?”

Through the door, up the three flights of stairs, went the little light
figure, followed by the older and feeble one. “I am afraid, good Frau,
these stairs will tire you,” said Gretchen, “but it is the only place
there is.”

A chair was then brought up from the Frau Van Cortlandt’s own kitchen,
on which the old lady seated herself, after which Gretchen went to the
bedroom down-stairs, and throwing herself on the bed, burst into a
flood of tears. “I can’t help it,” she sobbed; “I did so want to see
the procession! But I am not sorry, if the Prince knows.” Then she
dried her eyes and went to the door, where she could see nothing but
the backs of the people in front of it.

The Ellsworths had been in Berlin some weeks, and having seen all they
wanted to of the city, were about ready to go back to America, but they
stayed longer than they otherwise would have done, for the purpose of
seeing the procession. And then, as Amelia said, “it was just perfectly
horrid,” that, after all, the soldiers were not to pass in front of
their hotel.

“I am determined to see the procession,” said Mrs. Ellsworth. “And so
am I,” said Amelia. Nevertheless, they were acquainted with no one in
Berlin who would offer them a place, and they couldn’t well stand in
the streets, “with the rabble,” said Mrs. Ellsworth.

“Blees, your honors,” said Hans, their guide and interpreter, “I haf
zomedings teu zay. Mein schwester hab ein house in der Steinstrasse,
mit ein gut—vat you gall it—palgonie, vair you kon go, if blees you.”

“Let’s go, mother!” said Amelia, “anything is better than not seeing
the procession, when we stayed in the city on purpose.”

And Hans, not in the least minding the doubtful compliment to his
“schwester’s house,” agreed to drive them around there early enough to
keep out of the crowd. So it came to pass that on the balcony of the
Frau Krant’s house, across the street from the Frau Van Cortlandt’s,
were seated, the morning of the procession, Mrs. Ellsworth, her
daughter Amelia, and her sister Julia.

“Mamma,” said Amelia, “look at that cute little German girl across the
street up on that mite of a balcony. See! she has gone down now.”

Sometime later, she had more remarks to make. “Mamma, that little girl
went down and got a poor old woman to take her place on the balcony—see
her up there—and she is down now where she can’t see a thing.”

“Is it possible!” said Mrs. Ellsworth; “that is an act of self-denial
one doesn’t often see in a child. Are you sure she hasn’t a better
place?”

“Yes, mamma, there she is, down by the door, where she can’t see
anything, I know.”

“Then,” said Mrs. Ellsworth, “I am going to have her come up here.
There is room between Julia and me. Hans!” and that individual, who had
been talking with his “schwester” inside, appeared. “Tell that little
German girl in the door across the road, that I would like to see her
up here.”

“Mamma!” said Amelia.

“Ja!” said Hans, in his surprise returning to the use of his native
tongue.

“She looks very neat and nice, Amelia,” said Mrs. Ellsworth.

So it happened that our heroine Gretchen was confronted by a
dignified-looking personage of her race, who informed her that a Frau
from America desired her presence in the balcony across the street.
Gretchen was frightened, and vaguely wondered if she had in any way
committed treason against the United States Government, but her
trembling limbs carried her to the Frau Krant’s balcony, where Mrs.
Ellsworth questioned her, through her interpreter.

The story all came out, in German and in English, how Gretchen had
given up her place because of the King and his Son, whom she wanted to
please. Said she, “I am only a little _mädchen_, but I thought He might
know.”

By this time there came the sound of drum and fife and martial
footsteps, from around the corner, and the eyes of all on Steinstrasse
were turned toward the place whence the sound proceeded. Mrs. Ellsworth
desired Hans to tell the little girl she could stay where she was
until the procession passed, thus relieving her fears that she was to
be arrested for treason, and she, in turn, committed her overwhelming
thanks to the good Frau for a good place to stand.

That isn’t the end, though I am almost through. Gretchen says she
would have been satisfied without a place on the balcony, or anything
else, if she could have known that she pleased the King and his Son by
not pleasing herself, but that didn’t hinder her being very thankful
that she could see the Emperor and his troops, and Mrs. Ellsworth made
up her mind that she wanted a nice little German girl to take home
to America, and educate and help in various ways, in return for her
services, and a nice German woman who could do her washing, and live
with her, too.

So the week after the procession found the Frau Van Cortlandt and her
daughter bidding the Herr Van Breyck good-by, as they boarded the
steamer bound for America, at the Hamburg wharves.

Gretchen and her mother are still living with the Ellsworths, and
though they are sometimes a little homesick for the “Fatherland,” they
are enjoying their home in America very much.

The week after they reached home they ate the Thanksgiving dinner, with
a huge turkey and its regular belongings, and though they had never
been used to the day at home, Gretchen and her mother were as thankful,
they thought, as anyone could have been. And the way to be happy and
thankful as they would tell you, is to try to make others so. “And
it all came about,” said Mrs. Ellsworth, “because of that kind and
unselfish act of yours, Gretchen.”

“I am only a little _mädchen_,” said Gretchen, “but I pleased not
myself, and the King saw.”

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    PARANETE.
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CELEBRATED TREES.

THE chestnut-tree at Mt. Etna, is one hundred and ninety-six feet in
circumference, and its branches are like trees. For ages have pilgrims
delighted to linger in its shadows. There is also a great chestnut-tree
at Tamworth, England, and when Stephen was king, in 1135, it formed a
boundary, called the “Great Chestnut-Tree.” I have also heard of one
called the “Manna Tree;” they grow in Italy and Sicily. The bark of it
is cut in August, and the manna flows out like water. It was used for
medicine. It is unlike the manna mentioned in the Bible, called “Bread
of Heaven,” upon which the Children of Israel were fed. That was a
small grain, and fell early in the morning. It was made into paste, and
baked.

The Bamboo is used mostly in making houses, in Sumatra, and when the
great and good Dr. Judson was a missionary, his lovely wife, Anne
Hasseltine, made themselves a bamboo cottage.

The India Rubber tree is also very useful. It grows in South America
and India. In Quito it is made into cloth.

The Cocoa-tree gives the poor Indians bread, water, milk, honey, oil,
sugar, needles, clothes, thread, cups, baskets, cordage, nails, roofs,
etc.

The Bread-Tree of the Pacific Islands yields fruit for eight months of
the year. Two or three trees will supply one person with sufficient
food. It is very nourishing.

The Jaca resembles this tree; it grows in Asia. The fruit often weighs
thirty pounds. When the tree is young it grows upon the twigs, later,
on the trunk, when old, upon the roots.

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    R.
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[Illustration: ROUND THE FAMILY LAMP]


LIKES AND DISLIKES.

THIS is a splendid game if well played. Form two lines, each facing
the other. A leader goes down the centre asking the right-hand line,
beginning at the head, “What do you like best?” Each one must answer
just what he or she wishes to, funny objects of course adding to the
jollity of the game. When Leader has finished, she turns around and
goes up the centre, asking the left hand line, “What do you dislike
most?” When all have answered, she claps her hands, and cries, “Now.”
The two lines pass across each other, turn, and pass back again, turn
to their original places, facing each other, when they remain still.
As the lines are crossing, each player must sing “I love cheese,” or
whatever he or she has professed to like, or, “I dislike cats,” or
whatever he or she has professed to dislike, keeping distinct and
clear, each his own utterance; _no one must smile_. After this is over,
the leader must pass down and up the line, asking one side, “Why do
you like it?” or, “Why do you dislike it?” Then the lines pass across,
singing, “Because it is delightful,” or, “Because it is squealing,”
or anything—turn, dance back again to places. The leader must then
pass down and up the centre, asking each line, “What are you going
to do with it?” When all have answered, the lines must pass across,
singing their answers, turn, and pass back again, ending with each
player singing “I like monkeys because they are funny, I’ll send them
to school;” or, “I dislike pigs because they are squealing; I’ll cut
off their heads;” or anything they choose. Pass across, turn, and pass
back again, when two opposite players take hold of hands, beginning at
top, pass down centre, bow to each other, and go off to their seat,
continuing till all are seated. Whoever smiles during this game must
be conducted out of the line and made to stand up against the side of
the room, with their faces to the wall, where they must remain as
wall-flowers till the game is finished.

P. S. This game is so long, we could only print one this month. Send on
the games, Pansies, as soon as you can, that you wish to have printed
in this department.

[Illustration: THE WARTBURG: CASTLE COURT.—NEAR EISENACH, GERMANY.]



[Illustration: The P. S. Corner]


THE PANSY.

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MY DEAR ONES:

Here we are with November at the door! A new year for THE PANSY.
Greeting to you, every one. How have you treated the old year who has
just shut the door on you all? Three hundred and sixty-five days since
last November! Oh! the story of them. How ill it reads when you come
to look it over! Oh! there is ever so much which you wish was blotted
out? Is that what you say? I know, for I have to say the same. What a
blessed thing for us all that we have a Friend, great and glorious,
who has promised to do just that with the story of our mistakes and
failures. “I will blot out their transgressions.” Have you been to Him
to get them blotted out?

Well, we begin again. New faces join us; and we must do what we can to
help them. They will do what they can to help us. A Thanksgiving Day is
just ahead. Shall we each try to give some one something for which to
be thankful? It may be that they need only a pleasant word, a loving
smile, a kind “Good-morning!” Such easy things to give! Shall we look
about us while the surly November winds blow over half the country, and
the balmy November breezes glide over the other half, and whether Dame
Nature smiles or frowns where we are, make all hearts light because
of our brightness, and sympathy, and unselfishness? Try to spread
sunshine, my Blossoms, so we may have real flowers all the year round.

What are we going to give you for 1887? Why, look through the November
PANSY and see. “Monteagle.” Yes; that is a serial. I shall tell how it
all happened, just as well as I can. I do hope you will like some of
the people, for I do, very much. “She.” I know it is a queer title. It
will be altogether a queer story. Something that happened, well known
to seven different people, who intend to tell it as well as each of
them know how. Who are the people? Why, their names will be at the
head of the chapters which they write. You can see for yourselves.
“All Along the Line.” I know you will like our new department. Young
people always like to know what is really going on in this world; and
of course you will enjoy the design, engraved especially for us, by an
artist who is also one of our contributors, and who loves every Blossom
of you. For the rest, the old friends, Faye Huntington, Rev. C. M.
Livingston, Margaret Sidney, Paranete, etc., will continue to work for
you; you have told me so many times that you thought they were “Just
perfectly splendid,” and as they each intend to be more splendid than
ever, this year, I have no fears for their places in your hearts.

There are other new features, which you will be able to see for
yourselves. We mean, with your help, to make THE PANSY for 1887 a great
deal better than ever before. How many new Blossoms can you gather for
our bed?

Another thing; will you remember that you have now a department of your
own to look after? “Around the Family Lamp” has been thrown open for
your use. We do hope you will be industrious and unselfish, and send on
your thoughts as often as you have any. Keep your eyes open, and when
you see other people playing games which you think are pleasant, don’t
be contented with simply copying their good times, but pass the word
down the line for the rest of us.

That reminds me of the address: I wonder if there is any way in which
I can get you to remember it? Winter Park, Orange Co., Florida. This,
until further notice. Now please do not send your letters to Boston,
nor to Cincinnati, nor to Chautauqua, nor anywhere else but to Winter
Park. Understand? Of course when you want to subscribe for THE PANSY,
or order books, or transact any business which would naturally belong
to the Publishers, you send to Boston, as usual. But for the “P. S.
Department,” or “Around the Family Lamp,” or when you want a badge,
or want to ask me any question, remember the Winter Park address.
For anything pertaining to the new department, “All Along the Line,”
address the Editor, R. M. Alden, at Winter Park, also. Who will be the
first to give us some games for our Christmas number?

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    Lovingly,

    PANSY.
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_Gracie_ from Canada. Indeed, your letter was not too long. I enjoyed
every word. You must have been a very industrious Pansy to get so
many premiums. I knew a boy who used to trouble his mother very much
by being late to breakfast. One morning when he came down to the
dining-room half an hour after time, he found the table dishes all
cleared away, and there was no breakfast for that boy until next
morning. I don’t think he was late again for nearly two weeks. I am
glad you are going to break yourself of that careless habit without any
such help.

_Mary Edith_ from Ohio. It is very easy to be cross, and brave to try
to overcome the habit. I hope your badge will help you.

_Ray Spencer_ from Turkey in Asia. We are very glad to welcome you. One
who “tries to do things right the first time,” is a great comfort to
his friends, and will be likely to grow into a good and wise man. It is
a pleasure to have a letter from your far-away home. The Pansies would
all be glad to hear something about the people of Turkey. Can’t you
write us a little letter for the magazine?

_Arthur_ from Iowa. You are right, my boy. What is generally meant by
“talking back” does harm instead of good. The Bible says “a soft answer
turneth away wrath.” But the trouble is, when people are saying things
on purpose to vex us it is very hard to think of anything “soft” to
say, or to be willing to say it if we could think of it. The One who
has promised to “keep the door of our lips,” is the only Source of real
help.

_Harry_ from Ohio. Yes, indeed, a boy six years old may have a badge.
I am sorry you did not tell us the name of the habit you were going to
get rid of; but so long as you know its name, and are pledged against
it, we will trust you.

_Virginia_ from Louisiana. I hope you don’t think we put the letters of
our Blossoms into the waste basket! I am always glad when I receive a
pledge against “teasing.” I think it one of the most troublesome habits
we have to deal with. So easy to form, so ready to grow, so hard to get
rid of. Yet it can be conquered.

_Fred_ from Illinois. I once knew a beautiful black-eyed boy who used
to tell his mother he saw seventy-two cats down in the back yard, when
he meant that he saw three. His mother used to laugh, and think such
stories were amusing, so Eddie kept telling them, until, when he was
nine years old, people said of him: “You cannot believe a word that boy
says.” And yet I don’t think Eddie meant to tell what was false; he had
simply formed a bad habit, and let it grow. I am glad to receive your
pledge.

_May_ from Georgia. Do you know the difference between “firmness” and
“stubbornness?” The former we admire, and the latter is unpleasant to
everybody. I asked a little girl the difference between the two, and
she said, “Firmness was sticking to a thing because it was right, and
you thought you ought; and obstinacy was sticking to it anyhow, because
you wanted your own way, right or wrong.” Do you accept her definition?

_Edward Mason._ Now, my friend, you and I are both in trouble. You have
sent a letter, asking for a badge, and giving your pledge, but you have
not told me where you lived, neither town nor State! How can I get
a badge to you? I am hoping your bright eyes will see this printed
letter, and that you will at once let me hear from you again.

_Bernie_ from Missouri. If here isn’t another Blossom who bites her
poor little finger-nails! How glad we are that she has resolved to stop
it, and I hope by this time succeeded. Did the missing magazines reach
you at last?

_Ella_ from Nebraska. Oh! these tempers. I know all about them. It is
astonishing how small a thing will ruffle them. Yet I know a lady of
whom everybody says: “How lovely she is. One never hears her speak an
ungentle word.”

And the lady told me herself that when she was a young girl she used to
fly into a passion over the smallest things, and have to be locked into
her room for hours! So, you see, the naughty tempers can be overcome.

_May_ from Conn. Thirty-seven mistakes in my “queer letter!” I wonder
if any of the Pansies will find more than that number? I am waiting to
see. Your little poem gave me so much amusement I think I must copy it
for all our family.

_Harold_ and _Laurence_ from New Mexico. Welcome to our Pansy Bed,
my dear, brave boys! How do I know you are brave? Because people who
own their faults and resolve to conquer them, have a right to that
title. Don’t you know the Bible says: “He that ruleth his spirit, is
greater than he that taketh a city?” Is that just the way it reads? I
am quoting from memory. Look it up, won’t you, and see if I am exactly
correct?

We would like to hear about the interesting things in New Mexico.

_Lizzie_ from Illinois. Don’t get discouraged, my dear girl, even
when things will not go just as you want them. Don’t you know the old
couplet:

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    If at first you don’t succeed,
      Try, try again.
*/

It is a good motto to work by. If I were you, I would, by all means,
try a “P. S.” in the new home. You may be able, through it, to do a
great deal of good.

_Marion_ from Conn. I hope our badge is helping you. Jealous people
manage to get a great deal of unhappiness out of things which were
intended for their pleasure. It is wise to get rid of that weed as fast
as possible.

_Minnie_ from Conn. I am glad to hear from you. Yes, it is hard to do
right; but we have one comfort: it is, after all, a great deal harder
to do wrong, because doing right grows easier as the days go by, while
doing wrong makes life harder for us each day.

_Ralph_ from Ohio. “My boy,” said an old gentleman, putting his hand
on the head of a little fellow, “here is something to remember: other
people may do your work, but no one can ever do your duty for you.” The
boy is a man now, a grand one, and says he has always tried to live by
that sentence which the old gentleman gave him. Your pledge made me
think of this.

_Stella_ from Nebraska. There are plenty of weeds in our bed, my dear;
you need not think you are alone in that; but the beauty of it is, we
are all trying to get rid of them. “I always count tardy obedience just
the same as disobedience,” said a stern-faced mother to me the other
day.

That seems rather hard, doesn’t it? I don’t think that is quite the
way; but tardy obedience is a very disappointing kind. I know your
mother must be glad that you intend to give no more of it.

_Clarence_ from —— The truth is, my boy, I don’t really know where you
are from. You forgot the State.

You are right about the mistakes. And did you correct them all without
help? I should agree with you about the rabbit. I think we are often
very cruel in trying to cage and make pets of animals and birds who are
used to freedom.

_Mattie_ from Tennessee. O, yes! I have been in Florida. In fact, while
I am writing, I sit at this moment under an orange-tree in Orange Co.,
answering your letter. As I read it, I raise my voice and give Mr.
Livingston, who is in his study overhead, your message. He is very glad
to get it. It makes a minister’s heart glad to have a young listener
say that he makes things plain, in the pulpit.

I hope you find your badge a reminder whenever you are tempted not to
do the next thing promptly.

_Rufus_ and _Mamie_ from Massachusetts. So glad to welcome these dear
people to our garden! I think often of Rufus’ pleasant face, and of
his tender care of Mamie. I wonder if that little Blossom is becoming
less timid? Flowers often droop their heads, but the sweet, gentle dews
make them look up and smile. I think the dew of gentleness will drop
all around Mamie’s life and give her courage. Thank the dear mamma for
her sweet, kind, strong words to me. When we all get home, what a happy
time we shall have together.

_George_ from Indiana. Oh! these tempers. I think I must have said
that at least a dozen times this morning. I find so many of my Pansies
tortured by that weed “anger.” If we were not sure we could succeed,
how discouraging it would be! As it is, I rejoice over every new name I
write in our great pledge book.

_Emma_ from Dakota. I congratulate mamma. I know by experience just how
trying it is to have to repeat the same direction several times before
it is obeyed. If you read the answers to letters, you will notice how
many of our Pansies are at work in the same line. We will take courage;
the next men and women will be stronger and better than we.


EXTRACTS FROM PANSY LETTERS.

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    DEAR PANSY:
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I am a little girl ten years old. I have taken THE PANSY for two years,
and like it ever so much. I got some nice presents from the Publishers:
a knitting machine, two balls of yarn, a box of Logomachy, and your
picture. I think Nettie Decker was splendid. And Grandma Burton did
tell such lovely stories! My grandma went to Heaven just a little while
ago. She was eighty-four years old. Mamma thinks I am making my letter
too long, but I cannot tell you all I want to in a little short letter.
If you would only come to Wells Island I would go down there on purpose
to see you; I think a great many other Pansies would do the same.

I have many faults to overcome. One is, not being up in time for
breakfast; another is, not doing things quickly; and, not putting
things in their places when I have done with them. My two little
brothers want badges. One will try not to act cross when he can’t have
things just as he wants them, and one will try to remember to take off
his hat when he comes into the room.

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    Your loving friend,

    GRACIE CONGER.
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    DEAR PANSY:
*/

I really cannot think how to commence this letter. Oh! I want to tell
you that I found thirty-seven misspelled words in the funny queer piece
about babies. I hope none of them are mine. Once I made up some poetry;
it is not very good, but I will write it to you. Here it is:

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    Many an Indian man
    Intruded upon the colonial land.
    But they never tried to massacre
    The little people of Alaska.
*/

I am very much interested in Nettie Decker, and, for that matter, in
every story that there is in THE PANSY.

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    Good-by,

    MAY FINNEY.
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    DEAR PANSY:
*/

I have taken your magazine for nearly two years. I like it very much.
Ever since I began reading the letters, I have thought how I should
like to join your band. Now I am going to, although I am afraid you
will find me a weedy Pansy. I mean to try and pull out every weed. I
have so many faults, I do not know which of them I need to overcome the
worst. One of them is not to go right away when mamma calls, but to
wait till I forget it.

How I should like to hear from you real often! But I know you have so
many Pansies to write to, I will try to be real patient. Mamma likes
to read THE PANSY as well as I do. We are reading the New Testament
together. Every morning when I get up, I take a verse from the Bible
to live by, during the day. One verse I try to live by, is: “For even
Christ pleased not himself.”

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    Your loving friend,
    STELLA GRAHAM.
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YOUTH IN TWELVE CENTURIES.

_Edition de luxe._ This unique folio volume holds twenty-four
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HEROINES OF THE POETS.

_Edition de luxe._ This magnificent folio is unique among holiday
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WONDERFUL CHRISTMASES OF OLD.

In this special holiday volume Mr. Butterworth describes in graphic
prose ten famous historic events that have fallen on Christmas Day,
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Lungren, who has also furnished the frontispiece, title and vignettes.
Each volume is in a unique box; cloth, gilt edges, price, $1.75. In
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BYE-O-BABY BALLADS.

The little folks have in this superb “color book” a volume as perfect
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ballads, by Charles Stuart Pratt (editor of WIDE AWAKE and BABYLAND),
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child’s year. The pictures, by F. Childe Hassam, the popular water
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reproduced in exquisite colors by the eminent art lithographers, G. H.
Buek & Co. Withal, the book is distinctively modern and American. In
beautiful binding of colors and gold, price, $2.00.


SONNETS: From the Portuguese.

Though without illustrations, these immortal love sonnets by Elizabeth
Barrett Browning have been given so rich and exquisite a setting that
the volume is likely to be one of the most favored gift books of the
year. Edited with notes by W. J. Rolfe. Vellum, gilt top, rough edges,
$1.50.


THE KINGDOM OF HOME.

Homely poems for home lovers. The choicest poems from all sources and
times. Selected and arranged by ARTHUR GILMAN, M. A. It is a large
and very elegant quarto, profusely and beautifully illustrated, and
suitable for a birthday gilt, wedding present or Christmas remembrance.
8vo, leather, seal grain, or half calf, white vellum cloth, $6.00.


THROUGH SPAIN ON DONKEY-BACK.

One hundred drawings by W. PARKER BODFISH, with explanatory notes.
These fine studies of the Spanish life of to-day have a special
interest from their freshness, having been recently drawn from life. By
exquisite printing in black on a delicate undertint the novel and rich
effect of proof impressions on Japanese paper is secured. Espagnolia
binding, $3.00.


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BY AMANDA B. HARRIS. Sixty illustrations by Miss L. B. Humphrey. A
charming chronicle of the rambles, explorations, and merry-makings of a
gay household. 8vo, extra cloth, beautifully bound, gilt edges, $3.00.
Morocco padded, limp, gilt edges, $4.00.


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By R. H. STODDARD, ARTHUR GILMAN and others. New complete edition. This
collection of entertaining papers concerning the homes, habits and
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volumes in one, 8vo, cloth, plain, $2.50; gilt, $3.00.


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By AMANDA B. HARRIS. A charming volume which represents many years’
patient outdoor study. Twelve full-page landscape and figure engravings
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With an account of travels in Norway and Sweden including a view of the
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This book is fresh from the travels and observations of Dr. Buckley,
who has made an extended tour in the countries named, and treats of
what he saw there with all the power and brilliancy of this gifted
author, who is well known as one of the talented and influential
editors of the most widely circulated religious paper in America.


THE ICE ZONES.

American exploration in the Ice Zones with a full account of the
work of the Greely party and rescue of the survivors. By PROF. J. E.
NOURSE. Professor Nourse’s book bears the credentials of accuracy and
authority, is well printed and bound, has numerous engravings and
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and table of contents. 8vo, extra cloth, $3.00; gilt edges $3.50; half
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BY E. E. HALE and SUSAN HALE. History, biography, personal incidents,
natural scenery, are all made, by these facile pens, to administer to
the pleasure of the readers. Each volume in double lithograph cover,
$2.00; cloth, $2.50.

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    A Family Flight through Mexico.
    A Family Flight around Home.
    A Family Flight over Egypt.
    A Family Flight through Spain.
    A Family Flight through France.
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QUARTOS BY MARGARET SIDNEY.

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    Golden West (The), AS SEEN BY THE RIDGWAY CLUB.
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By MARGARET SIDNEY. This is a capital record of a journey, gathered
from the author’s personal knowledge of the places mentioned. It is
accurate, clearly written, and admirably fitted to instruct young
people, and many older ones as well, on the localities, methods of
travel, peoples and customs of our newer States and Territories, around
which at present gathers so much interest. Everything in this volume is
fresh and unhackneyed, and presented in the author’s fascinating style.
Lithographed, $1.75. Cloth, ornate stamp, $2.25.

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    What The Seven Did; OR, THE DOINGS OF THE WORDSWORTH
    CLUB.
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By MARGARET SIDNEY. Seven bright girls are the heroines of this
volume for the young people; how they succeeded in doing many acts
of charity with their little means, and how they all had a very good
time, the author tells in a graphic and entertaining manner; profusely
illustrated in the text, and with many full-page pictures. In a
handsome lithographed cover, $1.75; cloth, gilt, $2.25.

Who Told It To Me.

By MARGARET SIDNEY, author of “Five Little Peppers.” A charming story
of country life and the best kind of country people, and so vivid are
some of its touches that one can hardly believe it is all pure fiction.
Beautifully illustrated and bound in chromo covers, $1.25; cloth,
$1.75.


WIDE AWAKE, 1886.

Two volumes in one including the Chautauqua Supplement. This massive
quarto with its thousand double-columned pages and its hundreds of
engravings is a book for a whole year’s delight. Its trifling price
covers several volumes of popular stories. Cloth, $4.00.


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    YOUNG FOLKS’ GOLDEN TREASURY OF POEMS.
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The finest and most beautiful illustrated volume of poetry ever issued
for young people. The illustrations are all original by our best
artists. Very finely engraved. It contains many original poems by John
G. Whittier, Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney, Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Christina
Rossetti and other famous English and American authors. Extra cloth,
gilt edges, $5.00.


ART FOR YOUNG FOLKS.

A book full of suggestions and hints for all young people interested
either in the practice or literature of art. Narrating the amusing
experiences of two New York boys in its earlier chapters, it goes on
to give an account of an Art School for Children in New York City, and
then furnishes biographies of twenty-four successful American artists,
most of whom are now living, with portraits, engravings of paintings,
and views of studios. Quarto, tinted edges, $2.00; cloth, gilt edges,
$3.00.


THE POET AND THE CHILDREN.

Edited by MATTHEW HENRY LOTHROP. It has for its leading poem Whittier’s
verses on Longfellow, which give title to the book. The different poems
are the contributions of some of the finest writers in the country
and are especially adapted to the tastes of young readers. Exquisite
illustrations by such artists as Miss Humphrey, E. H. Garrett, and
Jessie Curtis Sheppard. Cloth gilt, gilt edges, $3.00.


CHILD LORE.

Edited by CLARA DOTY BATES. This is the most delightful and valuable
child’s book ever issued. It contains child classics of all times,
newly versified by Mrs. Bates, and more than two hundred original
illustrations by American artists. Double lithograph cover, $2.00.
Cloth, ornate stamps, $3.00.


BOYS’ AND GIRLS’ ANNUAL. 1886.

Edited by WILLIAM BLAIR PERKINS, A. B. It contains original stories
written expressly for us by the best living authors who have ever
written for young folks. Illustrations by the best illustrators in
America. Profusely illustrated and attractively bound. Quarto, cloth,
$3.00.


YOUNG FOLKS’ CYCLOPÆDIA

OF STORIES. By famous authors. These favorite stories sold separately
in 12mo volumes at $9.00 may here be bought in one elegant volume.
Bound in elegant cloth, $3.00.


BLOSSOMS BY THE WAY.

A collection of choice poems. Edited by CARRIE A. COOKE. Border
designs by M. J. Sweeney. The poems are for children’s reading, and
the pictures will please the little ones; each page enclosed in a very
pretty border in different colors, and composed of vines, flowers, and
delicate tendrils, extra cloth, gilt edges, $3.00.


ALL AMONG THE LIGHTHOUSES.

By Mary Bradford Crowninshield. Finely illustrated from photographs and
original drawings. An attractive book for boys, giving the account of
an actual trip along the coast of Maine by a lighthouse inspector with
two wide awake boys in charge. The visits to the numerous lighthouses
not only teem with incident, but abound in information that will
interest every one. Extra cloth, quarto, $2.50.


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WIDE AWAKE, Volume U.

This beautiful volume is rich in stories, ballads, special illustrated
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representing the recent work of the most popular authors and artists.
Among its commanding specialties are the “Popsy Stories” by H. H.,
the “Virginia Stories” by Mrs. Jessie Benton Frémont, the “Old Colony
Stories” by Miss Wilkins, the fine heliotype Memorial Portrait of
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Shop,” by Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney, etc., etc.


WIDE AWAKE, Volume V.

This magnificent annual is rich in special features: True War Stories,
true stories of Perilous Adventure, richly pictorial Ballads, by Mrs.
Whitney, Mrs. Thaxter, Mrs. Spofford, Sarah Orne Jewett, Nora Perry and
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with a charming serial by Mrs. Harriet Prescott Spofford, “A Girl and
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CHILDREN’S BALLADS.

Heroic stories from history, and hearth-legends, told in the musical
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SIGHTS WORTH SEEING.

Graphic records of brilliant spectacles and foreign panoramas by those
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ÆSOP’S FABLES.

Versified by MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. Accompanied by the standard
translations from the original Greek. Illustrated by E. H. Garrett,
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The striking originality and fine workmanship displayed in the
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NEW ENGLAND STORY BOOK.

Stories by famous New England authors; MRS. A. D. T. WHITNEY, MARGARET
SIDNEY, NORA PERRY, SARAH O. JEWETT, ELIZABETH STUART PHELPS, and
others. This has become a standard story-book and will remain so for
years. This new and enlarged edition is tastefully bound in an elegant
cover lithographed by Julius Bien & Co. $1.75; cloth, $2.00.


CHRISTMAS SNOWFLAKES.

Enlarged edition of one of the most attractive juvenile books. A
selection of poetry for little folks, chosen with excellent taste, and
beautifully printed and bound with two hundred illustrations. Cover
lithographed by Julius Bien & Co. $1.75; cloth, $2.00.


$1.50.

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    OUR LITTLE MEN AND WOMEN, 1886.
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A notable feature of this attractive annual is the large number of
full-page pictures, seventy-four in all, two printed in colors,
in addition to nearly two hundred smaller illustrations. The text
is designed for the delight and information of youngest readers,
including, along with short stories, poems, incidents of travel and
curious bits of animal life, a complete serial in twelve chapters,
entitled, “Me and My Dolls,” by the popular English writer, L. T.
Meade, written expressly for this volume. Quarto, illuminated cover,
from water color designs by Miss. C. A. Northam. $1.50; cloth, $2.00.


MY LAND AND WATER FRIENDS.

By MARY E. BAMFORD. The most novel and entertaining of outdoor books,
giving delicious little autobiographic accounts of strange and familiar
creatures, their ways of life and possible ways of thinking and
talking, together with nearly two hundred original drawings by L. J.
Bridgman, accurate enough for a scientific work, yet not lacking in
fancy and quaint touches.


THE GOLDEN YEAR.

A Horn of Plenty sort of book, spilling over with charming family
stories of all kinds for all varieties of weathers and moods. A taste
for “good short stories” has been growing for the last two years, and
this is one of the best of the collections. Every story is original.
Illustrated.


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Representative stories by Mary Hartwell Catherwood, David Ker, Charles
R. Talbot and John Preston True. Each story is illustrated by more than
twenty-five drawings by American artists.


YULE TIDE.

Illustrated stories by American and English authors. With a poem by
HENRY RANDALL WAITE. It is not often that so much that is varied and
choice is brought together in a single collection. Boards, double
cover, $1.50; cloth, tinted edges, in box, $2.00.


PANSY’S PICTURE BOOK.

These delineations of child-life are thoroughly clear and natural; not
only their looks, attitudes, costumes, and gestures, but what they do,
say, think and feel. Double lithograph cover, $1.50; cloth, $2.00.


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A choice volume of Natural History, giving the traits and habits of
wild animals. Illustrated from designs by JOSEPH WOLF. The descriptions
include the elephant, tiger, bear, puma, rabbit, wild boar, jaguar,
bison or buffalo, ape, wolf, lion, deer, baboon, chamois, lynx, weasel,
sea-gull, owl, crow, osprey.


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_PANSY ADVERTISER_


=PROGRESSIVE HOUSEKEEPING.=

Good Housekeeping,

A SEMI-MONTHLY JOURNAL,

_Conducted in the Interests of the Higher Life of the Household_.


Volume IV. of GOOD HOUSEKEEPING will have among its other attractions,

=A NEW SERIAL—PROGRESSIVE HOUSEKEEPING,=

—BY—

=CATHERINE OWEN=, entitled “PROGRESSIVE HOUSEKEEPING, or Keeping House
without Knowing How, and Knowing How to Keep House Well.”

This serial will contain the much-called-for Daily Housekeepers’
Programme.

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=E. C. GARDENER= will write on the important subject of “Kitchen
Comfort, Convenience and Economy,” with drawings of a Model Kitchen,
and some detailed Kitchen Appurtenances.

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=MARIA PARLOA= will continue her valuable series of papers, which are
prepared expressly for GOOD HOUSEKEEPING and are not printed elsewhere.


=A $25 PRIZE PAPER ON CARVING.=

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    who find the matter of Carving a burden grievous to be
    borne, and who ask for detailed instructions in the
    Art of the Carving Knife, that we offer $25 for the
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    instructive and comprehensive—that may be sent us on or
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    opened until after the papers have been examined.

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    Every person sending us $2.50 before January 1st,
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    Week,” which has been published in a tasteful book of
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    The able writers on practical household subjects,
    who have made so quickly and permanently an enviable
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    will continue to favor its readers with their
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    the Household, and it will be the aim of its Editor
    to make each issue better and more valuable than its
    predecessor, in the Homes of the World.

    N. B. GOOD HOUSEKEEPING is the best home magazine
    published, and is issued _every other week_.
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=DESIRING TO MAKE=

=ALL THE LITTLE FOLKS HAPPY=

We have printed nearly a million copies of

The Delightful Story

Tressy’s Christmas,

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=NEW TEMPERANCE PUBLICATIONS.=

The National Temperance Society and Publication House has published
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=For Sunday-School Libraries.=

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  =Let it Alone.= 12mo, 294 pages                                  $1 00
  =The Old Tavern,= and other Stories. 12mo, 386 pages              1 25
  =Dave Marquand.= 12mo, 357 pages                                  1 25
  =The Bird-Angel.= 12mo, 147 pages                                   75
  =Under Ban.= 12mo, 325 pages                                      1 25
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    =The Prohibitionist’s Text-Book.= 12mo, 312 pp. Cloth,    $1 00
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This volume contains the most valuable arguments, statistics,
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and the right and duty of prohibition.

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  =Alcohol and the State.= A Discussion of the Problem of Law
    as applied to the Liquor-traffic. By Robert C. Pitman, LL. D.,
    Associate Judge of Supreme Court of Massachusetts. 12mo,
    411 pages, cloth, =$1 50=; paper edition                     50

  =Talmage on Rum.= By T. De Witt Talmage, D.D. 12mo, 114
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    orator on the twin evils of rum and tobacco                  25

  =The Prohibition Songster.= 12mo, 80 pages. Compiled by J.
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    copies.                                                      15
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This is a new collection of words and music for Temperance Gatherings,
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  =Readings and Recitations, No. 6.= 12mo, 120 pages. By
    Miss L. Penney. Cloth, 50 cents; paper                       25
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This is an entirely new collection of articles in prose and verse from
the pens of some of the best authors in the land.

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  =National Temperance Almanac=                                10
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This admirable hand-book for 1887 is now ready, and full of interesting
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  =Book of Dialogues, No. 1.= By Rev. A. J. Davis. 12mo, 118
    pages. Cloth, =60= cents; paper cover                        25
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An entirely new book of 25 Dialogues, humorous, pathetic and
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  =The Brooklet Series.= Six illustrated Story-books. Cloth
    binding, with chromo. 72 pages each. 226 wood engravings.
    Only =25= cents each                                       1 50
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=THE NATIONAL TEMPERANCE ADVOCATE.=

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Terms (cash in advance) including postage, $1.00 per year.

=THE YOUTH’S TEMPERANCE BANNER.=

The National Temperance Society and Publication House publish a
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count towards premiums. Subscriptions for the CHAUTAUQUA YOUNG FOLKS’
JOURNAL do not count towards premiums.

14. If you send for your premiums after your list is completed send us
the name and full address of each new subscriber you have sent.

15. _Mark every name or list of names, “For premiums,” if so intended,
and we will credit them to the sender._

16. All subscriptions for premiums are credited to the _Sender_,
whether the papers are sent to one Post-office, or to a dozen or more
offices.

17. Express or freight charges are usually low on premium articles. The
cost can be best learned at one’s own office.

18. The articles in this list are for sale at the prices given. No
article will be sent by express C. O. D. unless a remittance of one
half the price accompanies the order. We will register any premium sent
by mail, thus insuring its safe arrival, if ten cents extra is sent
us for registry fee. =If sent unregistered, we cannot hold ourselves
responsible for its non-receipt.=


Special Instructions.

19. A remittance should be made by a Post-office order; by a registered
letter; by American Express money order; or by a bank check. These four
ways are safe. Remittances for _small_ amounts may be made by postal
notes or stamps, but not at our risk.

20. Write your name and address, and the names of your subscribers, and
their Post-office address, very plainly, every time you write.

21. _Sign your name to your letter every time you write._


Delays in Receiving Premiums.

22. If any article which you have ordered does not come by the next
mail do not feel at all anxious, and do not write at once. You should
wait five, ten, or perhaps fifteen days, according to the distance you
are from Boston. If you have occasion to write, please follow these
rules: Give the date when you mailed the order. Specify how you sent
money, and how much money you enclosed.


To Foreign Readers.

23. The above rules about mailing premiums apply only to the United
States and Territories. =Premium articles (except books), must be sent
by express to Canada, receiver to pay charges and duties in all cases.=
We will follow any direction given about sending articles from the
Premium List to foreign subscribers.

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    Send all orders for subscriptions and specimen numbers, applications
      for agencies, special terms and circulars, etc., etc., to
    D. LOTHROP & CO., FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS, BOSTON, MASS., U. S. A.
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    _PREMIUM LIST._ {_WIDE AWAKE._        _OUR LITTLE MEN AND WOMEN._
                    {_BABYLAND._          _THE PANSY._
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=GAMES AND TOYS.=


=WORDS AND SENTENCES.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration:

/*
    GAME OF
    WORDS
    AND
    SENTENCES
*/

MILTON BRADLEY & CO. Springfield, Mass.]

A sensible and interesting amusement for the entire family circle.
Of all the various letter games under the names of Logomachy, War
of Words, Word Making and Word Taking, etc., we believe Words and
Sentences covers the ground more thoroughly and with greater range of
interest than any other. This edition has very heavy tablets, water
proof enameled, in a fine, polished wood box, and is an ornament to any
table, and the tablets are a pleasure to handle. Price in wood box, 50
cents. We also have the same game in a cheaper form, in a neat paper
box. Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents. Price 25 cents.


=SNAP.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

A card game printed in colors. Put up very neatly in paper box. The
best child’s game published. Price 25 cents.


=THE CHECKERED GAME OF LIFE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration]

/*
  +============+============+==========+=============+============+===========+==============+=============+
  |            |  WEALTH    |          |  MATRIMONY  |            | GAMBLING  |              |HAPPY OLD AGE|
  |            |            |          |             |            |  TO RUIN  |              |             |
  |            |    10      |          |   picture   |            |  symbol   |              |      50     |
  |            |  WEALTH    |          |  MATRIMONY  |            | GAMBLING  |              |HAPPY OLD AGE|
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
  |PERSEVERANCE|            |  TRUTH   |             |  POLITICS  |           | INTEMPERANCE |             |
  | TO SUCCESS |            |          |             | TO CONGRESS|           |  TO POVERTY  |             |
  |   Symbol   |            | picture  |             |   symbol   |           |   symbol     |             |
  |PERSEVERANCE|            |  TRUTH   |             |  POLITICS  |           | INTEMPERANCE |             |
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
  |            |   CRIME    |          |  HAPPINESS  |            | IDLENESS  |              |   SUCCESS   |
  |            |  TO PRISON |          |             |            |TO DISGRACE|              |             |
  |            |   symbol   |          |      5      |            |  picture  |              |      5      |
  |            |   CRIME    |          |  HAPPINESS  |            | IDLENESS  |              |   SUCCESS   |
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
  |  CONGRESS  |            |  HONOR   |             |   CUPID    |           |  SPECULATION |             |
  |            |            |          |             |TO MATRIMONY|           |              |             |
  |      5     |            |    5     |             |   symbol   |           |              |             |
  |  CONGRESS  |            |  HONOR   |             |   CUPID    |           |  SPECULATION |             |
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
  |            |   HONESTY  |          |   INDUSTRY  |            |  BRAVERY  |              |     RUIN    |
  |            |TO HAPPINESS|          |  TO WEALTH  |            |  TO HONOR |              |             |
  |            |   symbol   |          |   symbol    |            |   symbol  |              |    picture  |
  |            |   HONESTY  |          |   INDUSTRY  |            |  BRAVERY  |              |      RUIN   |
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
  |  POVERTY   |            | AMBITION |             |  COLLEGE   |           |   SUICIDE    |             |
  |  picture   |            |  symbol  |             |     5      |           |   picture    |             |
  |  POVERTY   |            | AMBITION |             |  COLLEGE   |           |   SUICIDE    |             |
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
  |            |  SCHOOL    |          |  INFLUENCE  |            |   FAME    |              |  FAT OFFICE |
  |            | TO COLLEGE |          |TO FAT OFFICE|            |           |              |             |
  |            |  symbol    |          |    symbol   |            |  picture  |              |      5      |
  |            |  SCHOOL    |          |  INFLUENCE  |            |   FAME    |              |  FAT OFFICE |
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
  |   INFANCY  |            | DISGRACE |             |    JAIL    |           |    PRISON    |             |
  |            |            |          |             |            |           |WHERE YOU MUST|             |
  |   picture  |            | picture  |             |   picture  |           |     LOSE     |             |
  |   INFANCY  |            | DISGRACE |             |    JAIL    |           |   ONE MOVE   |             |
  |            |            |          |             |            |           |     PRISON   |             |
  +------------+------------+----------+-------------+------------+-----------+--------------+-------------+
*/


One of the oldest and best juvenile games. This game was among
the first that served to inaugurate the introduction of moral and
instructive amusements into our homes, and is still a prime favorite.
Price $1.00.


=THE AMERICAN TOY VILLAGE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration]

This Toy Village is superior in design, finish, variety, and
construction to any ever offered. A large map or plan of a village,
with streets, canals, river, harbor, etc., lithographed in colors,
accompanies each set. The pieces consist of Church, Blocks, single
Houses, Passenger Station, Freight Depot, Coal Sheds. Railroad Train,
Canal Boats, Monitor, Passenger Steamer, Lighthouse, etc., etc., and
in addition to the plan designated on the map, may be arranged in
various other ways. With a box of sand, real hills, streets, etc., may
be formed, and the buildings, etc., set in place, thus rendering it a
summer as well as winter toy. The whole is packed in a strong, finely
finished wooden box, with a large, elegant chromo-lithographed label
covering the top. Price 1.00. Postage 12 cents extra.


=CHECKER AND BACKGAMMON BOARDS.=

[Illustration]

These are nice checker boards, with polished wood frames, wood sides,
and metal hinges. The peculiar construction of the frame protects the
edges of the covering, so that a complete imitation of inlaid work is
presented and great durability secured.

No. 1. Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00. An elegant
moulded frame of polished cherry, with covering in imitation of
inlaid rosewood and satin wood, very light, ornamental and desirable.
Furnished with cups and checker men. Size, 8x14 when closed. Price
$1.00.

No. 3. Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.50. A beautiful
board with polished cherry frame and with sides imitation of mahogany
and walnut inlaid. Furnished with cups and men. Size, 7x12 closed.
Price 75 cents.

No. 5. Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00. Polished wood
frame, board sides, paper covering, brass hinges. A durable and
handsome board. Furnished with cups and men. Size, 6x10½ closed. Price
50 cents.


=JACK STRAWS.=

This is one of the most popular games ever played, and although enjoyed
as well centuries ago, is always new. Our AMERICAN JACK STRAWS are the
first ever made by machinery, and are very light and durable.

[Illustration]

The No. 1 Set contains 18 different pieces, and is given for new
subscriptions amounting to $1.00. Price 50 cents.

The No. 2 Set is given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.
It contains guns, serpents, arrows, lances, round straws and square
straws. The game is as well played by one set as the other, but of
course No. 1 is the more attractive. Price for No. 2, 25 cts.


=PARCHEESI.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration]

Parcheesi is designed in such a distinct and attractive manner that it
is quickly comprehended by children, putting their wits on the alert
at once, and engaging the excited interest of the oldest players for
hours. It can be played by either two, three or four persons at a time.

It is bound in durable and handsome paper (imitation cloth), with
labels printed in best gold bronze. A box containing eight dice, 16
counters of heavy pasteboard, and directions accompanying the board,
the whole forming a complete and very attractive game. Price $1.00.
Postage and packing 25 cents extra.


=A SET OF CHESS MEN.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.50.

The chess men are made of boxwood, and are in two colors, black and
white. They are of good size and packed in a neat wooden box. Price 60
cents.


=GO BANG.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.50.

[Illustration]

A splendid game for the young folks. Two, three or four can play at the
same time. The older ones enjoy it too. One of the most popular games
played. Tivoli, and Fox and Geese can also be played on the same board,
thus making three games on one board. Price $1.25. Postage 25 cts.


=NEW GAME OF AUTHORS.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents. This game is too
well known to require description. It is very interesting, and serves
to familiarize the young with the names of the most celebrated authors
and their work.


=THE EVENING PARTY.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

A most enjoyable collection of entertainments. An elegant box with
illuminated label and containing an assortment of games, puzzles,
charades, rebuses, tricks, conundrums, etc., in a convenient form for
use at sociables, picnics, and evenings at seaside and mountain. The
best thing for practical use ever published in this line. Any one who
has tried to entertain a dull company knows that just when wanted all
recollection of the details of suitable amusements is sure to take
flight, all to be remembered when too late. This box fills the bill at
the time. Price, each, 25 cents.


=PUZZLES.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 25 cents.

A collection of interesting puzzles in a neat box elegantly put up.
Either one of the puzzles is worth the cost of the whole box for one
evening. Price 15 cents.

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    =Read carefully the conditions on the first page of Premium List.=
*/


=MATCHED PICTURES—SCENES IN THE FAR WEST.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration]

This toy is constructed on entirely new principles, and is not merely
an ordinary dissected picture puzzle, but the design constituting the
40 pieces is so ingeniously made that the various parts will mismatch
to form an almost unlimited number of different pictures, representing
many of the most exciting incidents in Indian and frontier life. Price
25 cents.


=SLICED ANIMALS.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration: ZEBRA]

A large box containing pictures of animals cut up, each slice of the
animal containing a letter of part of the same, so that as fast as
the picture is put together the name of the animal is spelt. The box
cover is ornamented with a most attractive picture label, printed in
different colors. Price 50 cents. Postage 12 cents extra.


=SLICED BIRDS.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

The pictures are printed in the highest colors, as far as possible
imitating the natural colors of the birds themselves, and are very
attractive. Price 50 cents. Postage 12 cents extra.


=COMMON SENSE BUILDING BLOCKS.=

Box Z given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

Box Z Z given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration]

A large number of plain blocks of the Kindergarten building forms in a
box with brilliantly colored label. Just the blocks the mothers have
been inquiring for, without paint or other injurious element. Nothing
a child can be injured with. Z contains 25 blocks. Price 25 cents. Z
Z contains 50 blocks. Price 50 cents. Postage and packing on Box Z 30
cents extra; on Box Z Z 60 cents extra—or sent at receiver’s expense.


=SLICED OBJECTS.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration: BOAT]

These pictures are divided on the same plan as the Sliced Animals and
Sliced Birds. The box contains the following objects: Yacht, engine,
boat, car, fort, church, house, dam, bridge, coach, fountain, statue.
Price 50 cents. Postage 12 cents extra.


=THE GAME OF OLD MAID.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration:

/*
    GAME OF
    OLD MAID, IMPROVED
*/

MILTON BRADLEY & Co.

SPRINGFIELD MASS.]

The game of Old Maid has been standard in many forms for years. Our
new edition “Improved” has several novel and attractive features never
before introduced. The designs are new, by skilled artists, and in
themselves very attractive and amusing. Price 25 cents.


=THE HISTORISCOPE IMPROVED.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration: BRADLEYS HISTORISCOPE]

A large and elegant chromo-lithographic panorama, with thirty-two
scenes, selected with great care for their attractive appearance and
historical value. A new brief lecture embodies the principal events of
American history which are illustrated, and altogether the toy forms
a very attractive and instructive object lesson in history better
than months of dry study for fixing the subject in the minds of the
children. Price $1.00. Postage 10 cents extra.


=SHADOW TRANSFORMATIONS.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

A complete show for one hundred nights, with change of scenes every
time. With pieces of card-board inserted in a simple wooden standard,
shadows are cast upon a paper screen, producing silhouettes of a most
pleasing character. The comical effect secured by the mere change of a
hat on a figure is wonderful, and cannot be understood without a trial.
With this toy a bright boy or girl may afford unlimited entertainments
to an entire family circle, from the baby of two years to the
grandparent of eighty. And still better, it affords occupation to the
child in its preparation, and development to his inventive faculties in
its exhibition. Price 25 cents. Postage 8 cents extra.


=A NEW GAME OF MARBLES.—JAPANESE TIVOLI.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration]

This will be found to be a very interesting game for children as well
as for older persons.

Fasten the acrobat in position, and place the marble on his feet. By
pressing a spring the figure is released, and will throw the marble
down the incline into one of the numbered pockets. Full details of
the game accompany each article. Handsomely bronzed, with figure
appropriately painted. Price 25 cents. Postage and packing, 20 cents
extra.


=THE COMBINATION SET OF GAMES.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

The games comprised in this collection are as follows:

GO BANG. A universally popular game. Game in box with folded papers for
the board.

BEAST, BIRD, FISH. An amusing game, calculated to sharpen the wits and
cultivate a cool, clear head. A new form of a game always popular in
social circles when played.

GAME OF FORTUNES. A simple game of character and fortune telling after
the manner of the Gypsies which has always been so popular in our line.

JACK STRAWS. A neat set which will afford much pleasure. Put up in box
with illuminated label.

OLD MAID. A very attractive form of this always popular game.

Price of the full Set 25 cents. Postage 5 cents extra.

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    =Read carefully the conditions on the first page of Premium List.=
*/


=FRENCH CHORAL TOP, NO. 273.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration]

Changing tunes while spinning. The latest novelty in tops. By touching
it while it is in motion, it produces a variety of beautiful tones,
its melody at one time resembling the tender weird strains of an
Æolian Harp, at another the rich deep notes of the church organ. It is
strongly made. Price 30 cents.


=CRANDALL’S KITE REEL.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 25 cents.

[Illustration]

This is a new article, and, as will be seen, very useful. No boy who,
has a kite, should be without one. It is cheap and durable. Price 15
cents.


=ANIMALS’ PICNIC.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration:

/*
    THE ANIMALS
    PICNIC
*/

A PICTURE & GAME COMBINED.]

Very amusing and novel. An original painting of a picnic of animals in
the woods, so arranged that when properly cut into uniform sections,
some animal’s head appears on nearly every piece or card.

This is printed in colors on heavy paper-board cards, which are dealt
to the players and then in the process of the game the picture is
reconstructed. Price 25 cents.


=THE EASTLAKE SOLITAIRE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration]

This Solitaire Board is made of varnished chestnut. The four large
wells in the top serve as temporary receptacles for the marbles while
in use, and a neat drawer underneath holds them. The marbles accompany
the board. Price 50 cents. Postage 25 cents additional when purchased
or sent as a premium.


=THE FRISKY COW.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration:

/*
    Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle.
      The cow jumped over the moon.
    The little dog laughed to see such sport
      And the dish ran away with the spoon.
*/
]

It is 12 by 6 inches in size. It is beautifully illustrated by
lithograph in bright colors. Two wooden balls go with each game. In
playing the ball is rolled across the floor.

If the ball strikes the left hand knob, the silver bell rings, which
scores you _five_. If the ball hits the right hand knob, the gold bell
rings and scores you _ten_. If the ball hits the centre knob, the cow
jumps over the moon and lands at the right of the game in a standing
position and scores _twenty_. The game is very popular; because it
is very attractive; it is easy to play; it contains a surprise which
makes the children shout and laugh when the cow goes sailing up over
the moon. The interest in the game keeps up hour after hour. Price 50
cents. Receiver to pay express charges, or will be sent postage paid on
receipt of 40 cents.


=PITCH-A-RING AND RING TOSS, NO. 3.=

[Illustration]

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration]

This style is made as shown in the illustrations, in which the box
holding the posts and hoops is made to serve as a base when the game
is set up. Very compact and convenient to carry to picnics or when
traveling. The hoops are plaited with heavy colored thread, thus
avoiding all possible injury to furniture. Price $1.00. Postage and
packing 40 cents additional, or sent by express at receiver’s expense.


=IMPROVED CATAPULT.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration]

The improved Catapult or Pocket Gun requires no powder, no caps, is
neatly finished, durable, and can be carried in the pocket. Will shoot
shot or bullets with accuracy and force. The loop, strap, pocket and
pulling-tip, are all moulded in one solid piece of the best kind of
rubber. Price 25 cents.


=CELLULOID WHISTLE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration]

This is a large and very nice whistle. It has a trill. Just the thing
for signals. The illustration shows the whistle very much reduced in
size. Price 30 cents.


=A PARLOR RUBBER BALL.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration]

These balls are of the best goods and are colored and inflated. The
diameter is 3 and ¼ in. They cannot injure anything, and will please
the little ones. Price 25 cents.


=REVOLVING WALL BLACKBOARD, NO. 59.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration]

The marking surface is finished by our new process which neither crocks
or rubs off. The frame is of ash or chestnut varnished. The board can
be reversed so as to form a desk, without turning the frame. The size
is 17 by 17 inches. Price 50 cents. Express charges to be paid by the
receiver.


=DECALCOMANIE ALBUM.=

3 Books given for new subscriptions amounting to 25 cents. Each book
contains an assortment of pictures. The pictures are transferable to
any article by simply wetting with water. Price 15 cents for three.


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    =Read carefully the conditions on the first page of Premium List.=
*/


=LOVELL’S CHAMPION SINGLE BARREL SHOT GUN, BREECH LOADING.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $20.00; or given for new
subscriptions amounting to $14.00 and $3.50 cash additional; or given
for new subscriptions amounting to $10.00 and $5.50 cash additional.

[Illustration]

It has the celebrated top snap action. By having the hammer in the
centre of the frame, instead of on the side, it prevents the liability
of missing fire, by striking a direct blow full in the centre of the
cap. This Gun has the Safety Rebounding Lock, pistol grip stock, and
the trimmings are all nickel-plated. It is a most superior gun in all
respects. Price $15.00. Receiver to pay express charges.


=DOUBLE-BARREL BREECH-LOADING SHOT GUN.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $24.00; or given for new
subscriptions amounting to $15.00 and $4.50 cash additional; or given
for new subscriptions amounting to $10.00 and $7.00 cash additional.

This Gun is the best weapon for the money now obtainable. It gives
universal satisfaction, and both for close and strong shooting is equal
to many of the Guns sold at double its price. The barrels of this Gun
are of Fine Laminated Steel, and are absolutely safe. The action is the
celebrated Lefaucheaux pattern, which for both reliability and wear
is superior to any side lever action now made. The Stock is of solid
Walnut, oil-finished, and full checkered. It is a Belgian (W. Scott)
gun. It has size 12 bore, and 30 inch barrels. Weight, about 8½ pounds.
Price $15.00. Receiver to pay express charges.

A Set of Reloading Tools sent for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.
Price 50 cents.


=ARROW GUNS FOR THE BOYS.=

The Guns described below are all especially adapted to “Fourth of July”
sports, from the fact that with them torpedos can be thrown with great
accuracy, and, exploding as they strike, make a very loud report. What
is known as the small “American” torpedo is the best.

These Guns are especially suitable for drilling purposes. Any boy will
find it a very easy matter to secure enough subscriptions to earn the
guns that may be needed for his company.


=“DOCTOR CARVER” GUN.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration: DOCTOR CARVER]

It has an adjustable tension that can be regulated to suit the strength
of any boy. This is a new gun, made on a new principle, and is the best
arrangement for target shooting ever seen. It shoots with great force
and accuracy. Three arrows go with each gun. It will also fire marbles,
bullets, sticks or paper wads. The gun is nicely finished in all parts
and is painted a bright red that will not fade, which makes it very
handsome. It is three feet long, strong and durable, easy to adjust
and load, and does not get out of order. Price 50 cents. Postage and
packing 15 cents extra.


=THE “LITTLE GEM.”=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents.

[Illustration: LITTLE GEM PAT. SEPT. 15, 1885.]

This is a new gun, well finished and very effective. It possesses part
of the patented features of the celebrated “Doctor Carver” gun, but is
not as powerful. It is lighter and somewhat smaller than the “Doctor
Carver” gun. Price 25 cents. Postage and packing 10 cents extra.


“=WINCHESTER RIFLE.=”

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration: WINCHESTER RIFLE PAT. SEPT. 15, 1885.]

A new double-barrel gun. It has the patent “oscillating yoke” or
yielding stop, same as the celebrated “Doctor Carver” gun and has
a well-finished stock of proper shape. Price 50 cents. Postage and
packing 10 cents extra.


=THE WILCOX TARGET GUN, WITH BAYONET.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration: WILCOX]

It shoots with precision, is simple in construction, and finely
finished. The bayonet is of wood, bronzed to imitate steel. Each gun
is provided in the breech with a small pocket, in which will be found
5 metal-head arrows, and 2 paper targets. For drilling purposes, it
can be readily changed to the form of an ordinary rifle. Price $1.00.
Postage and packing 20 cents extra.

The Arrow Guns are carefully packed to go by mail, and protected when
necessary by wooden braces. But we cannot guarantee that the Post
Office Department will deliver them in perfect condition. On receipt of
10 cents extra we will ensure the safe delivery of each gun.


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*/


CUTLERY.

=TEXAS HUNTER, NO. 626.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00: or, for new
subscriptions amounting to $1.00 and 30 cents cash additional.

[Illustration: TEXAS HUNTER]

This is a valuable companion in the field; Oil Tempered, Hand Forged,
Saber, Blades. It is ready for any use. The cut does not represent full
size. The knife has stag horn handle, is full Nickeled Plated, and
cannot rust. The Knife is specially valuable when fishing. Price $1.00.


=“TOLEDO BLADE,” NO. 2232.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00 and 25 cents cash
additional.

[Illustration: TOLEDO BLADE]

No. 2332 Knife is perhaps the greatest favorite, owing to the shape of
blades (see cut). It is very sharp at the point, and the fact of being
made from the finest Razor Steel, Hand Forged, Nickel Plated, makes it
a very durable knife for Carpenters, Farmers, or Wood-Workers. Price 75
cents.


=“GOOD LUCK” KNIFE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cents and 15 cents cash
additional.

[Illustration: TERRY’S GOOD LUCK TOLEDO O.]

This is our Good Luck Knife; the cheapest and best ever made. It has
two strong, hand-forged, razor steel blades; German silver bolsters;
is brass lined; cocoa handle, round corners. This is a genuine “Boys”
Knife, but is made from better material than most of the boys’ knives.
Price 50 cts.


=CONGRESS KNIFE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting $2.00.

[Illustration: T. B. TERRY & CO.]

Full pearl handle. This is a beautiful Knife, just right for pocket
use; keen edge, crocus blades and the finest finish. The Knife does not
have the name-plate as represented in the illustration. Price $1.25.


=COMPLETE BUTTON-HOLE CUTTER.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration: TERRY & Co. TOLEDO O.

WARRANTY UNLIMITED.]

We have now the most complete Button-Hole Cutter that has ever been
manufactured. It satisfies the want of every lady, and gives perfect
satisfaction. The illustration shows the improvement in the large
gauge, which regulates the distance between each hole, and from the
edge of the garment. It does away with all measures usually used in
making button-holes. The small gauge or screw regulates size of hole.
Price $1.25.


=TERRY’S FAMILY SHEAR.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.50.

[Illustration: TERRY&CO. TOLEDO O.

Pat.’d Apr. 21st 85.]

It is 8 inches in length, Japanned handle and plated blades. It is the
best shear ever made for family use, and is fully warranted. Price 80
cts.


=THE “FAVORITE” SCISSORS.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.50.

The Scissors are 4½ inches in length, and perfect in all respects. They
are made of the best steel and nickeled plated. Price 80 cents.


=BASE BALL CAP AND BELT.=

Both given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration]

The Cap is made of Canton Flannel, lined, and has a stiff visor. In
various colors. Price 25 cents.

The Belt is made of fine webbing, extra heavy. It has a double strap
and buckle stitched. Price 25 cents.

Postage and packing on belt and cap 7 cents extra.


=POCKET DRINKING CUP. NO. 795.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cts.

[Illustration]

This cup is a great convenience, as well as a curiosity. A tin case
goes with the cup, in which it can be placed when not in use. It is
just the cup for tourists, for picnics, parties, etc. Price 20 cents.


=BOYS’ FISHING OUTFIT, WITH JOINTED ROD.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00.

[Illustration]

This outfit is put up especially for our use. It consists of a 12 foot
jointed rod with brass tips and ferrules, 1 bob, 2 sinkers, 1 36 foot
line, 1 dozen hooks assorted, 2 flies, 1 bait-box, 1 trolling hook for
pickerel, and 2 hooks ganged (i. e., with hair or gut snell). Postage
and packing 25 cents extra. Price $1.00.


=BOOK CLAMPS.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to 50 cts.

[Illustration: TRADE MARK]

Watson’s Clamps improved. What every schoolboy wants. It is
neat-looking, easily handled, and durable. Price 25 cents.


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=LADIES’ CLAMP SKATE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00 and 25 cents cash
additional.

[Illustration: LD

BARNEY&BERRY SPRINGFIELD MASS

BARNEY & BERRY]

This is, without exception, the strongest and neatest Skate ever
offered. Made from the best grade of charcoal iron, Japan finish.
Mounted with russet leather, patent lever buckles and nickeled heel
bands. Clamps operated by a double right and left screw. Sizes—8, 8½,
9, 9½, 10 inches. Postage and packing 30 cents extra, or, sent by
express at receiver’s expense. Price $1.50.

We will furnish the same skate with toe straps instead of clamps, if
desired for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00 and 20 cents cash
additional.


=LADIES KEYLESS SKATE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $5.00; or for new
subscriptions amounting to $3.00 and 75 cents cash additional.

[Illustration: NUMBER

LR

BARNEY & BERRY]

This is a very fine ladies’ skate and will give thorough satisfaction.
The foot plates, clamps and brackets of this skate are made from
crucible steel; blades fine finish, russet leather trimmings, and
nickeled heel bands. Skate is secured to shoe by a thumb screw at heel
operating toe clamps, and by strap over instep. Sizes 8 to 10 inches.
Price $2.50. Postage 30 cents extra, or sent by express at receiver’s
expense.


=A GREAT SKATE OFFER.=

=A PAIR OF “CHAMPION” KEYLESS SKATES=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00; or for new
subscriptions amounting to $1.00 and 30 cents cash additional. Postage
and package 30 cents extra, or sent by express at receiver’s expense.

[Illustration: “CHAMPION” SKATE. BARNEY & BERRY]

Owing to special arrangements with the manufacturers we are enabled
to offer our readers this very special inducement. Never before have
we made so liberal an offer. Every boy should secure a pair of these
skates at once.

This Skate is a fac-simile of the genuine Barney & Berry Keyless Skate,
and is thoroughly made of the best material. It will give entire
satisfaction. The heel plates, foot plates, toe clamps and brackets
are made from crucible cast steel. The Blades are finely finished.
Price $1.25. Postage and packing 30 cents extra, or sent by express at
receiver’s expense.

We can supply the same Skate with nickeled blades for new subscriptions
amounting to $3.00; or, for new subscriptions amounting to $1.50 and 75
cents cash additional. This finish gives the skate a nicer appearance.
Price $2.00. Postage and packing 30 cents extra, or sent by express at
receiver’s expense.


=SIDEWALK ROLLER SKATE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00, and 25 cents cash
additional.

[Illustration: NUMBER L]

These skates are finished with French polished, light-colored woods,
black leather mountings, patent buckles, nickeled heel bands, steel
axles and maple wheels, secured to axle by our patent washer. Sizes, 7
to 11 inches. Price $1.00. Postage 30 cents extra, or sent by express
at receiver’s expense.


=THE BOYS’ SKATE.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00.

[Illustration: NUMBER D

SPRINGFIELD MASS.

BARNEY & BERRY]

Made from the best grade of charcoal iron, japan finish, clamps
operated by a double right and left screw. Sizes 8 to 11 inches. Price
50 cents. Postage 30 cents extra, or sent by express at receiver’s
expense.


=AMERICAN RINK SKATE, NO. 3.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $6.00 and 60 cents cash
additional.

This Skate is made from the best of material, blades of welded steel,
tempered by Barney & Berry’s patent process. This Skate is adjusted
to any size shoe by a thumb screw at heel, and is secured by a lever
operated under instep. All parts can readily be removed and cleaned.
The Skates are polished and nickeled. Sizes 8 to 12 inches. Price
$4.50. Postage and packing 35 cents, or sent by express at receiver’s
expense.


=FOOT BALL, NO 5.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $3.00; or for new
subscriptions amounting to $2.00 and 35 cents cash additional.

[Illustration]

This Foot Ball is made of heavy canvas, rubber coated, very strong, so
as to be blown up with a key which goes with each one. It is 9 inches
in diameter. This Foot Ball will give thorough satisfaction to our
boy friends, and every school boy should secure one by clubbing with
his comrades. There is no sport so healthy and invigorating as a well
conducted foot ball game. Price $1.50. Postage and packing 10 cents
extra.

We will send a Foot Ball, No. 2, diameter 6 inches (circumference about
18 inches), for new subscriptions amounting to $2.00. Price $1.00.
Postage and packing 10 cents extra.


=Read carefully the conditions on the first page of Premium List.=


=THE NEW ROGERS’ SCROLL SAW. NO. 2.=

[Illustration: BLOWER NICKEL PLATED TILTING TABLE]

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $8.00; or for new
subscriptions amounting to $5.00 and $1.25 cash extra; or for new
subscriptions amounting to $3.00 and $2.00 cash additional.

This season we offer to our subscribers the New Rogers’ Scroll Saw,
which the manufacturers declare to be the best cheap saw ever offered
to the public.

The latest improvements on this Saw are Pratt’s Rubber Positive Blower
and a new Clamp for holding the Saw Blades.

The entire framework is made from Iron, painted and Japanned black, and
ornamented with red and gilt stripes.

All parts made to interchange.

1. The Bearings to the Arms are carefully sized to bring them in
perfect line. (This is a vital point in the construction of any Jig
Saw).

2. Each machine is provided with a Dust Blower, which is a very great
advantage.

3. Our machine has a jointed Stretcher Rod, which allows the operator
to throw the upper arm out of the way when adjusting his work or saw.
This joint also permits the machine to work much more freely than with
a straight iron rod.

4. Our clamps have a hinged jaw which overcomes the disagreeable raking
overthrow of the blade, which is unavoidable when the saws are secured
rigidly to the arms. Saw blades are not nearly so liable to break when
clamps have this joint. Thus a large percentage of the expense of
running the saw is saved. Besides this the saw runs much easier, the
swing coming at the hinge instead of bending the blade with each stroke
of the saw.

5. The Balance Wheel is 4¼ inches in diameter, with a handsome spoke
centre and Rim of Solid Emery (No. 70), ⅝ x ¾ in the No. 2 Saw.

6. The attachment for Drilling is on the Right Hand Side of the
machine, which, for convenience, is an obvious advantage.

7. No Pins are used in the construction of this machine, as we prefer
the durability of nicely fitted screws and bolts in securing each part.

While the New Rogers’ Saw is very rich, though not gaudy in appearance,
it has been more especially our object to make, for the least
possible money, a saw characterized for its Compactness, Strength and
Durability, ease of action, and firmness when in operation.

With each machine we give six Saw Blades, Wrench, Sheet of Designs and
three Drill Points. The Saw alone weighs 25 lbs.; Saw and Box together,
36 lbs.

Price of No. 2 Rogers’ Saw, $4.00. Receiver to pay express charges.
This Saw is provided with a polished Tilting Table, heavily
nickel-plated.


=SORRENTO AND INLAID WORK.=

Given for new subscriptions amounting to $1.00. Postage 5 cents extra.

A complete and practical manual on Scroll Sawing, by ARTHUR HOPE. This
book is intended for the use of amateurs and others, explains fully
and clearly how hand and machine scroll sawing is done, how to polish,
overlay and inlay, make silhouettes, etc., etc.

It is illustrated with new and very beautiful _full-sized designs_
engraved on wood and prepared expressly for this book.

The Designs include one bracket, three card photograph frames, two
easels, two easels with separate panels for inlaying, five paper
knives, one card case, two match boxes, one jewel case, one cigar
holder, one wheelbarrow card receiver and twenty-six new and grotesque
initial letters, entirely new and original. Price, paper, 50 cents.


=BRACKET SAW SET.=

[Illustration]

Given for $2.50 worth of new names.

This set is packed in a paper box, and embraces a Nickel-plated Spring
Steel Saw Frame 5 x 12 inches, having Patent Clamps for holding the
Saw Blades, with Rosewood handle. Fifty full size designs, embracing a
great variety of fancy and useful articles; six Saw Blades, one Awl,
one sheet of impression paper, and directions for using the saw. Price
$1.25.


[Illustration: BRACKET SAW BLADES.

_BEST._

_STRONGEST._

_GRIFFIN’S PATENT SAW BLADES._

_FASTEST CUTTING._

_SHARPEST TEETH.





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