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The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Nursery,Volume 17, No. 101, May, 1875, by VariousThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: The Nursery, Volume 17, No. 101, May, 1875Author: VariousRelease Date: December 13, 2004 [eBook #14335]Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ISO-8859-1***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NURSERY, VOLUME 17, NO. 101, MAY,1875*** E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Aldarondo,and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team No. 101. MAY, 1875. Vol. XVII. THENURSERYA Monthly MagazineFOR YOUNGEST READERS.BOSTON:JOHN L. SHOREY, 36 BROMFIELD STREETAMERICAN NEWS CO., 119 NASSAU ST., NEW YORK.NEW-ENGLAND NEWS CO., 41 COURT ST., BOSTON.CENTRAL NEWS CO., PHILADELPHIA.WESTERN NEWS CO., CHICAGO.$1.60 a Year, in advance, Postage Included. A single copy, 15 cts.CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE.PAGEEDITOR'S PORTFOLIO. 128THE DOG WHO LOST HIS MASTER 129By Uncle CharlesON A HIGH HORSE By Josephine Pollard 132CELEBRATING GRANDMOTHER'S BIRTHDAY By Emily Carter 133THE LITTLE CULPRIT (From the German) 136THE DOLL-BABY SHOW 138By George CooperTHE CHICKENS THAT WERE WISER THAN LOTTIE 140By Ruth KenyonA HUNT FOR BOY BLUE 142By A.L.TA DRAWING-LESSON 145DAY AND NIGHT By Aunt Winnie ...

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The Project Gutenberg eBook, TheNursery, Volume 17, No. 101, May,1875, by VariousThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and witharlem-ousste niot ruensdterri ctthieo ntse rwmhsa tosfo etvheer .P r oYjoeuc tm aGyu tcenobpeyr gi tL,i cgeinvsee iitn calwuadye dorwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: The Nursery, Volume 17, No. 101, May, 1875Author: VariousRelease Date: December 13, 2004 [eBook #14335]Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ISO-8859-1***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE NURSERY,VOLUME 17, NO. 101, MAY, 1875*** E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Aldarondo,and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed ProofreadingmaeT No. 101.MAY, 1875.EHTNURSERYA Monthly MagazineVol. XVII.

FOR YOUNGEST READERS.BOSTON:JOHN L. SHOREY, 36 BROMFIELD STREETAMERICAN NEWS CO., 119 NASSAU ST., NEW YORK.NEW-ENGLAND NEWS CO., 41 COURT ST., BOSTON.CEWNTERSTAEL RNNE NWES WCSO C., OP.,H ICLHAIDCEALGPOH.IA.$1.60 a Year, in advance, Postage Included.A single copy, 15 cts.CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND.ENOEGAPEDITOR'S PORTFOLIO.128THE DOG WHO LOST HIS MASTERBy Uncle Charles129ON A HIGH HORSEBy Josephine132PollardCELEBRATING GRANDMOTHER'SBy Emily Carter133BIRTHDAYTHE LITTLE CULPRIT(From the German)136THE DOLL-BABY SHOWBy George Cooper138THE CHICKENS THAT WERE WISER THANBy Ruth Kenyon140LOTTIEA HUNT FOR BOY BLUEBy A.L.T142A DRAWING-LESSON145DAY AND NIGHTBy Aunt Winnie146VIEW FROM COOPER'S HILLBy E.W.147SATURDAY NIGHTBy Uncle Charles148THE CUCKOOBy Uncle Oscar150WORK AND SING!By Emily Carter152

ONE YEAR OLDMY DOGYAMDOT AND THE LEMONSDADDY DANDELIONBy A.B.C.153By Willie B. Marshall156175By G.158(CMrausmipc tboyn )T.160EDITOR'S PORTFOLIO.We think that the present number, both in its pictorial and its literary contents,will please our host of readers, young and old. The charming little story of "TheLittle Culprit," in its mixture of humor and pathos, has been rarely excelled.The drawing lessons, consisting of outlines made by Weir from Landseer'spictures, seem to be fully appreciated by our young readers, and we havereceived from them several copies which are very creditable.Remember that for teaching children to read there are no more attractivevolumes than "The Easy Book" and "The Beautiful Book," published at thisoffice.The pleasant days of spring ought to remind canvassers that now is a goodtime for getting subscribers, and that "The Nursery" needs but to be shown tointelligent parents to be appreciated. See terms.The use of "The Nursery" in schools has been attended with the best results.We have much interesting testimony on this point, which we may sooncommunicate. It will be worthy the attention of teachers and school committees.Subscribers who do not receive "THE NURSERY" promptly, (making dueallowance for the ordinary delay of the mail), are requested to notify usIMMEDIATELY. Don't wait two or three months and then write informing us thatwe have "not sent" the magazine, (which in most cases is not the fact): but statesimply that you have not RECEIVED it; and be sure, in the first place, that thefault is not at your own Post-office. Always mention the DATE of yourremittance and subscription as nearly as possible. Remember that WE are notresponsible for the short-comings of the Post-office, and that our delivery of themagazine is complete when we drop it into the Boston office properly directed."Every house that has children in it, needs 'The Nursery' for their profitand delight: and every childless house needs it for the sweet portraiture itgives of childhood."—Northampton Journal.[Pg 129]

THE DOG WHO LOST HIS MASTER. VOL. XVII.—NO. 5.THE DOG WHO LOST HIS MASTERpot was a little dog who had come all the way from Chicago toBoston, in the cars with his master. But, as they were about to take the carsback to their home, they entered a shop near the railroad-station; and there,before Spot could get out to follow his master, a bad boy shut the door, and keptthe poor dog a prisoner.The cars were just going to start. In vain did the master call "Spot, Spot!" In vaindid poor Spot bark and whine, and scratch at the door, and plead to be let out ofthe shop. The bad boy kept him there till just as the bell rang; and then heopened the door, and poor Spot ran—oh, so fast!—but the cars moved fasterthan he.Mile after mile poor Spot followed the cars, till they were far out of sight. Then,panting and tired, he stopped by the roadside, and wondered what he shoulddo, without a home, without a master.[Pg 130]

He had not rested many minutes, when he saw two little girls coming along theroad that crossed the iron track. They were Nelly and Julia, two sisters. Spotthought he would try and make friends with them.But they were afraid of strange dogs. Julia began to cry; and Nelly said, "Goaway, sir; go home, sir: we don't want any thing to do with you, sir."Spot was sorry to be thus driven off. He stopped, and began to whine in apleading sort of way, as if saying, "I am a good dog, though a stranger to you. Ihave lost my master, and I am very hungry. Please let me follow you. I'll be verygood. I know tricks that will please you."[Pg 131]The children were not so much afraid when they saw him stop as if to getpermission to follow. "He is a good dog, after all," said Nelly: "he would notforce his company on us; he wants his dinner. Come on, sir!"Thus encouraged, Spot ran up, wagging his tail, and showing that he was veryglad to find a friend. He barked at other dogs who came too near, and showedthat he meant to defend the little girls at all risks.When they arrived home, they gave him some milk and bread, and then tookhim into the sitting-room, and played with him. "Beg, sir!" said Nelly; and atonce Spot stood upright on his hind-legs, and put out his fore-paws.Then Julia rolled a ball along the floor; and Spot caught it almost before it lefther hand. "Now, die, sir, die!" cried Nelly; and, much to her surprise, Spot laydown on the floor, and acted as if he were dead.When papa came home, and saw what a good, wise dog Spot was, he told thechildren they might keep him till they could find the owner.A week afterwards, they saw at the railroad-station a printed bill offering areward of thirty dollars for Spot.He was restored at once to his master, who proved to be a Mr. Walldorf, aGerman. But the little girls refused the offered reward; for they said they did notdeserve it, and Spot had been no trouble to them.Three weeks passed by, and then there came a box from New York, directed toNelly and Julia. They opened it: and there were two beautiful French dolls, andtwo nice large dolls' trunks filled with dolls' dresses and bonnets,—dresses formorning and evening, for opera and ball-room, for the street and the parlor, forriding and walking.The present was from Mr. Walldorf; and with it came a letter from him thankingthe little girls for their kindness to his good dog, Spot, and promising to bringSpot to see them the next time he visited Boston.UNCLE CHARLES.[Pg 132]

ON A HIGH HORSE.On a Hvaerlroyc iwpoeudled ride:QuicSkleyt thhiem s aplsetrinddeid. steedNow Nfoor wa fjoorl lsy otimmee !sport!HoldL oeng!s— atrhee t loitotl es hcohrat.p'sHarryA lcl ahne't ctoaun cdho t;he peg,ThouOguht hofe hmisa sy hsotree!tch his legWhatT chiasn mwuec dh,o offo rc ohiurms?e:Let dLoewt nd othwen r itdhee rh—orosre.Many a hobby-horseEre sSucmha lal bstoeyes d mauss tt hriisde,They can bestrideSo, liDttloen 'tH laorroyk dseo acrr,ossWheFnr yoomu aa rhei gtah kheonr sdeo.wn

JOSEPHINE POLLARD.CELEBRATING GRANDMOTHER'S BIRTHDAY.There were three little sisters and one little brother; and their names wereEmma, Ruth, Linda, and John. And these children had a grandmother, whoseseventieth birthday was near at hand."What shall we do to celebrate our dear grandmother's birthday?" asked Emma,the eldest."Get some crackers and torpedoes, and fire them off," said Johnny."Oh, that will never do!" cried Linda. "Let us give her a serenade.""But we none of us sing well enough," said Ruth; "and grandmother, you know,is a very good musician. Let us do this: Let us come to her as the 'FourSeasons,' and each one salute her with a verse.""Yes: that's a very pretty idea," cried Linda. "And I'll be Spring; for they say myeyes are blue as violets.""Then I'll be Summer," cried Emma. "I like summer best.""I'll be Autumn," said Johnny; "for, if there's any thing I like, it is grapes.Peaches, too, are not bad; and what fun it is to go a-nutting!""There's but one season left for me," said Ruth. "I must be Winter. No matter!Winter has its joys as well as the rest.""But who'll write the verses for us?" asked Emma. "There must be a verse forevery season.""Oh, the teacher will write them for us!" cried Ruth. "No one could do it better."[Pg 134]And so, on the morning of grandmother's birthday, as she sat in her largearmchair, with her own pussy on a stool at her side, the "Four Seasons"entered the room, one after another, and formed a semicircle in front of her.Grandmother was not a bit frightened. She smiled kindly; and then the"Seasons" spoke as follows:—[Pg 133]

SPRING.I am the Spring: with sunshine see me coming;Birds begin to twitter; hark! the bees are humming:Green to field and hillside, blossoms to the tree,Joy to every human heart are what I bring with me.SUMMER.ISs eteh emrey fwore tahlteh yoof uflnogw oerr so!l Id' ma tmheo rge olwdeelcn oSmue mcmoemr:er?ACnodm ceo annfeds ss ctehnatt tohnel yn Jeuwn-em obrwinng gsr tahses ;p beyrf tehcet dhiallys.ide stray;AUTUMN.IM aamrk Athuetu wmrne,a athn da bI obruitn gm ym ihledaeds,t, —hwarpepiaeths t ohf oriucrhse;st flowers;ICn ormny ahnadn dg raa ign oabnledt psreeec,i owuhsi cfrhu itthse, Agruatupem-jnu'si caer hmo eldnsf;olds.WINTER.Round my head the holly-leaf; in my hand the pine:IB autm wWhiilnet eI ra cmo llde fat tnod rsutleer, na; ltl'hse nsoet ldaastr kfl oorw searsd ;are mine.Christmas comes with winter-time to make the children glad.ALL THE SEASONS.[Pg 135]

AHnerde l oonugr loifffee trion gGsr agnladdm aw esi bnrgi.ng,THE LITTLE CULPRIT.EMILY CARTER.School had begun. The boys and girls were in their places, and the master washearing them spell; when all at once there was a soft, low knock at the door."Come in!" said the master; and a little cleanly-dressed girl, about six years old,stood upon the threshold, with downcast eyes.She held out before her, as if trying to hide behind it, a satchel, so large that itseemed hard to decide whether the child had brought it, or it had brought thechild; and the drops on her cheeks showed how she had been running."Why, Katie!" cried the schoolmaster, "why do you come so late? Come here tome, little culprit. It is the first time you have been late. What does it mean?"Little Katie slowly approached him, while her chubby face grew scarlet. "I—Ihad to pick berries," she faltered, biting her berry-stained lips."O Katie!" said the master, raising his forefinger, "that is very strange. You hadto? Who, then, told you to?"Katie still looked down; and her face grew redder still."Look me in the face, my child," said the master gravely. "Are you telling thetruth?"Katie tried to raise her brown roguish eyes to his face: but, ah! theconsciousness of guilt weighed down her eyelids like lead. She could not lookat her teacher: she only shook her curly head."Katie," said the master kindly, "you were not sent to pick berries: you ran intothe woods to pick them for yourself. Perhaps this is your first falsehood, as it isthe first time you have been late at school. Pray God that it may be your last."[Pg 136]

[Pg 137]"hiOmh;, aonhd!" thber obkeer rfioerst ht atshtee dl itstloe gcouoldp rtith, a"t tIh set anide itgoho bloorn'sg ."boy, Fritz, took me withThe other children laughed; but a motion of the master's hand restored silence,and, turning to Katie, he said, "Now, my child, for your tardiness you will have ablack mark, and go down one in your class; but, Katie, for the falsehood you willlose your place in my heart, and I cannot love you so much. But I will forgiveyou, if you will go stand in the corner of your own accord. Which will you do,—lose your place in my heart, or go stand in the corner for a quarter of an hour?"The child burst into a flood of tears, and sobbing out, "I'd rather go stand in thecorner," went there instantly, and turned her dear little face to the wall.In a few minutes the master called her, and, as she came running to him, hesaid: "Will you promise me, Katie, never again to say what is not true?""Oh, yes, I will try—I will try never, never to do it again," was the contriteanswer.Then the master took up the rosy little thing, and set her on his knee, and said:"Now, my dear child, I will love you dearly. And, if you are ever tempted to saywhat is not true, think how it would grieve your old teacher if he knew it, andspeak the truth for his sake.""Yes, yes!" cried the child, her little heart overflowing with repentance; and,throwing her arms around the master's neck, she hugged him, and said again,"Yes, yes!"FROM THE GERMAN.[Pg 138]

THE DOLL-BABY SHOW.YOouru dsoallw- bthaebrye sthhoe wlo, ivt elwieasst sdoolmlse tihni nthg eq luaitned .grand;TEharcehe gpiirln sb rboouugghth th ae rt iockwent,, iann idts nporte att ipeisnt ldersess.s:For the doll that was choicest we offered a prize:TShoemree cwaermee wine rei cmhi tpeusr polf ed, oslloiemse, lailnadc , ssoommee owf hgirteea,t size.With ribbons and laces,—a wonderful sight!SNhoew ,p tuht earlel twhea so tohneer sd qoluliyt,e suon tdalel r aan dcl soou dp;roud,But one of us hinted, in so many words,That sometimes fine feathers do not make fine birds.[Pg 139]We sat in a row, with our dolls in our laps:TNhoe b dooylsl s wbeerhe aavdemd itstwede;e ftloyr , baonyds mwieltl nmoa kmei sfuhna:ps.Now which do you think was the dolly that won?Soon all was commotion to hear who would getTWhee wpreirzee ;t hfoer cthoem dmoiltltieees;' acnodm wmihtitcehe dhoa dy omu etth:inkWas the doll we decided on, all in a wink?TWhhey f,i neeascth, tohf eu ss wseaiedt etshta, tt hoeu rp roewttine wsta dsr tehset: best,STho ew nee axltl tigmote thwee pgriirzlse h—awvee' lol uinr vditoell -yboaub tyo sghoow.