Title: The Nursery, July 1873, Vol. XIV. No. 1
Author: Various
Release date: March 29, 2008 [eBook #24938]
Most recently updated: January 3, 2021
Language: English
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| IN PROSE. | |
| PAGE. | |
| Look out for the Engine | 1 |
| How Willy coaxed Edith | 3 |
| Works of Art for Children | 4 |
| Kit Midge | 8 |
| Hettie's Chickens | 10 |
| A Schoolboy's Story | 12 |
| Clarence at the Menagerie | 14 |
| Touch my Chicks if you dare | 16 |
| The Catcher caught | 18 |
| Edwin's Doves | 22 |
| The Little Fortune-Seekers | 24 |
| The Little Stepmother | 30 |
IN VERSE. | |
| PAGE. | |
| My Clothes-Pins | 6 |
| Mamma's Boy | 11 |
| The Birds and the Pond-Lily | 21 |
| A Summer-Day (with music) | 32 |
LOOK OUT FOR THE ENGINE!
They soon had a large pile heaped up in the middle ofthe road which led through the forest. "For," said Bob,"we must make the fire where it won't do any mischief."
When all was ready, Bob lighted a match, and tucked itunder the leaves. Then, getting down on his knees, hepuffed and blew with his mouth, until first there rose a tinystream of smoke; then a little flame crept out; and, in amoment more, the pile was blazing merrily.
The children got some large stones, and sat down on themto warm their hands; for Sally said her nose and fingers wereso cold, she was sure Jack Frost must be somewhere around.They could not make Carlo come near the fire: he wasafraid of it, it crackled and sputtered so. He liked betterto lie under the bushes near the dinner-basket.
"What a splendid bonfire!" said Bob.
"Yes," said Sally; "but don't you wish we had some niceapples to roast in the coals?"
Just as she said this, they heard the whistle of a locomotiveaway in the distance. "Look out for the engine!"shouted Bob, jumping up. "Let's run and see the cars goby."
Away they ran down the road, to the edge of the woods,and climbed up on the fence. By leaning over, they couldlook far up the track, and watch the train come thunderingdown. First only a black speck was in sight; then the great[3]lantern in front of the locomotive glittered in the sun; andsoon the train was rushing by.
Bob balanced himself on the top rail, and shouted, "Hurrah!"Sally screamed, "Good-by, good-by!" at the topof her voice; and Carlo bristled up his hair, and barked loudly,wondering all the time what this strange creature couldbe, which made such a racket, and ran faster than he could.
The people in the cars heard the noise, and looked out tosee where it came from. They saw a boy without his jacketperched on a fence, waving his hat; a little girl by his side,laughing so hard that she showed all her teeth; and a funnylittle yellow dog yelping with all his might: that was all.But they thought it a pretty picture, and opened the car-windowsto wave their handkerchiefs.
As the last car rushed by, a lady at one of the windowstossed out two rosy apples. Down jumped Bob and Sallyto pick them up. The apples had fallen in some thick grass,and were not bruised at all. "Just what we wanted," saidSally; "but, oh, dear! I'm so tired with shouting, that Idon't believe I can eat my apple." She did eat it, though,every bit of it, except the seeds.
The children who had "The Nursery" last year will rememberthe story called "Kindness is better than Blows,"where the bookseller with an apple coaxed the horse to drawa heavy load up the hill. Little Willy Gay looked at thatpicture very carefully, and soon made practical use of it, asI will tell you.
Willy is very fond of playing horse, but has no brother to[4]play with him. His sister Edith, three years old, does notlike to play horse: she prefers to be with her dollies. SometimesWilly gets cross, and scolds at her because she will notplay horse as much as he wants her to.
A few days ago I saw Willy coming up from the cellarwith a large red apple in his hand; and soon after I heardthe two children racing through the rooms, having a merrytime; and Willy called out, "O mamma! I gave Edie anapple, and shedid play horse."
You see, he had thought about that story, and made uphis mind to try to coax little sister, as the man did the horse:he soon found that kind words and deeds were better thanscolding.
I hope he will not forget it very soon.
I have a little daughter who never returns from a walk inthe woods without bringing a bunch of gay flowers. I havetaught her to make of them many little works of art, whichyou may also like to learn, dear reader.
Here is the first. Certainly there must grow in yourneighborhood some larch or spruce trees. If we look sharp,we shall soon find on them a handsome half-open cone. Inthe small openings of this cone we stick delicate flowers andgrasses which we find in the meadows and fields.
When our nosegay is ready, we lay the cone with theflowers very carefully in a dish of water.
After an hour, the cone is so closely shut, that the flowersare held as fast in its scales as if they had always grownthere. This makes a very nice present.[5]
I will tell you how to make another pretty thing. Youknow what a burr is. Alas! it has often played you many anaughty trick,—woven itself provokingly into your clothes,or perhaps into your hair. I can teach you to make a betteruse of it.
Pluck an apron full: lay them one against another so thatthey shall stick fast together, and make in this manner thebottom of a small basket of any shape you like,—round,square, or oval.
Now build the burrs up around the edge to form thesides. When this is finished, make also the handle ofburrs. A lovely little basket stands before you, which youcan fill with flowers or berries from the fields, and carryhome to your mother. Of course you know how to makewreaths and bouquets; but to make them tastefully is atrue work of art, in which all children should try to becomeskilful.
Kit Midge was thought inthe family to be a wonderfullittle cat. She enjoyed sittingin the sunshine; she likedto feast upon the dainty littlemice; and, oh, dear me!now and then, she liked tocatch a bird!
This was very naughty, of course; but the best trainedcats have their faults. One morning Kit ate her breakfastwith great relish, washed her face and paws, smoothed downher fur coat, and went into the parlor to take a nap in thebig arm-chair.
The sun shone full in her face; and she blinked and purredand felt very good-natured; for, only the night before, shehad caught her first rat, and for such a valiant deed hadbeen praised and petted to her heart's content.
Well, Kit Midge fell asleep in the chair, with one littlepink ear turned back, that she might wake easily, and ablack tail curled round her paws. By and by one eyeopened; and, peeping out, she saw her mistress walkingacross the room with a dear little yellow-bird in her hand,which she placed on a plant that stood on the top shelf ofthe plant-stand.
Now, Midge had looked with longing eyes for weeks upona lovely canary, which sang on its perch far out of her reach;and I suppose she thought this was the same bird among thegreen leaves.
But she was a wise little cat: so she slept on, with botheyes open, until her mistress had left the room. Then Kitty[9]came down from the chair, and, creeping softly to the stand,made a spring, and seized birdie between her teeth. Then,jumping down, she dropped the bird on the carpet, smelledit, looked ashamed, and sneaked away.
It was only a stuffed bird; and when her mistress, who hadbeen peeping in at the door all the time, said, laughing,"O Kit Midge, I am perfectly ashamed of you!" Kittyjust ran out of the room, and did not show herself the restof the day.
Kit Midge was never known to catch a bird after that.
What can be prettier than a brood of chickens with agood motherly hen, like the one in this picture! See howthe little chicks nestle and play about their mother! and seewhat a watchful eye she has over them! But some chickensdo not have such kind mothers, as you shall hear.[10]
There was a little black one in our yard this spring, whichnone of the mother-hens would own. They would peck atit, and drive it away, till it was almost starved. Aunt Jennietold our little Hettie that she might have it for her own,if she would take care of it.
So Hettie put the chicken in a cage, with some wool tocover it, and fed it several times every day, till it came toknow her. When it was let out of the cage, it would followher about wherever she went.
One night Hettie went to bed, and forgot to put her pet inits cage. What do you think it did? It just flew up on herpillow; and there it sat with its head tucked under its wing.
Hettie named it Posey, and called it her daughter.
"What will you be, some day, when Posey lays eggs, andbrings out a brood of little chickens?" asked mamma one day.
That was a new idea to Hettie; and it puzzled her littlebrain for a minute: then she laughed out, "Shall I betheir grandmother?"
Papa looked up from his paper to see what amused hislittle girl so much; and, when she had told him, he said hewould have a pair of spectacles ready for her; and mammasaid she would make her a cap; and Hettie said her littlearm-chair would be very nice for a grandmother's chair.
"What will you do as you sit in your chair?" said mamma.
"Let me think," replied Hettie. "Why, my grandma isalways knitting mittens and socks and hoods for us; and Imust learn to knit, so I can knit some for my grandchildren."
Mamma said she would teach her, and they would beginthat very day.
And now, wouldn't you like to see our little Hettie withher roguish eyes peeping over spectacles, and her sunnycurls straying from her cap, and her chubby little handsknitting mittens, and all in that little arm-chair?
John Tubbs was one day doing his sums, when little SamJones pushed against him; and down went the slate with ahorrid clatter. "Take care of the pieces!" said the boys,laughing. But Mr. Brill, the master, thought it no laughingmatter, and, believing it to be John Tubbs's fault, told himthat he should pay for the slate, and have his play stoppedfor a week.
John said nothing. He did not wish to get little Sam intotrouble: so he bore the blame quietly. John's mother wasby no means pleased at having to pay for the slate, as shewas a poor woman, and had to provide for several otherlittle Tubbses besides John.
"I tell you what it is, John," said she, "you must learnto be more careful. I shall not give you any milk for your[13]breakfast all the week; and by this I shall save money forthe slate, which it is right you should pay for."
Poor John ate his bread with water instead of milk: butsomehow he was not unhappy, for he felt that he had done akindness to little Sam Jones; and the satisfaction of havingrendered a service to another always brings happiness.
A few days after, Mr. Jones came to the school, and spoke toMr. Brill about the matter; for little Sam had told his fatherand mother all about it. Sam was a timid boy; but he couldnot bear to see John Tubbs kept in for no fault, while theother boys were at play.
"What!" said the master, "and has John Tubbs borne allthe blame without saying a word?—Come here, John."
"What's the matter now?" said John to himself. "Somethingelse, I suppose. Well, never mind, so that poor littleSam Jones has got out of his little scrape."
"Now, boys," said Mr. Brill, "here's John Tubbs. Lookat him!" And the boys did look at him as a criminal; andJohn looked very much like a criminal, and began to thinkthat he must be a bad sort of fellow to be called up in thisway by his master.
Then Mr. Brill, the master, told the boys all about thebroken slate,—that John did not break it, but bore allthe blame to save Sam Jones from trouble, and had gone withouthis milk and play without a murmur. The good schoolmastersaid that such conduct was above all praise; and,when he had done speaking, the boys burst out into a cheer.Such a loud hurrah! it made the school-walls ring again.Then they took John on their shoulders, and carried him intriumph round the playground.
And what did John say to all this? He only said,"There, that'll do. If you don't mind, you'll throw a fellowdown."
On the first day of May, Barnum's menagerie came toour town; and Clarence went with his papa to see the animals.He enjoyed looking at them all; but most of all heliked the monkeys and the elephants.
He fed the monkeys with candy, and laughed to see themhang by their tails while they took it from his hand. Theyate all the candy he would give them, and did it in a veryfunny way.
Clarence's papa said the candy had better be eaten bymonkeys than by boys; but I doubt whether Clarence wasof that opinion.[15]
Clarence was afraid of the great elephant when his papafirst took him near it, and hung back when they came withinreach of its trunk.
"Why are you afraid of the elephant, Clarence?" askedhis papa. "I'm afraid he willtrunk me," said Clarence.
But he soon got over his fear, and was so busy feedingthe elephant, that his papa had to coax him away.
On their way home, Clarence's papa told the little boysome stories about elephants. Here is one of them:—
A famous elephant, called Jack, was once travelling with his keeperfrom Margate to Canterbury in England, when they came to a toll-bar.Jack's keeper offered the right toll, but the toll-bar man would not takeit. He wanted to make them pay more than was right. So he kept thegate shut. On this the keeper went through the little foot-gate to theother side of the bar, calling out, "Come on, Jack!" and at once the elephantapplied his trunk to the rails of the gate, lifted it from its hinges,and dashed it to the ground. He then went on his way, while the toll-barman stood petrified to see what a mistake he had made in demanding anunjust toll from an elephant.
"Now, Clarence," said his papa, "I suppose you wouldsay that the elephant 'trunked' the toll-gate, and so he did;but, you see, it was because he did not choose to be imposedupon."
That is what the old hen must have said to our little pupBravo, who, being three months old, thought he was a matchfor any chicken or hen in the whole barnyard. He madeup his mind that he would first try his courage on a littleyellow chick named Downy, who was just three days old,and who had strayed away from his mother's wing to pickup a crumb.
So with a fearful growl, and a bark that might have frighteneda lion, Bravo made a leap and a spring after poor littleDowny. But Downy was too intent on his crumb of breadto take much notice of the enemy; and then Bravo, like aprudent general, stopped short, and tried his artillery beforeapproaching any nearer. In other words, he began to barkin such a terrible manner, that any reasonable person wouldhave shown his respect by running away.
But Downy was too young to reason, or show respect.Bravo, though as valiant as Julius Cæsar, was, at the sametime, as cautious and careful as Fabius; and, if you do notknow who Fabius was, I must tell you. He was a Romangeneral who was very famous for his ability in retreating,and getting out of an enemy's way.
Bravo thought to himself, "It holds to reason, since thatlittle chick isn't afraid of such a powerful dog as I am, thatthere must be help near at hand." And, sure enough, hardlyhad Bravo thought this, when from behind some rushes ranout an old hen, followed by four, five, six chickens; and theold hen, with her feathers all ruffled, went right at Bravo,while the chicks stood behind sharpening their bills, andgetting ready to join in the battle with their mother.
[17]Although the most courageous of dogs, it could not beexpected that Bravo would be so foolhardy as to make a[18]stand against such odds. He paused a moment, with hismouth open, as the terrible old hen came at him; and then,seeing that the tide of battle was against him, he ran off asfast as he could to his master's door-step. But, though defeated,he showed his spirit by keeping up a frightful barking.The old hen and her chicks, however, were so stupidthat they did not mind it much.
Indeed, the old hen, with her family, came up so near tothe door-step, that Bravo was obliged to make a secondretreat. This he did with such success and good general-ship,that he escaped unhurt. Thus ended Bravo's first battle;and I think you will agree with me, that many a generalwith epaulets would not have done any better.
First Sparrow (the one standing with both wings spread).—Oh,look here! Come all. See what has happened!Here is old Scratch-claw with his tail caught fast in thedoor.
Second Sparrow.—Where is he? Let me see. Oh, isn'tthis jolly! Halloo, Sparrows! Come and see. Come one,come all.
Third Sparrow.—That's the rascal that killed and atethree of my little ones.
Fourth Sparrow.—He came near catching me, the otherday. Didn't he spit viciously when he saw me get out ofhis way?
Fifth Sparrow (the one on the ground).—How are you,old Sneezer? How are your folks? Don't you find yourselfcomfortable?[19]
Pussy.—Siss-ss-siss-ss! Mee-ow? mee-ow!
Fifth Sparrow.—Oh! wouldn't you like to, though?Spit away, old fellow! It's music to us sparrows.
Sixth Sparrow.—You are the brute that killed my dearlittle Spotted-wing.[20]
Seventh Sparrow.—He also murdered my precious littleTwitterwit.
Eighth Sparrow.—He is a bad fellow; and it is not surprisinghe has come to grief.
Ninth Sparrow.—Pull away, old boy! Sha'n't we comeand help you? I love you so, I would like a lock of yourhair.
Tenth Sparrow (the one on the lowest bough).—Children,hush! It is not good sparrow morality to jeer at an enemyin affliction,—even a cat.
Fifth Sparrow.—O grandfather, you shut up your bill!Just you go within reach of his claws, and see what cat-gratitudeis.
Tenth Sparrow.—My children, we must not exult overthe pains even of an enemy. A cat has feelings.
Pussy.—Siss-hiss-hoo! Mee-ow! Fitt! Fitt!
Fifth Sparrow.—What a lovely voice!
Sixth Sparrow.—The expression of his face, too, howcharming!
Tenth Sparrow.—Fly back, all of you, to your bushesand trees; for here comes a little boy who will see thatPussy is rescued.
First Sparrow.—Well, I wouldn't have missed this spectaclefor a good deal.
Fifth Sparrow.—It is better than Barnum's exhibitionany day.
First Sparrow.—Yes, and it costs us nothing.
Tenth Sparrow.—There! Fly away, all of you! Flyaway! You have said enough. I am ashamed of you all.You ought to know better than to be revengful. You arequite as bad as boys and men.
Fifth Sparrow.—Grandfather is getting to be abusive.Let us fly off. Good-by, Pussy! Pull away!
Four little birds came out to greet The first pond-lily, so fair and sweet, The first that opened its petals white To the wooing breeze and the golden light. They flew around, then sat on the tree, And sang, "You are sweet as sweet can be: O dear Pond-lily! we do not jest: Now, which of us all do you love best?" Pond-lily spoke not, but, instead, Dipped in the water her beautiful head, As much as to say, "I'm well content In this my own pure element." The birds they sang in their very best style, But got no answer, not even a smile; For Pond-lily knew it was safest and best To keep where she was, on the wave's cool breast, And never to listen to flattering words From idle suitors and wandering birds. Emily Carter. |
Young as Alan was, he had heard from his uncle Paulmany a story about people seeking their fortune: so, onefine summer day, he set off with his brother Owen andhis sister Amy a-fortune-seeking. Alan carried a stick; andAmy had a little basket on her arm.
Alan led the way, telling Owen and Amy to keep closeto him, and to fear nothing. As they passed by Lakin'spond, a duck gave a loud quack; when they came to thegreat ash-tree, a bee buzzed by them: but neither the quackingnor the buzzing frightened the bold Alan; and on hewent, holding up his stick.
They had almost reached the sawyer's cottage, when ablack animal ran out towards them. Alan asked if he shouldattack the tiger? Owen would have it that it was only apuppy dog: but Alan said that did not matter; for it had fourlegs and a head and a tail, and so had a tiger. Owen thought[25]he had better let it alone; and Amy tamed the tiger at onceby giving it a bit of bread from her basket.
Suddenly they came to a spot where five or six geese anda few goslings were waddling about. The gander cametowards them, stretching out his neck, and hissing loudly.Owen and Amy ran back, followed by Alan, who told them,that, if he had hit the gander with his stick, he would havefrightened the goslings.
As there was a stile near, leading into a field, they allgot over the stile, and thus passed the geese.
"I wonder how that gander would like it," said Alan, "ifI were to turn back, and lay hold of him by his long neck,and shake him?" Amy begged of him by no means tothink of such a thing; and so Alan told her that he wouldnot. Little did the gander know of his narrow escape!
Ah, me! what perils await those who go on their travelsto seek their fortunes! A little brook was now before them;and Alan said, "This river must be crossed, and I hope that[26]none of us will be carried away by the current. What weshall do if an Indian springs from behind the bushes, or acrocodile comes out of the sedge, I don't know. Here isthe narrowest part of the river. I will lay my stick acrossit; and, if we make believe very much, it will do for abridge."
"But I can't walk along your stick," said Amy. "Nevermind that," said Alan: "a bridge is a bridge, whether wewalk along it or not." So Alan laid his stick across thenarrow part, and then jumped over the brook, followed byOwen and Amy. No Indian sprang from the bush, no crocodilecame out of the sedge; and the river was crossed withoutone of them being drowned.
All at once it came into Alan's head that Uncle Paul hadonce been attacked by a wolf, and that they ought to havean adventure of the same kind: he therefore asked Owenif he would consent to be eaten up by a wolf. Owen said hedid not like it: he thought Alan ought to be eaten, for he wasthe biggest. Alan said that would never do; for then therewould be nobody to care for him and Amy.
But, besides this difficulty, there was another: they hadno wolf; and, where to get one, they did not know. At lastit was settled. Owen was to be the wolf, and to spring onAmy; but before he had eaten her up, or even so much assnapped off her little finger, Alan was to rush upon himwith his stick, and drive him back into the woods.
Amy was now left alone, that Owen might get behind onebush, and Alan behind another. No sooner was this done,than, with her basket on her arm, she went on her journey.
And now Amy was almost come to the bush behind whichOwen was crouching. For a moment she made a stop, asthough she hardly durst go by; but at last she went on.Suddenly the wolf leaped out, and caught hold of her.[27]
What was poor Amy to do? Well was it for her thatAlan happened to come up. Many people are frightenedat wolves; but Alan did not seem frightened at all.
It was a hard struggle; for the wolf pulled poor Amy oneway, and Alan pulled her the other; but at length Alan wonthe day. "Shall I kill the wolf, Amy?" cried he, liftingup his stick. "No, no!" cried Amy: "he has not hurt mea bit. He is not a real wolf, but only my brother Owen."
The affair of the wolf having passed off so well, Alanbegan to bethink himself of other adventures. So muchhad he heard from Uncle Paul about Indians, that his heartwas set on going among them.
Both Owen and Amy wondered where he would find theIndians; but Alan said, "That thicket yonder is quite aslikely a place to find them in as any that I know."
"We have not seen one yet," said Owen. "No," repliedAlan: "Indians always get behind the trees." This madeOwen and Amy look about them, as if they feared everytree had an Indian behind it.[28]
Alan set off for the thicket, while Owen and Amy satdown to talk over their travels; but it was not long beforeAlan again joined them. Whether the Indians were absenton some expedition, or whatever else might be the cause,certain it was that Alan had found no Indians. He had,however, torn the leg of one of his stockings: so he askedAmy to bind up his wounds.
"But you have not hurt your leg," said Amy: "you haveonly torn a hole in your stocking."
"Never mind that!" replied Alan. "We are out on ourtravels, seeking our fortunes, and must make the most ofevery thing. Bind up my wounded leg."
Little Amy tied up his leg with his handkerchief; and,considering that she had never bound up a wound before,it did her great credit.
It is due to Alan to say that the misfortune of his woundedleg by no means cooled his courage. "What is the use,"said he, "of complaining? Those who go to seek theirfortunes must learn to bear pain."[29]
One of Alan's plans was to find a treasure; and, as theyhad neither spade nor pickaxe with them to dig for gold, hethought the best way would be for them to find a bag ofmoney. Amy said, if they found a bag of money, she shouldlike to take Dolly some. This being generously agreed toby Alan and Owen, they proceeded with their plan.
Alan took Amy's handkerchief, and tied up some grass init. He then told Owen to go on a little way and drop it;and this Owen did. "Hi!" cried Alan, when he came upto the spot: "what have we here? Who would havethought that a merchant would have dropped a bag ofmoney in such a place as this?"
All at once Owen and Amy bethought themselves thatthey had no right to the gold, as it belonged to the merchantwho had lost it; but Alan met this objection by sayingthat they could easily inquire for the merchant as theywent along, and give up the money if they found him. Thuspacified, Owen and Amy allowed Alan to lift the heavy bagof money into the basket: this he seemed to do with greatdifficulty.
But how was the basket to be carried with so heavy aweight in it? Said Alan, "Where there is a will, there is away." A stick was procured, and passed through the handleof the basket, one end of it resting on Owen's shoulder, andthe other end on the shoulder of Amy.
Alan with his leg tied up, leaning on his stick for support,hobbled onward; and Owen and Amy appeared to toil withmight and main, bending under their load.
They had almost come to the turn by the birch-trees,when suddenly Dash, their own favorite dog, came barkingjoyfully towards them. At that very moment their parentswere waiting for them with the pony-chaise at the end ofthe lane.[30]
No sooner did our little fortune-seekers set eyes on thepony-chaise than off they set in a scamper, strangely forgetfulof what had passed. It was wonderful to see how nimbleAlan was in spite of his wounded leg; and with what easeOwen and Amy ran along with that heavy load of gold,which before had well-nigh weighed them down to theground.
The little stepmother, with her blue eyes and rosy cheeks,sat in the yard, surrounded by her pets, and busily paringsome apples.
From heaven blew the morning wind, and greeted thelovely child: "Little stepmother, I will by thee remain: Iwill make the time pass merrily for thee, and cool thy redcheeks. Dost thou not hear?"
A sparrow sat before her on the bench, and twittered:"This ismy place; my stomach is empty. Little stepmother,I am very hungry. I beg thee to give me somebreakfast. Dost thou not hear?"
The dove swelled with anger, and said, "Go away, thouvagabond, thou beggar sparrow, thou glutton!—Littlestepmother, I politely ask thee only for a sip of water.Dost thou not hear?"
The cat sat lost in thought, opening and shutting hereyes. "Little stepmother," said the cat, "my stomach, too,is empty. Go thou for some meat, or else look out that noharm comes to thy dear birds in the yard. Dost thou nothear?"
The little stepmother laughed, and said, "Be not so impatient!I must first make a dish of apple-sauce for the sevenand seventy guests who are coming to my wedding-feast.[31]When they are all assembled, then shall the morning windplay for the dance. You, beloved birds, shall be my bridesmaids,and the cat shall be the bride's father."
| 2. This is the way the sun comes up: Gold on brooks and glossy leaves, Mist that melts above the sheaves, Vine and rose and buttercup,— This is the way the sun comes up. | 3. This is the way the birdie sings: "Baby birdies in the nest, You I surely love the best; Over you I fold my wings,"— This is the way the birdie sings. |
This issue was part of an omnibus. The original table of contentscovered the entire second half of 1873. The remaining text of the table ofcontents can be found in the rest of the year's issues.
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
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