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margin:1em 0'> +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and +most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions +whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms +of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online +at <a href="https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a>. If you +are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the +country where you are located before using this eBook. +</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Little Folks (September 1884)<br /> + A Magazine for the Young</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Various</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: December 20, 2008 [eBook #27576]<br /> +[Most recently updated: December 24, 2022]</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team</div> +<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE FOLKS (SEPTEMBER 1884) ***</div> + +<div class="notes"> +<p>Transcriber's Note: Table of Contents has been added +for the HTML version. Amendments can be read by placing cursor over +words with a dashed underscore like +<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note">this</ins>.</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h1><span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>:</h1> + +<h2><i>A Magazine for the Young.</i></h2> + +<h3><i>NEW AND ENLARGED SERIES.</i></h3> + +<h4>CASSELL & COMPANY, <span class="smcap">Limited.</span></h4> + +<h4><i>LONDON, PARIS & NEW YORK.</i></h4> + +<h4>[ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]</h4> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i001.jpg" width="600" height="468" alt="cover" title="cover" /> +</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<h2>Contents</h2> +<table summary="Contents"> +<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg sml">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_Little_Too_Clever">A Little Too Clever</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Some_More_Little_Presents">Some More Little Presents, And The Way To Make Them</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Summer_Visitors">Summer Visitors</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_New_Game_For_Children">A New Game For Children</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#A_Day_On_Board_HMS_Britannia">A Day On Board H.M.S. Britannia</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Andys_Brave_Deed">Andy's Brave Deed</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_147">147</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Little_Toilers_Of_The_Night">Little Toilers Of The Night</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_151">151</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Their_Wonderful_Ride">Their Wonderful Ride</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_153">153</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Sunday_Afternoons">Our Sunday Afternoons</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_154">154</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Watercarriers_Of_The_World">The Water-Carriers Of The World</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_157">157</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Buried_Alive">Buried Alive</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_158">158</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Little_Margarets_Kitchen">Little Margaret's Kitchen, And What She Did In It.—IX.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_161">161</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Their_Road_To_Fortune">Their Road To Fortune</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#An_Apple_Song">An Apple Song</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Mornings_At_The_Zoo">Mornings At The Zoo</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#What_Came_Of_A_Foxglove">What Came Of A Foxglove.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Daisy_And_Dolly">Daisy And Dolly</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey">Stories Told In Westminster Abbey</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_September">The Children's Own Garden In September</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_179">179</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Legends_Of_The_Flowers">Legends Of The Flowers</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Music_Page">Our Music Page</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Editors_Pocketbook">The Editor's Pocket-book</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_182">182</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society">The "Little Folks" Humane Society</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes">True Stories About Pets, Anecdotes, &c.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_187">187</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner">Our Little Folks' Own Corner</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Answers_To_Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles">Answers To Our Little Folks' Own Puzzles</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles">Our Little Folks' Own Puzzles</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Prize_Puzzle_Competition">Prize Puzzle Competition</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Questions_and_Answers">Questions and Answers</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_191">191</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#Picture_Wanting_Words">Picture Wanting Words</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_192">192</a></td></tr> +</table> + +<hr /> + +<p><a name="A_Little_Too_Clever" id="A_Little_Too_Clever"></a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129"></a>[Pg 129]</span></p> + +<h2>A LITTLE TOO CLEVER.</h2> + +<h4><i>By the Author of "Pen's Perplexities," "Margaret's Enemy," "Maid Marjory," &c.</i></h4> + +<h4>CHAPTER VIII.—ESCAPE.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap004"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><span class="smcap">hen</span> Elsie awoke +in the morning, +after at last falling +into a dull, heavy +sleep, she had not +an opportunity of +seeing what sort +of weather it was. +There was no +light in their rude +sleeping-place, +except the dim +one that came +through the aperture +from the +other room. She +listened, and hearing +sounds of life +below, she hastily +rose, and creeping down the ladder, went in search +of her frock.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Ferguson was already up, and busy. Elsie +asked for her frock, but Mrs. Ferguson told her it +was not dry, and she had better make what shift +she could with the old gown she had given her on +the previous night. As she could nowhere see her +dress, she was obliged reluctantly to follow the +woman's advice.</p> + +<p>To her delight, she perceived that the morning +was bright and warm after the rain, and she fully +resolved, as soon as their things were decently dry, +to be on their road once more.</p> + +<p>In the meantime, however, Duncan's jacket had +also disappeared. She could get nothing out of +Mrs. Ferguson about it, except that it was drying, +and Duncan had to put up with a cotton jacket, +which Mrs. Ferguson stripped from her own boy's +back to give him.</p> + +<p>This mystery as to the whereabouts of their +clothes very greatly annoyed Elsie, who tried in +vain to make Mrs. Ferguson say where they were. +She pretended not to understand what Elsie meant, +though Elsie felt quite sure all that was feigned.</p> + +<p>Their breakfast consisted of some thin watery +porridge, without bread, sugar, or milk.</p> + +<p>When their scanty meal was ended, Mrs. +Ferguson ordered them to go out and help Sandy +Ferguson, her husband, who was waiting outside +for them. At first Elsie felt disposed to refuse, but +on second thoughts, she obeyed. Sandy Ferguson +was on the spot, his wife in the kitchen, with the +cottage door open, their two boys about here, there, +and everywhere.</p> + +<p>To get away unperceived was out of the question, +besides the serious matter of losing their +garments, which Elsie had not yet been able to +discover.</p> + +<p>So they had to work away in company with the +two ragged urchins. Elsie was boiling with rage, +but she hid it as well as she could; and as for poor +Duncan, he worked away without uttering a word, +but with only an occasional inquiring glance at +Elsie, which was infinitely touching.</p> + +<p>Elsie soon perceived that there would be no +chance of their pursuing their journey that day. +Mrs. Ferguson protested that she was getting their +things dried as fast as she could, and would say +nothing more; but Elsie had a keen misgiving +that for some reason or other she did not mean to +let them go.</p> + +<p>Was it possible that she knew anything of their +mother, and was thinking to send them back? or +did she only mean to keep them there, and make +them work for her family?</p> + +<p>At times Elsie felt a terrible fear creeping over +her that these dreadful people meant to steal or +hurt her and Duncan. "Perhaps she wants +our clothes," Elsie thought, "for she knows we +have no more pennies!"</p> + +<p>So she took the first opportunity she could find +to tell Mrs. Ferguson that they didn't think they +could wait any longer for their things to get dry; +they could easily get some more at Killochrie. +She said this with an air of indifference. She +would put her jacket on over her stuff petticoat, +and that would do very well. Duncan could wear +the cotton jacket, and leave his tweed one behind.</p> + +<p>But all this made no impression on Mrs. +Ferguson. She only laughed grimly to herself; +and as their things were not forthcoming, Elsie +might as well have spared her generosity. If she +could only have found her jacket she would have been +contented, but this, too, had disappeared, and even if +she had found the opportunity, Elsie would hardly +have had the courage to go on her way with Mrs. +Ferguson's dirty tattered gown tucked up and +pinned together about her.</p> + +<p><ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: "By-and-by with quotation marks">By-and-by</ins> Elsie began to think she saw what +Mrs. Ferguson was thinking of. She noticed that +she frequently looked along the road, and carefully +watched for any vehicle whose wheels sounded in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130"></a>[Pg 130]</span> +the distance. "She thinks mother'll come and +fetch us," Elsie said to herself, "or at least the +woman that I told her I lived with; but she'll never +come here after us, that's certain."</p> + +<p>But although Elsie had very little fear that they +would be found, yet she was determined to get +away somehow from this hovel.</p> + +<p>Two whole days had elapsed. They had spent +three wretched shivering nights on the floor of the +loft. On the third day Elsie felt she could bear it +no longer. She was in a state of suppressed excitement, +and she felt that she could almost jump +out of her skin.</p> + +<p>It is very strange to notice through what small +loopholes people often make their escape. The +fairy-tale idea of passing through keyholes and up +chimneys is scarcely more wonderful. Now, Mrs. +Ferguson had been keeping a strict watch on these +children, and not only herself, but her husband and +two children had all been employed to watch. On +the third day there stopped at the cottage door a +lumbering vehicle, containing a man and woman +and several baskets. The two alighted, and came +into the cottage, where a great talking ensued, and +many purchases were displayed and loudly discussed. +The two Ferguson lads should have been +with Elsie and Duncan, but they had climbed on to +the top of the peat-stack by the side of the house, +and were lying full length, peering unobserved +through the dingy window. Suddenly Elsie +perceived that they were alone, and without waiting +to consider the possibilities of the case, she took +Duncan by the hand, pushed him over the stone +wall, quickly climbed it herself, and flew away over +the grass as fast as her feet could carry her in the +direction of the hills.</p> + +<p>Here, again, fortune favoured her, as it sometimes +does favour the most rash ventures. After running +a goodish way, Elsie saw what she had never +dreamed of finding—a roadway sweeping round the +foot of the hill, and quite hidden from sight by a +sudden rise in the ground. When they gained the +road, they too would be hidden by the rising ground +between them and the crofter's cottage, whereas +now they could be seen distinctly by any one who +should happen to look, for there was not even a +tree or bush to shield them. Elsie pushed on +quickly, not venturing to take even a peep behind +until they had safely scrambled down the steep +bank into the road, when, to her joy, she found that +the stone walls enclosing the croft, even the +little hovel itself, had completely disappeared.</p> + +<p>"Elsie," said Duncan, catching his breath, and +looking up to her with a glance of terror, "will they +catch us?"</p> + +<p>"No, I don't think so, Duncan," Elsie answered, +quite gently. "We are quite out of sight. We +must be quick, and find out where this road leads."</p> + +<p>"I am so frightened, Elsie!" Duncan exclaimed, +with a pitiful, appealing glance to her not to be +angry. He had kept his terror to himself so long +that he could hide it no longer. "Did you think +they were going to kill us, Elsie?"</p> + +<p>"No, Duncan, of course not," Elsie replied, not +without a little shiver.</p> + +<p>It was very noticeable how different Elsie's tone +was from her usual one. There was no snapping +up or ridiculing her little brother. She spoke +more as if she were trying to persuade herself of the +truth of what she said.</p> + +<p>"But, Elsie, there was never any one came near," +Duncan persisted. "Sandy Ferguson could dig a +big hole, and put us in right easy. No one would +know. Don't let him catch us, Elsie."</p> + +<p>"He shan't catch us, dear," Elsie said, reassuringly, +though she was not feeling very easy +about it herself. It was only now that she began +really to feel what a terrible time they had lived +through in those last two days, and what unknown +horrors they had escaped from. Duncan's words +filled her with fear. To be overtaken and carried +back to that dreadful woman seemed the worst +thing that could befall them.</p> + +<p>"I wonder where this road leads?" Elsie said, +trying to make Duncan think of something else. +"There's no one to ask."</p> + +<p>"P'raps they might be like the man if you +asked," Duncan said fearfully; "and you look so +ragged in that dirty old gown, Elsie. They will +think we are beggars."</p> + +<p>Elsie had been thinking the same thing herself, +though she was not going to tell poor Duncan—already +frightened out of his senses—how uncomfortable +she really felt. Alone in a country +road, which led they did not know where, without +a penny to buy food or, so far as they could see, a +house from which they could ask some, what was +to become of them?</p> + +<p>"Elsie?" Duncan said presently, looking at her +very wistfully.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Duncan?"</p> + +<p>"You won't be angry, will you?"</p> + +<p>"No, I won't be angry," Elsie said impatiently. +"What is it?"</p> + +<p>"I feel so tired. Couldn't we go home?"</p> + +<p>"Do you think you could find the way back?" +Elsie asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh! but we could ask for Dunster," Duncan +said, eagerly. "People would tell us. I'd try to +run very fast, Elsie."</p> + +<p>"We should have to get back to that other road, +where the cottages are, first," Elsie said, contemplatively. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131"></a>[Pg 131]</span> +"Would you like to do that, +Duncan?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" the child cried, in <i>terror</i>. "They'd +catch us, Elsie, they'd catch us: I'm sure they +would."</p> + +<p>"We won't go there," Elsie said, trying to +comfort him, for it was pitiful to see his fright. +"Wait till I see a nice tidy person, and I'll ask all +about it."</p> + +<p>"There might be another way," Duncan suggested.</p> + +<p>Just then they heard the sound of distant wheels. +Duncan caught hold of Elsie's shoulder in an +agony of fright. "It's the man!" he cried, +trembling from head to foot, and turning as white +as death. "He's coming, Elsie! he's coming to +fetch us back!"</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER IX.—A FAIRY VISITOR.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap008"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">ith</span> what indescribable torments of dread +the two children stood waiting it is difficult +to express. Elsie's feeling of fright for +herself was merged in care for Duncan. +She had never seen him look like this before, +and it startled her. His white face was drawn +into an expression that changed it altogether. His +eyes were wide and staring, looking along the +road in a sort of fascination of terror.</p> + +<p>Elsie held him close to her, drawing him round +so that he should not see the approaching vehicle, +still far distant, for on that still, lonely road the +sound of hoofs could be heard at a great distance. +Elsie listened, with her heart standing still.</p> + +<p>"Duncan, Duncan, it is two horses!" she cried, +presently. "And they are coming quickly. It is +a carriage, not a cart."</p> + +<p>But Duncan was so terrified that he had no +reasoning power left in him. Even when the +carriage came in sight he would not have been +a bit surprised to have seen the crofter and his +shrewish wife jump out of it.</p> + +<p>Instead of that, however, the carriage contained +a very fashionably-dressed, rich-looking lady and +gentleman. Elsie could see directly that they +were gentlefolk, who would never think of hurting +two little children. She resolved to speak +to them.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 453px;"> +<img src="images/i012.jpg" width="453" height="600" alt="Illustration: 'THE CARRIAGE DREW UP CLOSE BY THEM'" title="Illustration: 'THE CARRIAGE DREW UP CLOSE BY THEM'" /> +<span class="smcap">"the carriage drew up close by them"</span> (<a href="#Page_131"><i>p</i>. 131</a>) +</div> + +<p>They were certainly in fortune's way. The +carriage drew up close by them, and a dainty +voice asked—</p> + +<p>"Children, can you tell us if we are on the right +road to Killochrie?"</p> + +<p>"I don't think you are, ma'am," Elsie replied, in +her best manner.</p> + +<p>"Oh dear!" the lady exclaimed; "how annoying +when we are in such haste! Can you direct us?"</p> + +<p>"There's a road right over there leads to it," +Elsie replied, pointing with her hand.</p> + +<p>"But how do we get on to the road? Does this +one meet it anywhere? Driver, don't you know?"</p> + +<p>The driver muttered something in a rather surly +fashion, whereupon the gentleman, who had not yet +spoken, leaned forward, and said angrily, "You told +us you knew this neighbourhood. You are an idiot!"</p> + +<p>"Perhaps this little lass could show him," the +lady remarked.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, ma'am, it's right glad I'd be to do it," +Elsie began (how very polite any one can be when +they choose), "but we're quite strange, and have +lost our own way, our mother being dead and our +father in London, which we're trying to find; and +perhaps, ma'am, you would be so kind as to tell us +the way." All this was said very rapidly.</p> + +<p>"If they can't help us, why not drive on?" the +gentleman remarked impatiently.</p> + +<p>"Stay a moment," the lady said. "These children +may possibly be of great use to us. Look at +the girl, William. She hasn't at all a bad face, if +she were well dressed," she added, in a low tone, +which, however, did not escape Elsie.</p> + +<p>"You say your mother is dead and your father +in London," the lady added. "Who are you living +with?"</p> + +<p>"There was a woman who took care of us," Elsie +replied quickly, "but she let our father think we +were dead, so we ran away to find him; and a man +who gave us a ride in his cart robbed us of our +pennies and our clothes, and was very cruel. We +ran away in the clothes they gave us."</p> + +<p>"What a deal of running away," the lady said, +not unkindly; "and your little brother looks tired. +Do you know how far it is to London?"</p> + +<p>"No, not exactly, ma'am," Elsie replied.</p> + +<p>"Well, it is hundreds and hundreds of miles; +and let me tell you at once you will never get there +if you walk for ever. But," she added quickly, +leaving Elsie no time to reply, "I may be able +to help you. I am a sort of good fairy. Walk on +towards Killochrie. Ask any one you see the way +there, and before night I will come back again. +That is all. Coachman, drive on. You must look +out for some one else to direct us."</p> + +<p>Then the man whipped up his horses and drove +off, leaving Elsie standing by the roadside in a sad +state of bewilderment. Could she have heard +aright? Before three minutes had passed she +began to think she had been mistaken, but that +could not be, for Duncan presently said to her—</p> + +<p>"She won't ever come back, Elsie, will she? +But she was a bonnie lady, wasn't she?"</p> + +<p>"She was bonnie, and real kind," Elsie said. +"I wonder whether she will come back after all."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132"></a>[Pg 132]</span> +"She might have put us inside the carriage if +she'd liked," Duncan said, doubtfully.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps the gentleman wouldn't have let her," +Elsie replied. "I think she meant she would come +alone."</p> + +<p>"Will she be very long?" Duncan said, pitifully; +"and will she take us to London, to him—our +father, Elsie?—or will you ask her to take us back +to Dunster?"</p> + +<p>"We must wait till she comes," Elsie said, +evasively. In her heart of hearts she would not +have been sorry to find herself back in Mrs. +MacDougall's cottage, but the humiliation of returning +and acknowledging why she had run away, and +how she had failed, was too much for her proud, +stubborn will.</p> + +<p>"Do you like running away?" Duncan asked, +looking up anxiously in her face.</p> + +<p>"I don't mind it," Elsie answered. She was +getting into a contrary mood, partly because +Duncan's remarks touched her so keenly, partly +out of anger and impatience at the misfortunes +that had befallen them.</p> + +<p>They had been walking along slowly in the +direction the carriage had taken. Duncan did not +seem inclined to go faster. Presently he stopped, +and stood watching a number of black-faced Highland +sheep scampering down the side of a hill. +There were sounds of barking, and at last there +appeared a shepherd and collie.</p> + +<p>"He will know the way," Elsie cried, with +delight. "Come on, Duncan; let's run and ask +him."</p> + +<p>"You run, Elsie. I'll wait till you come back," +Duncan said, wearily. It was very unusual for +him to hang behind, but Elsie was too eager to +notice it. She left him sitting by the roadside, and +flew after the shepherd.</p> + +<p>"The way to Killochrie? Weel, you just keep +to the road right away till it runs into another one, +an' that'll take you straight through; but it's a +long, long way to walk."</p> + +<p>The man was engaged in eating a large piece of +bread and cheese. Elsie, who was very hungry, +eyed it longingly.</p> + +<p>"Ye look a wee bit starved," the man said.</p> + +<p>"We'll be getting some food at Killochrie," Elsie +said, evasively.</p> + +<p>"I did hear last night that there was two +children lost off Dunster Moor—stolen, they do +say. I suppose you bain't one of them?" the man +continued, eyeing her curiously "Was dressed in +plaid frock and cloth jacket. That ain't you, +any way."</p> + +<p>"We live at Killochrie," Elsie said quickly and +wickedly, not hesitating to conceal the truth, and +to tell a falsehood to do so. "We've come farther +than we should, and I wasn't quite sure of the way."</p> + +<p>"Aweel! aweel!" the man said, in his slow +northern fashion. "It's a good thing ye're not +lost away from your natural home, which I'd be +sorry to think of happening to any bairn. It's a +goodish bit out of my road, but I'd like to carry +the poor bairnies back to their mother, wherever +she be."</p> + +<p>Elsie waited to hear no more. She bade the +man a hasty "Good-day," and ran off. How +strange it was that this out-of-the-way shepherd +should have heard the tale, and yet not so strange +when one thinks how quickly such a tale spreads +far and near, and how few other concerns the +shepherd had to drive it from his mind. Already +the news of the lost children was being discussed +in every whiskey-shop and cottage. It had +reached the little village three miles out of +Killochrie, where the shepherd's wife lived. And +if the children had been elsewhere than in the +crofter's lonely cottage they must have been discovered, +as there was every chance that they would +be before long.</p> + +<p>Now, if Elsie had known it, the first piece of +good fortune that had really come to them was +when she met the shepherd. He was an honest, +kind-hearted man, the father of children. At one +word of explanation he would have taken the +children in charge, and delivered them safely over +to their proper guardian. Providence, watching +over the misguided children, had put this means of +deliverance in their way. But Elsie was still +obstinate, and the very thought of being taken back +roused every feeling of opposition and anger.</p> + +<p>If only poor little Duncan had known the +opportunity, which was every moment retreating +farther away!</p> + +<p>Elsie breathed freely when she perceived the +shepherd disappear in the valley. "We are all +right," she said to Duncan, keeping to herself the +shock she had received. "This will lead us to +Killochrie."</p> + +<p>Duncan said nothing. He seemed neither glad +nor sorry. He was not much of a companion, +Elsie thought.</p> + +<p>The day crept on. They did not make much +progress, for Duncan was cross, and lagged dreadfully.</p> + +<p>Elsie had in her mind a firm conviction that the +kind lady would return, and she was not wrong, for +at last they saw a female figure coming towards +them; she carried a good-sized leather bag in +her hand, which Elsie believed contained food +for them. How glad she was now that she had +fled from the shepherd. The good fairy had come.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133"></a>[Pg 133]</span> +There was one thing Elsie had never thought of. +Wicked spirits often assume the appearance of +good fairies. Every one knows that, so that it was +to be seen whether this was a good fairy or not.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER X.—THE NEW MOTHER.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap013"><span class="dropcap">S</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">uch</span> +a disappointment! As the figure drew +near, Elsie saw that she had made a mistake. +Instead of the beautifully-dressed +lady of the carriage, it turned out to be a +person dressed in black garments, with a long +black veil covering her face.</p> + +<p>She walked along quickly, and as she came up to +the children, she stopped. Then she turned up her +veil, and Elsie saw with astonishment that it was +really the lady who had spoken to them that morning, +but so changed, that it was no wonder Elsie +had not known her. The face that had looked so +gay and smiling was now sad and pensive; the +fair curling hair, falling in pretty confusion over the +white forehead, was drawn smoothly back under +the neat crape bonnet, with its widow's cap.</p> + +<p>The many bracelets and other jewellery were all +gone. So complete was the transformation that +Elsie stood staring, not knowing what to believe.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134"></a>[Pg 134]</span> +"I told you I was a fairy," the lady said, in +a kind, but sad, voice. "You must not be surprised +to see me so changed. To-morrow I may change +again. A fairy is all sorts of things, you know."</p> + +<p>"Ye—es, ma'am," Elsie said, doubtfully.</p> + +<p>"I dare say you think that a fairy can change +other people as well as herself, do you not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, ma'am; fairies do that in books," Elsie +replied.</p> + +<p>"Well, and I tell you I am a fairy," the lady said, +a little sharply; "and I am going to change you."</p> + +<p>"What is she going to change us into, Elsie?" +asked the matter-of-fact Duncan.</p> + +<p>"Ah! what?" the lady asked, with a laugh. "Shall +I change you into two little Highland sheep scampering +over the hills, and feeding upon grass?"</p> + +<p>"Oh no!" Elsie said quickly; but Duncan, whose +mind never readily accepted a new idea, only +replied stolidly, "You couldn't, you know."</p> + +<p>"Don't be so sure of that," the lady replied. +"But I am not going to. I am going to make you +into my own little children."</p> + +<p>This seemed very nice and kind, but it so completely +did away with their own father that Elsie +did not know what to say. The lady seemed displeased, +and stamping her foot, said very sharply—"Do +you hear what I say? I am going to turn you +into my little boy and girl."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, ma'am," Elsie said slowly. "It is +very kind, only we've got our own father."</p> + +<p>"I didn't say anything about a father, did I?" +the lady said. "I shall be your mother. While you +are my children, your father is dead."</p> + +<p>"But he isn't indeed, ma'am," Elsie began; but +he lady's face suddenly changed. It grew very +red, and her eyes blazed with passion.</p> + +<p>In place of the sad, pensive face, she saw an +angry, furious, dreadful-looking face, that struck +terror into her heart. "While you are my children," +she exclaimed, in a loud terrible voice, "your father +is dead. If you forget that for one moment, I will +instantly change you back into the wretched little +creatures you now are, and set you down on top of +that high mountain, where you will perish of cold +and hunger." Then suddenly she dropped her +voice, her face grew calm and sweet-looking again, +and she said, very gently, "Will you be my children?"</p> + +<p>The children were so bewildered and astonished +that they could hardly believe their senses. Elsie +replied at once—"Oh yes, if we may;" but it was +really more because she did not dare to say anything +else, for fear of offending this strange being, +and the dread of being left alone all night among the +dark, gloomy hills.</p> + +<p>"Follow me," the lady said, drawing down her +veil, and turning away from the road on to the +grass.</p> + +<p>The children followed. She led them some +distance over the lowest part of a small hill. She +walked quickly, the children doing their best to +keep pace with her light, rapid footsteps, although +Duncan was very tired, and both were desperately +hungry. Presently they found themselves +in a tiny dell, through which ran a little +babbling stream, and where large yellow daisies, +and bonnie blue-bells, and other flowers bloomed +abundantly. Here the strange lady stopped, and +opening her bag, she drew forth some black garments. +The first one was a frock of fine black +stuff with crape. She bade Elsie take off the +old gown she was wearing, and put on this.</p> + +<p>Elsie was charmed. The dress fastened down +the back, and had a narrow skirt, cut in one with +the body, forming a complete contrast to her own +short full skirt and round body of bright plaid. +Then there came forth from the fairy bag a black +hat and a pair of beautiful silk gloves. "You will +do for to-night," the lady said, when Elsie had put +them on. "To-morrow morning we must think of +shoes and stockings less clumsy than those you +have on."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;"> +<img src="images/i019.jpg" width="403" height="450" alt="Illustration: 'YOU ARE TO CALL ME MAMMA,' SHE SAID" title="Illustration: 'YOU ARE TO CALL ME MAMMA,' SHE SAID" /> +<span class="smcap">"'you are to call me mamma,' she said"</span> (<a href="#Page_134"><i>p</i>. 134</a>). +</div> + +<p>For Duncan she brought out a black overcoat, +which reached nearly to his ankles, and a black +cloth cap. Elsie waited impatiently, hoping to see +some nice food come out of the bag, but the fairy +mother seemed not to have thought of that, for she +shut it up when she had taken the cap out, and +gave it to Duncan to carry. Then she rolled up +the tattered gown and jacket, and threw them into +the stream.</p> + +<p>"You are to call me mamma," she said sweetly, +"or mother, if you are more used to that."</p> + +<p>"Then please, ma'am—ma—we are very hungry," +Elsie said.</p> + +<p>The lady did not seem pleased. "What dreadful +things children are! They want to eat!" she +exclaimed. "Well, there is no time now; we +must get home quickly. Give me a hand each of +you."</p> + +<p>They did as they were told, and very soon were +again upon the road, walking as quickly as they +could to keep up with her. Every now and then +she gave Duncan a sharp tug to make him walk +quicker.</p> + +<p>The poor child was so tired and hungry that +he hardly knew how to get along, but the lady +took no notice. Elsie really was beginning to think +that there was something about her quite different +from ordinary people, but she was not sure that +she liked her any better for that. She wondered +whether she knew what it was to feel very hungry.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135"></a>[Pg 135]</span> +They walked what seemed to the weary children +a very, very long way, but at last they saw +houses, and they perceived that they had arrived +at a little village. Here the lady bought them +some buns and rolls, which they eagerly devoured, +but to their infinite disappointment they found +they were not to stay here. On they walked +another long way, till they reached a place with +many houses and streets and shops, such as Elsie +had never seen in her life before.</p> + +<p>It was now quite dark, but the lady hurried +them through the streets, not allowing them to +stop for a moment. By-and-by they arrived at +a strange building of wood. They were presently +lifted into a carriage. The lady followed; the +door was shut. There was a shrill scream, and +then the lights outside began to glide past them. +They were, for the first time in their lives, in a +train.</p> + +<p>Duncan had not been in the carriage two +minutes before his head fell back against the +woodwork, and he was asleep. Elsie's brain was +too busy for her to do the same thing. The sensation +of gliding along in the dark was so new and +strange that she was at first very frightened, but as +every one else looked quite comfortable, her fears +began to abate, and she could turn her mind +to the strange adventures that had befallen them.</p> + +<p>After some little time they stopped, and their +companion lifted them out, rousing Duncan out of +his heavy sleep with much difficulty.</p> + +<p>A tall, dark gentleman was waiting, on the platform +for them. "Here are the dear children," the +lady said, in a sweet, sad voice. "Children, say +'How do you do?' to your Uncle William."</p> + +<p>The gentleman shook hands with each of them, +and taking Elsie by the hand, led her forward, the +lady following with Duncan. They passed through +some gates, and found some carriages waiting +outside. Into one of these the gentleman and lady +took the children, and they were driven away.</p> + +<p>These two strange individuals conversed a great +deal, but the noise of the wheels prevented Elsie +from hearing much of what they said. She made +out that the lady was telling the gentleman about +her journey, and she thought they both seemed +rather pleased.</p> + +<p>Suddenly the gentleman leaned over, and laid a +hand upon Elsie's arm. "Mind what you are +about," he said in her ear. "If you say anything +to displease this lady, your good mother, it will +be the worse for you. The less you say to anybody, +the better; and look after the boy. What is +your name?"</p> + +<p>"Elsie."</p> + +<p>"No it isn't. It is Effie Donaldson. Don't +forget it again. Your brother's name is Donald +Donaldson. Don't let him forget it, either."</p> + +<p>Elsie saw in a moment that there was no trifling +meant, and that she would have to obey. It was +the same gentleman who had called the driver an +idiot in the morning. She had stolen a glance at +him then, and had not liked his face. She liked +it still less now. Still, they must be kind people, +or they would not have brought her and Duncan +all this way, and given them such nice clothes. +Elsie very much wished, however, that gentlefolk +had not such strange manners.</p> + +<p>She was very glad and thankful when at last +they alighted at a house, into which they entered. +A neat, tidy-looking woman came forward to meet +them. "Everything's quite ready, ma'am, as the +gentleman ordered," she said, with a curtsey. "I've +made up an extra bed in your room, ma'am, for the +little boy, which the gentleman said would suit +you, and the supper's waiting to be served in a +moment. I dare say the children are tired, ma'am."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said the lady, in a sweet, gentle voice. +"They have had a long journey, and they are +tired to-night. They will be glad to get to bed as +soon as we have had supper, won't you, dears?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, mamma," Elsie answered quickly. Duncan +made no reply.</p> + +<p>"You go in there, and sit down till I come," the +lady said, pointing to an open door, through which +came the gleam of a fire. She took Elsie's hat +and Duncan's cap, and went upstairs, leaving the +children, as they thought, alone.</p> + +<p>But that was a mistake, for the gentleman came +in the next moment. However, he told them, not +unkindly, to sit down and warm themselves, which +they were glad enough to do. The table was +already spread for a meal. Presently the woman +brought in a dish of ham and eggs, which made +the famished creatures ready to cry with delight.</p> + +<p>Their new mamma watched them very narrowly +as they ate. Fortunately, Mrs. MacDougall had +been very strict about their behaviour, but there +were still several things that displeased their new +friend, for which she corrected them pretty sharply; +and to show how easily children can remember +when they really know they must, Elsie not only +bore in mind the faults that were found with +herself, but also those points in which Duncan +had offended.</p> + +<p>The woman of the house came in by-and-by, +to ask whether she should see the children in bed. +She looked so kind and nice, that Elsie hoped their +new mamma would say "Yes." She, however, declined, +saying that she could not bear any one to do +anything for the children but herself. Then she took +them upstairs, and locking the door, bade them +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136"></a>[Pg 136]</span> +undress. She then went to a box, and got out +some night garments, which were much too large; +but the children did not mind that. She tucked +Elsie kindly into the snuggest, sweetest bed that +could be, and then went to do the same kind office +for Duncan. Then telling them that they were +on no account to get up till she came to them +the next morning, she left them to such a night's +rest as they had not had since they left the cottage +on Dunster Moor.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER XI.—"THAT CHILD IS ILL!"</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap020"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">he</span> children had been in the habit of rising +at an early hour all their lives. Elsie woke the +next morning about six o'clock, to find the sun +shining in brightly at the curtained window. +She had always thought what a fine thing it must +be to be able to lie in bed as long as one liked, +so she was not at all averse to doing as the lady +had bidden her, especially as the little bed was so +soft and warm. She lay quietly, looking round +the room at the pictures which hung on the walls, +and at the various articles of furniture it contained; +but after a while she began to grow tired +of this, and to wonder when the lady would come +to her. After an hour or so she crept to the +door, and turned the handle, thinking to see if +any one was about yet; but she found that she was +locked in, so there was nothing else to be done +but to get back into bed.</p> + +<p>The time passed very slowly; still no one came. +Elsie grew very restless, and did not at all like the +feeling of being locked up away from Duncan. +Still these people were gentlefolk, and rich. It was +quite impossible they could mean any harm. +She could hear distant sounds of people moving +in the house. Could it be possible that they had +forgotten all about her? She had heard a clock +strike seven, then eight, now it was striking nine. +At home, she would have been across the moor +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137"></a>[Pg 137]</span> +and back, have had her breakfast, and been at +school by this time.</p> + +<p>Much as she stood in awe of her mysterious +benefactress, she grew at last so restless that she +could be still no longer, but jumped up, and began +to wash and dress herself.</p> + +<p>She was standing before the glass, greatly admiring +her appearance in the new frock and hat, and +wondering how the lady had really got them, when +the key turned, and the fairy mother herself +entered. She was dressed in long trailing black +garments, with a white cap on her head, and looked, +Elsie thought, wonderfully sweet and pretty. But +as her eye fell upon Elsie the sweetness vanished, +and the angry expression that had once before so +terrified her came back.</p> + +<p>"I told you not to get up till I came," she said, +in a threatening voice.</p> + +<p>"I thought you had forgotten; it was so late," +Elsie faltered.</p> + +<p>"You are not to think," the lady said. "You have +disobeyed me once. The second time you will find +yourself, before nightfall, back on the top of the +mountain, as I warned you before. And far +worse things than that will befall you, and your +brother too. Take care! I shall not warn you +again. Now, put on these stockings I have brought +you, and let me see if these shoes fit."</p> + +<p>They were a pair of fine woven black stockings, +for which Elsie willingly changed her thick grey +knitted ones. The shoes were a little long, but +were soft and easy to her feet, and seemed to Elsie +very beautiful ones. They were, in fact, a pair of +the lady's own, and yet were scarcely any too large +for Elsie. Then the lady combed out her hair, +and tied it up with a piece of black ribbon. Elsie +felt herself very grand indeed.</p> + +<p>"Now kiss me, and say, 'Good morning, +mamma,'" the lady said, holding her cheek down.</p> + +<p>Elsie did as she was bidden. "That will do," +the lady said. "When you go downstairs say +'Good morning' to your Uncle William in the +same way. You can go now."</p> + +<p>Elsie went downstairs. At the door of the room +where they had supped the night before she met +the woman of the house, taking in a plate of eggs, +coffee, and other good things.</p> + +<p>The woman looked at her curiously, but made no +remark. Elsie went in, and found the gentleman +already there. She went forward and bade him +good morning, as she had been directed.</p> + +<p>He lifted up a pair of large black eyes from the +paper he was reading, and gave her a look which +somehow scared her, as he said "Good morning, +Effie." She stood still, not daring to move at +all, and feeling extremely frightened and awkward.</p> + +<p>"Go and tell your mamma that breakfast is +ready," he said, with another look.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, I'm coming," the lady called, in +response to Elsie's message. "Don't walk so +heavily, child!" she exclaimed, as Elsie ran downstairs. +"I do not know what sort of manners they +have taught you at that wretched school. Bring +your hat down, dear; then we shall be all ready to +start. You will see that the luggage is in readiness, +Mrs. Alexander," she added to the woman, who +was at that moment coming out of the room.</p> + +<p>"Yes, ma'am, certainly. And the fly will be +round at a quarter to ten punctually."</p> + +<p>The lady thanked her very sweetly; she was +leading Duncan by the hand. He had on his +overcoat, and held his cap in his hand. Elsie concluded +at once that this was because he had no +jacket, and wondered why the lady had not provided +one for him as well as clothes for her. The +child was looking pale and heavy, and, Elsie +thought, unhappy.</p> + +<p>All the time they were at breakfast the lady and +gentleman talked about the weather, and the long +journey they were going to take, and such things, +just, Elsie thought, as if Mrs. Alexander were outside +listening. Elsie was considerably bewildered +by the way they spoke of her and Duncan.</p> + +<p>"Effie is not so much grown as I would have +thought," the lady remarked to the gentleman, who +seemed to be her brother.</p> + +<p>"She is very much tanned, and her hands are +as brown as berries," he replied.</p> + +<p>"Ah! that is the natural result of such a country +life," the lady returned. "She has perfect health."</p> + +<p>"Donald does not look so well."</p> + +<p>Elsie could make nothing of this strange conversation, +but she supposed that the lady wished +her and Duncan to be taken for some other children +who were not there. Still this was puzzling, +for where could the other children be?</p> + +<p>Duncan ate very little, and seemed to take that +more because he was frightened to leave what had +been given him than for any hunger.</p> + +<p>After breakfast a carriage came to the door, and +they drove back again to the station from which +they had come last night. After a little waiting, +the train started.</p> + +<p>There were no other passengers in the carriage +they occupied, and the lady and gentleman talked +a great deal together. Elsie could not understand +half that they said, but she heard them mention +Edinburgh and London, and talk of hotels, and +lodgings, and a great many other things, which +gave her no information; but her heart beat +wildly when they spoke of London, and she hoped +above everything that they would take her there, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138"></a>[Pg 138]</span> +for she had lost all count of the way by now, and +would have had no more idea in which direction +to go, had she been left to herself, than she would +have had to find her way back to Dunster.</p> + +<p>For a while the lady and gentleman were so engaged +in talking together, that they took no notice +of the children. Duncan had seated himself in a +corner, and was leaning his head against the +cushion with a strange expression on his face. +Elsie, sitting opposite, glanced at him several times, +as if to inquire what was the matter, but he took +no notice. To go over and ask him was more +than she dared. She was far more frightened to +move a finger before this strange lady than she had +been to disobey Mrs. MacDougall in the most +flagrant way.</p> + +<p>But suddenly the gentleman's eye fell upon +Duncan, and he said sharply, "That child is ill, +Lucy!"</p> + +<p>"Nonsense!" said the lady, quickly. "He is +putting it on. A good shaking will rouse him."</p> + +<p>Elsie glanced uneasily at Duncan. He took no +notice; his heavy eyelids were almost closed. It +flashed upon Elsie that what the gentleman said +was true, although she had not thought of it before.</p> + +<p>"I think he is ill," Elsie said, plucking up her +courage, for she thought it was cruel to talk of +shaking him.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense! He shall not be ill. Let him dare +to!" the lady cried angrily.</p> + +<p>"It strikes me that he won't be able to help it," +the gentleman said, with an ugly smile, which +seemed to make the lady very angry. "Well now, +what's to be done? This is a look-out you had not +bargained for."</p> + +<p>The lady looked puzzled and very much annoyed. +She bit her lip, and tapped her foot on the floor.</p> + +<p>"If he lasts out till we get to London, I don't +know that the child being ill will interfere with our +plans. It might be turned to advantage. If not, +he must be left behind in Edinburgh," the lady said.</p> + +<p>Elsie pricked up her ears. "You do not mean +that you would leave him without me," she said +quickly, thinking her ears must have deceived her.</p> + +<p>"He could be brought to London when he was +better," the lady said, with a glance at the gentleman. +"He would be taken care of; but we must +go on."</p> + +<p>"If he stays in Edinburgh, I shall too," Elsie +said, with sudden decision.</p> + +<p>"You will do what I tell you!" the lady said, with +one of her terrible looks, which so frightened Elsie +that she could say nothing, although her mind was +firmly made up that she would never leave Duncan.</p> + +<p>Then they went on talking again, and Elsie heard +a great deal of discussion about whether they +should stay in an hotel or not, and she gathered +that the presence of herself and Duncan was the +point of difficulty, for she heard the lady say that +she had not been able to get him any clothes, and +his own were much too coarse and common, and +that people in Edinburgh would notice much more +than simple country-folk like Mrs. Alexander.</p> + +<p>Elsie had long been doubtful whether these +people were kind or not, but now she felt sure they +were not. She had no idea why they had done all +they had, but she felt sure it was not from real +kindness, and she began to feel suspicious that +they would be very unkind to Duncan.</p> + +<p>It was a very strange thing, and not at all what +she had ever read in any book, that they should +twice have fallen in with unkind people.</p> + +<p>By-and-by some other people came into the +carriage, and then Mrs. Donaldson went and sat +by Duncan, putting her arm round him, and drawing +his head down on to her shoulder.</p> + +<p>After being many hours in the train, they arrived +at a great place, which turned out to be the +Waverley Station at Edinburgh. It was such a busy, +wonderful place, with so many lights and people, +that Elsie would have been wild with delight if it +had not been for her anxiety about Duncan.</p> + +<p>The gentleman gave some directions to a porter +about taking their luggage. Then he and the lady +took poor Duncan between them and led him out +into the streets, which were full of people and +carriages.</p> + +<p>It was, she supposed, because so many people +looked at Duncan's pale heavy face and tottering +steps that the gentleman, after a a few minutes, took +him up and carried him. They went some little distance, +till they came to a small shop, the window of +which was full of all kinds of papers and pictures. +The gentleman had some conversation with a man +behind the counter, who took them into a small +room, where the lady and gentleman bade them +"Good-bye," and left them, saying they would come +back the next morning.</p> + +<p>After a little time, a girl, dirty, ragged, and +untidy, came into the room, and taking Duncan up +in her arms, carried him upstairs, Elsie following +with a candle.</p> + +<p>The house seemed to be a tall one, for there were +more stairs than Elsie had ever seen in her life, +and they were dark, steep, and narrow, so that she +frequently stumbled. The girl, however, went on +quickly enough. They paused at several landings +with doors, from which came the noise of voices, +sometimes raised pretty high, as if in anger and +dispute.</p> + +<p>At last they reached a tiny room, quite up at the +top of the house. It had a low, sloping roof, much +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139"></a>[Pg 139]</span> +discoloured with damp and dirt, as were also the +walls. The floor was bare and black with dirt and +age, the whole apartment squalid and uncomfortable.</p> + +<p>The girl laid Duncan down on the bed, and +began removing his things with a certain amount +of gentleness; he seemed quite unable to do anything +for himself. When she had undressed him, +she put back the bed-clothes. Then she went +away, and once more the children were alone +together, and very much alone, for Elsie noticed +that the girl locked the door before she went away.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>To be continued.</i>)</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="Some_More_Little_Presents" id="Some_More_Little_Presents"></a>SOME MORE LITTLE PRESENTS, AND THE WAY TO MAKE THEM.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap027"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><span class="smcap">re</span> you ready to +hear about more +things which can +be made with a +penknife? Then +I am ready to +tell you.</p> + +<p>Amongst my +acquaintances +and friends are +certain little toy-boat +builders, +who bestow upon +me from time to +time boats fashioned +by their +knives; vessels +which would not, it is true, encounter stormy seas, +and therefore are not fitted for use, but which look +taut and trim as they lie in the quiet harbour of +bracket or slab amongst other choice ornaments. +A rowing-boat, a yacht, a schooner, a man-of-war—all +these varieties are somewhat commonplace. +The construction of them requires skill and dexterity, +I know, but you do not want a description +from me of these, and I wish to tell you of something +more uncommon than the boats we see on our +own waters.</p> + +<p>Perhaps some of my readers have not attempted +anything on so large a scale as this I am about to +describe. If they are afraid of the size of the +venture, they can follow the general directions, and +make their dimensions smaller.</p> + +<p>Two boats we want, and four paddles.</p> + +<p>The boats are to be in shape and form like the +Indian birch-bark canoe: this, as you know, has +a very distinctive appearance of its own, and is +quite different from any boat we see on English +waters: for this reason, although you might be +able to find a picture of one in some book, a +drawing is given for you to study, as your model +for shape and form. As I have said, we require +two of these canoes, and they are to be of different +sizes. The length of the big one is 12 inches; the +depth of this boat in the middle is 2 inches; at its +stern and prow, which you will see are alike also +in form, the measurement is 2½ inches.</p> + +<p>The length of the little canoe is 9½ inches: in +the middle it is 1½ inches, and prow and stern +measure 2 inches.</p> + +<p>The particularly bulging sides of boats of this +character are the cause of the chief difficulty of their +construction; fortunately for our purpose only one +side of the canoes have this protuberance, for this +reason—these canoes and paddles are placed +together and hung up against a wall, and therefore +one side of each canoe has to be flat in order to +rest steadily and comfortably against the wall. +The interiors of the canoes are scooped out, and +serve as receptacles for odds and ends.</p> + +<p>The paddles of some canoes are short and have +wide spoon-like blades at each end; these, you see, +have not. The length of the pair of big paddles is +13 inches; of these inches the blade takes 2½ inches. +The extreme length of the little paddles is +12 inches; their blades are as large as those of +their companions.</p> + +<p>These four paddles are crossed over each other, +and over one another, all at the same time standing +in an upright position.</p> + +<p>The two long paddles cross each other just +below the blades, which rear themselves aloft; the +two short paddles also cross each other near their +blades, but they are head downwards. When +these four brothers are placed together in proper +juxtaposition, the ends of the little paddles are +just below, but an inch or so away from the blades +of the big paddles. The ends of the big paddles +descend as far as the bottom of the blades of the +little paddles. I hope that you are not confused or +bewildered: the drawing will help to enlighten you.</p> + +<p>Against this background of paddles the two +canoes are placed: the little one uppermost, the +larger one a few inches below. Very pretty the +whole device looks. I should keep the secret +until the whole is quite complete. The surface of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140"></a>[Pg 140]</span> +the wood should be made as smooth as satin by +dint of rubs and scrubs with sand-paper, and then +it looks well if left without any covering of paint +or varnish: the stems of the paddles have a little +adornment in long specks of red and blue paint.</p> + +<p>Now L am going to turn away—for a time at any +rate—from whittling of wood, and to speak of cutting +of cork—that is ordinary corks. So many things +can be constructed with them by the help of a penknife +and liquid glue.</p> + +<p>The celebrated Cleopatra's Needle is a good +object; a wheelbarrow, an old-fashioned square arm-chair, +a book-case, an old oak chest, a Dutch cradle, +and many other articles of furniture can be imitated. +In selecting copies for imitation it is best to choose +those of old date, made of oak, for the cork resembles +old worm-eaten oak when its first freshness +has gone and its complexion becomes darker. A +very pretty and uncommon object to copy is that +of an old-fashioned clock, a veritable "my grandfather's clock," +an upright tall eight-day clock that +has a long chain and a heavy pendulum concealed +within its tall case, and that shows a big square +face with large figures printed on it. I will give +you a few details about my cork clock, and I think +you will make one and set it upon a bracket to be +admired by all beholders. This miniature clock +stands 7½ inches high. Its two cases and head are +hollow; it is built of little blocks of cork of different +sizes, fitted neatly together, so that at the first +glance one imagines each portion to be one large +piece. The lower part of the clock is 2 inches +high and 1½ inches across. This hollow four-sided +case stands on a basement formed of cork blocks, +which project a wee bit beyond the case; this +structure is supported by 4 feet of a club-like form. +So far so good. Now we will raise the structure +higher. A case in which the pendulum with its +chain is supposed to be hanging and swinging and +tick-tacking is formed likewise of bricks of cork: its +length is 2½ inches, its breadth is 1 inch. Now as +the upper case is smaller, you see, than the lower +one, there would be a cavity, and indeed nothing for +the higher one to rest upon, so we put little bevelled +pieces on the lower case, which fill up part of the +aperture and give the upper case a resting-place. +The door of the clock is represented by a narrow +thin piece of cork, at least 2 inches long, placed +down the middle of the upper case. Now we have +come to its head: this is a hollow square, 1½ inches +high and wide. A little platform is put on the upper +case, which projects beyond it all round. On this the +head stands, and at each corner a little round pillar, +the height of the head, rears itself up. On the top +of the head there is an ornamental battlement, composed +of dog-tooth pieces of cork. As the clock has +a head, it ought to have a face; indeed, the face is +one of the chief parts of a clock. Take a piece of +stiff white paper or thin cardboard, cut it square +the exact size of the head, and on it mark, in your +neatest style, the proper number of figures and the +two black hands: fasten the paper on a square of +cork the same size, and put it in at the back of +the head. Keep it in its place by fastening projecting +blocks of cork to the back of the square; +this will keep it steady, and prevent the face from +falling away from the front of the head. The face +looks rather too staring if the whole square is +seen, therefore fix tiny half squares of cork in each +of the four corners of the head in front.</p> +<p class="right">E. C.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a>[See Little Folks, Vol. XVIII., page 291.]</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="block width500"> + +<h2><a name="Summer_Visitors" id="Summer_Visitors"></a>SUMMER VISITORS.</h2> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 39px; height: 70px;"> +<img src="images/i031.jpg" width="39" height="70" alt="I" title="I" /> +</div> + +<p> fed the birds in the winter,<br /> +<span class="two">And so in the summer, you see,<br /></span> +They flew through my open window,<br /> +<span class="two">And stayed for a cup of tea.<br /></span> +They little thought I was looking, the dear little feathered things,<br /> +As they hovered o'er cups and saucers, and fluttered their pretty wings.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="two">For I was standing on tip-toe,<br /></span> +<span class="four">In hiding behind the screen,<br /></span> +<span class="two">And a livelier chirpier party,<br /></span> +<span class="four">I think I have never seen.<br /></span> +The air was sweet with the summer, the window stood open wide,<br /> +My room was a garden of flowers, and lime-trees blossomed outside.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="two">So the old birds paid me a visit,<br /></span> +<span class="four">And the young birds came in their train,<br /></span> +<span class="two">For they took my room, with its nosegays,<br /></span> +<span class="four">For part of their own domain;<br /></span> +While they sipped the cream in my teacups, and daintily pecked my cake,<br /> +And called to their friends and neighbours, that each and all might partake.<br /> +<br /> +<span class="two">But just as I stood there watching,<br /></span> +<span class="four">Enjoying their chorus gay,<br /></span> +<span class="two">My cat stole in from the kitchen,<br /></span> +<span class="four">And all of them flew away—<br /></span> +With wings that fluttered and quivered, they chirped to another tune,<br /> +As they flew away through the garden that beautiful day in June.<br /> +</p> +<p class="right">A. M.</p> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141"></a>[Pg 141]</span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 446px;"> +<img src="images/i032.jpg" width="446" height="600" alt="Illustration: 'SUMMER VISITORS'" title="Illustration: 'SUMMER VISITORS'" /> +<span class="smcap">"summer visitors."</span> (<a href="#Summer_Visitors"><i>p</i>. 140</a>) +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142"></a>[Pg 142]</span></p> + +<h2><a name="A_New_Game_For_Children" id="A_New_Game_For_Children"></a>A NEW GAME FOR CHILDREN.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap034"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><span class="smcap">e</span> mention this game—which we believe +has never appeared in print—because +not only many may take +part, but like really good games, +amusement and perhaps some instruction +are derived in playing it; +and any number may play at <i>the same time</i>. Let +us suppose that ten children decide to play this +game of "Names." Each player is provided with +a long strip of paper and a pencil, and if one of +the players has a watch so much the better; if not +a clock must be used. One commences by calling +out: "Girls' names commencing with A, two minutes +allowed." Each player then writes down all the +girls' names that he (or she) can recollect that +commence with A, and at the expiration of the two +minutes, "time" is called. Then the oldest player +reads from his (or her) slip all the names he or she +has written down. Say, Amy, Amabel, Alice, +Ann, Annie, Amanda, Aileen, &c. All the other +players, as the names are read out, cancel any +name read out. If, for instance, all have written +Amy, all cancel Amy, and count one mark. Say +six players have Amabel, and four have not, each +of the six count one mark; those who have not +thought and written down Amabel get nothing for +Amabel, and so on through the list. The object of +the game is to teach the children all girls' and boys' +names. When the marks have been allotted for +all the names, the total of marks are read out and +noted on each slip. The players then proceed in +a similar manner for all boys' names commencing +with A, such as Alfred, Abel, Adam, Andrew, +Arthur, &c. The game can be continued till all +the letters in the alphabet are exhausted, but +practically young players rarely care to "do" more +than thirty sets or fifteen letters consecutively. +Various names crop up, and the memory is well +exercised, and children generally vote it great +fun. Any one introducing pet or fancy names, +such as Pussy, Kit, Teddy, &c., forfeits two marks, +unless it be arranged that they will be allowed.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="A_Day_On_Board_HMS_Britannia" id="A_Day_On_Board_HMS_Britannia"></a>A DAY ON BOARD H.M.S. <i>BRITANNIA</i>.</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>By the Rev.</i> <span class="smcap">J. Clement P. Aldous</span>, <i>Chief Instructor and Chaplain to Cadets</i>.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap037"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> <i>Britannia</i> is the +training-school for +naval officers. All +boys who are to +be fighting officers +in the British +Navy go to the +<i>Britannia</i>. They +enter when they +are about thirteen, +and stay +there two years, +and from this ship +they go as midshipmen +to our +ships in all parts +of the world. We +are going to pay +a visit to the +<i>Britannia</i>, and +see how these young naval cadets spend their day.</p> + +<p>If we want to see the whole day through, we must +start early. So we will take a boat and go off from +the shore at five o'clock in the morning of a fine +summer day. It is only a row of some 200 yards +to reach the <i>Britannia</i> from the shore. She is +anchored in the middle of the River Dart or +Dartmouth Harbour.</p> + +<p>Have you ever seen one of England's old wooden +walls—a three decker? How high she stands out +of the water! If you will look at the picture you +will see that there are quite six storeys to this great +floating house. As you come up to the ship's side +in a boat, she towers above you like a great cliff—a +wooden wall—you can see what these words mean +now.</p> + +<p>Let us step up the ladder; they will be surprised +to see us so early. The sentry on the middle deck +wishes to know our business. "We have come to +see <i>everything</i>," we say, and show our authority for +coming.</p> + +<p>So we go up a ladder—not a staircase, mind!—to +the sleeping deck. There we see two long rows of +chests, which represent the wardrobe, chest of +drawers, washing place, private locker, every piece +of furniture, in fact, which a naval cadet possesses.</p> + +<p>Over these hang the hammocks, each the sleeping-place +of a cadet. A hammock is such a funny +thing to sleep in. I dare say you have a string +hammock on your lawn, in which you sometimes +lie on a very hot summer's afternoon. But it is a +queer bed to sleep in, for your head and your heels +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143"></a>[Pg 143]</span> +are both of them stuck up in the air, while your +body hangs underneath in a graceful curve.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/i039.jpg" width="500" height="361" alt="Illustration: Hammocks On Board The Britannia" title="Illustration: Hammocks On Board The Britannia" /> +<span class="smcap">hammocks on board the <i>britannia</i></span> +</div> + +<p>Half past five is struck, or rather <i>three bells</i>, for +man-of-war time goes by half-hours till eight bells +are reached at noon and midnight, four and eight +o'clock, when it starts again. Three bells! a corporal +walks along and picks out here and there +some unfortunate boy who has been misconducting +himself the day before—perhaps he was late or idle—and +he has to "turn out" an hour before the others +and stand up till they join him. A wretched +beginning of a day, especially on a winter's morning—to +stand +shivering on +an open deck, +while all his +comrades are +peacefully +tucked up in +their warm +hammocks. +I think if you +knew you +would get +this punishment, +my +little friend, +you would +take good +pains to be +in time.</p> + +<p>As we walk +round the +hammocks +we now see +the servants +busy placing the cadets' clothes on their chests, +ready for them to dress. There is a servant to +about ten boys.</p> + +<p>By-and-by five bells is struck, half past six, +and a bugle rings out a merry peal, on the middle +deck. It is the <i>turn-out</i> bugle, and you can play it +on the piano:—</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i0017a.jpg" width="400" height="120" alt="Music to turn-out" title="Music to turn-out" /> +</div> + +<p>In a few moments we hear the same bugle-call, +far away. The bugler is gone off to the <i>Hindostan</i>, +and he is giving the sound for the other boys +to turn out.</p> + +<p>We only saw half the cadets in their hammocks +in the <i>Britannia</i>. If you will look at the picture +on <a href="#Page_145">page 145</a> you will see another smaller ship, the +<i>Hindostan</i>, moored ahead of the <i>Britannia</i>. The +younger boys sleep in "the other ship," as it is called.</p> + +<p>What a merry noise there is, as the cadets bound +out of their hammocks, and rush off to the big salt-water +bath, which is fitted in either ship! I am +glad we are only describing a visit, for were we +looking on we should get drenched from head to +foot.</p> + +<p>The corporals walk about among the hammocks +to see that all the young gentlemen are turned out.</p> + +<p>"Show a leg there, sir! Come along, come along +now, now, +now, bugle's +gone long +ago, sir," as +he finds +some sleepy +youth, not at +all willing to +show a leg. +"Make a +start, sir."</p> + +<p>Basins are +fitted up along +the deck +for them. +They need +not use the +basins in +their chests. +These must +be used at +sea when the +weather is +not rough +enough to dash the water out over the clothes.</p> + +<p>At five minutes past seven a warning bugle is +heard, to warn them that in ten minutes they must +be dressed and ready. Some are kneeling at their +chests, beginning the morning with prayer for +help to live as in God's sight all the day. Some +are hurrying on their clothes. Some are reading +the Bible, a few verses, as they have promised their +people at home never to omit to do.</p> + +<p>At a quarter past seven rings out another bugle-call.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i0017b.jpg" width="400" height="56" alt="Music to assembly" title="Music to assembly" /> +</div> + +<p>This means <i>assembly</i>, and the cadets all +troop down to the middle deck, where they form +in line, two deep, all along the deck; the port +watch in the fore part of the ship, and the starboard +watch farther aft. This division into two +parts, starboard watch and port watch, is to accustom +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144"></a>[Pg 144]</span> +them to the idea of the whole ship's company +being always divided into two watches.</p> + +<p>The cadet captains stand in front of the two +lines, the chief captains one at the end of each +watch. These are cadets chosen as "monitors" +to have charge of the others.</p> + +<p>The <i>silence</i> bugle sounds, though no one is +supposed to make a noise after the <i>assembly</i> has +sounded. The officer of the day comes along, a +lieutenant, whose duty it is to look after the cadets +that day. "<i>Open order! March</i>," is his order; +"<i>Rear rank, dress</i>," says the chief captain, and he +walks round the two lines, and sees that the cadets +are properly dressed. That white lanyard you see +round their neck is for holding their keys. A +sailor always has a knife at the end of such a lanyard.</p> + +<p>"<i>Close order! March</i>," and the officer of the day +marches them off to their various studies for the +morning. Let us go and see where they have +gone. Half of them, one watch, have gone down +into the large mess-room. They sit round the +room at the tables by the ship's side, and prepare +work for their naval instructors. In a little +while the servants will lay the middle tables for +breakfast, but they do not mind the noise.</p> + +<p>Up in the lecture-room, the chaplain has some +classes at a Bible lesson. Just outside the lecture-room +a sailor is teaching some of the boys at a +model of a ship. On the main-deck of the "other +ship," a sergeant is drilling some of the boys, and +on the place where all stood for the first muster +cadets are seated on forms, and are being taught +by a sailor the meaning of some sea expressions, +and what they are to do to avoid collisions at sea.</p> + +<p>So they are busy at work till at ten minutes past +eight a bugle goes for all to go down into the +mess-room, where they range themselves at their +places for breakfast.</p> + +<p>At a quarter past eight the chaplain comes +down to read prayers, the captain of the ship and +the officer of the day coming down too. Then +breakfast and letters, which are handed round to +the fortunate ones.</p> + +<p>There is plenty of talk at breakfast; but tea, +coffee, and cocoa, bread-and-butter, meat of some +sort, eggs, bacon, or fish and porridge, are very +welcome after the hour's work, with which the day +has begun.</p> + +<p>At a quarter to nine there is a bugle-call which +sends a pang to some hearts. <i>Defaulters'</i> bugle. +Those who have been reported during the previous +day are told to "fall in on the aft deck," and there +they stand in a line. The commander comes and +hears the report—investigates the case—asks what +the cadet has to say, and then awards some +punishment. We have seen one form of it. +Then there is extra drill and march out with a +corporal, or standing up after the others have +"turned in," or as we should say, gone to bed. +Poor fellows! it is a court of justice; and they +would do well to keep off the aft deck. If the +offence is serious, it is reported to the captain of +the ship, who is head of all. Perhaps the offender +is reduced to "second class for conduct," and has +to wear a piece of white tape on his arm, be kept +apart from all the others, and undergo all sorts of +drills and privations.</p> + +<p>At nine, the bugle sounds <i>assembly</i>—the principal +assembly of the day, "Cadets' Divisions" it is +called. All the officers are present. The cadets +are again inspected, and they are marched off to +their various studies for the morning. Mathematics +and navigation are learned with the naval +instructors. Then there are French and drawing, +English, seamanship, instruments and charts, +natural philosophy and many difficult things which +it is considered necessary for these little fellows to +master before they are fit to go to sea. If we visit +them in their class-rooms, we shall see very light +cheery rooms built on the upper deck, so that +they have light from above. There are eight pupils +only in each room, each having a separate table +with a drawer for books. The naval instructor is +teaching them, with the help of a blackboard, to do +some questions about ships sailing, or to solve +some problem made of lines and circles.</p> + +<p>The cadets are all taught how to find by the sun +and the compass where their ship is on the sea, +and how they ought to steer her to get from place +to place.</p> + +<p>In another class-room, we find a staff commander +teaching a class how to use the sextant, +which is the sailor's most useful instrument for +finding his place at sea, from sun and stars; or he +may be teaching them how to use a chart or to +draw a chart themselves.</p> + +<p>In the lecture-room a lecture is being given on +the steam-engine and the ways in which heat is +used. Behind the lecturer, in glass cases, are +many beautiful models for teaching the cadets all +about machines, light, heat, sound, magnetism, +and electricity, such as would make many boys +long to pull them about for a while, and see how +they work.</p> + +<p>We might go and learn how the sails are set and +furled from one of these fine models of ships, or +how anchors and cables are managed from another.</p> + +<p>In this little room, called the "Sick Bay," we +find some poor fellows who have to lie in bed. +One has caught a cold, and one has cut his foot +in bathing. Fortunately, the Sick Bay is most +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145"></a>[Pg 145]</span> +frequently empty, for the <i>Britannia</i> life is a very +healthy one.</p> + +<p>There are eight studies like the one where we +saw the naval instructor teaching navigation, +four in each ship. In the <i>Hindostan</i> we find +two Frenchmen teaching their classes how to +read and write French, and two drawing studies, +in one of which they are taught to draw models +with the aid of ruler and compasses. In the +other they are learning the use of paints and paint-brushes. +It is so useful for a young boy to be +able to make sketches in water colours of all the +pretty places he goes to; some of them are really +quite clever at it before they leave.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> +<img src="images/i045.jpg" width="550" height="548" alt="Illustration: 1. THE CADETS' BOAT-HOUSE AND BOATS; 2. THE BRITANNIA AND HINDOSTAN." title="Illustration: 1. THE CADETS' BOAT-HOUSE AND BOATS; 2. THE BRITANNIA AND HINDOSTAN." /> +<span class="smcap">1. the cadets' boat-house and boats; 2. the <i>britannia</i> and <i>hindostan</i>.</span> +(<i>See pp.</i> <a href="#Page_143">143</a>, <a href="#Page_146">146</a>.) +</div> + +<p>We hear a noise of marching about; the bell is +struck four times; ten o'clock. The French classes +are only an hour long, and boys are changing class-rooms.</p> + +<p>At five minutes to eleven there is a bugle-call, +followed by a hurry-scurry; the whole ship is alive +at once. There is an interval of a quarter of an +hour. Leap-frog in the open air on the upper deck; +running after one another till they get out of +breath; fun of all sorts immediately becomes the +order of the day, and certainly this quarter of an +hour is right well spent in throwing off the evil +effects of working too hard.</p> + +<p>It is too soon interrupted by the warning bugle. +And the whole ship sinks into silence as the cadets +go back to their studies; those who have been at +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146"></a>[Pg 146]</span> +seamanship or drawing going to the harder work of +mathematics.</p> + +<p>At one o'clock study is over for the morning, +and a good hard morning's work it has been for +the boys, since a quarter past seven, with a break +for breakfast, and an interval for play.</p> + +<p>On half-holidays, work is over at twelve, and we +shall soon see how they spend their half-holidays. +Bugle—"wash hands," and then the merry bugle +which means dinner.</p> + +<p>Before and after dinner, a blessing is asked by +the chief captain of cadets. When the cloth has +been removed and grace has been said, away they +rush for a short time of fun before study at two, and +they do a somewhat light class of work till half-past +three.</p> + +<p>This is the happy time of all the day, and so you +would think if you saw them.</p> + +<p>Before you would have thought they could be +all fairly out of their studies, you will see many of +them rushing down to the large boats, which are +waiting alongside. They are dressed in white +flannel trousers, which they are all obliged to put +on before going ashore. It is a fine sight to see +these boats, one on each side of the ship, filled full +of boys, all eager to get to their games.</p> + +<p>We must follow them ashore. But first, I must +tell you that in winter they go directly after dinner, +and stay ashore till four o'clock. They then have +their afternoon study from half past four till six.</p> + +<p>It is much better for the boys to have daylight +for their run ashore, instead of waiting till daylight +has all gone, and landing at half past three to find +it soon become dark.</p> + +<p>On Wednesday and Saturday, when there is +a half-holiday, they have dinner at twelve and +land directly after. And then they are free in +summer till a quarter to seven. What a royal time +most schoolboys would think this! No roll-call. +They are quite free to go as far as they like, for +there are no bounds, except the town.</p> + +<p>They are on their honour not to go into houses. +This, and their promise not to bathe at any but +the appointed time and place, are the only restrictions +put upon them.</p> + +<p>But we must hurry after them, or they will get the +start of us, and we shall lose them.</p> + +<p>We have not far to go before we catch them. A +bugle sounds, and a hundred and twenty forms +plunge from the bathing-stage and quay into the +water. The bright harbour is dotted with the +heads of swimmers. Some backward boys are +being taught to swim in a "swimming-tray," a +thing like a flat-bottomed barge, sunk with its +bottom about four feet below the surface. A +capital place it is for teaching youngsters to swim. +But all soon learn, and are free to join the others +in sporting about and cutting capers in the water. +A warning bugle of one note says "it will soon +be time to get out," and by the time the bugle sounds +fifteen minutes from the first, they must all get out +of the water.</p> + +<p>The gymnasium—the building in the top left-hand +corner of the picture on p. 145—is close by. +Here they must go through a series of exercises, +and they are obliged to attend till they can do +them. "Compulsory Gyms," is not a favourite, +so they like to get through and be free.</p> + +<p>Here are the "blue boats,"—boats which they +may have by themselves, gigs for four to pull, skiffs +for two or one. They may row about wherever they +like, and when the new boys first come, they are +very fond of going out in boats as often as they can. +They have to take turns with one another in using +them. There are six little sailing-cutters too, which +the elder cadets may take and sail by themselves. +Then, besides, there is a fine yacht, a schooner, +which they may sail on a holiday, when ten or +twelve wish to go.</p> + +<p>These young fellows have every sort of game. +We turn away from the water, and follow some +who are mounting a steep path. Here is the +racquet-court—four are playing racquets and four +playing fives.</p> + +<p>And climbing still higher up the hill, we get to +the cricket-field, a glorious sweep of grass with nets +for cricket and lawn tennis, as much as heart could +wish.</p> + +<p>In the summer, there is a match at cricket +between the <i>Britannia</i> eleven and some neighbours +every half-holiday, and the <i>Britannias</i> usually win, +though they play the best elevens round. Their +officers play with them.</p> + +<p>There is a flow of boys with paper bags from a +suspicious-looking little house in the corner of the +field. Ah! I thought as much. No schoolboy +can do without his sweetstuff, and here it is. +"Stodge" they call it, a horrible name, but very +true. I am sure much more sensible are those +who walk off to the neighbouring village of Stoke +Fleming, where they can get a nice tea from Mrs. +Fox from sixpence to a shilling.</p> + +<p>We well remember how shocked Mrs. Fox was +to come in and find the elder son of the Prince of +Wales chopping sticks in her kitchen; for these two +young princes six years ago spent a cadet's life of +two years, and lived with the others, and worked +and played exactly like the rest.</p> + +<p>The <i>Britannia</i> life, you will see, is a very free +and happy life. "Work while you work and play +while you play" is the motto, and there is plenty +of work and plenty of play for all who will have it.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147"></a>[Pg 147]</span> +In the afternoon of a half-holiday, when there is +a grand cricket-match, and the band plays, and +many ladies come to grace the field, there is not a +brighter sight in all the country side, for the field +stands in the prettiest place possible, with lovely +country, sea and hills, to be seen around.</p> + +<p>But it is time for all to go back—the longest +afternoons must end, and the letter B, a square flag +with a red middle, which is hoisted to recall them, +is already displayed on the <i>Britannia's</i> mast.</p> + +<p>A bell in the cricket-field says "play is over," +and down they go in twos and threes to find the +same big boats ready to take them back.</p> + +<p>It has been a fine afternoon, and the field and +sports have looked at their best. But if it had +rained hard, and when the cadets came out from +dinner, or from study, they had found the words +"No Landing!" hanging by the ship's clock, there +would have been no such fun. It is a long afternoon +when it rains, and they are tied to the ship.</p> + +<p>Tea at seven, or a quarter past—a merry meal +with all the stories of the day to tell. Sometimes +an accident—a boy has fallen down the cliff, or +been hit in the field—will throw a damp over all. +Sometimes they will be all alive with the discussion +of a piece of news—there is to be a war. In six +months some of them will be fighting. Sometimes an +adventure, an irate farmer has caught two in his +wheat, and has chased them and possessed himself of +a cap. They will see that cap next morning, and its +owner will be standing on the aft deck at 8.45 for +<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'judgment' without a period">judgment.</ins></p> + +<p>In the winter there is a pack of beagles, which +lead the cadets a fine chase over the country.</p> + +<p>"Oh! they are spoiled, these boys!" you will +say. But wait till you see them, in a year's time, +broiling under a tropical sun, cruising for weeks +in a boat after slavers, and living on a short +allowance of dry food and water. These young +fellows are welcome to a happy life while they can +get it.</p> + +<p>For tea they have cold meat, or something else +substantial. After tea, work for those who have +it to do, in two studies, which are kept quiet, or +in the mess-room.</p> + +<p>The band plays, and some cadets dance with one +another on the open middle deck.</p> + +<p>And at a quarter past nine, prayers are read in +the mess-room, and the bugle sounds "Turn in."</p> + +<p>And the ship is silent till the day begins again.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="Andys_Brave_Deed" id="Andys_Brave_Deed"></a>ANDY'S BRAVE DEED.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap050"><span class="dropcap">"A</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">rthur!</span> Arthur!" Kitty +called, as she ran down +the garden path.</p> + +<p>Her brother was lying +under the beech-trees at +the foot of the garden. +A copy-book lay on the +grass before him, in +which he was writing +with a pencil. Arthur +wrote poems, and histories, +and tragedies, which he and his companions +acted for the edification of their relations and +friends. At this moment he was composing a story +which he intended should be very thrilling. He +had only got as far as the two first sentences.</p> + +<p>"Charles was determined to have some adventures. +So he went into a wood and met a tiger."</p> + +<p>At this point he heard his sister calling to him.</p> + +<p>"What is it, Kitty? I wish you wouldn't interrupt +me just now. I'm very, very busy."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Arthur, I wish you would come and see a +little boy who's at the gate. He looks so hungry."</p> + +<p>Arthur rose somewhat slowly, and went to the +boy. Like all authors, he didn't much like being +called away in the full swing of literary production. +He proceeded to a little side gate which opened +on to the highway and the open fields beyond. +Here Arthur found a boy about a year younger +than himself, bareheaded and barefooted, without +a coat, and with a very worn and ragged shirt and +trousers. The little fellow looked both tired and +hungry, and his wearied look would have touched +harder hearts than those of Arthur and Kitty.</p> + +<p>"Are you hungry?" Arthur asked.</p> + +<p>"Yes, vera. I've no had onything sin' yesterday."</p> + +<p>"I'm sure he's telling the truth. You have only +to look at him," said Kitty, who now joined him.</p> + +<p>"Well, we might get him something to eat, anyhow. +You stay there, boy, till we come back."</p> + +<p>Arthur and Kitty went into the house together, +and presently returned with a very large slice of +bread, a piece of cheese to correspond, and a bit +of cold pudding, that would have alone satisfied +the appetites of two ordinary boys, even though extraordinarily +hungry. It was as much as the lad +could do to hold them all, and he thanked his young +benefactors more by looks than words.</p> + +<p>On the following morning, shortly after breakfast, +Arthur's mother said—</p> + +<p>"I should like you to take something for me to +Mrs. Stewart's to-day, Arthur. There are several +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148"></a>[Pg 148]</span> +things I should like to send her. I have a small +cheese and a pot of currant jelly that can go. +Then I want her to have one of those young +Dorking hens your father got the other day. I'll +give you a small basket for that."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Stewart was a very old friend of the family, +having been the nurse of Arthur and Kitty, and +of their mother before them.</p> + +<p>Arthur set out with his leather bag strapped +across his back, and the basket containing a little +Dorking hen in his hand. Presently he became +aware how hot it was getting, and when he reached +a small clump of trees near a hay-field he thought +he would sit down and rest a while. He had been +walking about an hour by this time. He thought +he never recollected such a warm day. Arthur +began to feel very sleepy. He rubbed his eyes to +keep himself awake, but his head nodded more +and more, and before he was well aware of it +he was fast asleep, lying huddled together on +the bank on which he had sat down.</p> + +<p>Arthur must have been asleep nearly an hour, +when he awoke with a sudden start. The sun +was high up in the heavens, and he judged it to be +nearly midday. He got upon his feet hurriedly and +caught up his basket. It felt lighter, he thought, +and hastily lifting the wicker +lid he found that it was +empty. The little Dorking +hen was gone!</p> + +<p>Astonishment was the first +feeling in Arthur's mind, +then perplexity and mortification. +What would his +mother think of his carelessness +and unbusinesslike +qualities. It seemed he +could not be trusted to +execute this simplest message. +What was he to do? +He searched all the ground +in the immediate neighbourhood +in the hope of discovering +the little hen hidden +behind some bush or clump +of ferns. But she was nowhere +to be seen, and he +was in sore perplexity and +chagrin.</p> + +<p>Then he picked up his +empty basket, and continued +on his way. There was nothing +for it but to take the +cheese and the pot of jelly +to Mrs. Stewart, explain +matters to her, and return +another day with another hen, if his mother so +decided, as it was probable she would. He walked +on with a pretty downcast heart.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i052.jpg" width="400" height="408" alt="Illustration: 'THE LITTLE FELLOW LOOKED BOTH TIRED AND HUNGRY'" title="Illustration: 'THE LITTLE FELLOW LOOKED BOTH TIRED AND HUNGRY'" /> +<span class="smcap">"the little fellow looked both tired and hungry" (<a href="#Andys_Brave_Deed"><i>p.</i>147</a>).</span> +</div> + +<p>He was now ascending a hill, and when he +reached the top an unexpected sight met his eyes. +A crowd of people were gathered in the plain +below. They made a large circle, and it was +evident that the attention of everybody forming the +circle was concentrated on what was going on +within it. Flags were flying, and the strains of a +military band floated up to Arthur, where he stood +on the top of the hill. On the outskirts of the crowd +a number of carriages and other vehicles were +standing, filled with ladies and gentlemen.</p> + +<p>Then Arthur recollected that this was the day of +the Highland gathering of the county. A dance +was going on as he approached, and four tall and +stalwart Highlanders in complete national costumes, +bonneted and kilted, were leaping and wheeling, +cracking their fingers and uttering shrill cries as +they danced with astonishing vigour and adroitness +on a raised wooden platform.</p> + +<p>But Arthur's attention had hardly been turned +upon the dancers when it was diverted in another +direction. What should he catch sight of, a good +deal to his astonishment, but his little Dorking +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149"></a>[Pg 149]</span> +hen stepping quietly about among the people, +unconcerned and unmoved by the stir and the +bustle, paying heed to nobody, and no one giving +heed to it.</p> + +<p>At the moment Arthur caught sight of his truant +hen, it was passing under a carriage, quietly pecking +among the grass and ferns in its march. +So he approached, and cautiously bent down on +his hands and knees to get at the hen. It was +almost within his grasp when a sharp report +rang through the air—a rifle-discharge, the signal +for a foot-race to begin. The next moment +he felt a heavy blow on his shoulder, which +knocked him flat upon his back. A mist rose up +before his eyes, in which the whole world around +him seemed to float for a moment; then he felt +himself being dragged suddenly and forcibly backward, +and then he knew no more.</p> + +<p>Arthur had gone off in a faint; but it only lasted +a few moments. When he came to himself, he +beheld a little crowd of people gathered round him, +and a man was bending down and bathing his +forehead with a wet handkerchief. Then he saw +another figure stretched on the ground at his side, +quite motionless and silent. It was the form of a +boy; the face was turned upwards, and to his +great astonishment Arthur found that it was the poor +lad to whom he and his sister had given the food +on the previous day.</p> + +<p>"I saw the whole thing. It was all over in a +twinkling," a gentleman was saying. "The boy was +bending under the carriage reaching forwards to +secure the bird. At that +moment the gun went off, +the horses started forward, +and the wheel came against +the boy, and knocked him +backward. Just then this +poor little fellow rushed +forward right among the +wheels of the carriage, +caught the boy, and dragged +him out, but not in time +to save himself. The wheel +passed over his leg, and I +am afraid it is badly hurt."</p> + +<p>By this time Arthur was +on his feet.</p> + +<p>"Oh! he is not dead, +Dr. Bruce, is he?" he asked +of the gentleman, who was +busy examining the boy, +and whom he knew quite +well as the doctor of the +district.</p> + +<p>"No, not so bad as that, +I hope; but a rather bad break, I am afraid. It +was a close shave for <i>you</i>, laddie. But for this +brave boy the carriage-wheel would have passed +right over you."</p> + +<p>"What are you going to do with the poor boy, +doctor? Do you know who he is, or anything +about him?" a lady asked, whom Arthur recognised +as Lady Elmslie.</p> + +<p>"No, I never saw him before. But we must get +him to Redloaning as quickly as possible, and have +him taken to some cottage."</p> + +<p>"See that he has everything that is necessary, +doctor; and send up to Inverweir, if you can't +get all you require in the village," Lady Elmslie +said. It was her horses that had started forward +at the discharge of the gun, and had been the +cause of the accident.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 450px;"> +<img src="images/i056.jpg" width="450" height="351" alt="Illustration: 'ARTHUR BEGAN TO FEEL VERY SLEEPY'" title="Illustration: 'ARTHUR BEGAN TO FEEL VERY SLEEPY'" /> +<span class="smcap">"arthur began to feel very sleepy" (<a href="#Page_148"><i>p.</i>148</a>).</span> +</div> + +<p>A man now stepped forward, and said, "Ye'll +just let me carry the laddie to the village, doctor. +I'll start the noo, and I'll carry him easier like than +any kind o' trap, ye ken."</p> + +<p>"A good idea, Stoddart. Lift him gently."</p> + +<p>"I'll do that. He's a bit hero, puir laddie; an' +we mauna let him dee for his brave deed."</p> + +<p>Stoddart lifted the still unconscious boy in his +strong arms like an infant, and starting off carried +him in the direction of Redloaning.</p> + +<p>"Take him to Mrs. Aikman's cottage, and I'll +be there as soon as you," the doctor said. In a +few minutes he mounted his horse and followed in +the same direction.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Arthur stood by hearing all that was +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150"></a>[Pg 150]</span> +said with anxious interest. Though not much hurt, +he was a good deal shaken, and was still trembling +from head to foot.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure you are not hurt too, Arthur +Dalrymple?" Lady Elmslie asked, looking into the +boy's white and startled face.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, I'm not hurt; but that poor boy, Lady +Elmslie, will he be all right again soon?"</p> + +<p>"I hope so. We will do all we can for him. +Don't you know anything about him, either? But +stop! Get up here beside me and I'll drive you +home; and you can tell me all you know about it."</p> + +<p>Arthur got into the carriage. He rapidly decided +that he would return home at once, and give up all +thoughts of going to Mrs. Stewart's to-day. On +the way home he told Lady Elmslie as briefly as +possible all he knew about the little boy who had +been the means of saving probably his life.</p> + +<p>Lady Elmslie set Arthur down at the garden +gate, but did not go with him into the house. Then +Arthur had to recount to his father, his mother, +and Kitty all the morning's adventures in detail, +which he did in a somewhat excited manner.</p> + +<p>"I shall walk over to Redloaning and see how +the poor boy is doing this evening," Mr. Dalrymple +said.</p> + +<p>Mr. Dalrymple, much to his relief, found that the +boy, his son's preserver, was progressing as favourably +as the case permitted. The poor boy was +manifestly suffering much pain, but he made no +complaint or murmur. He was able to tell his +simple story.</p> + +<p>On the previous day when he had first seen +Arthur and his sister, he had been on his way to +Redloaning from the neighbouring village of Westburn, +to see if he could get any kind of light employment +in the former place. His mother was dead, +and his father had lately enlisted in the army, +leaving his boy to his own fate and fortunes. He +had succeeded in obtaining a situation in Redloaning +as a message-boy, but the place would not be +vacant for a few days. So after passing a night in +the village he was returning next day to Westburn, +to remain there until he could enter upon his new +duties. He was attracted by the show and stir and +bravery of the games, and, like Arthur, lingered +a while to watch the gay on-goings.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> +<img src="images/i057.jpg" width="550" height="407" alt="Illustration: 'STODDART ... CARRIED HIM'" title="Illustration: 'STODDART ... CARRIED HIM'" /> +<span class="smcap">"stoddart ... carried him" (<a href="#Page_149"><i>p.</i>149</a>).</span> +</div> + +<p>There he saw his young benefactor of the previous +day before the latter saw him. The kindness +and generosity of Arthur and his sister were yet +fresh in his heart; the moment came when he saw +an opportunity of repaying those kind offices, and I +have tried to show you how he seized and used it.</p> + +<p>Andy received the tenderest nursing, and more +kindness and gentleness, probably, were compressed +into the weeks he lay in bed than had fallen to his +lot during the whole of his previous life.</p> + +<p>"Arthur," Kitty said, on the first day that her +brother and she saw Andy, "hasn't it all been +strange about Andy and you?" Then a funny +little smile came into her eyes, and she added, +"You see, Arthur, <i>Charles was determined to +have some adventures</i>, as you wrote; but it was you +who got them. By-the-bye, you never told us what +became of the little hen."</p> + +<p>"I can't tell you. I never saw it again. I don't +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151"></a>[Pg 151]</span> +think it was hurt by the carriage, and it may be +wandering about the hill-side still, and perhaps it +may wander back home again."</p> + +<p>Andy's progress towards complete recovery from +his hurt was slow and at times painful. But at last +he did get well and strong again. When he was +quite able for work, instead of taking the situation +at Redloaning, which had been long since filled up, +he went into Mrs. Dalrymple's service as assistant +to the gardeners at Fircroft, a post he was still +filling with much success and credit when I last +heard of him.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Robert Richardson</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="Little_Toilers_Of_The_Night" id="Little_Toilers_Of_The_Night"></a>LITTLE TOILERS OF THE NIGHT.</h2> + +<h4>II—THE FISHER-BOY.</h4> + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/i061.jpg" alt="B" width="180" height="322"/> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 190px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 165px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 130px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 110px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 90px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 90px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 70px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 70px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 70px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 70px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 70px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p> +<br /><br /><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">enny</span>, so here we are then," +said the sturdy-looking +sailor, as Ben, the "Reading-Boy," +went running +up to the railway station at +Liverpool Street, London, just +as the last shower of night +rain was blowing away over +the houses, and the sun was just peeping +out and giving the grey sky a tint +of salmon colour. "I'm glad as you've +got from this mornin' to Wednesday, Benny, +becos you see it's a pretty long v'yge from +here to Yarmouth, and I'm glad you're in +good time, Ben; an' I'm glad as your precious +mother has made you put a coat over your jacket. +5.15 the train goes, Ben."</p> + +<p>"What fun it is, eh, uncle! Only fancy my going +down to the sea! Why, I shouldn't want to come +back if it wasn't for mother."</p> + +<p>"Now don't you be a rollin' stone, Benny. It's +all very fine for fair weather sailors, to go and sit +about on the beach, and p'raps be rowed out a +little way, or take a trip when everything's smooth +below and aloft, but just you find yerself aboard +one of our smacks, in the North Sea, one night +when there's a stiff sea on, and the wind cuttin' +your hair off your head, and your hands stiff and +blue with haulin' on to the trawl-nets, and you'd +tell a different story. No, no, I don't <i>think</i> as +you're cut out for a fisher-boy, or leastways a +smack-boy, for that's what they call 'em."</p> + +<p>"A smack-boy! that's a queer name," said Ben, +laughing.</p> + +<p>"Ah, ain't it? and there's a double meanin' in it +too, for I can tell you the smack-men ain't very +slow for to give the youngsters a knock over the +head, or a smack of the face, or a rope's-endin'. +But as it's Yarmouth we're bound for, you will +soon see what our fisheries are really like; and +there, too, you'll find our men hard at it in tarpaulins +or canvas frocks, and wet through and +through perhaps, and not much time to get a drop +of hot coffee nor a bit to eat. Think of that, Benny."</p> + +<p>Ben looked serious when he heard this, and it +was not till they had taken their seats in the railway-carriage, +and were rattling along far beyond +the houses and amidst the trees and fields of the +country that he began to talk again.</p> + +</div> + +<p>"Don't the boys that go fishing like their business?" +he asked.</p> + +<p>"Well, you see," said his uncle, "they've <i>got</i> to +like it, because when they're once in it they can't +well turn to anything else. It's a rough, hard life, +especially for the young 'uns, Benny. Not so hard +as it used to be, though. I can remember when I +was a younker we used to go fishing for cod off the +Dogger Bank, which is a great ridge of hills at the +bottom of the sea, not far from the coast of Holland. +We'd be out for a good while, and not have much +to eat except cod b'iled or cod fried in a pan; and +if there was much sea on, and the wind blowin' a +gale, it was a hard matter to cook it at all. +Now the cutters bring us some of our meat and +vegetables and soft bread; but still the boys have a +hard time.</p> + +<p>"If it's the herring-boys, they have to watch the +floats—the big, round things that you'll see at the +edge of the nets, Ben—to keep them near the top of +the water; and whether it's drift-nets or trawling-nets, +they must take their share of hauling in and of +playing out, night or day. More than that, too: +any sort of work is boy's work, whether it's to swab +the decks or to take a turn at frying fish in the +cooking-galley, or paying a boat with tar, or helping +to take a boat-load of fish off to the cutter in bad +weather, when the waves tosses so that the fish, +being loose, may slide, so that one side of the boat +may heel over, and before you know where you are +you're capsized and struggling in the dark, cold sea, +with a singing in your ears, and the faint cries of +your mates just as bad off as you are."</p> + +<p>"But, of course, it isn't always so bad," said Ben.</p> + +<p>"Well, no; and there's times when we've no call +to grumble. Such weather as this, when there's +green sea and blue sky, and bright sun overhead +and clear moonlight nights, with fresh and light +breezes to take the sail. Nothing could seem more +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152"></a>[Pg 152]</span> +pleasant than the life of a fisherman if it was always +like that; but then, this isn't exactly fishing weather, +Ben, and however fine it may be the boys haven't +any idle time of it.</p> + +<p>"There's always ropes to splice, or sails or nets +to mend, or something to clean or to scrape, or to +pay down with tar; and if there's any good in going +out at all the nets must be looked to and lowered +and hauled in. Even on Sundays there's things to +be attended to by the lads, and though I don't say +as 'ow boys is made to do useless work, yet, when +they're there on that day, they toil pretty hard for +little 'uns.</p> + +<p>"And now, Ben, if you don't object, I'm going to +smoke a bit o' bacca, and then you can rest your +tongue a bit, if you like."</p> + +<p>But Ben had a hundred more questions to ask +about the fishing-boats, or "smacks," as they are +called, and how many of them there were, and how +many fish they caught at a time; and his uncle, who +settled comfortably down and lighted his pipe, told +him a great deal about them.</p> + +<p>And Ben was surprised to hear that there are +many thousands of men and boys who go out to +catch the millions and millions of all sorts of fish +that are sent to the markets in the large towns of +England by railway nearly every day. He had +been to Billingsgate Market in Thames Street, and +to the new fish-market in Smithfield, and had seen +the great piles of cod-fish, and skates, and soles, +and plaice, and the boxes and baskets of white +fresh herrings, and the beautiful shining mackerel, +but he did not know how great was the number of +herrings, and pilchards, and cod-fish that were also +salted and put in barrels to be sent from England to +foreign countries. He knew what bloaters were, of +course, and had heard that they were herrings just a +little salted and smoked over burning wood, but how +was he to know that at Yarmouth there was a great +fleet of herring-boats, and that in the cold November +weather they went far out to sea in the mist and +rain, and were night after night hauling in the great +nets full of glistening silver fish?</p> + +<p>His uncle was the owner of two smacks, but he +did not go herring-fishing. He was what is called +a trawler, and he and his men and boys used a +different sort of net. The herring-nets are called +drift-nets, and catch the fish that swim in shoals, +which means a large number together, near the +surface of the sea; but the trawl-nets are shaped +like a long purse or bag open at the mouth. These +nets go to the bottom of the sea, and in them are +caught cod, whiting, soles, and other fish that lie at +the bottom, and swim deep down in the water.</p> + +<p>When Ben's uncle was a smack-boy the trawlers, +after they had caught as many fish as they could +carry in a deep well in their boat, used to sail away +as fast as they could to Billingsgate Market, or to +some place where people would buy their fish and +send it by railway to London; but now the old +fisherman said they had much bigger vessels, and +would stay out sometimes for four or five weeks +tossing about in the North Sea, or, as it is sometimes +called, the German Ocean, and dragging the +great trawl-nets night and day.</p> + +<p>"Not much time to play, Ben, my boy," said the +bluff old fellow. "Sometimes not too much to eat +either, except fish and biscuit, and not much room +to sleep in when you turn in to your hard wooden +bunk and pull a rough blanket over you to keep out +the cold."</p> + +<p>"But you don't keep the fish long on board, do +you, uncle?" asked Ben.</p> + +<p>"No, no, my lad. A fast-sailing boat that we +call a cutter comes and goes from shore to the +fleet of trawlers, and takes the fish off; backwards +and forwards it goes, and away goes the fish +directly it's sold—up to London, or elsewhere, +where there's millions of mouths waiting for it. +Ah! I well remember when the smack-boys, +or the fisher-boys, would have to help to take the +fish off in a boat to the cutter on a dark night, +and many a time the poor fellows would get +capsized, and afterwards go down in that cold North +Sea. Hard work, my lad, hard fare; and in danger +half the time. Things are better now, perhaps; +but we're out longer a good deal, and there's a big +fleet that belongs to a company that keeps the +men and the boys out for weeks at a time, and +fetches all that they catch, so that by the time they +get ashore the poor fellows are pretty near worn out. +Of course the cutter takes out food for 'em, but it +can't take 'em out warmth and dry clothes, and +snug beds, and every year there is some of the +vessels lost, and perhaps all on board lost too."</p> + +<p>"Well," says Ben, looking very solemn; "there's +some that get lost on land too. They fall ill or get +a bad cough, or have some sort of accident with +machinery or something, you know, uncle; but +we're obliged to work all the same."</p> + +<p>"Well said, my boy Ben," said the fisherman. +"The thing is to do our duty, whatever it may be, +and to pray that we may be made able to do it. +Some of our smack-boys go to school when they're +at home, and there's a mission-room where they go +to hear and to read the Bible, and have teas and +singing, and various treats, and some fun too sometimes. +Yes, things are better than they used to be +in my young days."</p> + +<p>It was a long journey to Yarmouth, but Ben +greatly enjoyed it, and when he and his uncle got +there they went at once to have a look at the sea.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153"></a>[Pg 153]</span> +Such a great broad expanse of soft yellowish +sandy beach, where the great waves came rolling +in! such a long pier where people were fishing +with hooks and lines, and sometimes catching a +codling or a whiting! "I'll go and have a try at +that by-and by," said Ben; "but what are those +great wooden towers that look like a sort of big +puzzle stuck up on end?"</p> + +<p>"They're the look-out towers, Ben. Now, do +you see that cutter over yonder, coming into shore +with its big sail like a sea-bird's wing? Keep your +eye on it for a minute, and then look at the top of +that tower, and you'll see that there are men there +that have got their eyes and their telescopes on +it too. Now do you see these carts coming along, +and do you see those black barges floating ready +to pull out when the cutter comes near in shore? +The cutter will unload a rare lot of fish. The men +on the look-out tower saw her coming, and +signalled to the barges and the carts to be ready. +That shipload of fish will be off by a special train +to-night, Ben; and if you were in London you +might, if you could afford it, have some of it."</p> + +<p>"But where's the herrings—the Yarmouth +bloaters, you know?" asked Ben.</p> + +<p>"Ah, well! this isn't the time to see so much of +them. It's in the winter you see the herring-smacks +come in at the herring-wharf over +yonder, and hundreds of baskets full of the shining +fellows brought ashore and sold, and sent off fresh +in no time; while others are kept here to turn +into bloaters, or red herrings, or kippers. Those +sheds in the yard over there are where hundreds +of women and girls set to work to salt or pack +the herrings in barrels; the bloaters are what we +call cured in the herring-office."</p> + +<p>"That's a funny name," said Ben.</p> + +<p>"Yes; and it's funny what goes on there. The +herrings are brought ashore, are shot out of the +baskets on to the stone floor, shovelled into big +tubs to be washed, and then threaded through the +gills on to long laths of wood. Then these laths +with the rows of herrings strung on 'em are +hung in frames from wall to wall of a top room, +like a barn with a stone floor, and a hole in the +roof. When that room's full of herrings all +hanging in rows—thousands and thousands o' +fish—a fire of oak chips and logs is lighted on +the floor, and the smoke going all among the +herrings, and only by degrees getting out of the +hole in the roof, the fish are smoked; and them +that's salted first is red herrings, and them that's +only just touched dry with the smoke like are bloaters.</p> + +<p>"So now we'll get down to our lodging, and have +some supper, Ben; and so to bed, that we may be +up early in the morning; but don't you dream about +being a smack-boy, or you won't sleep at all sound, +I can tell you."</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Thomas Archer</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="block width650"> + +<h2><a name="Their_Wonderful_Ride" id="Their_Wonderful_Ride"></a>THEIR WONDERFUL RIDE.</h2> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/i067.jpg" width="400" height="432" alt="Illustration: 'TWO LITTLE FOLK WERE RIDING.'" title="Illustration: 'TWO LITTLE FOLK WERE RIDING.'" /> +<span class="smcap">"two little folk were riding."</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">s</span> I passed down the pathway<br /> +<span class="two">I heard a merry pair<br /></span> +Shout from behind the garden wall,<br /> +<span class="two">"Let's ride the old brown mare."<br /></span> +<br /> +With whip and voice I heard them<br /> +<span class="two">Urge on the maddened steed,<br /></span> +Whilst to my frantic warnings<br /> +<span class="two">They paid no single heed.<br /></span> +<br /> +Then quickly down the garden, +<span class="two">Trembling with fear and fright,<br /></span> +And bursting open wide the door<br /> +<span class="two">I saw this curious sight:—<br /></span> +<br /> +Upon a wooden railing<br /> +<span class="two">That ran down from the wall,<br /></span> +Two little folk were riding,<br /> +<span class="two">Quite safe from fear or fall.<br /></span> +<br /> +"Why, auntie, what's the matter?"<br /> +<span class="two">Shouted the merry pair;<br /></span> +"You cannot think what fun it is<br /> +<span class="two">To ride the old brown mare!"<br /></span> +</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154"></a>[Pg 154]</span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Sunday_Afternoons" id="Our_Sunday_Afternoons"></a>OUR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h2> + +<h4>NEBUCHADNEZZAR'S DREAM OF THE HUGE TREE.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap069"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><span class="smcap">mighty</span> king lay stretched +upon a magnificent +bed of gold. His head +rested upon pillows of +crimson satin, beautifully +embroidered with gold, +and studded with golden +spangles and precious +stones. Over him was +a coverlet of crimson +satin, also adorned with gold: and everything in +his chamber was in keeping with the richness of +his couch.</p> + +<p>Costliest delicacies and oldest wines had weighed +down his supper-table, round which had sat some +of earth's grandest and most powerful lords. He +had been lulled to sleep with soft strains of +sweetest music. Ever-watchful attendants stood +by him, as he slept, and cooled his brow with +gentle breezes stirred up to life by fairy fans. +His last thoughts had been of his vast wealth, his +uninterrupted prosperity, and his great power. He +was king of kings, and the whole world trembled +at his feet. He had attained to the highest +pinnacle of glory. Earth had yielded to him its +most costly treasures, and had nothing more that +she could give. Men had profusely showered upon +him their highest flatteries, and addressed him in +humblest language.</p> + +<p>Yet his sleep was troubled. His brow grew dark, +and the colour deepened upon his cheeks. He +breathed heavily and moved nervously on his +luxurious bed, which, grand as it was, could not +give him rest. Hundreds of years afterwards it +was said of the bruised and bleeding martyr +Stephen, that he sank peacefully to rest amid a +shower of stones, and the yells and hoots of +bitterest enemies; for in all circumstances He can +give "His beloved sleep." But this flattered son +of pomp and splendour, this mighty king, upon +whose very breath seemed to hang the fate of +nations, tossed restlessly upon his bed of gold and +purple. No, he knew nothing of that joy and +peace that pass all understanding, which the world +can neither give nor take away, and which has +converted many a fiery furnace into a shadow from +the heat.</p> + +<p>Over those who love Him God watches in the +night, and holds sweetest communion with them, +as through the long dark hours they lie upon their +beds; but to the wicked He sends no thought of +comfort or consolation. He does not soothe them to +rest with the remembrance of His loving care. +And often He troubles them with dark thoughts +and unwelcome dreams, that banish true repose.</p> + +<p>So this wicked king, Nebuchadnezzar, who lived +for himself, and not for God, who enriched himself +at the expense of others, who closed his ears +to the cry of the fatherless and the widows, and +who passed by judgment and justice and mercy, +was perplexed with a mysterious dream.</p> + +<p>He saw, growing in the middle of the earth, a +mighty tree, which reared its lofty head to the skies, +and, on every side, sent out boughs to the ends +of the world. Large bright green leaves thickly +covered its branches, from which hung, in unheard-of +abundance, great clusters of fruit. The beasts +of the field found under it a grateful shadow from +the heat of the burning sun. The fowls of the air +came and built their nests in its leafy branches, +and there laid their eggs, and reared their young, +and joyously sang out their gladness. All was +bright and beautiful; and the sleeping king, as he +gazed wonderingly at the giant tree, admired its +grandeur and its greatness.</p> + +<p>To what length of days, he thought, might this +majestic tree not attain! and how would the earth +be able to hold it if it should go on increasing in +size?</p> + +<p>But suddenly there was a fluttering in the air; +and down from the bright heavens came "a +watcher and an holy one," who was terrible in his +strength, and whose face shone like the sun. +Judgment, and not mercy, was written upon his +forehead. And oh, his voice! How dreadful it +sounded to the startled king, who would gladly +have closed his ears to it.</p> + +<p>"Hew down the tree," the Angel cried, with a +voice of thunder, his eyes, which were like balls of +fire, flashing with righteous indignation. "Hew +down the tree, and cut off his branches; shake off +his leaves, and scatter his fruit. Warn the beasts +to get from under it, lest they be crushed with its +weight. And bid the little birds leave its branches. +But do not destroy the tree. Leave the stump of +his roots in the earth. Let it be wet with the dew of +heaven; and let his portion be with the beasts in +the grass of the earth. Let his heart be changed +from man's, and let a beast's heart be given unto +him; and let seven times pass over him."</p> + +<p>What a strange dream for a king to have! And +how troubled his countenance was when he rose +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155"></a>[Pg 155]</span> +from his bed! His eyes moved restlessly from one +object to another, telling of a mind ill at ease. His +limbs shook; and he seemed many years older +than on the previous day. His grandly-arrayed +lords came round him as before, with pleasant +smiles and flattering speeches. But he could heed +none of them. Whatever he did, he could not +give his mind to affairs of state. Try to control +them as he would, his thoughts would wander back +to the towering majestic tree, to its great thick +trunk, its leafy branches, its rich profusion of delicious +fruit affording sustenance to all the world, +and to that bright but awful being who had come +from heaven and pronounced over the tree that +dread sentence.</p> + +<p>What if the tree should mean himself? Who in +all the wide world but himself could be compared +to it for strength and majesty? Who but himself +had attained to such power and magnificence? +And oh! what if all should be taken away from +him? What if the widely-spreading tree should +indeed be cut down, its glory and its beauty and +its strength alike gone?</p> + +<p>How he wished he knew the meaning of his +dream! And how anxiously he consulted the +wise men who were summoned to his presence! +Magicians, astrologers, Chaldæans, and soothsayers, +all the wise men of Babylon came to his palace +to hear his dream, and to try to tell the meaning +of it.</p> + +<p>But the effort was in vain. The dream was +from heaven, and not all the vaunted wisdom of +this world could interpret it. The meaning of it +could only be told by one inspired by the Spirit of +God who had sent it.</p> + +<p>Then Daniel, the Jewish captive, to whom +Nebuchadnezzar had given the name of Belteshazzar, +or <i>a layer up of things in secret</i>, was +brought. Not long before he had not only +told the king the meaning of a most mysterious +dream that he had had, but he had also recalled +the dream itself, which Nebuchadnezzar had +forgotten. And as an interpreter of dreams and the +wisest of mortals, his fame had spread far and wide; +and Nebuchadnezzar could see that the Jewish +prophet had a wisdom far surpassing that of his +wisest and most skilled magicians.</p> + +<p>So the strange dream of the mighty tree cut +down was told to the Jewish captive, and the +usually calm face of the prophet grew dark and +troubled as that of the king.</p> + +<p>"Do not be distressed by the dream or its interpretation, +Belteshazzar," Nebuchadnezzar said +in his gentlest tones; for he saw that the dream +meant something bad, and that Daniel did not +like to tell him. "Show me the interpretation."</p> + +<p>"My lord," the Jewish prophet replied sadly, +"it is a dream that will please only your enemies; +and all those who hate you will rejoice at it." And +then he went on to explain to the king that the +great tree that he had seen towering towards +heaven, and spreading itself over the whole earth, +with its fresh green leaves and abundance of fruit, +with its thousands of beasts taking refuge under +its spreading branches, and its myriads of feathered +songsters nestling amongst them, was himself. "It +is thou, O king," he said; "for thy greatness is +grown, and reacheth unto the heavens, and thy +dominion to the end of the earth."</p> + +<p>By the coming down of the holy watcher, and +his commanding the tree to be despoiled of its +glory, and hewn down, Daniel showed the king +was meant his own humiliation. He should be +driven from the abodes of men, his dwelling +should be with the beasts of the field; he should +eat grass like an ox, and his body should be wet +with the dew of heaven.</p> + +<p>But he was not to be for ever removed from his +place. The malady was to continue only for seven +years; for as the stump of the tree was left in the +earth, so that it might some day put forth its +branches again, and once more abound in foliage +and fruit, so his terrible affliction should only last +until he should acknowledge that it was not by +the strength of his own arm, but by the power of +God that he had been raised to so great a height +of glory; that the kingdoms of the earth belong +to God, and that He raises up whom He will to +govern them.</p> + +<p>"Oh, learn this lesson in time, mighty king," +Daniel pleaded; "that supreme power belongs +alone to the living God. Humble thyself before +Him. Put away every iniquity; and begin +to show mercy to the poor and the defenceless, +who have hitherto cried to thee in vain. For it is +in mercy that God has sent thee the dream, to +show thee how thine heart has been lifted up, and +to give thee an opportunity of averting the punishment +by timely and sincere repentance."</p> + +<p>Oh, if Nebuchadnezzar had but heeded the +warning dream! If he had but taken his kingdom +and his glory, his riches and his honour, and +laid them all at the footstool of the great King +in Heaven, acknowledging that they were all +from Him, and must be held and used for Him; +what great trouble he might have saved himself, +and all those who looked up to him! How soon, +by humbling himself, and how effectually he might +have turned aside the threatened judgment! How +the great and compassionate God above would have +rejoiced to show mercy! And how the holy +angels would have sung for joy over the repentant +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156"></a>[Pg 156]</span> +king, and the blotting out of his great sin, and +the withholding of judgment, and the showing of +mercy!</p> + +<p>But the dream was unheeded. The warning was +lost.</p> + +<p>The great and mighty king having conquered +all his enemies round about, and extended his +power to the utmost limits, devoted his attention +to the improving and embellishing of his capital. +And as he saw Babylon increasing in glory and +beauty, his heart became still more lifted up. He +had done it all himself, he thought. He was so +great, and so wise, and so glorious a king, that he +had no need of divine aid. Such a thing as being +in any way dependent upon a higher power never +entered his mind, and by very severe means he had +to be taught the needful lesson that might have +been learned from the dream that had in mercy +been sent to warn him.</p> + +<p>While surveying the glorious city from the roof +of his palace, and congratulating himself upon the +dignity to which he had attained, a voice, like +that which he had heard in his dream, fell from +heaven, telling him that his kingdom was taken +from him, and that he should meet the fate of +which he had been forewarned by the cutting +down of the huge tree.</p> + +<p>And so it was.</p> + +<p>That same hour, the terrible malady predicted +by Daniel came upon him. He lost his reason, +and became as a wild beast. His costly crown +of gold and pearls and diamonds was taken from +him, and he was driven from his throne. For +seven years he lived with the beasts of the +field, stooping down to the earth and eating grass +like an ox, and drinking with his mouth of the +flowing streams. The rude winds blew upon him, +ruffling the hair that had been so carefully kept, +and the scorching sun tanned his face, once so expressive +of majesty. The hairs of his neglected +beard became like eagles' feathers; and his uncut +nails grew like birds' claws. He noted no difference +between the changing seasons; and when the sun +sank in the west, he lay down to sleep upon the +hard ground, like the beasts, his companions, and +his body was wet with the falling dew.</p> + +<p>At the end of seven years another opportunity of +repentance was offered to him, and after so severe +a lesson he gladly accepted it. His reason returned, +and instead of taking glory to himself, he +ascribed it to God, acknowledging that He rules +above all.</p> + +<p>So the dreadful affliction was removed, his +kingdom was restored to him; and his glory +and honour and majesty were greater even than +before.</p> + +<p>As he once more lifted up his head amongst his +nobles, he said humbly, "The great God of heaven +is King; and those who walk in pride He is able +to abase."</p> + +<p class="right smcap">H. D.</p> + +<h4>BIBLE EXERCISES FOR SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.</h4> + +<p>25. How many times is the Lord's Prayer recorded?</p> + +<p>26. Where are we told that departure from evil is +understanding?</p> + +<p>27. From what words is it supposed that St. Paul, like +Elijah, visited Mount Sinai, there to hold communion +with God, before entering upon his apostolic work?</p> + +<p>28. Where are we told that he who rules his own +spirit is better than he who takes a city?</p> + +<p>29. Where is the Eastern custom of gathering the tears +of mourners in tear-bottles alluded to in the Psalms?</p> + +<p>30. Where is it said of the departed that they have +"fallen asleep"?</p> + +<p>31. How is the passing away of the Old Testament +saints spoken of?</p> + +<p>32. Which of the Evangelists tell us of Christ's offering +three successive prayers in Gethsemane, on the night of +His agony, and of His three times finding the disciples +sleeping?</p> + +<p>33. Where, in the New Testament, is David called +"David the King"?</p> + +<p>34. How many days elapsed after Noah's entering into +the ark before the flood came? And who shut the door?</p> + +<p>35. How many armour-bearers had Joab?</p> + +<p>36. What was done with the sword of Goliath?</p> + +<h4>ANSWERS TO BIBLE EXERCISES (13-24. See p. 84).</h4> + +<p>13. St. Matt. xii. 49, 50; St. Mark iii. 33-35; St. +Luke viii. 21.</p> + +<p>14. In Prov. xvii. 17.</p> + +<p>15. In Neh. ix. 17; Ps. ciii. 8, cxlv. 8; Joel ii. 13; +Jonah iv. 2; Nah. i. 3.</p> + +<p>16. From St. Luke xi. 1.</p> + +<p>17. In Prov. xv. 18, xxvi. 21, xxix. 22.</p> + +<p>18. In Prov. xvi. 32.</p> + +<p>19. In St. Luke iii. 38.</p> + +<p>20. From St. Matt. i. 5, 6.</p> + +<p>21. In Gen. ix. 13.</p> + +<p>22. In Rev. iv. 3, x. 1.</p> + +<p>23. The names of the women are Mary Magdalene, +Mary, the mother of James and Joses, the mother of +Zebedee's children, Joanna, the wife of Chuza (Herod's +steward), and Susanna. (St. Matt. xxvii. 55, 56; St. +Luke viii. 2, 3.)</p> + +<p>24. In Ps. cxxi. 4.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157"></a>[Pg 157]</span></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Watercarriers_Of_The_World" id="The_Watercarriers_Of_The_World"></a>THE WATER-CARRIERS OF THE WORLD.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap078"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><span class="smcap">n</span> +the hotter countries of the world, in which +water is the very mainstay of life, a number +of persons drive a considerable trade in the +sale of that liquid. Most of us know what a trouble +it is to get water +during a severe +winter when the +pipes are all frozen. +Suppose such a +state of things to +be usual the whole +year round, and you +will perhaps understand +the difficulties +of families in some +tropical lands with +regard to what is to +them—in a sense +almost more than +it is to us—a necessary +of existence. +Thus it is that the +water-carrier is so +important a personage +in these +warm climes. His +figure is as common +in the streets as our +milkman, though +he is generally a +very much more +picturesque-looking +individual.</p> + +<p>In the illustration +on this page we +have grouped together +portraits of +the water-carriers of +different countries, +and it will be seen +that, in respect of +their quaint attire +and the curious +vessels in which the +water is carried, +there is no reason for surprise that they have +engaged the brush of many painters.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 338px;"> +<img src="images/i077.jpg" width="338" height="550" alt="THE WATER-CARRIERS OF THE WORLD" title="THE WATER-CARRIERS OF THE WORLD" /> +<span class="smcap">the water-carriers of the world</span> +</div> + +<p>No. 1 represents a water-carrier of one of the +provincial towns of France. With his cocked hat +and queer staff, and his water-skin strapped like a +knapsack on his back, he reminds one not a little +of an old soldier. His next door neighbour's +nationality is a good deal more obvious. Whose +can that jaunty, lazy air be but that of the gay, +ease-loving water-carrier of Madrid? With earthenware +pail hanging from each arm, turban on head, +bright-coloured waistband, and cigarette in mouth, +you can tell at a +glance that he belongs +to a sunny +country where leisure +and pleasure +go hand in hand. +In No. 3 we find +the representation +of the Peruvian +water-carrier. He +does such good +business that he +can afford to keep +a donkey to carry +the water, which is +contained in a big +leather sack that +lies like a bolster +across the animal's +back. I am afraid +he is not so mindful +of Neddy as he +ought to be, and +that some of our +own costermongers +could teach him a +lesson or two in the +humane treatment +of his patient beast +of burden. Leaving +Peru and South +America, and travelling +to the +northern continent, +we are introduced +in No. 4 to a water-carrier +of Mexico. +Notice how he +carries the water +in two odd-shaped +vessels suspended +from his head by means of a broad band. In No. 5 +will be observed an Egyptian fellah woman carrying +a jar of water on her head. Compared with her, the +Norwegian peasant in No. 6 looks prosaic and +businesslike. The last two are not sellers of water, +but are merely taking home a supply for their own +households. How fortunate those towns are where +the water is conveyed by pipes from house to house!</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158"></a>[Pg 158]</span></p> + +<h2><a name="Buried_Alive" id="Buried_Alive"></a>BURIED ALIVE;</h2> + +<h4>OR, LOVE NEVER LOST ON A DOG.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap081"><span class="dropcap">"H</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">eigho!"</span> sighed Thusnelda, as +she lay on the straw not far +from the spot where her three +beautiful puppies were curled +up in a heap. "Heigho!" +she sighed, "I do hope dear +master will not deprive me of +any more of my darlings. Let +me see now, there were ten of +them originally. Yes, ten, for +I counted them over and over +again fifty times a day, and +now there are only three. +Heigho!" Here she glanced round +towards these sleeping beauties in the straw, and +her lovely eyes were brimming over with motherly +affection and intelligence.</p> + +<p>"To be sure," she added, "master has kept the +three prettiest, that is some consolation, and the +others have all gone to good homes, where I doubt +not their virtue will be duly appreciated, though I +shall never, never see them more."</p> + +<p>Thusnelda was a dog of German birth and extraction. +In truth, she was a Dachshund, and a +high-bred one too, and both in this country and in +Berlin she had taken many honours at dog +shows.</p> + +<p>Some might not have thought Thusnelda's +body shapely. She was long and low, with a red +jacket as smooth and soft as satin; so low in +stature was she, that her chest almost touched the +ground, and her fore legs were turned in at the +ankle, and out at the feet—the latter indeed were +almost out of all proportion, so big and flat were +they; but no one could help admiring Thusnelda's +splendid head, her broad intelligent skull, and her +long silky ears and gazelle-like eyes. If ever eyes +in this world were made to speak love and affection +and all things unutterable, those eyes were +Thusnelda's.</p> + +<p>She got up at last and went and stood over her +darlings. She gazed at them long and fondly, +wondering and thinking what future they had before +them. She held her head so low as she did so, +that her splendid ears trailed and touched them. +They moved in their sleep, they kicked and gave +vent to a series of little ventriloquistic barks as +puppies have a habit of doing; then the mother +licked them fondly with her soft tongue, and therefore +one awoke. It was Vogel. The names of the +other two were Zimmerman and Zadkiel. As soon +as Vogel awoke she gave a joyful wee bark of +recognition, which aroused both her tiny brothers, +and the whole three rushed at once to their good +mother.</p> + +<p>"Ah, my dears," she said; "you are very fond +of me at present, I dare say, but you will get to be +different as you grow older, I expect. However, +I must make the most of you while you are young. +Why, let's see, you will be six weeks old tomorrow, +and you can lap every bit as well as I +can. Yes, and it's quite a treat to see you +lapping, and master thinks so too."</p> + +<p>"Master" did.</p> + +<p>"Master" was very fond of dogs, and he doted +on good ones. He used to come and admire these +three puppies by the hour. The milk he gave them +was of the freshest and creamiest, and he even +thickened it with a little boiled flour. Whenever +Vogel and Zimmerman and Zadkiel saw him +coming with the milk-pan they expressed their +joy by saucy little barks and yelps, and made a +headlong but awkward rush towards him, and +when he put down the pan they weren't content +to simply put their heads over the side and lap. +No, they must have their fore feet in as well, +although their mother often told them it was only +little piggies that fed in that fashion. But Vogel +was worse even than Zimmerman or Zadkiel, +because she used to insist upon getting in the dish +bodily. Only Vogel was master's favourite, and he +used to take her kindly out of the dish again and +place her by the side of it, and try to show her how +to lap like a lady.</p> + +<p>Vogel was the prettiest, Zimmerman the biggest +and sauciest, and Zadkiel by far the wisest of +the trio.</p> + +<p>In the picture with which our artist has +presented us, Vogel is standing in the centre, +Zimmerman is lying on the left, while the far-seeing, +deep-thinking Zadkiel is sitting on the +right.</p> + +<p>An impudent sparrow has just alighted on the +puppies' pan, and is coolly helping himself to what +has been left from breakfast.</p> + +<p>"Delicious!" the sparrow is saying. "I'm the +king of all the birds in the creation. Everybody +admires me, I build in the choicest apple-trees, and +feed on the daintiest food. Farmers cut down +their hay that I may make my nest, farmers' wives +kill the fowls that I may find feathers to line it, and +even the cows cast their coats to aid in the same +good work. Why, you little puppies, don't <i>you</i> admire +me also, you ridiculous-looking fluffy things?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159"></a>[Pg 159]</span> +"I admire your profound impudence," Zimmerman +is saying.</p> + +<p>"I am astonished at your daring audacity," Vogel +is remarking.</p> + +<p>But Zadkiel is thinking. "I dare say," he says +at last, "that even such a wretched mite of a bird +as you must have been meant for some good purpose. +To pick up the grubs and the green flies perhaps."</p> + +<p>"Absurd," cries the sparrow, and off he flies in +disgust.</p> + +<p>Then the pups forget all about it, and begin to +lick each other's noses and toes—I was nearly +saying <i>toeses</i>—in the funniest way imaginable. +After that they go in for one of the most terrible +sham fights that has ever been fought.</p> + +<p>"You'll be a badger, Zadkiel," cries Vogel, "and +Zimmerman and I will worry you to death."</p> + +<p>So at it they go pell-mell. Zadkiel is hemmed +up in a corner of the cart-shed, and his brother +and sister make pretence, to tear him limb from +limb. Zadkiel defends himself gallantly, but has +to succumb at last, for he is fairly rolled on his +back, and in a few minutes is, figuratively speaking, +turned inside out. Then they espy the good-natured +admiring face of their mother, peering at +them over the corner of the straw, and at her they +all rush. They make believe that she is a fox, and +her life is accordingly not worth an hours' purchase.</p> + +<p>"Ha! ha! ha!" laughs some one not two yards +away, and looking up they espy "master," who +all unknown to them has been enjoying the fun for +the last half-hour.</p> + +<p>"You dear, delightful little pets," he says, "why, +you are as lively as kittens, and as healthy and +happy-looking as the summer's day is long. You +will do your mother credit yet. Your legs are +straight, but work will bend them into the right +shape, then you'll be able to creep into any rabbit's +hole in the country,</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"To beard a badger in his drain,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">A wild wolf in his lair."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>So in order to make these little rascals' legs bend +to the proper shape, master, as soon as they got a +little older, used to bury bones for them deep down +in the garden earth, and get the whole trio to +scrape and find them.</p> + +<p>This was grand fun, and by the time the puppies +were six months old they were just as shapely as +the mother was, or as unshapely, if you like it +better, for after all perhaps the beauty of their +bodies consisted in their ugliness.</p> + +<p>It isn't every one who knows how to rear puppies +properly, but this master did. He fed them on +bread and milk, and broth and scraps of meat four +times a day, he never forgot to give them plenty of +the freshest of water, and as for straw, why they +could at any time bury themselves in it. But this +was not all, for he made the little things his constant +companions, when he himself went out for +exercise. And didn't they scamper and didn't they +dance, and frolic, and run! Many a rat, and +stoat, and polecat had reason to wish them far +away, I can tell you.</p> + +<p>Few people know how wonderful, intelligent, and +sagacious a dachshund can become under proper +treatment. But there must be system in the treatment. +The whip must be hidden away out of +sight entirely, the animal must be treated like a +reasoning being, as indeed it is; it thus soon comes +to know not only every word spoken to it, but your +will and your wishes from your very movements +and looks.</p> + +<p>A dog never forgets kind treatment, and whenever +he has the chance he acts a faithful part +towards a loving master. I could tell you a +hundred true stories illustrative of that fact, but +one must here suffice. Had you seen the dachshund +puppies then as they are represented in our +engraving, brimful of sauciness, daftness, and fun, +and seen them again two years after as they +appeared when accompanying their beloved +master in his rambles, you certainly could not have +believed they were the same animals. They were +still the same in one respect, however, for Vogel was +still the beauty and Zadkiel the philosopher.</p> + +<p>One day their master went out to hunt in the +forest. It was far away in the wilds of the Scottish +Highlands. He had gone to shoot deer, but as he +was returning in the evening after an unsuccessful +stalk, he caught a glimpse of a fox disappearing +round the corner of an old ruin.</p> + +<p>"Ho! ho!" he cried. "<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note - the original is in lower-case: you">You</ins> are the rascal that +steals my ducks. We'll have you if we can."</p> + +<p>But the fox had taken at once to his burrow in +the ruin. It was a very ancient feudal castle, only +just enough of it remaining to give an idea of the +shape it once had been, for regardless of the +respect that is due to antiquity the keepers had +carted away loads of the solid masonry to build +their houses, leaving the place but a beautiful +moss-grown chaos.</p> + +<p>"Watch," was all the master said to his dogs as +he crept in through an old window into the donjon +keep. It was a foolhardy thing to do, for the stones +were loose around it, but he had many times got in +there before, and why, he thought, should he not do +so now. Besides, this was Reynard's favourite den, +and he hoped to shoot him in it. But the fox had +improved on his dwelling since the hunter had +last paid him a visit; he had excavated another +room. Stone after stone the hunter began to pull +down, when suddenly there was a startling noise +behind him, and he found himself in the dark. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160"></a>[Pg 160]</span></p> + +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i085.jpg" width="600" height="435" alt="THE PUPPIES AND THE SPARROW" title="THE PUPPIES AND THE SPARROW" /> +<span class="smcap">the puppies and the sparrow</span> (<i>See</i> <a href="#Page_158"><i>p.</i> 158</a>.) +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161"></a>[Pg 161]</span> +Buried alive! Buried in a dungeon in which +there was hardly room to turn. The situation +is too dreadful for pen to describe. He sank on +the soft damp mould of the floor and gave himself +up to despair. And thus hours went past.</p> + +<p>Hitherto there had not been a sound, but now +the impatient yelping of the faithful hounds told +him they had begun to appreciate the terrible +danger of the master.</p> + +<p>The rest of the story may be told in a very few +words. Vogel did nothing but run about wild with +grief, and made the rocks around her echo the +sounds of her grief. Zimmerman set himself to +work to dig the master out. But alas! solid stone +and lime were too much for even his strong little +limbs. But where was the wise and thoughtful +Zadkiel? Gone. He turned up some hours after +at his master's house, and his strange behaviour +soon caused the servants to follow him into the +deep forest and straight to the old ruin.</p> + +<p>Morning had dawned ere the hunter, more dead +than alive, was extricated from his living grave. +His first act as soon as he recovered was to +return thanks to Him who had delivered him, his +next to embrace his faithful dogs.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">ARION.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="Little_Margarets_Kitchen" id="Little_Margarets_Kitchen"></a>LITTLE MARGARET'S KITCHEN, AND WHAT SHE DID IN IT.—IX.</h2> + +<p class="center"><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Phillis Browne</span>, <i>Author of "A Year's Cookery," "What Girls can Do," &c.</i></p> + +<p><span class="dropcap087"><span class="dropcap">"I</span></span><span class="smcap">wonder</span> what we shall do to-day, +Mary?" said Margaret, as the two +children stood by the kitchen table +waiting for the next lesson.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Mary; "but +I fancy we are to learn something +about fat, for I heard mistress +giving orders to put the fat ready for us. And +there it is. Don't you see all those pieces of fat +on the dish?"</p> + +<p>"Well, children," said Mrs. Herbert, who at that +moment entered the kitchen, "how would you like +to learn to fry to-day?"</p> + +<p>"We should like it very much, mother," said +Margaret.</p> + +<p>"But what shall we make?"</p> + +<p>"I wish we might make some apple fritters, like +those we had the day before yesterday."</p> + +<p>"You shall learn to cook the fritters at our next +lesson," said Mrs. Herbert. "To-day we shall be +quite sufficiently busy preparing the fat for frying. +Can you, Mary, tell me what it is to fry food? If +you had to fry the fritters, for instance, how would +you set about it?"</p> + +<p>"Please, ma'am, let me think," said Mary. +"When we fried the pancakes, we put a little fat +in the frying-pan, and let it melt, and then put in +the batter. So I suppose we should do the same +with fritters."</p> + +<p>"That is exactly what we must not do," said +Mrs. Herbert. "There are a few things which we +must fry in a shallow pan, with very little fat. +Pancakes and omelettes are amongst them. But as +a rule, this is a very extravagant, wasteful mode of +cooking. It is much better to <i>fry</i> properly, that is, +to cook in an abundance of fat, using as much fat +as will cover the food entirely, so that we may be +said to boil the food, but in fat instead of water."</p> + +<p>"I should have thought it was very wasteful to use +a quantity of fat," said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"Do you remember how much fat we used +when we fried the pancakes?" said Mrs. Herbert.</p> + +<p>"I remember," said Mary: "for every pancake +we used a piece of fat about the size of a +walnut."</p> + +<p>"And how much of this was left when all were +finished?"</p> + +<p>"Why, none, mother," said Margaret. "The fat +was used each time, and it seemed to dry up or go +into the pancake, or something. At any rate, it was +lost altogether."</p> + +<p>"Then if we were trying to find out how much +the pancakes cost, we ought to include the cost of +the fat in which they were fried?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose so."</p> + +<p>"Do you not think, then, that if in frying we +could so arrange matters that the fat should be +used again and again and again, that would be less +wasteful?"</p> + +<p>"Of course it would," said Mary.</p> + +<p>"Then this is what we will do. We will provide a +quantity of fat, as much as will half fill a good-sized +iron saucepan. When we use this for frying, we shall +find that if we are careful of it—that is, if we lift it +from the fire as soon as it is done with, do not let it +burn, and strain it—we can use it again and again +and again. In fact, it may be used any number of +times, and we keep adding fresh fat as we get it."</p> + +<p>"But we could not fry pancakes in that way," +said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"No; I told you just now that pancakes and +omelettes must be fried in a little fat. This process +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162"></a>[Pg 162]</span> +is generally called by cooks <i>dry frying</i>. When +plenty of fat is used, and the food is boiled in the +fat, the process is called <i>wet frying</i>."</p> + +<p>"And how are we to tell which way is suitable +for what we have to cook?" said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"Ah, Margaret! you want to get on too quickly. +To know which is the best way of treating different +kinds of food is a large subject, and can only be +learnt with time. I may tell you, however, that +nearly all small things which can be quickly +cooked, and can be covered with fat, may be wet +fried. Things which need longer cooking, such as +uncooked meat, bacon, sausages, &c., should be +dry fried. Chops and steaks, too, are often dry +fried, but they are best when broiled; and of broiling +I must speak to you another day."</p> + +<p>"We shall easily remember that wet frying is +using plenty of fat, and dry frying is using very +little fat," said Mary.</p> + +<p>"Of course you will. And now for the kind of +fat you are to use. There are four kinds of fat +used in frying—dripping, oil, butter, and lard. Of +these, dripping is the best and lard is the worst."</p> + +<p>"But please, ma'am, lard is generally used, is it +not?" said Mary, looking astonished.</p> + +<p>"Indeed it is," replied Mrs. Herbert, "and this +is the mistake which is made. Those who do not +know have a great scorn for dripping. They sell it +for a small sum to get it out of the way, and when +they have done so they buy lard. Yet lard is more +apt to make food taste greasy than any fat which +can be used."</p> + +<p>"What is the dripping made from, then?" said +Margaret.</p> + +<p>"From little odds and ends of fat, either cooked +or uncooked, left from joints, and 'rendered,' that +is, melted down; also from the fat which is +skimmed from the top of the water in which meat +is boiled. I should like you little folk to remember +that one of the surest signs of cleverness in cookery +is that nothing is wasted, and one of the most +certain ways of preventing waste is to look after +the fat. A good cook will not allow as much as +half an inch of fat to be wasted. She will collect +the scraps together and melt them down gently, +and so she will never need to buy."</p> + +<p>"Just as cook has put those pieces of fat together +there, ready for us to melt down?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; and now we will go on to render them +down, shall we? First we cut them up in very +small pieces. We then put them into an old, but +perfectly clean, saucepan, with a quarter of a pint of +water to each pound of fat. We then put the lid +on the saucepan, and boil gently for about an hour, +or till the water has boiled away, when we take the +lid off, and stew the fat again until the pieces +acquire a slight colour, when the fat is ready to +be strained through a jar. We must not forget +to stir the fat occasionally, to keep it from burning, +and also to let it cool slightly before straining, for +fear of accident; for boiling fat is very hot, more +than twice as hot as boiling water."</p> + +<p>"Supposing we have no pieces of fat, mother, +what shall we do then?"</p> + +<p>"We must buy some. Those who like beef fat +will find ox flare excellent for the purpose. The +most experienced cooks, however, now prefer +mutton fat to any other, because it is so hard and +dry. Fat which is bought must be rendered down +as scraps are rendered. I fancy, however, that +where meat is eaten every day it is seldom necessary +to buy fat, if only proper care is taken of the +trimmings."</p> + +<p>"If dripping may be used for frying, could we +not take the dripping left from joints, mother?" +said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"Certainly we could, dear. Only we must be +careful to have it thoroughly clean and dry, with no +water or gravy in it. To make it thus we should probably +have to wash it in three or four times its quantity +of boiling water, then let it go cold and scrape +away the impurities which would have settled at +the bottom. After which we should melt it gently +down again to get rid thoroughly of any moisture +there might be in it."</p> + +<p>"Wash dripping! I never heard of such a thing," +said Margaret.</p> + +<p>"It is a very necessary business at times, for all +that. The most certain way of taking care of anything +we value is to keep it clean: and certainly we +value our kitchen fat. But then, as I told you, +besides keeping it clean we must keep it dry; and +one reason why good cooks prefer mutton fat to +any other is that it can be more easily kept dry +than other fats. Fat should be thoroughly strained +also each time it is used, as well as after being +rendered the first time, and this will help to keep +it pure."</p> + +<p>"I think the water has all boiled away from our +fat now, ma'am," said Mary, who had been looking +very earnestly into the pan, and stirring the pieces +very vigorously.</p> + +<p>"Then," said Mrs. Herbert, "we will take the +lid off the pan, and when the pieces begin to colour +we will let the fat cool and strain it away. It will +so be quite ready for our purpose, and at our +next lesson I will show you how to fry some apple +fritters."</p> + +<p>"I think we shall enjoy frying fritters as well as +making pancakes," said the two children together.</p> + +<p class="center"><i>(To be continued.)</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163"></a>[Pg 163]</span></p> + +<h2><a name="Their_Road_To_Fortune" id="Their_Road_To_Fortune"></a>THEIR ROAD TO FORTUNE.</h2> + +<h4>THE STORY OF TWO BROTHERS.</h4> + +<h4><i>By the Author of "The Heir of Elmdale," &c. &c.</i></h4> + +<h4>CHAPTER VII.—AN INVESTMENT.</h4> + +<div class="wrap_area"> + + <img src="images/i092.jpg" alt="T" width="160" height="282"/> + + <div class="shape_wrap"> + <div style="width: 150px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 150px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 160px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 170px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 170px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 180px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 170px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 170px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 160px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 140px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 130px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 120px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 110px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 90px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 90px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 90px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 70px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 50px;"> </div> + <div style="width: 30px;"> </div> + </div> + +<p><br /> +<span class="smcap">he</span> holidays were over at last; +the ten days flew by only +too quickly to Bertie, for, +compared with Gore House, +Fitzroy Square seemed the +most delightful place in the +world. He was not very +artistic in his taste, and thought but +little of carving and gilding, soft +carpets, and luxurious chairs; therefore +the shabby parlour with Aunt +Amy seemed far more beautiful than +the very grandest apartment in Aunt +Gregory's grand house.</p> + +<p>"If I could only stay here always, Aunt +Amy, how happy I should be!" he had said a dozen +times during his stay; and each time, though her +heart echoed his wish, she cheered him with +loving smiles, encouraged him with hopeful words, +begging of him to try and make the best of his Uncle +Gregory's home, and be as happy and contented as +he could. Eddie often wished that he had such a +magnificent residence, for he made no secret of his +contempt for the shabby and somewhat dingy +comfort of Uncle Clair's house and its dreary surroundings. +He thought artists should have everything +beautiful and graceful about them, and +looked very much astonished when his uncle said, +in his sweet low voice, that beauty and grace were +certainly essential, but they should be in the artist +himself, and then he would see them reflected +everywhere. Both Bertie and Agnes endorsed that +statement, for they loved the old house, and were +quite happy there. Eddie, still longing for something +out of his reach, instead of making the most +of what was at his hand, grumbled and shook his +head; but Uncle Clair only smiled, and said, +"You'll be wiser when you are older, my boy. +Knowledge comes with years."</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gregory's presents caused Mrs. Clair to +think that she was sorry for her neglect of Bertie, +and meant to be kinder to him in future; besides, +Uncle Gregory had said there might be other +arrangements when he returned, so that it was with +a very hopeful heart that Bertie entered the office +punctually at nine o'clock on the 2nd of January, and +was taking his old corner to await the arrival of +his uncle, when the head clerk conducted him into +the inner room, and pointed out a seat at a desk +near a window looking into a narrow court.</p> + +</div> + +<p>"Go through all those letters," the clerk said, +pointing to a huge heap; "select the circulars, open +them, and place them on that stand; arrange all the +English and foreign letters on Mr. Gregory's table, +and then address those envelopes from that book +on your desk."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," Bertie replied cheerfully. It certainly +was much pleasanter in that warm room, with its +clear blazing fire, soft carpet, leather-covered +chairs, and draughtless windows, than in the large, +and often chilly, outer office, but when Mr. Gregory +entered with his compressed lips and keen piercing +glance all round, Bertie began to think it would not +be pleasant to have to sit always within the reach +of his critical eyes.</p> + +<p>"Good morning. You have not forgotten, I see: +that's well," Mr. Gregory said, as he hung up his +coat and pulled off his gloves. Then, with a quick +glance at his table, he added, "You may go on with +your work."</p> + +<p>Bertie copied industriously for an hour, never +raising his head from his desk; then his master's +voice startled him. "Come here, Bertie. I want +some conversation with you. How old are you?"</p> + +<p>"Nearly thirteen, sir."</p> + +<p>"You look more. Do you like business?"</p> + +<p>"I think I do, sir. I shall like it more when I +understand it better."</p> + +<p>"Quite so. Now, Bertie, because you are my +nephew, and have been a good, steady lad, I am +going to place you in a position of great trust. You +are quick, and write a good hand, and I shall +train you to be my private secretary. You shall +answer all my business letters, from my dictation. +Of course I don't mean all my letters," catching +Bertie's nervous glance at the table, "only those +I have been in the habit of attending to myself. +It means several changes: one is, you need not +get here till I do in the morning; another is, that I +shall require your services for an hour or two every +evening in the library at Gore House. You can +leave here at four instead of half-past five, and I +wish you to take lessons in French and German +three times a week. I have engaged a master for +you, and you can leave here every other day at +half-past three. I will pay you twelve shillings a +week, out of which you must pay for your luncheon, +and you will dine with us, except when there is a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164"></a>[Pg 164]</span> +large party. Now sit down, and write exactly as +I tell you, and as quickly, as neatly, and accurately +as you can."</p> + +<p>"Yes, uncle; thank you," Bertie replied, his heart +throbbing violently. That was indeed a change +from the dull routine of the past five months: he +had won his uncle's confidence; he was to have no +more solitary evenings; and, best of all, he was to +have a salary, and only luncheon to buy out of it.</p> + +<p>"Why, I shall only want a Bath bun and a glass +of milk every day. I can save nearly all," Bertie +whispered to himself at luncheon-time. "Uncle +Gregory is good to me, and no mistake!"</p> + +<p>Mr. Gregory was good to his nephew, but not +before he had thoroughly satisfied himself that the +boy fully deserved his confidence, and, what was +more, would fully and amply repay it. That twelve +shillings a week was a master-stroke of policy, for +it made Bertie eternally grateful; and if the young +gentleman fancied his Uncle Gregory did not know +that nine shillings of it went into the post-office +savings' bank regularly every week, he was greatly +mistaken. The dining down-stairs was not quite +such a success; he was usually completely ignored, +and always felt glad when the formal prolonged +meal was over, and he was at liberty to follow Mr. +Gregory to the library. There, indeed, Bertie had +often two, or even three, hours' trying work, copying +out prospectuses and share lists, reading aloud a +strange jargon he did not half understand about +stocks, consols, and dividends, adding up prodigious +sums of money, subtracting other sums from them, +and, when the result did not quite satisfy Mr. +Gregory, having to consign them all to the waste-paper +basket, and begin over again. Still, it was +better than the long dreary evenings in the deserted +school-room, though so much confinement +was beginning to tell a little on Bertie's rosy +cheeks and healthy young frame. The atmosphere +of the Underground Railway, too, was injuring +lungs that had never breathed anything but the +purest country air, and at last Mr. Gregory noticed +his altered appearance, and invited him to drive +into the City in the dog-cart with himself every +morning. That was indeed a red-letter day,—almost + as good as driving to Dr. Mayson's +at Riversdale: better, in fact, Bertie began to +think later on, for the bustle and confusion, the +eager, hurrying, restless life of the City began to +have a strange charm for him, and that brisk drive +to and from Mincing Lane was a real pleasure. +Then he was progressing famously with his French +and German. The old professor who gave him his +lessons was a sociable, voluble, eloquent gentleman, +who waved his hands, rolled his eyes, chattered +nonsense that made Bertie laugh, but at the same +time interested him so much that he took great +pains to listen and remember; and having learned +his grammar fairly well at school he was soon able +to make his way with tolerable ease through either +a newspaper or letter.</p> + +<p>But you must not suppose it was all sunshine +and smooth sailing for Bertie Rivers. He had a +great many trials and troubles, and perhaps the +heaviest was his inability to go to Fitzroy Square, +except on Sundays, and not always then. Then +he missed his runs in the Park and his walks +into the country in the early morning, his wood-carving +and cork-carving, and all the other amusements +with which he was in the habit of filling +up his spare time. Then Uncle Gregory was +becoming daily more exacting and particular, +and Bertie gathered from the letters he wrote that +some of the many speculations of the great City +merchant were not going on entirely to his satisfaction. +Every evening he remained later in the +library, and Bertie had more letters to write and +circulars to address, and sometimes his head ached +sadly, and his eyes were dull and heavy in the +morning. But there was one unfailing source of +satisfaction—his weekly visit to the post-office +savings' bank. Bertie would not have missed that +for the world: nine shillings a week, and sometimes +even ten—for nothing could tempt him to spend a +penny, except on his luncheons and in writing to +them at Fitzroy Square—soon mounted up to five +pounds, and then Mr. Gregory remarked one day +that if Bertie had saved any money he would invest +it for him in a company that would pay five +times as much interest as<ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'he'">the</ins> post-office. So the +money was handed over to Uncle Gregory, and +Bertie received a very large and formal paper, +which he never read, but still was proud of, and +in his next visit handed it triumphantly to Mr. +Clair. He read it carefully, and then shook his +head. "This company promises too much, Bertie," +he said; "better have left your money where it +was."</p> + +<p>"As if Uncle Gregory doesn't know best!" Bertie +laughed. "Why, he has hundreds of shares himself."</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER VIII.—AN UNEXPECTED PLEASURE.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap038"><span class="dropcap">"Y</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">ou</span> +may go and spend a few days with +your brother," Mr. Gregory said to Bertie +one Saturday at the end of July. "I am +going away for a week, and so I can spare +you; but mind you are back on the Monday after +next, and in good time."</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; thank you, uncle," Bertie replied, with +a bright smile.</p> + +<p>"You may go now, if you wish. I do not require +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165"></a>[Pg 165]</span> +anything further;" and Bertie fairly ran out of the +office, jumped into an omnibus, and hurried +straight to Fitzroy Square, instead of going home +to Kensington. The moment the hall door opened +he saw something unusual was about to take place: +there were trunks and packages and muffle straps +in the hall, and there, amidst them, stood Uncle +Clair, looking quite calm, while Aunt Amy, Agnes, +and Eddie flew hither and thither in every +direction. There was a four-wheeler at the door +too, so that evidently the family were going +away. For a moment Bertie felt inclined to cry. +What possible pleasure could he have in a week's +holiday without Eddie and Agnes to share it? But +the moment Aunt Amy caught sight of him, her +bright face and cordial welcome re-assured him.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;"> +<img src="images/i096.jpg" width="401" height="500" alt="HE SAW SOMETHING UNUSUAL WAS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE." title="HE SAW SOMETHING UNUSUAL WAS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE." /> +<span class="smcap">"he saw something unusual was about to take place."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Dear Bertie, I am so glad. I was afraid your +uncle could not spare you to come with us. But +where are your things?"</p> + +<p>"I haven't brought any. I only just came from +the City to tell you Uncle Gregory gave me a +week's holiday," Bertie replied, looking very much +perplexed. "I did not know you were all going +away, auntie, or of course I would not have +come."</p> + +<p>"Then you did not get the letter I sent you, +dear?"</p> + +<p>"No, aunt."</p> + +<p>"Well, I wrote asking you to apply for permission +to come with us to the sea-side for a week. +But I suppose the letter miscarried some way. +However 'All's well that ends well,' Bertie. You +are just in time. Come now, help to carry the +parcels. I hope we have not forgotten anything."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166"></a>[Pg 166]</span> +"If we were going to stay a year in a desert +island a thousand miles from a shop, I should +think we have enough luggage," Uncle Clair said, +glancing comically at the numerous packages and +trunks; "instead of which, we're only going to +Brighton, and can get everything we want there just +as well as in London."</p> + +<p>"But am I really to go to the sea-side with you, +Uncle Harry?" Bertie cried eagerly.</p> + +<p>"Why, of course, child; you don't suppose we're +going to leave you behind."</p> + +<p>"Oh, how good of you! how jolly! Hurrah!" +and Bertie executed a sort of war-dance, tossed his +hat in the air, and kissed his aunt and Agnes a +dozen times at least before taking his seat in the +cab. "You had better go with your aunt in a +hansom, Bertie," Uncle Clair said; "Eddie, Agnes, +and I will go with the luggage. If you get to the +station first, wait for us at the booking-office. Mind +you don't get lost," he added, with a smile, as they +drove away.</p> + +<p>"As if I could get lost in the City, Aunt Amy!" +Bertie said proudly. "Why, I know the place by +heart now; and shan't I be glad to get away from it +for a whole week? Was it not kind of Uncle +Gregory to give me a holiday?"</p> + +<p>"Very good, Bertie. You seem to get on capitally. +Do you know, dear, I am sorry we did not try to +persuade Eddie to take his place in the office too: +I almost think he would have been happier, and +have got on better; he does not seem very contented +with us, and, worst of all, he does not make +much progress in the profession he has chosen. +Agnes is far ahead of him."</p> + +<p>"But Eddie is very clever, Aunt Amy: he can do +anything if he likes," Bertie cried loyally. "And I +do not think he would get on with Uncle Gregory: +he would never like the City; besides, Eddie never +cared to be told to do anything. Even poor papa +used to say, 'Please, Eddie,' or 'Perhaps you will +do so, Eddie.' Now, Uncle Gregory orders me to +do forty different things in different ways every +day, and I don't mind a bit; but Eddie would stand +and look at him, and frown so, and just walk away. +My brother would never get on with Uncle +Gregory, Aunt Amy," Bertie repeated gravely. +"Eddie would never make a merchant."</p> + +<p>"And your uncle Clair says he will never make +an artist, unless he changes greatly," said +Aunt Amy, rather sadly. "Poor Eddie! I am +really very anxious about his future: he is so like +his father: his ideas are quite magnificent, but he +has no energy."</p> + +<p>"He's clever, though, auntie; papa often said +Eddie was a genius," Bertie whispered, "and I can +work enough for us both. When I am rich, and can +buy back Riversdale, Eddie will be quite happy. +You don't know how different he will be when he +gets back to our beautiful home," and Bertie's eyes +sparkled, and his cheeks flushed at the thought, +for the dream of Bertie's life was to get back +Riversdale. The anxieties of the great establishment +in Mincing Lane never touched him; +he knew nothing of risks, disappointments, or +failures; in fact, Bertie never even thought of such +things, for he was but a child at heart, and had +perfect faith in his uncle's assurance that if he were +only a good, obedient, industrious boy he would be +very rich some day, and get back his home. But +no thought of the busy City, the close, dusty office, +or the hot library at Kensington troubled him as +he took his seat in the train, and was whirled at +the rate of fifty miles an hour southward. Eddie +sat silently looking out of the window, envying his +brother's high spirits; he could not think what made +Bertie so happy when he felt discontented and +miserable, and thoroughly dissatisfied with everything +in the world. Agnes, too, seemed infected +with some of Bertie's good humour; her eyes +sparkled, her cheeks flushed, and she laughed +merrily at the utter nonsense her cousin chattered +incessantly, while poor Eddie hugged his discontent, +and made the most of his misery. And yet +he had no real cause to be unhappy: every one was +kind, gentle, patient with him; he had not a reasonable +wish in the world ungratified; and yet he sat +silent, drumming with his fingers on the window of +the carriage, while the others chatted and laughed, +and seemed as if they could not keep still for very +enjoyment.</p> + +<p>"Oh, auntie, how lovely it is!" Agnes cried, +"Look how the sun shines on the trees, and the +brook looks like summer lightning. It is good to +get away from London, and see the country once +more; and such a sky, Bertie! you don't have +anything like that in Mincing Lane!"</p> + +<p>"No; but though our skies may be somewhat +inky, Miss Agnes, they have a silver or a golden +lining," Bertie replied, with the air of a judge. +"We don't want sunshine in the City, because we +have no time to look at it; and besides, we have +plenty of gas and electric light."</p> + +<p>Eddie frowned, and was going to say something +about his brother's want of artistic taste, when +Uncle Clair interrupted him by a hearty laugh.</p> + +<p>"Really, Master Bertie, you are becoming quite +a philosopher as well as a capitalist and man of +business. Now then, youngsters, gather up your +parcels; we shall be in Brighton in about five +minutes, and then for a glimpse of the glorious sea."</p> + +<p>"Why, Uncle Harry, I've never seen it!" Bertie +exclaimed, as if he were very much surprised at not +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167"></a>[Pg 167]</span> +having given the matter a thought before. "All +the way down I never seemed to think we were +going to the sea-side: I was so glad to get away from +London. Will you let us have a boat, Uncle Harry?"</p> + +<p>"That depends, Bertie; if the weather keeps +fine we may go for a sail some day."</p> + +<p>"Bertie fancies we could pull about in a little +punt on the ocean as we did on the river at home," +Eddie said, rather scornfully. "He has no idea +what the sea is like."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, he will know better presently, for +here we are," Uncle Harry said gently; and in a +few minutes more they were all in a shabby, shaky, +but roomy old carriage, driving along the Parade.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" Agnes whispered, catching Aunt Amy's +hand. "Oh, how beautiful! I feel as if I can't +breathe, auntie."</p> + +<p>"It is jolly!" Bertie cried, in his hearty, downright +way. "What a place for a swim, Eddie!"</p> + +<p>"The idea of thinking the sea only a place for +swimming!" Eddie replied contemptuously. "I——"</p> + +<p>"You can't swim a bit: that's the reason you +don't care about it," Bertie cried merrily. "But +Eddie can pull better than I can, Uncle Harry, so +you will hear him say presently, 'What a lovely +place for a row!' and I do believe it's not a bit +rougher than our little river."</p> + +<p>"It's very calm to-day, but sometimes it wears +a very different aspect, Bertie."</p> + +<p>"I don't believe it ever could be really rough, +just like Turner's pictures," Eddie grumbled. "It's +not a bit like what I thought it would be."</p> + +<p>"It's ten times prettier than anything I ever +saw," Bertie cried enthusiastically. "Just look at +all the boats, and such pretty houses, and the +donkeys, Eddie. Oh, Uncle Harry! may we have +a donkey-ride? and such lots of boys!"</p> + +<p>"What a pity poor Eddie did not leave his +enemy at home, and he would be as happy as +Bertie," Mr. Clair said in a very low voice to +Aunt Amy; and she only shook her head and +smiled sorrowfully; but the words, though spoken +in a very low tone, reached Bertie's quick young +ears, and he glanced at his brother in sore perplexity. +But at that moment the carriage stopped +at the house where Mr. Clair had secured apartments, +and in the bustle of getting in the packets, +exploring the rooms, exclaiming at the beautiful +view from the balcony, and Bertie's sudden discovery +that it was a glorious place to test the +powers of a pea-shooter or catapult, he forgot +all about Uncle Clair's words and Aunt Amy's +sorrowful smile; and even Eddie thawed a little, +and agreed that a beautiful full-rigged ship, with +the bright sun shining on her snow-white sails, +was a pretty-enough picture to please even an artist.</p> + +<p>But that night, when Bertie laid his tired head +on the pillow—he had been running and dancing +along the beach for hours—his last waking thought +was, "I must find out who's Eddie's enemy; and +if he's not a lot a bigger fellow than I am, I'll +thrash him!"</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>CHAPTER IX.—A HAPPY ENCOUNTER.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap102"><span class="dropcap">B</span></span><span class="smcap">righton</span> in the first days of August is +hot and dusty, noisy, and crowded with +people; excursionists pour in by thousands, +German bands and organs seem +to spring up under one's feet at every step. +The sun blazes in the windows of the houses +on the Marine Parade all day, and the fine, +dry, chalky dust from the Downs is apt to be +irritating to delicate throats; but for all that, +Brighton in August is delightful, at least to +children. Then they may pass an almost amphibious +existence without danger of catching +cold. Foremost in every mischief, bravest in +every danger, most fortunate in every escapade, +was Bertie. No one could look at his sparkling +eyes and rosy cheeks, hear his merry laughter, +watch him skip, jump, and dance along the beach, +without saying, "There, at least, is one happy boy," +and feeling glad that there was so much capacity for +pure enjoyment in the world. He dragged Eddie +and Agnes with him hither and thither, till by +sheer force of energy and example he forced them +to share his happiness, and brought the roses to +their cheeks too; he would have dragged Aunt +Amy and Uncle Clair about in the same way, only +they drew the line at taking off shoes and paddling +in the water, and begged to be allowed to sit still +on the beach and watch them. However, one day, +very much to his astonishment, he met his Aunt +Gregory and his cousins walking on the Parade, +and Bertie nothing doubted but they would be +glad to join his many expeditions in search of +fun; but the boys had many other acquaintances +in Brighton, and felt half ashamed to acknowledge +a relative who was only a junior clerk, and refused +very distinctly to go down on the beach, and be +friendly with Eddie and Agnes. Indeed, as soon +as Mrs. Gregory understood that Mr. and Mrs. +Clair were also by the sea-side, she became very +chilling to Bertie, and asked when he was going +back to his office.</p> + +<p>"Next Monday, aunt; but the others will stay +for another fortnight," Bertie answered brightly, +without the least shade of discontent on his face.</p> + +<p>"And why must you return before the others, +my lad?" a gentleman said, advancing a step, and +looking at Bertie steadily. "If I don't mistake, I +have met you before somewhere. Where was it?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168"></a>[Pg 168]</span> +"You have seen him at our house, perhaps, +Mr. Murray," Dick Gregory said carelessly; he +had been walking with the gentleman, and discussing +a trip in Mr. Murray's yacht, and did not +want to be interrupted; indeed, he was far from +being pleased at meeting Bertie. "You know, he's +in papa's office in the City," he added, seeing the +gentleman still looked puzzled.</p> + +<p>"No, cousin; I think Mr. Murray saw me at +Riversdale," Bertie said, a little shyly, for a pair +of keen dark eyes were fixed on his face. "He +used to come and see papa often; but I think he +would remember Eddie better than me: he saw +him oftener."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 447px;"> +<img src="images/i103.jpg" width="447" height="500" alt="'I REMEMBER YOU QUITE WELL,' HE SAID." title="'I REMEMBER YOU QUITE WELL,' HE SAID." /> +<span class="smcap">"'i remember you quite well,' he said."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Oh dear me! yes, of course; why, I remember +you quite well," he said. "You are Herbert, the +dreadful little boy who snow-balled me one day, and +Eddie drew caricatures of me. Dear me! Mrs. +Gregory, how strange you never mentioned the +Rivers' being here. This boy's father is one of my +oldest and dearest friends. I shall be delighted to +meet him."</p> + +<p>For a moment there was an awkward silence; +Mrs. Gregory looked red and confused, her two +sons turned round and studied the sea, then Bertie +looked up suddenly. "Papa is not here, sir: he—he +is dead," he said steadily, but in an earnest +voice. "I am in Uncle Gregory's office; Eddie is +learning to be an artist with Uncle Clair. Poor +papa lost his money, and we're going to try and +get rich, to buy back Riversdale."</p> + +<p>"Buy back Riversdale!" Mr. Murray cried. +"You don't mean——" then glancing at Mrs. +Gregory's confused expression, and the sudden +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169"></a>[Pg 169]</span> +gravity that had replaced the mirth in Bertie's +eyes, he stopped, and puckered up his forehead in +the strangest way.</p> + +<p>"Is this boy, Herbert Rivers, staying with you?" +he asked presently, turning to Mrs. Gregory.</p> + +<p>"No, indeed; I did not even know he was here. +I fancied he was at the office, as usual."</p> + +<p>"Oh! then how did you come to be here, child? +Are you alone?" Mr. Murray asked.</p> + +<p>"I am with Uncle and Aunt Clair. Last Saturday +Uncle Gregory said I might have a week's +holiday and spend it with my brother, so I just +ran straight off to Fitzroy Square, and found them +all in the hall just starting for Brighton. Oh, it +has been so splendid!"</p> + +<p>"So you must go back to town to your office +next Monday?" the gentleman said, after a +moment's frowning. "Well, well, we shall see; this +is Thursday. Where does your Uncle Clair live?"</p> + +<p>Bertie told him the address: it was within a +stone's throw; and as Mr. Murray noted down the +number, and glanced at the house so as to remember +it, he saw that the balcony was strikingly +decorated with some of the children's trophies. Long +trailing sprays of damp dark-brown seaweed hung +over the railings; there was quite a large heap of +sea-stones, and a few shells piled up in one corner. +Bertie's schooner was firmly anchored to a crimson +bucket in another; there was a camp-stool before +an easel standing in the open window, and a low +chair with cushions outside. Altogether, the aspect +of the rooms occupied by Uncle Clair pleased Mr. +Murray.</p> + +<p>As they walked along the parade Mr. Murray +was unusually silent; the boys watched him, +and saw by the expression of his face that he +was thinking deeply. But it was not till he met +their father at the aquarium that Mr. Murray +said a single word about Bertie Rivers. Then +both gentlemen stood in a quiet corner, and talked +so long and so earnestly that both Mrs. Gregory +and the boys became impatient, and not a little +curious. What could they possibly have to say +about the little junior clerk? and yet they were sure +he was the subject of their conversation.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Gregory looked more anxious than curious. +Mr. Murray was a very old friend of the Rivers' +family, and though absence from England for +several years caused him to be quite ignorant of +the calamities that had overtaken the master of +Riversdale, the death of his brother Frank, and the +loss of his fortune, he was still deeply interested +in the family, and heard with regret of the almost +friendless condition of Mr. Rivers' sons.</p> + +<p>"I wish you had told me all this sooner," he +said at length. "We might have done something +better for that fine lad."</p> + +<p>"He will do very well," Mr. Gregory replied, a +little coldly. "You should be the last person in +the world to object to business."</p> + +<p>"I don't object, only the boy is too young—a +mere child. Why did not you send him to school +with your boys, for a few years at least?"</p> + +<p>"I do not think that would be any true kindness. +It would only make him dissatisfied with his +future position, perhaps. Bertie is doing very well."</p> + +<p>Mr. Murray said no more, but all the remainder +of the afternoon he thought a great deal +of his old friend Mr. Rivers and his boys, and the +more he reflected the less pleased he felt at +Mr. Gregory's treatment of Bertie, and the undisguised +contempt Dick and Harry expressed for +their cousin. He resolved to call the very next +morning on Mr. Clair, and have a talk with him +about the lads, for Mr. Murray had a very strong +reason for being interested in their future. It was +he who had persuaded their father to invest money +in the speculation that ended so disastrously, but +he had no idea that Mr. Rivers became such an +extensive shareholder; he forgot that a simple +country gentleman, without either knowledge or +experience, could not be as prudent and far-seeing +as a man all his life acquainted with business. +Mr. Murray had been a loser in the mines himself, +but to a comparatively slight extent, and as he +was an exceedingly rich man, he only regarded +the matter as one of the casual losses incurred in +business. But his old friend's losses troubled him +deeply, and he resolved to do everything in his +power to repair the effects of his well-meant, but +unfortunate, advice.</p> + +<p>Mr. Murray was an old bachelor, very rich, and +some people said very eccentric, though, in truth, +his eccentricity was only indiscriminate generosity. +He was very fond of children, boys especially; he +often spoke of adopting some promising lad to +inherit a portion of his great fortune, and continue +the grand old firm in the City that had +flourished for over a hundred years as Murray +and Co. For many reasons Mr. Gregory hoped +that one of his boys would be chosen, and lately +everything had seemed like it; therefore, the +sudden interest Mr. Murray seemed to take in +Bertie caused Mr. and Mrs. Gregory some uneasiness, +especially as the gentleman said at +dinner that evening that the yachting excursion +would have to be put off for some days, as he +wished to make the acquaintance of his old friend's +sons, and learn a little more of their history, and +meant to call at their address the next morning.</p> + +<p class="center">(<i>To be continued</i>.)</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170"></a>[Pg 170]</span></p> + +<div class="block width500"> + +<h2><a name="An_Apple_Song" id="An_Apple_Song"></a>AN APPLE SONG.</h2> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 61px; height: 70px;"> +<img src="images/i108.jpg" width="61" height="70" alt="T" title="T" /> +</div> +<p><span class="smcap">he</span> Autumn sunshine falls so warm,<br /> +<span class="two">So warm in the orchard green,<br /></span> +A golden tent is the apple-tree;<br /> +<span class="two">And under the leafy screen<br /></span> +Sits Rex, in the curve of a mossy bough,<br /> +<span class="two">As high as he can go,<br /></span> +Dropping the apples red and brown<br /> +<span class="two">To his Cousin Prue below.<br /></span> +<br /> +Sweet Prue, knee-deep in the cool green grass,<br /> +<span class="two">Spreads wide her pinafore,<br /></span> +The ripe fruit falls in a golden rain,<br /> +<span class="two">By two, by three, by four;<br /></span> +With watchful eye and ready hand<br /> +<span class="two">She lets no apple fall—<br /></span> +As fast as Rex can throw them down<br /> +<span class="two">She catches one and all.<br /></span> +<br /> +The blackbird on the topmost bough<br /> +<span class="two">Is singing loud and clear,<br /></span> +The children shouting at their task<br /> +<span class="two">It does him good to hear.<br /></span> +He watches them with his bead-black eyes,<br /> +<span class="two">And blither still he sings;<br /></span> +But clearer than dear blackbird's note<br /> +<span class="two">The children's laughter rings.<br /></span> +</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="Mornings_At_The_Zoo" id="Mornings_At_The_Zoo"></a>MORNINGS AT THE ZOO.</h2> + +<h4>VIII.—IN THE FISH-HOUSE.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap109"><span class="dropcap">O</span></span><span class="smcap">f</span> the Fish-house +at the London +Zoological Gardens +it must be +said that its contents +are decidedly +"mixed," +for it is the home +not only of a few +specimens of the +finny tribe, but +also of some +wading and diving +birds, of a +very curious amphibian, of a few shrimps, and of +several of the beautiful flower-like sea-anemones. +The collection, however, loses nothing in point of +interest because of its varied character, and will repay +a good deal more study than it seems to receive +from visitors.</p> + +<p>Some of the fishes are as common as the schoolboy's +familiar friend, the minnow. Others, like +the cat-fish and sea-horse, are rare—in England, at +any rate. Then there are kinds known to every +lover of angling, such as the perch an pike. +Seldom has a popular name been so aptly +bestowed as in the case of the pretty little sea-horses. +In the upper half of their wee bodies they +have all the equine look and bearing, but in the +lower half there is a great falling-off in the likeness, +excepting that both animals have tails. But the +tail of the sea-horse is a most useful appendage. +The tiny creature can twine it round marine weeds +and vegetables, and by this means drifts along +with the current into far distant seas and strange +climes. To this cause the occasional discovery of +foreigners upon British coasts has been ascribed. +With regard to the name of the cat-fish, one must +not be quite so particular. There is, on a cursory +glance, enough of the appearance of pussy about the +head of this curious animal to explain how the +title came to be applied to it. It strikes one as +being rather a morose and surly creature, an impression +that is fully borne out when one learns +that it will fight desperately when captured.</p> + +<p>Though the flounders can scarcely be considered +as other than common fishes, they always are worth +watching. Tom Noddy was all head and no body, +but they may be regarded as being nearly all body +with very little head, and the two bright black eyes, +which look as if they were "stuck on," give them a +rather comical aspect. You will find them inquisitive, +too. Put your finger in front of their tank, and +they will all flock to see what it is. On the contrary, +other fishes, such as the pike and carp, will +remain stolid and indifferent to any movement you +may make, and some, like the timorous trout—for +which Isaak Walton loved to angle above any fish,—will +be so dreadfully upset at the appearance of +your digit that they will dart off in every direction.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171"></a>[Pg 171]</span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 357px;"> +<img src="images/i111.jpg" width="357" height="500" alt="IN THE ORCHARD" title="IN THE ORCHARD" /> +<span class="smcap">"in the orchard." <i>an apple song</i></span> (<a href="#Page_170"><i>p.</i> 170</a>). +</div> + +<p>Little folk may be expected to feel special interest +in the pikes, those "fresh-water wolves" and "tyrants +of the rivers," as they have been styled in consequence +of their ferocity. They thrive well despite +their savage gluttony, and attain to a green old age. +One was captured in a pond in Sweden, in 1449, +with a ring round its neck, which bore an inscription +which showed that it had been placed in the +pond more than two hundred years before. However +that may be, there is no doubt that the pike +is a long liver. It is so destructive, that it will +clear a pond of all the fishes, not hesitating to +attack those even that are nearly as big as itself. +There is a case on record of a pike fastening on +the lips of a mule, which had been taken to +drink in the pond. They have been known to bite +at swans and geese, and altogether Jack Pike is a +most voracious creature. It may be assumed +also that it is unsociable, for it generally swims +about by itself, and not in shoals or in companies +like other fishes.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;"> +<img src="images/i113.jpg" width="250" height="159" alt="THE MARINE BULLHEAD" title="THE MARINE BULLHEAD" /> +<span class="smcap">the marine bullhead.</span> +</div> + +<p>Among other inmates of this house which call +for mention are carp, gobies, dace, roach, bullhead, +gurnard, mullet, basse, and conger-eels. They +lead a monotonous sort of life, swimming to and fro +in their tanks, in a wearisome way. But their +graceful movements and curious colours are worth +notice. The conger-eels are comparatively small +specimens. Those in the deep sea sometimes +attain a gigantic size. They are able to use their +tail as a hand, and have been known by means of +it to seize the gunwale of the boat in which they +were imprisoned and jump into the sea.</p> + +<p>One of the quaintest and most interesting inmates +of the house, however, is not a fish but an +amphibian. There are two groups of amphibians, +one called <i>tailless</i>—to which frogs and toads belong—and +the other <i>tailed</i>, of which the newt and +the axolotl are members. The Zoological Society +are fortunate enough to possess specimens of both +the black and white axolotl. This creature, which +is a native of Mexico, has a strange life-history +not unlike that of the frog. It has a sort of +tadpole stage of existence, in which it is furnished +with a collar of gills and lives in the water. After +a while it loses its gills, and its tail and legs grow +much less fish-like. There is a kind of lizard look +about its permanent form. In the first period of its +history it is styled <i>axolotl</i>; in the final period it +becomes known as <i>amblystome</i>. +They say its flesh +is esteemed a delicacy in +Mexico.</p> + +<p>Visitors seem to regard +the anemones—the +"most brilliant of living +flower gardens," as Charles +Kingsley called them—as +useful in the way of ornament, +and pass their tanks +without paying further +heed to them. This is not +the case with respect to +the diving birds, which are beyond all question the +centre of attraction in the fish-house. The birds +comprise a darter, a cormorant, a guillemot, and a +penguin. The first-named is seldom seen in this +country. It is a largish bird with webbed feet, +long thin neck, and spear-like bill. When swimming +in the water with its body entirely submerged, +it looks not unlike a snake forging along. Hence +it is also known as the snake-neck. The cormorant +and darter, though here classed for convenience' +sake among the divers, really belong to +the pelican family. The guillemot is a diving bird +found in the Northern seas, while the penguin may +be looked upon as representing the divers of the +Southern Ocean. The penguin is a most awkward +bird ashore, but in its native element its movements +are elegant and rapid. When the keeper +has placed some food in the water-tank, the darter +is fetched from its cage. The bird takes a swim +round, then spots its prey and goes for it with +unerring aim. Rising to the surface it throws the +fish in the air, catches it in its beak, and bolts it +with business-like despatch. It then goes fishing +again, and after its wants have been supplied it +returns to its house. The other three birds are +allowed to dine together. There is no squabbling +amongst them. Enough fishes are thrown in to +keep them occupied for a few minutes. The speed +with which the guillemot cuts the water is truly +amazing. Once more one has an opportunity of +noticing the clumsiness of the penguin when it +tries to leave the water. At either end of the tank +a platform with transverse bars is let down for the +convenience of the birds, but the silly penguin, +instead of going to the end of the platform and +gradually working its way upward, sometimes endeavours +to climb up the side, its frantic struggles +to do so being ludicrous. It does not appear to +possess sufficient sense to find its way out in the +easiest manner, for Mr Keeper has to assist it +with a long iron pole with a hook at the end, by +means of which he pushes the bird along to the +foot of the platform. The +feeding of the birds is a +very instructive performance. +Unless some such +occasion were afforded +us of seeing these essentially +aquatic birds in +the water, one could not +have the slightest idea of +the power and grace of +their movements.</p> + +<p>And in leaving the +fish-house let me say +that this educational +value, so to speak, of the Zoological Gardens +undoubtedly forms one of their strongest claims +upon public support.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">James A. Manson.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172"></a>[Pg 172]</span></p> + +<h2><a name="What_Came_Of_A_Foxglove" id="What_Came_Of_A_Foxglove"></a>WHAT CAME OF A FOXGLOVE.</h2> + +<h4>A FAIRY STORY.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap117"><span class="dropcap">B</span></span><br /><br /><span class="smcap">ehind,</span> before, in the +branches of the trees, +amongst the blades of +grass, creeping under the +mushrooms, swinging on +the foxgloves, and clinging +to the ragged-robin, +were the fairies.</p> + +<p>Blanche and Belinda did not +see them, because of the bright +golden sunshine, which hides +the fairies from mortal sight; +but the fairies saw the two girls +walking arm in arm through the +wood.</p> + +<p>Blanche stooped to gather a +splendid crimson foxglove, which +she shook gently, saying,</p> + +<p><span class="two">"The bells shall ring<br /></span> +<span class="two">For the fairy king;<br /></span> +<span class="two">Ding, dong, bell!<br /></span> +<span class="two">Ding, dong, bell!"<br /></span> +</p> + +<p>But, alas! as she shook it, no fewer than seven +little fairy pages fell to the ground. They were not +much hurt, but they were very indignant at being +knocked about in that manner; also the feathers +in their caps were much ruffled.</p> + +<p>They sprang to their feet feeling very angry, +especially as the other fairies were laughing.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">"We are the Queen's pages,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And very great our rage is!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>they shouted.</p> + +<p>And then, as they looked more carefully at one +another and saw how tossed and tumbled were +their pretty suits of embroidered white velvet, they +burst out crying, saying—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"We are not fit to be seen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By her Majesty the Queen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Our clothes are all blue and green,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who will wash and make them clean?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"I will," said the Fairy Queen; "I saw it all, and +I am very angry.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i8">My pages shall not be</span> +<span class="i8">Treated so shamefully!"</span> +</div></div> + +<p>And her face grew as red as a peony.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 280px;"> +<img src="images/i118.jpg" width="280" height="397" alt="WALKING ARM IN ARM" title="WALKING ARM IN ARM" /> +<span class="smcap">"walking arm in arm"</span> +</div> + +<p>But Blanche and Belinda knew nothing of all +this; they had not any idea that the fairies were in +the wood.</p> + +<p>Blanche had just thrown down the foxglove, +for suddenly there issued out of every flower +clusters of bees, that buzzed and hummed and +made a dense cloud around the two little sisters +until they could not see one another.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">II.</p> + +<p>And then——</p> + +<p>Why, suddenly all the bees disappeared as quickly +as they had come, and all was sunshine and brightness +again; and Belinda was not stung, though +she looked at her arms and hands, and felt her +forehead and cheeks and neck, expecting to be +covered with great smarting lumps. Instead of +which, she had never been freer from pain; and +the world around had never looked so beautiful as +it did to-day, with so many butterflies of divers +colours, and great green dragon-flies, that she wondered +where they all came from. The wood-path, too, +grew more lovely, and patches of blue sky appeared +through the branches of the trees.</p> + +<p>All at once she cried out—</p> + +<p>"Blanche! Blanche!"</p> + +<p>For Blanche was nowhere to be seen; and +though she hunted in and out among the trees +and bushes, she could not find her. No one +answered, except the echoes repeating, "Blanche! +Blanche! where are you?"</p> + +<p>And then Belinda sat down, and she began to cry.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173"></a>[Pg 173]</span></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">III.</p> + +<p>Belinda cried for half an hour without stopping, +and her eyes were swollen up, and her cheeks wet +with tears. Some one was standing by her, and +a voice was saying—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Why are you crying, little girl, I pray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On such a pleasant sunny summer day?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I'm a little packman, with my funny pack.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such a weight! oh, such a weight! to carry on my back.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What will you buy, maiden? what will you buy?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half a dozen handkerchiefs, to wipe your cheeks quite dry?"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Belinda looked up, and in her surprise left off +crying. Before her stood a small +boy with a bundle of wheat over +his shoulder. He looked tired and +melancholy, and not by any means +as jovial as might have been expected +from his words.</p> + +<p>"Handkerchiefs!" said Belinda, +disdainfully. "Why, you've nothing +but a wisp of straw over your shoulder, +and it can't be any weight."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;"> +<img src="images/i119.jpg" width="200" height="448" alt="HE ... STOOD WITH HIS HAT IN HAND." title="HE ... STOOD WITH HIS HAT IN HAND." /> +<span class="smcap">"he ... stood with his hat in hand."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Try it," said the boy, throwing it +down upon the ground.</p> + +<p>But Belinda took no notice of it.</p> + +<p>"And you're not a packman, only +a little boy," she said, angrily; "how +can you tell such stories?"</p> + +<p>The melancholy-looking boy answered—</p> + +<p>"Perhaps I'm a king in disguise,<br /> +Although of a very small size;<br /> +If you were a little more wise,<br /> +You might find in my pack a great prize.</p> + +<p>However, I'll leave it for you, and the +first young gentleman you meet with +will, perhaps, pick it up and carry it +home for you; for you will soon find +you are not able to lift it yourself."</p> + +<p>And so saying the boy turned away, and Belinda +was again alone.</p> + +<p>"Not lift a few ears of corn," she said, giving a +slight kick to the heap at her feet.</p> + +<p>But as her foot touched it it was no longer a +bundle of wheat, but a sack tied close at the +mouth, and it expanded until it was as large as +Belinda herself. Added to which there appeared +to be something alive in it, for it moved from side +to side as though some creature were struggling +inside.</p> + +<p>"Oh! perhaps it is Blanche!" exclaimed Belinda, +"and the boy has brought her back. He said 'a +great prize,' and a king in disguise. He may have +been a fairy, who can tell?"</p> + +<p>And she tried to open the sack, but to no +purpose, for she only tore her fingers and made +them bleed, and the blood dropped down on her +frock and stained it, and she grew very hot.</p> + +<p>There was a glassy pool close by, so she knelt +down and bathed her hands and face; and as she +rose up she caught sight of herself in the pool, +and for a moment she scarcely knew herself, for +she was dressed so grandly. She had on a pink +satin gown and a white satin apron with cherry-coloured +bows, and a gauze cap, and red shoes with +gold buckles.</p> + +<p>"I wonder wherever these clothes could come +from?" she said aloud.</p> + +<p>The sack gave a roll, and whatever +might be within was evidently +trying to get out. And again she +called out—</p> + +<p>"Blanche! Blanche!"</p> + +<p>She tried to lift up the sack, for she +thought if she could drag it along +she might in time find some one +who could open it.</p> + +<p>But she found that the melancholy +boy was right, she could not move it.</p> + +<p>"And I am not likely to meet with +any one in this part of the wood."</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">IV.</p> + +<p>Some one was whistling in the distance.</p> + +<p>Belinda listened.</p> + +<p>Then she cried out, "Help! help!"</p> + +<p>The footsteps came nearer, and a +boy in a fine suit came along. As +soon as he saw Belinda he made a +low bow, and stood with his hat in +his hand.</p> + +<p>"This must be a gentleman," +thought Belinda, "or he would not +be so polite."</p> + +<p>But she did not speak.</p> + +<p>"Did you not cry out for help?" asked the +youth.</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied Belinda; "I have lost Blanche, +and I want some one to find her, and to help me +to carry this bag; for I can't lift it, and I believe +there is a prize in it."</p> + +<p>"Prize!" repeated the boy; "I should think +there was! Why this bag is full of wonderful +magic toys, and if you let them out they will search +the world over until they find anything that you +have lost. Where did you get them from?"</p> + +<p>"A boy with a bundle of corn brought the sack. +At least it wasn't a sack, but it turned into one—and——"</p> + +<p>"It must have been Oberon himself, the King +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174"></a>[Pg 174]</span> +of the Fairies, you +know, who brought the +sack to you."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" returned Belinda, "he +did say something about a +king in disguise, but I +did not believe +him."</p> + +<p>"Perhaps if you +had been +more polite," +answered +the boy, +"you would +have found +Blanche back by this time, for he knows all about +her. The Queen has carried her away because +she knocked her little pages about."</p> + +<p>"Knocked her little pages about! you are as +foolish as the other boy. But if you know so much, +pray where has the Queen hidden her?"</p> + +<p>"How should I know?" replied the boy.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear!" exclaimed Belinda, and she began +to cry again.</p> + +<p>"Do be wise," said the boy; "crying does no +good."</p> + +<p>"Wise, prize, size, disguise," murmured Belinda.</p> + +<p>"What are you saying?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing!" said Belinda.</p> + +<p>"That is not true," he answered; "you said +some words; say them again."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 441px;"> +<img src="images/i122.jpg" width="441" height="500" alt="OUT RUSHED THE TOYS." title="OUT RUSHED THE TOYS." /> +<span class="smcap">"out rushed the toys."</span> +</div> + +<p>And as Belinda repeated the words the boy lifted +up the sack quite easily, and cut the string that +fastened it, with his knife. And his clothes +changed even as Belinda's had done. He wore +now a sort of helmet with a plume of feathers in it, +and a slashed dress; and he knelt down and +opened the mouth of the sack. +Ah! was not Belinda astonished, +for out rushed the +toys—such toys—all of them +able to move about. One of +them, a man on horseback, +galloped away over a bridge, +in the distance; another ran +up the mountain with a donkey +following after him. A woman +and a little child next rushed +down into the valley, so did +a boy with a dog that did not +look like a dog running behind +him.</p> + +<p>To all of these the youth +said—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Now be kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Find, find, find!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Belinda gazed in astonishment, for never had she +seen such toys before.</p> + +<p>"Now," said the boy, as a white horse with a +cart behind it emerged from a heap of carriages +and toy soldiers, "jump in, and you and I will +drive about the world till we find Blanche."</p> + +<p>"But we can't possibly get in," returned Belinda; +"it is too small for one, certainly for two."</p> + +<p>"Do not be stupid," said the boy; "almost all +mischief comes from stupidity; get in whilst I hold +the horse."</p> + +<p>How Belinda got into the little cart she did not +know; but in it she was with the boy beside her, +and he was driving as fast as he could go. And +there was plenty of room for both.</p> + +<p>The toy soldiers had mounted their horses and +were riding behind them and at the side of them, +for the boy had said—</p> + +<p>"Mount quickly, guards."</p> + +<p>And as they went along, Belinda presently heard +the man on horseback and the woman and all the +magic toys come clattering after them as hard as +they could come.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" observed the boy; "we are on the right +path; the King has sent them after us."</p> + +<p>"The King!"</p> + +<p>"Yes; did you not see a toll-man on the +bridge?"</p> + +<p>"No," answered Belinda; but she whispered to +herself, "a king in disguise; wise, prize, size."</p> + +<p>"You are getting more sensible," said the boy, +as he drove faster and faster till the white cart-horse +seemed to turn into a race-horse, he went so +swiftly.</p> + +<p>"There will be an accident," said Belinda.</p> + +<p>And so there was, for the cart-wheel flew off, and +down went the cart, and Belinda and the boy were +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175"></a>[Pg 175]</span> +tumbled into a ditch, whence they scrambled out +and rolled down a grassy slope, on and on and on, +such a distance that Belinda felt quite giddy.</p> + +<p>"This is the end of the drive," said the boy; +"we need not trouble about the horse and cart. +Follow me."</p> + +<p>And Belinda followed him.</p> + +<p>He pushed aside the red chestnut flowers and +the sycamore branches, and as he did so all the +birds seemed to wake up, and to sing a wonderfully +beautiful song. There were nightingales singing, +though it was day, and the larks were carolling as +blithely as at early morn. As for the thrushes, +their voices were so clear that Belinda was sure she +could hear the words they were saying.</p> + +<p>Of course it was poetry, only Belinda had never +heard such beautiful poetry before.</p> + +<p>And the waterfall was singing, so was the brook, +but they sang a different song.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Lullaby, oh, lullaby!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slumbering let the maiden lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweetest dreams shall float around her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Magic blossoms shall surround her.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fairy chains shall keep her still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fairy wand ward off all ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gnat or fly shall not come nigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lullaby, oh, lullaby!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sleep, sweet maiden, fear no harm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Potent is the fairy charm."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>"Oh, boy! are they talking about Blanche?"</p> + +<p>"Hush!" said he; "come quietly."</p> + +<p>Belinda came softly, and looked where he +pointed, and would have cried out—</p> + +<p>"Blanche!"</p> + +<p>But the boy put his +hand over her mouth.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless they had +found Blanche.</p> + +<p>Yes! there she was +fast asleep on a crimson +cushion with tall white +lilies and bright poppies +and splendid foxgloves +nodding all round her and +drowsily ringing their +sweet bells; whilst a +flood of fairy light fell +over her. She looked very +happy, as though she were +having pleasant dreams.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/i125.jpg" width="500" height="348" alt="SHE WAS FAST ASLEEP." title="SHE WAS FAST ASLEEP." /> +<span class="smcap">"she was fast asleep."</span> +</div> + +<p>"Kiss her," said the +boy.</p> + +<p>And Belinda stooped +and kissed her.</p> + +<p>And then Blanche opened +wide her eyes, saying.</p> + +<p>"Where have you been?" she asked; "I have +had such a nice sleep. It all came from the foxglove."</p> + +<p>Belinda looked round to thank the boy, but +he had vanished.</p> + +<p>So had the cushion and the lilies, and the +poppies.</p> + +<p>"Why it's the old woodpath again," murmured +Belinda. "I know the place quite well. Size, +wise, prize, disguise; disguise, prize, size, wise," +she repeated; "yes, the young gentleman must +have been a king in disguise."</p> + +<p>Blanche looked surprised.</p> + +<p>"Yes, that is just what I was dreaming of. I +thought I had really quite lost you, and he brought +you to me."</p> + +<p>Perhaps the youth was Oberon; but if so, of +course he never told them.</p> + +<p>"But he must have been a great many Oberons," +Belinda went on, musing; "the melancholy packboy, +the toll-man, the young gentleman! Ah! it +is of no use thinking about it, one only gets confused."</p> + +<p>But if she had had ears to listen to fairy music, +she would have heard this song:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"Each little page<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hath lost his rage,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The punishment is o'er;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The sisters twain<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Have met again,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">To separate no more.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So 'tis decreed by Queen and King,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who now the two together bring."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="right smcap">Julia Goddard.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176"></a>[Pg 176]</span></p> + +<div class="block width350"> + +<h2><a name="Daisy_And_Dolly" id="Daisy_And_Dolly"></a>DAISY AND DOLLY.</h2> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 46px; height: 76px;"> +<img src="images/i126.jpg" width="46" height="76" alt="B" title="B" /> +</div> +<p><br /> +<span class="smcap">eneath</span> the poplars' leafy screen<br /> +<span class="two">The shade is cool and sweet,<br /></span> +Where Daisy sits like any queen—<br /> +<span class="two">The sunbeams kiss her feet,<br /></span> +Steal round the border of her dress,<br /> +And one white dimpled arm caress.<br /> +<br /> +She holds her dainty parasol<br /> +<span class="two">Above her playmate's head,<br /></span> +Lest the hot sun should touch her doll,<br /> +<span class="two">And fade the lovely red<br /></span> +In dolly's rosy cheek that lies,<br /> +Or dim her beautiful blue eyes.<br /> +<br /> +She weaves a pretty dream, I know,<br /> +<span class="two">All in the garden shady,<br /></span> +How dolly was, long, long ago,<br /> +<span class="two">A little fairy lady,<br /></span> +And held her court on a green, green knoll,<br /> +Ere she became a mortal doll.<br /> +<br /> +She thinks her blue-eyed pet knows all<br /> +<span class="two">The solemn words she speaks,<br /></span> +And feels the kisses soft that fall<br /> +<span class="two">Upon her mouth and cheeks:<br /></span> +And often when I see the two<br /> +I wish I were the doll—don't you?<br /> +</p> + +<p class="right smcap">r.</p> + +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey" id="Stories_Told_In_Westminster_Abbey"></a>STORIES TOLD IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.</h2> + +<h4><i>By</i> <span class="smcap">Edwin Hodder</span> ("<span class="smcap">Old Merry</span>").</h4> + +<h4>III.—ROYAL FUNERALS IN THE ABBEY.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap127"><span class="dropcap">O</span></span><br /><span class="smcap">n</span> the occasion of our last visit +to the Abbey, I told you a little +about the coronations that +have taken place within its +walls, and apart from the +venerable fane itself, the principal +object connected with +that long chain of events was +the antique royal chair, standing +in the Chapel of Edward the Confessor. +Returning to the same spot, we will now look +around us, and we soon see that we are in the +midst of a burying-place of English kings. Sebert +and his Queen Ethelgoda have their monument +beside the gate at the entrance to the chapels; +but there is no authentic account of a funeral +here before that of Edward the Confessor, whose +ashes, after three removals, repose in the shrine +close beside us.</p> + +<p>It was on January 5th, 1066, just after the consecration +of his beautiful new Abbey, that the soul of +St. Edward passed away. Englishmen were filled +with gloomy forebodings at the event. Crowds +flocked to see the body as it lay in the palace, with +an unearthly smile on its rosy cheeks, and with the +long thin fingers interlaced across the bosom.</p> + +<p>Then, attired in royal robes, and bedecked with +crown, crucifix, and golden chain, they laid the +remains before the High Altar of the Abbey. His +wife Edith was afterwards laid beside him. After the +Conquest, royal personages for a time were buried +in Normandy, till "the good Queen Maud," the wife +of Henry I. and niece of Edgar Atheling, was laid +beside the Confessor. In rebuilding the Abbey, +Henry III. provided a new shrine, to which the +remains of the now canonised Edward were removed, +and in which (except for a short time) they +have since remained.</p> + +<p>Behind the shrine the king placed some holy +relics, including a tooth of St. Athanasius, and a +stone said to show a footprint of our Lord. For fifty +years Henry watched his new Abbey growing to +completion, and determined it should be the burying-place +of himself and the Plantagenet line. He +was laid temporarily in the place from which +the Confessor's bones had been taken. His son +Edward I., returning from the Holy Land, brought +home porphyry, slates, and precious marbles +to build the tomb to which Henry's body was +transferred about twenty years after his death. +The Abbess of Fontevrault was then in London, +and the late king's heart was delivered into her +hands to be deposited in the foreign home of the +Plantagenets.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177"></a>[Pg 177]</span></p> + +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 371px;"> +<img src="images/i129.jpg" width="371" height="500" alt="DAISY AND DOLLY." title="DAISY AND DOLLY." /> +<span class="smcap">"daisy and dolly."</span> (<i>See</i> <a href="#Page_176"><i>p.</i> 176</a>). +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178"></a>[Pg 178]</span> +Henceforward many royal personages were +brought to be buried near the Confessor's shrine; +but I shall only mention the more prominent. +When Queen Eleanor died in 1291, the course of +the funeral <i>cortége</i> from Lincoln to London was +marked by twelve memorial crosses, and the +Abbots of Westminster were bound to have a +hundred wax lights burning round her grave for +ever on the anniversary of her death. In 1307, after +having placed in the Confessor's Chapel the golden +crown of the last Welsh Prince, Llewellyn, and the +Stone of Fate from Scotland, Edward I. was himself +brought here to lie beneath the rough monument, +from which it was hoped that, in accordance +with his dying wish, his bones might at some time +be taken and carried through Scotland at the head +of a conquering army.</p> + +<p>In 1394, Richard II. buried here his beloved +Queen Anne, the friend of the followers of Wickliffe. +The palace of Sheen in which she died was destroyed +by her sorrowing husband, and immense +sums were spent on her funeral. For asking to +go away before the ceremony was completed, the +Earl of Arundel was struck on the head with a +cane by the king, and brought to the ground with +his blood flowing on to the Abbey pavement. The +affair caused so much delay, that darkness came on +before all was over. The tomb that covers her +remains was intended by her husband for both, +but whether Richard II. sleeps in the tomb that +bears his name or not must remain a matter of +doubt. Henry IV. brought a corpse from Pontefract +to Langley, and Henry V. transferred it to this +tomb; but few believed it to be really the body of +the murdered king.</p> + +<p>England had never seen a grander royal funeral +than that of Henry V. He died at Vincennes, and +with great pomp his body was brought by Paris +to London. At every stage between Dover and +London, and again at St. Paul's, and at the Abbey, +funeral services were performed. The closing +scenes were very impressive, as the funeral car, +amidst a blaze of torches borne by hundreds of +surpliced priests, and followed by his three +favourite chargers, came up the nave to the altar +steps. Room for the tomb was made by clearing +away the holy relics behind the Confessor's shrine. +Here was placed the magnificent piece of workmanship, +which we now behold, a tomb below, and +above a chantry, in which for a year thirty poor +persons were to read the Psalter of the Virgin and +special prayers for the repose of Henry's soul. At +the back of the chantry hung the king's indented +helmet (in all probability the one worn at Agincourt), +his shield, and his saddle. In the arch +beneath lies the headless effigy of Henry, the silver +head having been carried off when Henry VIII. +was robbing the churches.</p> + +<p>Henry VI. was very fond of the Abbey. He +chose a place for his tomb, and even paid the first +instalment for its erection, in readiness for his +own demise. But the civil wars hindered its completion; +and I have already told you how Henry +VII. meant to raise a special chapel for him and +altered his mind.</p> + +<p>We will pass on now into the Chapel of Henry +VII., the grand mausoleum of a race of kings, +who looked back (as Stanley points out) not to +Saxon Edward, but to British Arthur, as their great +ancestor. A gloomy porch conducts us into a +blaze of splendour. Walls, ceilings, and arches are +richly decorated; the "stone seems by the cunning +labours of the chisel (says Washington Irving) to +have been robbed of its weight and density, suspended +aloft as if by magic." Nobody seems to +be quite sure who was the architect of this beautiful +piece of workmanship. The king lavished +vast sums of money on the costly edifice, and left +plenty with the abbot for its completion after his +death. And in the stalls monks were to sing +masses for the repose of his soul, "while the world +lasts."</p> + +<p>In April, 1509, Henry died, and was placed beside +his Queen, Elizabeth of York, in the great vault +beneath the chapel floor. His mother, Margaret, +Countess of Richmond, was brought here three +months afterwards, of whom it was said, "Everyone +that knew her loved her, and everything that she +said or did became her." She endowed charities, +founded colleges, ended the civil wars by marrying +her son to Elizabeth of York, and protected Caxton +in his early labours.</p> + +<p>At the Reformation there was a carrying off of +relics, a rifling of tombs, and a temporary disturbance +of the Confessor's bones. But the royal +tombs saved the Abbey from destruction, although +Protector Somerset was on the point of pulling it +down to build his new palace in the Strand. +Edward VI. was buried here, and Anne of Cleves, +and then, in 1558, came Queen Mary, the last +English monarch interred with Roman Catholic +solemnities. In the same tomb reposes her sister +Elizabeth, at whose funeral the national mourning +was intense. An old chronicler tells us that, as her +coffin was borne through the streets crowded with +spectators, "there was such a general sighing, groaning, +and weeping, as the like hath not been seen or +known in the memory of man; neither doth any +history mention any people, time, or state, to make +like lamentation for the death of their sovereign." +The tomb was raised above the two sisters by +James I. He also raised the monument to his +mother, Mary Queen of Scots, in the south aisle, +and had her body removed to it from Peterborough. +Devout Scots visited this tomb, as the +shrine of a saint, and many miracles were said to +have taken place here.</p> + +<p>In the north aisle of this chapel, beside two +infant children of James I., are the remains of the +murdered princes brought from the Tower. In +the south aisle lies Henry Frederick, Prince of +Wales, of whom such high hopes were entertained. +Two thousand mourners swelled his funeral procession, +but no monument marks his resting-place. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179"></a>[Pg 179]</span> +Three years later the corpse of Arabella Stuart, +the king's cousin, whom some would have put in +his place, was brought up the Thames from the +Tower at midnight, and placed without ceremony +in the tomb of Mary, Queen of Scots. James I. +came here in 1625 and was laid in the tomb +of Henry VII.</p> + +<p>Under the Commonwealth the royal monuments +suffered no harm; their dilapidations date (as we +have said) from Henry VIII's time. The mother, +sister, and favourite daughter of Cromwell were +buried here; the great Protector himself was interred +in the august Chapel of Henry VII. amongst +the royal dead. For two months the body lay in +state at Somerset House in a room hung with black, +and lit with innumerable black candles. Then +there was a grand procession, a magnificent hearse, +and the usual ceremonies of a royal funeral. +On the 30th of January, 1661, Cromwell, Ireton, +and Bradshaw were dragged from their tombs to +Tyburn, and there hanged and beheaded. Their +bodies were buried beneath the gallows, and their +heads set up over Westminster Hall.</p> + +<p>Charles I. was to have been brought from +Windsor to a grand tomb in the Abbey, but +Charles II. applied the £70,000 voted for this +purpose to other uses, and the matter dropped. +This king's funeral was a hurried affair—it took +place at night without pomp of any kind. To the +same narrow vault was brought William III. Mary, +after her death on December 28th, 1694, had been +interred here—"one of the saddest days," says +Macaulay, "that Westminster had ever seen." +She was the first English sovereign who was +followed to her grave by both Houses of Parliament, +as in other cases Parliament had expired +with the sovereign.</p> + +<p>Eleven children of James II. and eighteen +children of Queen Anne lie around the tomb of +Mary, Queen of Scots. Queen Anne herself was +brought in a coffin more enormous than that which +inclosed the gigantic frame of her husband, Prince +George, to the vault of her sister Mary. George II. +and Queen Caroline repose in a black marble +sarcophagus in the centre of the Chapel of +Henry VII. And now Westminster Abbey ceased +to be a burial-place of English kings and +queens. George III. constructed a vault at +Windsor for himself and his numerous family, +and there his descendants have been interred.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_September" id="The_Childrens_Own_Garden_In_September"></a>THE CHILDREN'S OWN GARDEN IN SEPTEMBER.</h2> + +<p><span class="dropcap135"><span class="dropcap">T</span></span><span class="smcap">he</span> month of September is one of even +more fickle and changeable a nature than +most others; it is, however, one of very +great importance to those who are desirous +of securing plenty of geranium and other +cuttings, for the next summer's work; because, +should the month by chance happen to be a dry +one, it will be almost impossible to obtain very +many in consequence of so little growth being +made. If, on the other hand, plenty of rain fall +during the latter part of August and throughout +September growth will be made both rapidly and +vigorously, whereby cuttings can be taken almost +<i>ad infinitum</i>. When the weather is of a congenial +nature, perhaps few months in the year are more +enjoyable in one's garden than that of September.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>The present month is the best one in which to +consider the various effects—good or bad—which +have been secured by growing certain plants in +juxta-position with others. All incongruities or +extremes arising from misplaced judgment or +uncertain taste should be at once noted in a +pocket-book reserved exclusively for gardening +notes, comments, &c. It is ever so much easier +to determine the proper positions of various +colours, and situations of certain plants, when they +are at the perfection of their beauty, than it is to +allot them to certain imaginary quarters on plans, +however skilfully drawn up, in winter. Indeed, it +may be stated without reservation, that the only +satisfactory means of insuring an harmonious +blending and contrast of colours is by comparing +the relative position which one plant of a certain +colour and habit should occupy to another and +different plant, when growth is perfected.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>Most bedding plants can be induced to continue +flowering for a considerable period longer, if deprived +of their seed-vessels so soon as these are +formed, than they would otherwise do; geraniums, +more especially. Not only does it hasten their +decay to allow seeds to ripen, but materially enfeebles +the entire plant. It is wise to secure as +much beauty as is possible just now from your +gardens, as a single and unexpected frosty night +will destroy almost everything; nothing is more +ephemeral than floral beauty.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>As last month, the chief attractions in the garden +will be dahlias and hollyhocks; fine displays of roses + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180"></a>[Pg 180]</span> + +often delight us throughout the autumnal months, +and the last rose of summer charms us quite as +much as the first one of spring. Rose-cuttings may +still be taken, and those inserted last month should +by this time be well-rooted plants, if properly +treated, and must at once undergo a process of +being gradually hardened off to the open air. +Growing rose-shoots, having plenty of buds, must +be carefully tied in. As regards very strong-growing +plants which will need keeping within bounds, +the operation of cutting them back requires the +very greatest care, and our readers should get a +practical gardener, if possible, to point out those +which need trimming, and those to be left alone. +Most young people possessing a knife generally +commence sundry manœuvres on the first plant or +tree within reach, and generally with very disastrous +results. Trimming and pruning of all sorts should, +therefore, be only done by practical hands, and then +the life of the plant will be in pretty safe keeping.</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>Dahlias will require plenty of attention until +frost commences its havocs; shoots will need +thinning, and the branches must be secured to stout +stakes firmly placed in the earth; autumnal winds +wreak great destruction among such branches as +are insecurely made fast, and a number of handsome +blooms are thus destroyed without coming to +perfection. Insects are very fond of infesting +dahlias, and their depredations must be guarded +against. Hollyhocks, if entirely free from disease, +will still be handsome objects, but their beauty will +be somewhat on the wane; seeds may be saved from +the best flowers, and should be sown at once in +a pan of light sandy soil, and placed in a cold +frame. Rooted layers of carnations of all sorts +and of every section should now be planted out +into a rich light soil, or, what is more preferable, +two can be placed in a 5-inch or 6-inch pot, and +wintered thus under glass. Asters of various +kinds, such as Chinese and German, will now +be in full beauty, and where large single flower-heads +are a desideratum, only two or three must be +allowed beyond the bud stage. Asters are among +the prettiest of autumn flowers, and for children's +gardens we would recommend what are known as +"Dwarf Bouquet."</p> + +<p class="center mono">* *<br /> * </p> + +<p>The present month is the one during which all +tender or half-hardy plants used in summer +gardening are "housed," or removed to their +winter quarters under glass. It is courting failure +to allow such plants as chrysanthemums, auriculas, +geraniums, and many others, to be exposed to the +influence of cold, frosty nights, as when the "fell +destroyer" commences to exert its power all plants +touched by it rapidly decay. Gladioli will now +be clothed in the full glory of their gaudy, but +handsome dress; they are comparatively easy to +manage in well-drained spots, and being such +continuous bloomers, at least three or four or +even half a dozen should be in every small garden. +In winter they must be covered by about six inches +of litter; but in cold and ill-drained soils it will be +safer to take the roots up during October, keeping +these in a dry situation until the following spring.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class="block width650"> + +<h2><a name="Legends_Of_The_Flowers" id="Legends_Of_The_Flowers"></a>LEGENDS OF THE FLOWERS.</h2> + +<h4>THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL.</h4> + +<div class="figleft1" style="width: 77px; height: 70px;"> +<img src="images/i139a.jpg" width="77" height="70" alt="W" title="W" /> +</div> +<p> +<span class="smcap">hen</span> skies are bright and winter's o'er,<br /> +And leaves and flowers return once more,<br /> +A little blossom 'mongst the grass<br /> +Peeps at wayfarers as they pass.<br /> +<br /> +'Mongst gayer buds of larger size<br /> +It modest opes its purple eyes;<br /> +And those who love the flowers know well<br /> +The little Scarlet Pimpernel.<br /> +</p> +<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> +<img src="images/i139b.jpg" width="300" height="262" alt="The Scarlet Pimpernel" title="The Scarlet Pimpernel" /> +</div> +<p> +It hath a story of its own,<br /> +That unto country-folk is known;<br /> +For Nature's hand hath given it strange<br /> +Perception of the weather's change.<br /> +<br /> +If clear will be the day, and fair,<br /> +It opens wide its petals rare;<br /> +But if the clouds should threaten rain,<br /> +It shuts them up quite close again.<br /> +<br /> +The shepherds love the little flower<br /> +That tells them of the changeful hour,<br /> +And many a one asks, "Tell me, pray,<br /> +What weather there will be to-day."<br /> +<br /> +And so in time another name,<br /> +In honour of its rare gift, came;<br /> +And the wee blossom 'mongst the grass<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Music_Page" id="Our_Music_Page"></a>Our Music Page.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 580px;"> +<img src="images/i140.jpg" width="580" height="821" alt="Music - Let's Away to the Woods by Charles Bassett" title="Music - Let's Away to the Woods by Charles Bassett" /> +</div> + +<p><i>Let's away to the Woods.</i></p> + +<p><i>In moderate time.</i></p> + +<p><i>Words and Music by</i> <span class="smcap">Charles Bassett.</span></p> + +<p>1. The tints of the trees are mellowing down From their summer green to a russet brown, And +many a harvest is over and past, For Autumn has chas'd away Summer at last.</p> + +<p>2. The summer's warm glow has not died from the land, But is seen and felt upon ev'ry hand; From the +orchard where apples hang ripe on the trees, To the thicket where nuts nod and dance in the breeze.</p> + +<p>3. The birds sweetly sing as they soar in the sky, And the squirrels frisk in the branches high; And it +makes me as happy and merry as they To roam in the woods on a bright autumn day.</p> + +<p>Then away, let's away to the woods, Where the nuts and blackberries grow, Where the flow'rs at our feet send forth +fragrance sweet--To the woods, to the woods let us go!... To the woods let us go!....</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Editors_Pocketbook" id="The_Editors_Pocketbook"></a>The Editor's Pocket-book.</h2> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i141.jpg" width="600" height="277" alt="The Editor's Pocket-Book Jottings and Pencillings Here, There and Everywhere" title="The Editor's Pocket-Book Jottings and Pencillings Here, There and Everywhere" /> +</div> + +<h4>Who were the Janizaries?</h4> + +<p>About 1330 the Sultan Orkhan formed a military +force out of Christian prisoners who had been +compelled to become Mohammedans, and to these +was given the name of Janizaries, from two Turkish +words meaning new troops. A few years later they +were more regularly organised, and granted special +privileges, their number being increased to 10,000. +Though for a time their ranks continued to be recruited +from Christian prisoners, the service began, +at length, to attract young Turks. Their chief +officer, called the <i>aga</i>, wielded almost unlimited +power. They fought on foot and were noted for +the impetuosity of their charge. In course of time +they manifested a rebellious spirit, often being the +cause of conspiracies, riots, atrocities, and assassinations +of rulers, statesmen, and high officials, and +ultimately they grew to be more formidable to +the Sultan than even foreign foes. Attempts to +disband them were unsuccessful till Sultan Mahmoud +II. finding himself opposed by them in 1826, +managed to excite against them the fanatical zeal +of other portions of his troops. Deserted by their +<i>aga</i> and other officers, they were utterly crushed, +their barracks were burned, and their force was +declared, on June 17, 1826, to be for ever dissolved. +It is estimated that 15,000 of them were executed +and more than 20,000 banished. In this way this +once famous body of men was extinguished.</p> + +<h4>A Canine Guide.</h4> + +<p>A Lincolnshire farmer has a dog that for +practical wisdom will compare favourably with most +men. Should its master leave anything—such as a +stick or gloves—on the farm, he has but to make +known by a sign the fact of his loss when off the +dog will trudge, and not come home till it has +found the missing article. It will permit a well-dressed +man to enter the farm-yard by day, but +should a beggar put in an appearance this respecter +of persons will gently seize him by his clothes and +see him safely off the premises. By night, however, +all strangers approach at their peril. The farmer's +sister lives on the adjoining farm, communication +between the two farms being obtained by means +of a single plank across the deep ditch that +separates them. Sometimes the farmer's children +want to visit their aunt, and they are always +entrusted to the care of the dog. It marshals +them in a small troop, conducts them to the bridge, +where a halt is called. The bairns are then taken +over one by one, doggie seizing hold from behind +of the child's dress. It then waits for the return +journey and escorts them home in the same way.</p> + +<h4>The Taming of Bucephalus.</h4> + +<p>Bucephalus, the famous steed of Alexander the +Great, is said to have been broken in in the following +manner. The horse was so fierce and unmanageable +that no one would ride it. It had +broken one man's neck, another man's leg, and +seriously injured several others. An animal with +such a reputation no doubt excited a good deal of +attention, and Alexander was one day watching it +in the Hippodrome or Circus, when it struck him +that the horse was rendered ungovernable by fear +of its own shadow. Accordingly he mounted it, +and running it against the sun—so that its shadow +fell behind—in due time succeeded in thoroughly +subduing it. Tradition stated that through being +the first to break in Bucephalus—which became +his favourite charger—Alexander had fulfilled the +condition which had been declared by an oracle to +be necessary to his gaining the crown of Macedon.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p> + +<h4>The Price of a Picture by Landseer.</h4> + +<p>Sir Edwin Landseer's magnificent stag-picture +called, "The Monarch of the Glen," and well +known all over the world from engravings, was +recently exposed to auction, when it fetched the +enormous price of £6,510. It is said that the +painter sold it off his easel for 800 guineas. The +bidding at the sale began at £2,000, and by bids of +one hundred guineas reached £4,000, at which +price it was hoped that it might have been secured +for the National Gallery. The competition, however, +continued beyond that sum, until the picture +was sold for 6,200 guineas. Only one other picture +by Landseer has brought a higher price—namely, +the famous Polar Bear subject, "Man proposes, +but God disposes," which realised £6,615.</p> + +<h4>"Ignoramus."</h4> + +<p>As commonly used nowadays this term is equivalent +to "dunce," but it was originally employed +as a law term. It is a Latin word, and literally +translated means, "we do not know." In former +days when a grand jury considered that a bill or +indictment was not supported by sufficient evidence +to prove the need for a trial, they wrote the word +"ignoramus" on the back of it, signifying that +they rejected it. The words used in present practice +are simply "not a true bill," or "not found." +But in course of time the old Latin term was made +serviceable, as we have seen, in a new way.</p> + +<h4>Saved by South Sea Islanders.</h4> + +<p>Considering the reputation that most of the +South Sea Islands used to enjoy for cannibalistic +practices, it is pleasing to read that the natives of +one of the isles in the Marshall group in the South +Pacific Ocean rescued the crew of a vessel wrecked +near Ujaal Island. A number of natives went in +their boats to the wreck and took off the crew and +a lady passenger, conveying them to an island some +fifteen miles from the spot where the ship was +lost, and treating them with great kindness. +Tents were erected out of the sails of the wrecked +vessel, which were removed for the purpose.</p> + +<h4>A Strange Vow.</h4> + +<p>Not long since there died in a workhouse in +Southwark a pedlar who used to sell odds-and-ends +on a tray on London Bridge, and who pretended +to be deaf and dumb. It is said that, though +clothed in rags, he was a Swiss gentleman of +means who, stung by remorse, had vowed not to +open his lips for ten years, to go bareheaded and +barefooted, and to abandon for twenty years all +the advantages of his fortune. His vow was +rigidly kept, and at the period of his death he was +in the fourteenth year of his singular penance.</p> + +<h4>Honour among Cats.</h4> + +<p>Seeing that pussy is by no means friendly to +birds, it is rather gratifying to hear of a cat that was +entrusted with the care of a shopful of birds and +was true to her trust. She was shut in the shop for +the purpose of doing battle with such rats and +mice as might put in an appearance; and discharged +this duty with signal success. Yet though it may +have been—at first at any rate—a sore trial to +her to keep her paws off the birds, she was able to +resist every temptation to gratify her natural tastes, +and might even have been seen quietly snoozing on +the top of one of the cages.</p> + +<h4>Memory in Parrots.</h4> + +<p>These birds have retentive memories. A parrot +that belonged to a lady recognised a black servant +after three years' absence. Another bird was so +fierce that no one in the house liked to touch it, +but it would allow a lady visitor to handle it with +impunity. It was at last given away, as its ill temper +seemed incurable. About three years later this +lady called upon a friend, when a parrot in the +corner of the room became greatly excited. As it +was generally very quiet in its demeanour, its +mistress remarked the unusual behaviour, but her +visitor on going up to the cage recognised her old +friend of the savage disposition, which had not +forgotten her. When she spoke to it the bird was +much pleased, and came on to her hand and +fondled her.</p> + +<h4>The Clock-tower in Darmstadt Palace.</h4> + +<p>The residential palace in Darmstadt, where +Queen Victoria made a brief stay in the spring of +this year, has a clock-tower the chimes in which +discourse sweet music four times every hour. At +the first quarter they strike up a verse of the +stirring "Watch on the Rhine;" at the half-hour +the familiar notes of "God save the Queen" fall +upon the listener's ear; at the third quarter an air +from the well-known opera of the "Marriage of +Figaro," enlivens the palace; while the hour is +hailed with the bridal chorus from Wagner's +"Lohengrin."</p> + +<h4>Oiling the Waves.</h4> + +<p>During the last two or three years a good deal +has been heard of experiments for calming an +angry sea by pouring oil upon the troubled +waters. This has been proved to have a marked +effect, but it is interesting to note that the idea is +by no means new. In 1844 experiments were +made in the North Sea, with a view to test this +special property, and though several gallons were +used on the occasion, no diminution of their rage +was noticed in the waves. Captain Wilkes, however, +the commander of the United States Exploring +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> +Expedition in the Antarctic Ocean, 1838-42, observed +that the oil leaking from a whaler had a +stilling influence upon the sea. And this quite +agrees with the result of nearly, if not all, recent +trials.</p> + +<h4>Spider Knicknacks.</h4> + +<p>A large trade is done at Santa Barbara, in South +California, in the preparation of stuffed specimens +of a big, ugly, vicious, poisonous spider. Cards +decorated with these insect monsters are readily +bought by tourists, by museums, and by science +schools. This spider excites great curiosity on +account of the nest with trap-door which it +constructs with much skill, but though its native +valleys abound +with countless +numbers of the +homes and tunnels, +yet hardly +a living spider +can be seen. It +is for this reason, +doubtless, that +the demand for +stuffed specimens +is so considerable +as to +engage wholesale +merchants +as well as retail +shopkeepers in +meeting its supply.</p> + +<h4>An Affectionate Dog.</h4> + +<p>Early this year, a lady died in New York. She +had had a Skye terrier as a pet for twelve years, +and during the two months of her illness it remained +by her bed. After the funeral it took up +its old position by the bed, refusing to eat. A few +days afterwards it found a pair of its mistress's +shoes which had been thrown out of doors. The +faithful animal brought them in its mouth to the +bedroom, placed them on the floor, laid its fore +paws and head across them, and continued in +this position for several hours. Early one morning +its mournful cries aroused the household, and +exactly a week, to the very hour, after its mistress's +death, the poor terrier expired beside the bed, its +head and paws still resting on the cast-off shoes. +This story shows how keenly some animals feel the +loss of those who have treated them kindly.</p> + +<h4>A Sagacious Cavalry Horse.</h4> + +<p>Some weeks since a gentleman was knocked +down by a cab in a busy street in London, and +owed his escape from what might have proved a +fatal accident to the sagacity of the horse by which +the cab was driven. The hansom cab was going +along at an ordinary pace, and the gentleman (who +carried a bundle of papers) tried to pass it. In +doing so he was knocked down, his papers were +scattered, and he was himself in imminent danger +of being run over, as the driver did not notice the +accident in time to pull up. The horse, however, +happened to be an old cavalry horse, and it neatly +stepped over the prostrate body of the gentleman +and stopped just as the wheels of the vehicle +had reached his body. The gentleman was then +dragged from his perilous position, much shaken +and frightened, but in other respects uninjured.</p> + +<h4>What is a Nabob?</h4> + +<p>You have +now and again +met with the +phrase, "rich +as a nabob," +and have perhaps +wondered +what a nabob +had to do with +riches. I will +tell you. Under +the Mogul Empire +the provinces +of India +were administered +by deputies +called <i>nawâb</i>, +who commonly amassed great wealth and lived in +much splendour. The title was used under British +rule, but became gradually corrupted into <i>nabob</i>. In +course of time it was applied generally to all +natives who had grown rich, and latterly it +was bestowed—more often in a derisive sense—upon +Europeans who, having made large fortunes +in India, returned to their native land and spent +their money in a luxurious and ostentatious way.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 375px;"> +<img src="images/i146.jpg" width="375" height="232" alt="ACTIVE VOLCANO IN RÉUNION" title="ACTIVE VOLCANO IN RÉUNION" /> +<p class="center smcap">active volcano in réunion</p> +</div> + +<h4>A Curious Volcano.</h4> + +<p>Most active volcanoes have nothing very remarkable +about them so far as the discharge of lava is +concerned. In the Isle of Bourbon or Réunion, +which lies in the Indian Ocean, there is, however, a +volcano which is in a state of eruption twice every +year. It occupies about one-sixth of the whole +island, it often changes its crater, and the streams +of lava sometimes reach to the sea. The surrounding +district is called the Burned Land, from the +desert aspect which it always wears. From the +accompanying picture it will be seen that this +volcano occasionally has several sources of lava.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society" id="The_Little_Folks_Humane_Society"></a>The "Little Folks" Humane Society.</h2> + +<h3><i>THIRTY-FIRST LIST OF OFFICERS AND MEMBERS.</i></h3> + +<p><i>Officers' Names are printed in Small Capital Letters, and the Names of their Members are printed beneath. Where a short line, thus "——," +is printed, the end of an Officer's List is indicated.</i></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="name_list"> +<tr><td></td><td align="right">AGE</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44278 A. M. M. Weeks</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44279 Frank George</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44280 E. M. Hilling</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44281 Annie Ball</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44282 Herbert Kitchener, Islington, L</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44283 James Baker</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44284 Fredk. Morley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44285 Charles Russell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44286 George Freeman</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44287 Ernest West</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44288 Edward Frayer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44289 Albert Logsdon</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44290 William West</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44291 W. J. Thomas</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44292 Joseph Thomas</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44293 W. Nicholls</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44294 Walter F. Turner</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44295 Stanley Kingston</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44296 John Mitchell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44297 Alfred Wright</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44298 S. Kitchener</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44299 Joseph Taylor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44300 Alfred Alley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44301 Mark Rapson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44302 William Fansett</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44303 R. Archer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44304 Edwin Pearce</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44305 J. Cooper</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44306 Harry Snow</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44307 Harry Dawkins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44308 George Wheeler</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44309 James Green</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44310 Robt. Couchman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44311 W. Cowling</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44312 C. Hardingham</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44313 James Cons</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44314 George Beaven</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44315 R. Kingston</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44316 Fred Marle</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44317 Alfred Archer</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44318 George Moss</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44319 Fredk. Follett</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44320 Fredk. Baker</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44321 Charles Barnicott</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44322 H. Matthews</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44323 William Ellis</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44324 Herbert Tubbs</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44325 John Keuleman</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44326 William Croxford</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44327 Thos. Kingston</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44328 James Sturman</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44329 Henry Nicholls</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44330 H. Tissington</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44331 Charles Taylor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44332 <span class="smcap">Geo. E. Ogle</span>, Brighton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44333 Nellie Child</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44334 Florence A. Moss</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44335 K. Padwick</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44336 Adelaide M. Ogle</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44337 Mary C. Clark</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44338 Walter Payne</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44339 W. Padwick</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44340 Hy. Clark</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44341 N. E. Newman</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44342 George R. Mills</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44343 Emily Mills</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44344 Amy Mills</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44345 Kate M. Ogle</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44346 Emily Cousins</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44347 Grace Pyne</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44348 A. Hollingdale</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44349 George Pollard</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44350 Laura B. Godfree</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44351 Ellen Ogle</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44352 Ada Pyne</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44353 William A. Ogle</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44354 Annie Webber</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44355 Helen Perrin</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44356 Harry Perrin</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44357 Alice Webber</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44358 Albert L. Carter</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44359 Fredk. W. Mills</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44360 Alfred Pelling</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44361 G. Hollingdale</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44362 Elizabeth Scott</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44363 Alma Collis</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44364 Emma Heryet</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44365 Emma Tull</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44366 Agnes Scott</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44367 Albert Gearing</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44368 Arthur F. Parker</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44369 James Simmons</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44370 Violet M. Moss</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44371 George Webber</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44372 Geo. P. Newman</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44373 G. T. Swaffield</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44374 James French</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44375 Agnes Prudden</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44376 E. Mattheson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44377 Charles Sier</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44378 Augusta Prudden</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44379 V. Cummings</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44380 <span class="smcap">Charlotte A. Crossman</span>, Limehouse</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44381 Fanny E. Jones</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44382 Alice Fetter</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44383 Edna G. Pattison</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44384 E. E. Fullick</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44385 Margaret Clark</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44386 Florence E. Davis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44387 Julia Page</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44388 Laura A. Young</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44389 Sarah Crawley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44390 L. M. Crossman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44391 Margt. Scruton</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44392 Jane Crossman</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44393 Florence Peck</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44394 F. A. Bowers</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44395 Ada E. Craddock</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44396 Elizab. A. Gibbs</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44397 E. M. Buckman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44398 Ada Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44399 Phœbe Povey</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44400 Maud Curno</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44401 Ethel Pattison</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44402 Ann A. Halcrow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44403 Rose A. Jordan</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44404 Charlotte Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44405 H. J. D. Webb</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44406 E. J. Harper</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44407 E. M. Perkins</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44408 Alice Hubbard</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44409 Alice Webb</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44410 William Jordan</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44411 E. Hutchison</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44412 Emma Speaight</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44413 Kate Moate</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44414 A. E. Drayson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44415 Rosa G. Webb</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44416 A. F. Bennett</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44417 Blanche Childs</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44418 C. C. Pettersson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44419 Amy L. Hicks</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44420 Emily Cameron</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44421 Sarah P. Findley</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44422 Marion Cameron</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44423 Nellie Wardle</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44424 Alice Bowller</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44425 Emily Bennett</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44426 A. Whittenbury</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44427 E. Whittenbury</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44428 Annie Pitter</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44429 A. C. Ohlsen</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44430 Florence Crispe</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44431 Edith Larter</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44432 <span class="smcap">Amy Weller</span>, Poplar</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44433 Florence Bull</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44434 M. C. Stupple</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44435 Sophia Osborn</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44436 M. M. Mackrow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44437 H. A. Christmas</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44438 Rachel Bull</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44439 Ann Priest</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44440 Elizabth. Holmes</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44441 Eliza E. West</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44442 H. Wiseman</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44443 Annie Sherlock</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44444 Florence Barrett</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44445 Louisa Price</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44446 Wm. Southgate</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44447 Thomas Osborn</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44448 Sarah Seward</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44449 Alice M. Devine</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44450 Louisa Huggins</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44451 F. H. Terrey</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44452 Ada Gordon</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44453 E. Southgate</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44454 A. E. Hubbard</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44455 Matilda Wattson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44456 Ernest Pattison</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44457 Beatrice Burrow</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44458 Mary Wesson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44459 Alice Looker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44460 Elsie Woodley</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44461 Walter Osborn</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44462 F. E. J. Hubbard</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44463 Rosina Ricketts</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44464 Amy Loaring</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44465 Mary Straiton</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44466 Elizbth. Ballard</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44467 B. L. McLean</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44468 Gertrd. M. Ford</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44469 Elizbth. Harrold</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44470 Wm. R. Ricketts</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44471 Wm. A. Perkins</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44472 Thomas Webb</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44473 Ellen M. Webb</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44474 W. H. Christmas</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44475 E. M. Wilkerson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44476 Lea L. Christmas</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44477 Elizabeth Osborn</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44478 Esther J. Gill</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44479 Sarah A. Wesson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44480 A. C. Houlding</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44481 Josaphin Popham</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44482 Clara Bull</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44483 F. H. Ricketts</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44484 Agnes Stedman</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44485 B. Hattersley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44486 Elizabth. Burrow</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44487 Emily Taylor</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44488 Janet Bright</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44489 E. C. S. Seward</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44490 Hannah Skelton</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44491 Bertha Kellman</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44492 Charlotte Barrett</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44493 <span class="smcap">Florce. Gales</span>, Bow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44494 Edith Fowler</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44495 Hugh Hay</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44496 Catherine Watson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44497 Fanny Jones</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44498 Annie Hunter</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44499 Eliza Mitchell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44500 Mary A. Williams</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44501 Maud M. Fowler</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44502 F. A. Weller</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44503 Louisa Fowler</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44504 Jemima Wesson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44505 Ada H. Hubbard</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44506 Annie Godfrey</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44507 Charlotte Pitt</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44508 Bertha E. Fowler</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44509 Ellen Manhire</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44510 Chas. Ayscough</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44511 Clara Payne</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44512 Thos. Goodfellow</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44513 E. S. Lowery</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44514 C. Hancock</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44515 Kate Whiteway</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44516 William J. Lowis</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44517 Ada Pennell</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44518 Dorothy A. Noble</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44519 Clara Richardson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44520 Isabella Hay</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44521 Minnie Keable</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44522 Maggie Hay</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44523 Mary A. Osborn</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44524 Margaret Cole</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44525 M. McDonald</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44526 Eliza Whiteway</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44527 Alice Rushbrook</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44528 Clara Gales</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44529 Henry A. Lewis</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44530 Caroline Stride</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44531 Albert Weller</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44532 Ada Gales</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44533 Sarah Eagle</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44534 Alice Stafford</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44535 Florence Fenney</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44536 Elizabh. Wiseman</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44537 Edith I. Gales</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44538 Albert J. Cutting</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44539 Elizabeth Grieve</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44540 Keziah Weaver</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44541 Elizabeth Farr</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44542 Jane Read</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44543 Alex. McDonald</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44544 Edith Hoole, Camberwell</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44545 Bertie Mitchell</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44546 Bertie Longman</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44547 Louie Longman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44548 F. Longman</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44549 Horace Brown</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44550 Leonard Brown</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44551 A. Brown</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44552 Lily Hoole</td><td align="right">3</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44553 Edith K. Wood</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44554 Alfred T. Wood</td><td align="right">3</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44555 Maude Wood</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44556 Emma Wood</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44557 Lizzie Edwards</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44558 Isabel Edwards</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44559 Edith Edwards</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44560 Maggie Edwards</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44561 Lizzie Smith</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44562 Louise Melton</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44563 Flory Melton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44564 George Swain</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44565 Elizabeth Field</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44566 H. Field</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44567 Louisa Field</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44568 Annie Bedford</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44569 Charlie Jarratt</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44570 Selina Jarratt</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44571 Arthur Jarratt</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44572 A. E. Martin</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44573 A Day</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44574 Helen Day</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44575 Mary E. Crawley</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44576 Marian B. Wright</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44577 Alice M. Wright</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44578 Edith Broom</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44579 Laura J. Lockie</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44580 Monty Hammett</td><td align="right">3</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44581 Bertie Hammett</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44582 William Cook</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44583 Emma Short</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44584 Charles Short</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44585 Amelia Short</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44586 Eleanor Short</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44587 Bertha Reed</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44588 Maude Pummell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44589 A. Hinton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44590 Jessie Mackie</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44591 Edith Green</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44592 Sydney Green</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44593 Arthur Green</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44594 A. E. Warell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44595 <span class="smcap">Nellie Percival</span>, Liscard</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44596 Ada Mitchell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44597 Harry Lyons</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44598 Alice Love</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44599 Wm. R. Lyons</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44600 Bessie Robertson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44601 Ada Holt</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44602 Ada Rowe</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44603 Alice Helsby</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44604 Maggie Sinclair</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44605 Robt. P. Stafford</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44606 Barbara Fletcher</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44607 Bessie Dickson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44608 Beatrice Hale</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44609 Emily Casement</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44610 Ruth Ryland</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44611 Hettie Ward</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44612 Charles Sinclair</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44613 Maud Bayley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44614 Emma Crossley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44615 Jas. H. Stafford</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44616 Louie Bryer</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44617 Annie Percival</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44618 F. Leighton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44619 Mabel Woodall</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44620 Charlotte Bourne</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44621 Maggie Percival</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44622 M. Casement</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44623 Douglas Sinclair</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44624 Dicky Smith</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44625 Maude Shepherd</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44626 Laura Hirst</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44627 A. M. Johnston</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44628 Marian Morris</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44629 J. Wainwright</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44630 Minnie Evans</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44631 Charlie Gleadell</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44632 Kate Charles</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44633 Mary Lilley</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44634 Maggie Goodlass</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44635 Maggie Lenard</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44636 F. Moulding</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44637 Beatrice Jones</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44638 Minnie Noble</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44639 Barbara Clark</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44640 Alethea Clark</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44641 Margt. E. Noble</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44642 Percy Smith</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44643 Elizbth. Jackson</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44644 Alice M. Taylor</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44645 Alice Willis</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44646 Minnie Sanders</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44647 H. W. Sanders</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44648 Alfred Payne</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44649 <span class="smcap">Florence Boon</span>, Llantrissant</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44650 Charles Smith</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44651 Alfred Boon</td><td align="right">21</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44652 Thomas Williams</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44653 E. A. Davies</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44654 Chas. I. Leyshon</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44655 Thos. Leyshon</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44656 Evan Davies</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44657 E. E. Hasking</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44658 David Roberts</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44659 E. T. Leyshon</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44660 Annie Baker</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44661 William Jenkins</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44662 Eugnie Davies</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44663 Lydia Williams</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44664 Edwin Pritchard</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44665 George Pritchard</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44666 Rosina Pritchard</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44667 Jas. H. Pritchard</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44668 Anne Dells</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44669 Ellen Roberts</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44670 Mary A. Evans</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44671 Martha East</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44672 Edith M. Smith</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44673 Jessie Davies</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44674 Jane East</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44675 Ellen M. Parker</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44676 Charles East</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44677 Thomas Angell</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44678 E. Devonshire</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44679 Amelia Phillips</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44680 Edwin Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44681 Ann Williams</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44682 William Williams</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44683 Annie Hosking</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44684 S. Bartlett</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44685 Samuel Escott</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44686 Ada Thomas</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44687 Wm. Hosking</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44688 Mary E. Thomas</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44689 Evan Angell</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44690 Annie Cox</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44691 S. Devonshire</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44692 Alfred Hosking</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44693 Mary Cox</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44694 Mary J. Baker</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44695 Alice T. Cooke</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44696 Maude M. Cooke</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44697 Bertha E. Cooke</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44698 Wm. J. Warman</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44699 Arthur Cooke</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44700 Lucy Williams</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44701 James Richards</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44702 Frederick Lyes</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44703 Henry Rex</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44704 E. A. Priestley</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44705 Lillie Hugill</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44706 Annie Hugill</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44707 <span class="smcap">Fanny L. Chew</span>, Stroud</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44708 Nettie Sonthern</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44709 Geo. A. Hulbert</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44710 F. J. Holland</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44711 Bessie Hulbert</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44712 Willie R. Ford</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44713 Alice R. Hulbert</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44714 Fred Griffiths</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44715 Edith E. Holland</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44716 W. E. M. Hulbert</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44717 Robert Johnston</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44718 Lizzie Davis</td><td align="right">21</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44719 Gertrude Holland</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44720 Georgina Chew</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44721 Alfred R. Ford</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44722 W. A. Watkins</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44723 Maud Harrison</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44724 Florence Hooper</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44725 Arthur Ellis</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44726 Lilly McKellar</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44727 Harry Chandler</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44728 Ernest J. Tayler</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44729 Walter Wheeler</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44730 Harry Roberts</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44731 Arthur Chew</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44732 Lionel Chew</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44733 William J. Fass</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44734 Corbett Holland</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44735 E. B. Pitt</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44736 Harry Holland</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44737 Henry Gazard</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44738 C. Baumbrough</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44739 Louisa Parfitt</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44740 Flora E. Watkins</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44741 Gertrd. Watkins</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44742 Fredk. Nind</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44743 Nellie I. Aspinall</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44744 Edith Compton</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44745 Ralph Wheeler</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44746 Harry Halford</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44747 Constance Pitt</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44748 George Docker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44749 Mary Chew</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44750 James Treseder</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44751 Violet McKellar</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44752 Frederick Pitt</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44753 Seymor Bonford</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44754 Ernest Ricketts</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44755 Kate Eliot</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44756 Charlie Bailey</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44757 John Wheller</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44758 Mary Jenney</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44759 Annie E. Throp</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44760 Susannah Jenney</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44761 R. Welsh</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44762 Ernest Wall</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44763 G. Mallalieu</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44764 Ethel Harris</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44765 Arthur F. Pacey</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44766 Ethel Homes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44767 Edith S. Dealy</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44768 Clara Hoëlzer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44769 Gilbert Haldane</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44770 Harry G. Assiter</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44771 Agnes M Mullins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44772 J. C. Waterhouse</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44773 M. Waterhouse</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44774 A. Waterhouse</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44775 <span class="smcap">Lucy A. Grieve</span>, Greenock</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44776 Margt. M. Neish</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44777 E. W. Johnston</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44778 Agnes McKinnon</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44779 Margaret Lower</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44780 C. McKinlay</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44781 Eliza A. Boyd</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44782 I. M. McDonald</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44783 Mary McAulay</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44784 Robert McAulay</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44785 Gracie McAulay</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44786 Annie McAulay</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44787 John Cooke</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44788 Jeanie Cooke</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44789 Harry Cooke</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44790 Edwd. L. Grieve</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44791 Florce. A. Grieve</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44792 Robertha Grieve</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44793 James H. Grieve</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44794 Hilda C. Grieve</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44795 Bella Longwill</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44796 Maggie Longwill</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44797 John F. Hodge</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44798 Agnes L. Hodge</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44799 Archie Grieve</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44800 Mary J Grieve</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44801 John Grieve</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44802 Laura M. Trew</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44803 M. Symington</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44804 M. J. Symington</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44805 Robert Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44806 Agnes Smith</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44807 M. E. Brittlebank</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44808 M. Brittlebank</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44809 C. D. McKay</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44810 F. J. Thorburn</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44811 Isabella Mara</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44812 Mary Mara</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44813 Jas. B. Fulton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44814 Agnes B. Fulton</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44815 Wm. B. Fulton</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44816 John Whiteford</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44817 Jane Whiteford</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44818 M. Whiteford</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44819 E. A. Paterson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44820 J. G. Paterson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44821 A. F. Whiteford</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44822 Jessie Whiteford</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44823 John Ramsay</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44824 C. Ramsay</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44825 E. J. Whiteford</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44826 M. C. Whiteford</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44827 Mary Trew</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44828 S. R. Paterson</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44829 V. M. Paterson</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44830 Janet McMurtrie</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44831 M. McMurtrie</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44832 Robt. McMurtrie</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44833 Jane McMurtrie</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44834 Jane Thorburn</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44835 Jessie Sime</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44836 John M. Sime</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44837 Sarah Sime</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44838 <span class="smcap">Hilda Vorley</span>, Camden Road, London</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44839 Jessie Rintoul</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44840 Kate Darvell</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44841 H. Hardy</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44842 Mary A. Darvell</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44843 Fanny Blake</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44844 H. F. Fredricks</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44845 Fredk. W. Darvell</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44846 May Vorley</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44847 Herbt. D. Lister</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44848 Thomas Allen</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44849 E. F. Gillott</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44850 Emily F. Colls</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44851 E. Wilkinson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44852 William Vorley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44853 Cecilia Loebl</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44854 Arthur Gartley</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44855 Bessie Shaw</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44856 Emmeline Vorley</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44857 John Brooke</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44858 E. M. Jennings</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44859 Harry Brooke</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44860 Ada Parker</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44861 Lucy Merzbach</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44862 Edwd. Merzbach</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44863 L. M. Hearn</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44864 A. H. Colebrook</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44865 Ethel Pyke</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44866 Florence Baker</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44867 Fanny Gartley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44868 Hilda Corner</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44869 John A. Brown</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44870 Louisa Rintoul</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44871 Lilian Brock</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44372 F. Matthews</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44873 K. A. Wilkinson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44874 Mary Dowsett</td><td align="right">14<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44875 F. W. Dunaway</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44876 E. A. Townsend</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44877 Lily Barker</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44878 Ethel Barker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44879 Kathleen C. Gow</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44880 Lillie Stoner</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44881 Gertrd. Rayment</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44882 Samuel Brooke</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44883 Ernestine Baker</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44884 Lydia Gardner</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44885 Emma E. Allen</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44886 Caroline S. Allen</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44887 Wm. H. Allen</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44888 Emily M. Allen</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44889 Mary A. Jones</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44890 Ellen G. Jones</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44891 Percy M. Jones</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44892 Mary M. Jose</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44893 Sophie H. Isle</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44894 James C. Isle</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44895 Shirza Ferguson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44896 Francis L. Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44897 Margaret Gill</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44898 Dora Gill</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44899 Louis H. Daish</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44900 Percy P. Cotton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44901 Lucy W. Barker</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44902 F. M. Barker</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44903 Frank D. Barker</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44904 K. W. Barker</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44905 Edith Wallace</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44906 Amy Wallace</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44907 John B. Stewart</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44908 Gertrd. A. Escott</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44909 Charles Brereton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44910 Mary E. Wallis</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44911 A. A. Langley</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44912 E. J. Newman</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44913 Evelyn P. Sewell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44914 Winifred Lamb</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44915 Anna Lamb</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44916 Helen Lamb</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44917 Emily Lamb</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44918 <span class="smcap">Gertrude A. Amos</span>, Hampstead</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44919 Kathleen Jenkins</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44920 F. E. Jenkins</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44921 May Jenkins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44922 Annie Lee</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44923 Ewart C. Amos</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44924 Thomas Cowney</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44925 Arthur Cowney</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44926 Ethel Cowney</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44927 Minnie M. Shaw</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44928 Charles J. Shaw</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44929 Rose K. Nowlan</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44930 P. L. Nowlan</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44931 Edith M. Dwight</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44932 Edith A. Rogers</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44933 Jessie E. Rogers</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44934 J. A. Rogers</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44935 Miriam Rogers</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44936 Wallace Barron</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44937 Ethel M. Yates</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44938 C. M. Hewetson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44939 Alice A. Miley</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44940 Emily Fowke</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44941 E. M. Thompson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44942 E. M. Clements</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44943 Rose M. Smithers</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44944 Katerine Wickes</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44945 A. M. Wickes</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44946 Henry White</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44947 Charles White</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44948 Katie Spalding</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44949 Alice M. Spalding</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44950 Catherine White</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44951 K. A. Bergin</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44952 Mary Bergin</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44953 Margaret Bergin</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44954 Thos. G. Bergin</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44955 Gertrude M. Sims</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44956 Edith Sims</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44957 Emmeline Sims</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44958 Mildred P. Orwin</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44959 Ethel M. Orwin</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44960 Henry Wines</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44961 Charlotte Wines</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44962 John Wines</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44963 Bessie Biggs</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44964 Clara D. Mills</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44965 E. M. Spalding</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44966 Violet Spalding</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44967 Marian Goodall</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44968 Mary White</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44969 Susanne E. Price</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44970 Rosa L. Candy</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44971 Jas. H. Nicholson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44972 Frances L. Hyde</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44973 Ellen R. Carr</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44974 Ella M. McCaul</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44975 Albert C. Farmer</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44976 <span class="smcap">Nellie Chappell</span>, Camden Road, London</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44977 Katie Avern</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44978 Emily Avern</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44979 Annie Gregory</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44980 G. A. Jaques</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44981 Louisa Price</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44982 Kate Spain</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44983 Lily Petch</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44984 M. Bourdelaine</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44985 Gertrude Hedges</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44986 Edith Smith</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44987 E. B. Palmar</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44988 Thos. A. Avern</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44989 L. Bourdelaine</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44990 Eva R. Child</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44991 Edith Pybus</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44992 F. Hughes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44993 Edith Palmar</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44994 Lizzie J. Shenton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44995 Julia Denny</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44996 Flornce. J. Reeve</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44997 Edith T. a'Bois</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44998 Lucy Ashton</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">44999 Percy H. Brown</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45000 Alice E. Lloyd</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45001 M. E. Goodman</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45002 Edith F. Ball</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45003 R. G. Durnford</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45004 H. L. Darnton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45005 Maggie L. Polak</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45006 William P. Ball</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45007 M. W. Smith</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45008 Jenny Ball</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45009 Lydia Taylor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45010 May Lloyd</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45011 Ada Rayner</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45012 Ellen M. Hunt</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45013 Eleanor C. Muir</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45014 Lœtitia Lambert</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45015 Edith A. Cox</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45016 Jessy F. Charles</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45017 Nellie Pybus</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45018 Clara E. Brice</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45019 Jessie E. Davis</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45020 Ada Chappell</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45021 L. H. Shelton</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45022 Emily L. Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45023 Florence M. Pitch</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45024 Bessie Cox</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45025 Florence Mashell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45026 Annie J. Charles</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45027 <span class="smcap">Janet M. Gregory</span>, Paignton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45028 Florce. E. Waith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45029 M. F. E. Waith</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45030 Mary Bradford</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45031 Lily Telfer</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45032 Edith Cawley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45033 Beatrice E. Harris</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45034 Ethel M. Rundle</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45035 Ida M. Madden</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45036 Kate Cawley</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45037 Blanch Telfer</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45038 L. K. Madden</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45039 E. Mulcaster</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45040 Richd. Mulcaster</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45041 B. E. Shorland</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45042 E. I. Shorland</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45043 Violet Gregory</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45044 Edith M. Lory</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45045 E. A. Richards</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45046 Janie Rowe</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45047 E. M. Madden</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45048 Emily M. Corew</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45049 Ada E. Rowe</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45050 Frances C. Telfer</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45051 C. L. Telfer</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45052 James D. Telfer</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45053 Edith Telfer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45054 C. M. Rogers</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45055 Ethel H. Clark</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45056 E. M. Hughes</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45057 Mary B. Winch</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45058 Winifred Mason</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45059 Clara M. Mason</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45060 Arthur Mason</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45061 Willie P. Martin</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45062 Effie Robertson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45063 Gussie Cay</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45064 Agnes Clarke</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45065 Daisy Comber</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45066 Laura R. Trioni</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45067 Sophie Ridley</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45068 Alice F. Morrell</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45069 Annie Fowler</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45070 Blanche Fulton</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45071 Lizzie Franklin</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45072 Effie Lecky</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45073 Ethel Norbury</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45074 E. L. H. Wilder</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45075 Katie Haswell</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45076 Chas. F. Bluett</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45077 Alfred Kingston</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45078 E. M. Kingston</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45079 E. E. Faithfull</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45080 Cathrne. J. Jones</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45081 M. W. Jones</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45082 Robert Jones</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45083 L. L. Baxter</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45084 L. J. Stephens</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45085 Florence B. Shaw</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45086 Edith A. Shaw</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45087 Dora K. Purvis</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45088 Hannah S. Purvis</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45089 Mabel F. Shaw</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45090 Jessie C. Shaw</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45091 Annie V. Shaw</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45092 Alice M. Heins</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45093 F. M. Heins</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45094 Mary A. Howard</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45095 F. S. Howard</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45096 John A. Harrison</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45097 J. M. Mackenzie</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45098 <span class="smcap">Julia M. Crowhurst</span>, Gt. Ormond St., Lond.</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45099 Stanley J. Beeson</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45100 Edgar T. Beeson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45101 Alice Wills</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45102 Julia C. Horley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45103 Ellen N. Horley</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45104 L. H. Wingfield</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45105 Edith Wingfield</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45106 Frank Wingfield</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45107 G. M. Wingfield</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45108 Florence Carlton</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45109 Ada I. Sanders</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45110 Etta Gash</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45111 Chas. F. Sanders</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45112 E. E. Gunton</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45113 Sarah Oldham</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45114 Arthur Goode</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45115 W. W. Crowhurst</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45116 Annie Goode</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45117 Maria Goode</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45118 Arabella Brooks</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45119 Elliott E. Brooks</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45120 John B. Goode</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45121 Ethel S. Brooks</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45122 Wm. C. Brooks</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45123 E. S. Sherwood</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45124 Jas. T. Sherwood</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45125 Thos. N. Carlton</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45126 Ada Edwards</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45127 Henry Edwards</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45128 Annie Edwards</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45129 Frank Neck</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45130 Walter Powell</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45131 C. Hotchkiss</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45132 Rosa Folley</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45133 Mary E. Lucas</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45134 Edwd. H. Adams</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45135 M. E. Symonds</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45136 Frank Allen</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45137 B. Allatt</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45138 I. Crowhurst</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45139 H. A. Crowhurst</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45140 E. M. Crowhurst</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45141 Herbert Wills</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45142 Ormond A. Taylor</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45143 Albert J. Turner</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45144 Louisa Turner</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45145 F. E. Taylor</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45146 Fredk. R. Horley</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45147 George Horley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45148 Edith Wills</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45149 <span class="smcap">Mia Bowcott</span>, Bath</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45150 M. I. C. Whitley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45151 H. F. Whitley</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45152 H. P. Whitley</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45153 Owen Owen</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45154 Edwd. J. Hughes</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45155 E. Clack</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45156 R. H. Mattingly</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45157 J. F. Healey</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45158 H. R. Hancock</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45159 S. J. Bowcott</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45160 C. S. Chatterton</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45161 F. M. Chatterton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45162 Kate Chatterton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45163 Emily A. Estens</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45164 Florce. Hayward</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45165 Flossie Rolfe</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45166 T. E. Archard</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45167 E. E. Archard</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45168 H. Newham</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45169 B. W. Whittaker</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45170 Charles D. Fox</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45171 Maud D. Fox</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45172 Rosa A. Cole</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45173 Frank H. Greves</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45174 F. E. McManus</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45175 Annie Parfitt</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45176 Emma Hillary</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45177 Lucy J. Cobb</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45178 Kate Francis</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45179 K. F. Alabaster</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45180 I. M. Alabaster</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45181 Emily A. Fuller</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45182 Edith Weeks</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45183 Mary Salmon</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45184 Ada E. Fisher</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45185 Bertha E. Fisher</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45186 A. F. Merrick</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45187 Charles Fowler</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45188 C. H. Fowler</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45189 H. Fowler</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45190 John Tucker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45191 William Dale</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45192 H. J. Sheppy</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45193 G. D. Lewis</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45194 James W. Lewis</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45195 Mary Hillier</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45196 Emily Jennings</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45197 Kate Merrett</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45198 Jane Tadd</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45199 Nellie Hancock</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45200 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original reads Ethel Hancook">Ethel Hancock</ins></td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45201 Clarissa A. Ball</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45202 Stephen Owen</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45203 Millicent Owen</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45204 Florence Owen</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45205 Lily H. Weeks</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45206 Arthur Broderick</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45207 Herbt. A. Brewer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45208 Emily Ford</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45209 Frances Gayner</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45210 Emily Marshall</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45211 Edith Marshall</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45212 Elizabeth Bolton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45213 Alice Druce</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45214 Ada Fisher</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45215 Mary A. Sotcher</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45216 C. N. Pasfield</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45217 E. Crump</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45218 Maggie Neale</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45219 O. Nicole</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45220 Archie Palmer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45221 Evan Powell</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45222 Henrietta Leah</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45223 E. E. Hampson</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45224 Nellie Brucker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45225 <span class="smcap">Louisa J. Stevens.</span> Poplar</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45226 Eliza Bucknell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45227 Thersa Turner</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45228 William Baker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45229 Jessie Double</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45230 Jane E. Palmer</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45231 Amy Joyce</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45232 Edith M. Fisher</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45233 Rosina Young</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45234 Minnie Walker</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45235 F. L. Mortlock</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45236 Ferdind. Geiger</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45237 Leah Payne</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45238 Bertha Baker</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45239 W. Underwood</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45240 Arthur T. Gray</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45241 Eleanor Porter</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45242 Mildred Braine</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45243 E. Thompson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45244 Mary A. Neil</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45245 George Neil</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45246 Emily Dickson</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45247 Emma Neil</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45248 Thos. Jenkyn</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45249 C. J. Cockshott</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45250 Sarah A. Baynes</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45251 Mercy Knopp</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45252 Nellie Brooks</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45253 Lily Winch</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45254 Edith Springford</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45255 Elizabeth Green</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45256 Hugh M. Green</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45257 Geo. Shepherd</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45258 M. J. Cockshott</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45259 Florence Horne</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45260 Alice L. Barrett</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45261 Rosina Barrett</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45262 Edwd. J. Barrett</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45263 William Day</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45264 Henry Day</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45265 Ellen Wright</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45266 Minnie Colton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45267 Edith Lakin</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45268 T. G. Greghirn</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45269 John Murton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45270 Melindia Murton</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45271 Annie Stevens</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45272 W. Thomson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45273 Selim Wright</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45274 Mary A. Wright</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45275 Annie Barrett</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45276 C. F. Winckworth</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45277 W. Winckworth</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45278 Alfred C. Warren</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45279 G. I. Warren</td><td align="right">4</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45280 A. J. Blagbrough</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45281 Florence Pearson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45282 Lydia M. Japp</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45283 Samuel H. Hague</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45284 Minnie Rodgers</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45285 F. E. P. Haigh</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45286 Ethel M. Haigh</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45287 F. E. A. Haigh</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45288 C. Ainsworth</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45289 J. E. Ainsworth</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45290 W. A. Ainsworth</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45291 <span class="smcap">Ida G. Newton</span>, Weston-super-Mare</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45292 C. M. Newton</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45293 H. L. Rossiter</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45294 Agnes L. Evans</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45295 Martha M. Mills</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45296 William Tucker</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45297 Tilda Tucker</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45298 William Mitchell</td><td align="right">2</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45299 Rosa Mitchell</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45300 Amelia Day</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45301 Alice Day</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45302 Albert Hawker</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45303 Jessie L. Taylor</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45304 Ethel Kidd</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45305 Lilian E. Kidd</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45306 Caroline E. Long</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45307 Mary A. Gawler</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45308 K. E. Stockman</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45309 Rosa Richardson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45310 S. A. Hancock</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45311 Annie S. Misson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45312 Minnie Rowley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45313 Ada Tollis</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45314 B. C. Foutt</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45315 M. Perrem</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45316 A. Young</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45317 A. Lee</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45318 Amy T. Pillis</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45319 Susan Milsted</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45320 Lizzie Rich</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45321 Lillie Webber</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45322 Margaret Neads</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45323 Emma Goodall</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45324 Ada Watts</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45325 Annie Smaile</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45326 Lillie Jay</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45327 Emily Morgan</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45328 Ada Knight</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45329 Florence Hoobs</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45330 Amelia Mintern</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45331 H. Cridland</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45332 Ada Maggs</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45333 Maggie May</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45334 E. S. Thompson</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45335 Mabel Herbert</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45336 Minnie May</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45337 Julia Furkins</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45338 Ada Trowbridge</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45339 Florence Brewer</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45340 Charlotte Flynn</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45341 Minnie Rudman</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45342 Elizbth. Catterell</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45343 Mary McGown.</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45344 Lottie Burton</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45345 Bertha Pratt</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45346 Selina Broom</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45347 Alice Clapp</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45348 A. J. Maybank</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45349 Muriel L. Moore</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45350 Lionel L. Moore</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45351 Percy L. Moore</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45352 C. Scofield</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45353 A. Woodwell</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45354 Frederick Berry</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45355 <span class="smcap">Florce. Pearson</span>, Poplar</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45356 Emily Nichols</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45357 Ada Nichols</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45358 Clara Anthony</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45359 Arthur Pearson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45360 H. R. Pearson</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45361 Amelia Pearson</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45362 M. Ellingford</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45363 Fanny E. Jones</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45364 A. E. C. Kallberg</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45365 Rose A. Kallberg</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45366 Edith Slade</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45367 C. G. Carter</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45368 L. M. Carter</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45369 James E. Carter</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45370 Maud Taylor</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45371 Betsey Carter</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45372 Sarah A. Carter</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45373 Fanny C. Taylor</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45374 Louisa Taylor</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45375 Ada P. Taylor</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45376 Beatrice Taylor</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45377 Jessie Taylor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45378 Edgar Taylor</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45379 Emma William</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45380 Rosa J. Seward</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45381 Hugh Seward</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45382 Ernest E. Seward</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45383 Kate Buckland</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45384 Arthr. E. Seward</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45385 James Pearson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45386 Ernest Daglish</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45387 Florence Weller</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45388 Eliza Bayes</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45389 Annie Hind</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45390 Ellen Spence</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45391 Edith Greene</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45392 Chrissie Abdo</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45393 Isabella Cowie</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45394 Rosina Johnson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45395 Amelia Johnson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45396 Annie Miller</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45397 Arthur Semmons</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45398 Alice M. Semmons</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45399 Elzbth. A. Pryke</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45400 F. E. Semmons</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45401 A. M. Semmons</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45402 C. E. Ayscough</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45403 Edith Webb</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45404 Clara Petts</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45405 Maria Maggs</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45406 Wm. H. Bagnall</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45407 H. M. Bagnall</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45408 Elsie Gibbons</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45409 F. W. Marsh</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45410 Alice G. Murray</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45411 F. M. Franklyn</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45412 E. F. Clymer</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45413 Annie M. Clymer</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45414 A. E. Franklyn</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45415 E. N. Franklyn</td><td align="right">3</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45416 I. M. Franklyn</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45417 R. L. Thompson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45418 M. B. Rogers</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45419 S. S. Stonehouse</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45420 Edwd. Domaille</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45421 C. T. T. Domaille</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45422 M. C. C. Domaille</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45423 Herbert Shelton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45424 Fred Gray</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45425 Charles Windsor</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45426 John Windsor</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45427 Fanny Windsor</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45428 Sissie Stanley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45429 Janet Windsor</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45430 H. G. Atchley</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45431 Jessie Archibald</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45432 Richd. Archibald</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45433 Wm. Archibald</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45434 William Angove</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45435 Viva Halstead, Rawtenstall</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45436 W. G. Overstall</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45437 E. A. Overstall</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45438 S. A. Overstall</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45439 Fred. C. Overstall</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45440 M. A. Overstall</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45441 E. J. Overstall</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45442 F. P. Overstall</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45443 Ernest Cunliffe</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45444 E. A. Cunliffe</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45445 Geo. H. Cunliffe</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45446 Mary J. Cunliffe</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45447 A. Killingbeck</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45448 A. M. Killingbeck</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45449 H. Killingbeck</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45450 F. E. Killingbeck</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45451 Linda Cunliffe</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45452 Bessie Cunliffe</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45453 Lizzie Cunliffe</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45454 Mary L. Hoyle</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45455 Edith A. Hoyle</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45456 James E. Hoyle</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45457 Elzbth. A. Gould</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45458 Mary Gould</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45459 Joseph H. Gould</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45460 Lizzie Cordingley</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45461 M. A. Cordingley</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45462 J. J. Cordingley</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45463 Sarah E. Collins</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45464 Beatrice Dunkin</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45465 Pollie Birtwistle</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45466 Jane A. Spencer</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45467 Julia Taylor</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45468 S. E. Ashworth</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45469 Justina Roberts</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45470 Lucy Snead</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45471 A. Grundy</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45472 Thos. W. Grundy</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45473 Harriet Grundy</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45474 Frank Brown</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45475 Bertram Brown</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45476 Florence Brown</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45477 M. L. Ashworth</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45478 T. A. Ashworth</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45479 Richd. Ashworth</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45480 Francis J. Barker</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45481 Walter Barker</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45482 Annie Barker</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45483 M. Pennington</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45484 Annie Pennington</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45485 Alice Lord</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45486 Bessie Lord</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45487 Thomas E. Lord</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45488 Alice Lord</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45489 Jennie Cunliffe</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45490 B. Cunliffe</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45491 Polly Melligan</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45492 Clara Melligan</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45493 Polly Broughton</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45494 Geo. Broughton</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45495 Edith Clarke</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45496 Eliza Clark</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45497 Annie Shaw</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45498 Harry Bridge</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45499 Sarah J. Coupe</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45500 I. M. Clements</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45501 Harriett Ingham</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45502 Nellie Benson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45503 Sarah E. Parker</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45504 Bradley Starkie</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45505 I. H. <span class="smcap">Hume</span>, Jedburgh</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45506 Isabella Smith</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45507 Edith Cumming</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45508 Maggie Easton</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45509 Ronald Easton</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45510 Eliza Easton</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45511 Frances C. Hume</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45512 Agnes Smith</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45513 Lizzie Wight</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45514 Mary Hush</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45515 Bella Turnbull</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45516 Netta Turnbull</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45517 M. A. Young</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45518 Bella Easton</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45519 James Rorkland</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45520 Janie J. Simpson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45521 Ella McDougall</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45522 Ina Euston</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45523 Janie Hume</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45524 Afra Caudee e</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45525 Maggie Burn</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45526 Nellie Whillans</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45527 G. Davidson</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45528 Mary Polson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45529 Jane Cairns</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45530 A. J. E. Hume</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45531 Geo. A. Taylor</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45532 Frederick Potter</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45533 J. A. B. Porter</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45534 Isabella Scott</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45535 Jane Hannah</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45536 Elizabeth Atkin</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45537 Nettie Oliver</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45538 H. S. Dickman</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45539 J. S. Dickman</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45540 Jane Atkins</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45541 James Robertson</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45542 Agnes Miller</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45543 Isabella H. Miller</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45544 Janet C. Miller</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45545 Mary Davidson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45546 I. H. Davidson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45547 Johanna M. Clay</td><td align="right">14<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45548 A. B. Jamieson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45549 Jane Murray</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45550 Janet Halliburton</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45551 C. W. Dickman</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45552 May Bruce</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45553 Bessie Oliver</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45554 Arthur Wright</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td>——</td><td></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45355 Agnes Porter</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45556 Caroline Lucas</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45557 Alpha Hansen</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45558 Clarissa Cooper</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45559 Marian Howard</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45560 Ethel Oliver</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45561 Hilda Howard</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45562 Jessie Kidd</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45563 Edith Howard</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45564 Marie Arthur</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45565 Jenie Cooper</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45566 Mabe Sloggett</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45567 Hilda Taylor</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45568 Julia S. Ramsden</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45569 Mary Schomberg</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45570 Norman Pringle</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45571 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: the name is unclear in original">Helen Hurley</ins></td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45572 <span class="smcap">Edith Hillingworth</span>, Alfreton</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45573 Martha Allcock</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45574 Agnes Unwin</td><td align="right">21</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45575 Clara Winchester</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45576 M. Tomkinson</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45577 Bertie Vine</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45578 Lilian Vine</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45579 A. Tomkinson</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45580 Gertrude Dean</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45581 Pattie Knowles</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45582 Fanny Evans</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45583 Ada M. Wright</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45584 F. E. Drabble</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45585 Charlotte Wright</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45586 Sarah J. Wright</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45587 Lilly Holland</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45588 Laura Mason</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45589 Ada Goodwin</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45590 Lizzie Evans</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45591 Florence Slack</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45592 Mary J. Askew</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45593 Ada M. Deeley</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45594 Annie Holland</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45595 Lizzie Holmes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45596 Elizabeth Barker</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45597 L. J. Robertson</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45598 J. M. Robertson</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45599 Alexander Miller</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45600 Mary Miller</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45601 Helen Miller</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45602 Elzbth. Shardlow</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45603 H. E. Cunliffe</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45604 Mary Johnston</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45605 Hugh Smith</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45606 May Smith</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45607 Maggie Smith</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45608 Agnes Smith</td><td align="right">19</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45609 A. Lancaster</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45610 Annie Brierley</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45611 Annie Woolley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45612 H. Shardlow</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45613 Clara Clarkson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45614 Jellie Garlick</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45615 W. A. Shardlow</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45616 J. H. Shardlow</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45617 Edward Shardlow</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45618 A. Hollingsworth</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45619 Wm. H. Hunsley</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45620 Arthur Shardlow</td><td align="right">5</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45621 M. E. Shardlow</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45622 Mary Bacon</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45623 E. Stevenson</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45624 William Allcock</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45625 Annie Allcock</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45626 Willie. E. Smith</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45627 John A. J. Smith</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45628 Harry G. Smith</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45629 Emily A. Smith</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45630 Ralph R. Allen</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45631 Charles Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45632 Marian E. Phipps</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45633 F. M. D. Lindsey</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45634 A. R. Roberts</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45635 Howard Evans</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45636 R. F. Woodward</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45637 A. M. Aldington</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45638 Edith Neale</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45639 R. C. Trousdale</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45640 C. W. Trousdale</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45641 E. M. Trousdale</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45642 Angela Mallmann</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45643 Eleanor F. Fox</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45644 Elizabeth M. Fox</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45645 H. M. Grieve</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45646 E. J. Simpson</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45647 C. B. Shaw</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45648 John F. Badeley</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45649 Leslie Neale</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45650 Lilly Pritchard</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45651 Lizzie M. Rudge</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45652 Mary Waite</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45653 Emily Stokes</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45654 Sarah Smith</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45655 Gertie Rudge</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45656 Lilly Washband</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45657 Hetty West</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45658 Emily Waite</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45659 Mary A. Davis</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45660 Alice Stokes</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45661 Martha Jakeman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45662 Caroline Jakeman</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45663 Eliza Freeman</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45664 Lizzie Pritchard</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45665 Arthur Stokes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45666 <span class="smcap">Archibald S. Hocking</span>, Junction Rd., Lond.</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45667 Ada Brooking</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45668 George A. Haines</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45669 Blanch Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45670 Lily Smith</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45671 Fredk. Smith</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45672 Alfred Lamb</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45673 Chas. F. Chappell</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45674 A. J. Chapman</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45675 Frank Evans</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45676 Ellen Nash</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45677 Florence Smith</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45678 Thomas Digby</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45679 Arthur Beadles</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45680 Charles Nichols</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45681 James Teasdale</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45682 Alice Digby</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45683 Edward Withers</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45684 Walter Amor</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45685 A. Woodliffe</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45686 William Druigne</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45687 William <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: original reads Bangham">Baugham</ins></td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45688 J. H. G. Baugham</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45689 Edith Hocking</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45690 Neville Clifton</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45691 Henry Colebrook</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45692 Henry Courtier</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45693 Godfry McCullock</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45694 John Rowley</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45695 S. T. Colebrook</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45696 George Pettit</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45697 T. A. B. Carver</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45698 Emma Langton</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45699 William Lown</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45700 Rose Smith</td><td align="right">20</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45701 Lily Smith</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45702 Flrnce. Newman</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45703 Lucy Ruddle</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45704 T. W. Woodliffe</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45705 Robert Thomas</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45706 Alfred W. Ward</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45707 Ernest Furley</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45708 H. Monnickendam</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45709 C. W. Fowler</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45710 Wm. Colebrooks</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45711 A. W. Dadson</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45712 G. H. Bassett</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45713 Fredk. Nichols</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45714 Lewis B. Brown</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45715 Harold Deakin</td><td align="right">16</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45716 John Fidler</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45717 Cecil R. Littlejohn</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45718 A. E. Speaight</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45719 H. E. Hopkins</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45720 Clara Curling</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45721 Jennie Hewitt</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45722 Annie Crossman, Limehouse, London</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45723 Annie Mills</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45724 Florence Harvey</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45725 F. M. Cullum</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45726 Emma Rae</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45727 Eliza Elston</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45728 Christina Hayes</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45729 Martha Markham</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45730 Ada Wickett</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45731 Florence Knight</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45732 Florence Hart</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45733 Florence Cable</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45734 Nell Hepworth</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45735 Alice Baker</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45736 Ellen Felgate</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45737 Kate Cable</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45738 Daisy Hooker</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45739 John Bowller</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45740 <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note: the name is unclear in original">Samuel Bowller</ins></td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45741 Sarah Terry</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45742 Elizabeth Smith</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45743 Mary Rogers</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45744 Elizbth. E. Gibbs</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45745 Minnie Miller</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45746 Lilian Skelton</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45747 Maud Clegg</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45748 Maud Bristow</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45749 Martha Goodman</td><td align="right">18</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45750 Mary Gapp</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45751 Louisa Pomeroll</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45752 Fredk Fowler</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45753 Emily Gapp</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45754 Janet Dunk</td><td align="right">14</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45755 John Dixon</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45756 Minnie Pomeroll</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45757 Ernest Cutting</td><td align="right">12</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45758 Gertrude Cutting</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45759 Ada Cutting</td><td align="right">7</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45760 Geo. C. Hudson</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45761 Wm. C. Hudson</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45762 Henrietta Davis</td><td align="right">9</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45763 Laura J. Davis</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45764 W. H. Davis</td><td align="right">3</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45765 Ellen L. Davis</td><td align="right">6</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45766 Minnie Witten</td><td align="right">10</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45767 Ellen Fowler</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45768 Leopold Bland</td><td align="right">13</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45769 Caroline Hart</td><td align="right">11</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45770 Wm. T. Bright</td><td align="right">17</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45771 C. E. Ayscough</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45772 Maud Hicks</td><td align="right">8</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">45773 Myra Whittle</td><td align="right">15</td></tr> +</table> +</div> + +<p class="center">[<i>Officers and Members +are referred to a Special +Notice on page 55</i>.]</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2><a name="True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes" id="True_Stories_About_Pets_Anecdotes"></a>TRUE STORIES ABOUT PETS, ANECDOTES, &c.</h2> + +<h4>AN AFFECTIONATE PARROT.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap169a"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor,—</span> The little anecdote I am going +to tell you is about a parrot my aunt once had—named, +of course, Polly. She had been taught +many funny and amusing speeches, among which she +used to say to a canary that hung in the same room, +"Pretty Poll, shabby canary;" and when the canary sang +she would cry out, "Oh, what a noise! what a noise!" +My aunt having been very ill, had not seen Polly for a long +time, not being able to bear her noisy talking; but one day +feeling better, she asked to see her. She was brought to her +room, but seemed very quiet. My aunt, who could not +understand why she was so unusually quiet, called to her, +"Polly, come and kiss me!" The poor bird flew to her +mistress, laid her beak on her lips, and died, it is supposed, +of her great joy at again seeing her mistress, after grieving +so long at her absence.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Emily F. Woolf.<br /> +(Aged 15.)</p> + +<p><i>138, Edgware Road, London, W.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>TWO FUNNY CATS.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap169b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor,—</span> The following little stories are +quite true. A friend of mine told me of a cat of +hers which was in the room with its master (my +friend's father), who was asleep sitting on an arm-chair. The +cat wanted to go out of the room, but could not, as the door +was shut. So she went and patted her master on the ear, +then walked away to the door and scratched at it until it was +opened for her. She is a very clever cat, and can learn anything +you teach her in a few minutes. I also know of +another cat who never laps her milk, but always puts her paw +in the saucer and then licks the milk off of it again.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">A. E. Green<br /> +(Aged 12.)</p> + +<p><i>Hainault Lodge, near Chigwell.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>AN INGENIOUS RAT.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap170a"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor,—</span> A London carpenter whom I +know for a long time constantly found the oil-bottle +attached to his lathe emptied of its contents. Various +plans were devised to find out the thief, but they all +failed. At last the man determined to watch. Through a hole +in the door he peeped for some time. By-and-by he +heard a gentle noise; something was creeping up the framework +of the lathe. It was a fine rat. Planting itself on the +edge of the lathe, the ingenious creature popped its tail inside +of the bottle, then drew it out and licked off the oil. +This it continued to do until nearly every drop of oil was +taken from the bottle.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Edwin Rippin.<br /> +(Aged 14.)</p> + +<p><i>Osbournby, Lincolnshire.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>A CANARY PLAYING HIDE-AND-SEEK.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap170b"><span class="dropcap">D</span></span><span class="smcap">EAR Mr. Editor,—</span> One day a few months ago we +had let one of our canaries out of his cage, and +forgetting that he was out we left open the door of +the room where he was. When we remembered the bird +we were much afraid lest he should have flown out of the +room. We hunted high and low, calling his name, "Carmen," +to which he often answers with a chirp. At last I +happened to push aside a little low stool, and there, +crouching down so as not to be found (as he dislikes being +put into his cage) was Carmen. He has tried since then to +hide; but we know his tricks, so he is unsuccessful.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Constance Barkworth<br /> +(Aged 13¼.)</p> + +<p><i>3, Ilchester Gardens, Bayswater.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Note</span>.—Each Story, Anecdote, &c., when sent to the +Editor, must be certified by a Parent, Teacher, or other +responsible person, as being both <i>True and Original.</i></p> + +<h3>The "Little Folks" Annual for 1885.</h3> + +<p>The Editor desires to inform his Readers that the <span class="smcap">"Little Folks" Annual</span> for 1885 will +be published, as usual, on the 25<span class="smcap">th of October</span>. Further particulars will be shortly announced.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner" id="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Corner"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN CORNER.</h2> + +<h3>ANSWER TO "PICTURE STORY WANTING WORDS" (p. 64).</h3> + +<h4>FIRST PRIZE STORY.</h4> + +<p><span class="dropcap173"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><span class="smcap">am</span> afraid one of them must go, Helen."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Maurice, really? Father gave them to us," +and Helen Claire raised her soft, tearful, brown eyes +to her brother's face.</p> + +<p>"Yes, dear, 'tis hard to part with either Diamond or +Ruby, but then it is for Dora's sake."</p> + +<p>"I can't give up Ruby, Maurice!" faltered Helen, with +quivering lips.</p> + +<p>Maurice made no reply, but glanced across to the chair +where two frisky little spaniels sat watching them with +bright eyes. Ruby, hearing his name, stood up, looking +ready for any amount of mischief.</p> + +<p>"Mine shall go, Helen, after all," he added, quickly. +"I think Ruby, perhaps, is more engaging, and fonder of +us than <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's Note - the original reads: Diamond. without quotation marks">Diamond</ins>."</p> + +<p>But you will want to know the cause of this giving-up of +so beloved a little playfellow.</p> + +<p>Maurice and Helen Claire lived in a small, shabby house, +with their mother and little sister Dora. Poor children! +For nearly a year now they had been, as far as they knew, +fatherless. Captain Claire had never returned from his last +voyage. His ship had been reported as missing; and the +once happy home of the Claires had been left for a small +house in a busy town. Maurice and Helen, healthy, hopeful +children, bore up well enough under their reduced +circumstances. But fragile little Dora had begun slowly to +droop. The doctor ordered change of air to some seaside +place. So it was that Maurice had announced that they +must sell one of the dogs—their father's parting gift.</p> + +<p>Maurice having decided between Diamond and Ruby, +took up his cap, and went out, leaving Helen alone. Hardly +had he gone, when a little girl, with long fair curls, and +dreamy blue eyes, stole softly in. She sat down on the sofa +with a weary sigh.</p> + +<p>"Dora," began Helen, "you will go to the seaside yet."</p> + +<p>"Oh! shall I?" cried Dora, clasping her thin white hands.</p> + +<p>"Yes, Maurice is going to sell Diamond."</p> + +<p>"Oh!"</p> + +<p>The pretty flush which the pleasant news had brought to +her face died away.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, Helen! I couldn't let Maurice sell Diamond +only for me; that would be too selfish!"</p> + +<p>"Dora, you <i>must</i> go! and—Maurice doesn't mind so +much."</p> + +<p>Dora smiled wistfully. "You don't know how fond he +is of Diamond," she said.</p> + +<p>This conversation was suddenly interrupted by a thundering +knock at the front door; and, a few minutes later, a +gentleman was ushered into the room.</p> + +<p>"Father!" screamed Dora, springing forward.</p> + +<p>And in another moment both children were locked in his +arms.</p> + +<p>What a happy evening that was! Captain Claire soon +explained how the ship had been wrecked, and he, after +being picked up, was ill for a long time. Then, since his +recovery, he had been seeking his wife and children, for the +old home was deserted. Soon, however, a happy party +returned there again. Dora grew bright and strong, while +Diamond and Ruby were greater pets than ever.</p> + +<p class="right"><span class="smcap">Catherine A. Morin.</span><br /> +(Aged 15¾.)</p> + +<p><i>6, Clarendon Square, Leamington.</i></p> + +<p class="center">Certified by <span class="smcap">Alice Morin</span> (Mother).</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>LIST OF HONOUR.</h4> + +<p><i>First Prize (One-Guinea Book), with Officer's Medal of +the "Little Folks" Legion of Honour</i>;—<span class="smcap">Catherine A. +Morin</span> (15¾), 6, Clarendon Square, Leamington. <i>Second +Prize (Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Book), with Officer's +Medal</i>:—<span class="smcap">Emily Gittins</span> (13½), 14, Philip Road, Peckham +Rye, S.E. <i>Honourable Mention, with Member's Medal</i>:—<span class="smcap">Ethel +M. Angus</span> (14½), North Ashfield, Newcastle-on-Tyne; +<span class="smcap">Mildred Crompton-Roberts</span> (13), 16, Belgrave +Square, London, S.W.; <span class="smcap">Louie Debenham</span> (15), Presteigne, +Radnorshire; <span class="smcap">Clifford Crawford</span> (11¾), 21, Windsor +Street, Edinburgh; <span class="smcap">Louie W. Smith</span> (15), 11, Woodside +Terrace, Glasgow; <span class="smcap">Julia Eldred</span> (14), Truro Vean +Cottage, Truro; <span class="smcap">Edith B. Jowett</span> (15¾), Thackley Road, +Idle, near Bradford; <span class="smcap">Madeline de L'Ecuyer</span> (12), +Château du Rohello par Baden, Morbihan, France; <span class="smcap">Emily +W. Wall</span> (15), The Hill House, Warwick; <span class="smcap">Blanche K. A. +Coventry</span> (14¾), Severn Stoke Rectory, Worcester; C. +<span class="smcap">Maude Battersby</span> (15), Cromlyn, Rathowen, West Meath.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h4><a name="Answers_To_Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles" id="Answers_To_Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles"></a>ANSWERS TO OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES (<i>page</i> 125).</h4> + +<p class="center">MESOSTICH.—<span class="smcap">Brazil.</span></p> + +<p class="center">1. Nu <b>B</b> ia. 2. Ame <b>R</b> ica. 3. Sp <b>A</b> in. 4. Spe <b>Z</b> zia.<br /> +5. Jer <b>I</b> cho. 6. Ire <b>L</b> and.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">SINGLE ACROSTIC—<span class="smcap">Claudius.</span></p> + +<p class="center">1. <b>C</b> abinet. 2.<b> L</b> abourer. 3. <b>A</b> rc. 4. <b>U</b> nicorn. 5. <b>D</b> eer.<br /> +6. <b>I</b> ron. 7. <b>U</b> rsula. 8. <b>S</b> apphire.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">TOWNS ENIGMATICALLY EXPRESSED.</p> + +<p class="center">1. New-port. 2. Sunder-land. 3. Scar-borough. 4.<br /> +War-wick. 5. Vent-nor. 6. Maiden-head. 7. Ox-ford.<br /> +8. Work-sop. 9. Clap-ham.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">HIDDEN PROVERBS.</p> + +<div class="block width350"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">1. "Fine feathers make fine birds."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">2. "Many a true word is spoken in jest."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">3. "Prevention is better than cure."<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">DOUBLE ACROSTIC AND ARITHMOREM.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Beech—Maple.</p> + +<p class="center">1. <b>B</b> loo <b>M</b>. 2. <b>E</b> ncyclopædi <b>A</b>. 3. <b>E</b> ggfli <b>P</b>. 4. <b>C</b> ur <b>L</b>.<br /> +5. <b>H</b> uman <b>E</b>.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">GEOGRAPHICAL DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Persia—Darius.<br /> +1. <b>P</b> eipu <b>S</b>. 2. <b>E</b> rla <b>U</b>. 3. <b>R</b> acconig <b>I</b>. 4. <b>S</b> uperio <b>R</b>.<br /> +5. <b>I</b> vic <b>A</b>. 6. <b>A</b> biya <b>D</b>.</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">RIDDLE-ME-REE.—"Elephanta."</p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">QUOTATION DROP-WORD PUZZLE.</p> + +<div class="block width500"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">"The children then began to sigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">And all their merry chat was o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And yet they felt, they knew not why,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">More glad than they had felt before."—Aiken.<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">MISSING-LETTER PUZZLE.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">The Spanish Armada.</p> + +<div class="block width500"> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I tell of the thrice-famous deeds she wrought in ancient days,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When that great fleet invincible against her bore in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The richest spoils of Mexico, the stoutest hearts of Spain."<br /></span> +</div></div> +</div> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">PICTORIAL NATURAL HISTORY PUZZLE.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Common Wombat of Australia.<br /> +1. Monsoon. 2. Combat. 3. Rail. 4. Won. 5. Fault. 6. Aim.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles" id="Our_Little_Folks_Own_Puzzles"></a>OUR LITTLE FOLKS' OWN PUZZLES.</h2> + +<p class="center">MISSING LETTER PUZZLE.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap176a"><span class="dropcap">W</span></span><span class="smcap">hen</span> the missing letters have been supplied, the +whole will form a well-known verse from one of +Hood's poems.</p> + +<p>W × t × f × n × c × s × e × r × a × d × o × n × i × h × y × l × d × h × a × y × n × r × d,<br /> +× w × m × n × a × i × u × w × m × n × y × a × s × l × i × g × e × n × e × l × a × d × h × e × d:<br /> +× t × t × h × t × t × h × t × t × h × n × o × e × t × h × n × e × a × d × i × t;<br /> +× n × s × i × l × i × h × v × i × e × f × o × o × o × s × i × c × s × e × a × g × h × s × n × o × t × e × h × r ×.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Lillie Maxwell.<br /> +(Aged 15.)</p> + +<p><i>Glen Albert, Roscrea,</i><br /> +<i>Co. Tipperary, Ireland.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">SINGLE GEOGRAPHICAL ACROSTIC.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap176b"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><span class="smcap">y</span> initials read downwards represent an island in the +East Indies.</p> + +<p>1. A town in Derbyshire.<br /> +2. A lake in Ireland.<br /> +3. A river in Ireland.<br /> +4. An island in the Mediterranean Sea.<br /> +5. Scene of a battle-field in Germany.<br /> +6. A river of Asia Minor.<br /> +7. A town in Shropshire.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Emily Legge.<br /> +(Aged 14.)</p> + +<p><i>Burleigh House,</i><br /> +<i>Cliftonville, Margate.</i></p> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 580px;"> +<img src="images/i177.jpg" width="500" height="278" alt="GEOGRAPHICAL PICTORIAL ACROSTIC" title="GEOGRAPHICAL PICTORIAL ACROSTIC" /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">geographical pictorial acrostic.</span><br /> +The initials and finals of the lines formed by the above objects give the names of two countries.</p> +</div> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">DOUBLE MESOSTICH.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap178a"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><span class="smcap">y</span> central letters read downwards will form the names +of two characters from Shakespeare.</p> + +<p>1. A desire.<br /> +2. A musical wind instrument.<br /> +3. A flock.<br /> +4. A kind of checkered cloth.<br /> +5. An old game.<br /> +6. Termination.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Nora Besley.<br /> +(Aged 15.)</p> +<p><i>Rose Mount, Sydenham Rise.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">RIDDLE-ME-REE.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap178c"><span class="dropcap">M</span></span><span class="smcap">y</span> first is in light, but not in dark;<br /> +My second is in field, but not in park.<br /> +My third is in gate, but not in door;<br /> +My fourth is in ceiling, but not in floor;<br /> +My fifth is in three, but not in two;<br /> +My whole is a beast well known to you.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">W. Pigott.<br /> +(Aged 13¾.)</p> + +<p><i>Eagle House, Barton-on-Humber</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">HIDDEN PROVERBS.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap178b"><span class="dropcap">E</span></span>eehhhiiiiklnoorrsstttw.<br /> +2. aaaeeeeeehhhillrrrssttwwwy.<br /> +3. abcehhiklmnooooooprssttty.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Rachel T. Byng.<br /> +(Aged 14½.)</p> + +<p><i>St Peter's Parsonage,</i><br /> +<i>Cranley Gardens, London, S. W.</i></p> + +<p> </p> + +<p class="center">BEHEADED WORDS.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap178d"><span class="dropcap">I</span></span><span class="smcap">am</span> part of a cart.<br /> +Behead me, I am part of the foot.<br /> +Behead me again and I am a fish.</p> + +<p>2. I am something to write upon.<br /> +Behead me and I am not in time.<br /> +Behead me again and I am part of the verb <i>to eat.</i></p> + +<p>3. I am not fresh.<br /> +Behead me and I am a story.<br /> +Behead me again and I am a drink.</p> + +<p class="right smcap">Mary H. Stewart.<br /> +(Aged 13.)</p> + +<p><i>Seafield, Blakeney Rd., Beckenham.</i></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Prize_Puzzle_Competition" id="Prize_Puzzle_Competition"></a>PRIZE PUZZLE COMPETITION.</h2> + +<p>SPECIAL HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION.</p> + +<p><span class="dropcap180"><span class="dropcap">A</span></span><span class="smcap">s</span> announced in the two previous numbers, the Editor +proposes to give those of his Readers residing abroad +an opportunity of competing for Prizes on favourable +terms with Subscribers in Great Britain. In order to +do this an extension of time for sending in Solutions to the +Puzzles will be necessary; and, as may be seen from the +notice below, about Two Months will be allowed for sending +in Solutions to the Puzzles contained in this Number. Thus +Children dwelling on the Continent, in the United States and +Canada, and elsewhere abroad, will be enabled to take part +in these popular Competitions.</p> + +<p>It may be mentioned that Children residing in Great +Britain will all be eligible to compete for Prizes as usual.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Prizes.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">Twenty prizes will be awarded for the best Solutions +to the Puzzles given <i>in this Number</i>; Ten to Competitors in +the Senior (for girls and boys between the ages of 14 and 16 +<i>inclusive</i>), and Ten to Competitors in the Junior Division +(for those <i>under</i> 14 years of age).</p> + +<p class="blockquot">The following will be the value of the Prizes, in books, +given in <i>each</i> Division:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p class="blockquot">1. A First Prize of One Guinea.<br /> +2. A Second Prize of Half a Guinea.<br /> +3. A Third Prize of Seven Shillings and Sixpence.<br /> +4. Two Prizes of Five Shillings.<br /> +5. Five Prizes of Half a Crown.</p></div> + +<p class="blockquot">There will also be awards of Bronze Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little +Folks</span> Legion of Honour to the three next highest of the +Competitors following the Prize-winners in <i>each</i> Division.</p> + +<p class="blockquot">N.B. The Solutions, together with the names and addresses +of the Prize and Medal winners, will be published in +the January Number of <span class="smcap">Little Folks.</span></p> + +<p class="sml center smcap">Regulations.</p> + +<p class="sml">Solutions to the Puzzles published in this number must reach +the Editor not later than October 25th (November 1st for +Competitors residing abroad), addressed as under:—</p> + +<p class="sml"><i>The Editor of "Little Folks,"<br /> +La Belle Sauvage Yard,<br /> +Ludgate Hill,<br /> +London, E.C.</i><br /> +<i>Answers to Puzzles.<br /> +Junior [or Senior] Division.</i></p> + +<p class="sml">Solutions to Puzzles must be accompanied by certificates from a +Parent, Teacher, or other responsible person, stating that they +are <i>the sole and unaided work</i> of the competitor. No assistance +must be given by any other person.</p> + +<p class="sml">Competitors can be credited only under their own name.</p> + +<p class="sml">The decision of the Editor of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> on all matters +must be considered final.</p> + +<p class="center">I.—GEOGRAPHICAL ALPHABETICAL PUZZLES.</p> + +<p>In guessing the following Puzzles the letters given, when +arranged in their correct order, will give the names of the +places indicated. Thus, if the word were Scotland, it would +be arranged thus—ACDLNOST—(A country).</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Senior Division.</p> + +<p><i>Proem</i>.—ACEFNR (a country).</p> + +<p><i>Lights</i>.—1. AEEFLLRW (cape). 2. CEEHORST (town). 3. +ACIINOSTT (island). 4. AEHN (river). 5. AACEHILNOP +(island). 6. AADEEMNRRSTU (province).</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Junior Division.</p> + +<p><i>Proem</i>.—AAACDN (a Crown colony)</p> + +<p><i>Lights</i>.—1. ABCES (gulf). 2. AABDDEGIMRS (sandbanks). +3. AEEHNNVW (town). 4. AACEGHLNR (port). 5. ADGILNR +(river). 6. AEEEIMNRRST (town).</p> + +<p class="center">SYNONYM MESOSTICH.</p> + +<p>In place of the words given below put others having the +same meaning. If correctly given the centre letters of the +lights will give the proem.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Senior Division.</p> + +<p><i>Proem</i>.—A division of Cryptogamous plants.</p> + +<p><i>Lights</i>.—1. An old kind of weapon. 2. A kind of rich, +sweet cake. 3. Petulantly. 4. Ancient or obsolete. 5. A +cloth worker's forked instrument. 6. Vacuity.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Junior Division.</p> + +<p><i>Proem</i>.—A division, dignity, or distinction.</p> + +<p><i>Lights</i>.—1. Strange or whimsical. 2. Inapplicability. 3. +Having differed or dissented. 4. An egg-shaped chemical +vessel. 5. A recital of circumstances. 6. Having flat petals.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Summer Competition (Puzzle No. 1).</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Senior Division.</p> + +<p>1. Centaury. 2. Polyanthus. 3. Mimulus. 4. Eschscholtzia. +5. Antirrhinum. 6. Valerian. 7. Achimenes. +8. Clematis. 9. Ageratum. 10. Berberis.</p> + +<p class="sml">CLASS I.—Consisting of those who have gained ten marks:—M. C. Brodrick, +M. Breffit, R. Brooke, A. Bradbury, H. Bagnall, N. Besley, J. Cooper, L. E. +Curme, M. Cooper, F. G. Callcott, C. Debenham, M. Edwardes, H. G. Fraser, +W. Farndale, F. Forrest, A. Golledge, D. von. Hacht, L. Haydon, M. Heddle, +G. Curling-Hope, J. Jackson, M. Jakeman, A. M. Jackson, A. Lynch, M. Lloyd, +L. Leach, B. Law, C. Morin, E. Maynard, F. MacCarthy, M. More, E. +Marsden, M. Mercer, E. McCaul, E. Morgan, G. Martin, M. C. Nix, K. Nix, +C. J. Nix, N. Pybus, E. Roughton, H. R. Stanton, A. Sifton, L. Wood-Smith, +H. R. Dudley-Smith, M. Browning-Smith, A. Sifton, A. Slessor, Una Tracy, +C. Trüdinger, B. Tomlinson, A. C. Wilson, M. Wilson.</p> + +<p class="sml">CLASS II.—Consisting of those who have gained nine marks or less:—A. +Adams, G. Burne, M. Bradbury, M. Buckley, E. A. Browne, H. Blunt, A. +Bartholomew, J. Burnet, J. Bumsted, H. Coombes, W. Coode, A. Carrington, +H. Cholmondeley, B. Coventry, H. Cornford, H. Collins, G. Dundas, H. Dyson, +B. Dunning, R. Eustace, L. Fraser, M. Fulcher, E. D. Griffith, A. Good, J. +Chappell-Hodge, E. Hanlon, G. Horner, M. Jones-Henry, E. Hinds, M. Hartfield, +E. Hobson, B. Hudson, E. Hayes, E. Chappell-Hodge, F. Ivens, W. +Ireland, W. Johnson, J. Jowett, E. Jowett, V. Jeans, G. Leicester, H. Leah, +J. Little, E. Lithgow, H. Leake, C. Mather, E. May, K. Mills, M. Meagle, +A. Pellier, M. Pretty, E. Parks, K. Pickard, G. Pettman, K. Robinson, L. +Rees, N. Ross, A. Rawes, R. Row, E. Rita, G. Russell, A. Reading, E. Rudd, +M. Spencer, J. Side, M. Addison-Scott, G. Sayer, M. Stuttle, M. Trollope, M. +Welsh, E. Wilkinson, E. Wedgwood, W. C. Wilson, B. Walton, B. Wright, +L. Webb, H. O. Watson, K. Williams, H. Wilmot, M. Wood, one without name, +E. L. Prenner, A. Treacy, C. M. St. Jean.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Junior Division.</p> + +<p>1. Celandine. 2. Jasmine. 3. Agrimony. 4. Dianthus. +5. Campanula. 6. Dielytra. 7. Begonia. 8. Coreopsis. +9. Anemone. 10. Pimpernel. 11. Succory.</p> + +<p class="sml">CLASS I.—Consisting of those who have gained eleven marks:—L. Besley, +C. Burne, A. Browne, F. Burne, M. Balfour, M. Bagnall, M. Buckler, L. +Bennett, G. Blenkin, G. Barnes, F. Clayton, S. Cuthill, M. Curme, A. Coombs, +Lily Clayton, H. Curme, C. Crawford, M. Callcott, W. Coventry, G. Debenham, +K. Edwards, G. Fulcher, F. Foulger, A. Farmer, L. Forrest, H. Fox, L. Gill, +M. Humphreys, Elma Hoare, M. A. Howard, E. Jowett, L. Leach, E. Leake, +K. Lynch, H. More, G. O'Morris, A. Marindin, N. Maxwell, M. Morin, E. +Metcalf, D. Maskell, E. Neame, G. Neame, L. Rudd, H. Russell, M. Wood-Smith, +G. Stallybrass, V. N. Sharpe, M. Somerville, M. McCalman Turpie, E. +Thompson, E. Wilmot, L. Weekman, G. Williams, M. Wilson, E. Yeo, M. E. +John, G. T. A. Hodgson.</p> + +<p class="sml">CLASS II.—Consisting of those who have gained ten marks or less:—R. +Ainsworth, M. Beattie, E. Brake, E. Barnes, G. Buckle, D. Blunt, F. Callum, +E. Carrington, E. Coombes, V. Coombes, M. Cooper, P. Davidson, E. Elston, +E. Evans, L. Franklin, M. Frisby, A. Gilbert, F. Gibbons, M. Golledge, L. +Hudson, W. Hobson, A. Harding, K. Hawkins, G. Chappell-Hodge, A. Ireland, +G. Jackson, M. Jenkins, B. Jones, A. King, E. Lucy, W. Lewenz, L. Lockhart, +J. Lancum, F. Löwy, C. Little, A. Leah, M. Lang, H. Mugliston, M. McLaren, +F. Medlycott, E. Nicholson, F. Newman, C Prideaux, J. Pillett, G. Price, B. +Peachey, E. Raven, A. Rudd, E. Spencer, E. Stanton, H. M. Smith, M. Delisle-Trentham, +L. Walpole, M. Wiper, N. Wright, C. Wise, D. Wright, G. +Williams, B. Webb.</p> + +<p class="center">AWARD OF PRIZES (<span class="smcap">Tenth Quarter</span>).</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Senior Division.</p> + +<p class="sml">The <i>First Prize</i> of a Guinea Volume is awarded to <span class="smcap">Frederick G. Calcott</span> +(15), Hazeldon, 27, Shepherd's Bush Road, W.</p> + +<p class="sml">The <i>Second, Third</i>, and <i>Fourth Prizes</i> are divided between <span class="smcap">J. L. Lewenz</span> +(16), Pelham Crescent, The Park, Nottingham, and <span class="smcap">Mabel</span> and <span class="smcap">Janet +Cooper</span> (twin sisters), (15¾), Birdhyrst, Auckland Road, Upper Norwood, S.E., +who are awarded Books to the value of 7s. 6d. each.</p> + +<p class="sml"><i>Bronze Medals</i> of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour are awarded to:—<span class="smcap">Mabel +Bradbury</span> (16½), Oak Lodge, Nightingale Lane, S.W.; <span class="smcap">Matilda +Heddle</span> (15), St. Leonard's, St. Andrews, N.B.; <span class="smcap">Emma P. Prate</span> (15), +The Square, Warwick; <span class="smcap">M. A. Addison-Scott</span> (16), Abbey Park Villas, St. +Andrews, N.B.; <span class="smcap">Emma Maynard</span> (16½), 16, Wood Lane, Shepherd's Bush, W.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Junior Division.</p> + +<p class="sml">The <i>First</i> and <i>Second Prizes</i> are awarded between <span class="smcap">Fredk. S. Howard</span> +(7½), and <span class="smcap">Mary A. Howard</span> (11), 15, Clarence Square, Gosport, who are +awarded books to the value of 15s. 6d. each.</p> + +<p class="sml">The <i>Third</i> and <i>Fourth Prizes</i> are awarded between <span class="smcap">Frederick Cooper</span> +(13) and <span class="smcap">Mabel Cooper</span> (11), Warwick House, Ticehurst, Sussex; <span class="smcap">Nellie +M. Maxwell</span> (13), Jenner Road, Guildford; <span class="smcap">Muriel M. Wood-Smith</span> (12), +11, Woodside Terrace, Glasgow: each of whom receives a Book value 3s. +<span class="smcap">Dorothy Blunt</span> and M. <span class="smcap">McCallman Turpie</span> gained the same number of +marks as the above, but having taken a Prize last Quarter are prevented by +the rules from receiving one this time.</p> + +<p class="sml"><i>Bronze Medals</i> of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour are awarded to +<span class="smcap">Frances Jean Clayton</span>, 2, Anchor Gate Terrace, Portsea; <span class="smcap">Agnes F. +COOMBES</span> (13), Beaminster, Dorsetshire <span class="smcap">Sharley Fullford</span> (11½), High +Street, Fareham, Hampshire; <span class="smcap">Lucie Forrest</span> (13), Northolme, Gainsborough; +<span class="smcap">Arthur J. King</span> (13¼), 75, Beresford Street, Cawberwell, S.E.</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> +<a name="Questions_and_Answers" id="Questions_and_Answers"></a> +<img src="images/i182.jpg" width="550" height="86" alt="Questions and Answers" title="Questions and Answers" /> +</div> + +<p>[<i>The Editor requests that all inquiries and replies intended for +insertion in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> should have the words "Questions +and Answers" written on the left-hand top corners of the +envelopes containing them. Only those which the Editor considers +suitable and of general interest to his readers will be printed</i>.]</p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Prize Competitions</span>, &c.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Helen</span>.—[I am always pleased to see any Picture Puzzles +sent by my readers, and am willing to insert them if they are +suitable. They should, however, differ as far as possible +from any already published in <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.—<span class="smcap">Ed</span>.]</p> + +<p>A. H., <span class="smcap">Two Competitors</span>.—[All the 1884 Special Prize +Competitions close on the 30th of September. Others will be +announced in due course. All the articles of every kind +sent in competition will be distributed among the little +inmates of Children's Hospitals.—<span class="smcap">Ed</span>.]</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Literature.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Pussy Cat</span> asks where the line</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>is to be found? and who was the author?</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Daphne</span> writes in answer to <span class="smcap">Flurumpus Flump</span> to say +that</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i4">"A boy's will is the wind's will"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>occurs in one of Longfellow's earlier poems, entitled "My +Lost Youth." The first verse is as follows:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Often I think of the beautiful town<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That is seated by the sea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Often in thought go up and down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The pleasant streets of that dear old town,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And my youth comes back to me.<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And a verse of a Lapland song<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Is haunting my memory still;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'A boy's will is the wind's will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the thoughts of youth are long long thoughts.'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Answers also received from <span class="smcap">Sea Nymph, Nell Gwynne, +Tattie Coram, Iceberg, An Irish Girl, W. R., The +Duke of Omnium, Stella, Sunday Nose, E. M. T.</span>, +and <span class="smcap">Taffy</span>.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Little Bo-Peep</span> asks if any one can tell her the author of +the following lines, and in what poem they occur:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">"There is a reaper, whose name is Death,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And, with his sickle keen.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">And the flowers that grow between."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="center smcap">Work.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Georgina Dexter</span> asks how to make a pair of bedroom +slippers.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Florence Waters</span> would be glad if any one could tell +her how to clean crewel-work.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Cookery.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Violet</span> writes in answer to <span class="smcap">A Maid of Athens</span> that a +very good recipe for oat-cakes is as follows:—Put two or +three handfuls of coarse Scottish oatmeal into a basin +with a pinch of carbonate of soda, mix well together, add +one dessert-spoonful of hot dripping, mixing quickly with +the hand; pour in as much cold water as will allow it to be +lifted out of the basin in a very soft lump. Put this with a +handful of meal upon a pastry-board, scattering meal upon +it. Roll it out quickly with a rolling-pin; when as thick as a +half-crown brush off all meal with some feathers or a pastry +brush. Put another board upon the cake, reverse it, and +brush it the other side. Slip it upon a hot girdle, cut it with +a knife across and across so as to form triangular pieces. +When they begin to curl up at the edges turn them on the +girdle, keep them there till dry enough to lift, then remove +them to a toaster in front of the fire, where they should +become a light brown. Be careful to keep the girdle +brushed free of loose oatmeal, scraping it occasionally with +a knife. The more rapidly the cakes are made the <ins class="correction" title="Transcriber's note: in the original the paragraph ends with closing quotation marks">better.</ins></p> + +<p class="center smcap">General.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Herbert Masters</span> would be very glad if any of the +readers of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> would tell him the cost of a small +carpenter's bench.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">An Amateur Mechanic</span> inquires which is the best +wood for fretwork purposes; and where fret-saws may be +obtained.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Stickleback</span> wishes to know if it is necessary to have +real salt water for a salt-water aquarium, or whether any +sea-salt which is sold would answer the purpose.</p> + +<p>W. R. writes in reply to M. H. S.'s question, that +maidenhair ferns should never be allowed to want water, +which, if the drainage of the pot is perfect, may be applied +every evening during the summer months, and at mid-day +twice a week from late autumn until early spring. Answers +also received from Erin, <span class="smcap">H. J. M., Dorothy Draggle-tail, +"The Woman in White," A. E. C., Fédora, +A. H., E. M. C., Little Nose-in-Air</span>, and <span class="smcap">Alice in +Wonderland</span>.</p> + +<p class="center smcap">Natural History.</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">A Green Gooseberry</span> wishes to know what makes +canaries desert their eggs, and how they can be prevented.—[They +cannot be "prevented." The most common cause is +insect vermin. If these are found, burn all the old nests, +use Persian powder freely on the birds, and paint the cracks +in the cages with corrosive sublimate, and then varnish over +the places.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Pearl</span> would be glad to know how to keep dormice, and +what their habits are; she has just had two given to her, and +one died the third day and the other only sleeps.—[They are +fed chiefly on dry grain with a few nuts, and occasionally +some blades of grass. They are shy, and sleep most of the +day. During that time they want a quiet place and to be +let alone, but when tame they will come out at night and +climb up the curtains if allowed.]</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">A Guinea-pig</span> asks what is the best food for guinea-pigs?—[They +are fed like rabbits in the main, but may +have a little bread and fresh milk squeezed rather dry, with a +few bits of dry crust, or a few grains of wheat or barley +occasionally. Every day give a little green food, dried first.]</p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="Picture_Wanting_Words" id="Picture_Wanting_Words"></a>Picture Wanting Words.</h2> + +<p class="center">SPECIAL HOME AND FOREIGN COMPETITION.</p> + +<p>As already announced, the Editor has arranged, in response to repeated requests, for a Special "Picture Wanting +Words" Competition, in which Readers of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> residing on the Continent and in the United States, +Canada, &c. (or anywhere abroad), may have an opportunity of competing for Prizes on favourable terms with +Subscribers in Great Britain. In order to do this, a longer time than usual for sending in answers to the Picture will +be necessary; and as will be seen below, about Two Months will be allowed for this purpose in the present Competition. +(Children living in Great Britain and Ireland will, of course, all be eligible to compete for Prizes as usual.)</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> +<a name="Illustration" id="Illustration"></a> +<img src="images/i185.jpg" width="600" height="503" alt="Questions and Answers" title="Questions and Answers" /> +</div> + +<p>The picture printed on this page forms the subject for the Competition, and the Prizes to be awarded are as follow:—For +the Two best short and <i>original</i> Descriptions of the Picture Two One-Guinea Books and Officers' Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little +Folks</span> Legion of Honour will be given; for the next best Description a Half-Guinea Book and an Officer's Medal will be +given; and Three Seven-Shilling-and-Sixpenny Books and Officers' Medals will also be given for the Three best Descriptions +<i>relatively to the age of the Competitors</i>—so that no Competitor is too young to try for the three last-named Prizes. To avoid +any possibility of mistake, and for the guidance of new Competitors, the full Regulations are given:—</p> + +<p>1. No Description must exceed 500 words in length, and each must be written on one side of the paper only.</p> + +<p>2. The Descriptions must be certified as <i>strictly original</i> by a Minister, Teacher, Parent, or some other responsible +person.</p> + +<p>3. All the Competitors must be under the age of Sixteen years.</p> + +<p>4. Descriptions from Competitors residing in Great Britain and Ireland must reach the Editor on or before the 25th of +October next; in the case of Descriptions sent from any place abroad an extension of time to the 1st of November will be +allowed.</p> + +<p>5. In addition to the Six Prizes and Officers' Medals, some of the most deserving Competitors will be included in a +special List of Honour, and awarded Members' Medals of the <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span> Legion of Honour. The award of Prizes, in +addition to One of the Prize Descriptions, will be printed in the January Number of <span class="smcap">Little Folks</span>.</p> + +<p>6. 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