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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/44596-0.txt b/44596-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8f51bf8 --- /dev/null +++ b/44596-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,2083 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44596 *** + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 61. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, December 28, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: THE FIRST NEW-YEAR'S CALL.--SEE NEXT PAGE.] + +A HAPPY NEW YEAR. + + +On the first page of this New-Year's number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE is +a picture of the first New-Year's call of the season, which is one made +at the door of every house in the land just as the clock strikes twelve +on New-Year's Eve. + +The little fur-clad figure knocking for admittance is that of New Year +himself, Master Eighteen Eighty-One, laden with promises and good wishes +that will, we hope, insure him a warm welcome from the sleepy watchers +within the cozy room to which he seeks to enter. Even Miss Dolly, whom +the children have left on the cricket in the corner to watch the old +year out and the new one in, and who does not look at all sleepy, will +welcome the little stranger in her own way, and he will quickly be made +to feel at home. + +Now watch for him, dear children; he will surely come to every door, and +when he arrives, welcome him warmly, and make up your minds to do +everything in your power to make him the very happiest New Year that +ever was. + + + + +"PRINCE CHARLIE." + +BY KATHERINE KAMERON. + + +Christmas was over. The twins, Allan and Jessie, had romped and played +away the whole delightful day, in doors and out. + +Wonderful to tell, they had wearied of all the pretty new toys, and +found an end to play. After tea they sat quietly in the fire-glow, +talking with mamma about the beautiful new picture that was her gift to +them. It was a charming group of gayly dressed children--little Princes +and a Princess, the children of the unhappy King Charles I. of England. +The tallest was a handsome boy, in a suit of scarlet velvet, with a +broad collar of rich old lace. He held by the hand a tiny tot, in a +frilled cap and a dress of blue silk, who timidly clung to the +protecting arm of his big brother. The third was a quaint little damsel +in a robe of creamy satin, standing with her dainty hands demurely +folded before her. Her long stately dress touched the floor with its +border of Vandyck points, and her small head was curiously dressed in a +by-gone courtly fashion. About her pretty throat was a necklace of +costly pearls, and she looked the perfect model of a tiny old-time lady +of high degree. A pair of graceful spaniels crouched at the feet of the +children, and behind them was a curtain of some rich foreign stuff. The +fire-light flashed on the sweet young faces and shining auburn hair, +touching the waves and curls, while the shadows danced and nickered +until it seemed to Allan that the bright eyes smiled back to him as he +looked up. It was like a pleasant dream, and Allan's blue eyes grew +slowly dim and dimmer. Jessie's eyelids had been drooping from the time +mamma began to tell about the royal children, and directly the twins +were fast asleep. Papa came in, and mamma laughed with him at the effect +of her story, and then the little sleepers were playfully shaken until +they were wide awake enough to walk up stairs. + +There was a sleepy good-night kiss all around, a double "Now I lay me," +and two heads nestled down on two soft pillows, and the long delightful +Christmas-day was quite gone. + +In almost no time Allan felt a hand on his shoulder, and a voice said, +softly, "Allan, Allan, wake up, my man, and come and show me about the +things." + +Allan turned over, rubbed his dazed eyes, and then jumped straight up in +bed, winking and blinking in wonder at what he saw. Standing beside his +bed was a handsome lad, about his own size, in a scarlet velvet suit. +The stranger was laughing merrily at his surprise, as he spoke again: +"My good fellow, don't sit staring at me, but put on your doublet and +the rest, and come on. We have not long to stay." At this, Allan glanced +through the open door of Jessie's room, and there by her bed he saw in +the moonlight the dainty little dame in the trailing satin. She was +whispering to Jessie. In an instant the visitors vanished hand in hand +through the doorway, and the children heard their soft footfalls on the +stairway. "Prince Charlie! Princess Mary!" was all they said, but they +fairly danced into their clothes, and then ran quickly down to the +library; and when the door opened, what a strange sight met their +astonished eyes! There was a famous fire in the grate, and by the bright +blaze they saw Prince Charlie mounted, on the new velocipede, tugging at +the bridle, and cracking his whip until it snapped again, but the queer +steed moved not a pace. The little Princess sat holding +Nannette--Jessie's French doll--speechless with delight. She turned the +pretty head from side to side, she moved the arms and feet, she examined +the tiny kid boots with their high heels. Then she admired the long +gloves with no end of buttons, and the scrap of a bonnet, made of shreds +of flower and feather in a wonderful way, and perched on a high tower of +fluffy flossy hair. + +"Do you like it, Princess Mary?" asked Jessie, most respectfully. + +"Oh, it is bonny," was the answer; "so much prettier than any I ever +saw. Is your father a great King, and does he have such wonderful dolls +made for you?" she asked. + +"Oh, dear me, no, Princess," said Jessie, hastily, and wanting very much +to laugh. "My father is a great doctor, though. We have no Kings in our +country." + +"No Kings!" echoed the little lady, incredulously. "Who reigns, then? +But do not say Princess every time; call me Mary. We must go back so +soon, and I have a hundred questions to ask about so many strange +things. We are very tired of looking at them from up there," glancing at +the picture. + +"Indeed, we have longed to get down close by you ever since we came," +exclaimed the Prince. "I am sure you saw us smile at you last evening," +he added. + +"So I was right," cried Allan, joyfully. "I thought so;" and looking up +to the picture, he saw the pretty spaniels quite alone against the rich +drapery. They were huddled together in a lonely way, a silky heap of +noses and paws. At Prince Charlie's voice one of them threw up his head +for a dismal howl, but at a sign from his young master he patiently +curled down to wait. + +The Princess missed Jamie, and turned to look for him. There, in a +corner on the floor, sat the baby Duke, in his sky-blue silk, dancing +Jessie's droll Japanese "Ning-Ping" until the limp arms and legs fairly +flew. He stopped a moment to look into the narrow sleepy eyes, and to +touch the long braid that hung down behind, and the stiff little fringe, +like a brush, on top of the queer head, and then again the legs and arms +rattled a tune, while Jamie's round, solemn eyes seemed not even to +wink, so intent and wondering was his look. In the mean time his stately +sister held Nannette close in her arms, as she moved about, looking, +listening, and questioning. + +Just then Jamie called, softly, "Charlie! Charlie! Mary! come and see." + +The little fellow had found a box of jointed wooden animals and people. +He was twisting the legs and arms and paws and wings into all manner of +shapes, and then standing up the funny wry shapes, and laughing in high +glee. + +Allan noticed how quietly they all spoke and moved. Even when they +laughed heartily, or called out, they did not make any loud noise. He +wondered if it was being pictures so long had made them so still. + +Presently Jessie took her lacquered box, full of small treasures, from +the table to the sofa, where the two girls cozily seated themselves. All +of the simple, pretty things seemed equally new and curious to the +little stranger. Jessie tried to have the Princess Mary keep a few +trifles which she seemed most to admire, but in vain; she only drew up +her small quaint figure, and said, quietly, "A Princess may not accept +gifts." Somehow, although she smiled graciously, this little speech +troubled Jessie, who feared she had been rude, although she did not in +the least know how. + +Duke Jamie had in the mean time wearied of his wooden people, and went +wandering about in his baby fashion, but never for a moment dropping +Ning-Ping. Just then he spied his brother careering around on the +velocipede, having learned from Allan how to manage it. Of course Jamie +cried for a ride, and fortunately got it. While the Prince was whirling +round, Allan had wound up his engine with the long train of passenger +coaches, and sent it spinning across the floor in front of the fire. In +a twinkling Prince Charlie jumped down to see the new wonder. The +Princess at once lifted Jamie astride of the strange steed, and with one +arm about him, walked in a motherly way by his side, pushing the curious +vehicle. + +"What is this long carriage?" asked young Royalty. + +"Only a steam-engine and train of cars," was the reply. + +"But where is the steam?" said the Prince. + +"Oh, there is none here; this goes by wheels, like a clock; but the real +cars that we travel on run by steam." + +The long train began to creep slowly, and the wheels whirred and buzzed +a little in running down. Allan handed the key to his guest, and Prince +Charlie wound it up with a zest, and watched it awhile; then he turned +to Allan with, "I say, how do they run by steam?" + +"Why, the steam is made by the fire under the engine boiler, like a big +tea-kettle," explained Allan, carefully, and feeling like a professor; +"this turns the engine wheels somehow, and the cars being all fast to +it, they go like lightning almost." + +He soon bethought himself of his little engine, and in a few minutes it +was steaming up, with the piston-rod pumping and the wheels whizzing, +and the Prince quite lost in wonder. It was a very novel and pleasant +sensation to know so much more than a royal Prince, and Allan enjoyed it +hugely. Looking about him for new marvels, he chanced on his +printing-press. The fire-light was dying out, and it was too dark for +type-setting, so he quickly struck a match and lighted the gas jet. When +he turned, his guests stood stupefied and open-mouthed with most unroyal +amazement. + +The Prince gasped out, "Sister, did you see him set fire to a hole? +Surely he did it, and with a dry splinter." + +The Princess turned quite pale. "Are the walls full of fire?" she asked, +anxiously, hugging baby Jamie closely. + +This was, indeed, like magic to the royal pair, and, truth to tell, the +young magician was nearly as much at a loss to explain the phenomenon. + +"It is gas, only gas," said Allan. + +"And what in the name of all the saints is this gas?" returned the +Prince. + +"Oh, something that is made from coal, and runs in tubes in the wall, +and burns in the air like oil," said Allan. "It is not loose; it can not +get out of the tubes. It is quite safe," he assured the frightened +Princess, "and the dry splinter has something on the tip--phosphorus, I +think--that fires when it is scraped." Thus re-assured, the royal pair +amused themselves for some time drawing matches, quite like common +children. After this Allan introduced his treadle press, and soon the +boys were deep in the mysteries of type-setting, inking, and taking +impressions. The Prince wondered greatly at a printing-press for a boy's +pastime, and still more to see it revolve so rapidly. + +"I once went," he said, "to see them print our London weekly. They had +no treadle, for the press was worked by hand; but then they had famous +printers there, and plenty of them, you see, and could send out a +thousand papers in a day," and he looked to Allan for admiration. + +"That was doing very well," was the calm response; "but with a treadle I +could work off about twice as many myself. In our country we use steam +to drive every sort of machine, and to-day our Yankee presses just buzz +round, and throw about eight thousand or ten thousand newspapers an +hour, all cut and folded." + +"Don't! don't!" cried Prince Charlie; "that is a little faster than I +can think. I am sure there can't be people enough to read so many. I +should lose my breath in your fast country. What, pray, is the use of +driving things like lightning? Let us try those cards; and now go slow, +my man, and let me see how you do it." + +Very soon they had printed, in old English type, "Charles Stuart, 1640," +and in a neat script, "Allan Wallace, 1880." The Prince decided he would +rather have the treadle press than anything he had yet seen. + +Meanwhile Jessie was doing her best to entertain the Princess Mary, who +had watched all of these wonders in her quiet way, holding Jamie by the +hand lest he should get into mischief. After the gas-lighting she was +more careful of him than ever, fearing some harm might befall the baby +brother in this new world of strange ways. + +But shortly after this a sharp cry made them all start; Jamie had caught +his busy, plump little hand in a wheel; he could not release it, and was +screaming with fright. Princess Mary ran to his relief. + +"What may this be?" she asked, when Jamie was soothed again. "Is it a +spinning-wheel?" + +"Indeed no," said Jessie; "I should be very glad to see one; but this is +a sewing-machine." + +"A what?" exclaimed her guest. + +But Jessie, for answer, had opened the cover, and taking two strips of +cloth from a drawer, began to stitch a seam at a flying speed. She was +very proud of this accomplishment, having but just learned. "I can play +better on this than on the piano," she remarked. The swift wheel whirled +while she talked, and the long seam flew from under the needle, and in +an instant was done. The trio stood in amazement, little Jamie being +spell-bound by the flying wheel. + +"Wonderful! wonderful!" cried Prince Charlie; "this is magic." + +The Princess asked, eagerly, "May I try it?" + +Jessie rose at once. The little lady daintily drew aside her satin robe, +and put her small shoes on the treadle. With the help of Jessie the +wheel was soon spinning briskly. The low hum and whir grew rapidly +louder. "What!" cried the Prince, "a tune?" and, wondering, Allan heard +the swift humming change to a lively measure. Louder and clearer it +rose, till the leal old Scotch ballad, "Wha'll be King but Charlie?" +rang out right gayly. The Prince seemed overjoyed, and directly began a +merry whistle to the loud swift music of the wheel. + +"What a stunning whistle!" commented Allan, admiringly. Higher and +clearer it rose, nearer and shriller it came, until it sounded close +into his very ear, piercing its sharp way like a steel point. He +started, and sprang aside to escape it; then it suddenly stopped. + +"Well, sir, is it possible you are awake at last?" said a cheery voice. +"You go down to your work like one of the Seven Sleepers. Here I've been +whistling 'Wha'll be King but Charlie?' right in your very ear, long +enough to wake the Sleeping Beauty herself." It was his father who +spoke. There he stood by Allan's bedside, laughing and tossing the +covers off from the bewildered boy. "Listen, sleepy-head; your mother +has been playing the same tune for ten minutes at least on the library +piano. She says the new picture brought back the old tune. Come, sir, +breakfast is waiting. Dress on the double-quick, you sluggard." + + + + +[Illustration] + +A DOLLS' RECEPTION. + + +A few days before Christmas there was given in New York a dolls' +reception in aid of the Sea-side Sanitarium--the charity that takes poor +children of the great city to the sea-side for a few days each summer. + +This reception was given in a hall on Thirty-third Street, and consisted +of a series of tableaux, in which all the characters were represented by +the most lovely and exquisitely dressed French dolls. These tableaux +were shown in dainty booths tastefully draped and decorated, so that the +effect was extremely pretty, and the reception furnished a novel and +delightful entertainment to the children who attended it in throngs +during the three days that it lasted. + +At the "Birthday Party" the name of each doll-guest appeared on a dainty +little dinner card laid beside each plate. + +Mother Goose and her children were dressed in the costumes with which +innumerable picture-books have made every child familiar. + +The dolls had their Christmas tree as well as children; and, mounted on +a ladder, Santa Claus (a doll's Santa Claus, you know) made believe +distribute beautiful Christmas gifts. + + + + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER III. + +THE NIGHT RIDE. + + +The wagon on which Mr. Lord was to send his new-found employé was, by +the most singular chance, the one containing the monkeys, and Toby +accepted this as a good omen. He would be near his venerable friend all +night, and there was some consolation in that. The driver instructed the +boy to watch his movements, and when he saw him leading his horses +around, "to look lively, and be on hand, for he never waited for any +one." + +Toby not only promised to do as ordered, but he followed the driver +around so closely that, had he desired, he could not have rid himself of +his little companion. + +The scene which presented itself to Toby's view was strange and weird in +the extreme. Shortly after he had attached himself to the man with whom +he was to ride, the performance was over, and the work of putting the +show and its belongings into such a shape as could be conveyed from one +town to another was soon in active operation. Toby forgot his grief, +forgot that he was running away from the only home he had ever known--in +fact, forgot everything concerning himself--so interested was he in that +which was going on about him. + +As soon as the audience had got out of the tent--and almost before--the +work of taking down the canvas was begun. + +Torches were stuck in the earth at regular intervals, the lights that +had shone so brilliantly in and around the ring had been extinguished, +the canvas sides had been taken off, and the boards that had formed the +seats were being packed into one of the carts with a rattling sound that +seemed as if a regular fusillade of musketry was being indulged in. Men +were shouting; horses were being driven hither and thither, harnessed to +the wagons, or drawing the huge carts away as soon as they had been +loaded; and everything seemed in the greatest state of confusion, while +really the work was being done in the most systematic manner possible. + +Toby had not long to wait before the driver informed him that the time +for starting had arrived, and assisted him to climb up to the narrow +seat whereon he was to ride that night. + +The scene was so exciting, and his efforts to stick to the narrow seat +so great, that he really had no time to attend to the homesick feeling +that had crept over him during the first part of the evening. + +[Illustration: TOBY'S FIRST NIGHT RIDE.--DRAWN BY W. A. ROGERS.] + +The long procession of carts and wagons drove slowly out of the town, +and when the last familiar house had been passed the driver spoke to +Toby for the first time since they started. + +"Pretty hard work to keep on--eh, sonny?" + +"Yes," replied the boy, as the team ran over a rock, bounced him high in +the air, and he, by strenuous efforts, barely succeeded in alighting on +the seat again, "it is pretty hard work; an' my name's Toby Tyler." + +Toby heard a queer sound that seemed to come from the man's throat, and +for a few moments he feared that his companion was choking. But he soon +understood that this was simply an attempt to laugh, and he at once +decided that it was a very poor style of laughing. + +"So you object to being called sonny, do you?" + +"Well, I'd rather be called Toby, for, you see, that's my name." + +"All right, my boy; we'll call you Toby. I suppose you thought it was a +mighty fine thing to run away an' jine a circus, didn't you?" + +Toby started in affright, looked around cautiously, and then tried to +peer down through the small square aperture, guarded by iron rods, that +opened into the cage just back of the seat they were sitting on. Then he +turned slowly around to the driver, and asked, in a voice sunk to a +whisper: "How did you know that I was runnin' away? Did he tell you?" +and Toby motioned with his thumb as if he were pointing out some one +behind him. + +It was the driver's turn now to look around in search of the "he" +referred to by Toby. + +"Who do you mean?" asked the man, impatiently. + +"Why, the old feller; the one in the cart there. I think he knew I was +runnin' away, though he didn't say anything about it; but he looked just +as if he did." + +The driver looked at Toby in perfect amazement for a moment, and then, +as if suddenly understanding the boy, he relapsed into one of those +convulsive efforts that caused the blood to rush up into his face, and +gave him every appearance of having a fit. + +"You must mean one of the monkeys," said the driver, after he had +recovered his breath, which had been almost shaken out of his body by +the silent laughter. "So you thought a monkey had told me what any fool +could have seen if he had watched you for five minutes?" + +"Well," said Toby, slowly, as if he feared he might provoke one of those +terrible laughing spells again, "I saw him to-night, an' he looked as if +he knew what I was doin'; so I up an' told him, an' I didn't know but +he'd told you, though he didn't look to me like a feller that would be +mean." + +There was another internal shaking on the part of the driver, which Toby +did not fear as much, since he was getting accustomed to it, and then +the man said, "Well, you are the queerest little cove I ever saw." + +"I s'pose I am," was the reply, accompanied by a long-drawn sigh. "I +don't seem to amount to so much as the other fellers do, an' I guess +it's because I'm always hungry: you see, I eat awful, Uncle Dan'l says." + +The only reply which the driver made to this plaintive confession was to +put his hand down into the deepest recesses of one of his deep pockets, +and to draw therefrom a huge doughnut, which he handed to his companion. + +Toby was so much at his ease by this time that the appetite which had +failed him at supper had now returned in full force, and he devoured the +doughnut in a most ravenous manner. + +"You're too small to eat so fast," said the man, in a warning tone, as +the last morsel of the greasy sweetness disappeared, and he fished up +another for the boy. "Some time you'll get hold of one of the India +rubber doughnuts that they feed to circus people, an' choke yourself to +death." + +Toby shook his head, and devoured this second cake as quickly as he had +the first, craning his neck, and uttering a funny little squeak as the +last bit went down, just as a chicken does when he gets too large a +mouthful of dough. + +"I'll never choke," he said, confidently; "I'm used to it; and Uncle +Dan'l says I could eat a pair of boots an' never wink at 'em; but I +don't just believe that." + +As the driver made no reply to this remark, Toby curled himself up on +one corner of the seat, and watched with no little interest all that was +passing on around him. Each one of the wagons had a lantern fastened to +the hind axle, and these lights could be seen far ahead on the road, as +if a party of fire-flies had started in single file on an excursion. The +trees by the side of the road stood out weird and ghostly-looking in the +darkness, and the rumble of the carts ahead and behind formed a musical +accompaniment to the picture that sounded strangely doleful. + +Mile after mile was passed over in perfect silence, save now and then +when the driver would whistle a few bars of some very dismal tune that +would fairly make Toby shiver with its mournfulness. Eighteen miles was +the distance from Guilford to the town where the next performance of the +circus was to be given, and as Toby thought of the ride before them, it +seemed as if the time would be almost interminable. He curled himself up +on one corner of the seat, and tried very hard to go to sleep; but just +as his eyes began to grow heavy, the wagon would jolt over some rock or +sink deep in some rut, till Toby, the breath very nearly shaken out of +his body, and his neck almost dislocated, would sit bolt-upright, +clinging to the seat with both hands, as if he expected each moment to +be pitched out into the mud. + +The driver watched him closely, and each time that he saw him shaken up +and awakened so thoroughly he would indulge in one of his silent +laughing spells, until Toby would wonder whether he would ever recover +from it. Several times had Toby been awakened, and each time he had seen +the amusement his sufferings caused, until he finally resolved to put an +end to the sport by keeping awake. + +"What is your name?" he asked of the driver, thinking a conversation +would be the best way to rouse himself into wakefulness. + +"Wa'al," said the driver, as he gathered the reins carefully in one +hand, and seemed to be debating in his mind how he should answer the +question, "I don't know as I know myself, it's been so long since I've +heard it." + +Toby was wide enough awake now, as this rather singular problem was +forced upon his mind. He revolved the matter silently for some moments, +and at last he asked, "What do folks call you when they want to speak to +you?" + +"They always call me old Ben, an' I've got so used to the name that I +don't need any other." + +Toby wanted very much to ask more questions, but he wisely concluded +that it would not be agreeable to his companion. + +"I'll ask the old man about it," said Toby to himself, referring to the +aged monkey, whom he seemed to feel acquainted with; "he most likely +knows, if he'll say anything." After this the conversation ceased, until +Toby again ventured to suggest, "It's a pretty long drive, hain't it?" + +"You want to wait till you've been in this business a year or two," said +Ben, sagely, "an' then you won't think much of it. Why, I've known the +show towns to be thirty miles apart, an' them was the times when we had +lively work of it: riding all night and working all day kind of wears on +a fellow." + +"Yes, I s'pose so," said Toby, with a sigh, as he wondered whether he +had got to work as hard as that; "but I suppose you get all you want to +eat, don't you?" + +"Now you've struck it," said Ben, with the air of one about to impart a +world of wisdom, as he crossed one leg over the other, that his position +might be as comfortable as possible while he was initiating his young +companion into the mysteries of the life. "I've had all the boys ride +with me since I've been with this show, an' I've tried to start them +right; but they didn't seem to profit by it, an' always got sick of the +show, an' run away, just because they didn't look out for themselves as +they ought to. Now listen to me, Toby, an' remember what I say. You +see, they put us all in a hotel together, an' some of these places where +we go don't have any too much stuff on the table. Whenever we strike a +new town, you find out at the hotel what time they have the grub ready, +an' you be on hand so's to get in with the first. Eat all you can, an' +fill your pockets." + +"If that's all a feller has to do to travel with a circus," said Toby, +"I'm just the one, 'cause I always used to do just that when I hadn't +any idea of bein' a circus man." + +"Then you'll get along all right," said Ben, as he checked the speed of +his horses, and, looking carefully ahead, said, as he guided his team to +one side of the road, "This is as far as we're going to-night." + +Toby learned that they were within a couple of miles of the town, and +that the entire procession would remain by the road-side until time to +make the grand entrée into the village, when every wagon, horse, and man +would be decked out in the most gorgeous array, as they had been when +they entered Guilford. + +Under Ben's direction he wrapped himself in an old horse-blanket, lay +down on the top of the wagon, and he was so tired from the excitement of +the day and night that he had hardly stretched out at full length before +he was fast asleep. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE NEW-YEAR'S WELCOME. + +BY MARY D. BRINE. + + + Ring, bells, ring! for the King is here; + Ring, bells, ring! for the glad New Year. + He mounts his throne with a smiling face, + His sceptre lifts with majestic grace. + Ring for the joy his advent brings; + Ring for the happy songs he sings; + Ring for the promises sweet and true + With which we gladden our hearts anew. + + The new-born Year is a happy fellow, + His voice is sweet, and low, and mellow; + With the Christmas holly his head is crowned, + With the Christmas blessings we'll wrap him round. + Then ring, bells, ring! for the joyous day-- + The Past lies silent, the Present is gay; + Ring out your merriest, cheer after cheer, + To welcome the birth of the Happy New Year! + + + + +BEE-HUNTING. + +BY JIMMY BROWN. + + +The more I see of this world the hollower I find everybody. I don't mean +that people haven't got their insides in them, but they are so +dreadfully ungrateful. No matter how kind and thoughtful any one may be, +they never give him any credit for it. They will pretend to love you and +call you "dear Jimmy what a fine manly boy come here and kiss me" and +then half an hour afterward they'll say "where's that little wretch let +me just get hold of him O! I'll let him know." Deceit and ingratitude +are the monster vices of the age and they are rolling over our beloved +land like the flood. (I got part of that elegant language from the +temperance lecturer last week, but I improved it a good deal.) + +There is Aunt Sarah. The uncle that belonged to her died two years ago +and she's awfully rich. She comes to see us sometimes with Tommy--that's +her boy, a little fellow ten years old--and you ought to see how mother +and Sue wait on her and how pleasant father is when she's in the room. +Now she always said that she loved me like her own son. She'd say to +father "How I envy you that noble boy what a comfort he must be to you," +and father would say "Yes he has some charming qualities" and look as if +he hadn't laid onto me with his cane that very morning and told me that +my conduct was such. You'll hardly believe that just because I did the +very best I could and saved her precious Tommy from an apple grave, Aunt +Sarah says I'm a young Cain and knows I'll come to the gallows. + +She came to see us last Friday, and on Saturday I was going bee-hunting. +I read all about it in a book. You take an axe and go out-doors and +follow a bee, and after a while the bee takes you to a hollow tree full +of honey and you cut the tree down and carry the honey home in thirty +pails and sell it for ever so much. I and Sam McGinnis were going and +Aunt Sarah says "O take Tommy with you the dear child would enjoy it so +much." Of course no fellow that's twelve years old wants a little chap +like that tagging after him but mother spoke up and said that I'd be +delighted to take Tommy and so I couldn't help myself. + +We stopped in the wood-shed and borrowed father's axe and then we found +a bee. The bee wouldn't fly on before us in a straight line but kept +lighting on everything, and once he lit on Sam's hand and stung him +good. However we chased the bee lively and by-and-by he started for his +tree and we ran after him. We had just got to the old dead apple-tree in +the pasture when we lost the bee and we all agreed that his nest must be +in the tree. It's an awfully big old tree, and it's all rotted away on +one side so that it stands as if it was ready to fall over any minute. + +Nothing would satisfy Tommy but to climb that tree. We told him he'd +better let a bigger fellow do it but he wouldn't listen to reason. So we +gave him a boost and he climbed up to where the tree forked and then he +stood up and began to say something when he disappeared. We thought he +had fallen out of the tree and we ran round to the other side to pick +him up but he wasn't there. Sam said it was witches but I knew he must +be somewhere so I climbed up the tree and looked. + +He had slipped down into the hollow of the tree and was wedged in tight. +I could just reach his hair but it was so short that I couldn't get a +good hold so as to pull him out. Wasn't he scared though! He howled and +said "O take me out I shall die," and Sam wanted to run for the doctor. + +I told Tommy to be patient and I'd get him out. So I slid down the tree +and told Sam that the only thing to do was to cut the tree down and then +open it and take Tommy out. It was such a rotten tree I knew it would +come down easy. So we took turns chopping, and the fellow who wasn't +chopping kept encouraging Tommy by telling him that the tree was 'most +ready to fall. After working an hour the tree began to stagger and +presently down she came with an awful crash and burst into a million +pieces. + +Sam and I said Hurray! and then we poked round in the dust till we found +Tommy. He was all over red dust and was almost choked, but he was +awfully mad. Just because some of his ribs were broke--so the doctor +said--he forgot all Sam and I had done for him. I shouldn't have minded +that much, because you don't expect much from little boys, but I did +think his mother would have been grateful when we brought him home and +told her what we had done. Then I found what all her professions were +worth. She called father and told him that I and the other miscurrent +had murdered her boy. Sam was so frightened at the awful name she called +him that he ran home, and father told me I could come right up stairs +with him. + +They couldn't have treated me worse if I'd let Tommy stay in the tree +and starve to death. I almost wish I had done it. It does seem as if the +more good a boy does the more the grown folks pitch into him. The moment +Sue is married to Mr. Travers I mean to go and live with him. He never +scolds, and always says that Susan's brother is as dear to him as his +own, though he hasn't got any. + + + + +SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE. + +DRAWN BY R. CALDECOTT. + + +[Illustration] + + Sing a Song o' Sixpence, + +[Illustration] + + A Pocketful of Rye; + +[Illustration] + + Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds + Baked in a Pie. + +[Illustration] + + When the Pie was opened, + The Birds began to sing; + +[Illustration] + + Was not that a dainty Dish + To set before the King? + +[Illustration] + + The King was in his Counting-house + Counting out his Money. + +[Illustration] + + The Queen was in the Parlor, + Eating Bread and Honey. + +[Illustration] + + The Maid was in the Garden, + Hanging out the Clothes; + +[Illustration] + + There came a little Blackbird, + +[Illustration] + + And nipped off her Nose. + But there came a Jenny Wren + And popped it on again. + +[Illustration] + + + + +HOW SANTA CLAUS CAME. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +"Now, Don," said Rad Burnell, dolefully, "do you believe any kind of a +snow-storm could stop Santa Claus?" + +"From coming?" + +"Well, yes, that's it. I heard father tell mother 'he' couldn't get here +in time, and I know he meant something about Christmas, by the way he +looked at Petish and Molly." + +"Was Berry there?" + +"She was sound asleep in the cradle, and mother said, 'Berry won't care, +but it'll be a dispoint for the rest of 'em.'" + +"It's an awful snow-storm, Rad, but I guess Santa Claus'll come, for all +of that." + +Just a little later, Mr. Burnell said to his wife, "I'm sorry we didn't +get our things in the village, Maria; but it's too late now. Don't say +anything to the children. It'll be bad enough when it comes." + +Nobody else heard him, but Mrs. Burnell looked as if she wanted to cry. + +That was one of the whitest nights anybody in the world ever saw, for +the snow had thrown the thickest kind of a white blanket over +everything. Some of the roads were drifted level from fence to fence, +and the railroads were having a tremendous time of it. Anything so black +as a locomotive could hardly feel at home, pushing its way along through +so white a country or into so white a village as Middleville was that +Christmas-eve. + +It was a dreadfully long night, and Petish woke up three times, and +tried to make herself believe it was morning. The last time she heard +the great clock in the Academy steeple, on the village green, pounding +away at its task of telling what time it was. + +"I'll count," said Petish. +"Nine--twelve--seven--fourteen--fiveteen--six--I guess it's 'most time +to get up. Must be it's Christmas now." + +Just then she heard a noise in the next room, and she listened with all +her ears. First it was a rustle, and then the loudest kind of a +whisper--loud enough to have been heard in daytime. + +"Rad! Rad! it's just struck five. Let's take a scoot down stairs and see +about it. We can hurry right back again." + +"They're pulling on their stockings," said Petish. "I'll get up and pull +on mine, but I won't let them see me." + +She tried very hard to get up without waking Molly; but it was of no +use, for Molly's sleep had been begun at the right time, and was fairly +over now, considering that it was Christmas morning. + +"Oh, Petish, what are you going to do?" + +"'Sh! 'sh! Molly. The boys are going down stairs to look, and I'm going +too. Lie still." + +But Molly was two years older than Petish, and she wouldn't lie still. +She was out on the floor in a twinkling, and she made Petish wrap +herself all up in a blanket, and she pretty nearly buried her own chubby +shape in a comfortable. + +That was about what Rad and Don had done already, and they were now +carefully creeping down stairs in the dark. + +The door of the front parlor was nearest the foot of the stairs, and the +boys left it open after them when they went in, but Molly and Petish +closed it very softly and carefully the moment they were safe in the +dim, gloomy parlor. The boys were just beyond the folding-doors at that +moment, and did not see that they were followed. + +Berry was sound asleep in her crib, within reach of her mother, or she +would have heard her say, just then, "Oh, John, it's a dreadful +disappointment! What will those poor children do?" + +"Poor Petish!" said Mr. Burnell. "We can explain it to the boys, and +they can wait, and to Molly, but it'll be bad enough for any of 'em." + +"But Petish'll break her little heart if she finds that Santa Claus +hasn't come." + +"It'll be almost as much of a disappointment to Aunt Sally and Frank. I +hope they'll bring Mid with them when they come." + +"Of course they will." + +Now that had been a very long, white, beautiful, dark night, and a great +many queer things had happened in it. They are sure to, in any "night +before Christmas"; but there had been a wonderfully deep snow-storm. + +Away on toward morning, just when the Academy clock was trying to make +sound-asleep people hear that it was really four, a tired-out and +frosty-looking railway train came smoking and coughing up to the +platform at the village railway station. + +It did not stop long, but some people got out of one of the +sleeping-cars, and some baggage was tumbled out of the baggage-car, and +a sleepy man with a lantern said: "Yes, sir. Carriage yer in a minute, +sir. All right." + +"We don't want any carriage, my man. Take our checks, and have our +trunks brought over to Mr. Burnett's before seven o'clock. We'll walk +right there now. Come, Sally. Come along, Mid." + +"Frank! husband! you'll drop some of those things!" + +"No, I won't, Sally." + +"Mid, my dear boy, look out for that box; it's only pasteboard." + +"I'll be careful, mother. I ain't awake yet. But it takes all three of +us to Santa Claus this pile. Hope it isn't far." + +The cold, frosty air was fast getting Mid wide awake, and they did look, +all three of them, as if they would have done better with a sleigh and a +good team of reindeer. + +The distance was short, but Aunt Sally talked pretty nearly all the way. + +"We must do it, Frank," she said, as they drew near the gate. "I'm sure +they've given us up. We can get in. There never was any bolt on the +kitchen window, over the pump. Middleton can climb right in, and come +and open the side door for us." + +"Oh, but won't that be fun!" exclaimed Mid, as he hurried silently +forward. + +"'Sh! there, Sally," whispered Uncle Frank, as he and his portly, +merry-faced wife lugged their bundles after Mid. + +It was less than half a minute before they were in the kitchen. They +promptly shut the door between the dining-room--that was the +sitting-room too--and the back parlor, and then how they did work! + +Plenty of wood and shavings and kindlings were lying in front of the +great Franklin stove in the dining-room, and there was quickly a blazing +fire there, and in the kitchen too, and Mid insisted on lighting every +lamp and candle he could lay his hands on. + +Then the bundles came open, and their contents began to shine all around +the chimney and over the mantel, and even on some of the chairs. + +"It's too bad we haven't any of their stockings," began Aunt Sally; but +she exclaimed, the next instant: "Oh, Frank! here's Maria's work-basket, +all full of stockings. I know them. Those are Don's. There's a pair of +Rad's. Molly's. Petish. Berry's--the dear little kitten! We've got 'em." + +"Mother, let's set the table." + +"That's it. You help him do it, father. Won't we give 'em a surprise!" + +It was wonderful how those three did work, and not make any noise about +it, and how they did change the looks of that dining-room and kitchen +before five o'clock. Aunt Sally even put on the tea-kettle, and made +some coffee, and it was evident that for once Santa Claus was disposed +to be very much "at home." + +If they had not been drinking their coffee, perhaps they might have +heard a voice, not many minutes after five o'clock, whispering anxiously +to somebody in the back parlor, "I say, there's a light coming through +the key-hole!" + +"There's a rattle, too, in there." + +"Burglars?" + +"Pooh! No; it's Christmas." + +"Oh, boys, is Santa Claus really in there? Has he got here?" + +"Is that you, Petish? And Molly too? Keep still. I'm just going to open +the door a little mite of a crack, but you can all peek in." + +Aunt Sally's ears must have been good ones, for, carefully as Don opened +that door, and faint as was the squeak it made, she sprang suddenly +toward it. + +"Is that you, Maria? Hush! Don't make a sound. Not a loud noise for +anything!" + +"We won't, Aunt Sally. Hush-sh-sh!" + +Even Petish did just as she was told for once, for she was a little +scared when the great blaze of light came shining through the door as +Aunt Sally pushed it wide open. + +It was shut again the moment they were all in the room, and then it was +all Aunt Sally and Uncle Frank could do to keep up any kind of silence +in that merry assembly. They could not have done it at all if Aunt Sally +had not told them all: "It's a great secret. You must help us give papa +and mamma a big surprise. Now let's get breakfast for them." + +"Biddy went away yesterday morning," said Molly, "but I know where the +eggs are." + +Whatever she and Petish could not find, Don and Rad could, and Aunt +Sally was the best kind of a cook. + +It was nearly six o'clock when Mrs. Burnell said to her husband: "I'm +glad Berry waked up. She's all dressed now, and I can wrap her up warm." + +"So am I, my dear. I'll go right down with you." + +"Those poor children! I haven't the heart to look at them. Let's hurry +down." + +So they did, and Berry went down in her mother's arms, but they little +dreamed what was coming. + +A great shout welcomed them as they opened the door of the dining-room. + +"Wish you Merry Christmas." + +"Oh, Sally! Frank! I am so glad! But how did you get in?" + +"Breakfast's ready." + +"Christmas has come." + +Nobody could have described that next half-hour to have saved his life, +and Aunt Sally said she had never been so happy in all hers. + +"Molly," said Petish, "won't you go up stairs and bring down all our +clothes?" + +"Yes, children," said their mother, "you must get dressed." + +"Yes; and, mother," said Petish, "there was only two pairs of my +stockings in the basket, and they're both full. If Molly'll bring the +pair I had on, there's more'n enough to fill 'em." + +So there was, for Aunt Sally had not only bought and brought everything +Mr. and Mrs. Burnell had written to her about, but she had heaped on a +huge assortment of presents on her own account, and Petish had at least +her share, while Uncle Frank had looked out for Molly, and nobody had +forgotten Berry or any of the boys. + +It was quite the usual time when they got ready to eat at last, but +there was nothing of what Rad and Petish called a "dispoint" in any face +at that breakfast table. + +Santa Claus had come. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER III. + + +Milly's heart gave a bound, and then seemed to stand still. + +"Here I am," said the woman, smiling. "I've called to make you even a +better offer. You pay me fifty cents a week for that dress, and any week +you _can't pay_, why, you can return the silk, provided it's decently +clean, and I'll allow you a couple o' dollars, when I take it back, for +the making. Come, now, I don't mind throwing in the linings, and I won't +bother you for the first fortnight." + +Now, as you have seen, Milly had gone through just the process of +reasoning to make the peddler's words sound most alluring. The woman +read in the young girl's face an instant's doubt followed by decision, +and as quickly as possible she produced from her bag the roll of gray +silk. Mildred never quite remembered how she made that purchase, or +rather that _bargain_, for honorable purchase it certainly was not. The +shining silk and the linings were put into her hands, and before she +knew it she had signed a paper, a copy of which the peddler gave her. +The transaction only occupied a few moments. Milly tucked the silk away +in the room devoted to the bonnets and cloaks and luncheons of the +sales-women, and was in her place before she fully realized that her +longing of the day previous was granted. The morning passed heavily, and +she was well pleased when it came her turn to take thirty minutes for +lunch. But on entering the cloak-room her dismay was unbounded. Three or +four of the shop-girls were clustered about Mildred's precious parcel, +and a chorus of voices greeted her entrance. + +"Look here, Miss Lee. Whose do you suppose this is?" + +"Well, isn't this lovely?" + +"_Could_ any one have stolen it?" + +"No," said Mildred, quietly, yet not without a flush on her cheeks. "It +is mine. The--person I bought it of brought it here to me to-day." + +[Illustration: THE GIRLS DISCOVER MILDRED'S PURCHASE.] + +"_Yours!_" exclaimed Jenny Martin, who had thrown one end of the silk +over her shoulder. "Well, that _is_ pretty good on five dollars a week!" + +Mildred's face burned, but something in Jenny's rude words smote her +conscience, and she tried to look good-humored, while Jenny admired +herself a moment in the cracked glass, the other girls eying her as well +as Mildred with some new respect. + +Jenny tossed the silk from her shoulders with a little sniff, and +Mildred felt glad enough to put it away, and eat a hasty lunch. She was +doubly glad, when her working hours were over, to hurry home, carrying +her new treasure, which she had resolved not to show her mother until +the night of the party. But a surprise awaited her on her return to the +cottage. Mrs. Lee had received an invitation from a cousin in Boston to +spend a fortnight with his family, and she had already arranged with her +few pupils to avail herself of this unlooked-for holiday. + +All was excitement and preparation. Will, the second boy, was to go with +his mother, and instead of tea on the cozy little table there were odds +and ends of tapes, buttons, and threads, half-worn garments, and one or +two new things, while Debby, the one servant, and Mrs. Lee were both +stitching as if for a wager. They looked up with flushed faces to greet +Milly. + +"Oh, my dear," said the mother, after explaining matters, "do sit down +and help; we are to be off to-morrow morning." + +Milly saw she could not hope for a moment to sew on the new dress until +after her mother and Will were gone, and so she entered with an earnest +good-will into assisting them, and was genuinely pleased by their +prospects of enjoyment. The next few days flew by. Once the children +were safely in bed Mildred would draw forth her work, and so by dint of +hard labor the dress was finished Monday evening. She made her toilet +rather nervously when Tuesday night came. What between her hurry after +getting home, and her anxiety to conceal her dress from Debby and her +little sister Margaret, Mildred found it difficult to enjoy the "first +wear" of the gray silk; but certainly, she thought, as she surveyed her +work in her mirror, it _was_ a success. It fitted admirably, and she had +had the good taste to make it simply as became a young girl only +sixteen, though it in _no_ way became a girl working hard for twenty +dollars a month. She took good care to envelop herself completely in a +water-proof cloak before Debby and little Kate saw her, and thus +equipped she started off under her brother Joe's escort for the big +house in Lane Street. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +AN EMPTY STOCKING. + +BY MRS. MARGARET SANGSTER. + + +[Illustration] + +I am very sure that most boys and girls will agree with me that there is +nothing in the whole year quite so delightful as taking down the +Christmas stocking. Of course it is charming to hang it up; but one +never feels the least bit sleepy on Christmas-eve, and it seems so long +to wait until morning shall come. The air is astir with excitement and +mystery, and Santa Claus is known to be hovering about waiting for eyes +to be closed, and children to go comfortably away to dream-land. +By-and-by everybody does manage to fall asleep, and then by some strange +magic the long, limp stockings are crammed with toys, books, bonbons, +tools, dolls, and skates, or lovely ribbons, laces, watches, and gems. +How beautifully they bulge out, every inch of room packed, while the +overflow, which could not possibly be forced into any stocking, is piled +temptingly on the tables and chairs. + +Now look at this poor little girl who hung up her stocking on +Christmas-eve, hoping that the good Santa Claus would come down the +chimney and put something nice in it. She was afraid he would forget +her, and still she hoped that maybe he might bring just one dolly, and +slip it away down into the toe, where she would find it, and be, oh! so +glad. Little Jennie is used to being cold and hungry, and does not mind +a great many privations which more fortunate children never have to +endure. She can sweep crossings in old shoes, and wear a ragged shawl, +without envying girls who are wrapped in soft furs. These merry holidays +have not made her envious; and yet when Florence and Susie and Mabel +have flitted by on the street, their arms full of parcels, and their +fathers and mothers buying them every beautiful thing that the shop +windows show, she has wished and wished that _she_ might have just one +dolly--only one. So, thinking that maybe if she hung up her stocking her +desire would be granted, she did so on Christmas-eve, and went to bed +that night without minding the cold. The stocking hung where she placed +it. Nobody came down the chimney, or up the stairs, or in at the door. +Her mother was so tired and discouraged that she took no notice of +Jennie's stocking, and if she had, it is doubtful whether she could have +found a gift to gladden the child. + +Sometimes little girls like Jennie have parents who are not kind and +good like yours, because they love liquor and spend their earnings to +procure that. There are plenty of empty stockings on Christmas in homes +where fathers and mothers are drunkards. + +Little Jennie looks very forlorn holding her empty stocking in her hand. +The picture is a shadow on the gayety of this festive time, but it is +inserted in the New-Year's number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, that some of +the readers may be prompted to think what they can do to send pleasures +to little ones whose lives are seldom gay. + +A very large part of your Christmas happiness came from the gifts you +bestowed as well as from those you received. It was not a selfish +festival in homes where brothers and sisters exchanged love-tokens; and +the weeks you spent in making pretty presents with your own hands, in +saving your pocket-money, and in planning to surprise your dear ones, +were very happy weeks indeed. Now I have something to propose, which you +need not wait a whole year to carry out. You know there are Flower +Missions and Fruit Missions, which send flowers and fruit to the homes +of the sick poor. Why should there not be a Toy Mission too? Most of you +have a dolly, or two, or three, perhaps, which you could spare, and some +of you have books you have read, and playthings which you have outgrown, +which would make poor children wild with joy. Some of the Sunday-schools +have tried this way of keeping Christmas, and have brought their gifts +to be distributed among the poor. And some of the benevolent enterprises +of the city send out holiday bags, to be filled and returned with all +sorts of necessary things. A Toy Mission would be a little different +from these, and with a little help from and organization by older +brothers and sisters, it could be easily put into operation. The city +missionaries and Bible-readers can tell just where there are children +like Jennie in the picture, and some of the express companies willingly +carry packages and parcels of the kind I mean, free of charge. + +The House of the Good Shepherd, Tompkin's Cove, New York, has for +several years sent cute-looking cloth bags to its friends, with the +request that they be filled with gifts for its inmates. One Christmas +season the children of the Wilson Industrial School of this city +undertook to fill one of these, and their teacher told me it was very +touching to see the eagerness and generosity with which they, so poor +themselves, brought their carefully kept and mended treasures to send to +the "poor children who had no friends to love them." + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + +Once more we wish a very Happy New Year to all our young friends. We +have done our best to make the past year brighter to them, and they have +made it very pleasant for us by their constant and hearty expressions of +pleasure and approval. + +Christmas is past. How many of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE remembered to +make some poor child happy on Christmas-day? If some of them were too +much occupied with their own sparkling Christmas trees to think of the +friendless and homeless little ones all around them, we beg them to stop +now and remember that they can not begin the new year better than by +bringing a smile to some sad, wan little face. There are poor children +everywhere, in the streets, in hospitals, in wretched and desolate +homes, over whose young life poverty and misfortune have thrown a heavy +cloud. It must always be remembered that their suffering arises from no +fault of their own, and those to whom fortune has been more generous +should never forget to help from their abundance the little ones toward +whom the world has turned a cold and unkind face. Now if every reader of +YOUNG PEOPLE would give some little thing, if it be only a bunch of +flowers or evergreen, how many poor little faces might be made brighter +on New-Year's morning! A few oranges, or a picture-book, will make a +sick, friendless child happy. Those of you who live near together, and +have your "YOUNG PEOPLE Clubs," which you write so prettily about, can +have a meeting, and fill baskets with playthings you do not need. Mamma +will help you buy some oranges, and perhaps a warm scarf or pair of +stockings, and she will advise you, too, of the best way to dispose of +them. Every one of you can do something, and in that way you will bring +to yourself, as well as to others, a real Happy New Year. + + * * * * * + + WINNIPEG, MANITOBA, CANADA. + + I read all of the letters in the Post-office Box, and I like them, + and I like all of the stories. Sometimes I miss my paper, and I + feel very sorry, and sometimes I bring it home and lay it on the + table, and my younger brother takes it and leaves it on the floor; + then the baby gets it and tears it. That does not please me. My + papa is an editor. I have three brothers and two sisters. I am ten + years old. + + There are two rivers here, the Assiniboine and the Red. They are + very muddy rivers, and it is hard to learn to swim in them. Every + spring somebody has been drowned. The banks of the Assiniboine are + undermined. It is awfully cold up here in the winter. + + HARRY L. + + * * * * * + + LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY. + + I am nine years old. I do love to read YOUNG PEOPLE, and can hardly + wait for papa to bring it home. + + I went to Texas to see my relations, and we brought home a horned + frog. It never ate anything. We staked a pen for it in the back + yard, but it died. + + My papa and my uncles went hunting on the big prairie, and camped + out. Uncle Tom killed a striped catamount, and gave me the skin to + make a soft rug. Uncle Will killed two deer, and papa shot one, + but it got away. It is very warm in Texas, and at Galveston there + are lots of oysters. + + Mamma has promised to have my YOUNG PEOPLE bound for my birthday + gift. + + MINNIE L. C. + + * * * * * + + PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS. + + I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I like it very much. We have it in school + to read instead of a reader. + + I live within one hundred yards of the rock where the Pilgrims + landed. + + C. F. S. + + * * * * * + + Harlem, New York. + + Dear "YOUNG PEOPLE,"--I have been one of your subscribers ever + since you were born, and I enjoy your company very much. I have a + large family to look after, but when I get all my children to + sleep, I take the time left me to read. My family consists of Dolly + Varden, Betsy, Daisy, and Pearl, who are all little girls, and + Sambo, who is the porter, and does all the work. I have my little + dog Tip to watch the house when I go out, and see that no strangers + disturb anything during my absence. Another important member of my + family is my pussy cat Sam. He is just as old as I am (eleven + years), and begins to be rather cross. He and Tip sometimes have + little spats, but I soon settle them, and make them be good friends + again. + + After school closed this summer I went to the country, where I had + splendid times. I fed the chickens several times during the day, + and I got some of them so tame they would eat out of my hands. + Then I had a little bit of a pig, which I picked from a whole + litter, and made a pet of him. + + We had a large dog that did the churning, but he did not like it + one bit. When the churn was being prepared for him to work, he + would whine and cry like a baby. + + When my papa came he made us a kite, which we raised real high. + Some of the birds were frightened at it, and others would fly + right up and peck at it to see what it was. It made us laugh to + see how the birds acted. + + For my birthday my papa sent me a set of archery, which we placed + on the lawn at the side of the house, and we enjoyed shooting at + the target ever so much. I can shoot real good now. + + I have a great deal to do, so will close my letter by telling you + that I am home again, and going to school. I also attend + Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to practice, so I am very + busy. + + IRENE M. N. + + * * * * * + + We are two dolls. Our mamma is a dear little black-eyed girl almost + ten years old, named Jennie. She is a good deal like Bessie + Maynard, and loves us as much as Bessie loves her doll Clytie. We + used to live in Nevada, but last summer we came to live in Central + City, Colorado. We all like YOUNG PEOPLE, and the Post-office Box + in particular. + + MINNIE and JOE MCG. + + * * * * * + + We have had this dear little paper ever since it was published. + Mamma is very glad to have it, for she is very particular about our + reading. I always spend the evening after it comes reading it to my + little brother Regie, who is eight years old. I am fourteen. My + father died when I was seven. + + Santa Cruz is a pretty town, and has good schools, both public and + private. We have roses all the year, as our winter is only a + succession of pleasant rains with warm sunny days between, like + spring in the Eastern States. + + The town is near the mouth of the broad, beautiful bay of + Monterey, so that we can see out into the Pacific Ocean. We have + grand times on the beach when the tide is low, searching for + shells and the beautiful sea-weeds. The lady principal of a school + here teaches us all about shells and algæ, or sea-plants, and we + learn to name and classify them. I wish all the young people who + write about aquaria could see mine. I have hundreds of them in the + rocks by the sea in holes worn by the waves, from the size of a + wooden bucket to that of a large deep barrel. They are round, and + the walls are covered with limpets of all sizes, star-fish of + different colors, bright purple sea-urchins, and lovely pale green + and pink sea-anemones, which wave their petals in search of food. + Bright-hued crabs, fish, and creatures of which I have not yet + learned the name, move in the water. Every part is covered with + some form of life capable of motion, and with all kinds of + sea-plants. + + I would like to exchange shells and pressed sea-plants for other + shells, Lake Superior agates, or other small mineral specimens. I + would like to have everything clearly marked, and I will in return + name and classify the shells. + + HARRY BOWMAN, + Santa Cruz, California. + + * * * * * + +We print the following note in reply to many inquiries in regard to +postage-stamp catalogues, etc.: + + If any reader of YOUNG PEOPLE will write to me on matters connected + with stamps which can not well be published, inclosing stamp for + reply, I shall be happy to answer him. + + JOSEPH J. CASEY, + P. O. Box 1696, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Several of us have organized a club for the exchange of minerals. + We call it the American Mineralogical Club. We shall be glad to + have any of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE join us if they are willing + to conform to the rules, which can be had upon application to the + secretary. + + GEORGE DAVIES, P. O. Box 80, + Pottstown, Montgomery County, Penn. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are offered by correspondents: + + Iron ore from Spain, Ireland, England, and different sections of + the United States, for good specimens of copper or zinc. + + WILLIE S. SHAFFER, + 20 North Second Street, Harrisburg, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + MISS AGNES MCMURDY, + Care of Mrs. R. M. Beckwith, + Palmyra, Wayne Co., N. Y. + + * * * * * + + United States Department stamps, or pieces of the Washington + Monument, for coins, minerals, or foreign stamps. + + HARRY LOWELL, + 830 Twentieth Street, Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + The Bavarian doctor mentioned in "The Story of the Boy-General," in + YOUNG PEOPLE No. 57, who tried to rescue Lafayette from the Olmütz + prison, was Justus Erick Bollman, my uncle. + + If any reader of YOUNG PEOPLE will send me a Greek or a Danish + postage stamp, or two kinds of stamps from South America, I will + send in return an Indian arrow-head, or I will exchange Indian + pottery for any foreign stamps except English. + + C. H. BOLLMAN, Monongahela City, + Washington County, Penn. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange ocean curiosities for a genuine Indian bow + five feet long--not a bow like those Indians sell here in + Massachusetts, but a good one that will shoot. I should like two or + three arrows with it. + + In answer to Carrie V. D.'s question I would say that it is not + necessary to change the water in the carrot hanging basket, but + only to refill it when the water dries away. + + DANIEL D. LEE, + Myrtle Street, Jamaica Plains, Suffolk Co., Mass. + + * * * * * + + A stone from New York State for one from any other State, or + Canada. Postmarks for stamps, minerals, birds' eggs, or Indian + relics. Five postmarks for every bird's egg. + + WILLIAM PORTER CHAPMAN, JUN., + Norwich, Chenango County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps from Europe, Asia, and other countries, for others. + + LOYAL DURAND, + 591 Cass Street, Milwaukee, Wis. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + H. D. and R. B. HALL, + 39 Highland Street, Roxbury, Mass. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps. + + FREDDIE W. ALLREE, + 26 Cedar Avenue, Allegheny, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps for Navy, Interior, and Agricultural + Department stamps, and stamps from Newfoundland. + + WILLIS BISHOP, + 20 Gold Street, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + A white metal copy of the ancient Jewish shekel for an old coin or + a handsome shell. + + LIBBIE and MATTIE PENICK, St. Joseph, Mo. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps for minerals or Indian relics. + + WILLIAM H. RHEES, + 1317 Eleventh Street, N.W., Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs and Indian relics. + + ROSCOE S. NICKERSON, + Klamath Agency, Oregon. + + * * * * * + + Southern moss, specimens of sulphur, and some United States stamps + for foreign stamps. + + CLARENCE MARSH, + 2217 Calumet Avenue, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Curiosities and specimens of all kinds. + + * * * * * + + L. E. WALKER, care of H. W. Walker, + Lock Box 316, Lansing, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Sea-weed, or pieces of the stone of which the new Capitol at Albany + is built, for curiosities of any kind. + + WILLIE L. WIDDEMER, + 99 Madison Avenue, Albany, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + United States Department stamps, or pieces of stone from the new + War and Navy Department buildings, or from the Washington Monument + now being finished, for shells, foreign stamps, or any curiosity. + + HORACE D. GOODALL, + 826 Twentieth Street, N.W., Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + CHARLES SWABEY, + Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. + + * * * * * + + Autographs of renowned men and women. + + C. J. OTTERBOURG, + 128 East Seventieth Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Minerals from the mines of Colorado for ocean curiosities or + postage stamps. + + LOUIS M. GROSS, + Care of Abel Brothers, Denver, Colorado. + + * * * * * + + A Canadian postmark and a Centennial three-cent stamp for a German + postage stamp. + + ARTHUR FROST, + Care of D. H. Frost, Belle Plaine, Iowa. + + * * * * * + + Twenty-five postmarks for five stamps. No duplicates. + + NELLIE V., + 343 Fifth Avenue, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs for other eggs; or a rock from every State in the Union + and from several foreign countries for twenty different kinds of + eggs. + + W. BOSTWICK, Care of John C. Remington, + Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + FRANK M. RICHARDS, + Farmington, Maine. + + * * * * * + + Minerals and fossils for shells and minerals. A good specimen of + copper ore especially desired. + + BARTAS W. JAY, Emporia, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps for birds' eggs, coins, or minerals. + + WENNIE HOLMES, Bay City, Mich. + + * * * * * + +J. T. M.--See answer to Ida B. D., in Post-office Box of YOUNG PEOPLE +No. 51. + + * * * * * + +HENRY A. BLAKESLEY, HARRY F. HAINES, E. A. DE LIMA, AND MANY OTHERS.--We +are sorry not to print your requests for exchange, but that department +of our Post-office Box is so very crowded that we can not give space to +addresses which have been already published, unless the exchange +offered is of some new article. Neither can we attend to irregularities +between exchanges, which arise in almost every instance from +carelessness, or failure to give a proper address. We know of no remedy +for those who fail to receive answers to their letters except to +continue sending reminders to the delinquent correspondent. A great many +boys and girls write to us that they receive so many letters, they can +not answer them all promptly, as they are going to school, and very busy +with studies, but that they will surely answer them in time. We hope +they will not forget this promise, as a letter should always be +acknowledged. + + * * * * * + +P. I. G.--The rudder of the ice-boat is not fastened. The rudder-post +runs up through the keelson, which rests on an iron pin driven through +the post just above the rudder. The runner irons are sharp. + + * * * * * + +ALFRED C. T.--The directions you require are in preparation, and will +appear in an early number of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + * * * * * + +CECIL X.--There is no limit to the age of our contributors, but we would +advise you to wait until you are a little older before you try to write +a story. + + * * * * * + +HARRY OLMSTEAD, W. F., AND E. N. HIGH.--There are so many kinds of +printing-presses for boys that the best thing for you to do is to notice +the advertisements which are in all newspapers, and send to different +manufacturers for catalogues, from which you can make your selection. + + * * * * * + +GEORGE C. D.--Dr. Kane penetrated to 81° 22' north latitude; but in 1827 +the English navigator Sir Edward Parry reached 82° 45' N., and in 1861 +Dr. Hayes reached the same latitude. Captain Hall has also penetrated +nearly as far north. In February, 1854, in about 78° N., Dr. Kane +experienced the unexampled temperature of -68°, or 100° below +freezing-point, and a still lower degree has been recorded by more +recent navigators. + + * * * * * + +B. G. G.--Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego are the most southern permanent +abodes of man.--Read Dana's _Geology_, and you will learn all about the +formation of the earth. If you find it difficult to understand, ask your +teacher to explain it to you. + + * * * * * + +ELMER. A.--The Seven Wonders of the World are generally given as +follows: the Colossus of Rhodes, Diana's Temple at Ephesus, the +Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, the Pyramids, the Pharos at Alexandria, the +Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Olympian Zeus. + + * * * * * + +G. H. ELDER, THEODORE HENNEMAN, J. B. WHITLOCK, AND OTHERS.--We would +gladly assist you to begin a collection of postage stamps, but it is +against our rules to give up space to the exchanges you propose. + + * * * * * + +LEWIS D.--Prescott's _History of Ferdinand and Isabella_ and Abbott's +_Romance of Spanish History_ are good books for you to read. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Alice M. H., Edna E. Harris, Paul Gray, +E. H. Shuster, Joseph A. Unruh, Lorena C. Emrich, R. Poe Smith, Harry +and Richard Bellam, W. K. M., L. C., Edmund H. B., Fred Dierking, +Florence McClure, Margaretta Mott, Wina James, Edgar E. Hyde, Nellie A. +Robson, Grace A. Hood, Etta B. Easton, Arthur McCain, Vina E. B., Fred +B., Bertram and Leroy S., Alice Ward, Melvin Rosenthal, A. V. H., +Johnnie E., Sarah A. W., Eva L. M., Clayton B., W. Hoey, Jun., Martha +M. I., Pet Wilcox, Gertrude and Albert F., C. Arnold, Frank Durston, +Grace T. Lyman, H. L. Van Norman, Marion P. Wiggin. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from J. F. W., John N. Howe, +T. M. Armstrong, M. P. Randolph, Charles Gaylor, Nellie V. Brainard, Cal +I. Forny, Bessie C. Morris, Walter P. Hiles, Blanche Anderson, Marie +Doyle, Isobel Jacob, S. Birdie Dorman, William and Mary Tiddy, Emma +Radford, W. H. Wolford, The Dawley Boys, "Lone Star," Willie F. Woolard, +A. C. Chapin, George Hayward, John Ogburn. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +ENIGMA. + + In cream, not in milk. + In chintz, not in silk. + In time, not in late. + In pencil, not in slate. + In atlas, not in book. + In sight, not in look. + In love, not in pity. + My whole an American city. + + WALTER. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE. + + A city in Great Britain. A country in Europe. A group of peaks in + the Pyrenees. A river in Asia. A range of mountains in Asia. A + river in Ireland. A letter. A river in England. A peak in the + Northwestern United States. A city in England founded by Ine, the + West Saxon King. A river in British America. A river in Asia. A + town and county in California. Centrals read downward spell the + name of a large sea. + + MARIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +ENIGMA. + + First in mouse, not in rat. + Second in dog, not in cat. + Third in house, not in lot. + Fourth in can, not in pot. + Fifth in owl, not in hawk. + Sixth in flower, not in stalk. + A famous city am I; + You'll guess me if you try. + + HERMIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +WORD SQUARES. + + 1. First, a package. Second, certain animals. Third, to jump. + Fourth, to perceive. + + 2. First, something that once laid in a famous house. Second, a + space. Third, a Shakspearean character. Fourth, sour. + + C. I. F. + + 3. First, the resting-place of an army. Second, an Asiatic sea. + Third, a companion. Fourth, an argument. + + CHARLES. + + 4. First, a picture. Second, something which often causes pain, and + yet no one likes to part with. Third, a river in Transylvania. + Fourth, passageways. Fifth, to efface. + + ANNIE. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 57. + +No. 1. + +United, untied. Cavern, craven. German, manger. Grandee, derange. +Neuter, tureen. Garnets, strange. Cruel, lucre. Derange, angered. +Master, stream. + +No. 2. + +1. Partridge. 2. Woodchuck. + +No. 3. + + E C H O S T A R + C R E W T A L E + H E E L A L O E + O W L S R E E L + + C R O W O U S E + R O P E U S E D + O P A L S E E D + W E L L E D D A + +No. 4. + +Nightingale. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 58. + +No. 1. + + T E N T + M E A T + W R A P + E P I C + +No. 2. + +Possunt quia posse videntur. + +No. 3. + +Atlantic Ocean. + + + + +NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG READERS. + + +_Drifting Round the World_[1] is a handsomely bound and illustrated +volume containing the adventures of a boy by sea and land. The countries +he traverses are those not often described in books of boyish travel. +Starting in a Cape Ann fishing schooner for Greenland, he is shipwrecked +on the coast of Labrador, contrives to reach Iceland, passes through +marvellous adventures in Russia and Siberia, sails for Alaska, and at +length reaches home by the overland route from San Francisco. The +strange countries through which Robert, the hero of this book, travels +are graphically described, and a great deal of information is conveyed +in a form especially delightful to boy readers. + + * * * * * + +A large number Of the new holiday books for little folks combine +amusement with instruction of one kind or another. A very interesting +volume, prettily bound and profusely illustrated with portraits and +other engravings, is _The Story of the United States Navy_,[2] by Mr. +Lossing, who has devoted many years to the study of American history, +and whose works on that subject are popular with readers of all ages. +The present volume, the substance of which has appeared in the columns +of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, is written especially for boys, and contains +many stirring accounts of famous naval engagements, of historical war +vessels, and of celebrated men whose heroic deeds add glory to the +history of our country. No better reading than is contained in this book +can be found for boys, as, while it is of absorbing interest, it tells +the story of many noble men whose example can not fail to awaken +patriotism and a desire to attain true manhood in the minds of American +boys in whose hands lies the future history of the United States. + + * * * * * + +Children will always ask questions, and their natural inquisitiveness +often goes beyond the knowledge of their elders. For this reason +parents, as well as the youthful questioners, will extend a hearty +welcome to _The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places_,[3] which +contains full information of all celebrated localities, and many +biographical notices of important personages of every period. This +volume, together with _The Cyclopædia of Common Things_, by the same +author, published a year ago, forms a library in which inquisitive +little folks will find answers to their most ingenious questions. + + * * * * * + +Boys and girls who are forming social clubs, which they wish to make +instructive as well as amusing, and yet are not sure of the best course +to follow, should provide themselves with _Stories of the Sea_,[4] which +they will find an excellent model. The book itself is very interesting. +A party of bright young people, with an older head to guide them, meet +together for Saturday afternoon talks on subjects connected with the +history of the seas. Libraries are explored for accounts of famous +navigators and naval heroes, and interesting readings are given from the +works of Navarrete (who wrote of the voyages of Columbus), Sir Walter +Raleigh, Southey, and other authors. These extracts are so fascinating +that young readers are pretty sure to hunt up the books from which they +are taken, in order to learn the whole of the story. Books like this do +more toward cultivating a taste for good reading than volumes of advice. + + * * * * * + +A delightful little book of American natural history is _Friends Worth +Knowing_,[5] which takes its young readers in search of snails of all +kinds, into the fields and woods to find wild mice and birds, over the +plains after buffalo, and tells them many curious things about the +habits of different animals. Interesting illustrations and an attractive +cover add to the value of this book for a pretty and cheap holiday +present. + + * * * * * + +Another charming book of travel, if a summer excursion may be so called, +is _Aboard the Mavis_,[6] in which a merry party of boys and girls +cruise around the eastern end of Long Island Sound in a yacht, making +occasional landings, and learning much about the early history of that +portion of the country. This book is profusely illustrated and +beautifully bound, and is an elegant holiday present for any girl or +boy. + + * * * * * + +For very little children nothing is prettier or more attractive than the +Christmas number of _Our Little Ones_, a monthly magazine edited by +"Oliver Optic," and published by the Russell Publishing Company, of +Boston. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] _Drifting Round the World_. By Captain C. W. HALL. Illustrated. 8vo, +pp. 372. Boston: Lee & Shepard. New York: Charles T. Dillingham. + +[2] _The Story of the United States Navy_. By BENSON J. LOSSING, LL.D. +Illustrated. 12mo, pp. 418. New York: Harper & Brothers. + +[3] _The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places_. By JOHN D. +CHAMPLIN, Jun. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 936. New York: Henry Holt & Co. + +[4] _Stories of the Sea_. By E. E. HALE. 8vo, pp. 302. Boston: Roberts +Brothers. + +[5] _Friends Worth Knowing_. By ERNEST INGERSOLL. Illustrated. Sq. 16mo, +pp. 258. New York: Harper & Brothers. + +[6] _Aboard the Mavis_. By RICHARD MARKHAM. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 240. +New York: Dodd, Mead, & Co. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. 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They were dried figs, dates, and honey, emblematic +of the sweetness of the auspices under which the year should begin its +course, and a small piece of money called stips, which foreboded riches. + + + + +SPOONS. + +A NEW GAME FROM THE GERMAN. + +BY G. B. BARTLETT. + + +A very funny new game has come to us from our German cousins, with the +odd title of Spoons, which is played as follows: One person takes his +stand in the centre of the room, with a handkerchief tied over his eyes, +and his hands extended before him, in each of which he holds a large +table-spoon. The other players march around him in single file, clapping +their hands in time to a tune which may be sung or played upon a piano +in any slow measure suitable for marching. When the blinded player calls +out "Spoons," all the others stop at once, and turn their faces toward +him. He then finds his way to any player that he can, and must ascertain +who he is by touching him with the spoons only, which he may use as he +pleases. If he guesses right, the person he has caught is obliged to +take his place in the centre. If he is wrong, he must try until he +succeeds, which it is easy to do with a little practice, especially if +the one who is caught joins in the universal laughter. + + * * * * * + +An old gentleman in Vienna, who was afraid of leaving his money in a +bank, two years ago concealed his savings, in the shape of twenty 1000 +florin notes, in a cupboard in his cellar. Last week it occurred to him +to go and see how his treasure was going on; but on doing this he +discovered, to his horror, that the mice had been making free with it, +and that only a small heap of fluffy dust remained of all his wealth. +The grief caused by this discovery was so great that the poor old man +threw himself out of his bedroom window, and broke his neck. Another +story is told of a lady who hid her property, consisting of a number of +United States greenbacks, in a satchel in her cupboard. She also, after +a time, found that a mouse had devoured part of the notes, and had used +the rest to line its nest; but in this case the meal had evidently +disagreed with the enterprising mouse, for it was lying dead in its +nest, the fact being that the arsenic which had been used to give the +green color to the notes had caused its death. In these days, when money +can easily and safely be deposited in savings-banks, it is very foolish +to hide it in holes and corners where it is liable to be lost. + + + + +CHARADE. + +BY H. + + + Mighty and cruel and strong is my first, + Beautiful too to behold; + But oh! it is false. Of traitors the worst, + Luring the hardy and bold. + Tranquil and lovely it smiles in your face, + Then drags you to death in its wild embrace. + + Feeble and weak is my second--a cry + Uttered by young, tender things; + Lovely to look at, they too may prove sly, + Darting with sudden, fierce springs; + Though never a smile plays over their face, + They _too_ drag to death in a wild embrace. + + Found is my whole where the wild waters roar-- + Old Ocean nurtures its race-- + Where beat the waves on the rocky shore, + Looking the wind in the face. + Happy, contented, my whole will play + In the gale and the storm the live-long day. + + + + +[Illustration: RECEIVING CALLS IN THE NURSERY.] + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, December 28, +1880, by Various + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44596 *** diff --git a/44596-h/44596-h.htm b/44596-h/44596-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c13ba9d --- /dev/null +++ b/44596-h/44596-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2431 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> + <head> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8" /> + <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> + <title> + The Project Gutenberg eBook of Harper's Young People, December 28, 1880, by Various. + </title> + <style type="text/css"> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + + h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 { + text-align: center; /* all headings centered */ + clear: both; +} + +p { + margin-top: .51em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .49em; +} + +.p2 {margin-top: 2em;} +.p4 {margin-top: 4em;} +.p6 {margin-top: 6em;} + +hr { + width: 33%; + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; + clear: both; +} + +hr.tb {width: 45%;} +hr.chap {width: 65%} +hr.full {width: 95%;} + +table { + margin-left: auto; + margin-right: auto; +} + +.pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */ + /* visibility: hidden; */ + position: absolute; + left: 92%; + font-size: smaller; + text-align: right; +} /* page numbers */ + +.blockquot { + margin-left: 5%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +.center {text-align: center;} + +.right {text-align: right;} + +.smcap {font-variant: small-caps;} + +.caption {font-weight: bold;} + +/* Images */ +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; +} + +.figleft { + float: left; + clear: left; + margin-left: 0; + margin-bottom: 1em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-right: 1em; + padding: 0; + text-align: center; +} + +.figright { + float: right; + clear: right; + margin-left: 1em; + margin-bottom: + 1em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-right: 0; + padding: 0; + text-align: center; +} + +/* Footnotes */ +.footnotes {border: dashed 1px;} + +.footnote {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; font-size: 0.9em;} + +.fnanchor { + vertical-align: super; + font-size: .8em; + text-decoration: + none; +} + + </style> + </head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 44596 ***</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_HAPPY_NEW_YEAR">A HAPPY NEW YEAR.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#PRINCE_CHARLIE">"PRINCE CHARLIE."</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_DOLLS_RECEPTION">A DOLLS' RECEPTION.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOBY_TYLER">TOBY TYLER;</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_NEW-YEARS_WELCOME">THE NEW-YEAR'S WELCOME.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BEE-HUNTING">BEE-HUNTING.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SING_A_SONG_O_SIXPENCE">SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#HOW_SANTA_CLAUS_CAME">HOW SANTA CLAUS CAME.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MILDREDS_BARGAIN">MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#AN_EMPTY_STOCKING">AN EMPTY STOCKING.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#NEW-YEARS">NEW-YEAR'S.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SPOONS">SPOONS.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="386" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" /> +</div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. II.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 61.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, December 28, 1880.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="600" height="578" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE FIRST NEW-YEAR'S CALL.—<span class="smcap">See Next Page</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="A_HAPPY_NEW_YEAR" id="A_HAPPY_NEW_YEAR">A HAPPY NEW YEAR.</a></h2> + +<p>On the first page of this New-Year's number of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> is +a picture of the first New-Year's call of the season, which is one made +at the door of every house in the land just as the clock strikes twelve +on New-Year's Eve.</p> + +<p>The little fur-clad figure knocking for admittance is that of New Year +himself, Master Eighteen Eighty-One, laden with promises and good wishes +that will, we hope, insure him a warm welcome from the sleepy watchers +within the cozy room to which he seeks to enter. Even Miss Dolly, whom +the children have left on the cricket in the corner to watch the old +year out and the new one in, and who does not look at all sleepy, will +welcome the little stranger in her own way, and he will quickly be made +to feel at home.</p> + +<p>Now watch for him, dear children; he will surely come to every door, and +when he arrives, welcome him warmly, and make up your minds to do +everything in your power to make him the very happiest New Year that +ever was.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="PRINCE_CHARLIE" id="PRINCE_CHARLIE">"PRINCE CHARLIE."</a></h2> + +<h3>BY KATHERINE KAMERON.</h3> + +<p>Christmas was over. The twins, Allan and Jessie, had romped and played +away the whole delightful day, in doors and out.</p> + +<p>Wonderful to tell, they had wearied of all the pretty new toys, and +found an end to play. After tea they sat quietly in the fire-glow, +talking with mamma about the beautiful new picture that was her gift to +them. It was a charming group of gayly dressed children—little Princes +and a Princess, the children of the unhappy King Charles I. of England. +The tallest was a handsome boy, in a suit of scarlet velvet, with a +broad collar of rich old lace. He held by the hand a tiny tot, in a +frilled cap and a dress of blue silk, who timidly clung to the +protecting arm of his big brother. The third was a quaint little damsel +in a robe of creamy satin, standing with her dainty hands demurely +folded before her. Her long stately dress touched the floor with its +border of Vandyck points, and her small head was curiously dressed in a +by-gone courtly fashion. About her pretty throat was a necklace of +costly pearls, and she looked the perfect model of a tiny old-time lady +of high degree. A pair of graceful spaniels crouched at the feet of the +children, and behind them was a curtain of some rich foreign stuff. The +fire-light flashed on the sweet young faces and shining auburn hair, +touching the waves and curls, while the shadows danced and nickered +until it seemed to Allan that the bright eyes smiled back to him as he +looked up. It was like a pleasant dream, and Allan's blue eyes grew +slowly dim and dimmer. Jessie's eyelids had been drooping from the time +mamma began to tell about the royal children, and directly the twins +were fast asleep. Papa came in, and mamma laughed with him at the effect +of her story, and then the little sleepers were playfully shaken until +they were wide awake enough to walk up stairs.</p> + +<p>There was a sleepy good-night kiss all around, a double "Now I lay me," +and two heads nestled down on two soft pillows, and the long delightful +Christmas-day was quite gone.</p> + +<p>In almost no time Allan felt a hand on his shoulder, and a voice said, +softly, "Allan, Allan, wake up, my man, and come and show me about the +things."</p> + +<p>Allan turned over, rubbed his dazed eyes, and then jumped straight up in +bed, winking and blinking in wonder at what he saw. Standing beside his +bed was a handsome lad, about his own size, in a scarlet velvet suit. +The stranger was laughing merrily at his surprise, as he spoke again: +"My good fellow, don't sit staring at me, but put on your doublet and +the rest, and come on. We have not long to stay." At this, Allan glanced +through the open door of Jessie's room, and there by her bed he saw in +the moonlight the dainty little dame in the trailing satin. She was +whispering to Jessie. In an instant the visitors vanished hand in hand +through the doorway, and the children heard their soft footfalls on the +stairway. "Prince Charlie! Princess Mary!" was all they said, but they +fairly danced into their clothes, and then ran quickly down to the +library; and when the door opened, what a strange sight met their +astonished eyes! There was a famous fire in the grate, and by the bright +blaze they saw Prince Charlie mounted, on the new velocipede, tugging at +the bridle, and cracking his whip until it snapped again, but the queer +steed moved not a pace. The little Princess sat holding +Nannette—Jessie's French doll—speechless with delight. She turned the +pretty head from side to side, she moved the arms and feet, she examined +the tiny kid boots with their high heels. Then she admired the long +gloves with no end of buttons, and the scrap of a bonnet, made of shreds +of flower and feather in a wonderful way, and perched on a high tower of +fluffy flossy hair.</p> + +<p>"Do you like it, Princess Mary?" asked Jessie, most respectfully.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it is bonny," was the answer; "so much prettier than any I ever +saw. Is your father a great King, and does he have such wonderful dolls +made for you?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear me, no, Princess," said Jessie, hastily, and wanting very much +to laugh. "My father is a great doctor, though. We have no Kings in our +country."</p> + +<p>"No Kings!" echoed the little lady, incredulously. "Who reigns, then? +But do not say Princess every time; call me Mary. We must go back so +soon, and I have a hundred questions to ask about so many strange +things. We are very tired of looking at them from up there," glancing at +the picture.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, we have longed to get down close by you ever since we came," +exclaimed the Prince. "I am sure you saw us smile at you last evening," +he added.</p> + +<p>"So I was right," cried Allan, joyfully. "I thought so;" and looking up +to the picture, he saw the pretty spaniels quite alone against the rich +drapery. They were huddled together in a lonely way, a silky heap of +noses and paws. At Prince Charlie's voice one of them threw up his head +for a dismal howl, but at a sign from his young master he patiently +curled down to wait.</p> + +<p>The Princess missed Jamie, and turned to look for him. There, in a +corner on the floor, sat the baby Duke, in his sky-blue silk, dancing +Jessie's droll Japanese "Ning-Ping" until the limp arms and legs fairly +flew. He stopped a moment to look into the narrow sleepy eyes, and to +touch the long braid that hung down behind, and the stiff little fringe, +like a brush, on top of the queer head, and then again the legs and arms +rattled a tune, while Jamie's round, solemn eyes seemed not even to +wink, so intent and wondering was his look. In the mean time his stately +sister held Nannette close in her arms, as she moved about, looking, +listening, and questioning.</p> + +<p>Just then Jamie called, softly, "Charlie! Charlie! Mary! come and see."</p> + +<p>The little fellow had found a box of jointed wooden animals and people. +He was twisting the legs and arms and paws and wings into all manner of +shapes, and then standing up the funny wry shapes, and laughing in high +glee.</p> + +<p>Allan noticed how quietly they all spoke and moved. Even when they +laughed heartily, or called out, they did not make any loud noise. He +wondered if it was being pictures so long had made them so still.</p> + +<p>Presently Jessie took her lacquered box, full of small treasures, from +the table to the sofa, where the two girls cozily seated themselves. All +of the simple, pretty things<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> seemed equally new and curious to the +little stranger. Jessie tried to have the Princess Mary keep a few +trifles which she seemed most to admire, but in vain; she only drew up +her small quaint figure, and said, quietly, "A Princess may not accept +gifts." Somehow, although she smiled graciously, this little speech +troubled Jessie, who feared she had been rude, although she did not in +the least know how.</p> + +<p>Duke Jamie had in the mean time wearied of his wooden people, and went +wandering about in his baby fashion, but never for a moment dropping +Ning-Ping. Just then he spied his brother careering around on the +velocipede, having learned from Allan how to manage it. Of course Jamie +cried for a ride, and fortunately got it. While the Prince was whirling +round, Allan had wound up his engine with the long train of passenger +coaches, and sent it spinning across the floor in front of the fire. In +a twinkling Prince Charlie jumped down to see the new wonder. The +Princess at once lifted Jamie astride of the strange steed, and with one +arm about him, walked in a motherly way by his side, pushing the curious +vehicle.</p> + +<p>"What is this long carriage?" asked young Royalty.</p> + +<p>"Only a steam-engine and train of cars," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"But where is the steam?" said the Prince.</p> + +<p>"Oh, there is none here; this goes by wheels, like a clock; but the real +cars that we travel on run by steam."</p> + +<p>The long train began to creep slowly, and the wheels whirred and buzzed +a little in running down. Allan handed the key to his guest, and Prince +Charlie wound it up with a zest, and watched it awhile; then he turned +to Allan with, "I say, how do they run by steam?"</p> + +<p>"Why, the steam is made by the fire under the engine boiler, like a big +tea-kettle," explained Allan, carefully, and feeling like a professor; +"this turns the engine wheels somehow, and the cars being all fast to +it, they go like lightning almost."</p> + +<p>He soon bethought himself of his little engine, and in a few minutes it +was steaming up, with the piston-rod pumping and the wheels whizzing, +and the Prince quite lost in wonder. It was a very novel and pleasant +sensation to know so much more than a royal Prince, and Allan enjoyed it +hugely. Looking about him for new marvels, he chanced on his +printing-press. The fire-light was dying out, and it was too dark for +type-setting, so he quickly struck a match and lighted the gas jet. When +he turned, his guests stood stupefied and open-mouthed with most unroyal +amazement.</p> + +<p>The Prince gasped out, "Sister, did you see him set fire to a hole? +Surely he did it, and with a dry splinter."</p> + +<p>The Princess turned quite pale. "Are the walls full of fire?" she asked, +anxiously, hugging baby Jamie closely.</p> + +<p>This was, indeed, like magic to the royal pair, and, truth to tell, the +young magician was nearly as much at a loss to explain the phenomenon.</p> + +<p>"It is gas, only gas," said Allan.</p> + +<p>"And what in the name of all the saints is this gas?" returned the +Prince.</p> + +<p>"Oh, something that is made from coal, and runs in tubes in the wall, +and burns in the air like oil," said Allan. "It is not loose; it can not +get out of the tubes. It is quite safe," he assured the frightened +Princess, "and the dry splinter has something on the tip—phosphorus, I +think—that fires when it is scraped." Thus re-assured, the royal pair +amused themselves for some time drawing matches, quite like common +children. After this Allan introduced his treadle press, and soon the +boys were deep in the mysteries of type-setting, inking, and taking +impressions. The Prince wondered greatly at a printing-press for a boy's +pastime, and still more to see it revolve so rapidly.</p> + +<p>"I once went," he said, "to see them print our London weekly. They had +no treadle, for the press was worked by hand; but then they had famous +printers there, and plenty of them, you see, and could send out a +thousand papers in a day," and he looked to Allan for admiration.</p> + +<p>"That was doing very well," was the calm response; "but with a treadle I +could work off about twice as many myself. In our country we use steam +to drive every sort of machine, and to-day our Yankee presses just buzz +round, and throw about eight thousand or ten thousand newspapers an +hour, all cut and folded."</p> + +<p>"Don't! don't!" cried Prince Charlie; "that is a little faster than I +can think. I am sure there can't be people enough to read so many. I +should lose my breath in your fast country. What, pray, is the use of +driving things like lightning? Let us try those cards; and now go slow, +my man, and let me see how you do it."</p> + +<p>Very soon they had printed, in old English type, "Charles Stuart, 1640," +and in a neat script, "Allan Wallace, 1880." The Prince decided he would +rather have the treadle press than anything he had yet seen.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Jessie was doing her best to entertain the Princess Mary, who +had watched all of these wonders in her quiet way, holding Jamie by the +hand lest he should get into mischief. After the gas-lighting she was +more careful of him than ever, fearing some harm might befall the baby +brother in this new world of strange ways.</p> + +<p>But shortly after this a sharp cry made them all start; Jamie had caught +his busy, plump little hand in a wheel; he could not release it, and was +screaming with fright. Princess Mary ran to his relief.</p> + +<p>"What may this be?" she asked, when Jamie was soothed again. "Is it a +spinning-wheel?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed no," said Jessie; "I should be very glad to see one; but this is +a sewing-machine."</p> + +<p>"A what?" exclaimed her guest.</p> + +<p>But Jessie, for answer, had opened the cover, and taking two strips of +cloth from a drawer, began to stitch a seam at a flying speed. She was +very proud of this accomplishment, having but just learned. "I can play +better on this than on the piano," she remarked. The swift wheel whirled +while she talked, and the long seam flew from under the needle, and in +an instant was done. The trio stood in amazement, little Jamie being +spell-bound by the flying wheel.</p> + +<p>"Wonderful! wonderful!" cried Prince Charlie; "this is magic."</p> + +<p>The Princess asked, eagerly, "May I try it?"</p> + +<p>Jessie rose at once. The little lady daintily drew aside her satin robe, +and put her small shoes on the treadle. With the help of Jessie the +wheel was soon spinning briskly. The low hum and whir grew rapidly +louder. "What!" cried the Prince, "a tune?" and, wondering, Allan heard +the swift humming change to a lively measure. Louder and clearer it +rose, till the leal old Scotch ballad, "Wha'll be King but Charlie?" +rang out right gayly. The Prince seemed overjoyed, and directly began a +merry whistle to the loud swift music of the wheel.</p> + +<p>"What a stunning whistle!" commented Allan, admiringly. Higher and +clearer it rose, nearer and shriller it came, until it sounded close +into his very ear, piercing its sharp way like a steel point. He +started, and sprang aside to escape it; then it suddenly stopped.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, is it possible you are awake at last?" said a cheery voice. +"You go down to your work like one of the Seven Sleepers. Here I've been +whistling 'Wha'll be King but Charlie?' right in your very ear, long +enough to wake the Sleeping Beauty herself." It was his father who +spoke. There he stood by Allan's bedside, laughing and tossing the +covers off from the bewildered boy. "Listen, sleepy-head; your mother +has been playing the same tune for ten minutes at least on the library +piano. She says the new picture brought back the old tune. Come, sir, +breakfast is waiting. Dress on the double-quick, you sluggard."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 749px;"><a name="A_DOLLS_RECEPTION" id="A_DOLLS_RECEPTION"></a> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="749" height="1000" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>A DOLLS' RECEPTION.</h2> + +<p>A few days before Christmas there was given in New York a dolls' +reception in aid of the Sea-side Sanitarium—the charity that takes poor +children of the great city to the sea-side for a few days each summer.</p> + +<p>This reception was given in a hall on Thirty-third Street, and consisted +of a series of tableaux, in which all the characters were represented by +the most lovely and exquisitely dressed French dolls. These tableaux +were shown in dainty booths tastefully draped and decorated, so that the +effect was extremely pretty, and the reception furnished a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> novel and +delightful entertainment to the children who attended it in throngs +during the three days that it lasted.</p> + +<p>At the "Birthday Party" the name of each doll-guest appeared on a dainty +little dinner card laid beside each plate.</p> + +<p>Mother Goose and her children were dressed in the costumes with which +innumerable picture-books have made every child familiar.</p> + +<p>The dolls had their Christmas tree as well as children; and, mounted on +a ladder, Santa Claus (a doll's Santa Claus, you know) made believe +distribute beautiful Christmas gifts.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="TOBY_TYLER" id="TOBY_TYLER">[Begun in No. 58 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>TOBY TYLER;</h2> + +<h2>OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.</h2> + +<h3>BY JAMES OTIS.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter III</span>.</h3> + +<h3>THE NIGHT RIDE.</h3> + +<p>The wagon on which Mr. Lord was to send his new-found employé was, by +the most singular chance, the one containing the monkeys, and Toby +accepted this as a good omen. He would be near his venerable friend all +night, and there was some consolation in that. The driver instructed the +boy to watch his movements, and when he saw him leading his horses +around, "to look lively, and be on hand, for he never waited for any +one."</p> + +<p>Toby not only promised to do as ordered, but he followed the driver +around so closely that, had he desired, he could not have rid himself of +his little companion.</p> + +<p>The scene which presented itself to Toby's view was strange and weird in +the extreme. Shortly after he had attached himself to the man with whom +he was to ride, the performance was over, and the work of putting the +show and its belongings into such a shape as could be conveyed from one +town to another was soon in active operation. Toby forgot his grief, +forgot that he was running away from the only home he had ever known—in +fact, forgot everything concerning himself—so interested was he in that +which was going on about him.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 321px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="321" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">TOBY'S FIRST NIGHT RIDE.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by W. A. Rogers</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p>As soon as the audience had got out of the tent—and almost before—the +work of taking down the canvas was begun.</p> + +<p>Torches were stuck in the earth at regular intervals, the lights that +had shone so brilliantly in and around the ring had been extinguished, +the canvas sides had been taken off, and the boards that had formed the +seats were being packed into one of the carts with a rattling sound that +seemed as if a regular fusillade of musketry was being indulged in. Men +were shouting; horses were being driven hither and thither, harnessed to +the wagons, or drawing the huge carts away as soon as they had been +loaded; and everything seemed in the greatest state of confusion, while +really the work was being done in the most systematic manner possible.</p> + +<p>Toby had not long to wait before the driver informed him that the time +for starting had arrived, and assisted him to climb up to the narrow +seat whereon he was to ride that night.</p> + +<p>The scene was so exciting, and his efforts to stick to the narrow seat +so great, that he really had no time to attend to the homesick feeling +that had crept over him during the first part of the evening.</p> + +<p>The long procession of carts and wagons drove slowly out of the town, +and when the last familiar house had been passed the driver spoke to +Toby for the first time since they started.</p> + +<p>"Pretty hard work to keep on—eh, sonny?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the boy, as the team ran over a rock, bounced him high in +the air, and he, by strenuous efforts, barely succeeded in alighting on +the seat again, "it is pretty hard work; an' my name's Toby Tyler."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> + +<p>Toby heard a queer sound that seemed to come from the man's throat, and +for a few moments he feared that his companion was choking. But he soon +understood that this was simply an attempt to laugh, and he at once +decided that it was a very poor style of laughing.</p> + +<p>"So you object to being called sonny, do you?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'd rather be called Toby, for, you see, that's my name."</p> + +<p>"All right, my boy; we'll call you Toby. I suppose you thought it was a +mighty fine thing to run away an' jine a circus, didn't you?"</p> + +<p>Toby started in affright, looked around cautiously, and then tried to +peer down through the small square aperture, guarded by iron rods, that +opened into the cage just back of the seat they were sitting on. Then he +turned slowly around to the driver, and asked, in a voice sunk to a +whisper: "How did you know that I was runnin' away? Did he tell you?" +and Toby motioned with his thumb as if he were pointing out some one +behind him.</p> + +<p>It was the driver's turn now to look around in search of the "he" +referred to by Toby.</p> + +<p>"Who do you mean?" asked the man, impatiently.</p> + +<p>"Why, the old feller; the one in the cart there. I think he knew I was +runnin' away, though he didn't say anything about it; but he looked just +as if he did."</p> + +<p>The driver looked at Toby in perfect amazement for a moment, and then, +as if suddenly understanding the boy, he relapsed into one of those +convulsive efforts that caused the blood to rush up into his face, and +gave him every appearance of having a fit.</p> + +<p>"You must mean one of the monkeys," said the driver, after he had +recovered his breath, which had been almost shaken out of his body by +the silent laughter. "So you thought a monkey had told me what any fool +could have seen if he had watched you for five minutes?"</p> + +<p>"Well," said Toby, slowly, as if he feared he might provoke one of those +terrible laughing spells again, "I saw him to-night, an' he looked as if +he knew what I was doin'; so I up an' told him, an' I didn't know but +he'd told you, though he didn't look to me like a feller that would be +mean."</p> + +<p>There was another internal shaking on the part of the driver, which Toby +did not fear as much, since he was getting accustomed to it, and then +the man said, "Well, you are the queerest little cove I ever saw."</p> + +<p>"I s'pose I am," was the reply, accompanied by a long-drawn sigh. "I +don't seem to amount to so much as the other fellers do, an' I guess +it's because I'm always hungry: you see, I eat awful, Uncle Dan'l says."</p> + +<p>The only reply which the driver made to this plaintive confession was to +put his hand down into the deepest recesses of one of his deep pockets, +and to draw therefrom a huge doughnut, which he handed to his companion.</p> + +<p>Toby was so much at his ease by this time that the appetite which had +failed him at supper had now returned in full force, and he devoured the +doughnut in a most ravenous manner.</p> + +<p>"You're too small to eat so fast," said the man, in a warning tone, as +the last morsel of the greasy sweetness disappeared, and he fished up +another for the boy. "Some time you'll get hold of one of the India +rubber doughnuts that they feed to circus people, an' choke yourself to +death."</p> + +<p>Toby shook his head, and devoured this second cake as quickly as he had +the first, craning his neck, and uttering a funny little squeak as the +last bit went down, just as a chicken does when he gets too large a +mouthful of dough.</p> + +<p>"I'll never choke," he said, confidently; "I'm used to it; and Uncle +Dan'l says I could eat a pair of boots an' never wink at 'em; but I +don't just believe that."</p> + +<p>As the driver made no reply to this remark, Toby curled himself up on +one corner of the seat, and watched with no little interest all that was +passing on around him. Each one of the wagons had a lantern fastened to +the hind axle, and these lights could be seen far ahead on the road, as +if a party of fire-flies had started in single file on an excursion. The +trees by the side of the road stood out weird and ghostly-looking in the +darkness, and the rumble of the carts ahead and behind formed a musical +accompaniment to the picture that sounded strangely doleful.</p> + +<p>Mile after mile was passed over in perfect silence, save now and then +when the driver would whistle a few bars of some very dismal tune that +would fairly make Toby shiver with its mournfulness. Eighteen miles was +the distance from Guilford to the town where the next performance of the +circus was to be given, and as Toby thought of the ride before them, it +seemed as if the time would be almost interminable. He curled himself up +on one corner of the seat, and tried very hard to go to sleep; but just +as his eyes began to grow heavy, the wagon would jolt over some rock or +sink deep in some rut, till Toby, the breath very nearly shaken out of +his body, and his neck almost dislocated, would sit bolt-upright, +clinging to the seat with both hands, as if he expected each moment to +be pitched out into the mud.</p> + +<p>The driver watched him closely, and each time that he saw him shaken up +and awakened so thoroughly he would indulge in one of his silent +laughing spells, until Toby would wonder whether he would ever recover +from it. Several times had Toby been awakened, and each time he had seen +the amusement his sufferings caused, until he finally resolved to put an +end to the sport by keeping awake.</p> + +<p>"What is your name?" he asked of the driver, thinking a conversation +would be the best way to rouse himself into wakefulness.</p> + +<p>"Wa'al," said the driver, as he gathered the reins carefully in one +hand, and seemed to be debating in his mind how he should answer the +question, "I don't know as I know myself, it's been so long since I've +heard it."</p> + +<p>Toby was wide enough awake now, as this rather singular problem was +forced upon his mind. He revolved the matter silently for some moments, +and at last he asked, "What do folks call you when they want to speak to +you?"</p> + +<p>"They always call me old Ben, an' I've got so used to the name that I +don't need any other."</p> + +<p>Toby wanted very much to ask more questions, but he wisely concluded +that it would not be agreeable to his companion.</p> + +<p>"I'll ask the old man about it," said Toby to himself, referring to the +aged monkey, whom he seemed to feel acquainted with; "he most likely +knows, if he'll say anything." After this the conversation ceased, until +Toby again ventured to suggest, "It's a pretty long drive, hain't it?"</p> + +<p>"You want to wait till you've been in this business a year or two," said +Ben, sagely, "an' then you won't think much of it. Why, I've known the +show towns to be thirty miles apart, an' them was the times when we had +lively work of it: riding all night and working all day kind of wears on +a fellow."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I s'pose so," said Toby, with a sigh, as he wondered whether he +had got to work as hard as that; "but I suppose you get all you want to +eat, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Now you've struck it," said Ben, with the air of one about to impart a +world of wisdom, as he crossed one leg over the other, that his position +might be as comfortable as possible while he was initiating his young +companion into the mysteries of the life. "I've had all the boys ride +with me since I've been with this show, an' I've tried to start them +right; but they didn't seem to profit by it, an' always got sick of the +show, an' run away, just because they didn't look out for themselves as +they ought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> to. Now listen to me, Toby, an' remember what I say. You +see, they put us all in a hotel together, an' some of these places where +we go don't have any too much stuff on the table. Whenever we strike a +new town, you find out at the hotel what time they have the grub ready, +an' you be on hand so's to get in with the first. Eat all you can, an' +fill your pockets."</p> + +<p>"If that's all a feller has to do to travel with a circus," said Toby, +"I'm just the one, 'cause I always used to do just that when I hadn't +any idea of bein' a circus man."</p> + +<p>"Then you'll get along all right," said Ben, as he checked the speed of +his horses, and, looking carefully ahead, said, as he guided his team to +one side of the road, "This is as far as we're going to-night."</p> + +<p>Toby learned that they were within a couple of miles of the town, and +that the entire procession would remain by the road-side until time to +make the grand entrée into the village, when every wagon, horse, and man +would be decked out in the most gorgeous array, as they had been when +they entered Guilford.</p> + +<p>Under Ben's direction he wrapped himself in an old horse-blanket, lay +down on the top of the wagon, and he was so tired from the excitement of +the day and night that he had hardly stretched out at full length before +he was fast asleep.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_NEW-YEARS_WELCOME" id="THE_NEW-YEARS_WELCOME">THE NEW-YEAR'S WELCOME.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY MARY D. BRINE.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring, bells, ring! for the King is here;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring, bells, ring! for the glad New Year.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He mounts his throne with a smiling face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His sceptre lifts with majestic grace.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring for the joy his advent brings;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring for the happy songs he sings;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring for the promises sweet and true</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With which we gladden our hearts anew.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The new-born Year is a happy fellow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His voice is sweet, and low, and mellow;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With the Christmas holly his head is crowned,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With the Christmas blessings we'll wrap him round.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then ring, bells, ring! for the joyous day—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The Past lies silent, the Present is gay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring out your merriest, cheer after cheer,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To welcome the birth of the Happy New Year!</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="BEE-HUNTING" id="BEE-HUNTING">BEE-HUNTING.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY JIMMY BROWN.</h3> + +<p>The more I see of this world the hollower I find everybody. I don't mean +that people haven't got their insides in them, but they are so +dreadfully ungrateful. No matter how kind and thoughtful any one may be, +they never give him any credit for it. They will pretend to love you and +call you "dear Jimmy what a fine manly boy come here and kiss me" and +then half an hour afterward they'll say "where's that little wretch let +me just get hold of him O! I'll let him know." Deceit and ingratitude +are the monster vices of the age and they are rolling over our beloved +land like the flood. (I got part of that elegant language from the +temperance lecturer last week, but I improved it a good deal.)</p> + +<p>There is Aunt Sarah. The uncle that belonged to her died two years ago +and she's awfully rich. She comes to see us sometimes with Tommy—that's +her boy, a little fellow ten years old—and you ought to see how mother +and Sue wait on her and how pleasant father is when she's in the room. +Now she always said that she loved me like her own son. She'd say to +father "How I envy you that noble boy what a comfort he must be to you," +and father would say "Yes he has some charming qualities" and look as if +he hadn't laid onto me with his cane that very morning and told me that +my conduct was such. You'll hardly believe that just because I did the +very best I could and saved her precious Tommy from an apple grave, Aunt +Sarah says I'm a young Cain and knows I'll come to the gallows.</p> + +<p>She came to see us last Friday, and on Saturday I was going bee-hunting. +I read all about it in a book. You take an axe and go out-doors and +follow a bee, and after a while the bee takes you to a hollow tree full +of honey and you cut the tree down and carry the honey home in thirty +pails and sell it for ever so much. I and Sam McGinnis were going and +Aunt Sarah says "O take Tommy with you the dear child would enjoy it so +much." Of course no fellow that's twelve years old wants a little chap +like that tagging after him but mother spoke up and said that I'd be +delighted to take Tommy and so I couldn't help myself.</p> + +<p>We stopped in the wood-shed and borrowed father's axe and then we found +a bee. The bee wouldn't fly on before us in a straight line but kept +lighting on everything, and once he lit on Sam's hand and stung him +good. However we chased the bee lively and by-and-by he started for his +tree and we ran after him. We had just got to the old dead apple-tree in +the pasture when we lost the bee and we all agreed that his nest must be +in the tree. It's an awfully big old tree, and it's all rotted away on +one side so that it stands as if it was ready to fall over any minute.</p> + +<p>Nothing would satisfy Tommy but to climb that tree. We told him he'd +better let a bigger fellow do it but he wouldn't listen to reason. So we +gave him a boost and he climbed up to where the tree forked and then he +stood up and began to say something when he disappeared. We thought he +had fallen out of the tree and we ran round to the other side to pick +him up but he wasn't there. Sam said it was witches but I knew he must +be somewhere so I climbed up the tree and looked.</p> + +<p>He had slipped down into the hollow of the tree and was wedged in tight. +I could just reach his hair but it was so short that I couldn't get a +good hold so as to pull him out. Wasn't he scared though! He howled and +said "O take me out I shall die," and Sam wanted to run for the doctor.</p> + +<p>I told Tommy to be patient and I'd get him out. So I slid down the tree +and told Sam that the only thing to do was to cut the tree down and then +open it and take Tommy out. It was such a rotten tree I knew it would +come down easy. So we took turns chopping, and the fellow who wasn't +chopping kept encouraging Tommy by telling him that the tree was 'most +ready to fall. After working an hour the tree began to stagger and +presently down she came with an awful crash and burst into a million +pieces.</p> + +<p>Sam and I said Hurray! and then we poked round in the dust till we found +Tommy. He was all over red dust and was almost choked, but he was +awfully mad. Just because some of his ribs were broke—so the doctor +said—he forgot all Sam and I had done for him. I shouldn't have minded +that much, because you don't expect much from little boys, but I did +think his mother would have been grateful when we brought him home and +told her what we had done. Then I found what all her professions were +worth. She called father and told him that I and the other miscurrent +had murdered her boy. Sam was so frightened at the awful name she called +him that he ran home, and father told me I could come right up stairs +with him.</p> + +<p>They couldn't have treated me worse if I'd let Tommy stay in the tree +and starve to death. I almost wish I had done it. It does seem as if the +more good a boy does the more the grown folks pitch into him. The moment +Sue is married to Mr. Travers I mean to go and live with him. He never +scolds, and always says that Susan's brother is as dear to him as his +own, though he hasn't got any.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="SING_A_SONG_O_SIXPENCE" id="SING_A_SONG_O_SIXPENCE">SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE.</a></h2> + +<h3>DRAWN BY R. CALDECOTT.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 349px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="349" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Sing a Song o' Sixpence,</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="400" height="212" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">A Pocketful of Rye;</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="400" height="199" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Baked in a Pie.</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="400" height="458" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">When the Pie was opened,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">The Birds began to sing;</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="400" height="456" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Was not that a dainty Dish</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">To set before the King?</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="453" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The King was in his Counting-house</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Counting out his Money.</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="400" height="453" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The Queen was in the Parlor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Eating Bread and Honey.</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="400" height="451" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The Maid was in the Garden,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Hanging out the Clothes;</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="350" height="297" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">There came a little Blackbird,</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="400" height="177" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And nipped off her Nose.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">But there came a Jenny Wren</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And popped it on again.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="400" height="224" alt="" /> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="HOW_SANTA_CLAUS_CAME" id="HOW_SANTA_CLAUS_CAME">HOW SANTA CLAUS CAME.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> + +<p>"Now, Don," said Rad Burnell, dolefully, "do you believe any kind of a +snow-storm could stop Santa Claus?"</p> + +<p>"From coming?"</p> + +<p>"Well, yes, that's it. I heard father tell mother 'he' couldn't get here +in time, and I know he meant something about Christmas, by the way he +looked at Petish and Molly."</p> + +<p>"Was Berry there?"</p> + +<p>"She was sound asleep in the cradle, and mother said, 'Berry won't care, +but it'll be a dispoint for the rest of 'em.'"</p> + +<p>"It's an awful snow-storm, Rad, but I guess Santa Claus'll come, for all +of that."</p> + +<p>Just a little later, Mr. Burnell said to his wife, "I'm sorry we didn't +get our things in the village, Maria; but it's too late now. Don't say +anything to the children. It'll be bad enough when it comes."</p> + +<p>Nobody else heard him, but Mrs. Burnell looked as if she wanted to cry.</p> + +<p>That was one of the whitest nights anybody in the world ever saw, for +the snow had thrown the thickest kind of a white blanket over +everything. Some of the roads were drifted level from fence to fence, +and the railroads were having a tremendous time of it. Anything so black +as a locomotive could hardly feel at home, pushing its way along through +so white a country or into so white a village as Middleville was that +Christmas-eve.</p> + +<p>It was a dreadfully long night, and Petish woke up three times, and +tried to make herself believe it was morning. The last time she heard +the great clock in the Academy steeple, on the village green, pounding +away at its task of telling what time it was.</p> + +<p>"I'll count," said Petish. +"Nine—twelve—seven—fourteen—fiveteen—six—I guess it's 'most time +to get up. Must be it's Christmas now."</p> + +<p>Just then she heard a noise in the next room, and she listened with all +her ears. First it was a rustle, and then the loudest kind of a +whisper—loud enough to have been heard in daytime.</p> + +<p>"Rad! Rad! it's just struck five. Let's take a scoot down stairs and see +about it. We can hurry right back again."</p> + +<p>"They're pulling on their stockings," said Petish. "I'll get up and pull +on mine, but I won't let them see me."</p> + +<p>She tried very hard to get up without waking Molly; but it was of no +use, for Molly's sleep had been begun at the right time, and was fairly +over now, considering that it was Christmas morning.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Petish, what are you going to do?"</p> + +<p>"'Sh! 'sh! Molly. The boys are going down stairs to look, and I'm going +too. Lie still."</p> + +<p>But Molly was two years older than Petish, and she wouldn't lie still. +She was out on the floor in a twinkling, and she made Petish wrap +herself all up in a blanket, and she pretty nearly buried her own chubby +shape in a comfortable.</p> + +<p>That was about what Rad and Don had done already, and they were now +carefully creeping down stairs in the dark.</p> + +<p>The door of the front parlor was nearest the foot of the stairs, and the +boys left it open after them when they went in, but Molly and Petish +closed it very softly and carefully the moment they were safe in the +dim, gloomy parlor. The boys were just beyond the folding-doors at that +moment, and did not see that they were followed.</p> + +<p>Berry was sound asleep in her crib, within reach of her mother, or she +would have heard her say, just then, "Oh, John, it's a dreadful +disappointment! What will those poor children do?"</p> + +<p>"Poor Petish!" said Mr. Burnell. "We can explain it to the boys, and +they can wait, and to Molly, but it'll be bad enough for any of 'em."</p> + +<p>"But Petish'll break her little heart if she finds that Santa Claus +hasn't come."</p> + +<p>"It'll be almost as much of a disappointment to Aunt Sally and Frank. I +hope they'll bring Mid with them when they come."</p> + +<p>"Of course they will."</p> + +<p>Now that had been a very long, white, beautiful, dark night, and a great +many queer things had happened in it. They are sure to, in any "night +before Christmas"; but there had been a wonderfully deep snow-storm.</p> + +<p>Away on toward morning, just when the Academy clock was trying to make +sound-asleep people hear that it was really four, a tired-out and +frosty-looking railway train came smoking and coughing up to the +platform at the village railway station.</p> + +<p>It did not stop long, but some people got out of one of the +sleeping-cars, and some baggage was tumbled out of the baggage-car, and +a sleepy man with a lantern said: "Yes, sir. Carriage yer in a minute, +sir. All right."</p> + +<p>"We don't want any carriage, my man. Take our checks, and have our +trunks brought over to Mr. Burnett's before seven o'clock. We'll walk +right there now. Come, Sally. Come along, Mid."</p> + +<p>"Frank! husband! you'll drop some of those things!"</p> + +<p>"No, I won't, Sally."</p> + +<p>"Mid, my dear boy, look out for that box; it's only pasteboard."</p> + +<p>"I'll be careful, mother. I ain't awake yet. But it takes all three of +us to Santa Claus this pile. Hope it isn't far."</p> + +<p>The cold, frosty air was fast getting Mid wide awake, and they did look, +all three of them, as if they would have done better with a sleigh and a +good team of reindeer.</p> + +<p>The distance was short, but Aunt Sally talked pretty nearly all the way.</p> + +<p>"We must do it, Frank," she said, as they drew near the gate. "I'm sure +they've given us up. We can get in. There never was any bolt on the +kitchen window, over the pump. Middleton can climb right in, and come +and open the side door for us."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but won't that be fun!" exclaimed Mid, as he hurried silently +forward.</p> + +<p>"'Sh! there, Sally," whispered Uncle Frank, as he and his portly, +merry-faced wife lugged their bundles after Mid.</p> + +<p>It was less than half a minute before they were in the kitchen. They +promptly shut the door between the dining-room—that was the +sitting-room too—and the back parlor, and then how they did work!</p> + +<p>Plenty of wood and shavings and kindlings were lying in front of the +great Franklin stove in the dining-room, and there was quickly a blazing +fire there, and in the kitchen too, and Mid insisted on lighting every +lamp and candle he could lay his hands on.</p> + +<p>Then the bundles came open, and their contents began to shine all around +the chimney and over the mantel, and even on some of the chairs.</p> + +<p>"It's too bad we haven't any of their stockings," began Aunt Sally; but +she exclaimed, the next instant: "Oh, Frank! here's Maria's work-basket, +all full of stockings. I know them. Those are Don's. There's a pair of +Rad's. Molly's. Petish. Berry's—the dear little kitten! We've got 'em."</p> + +<p>"Mother, let's set the table."</p> + +<p>"That's it. You help him do it, father. Won't we give 'em a surprise!"</p> + +<p>It was wonderful how those three did work, and not make any noise about +it, and how they did change the looks of that dining-room and kitchen +before five o'clock.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> Aunt Sally even put on the tea-kettle, and made +some coffee, and it was evident that for once Santa Claus was disposed +to be very much "at home."</p> + +<p>If they had not been drinking their coffee, perhaps they might have +heard a voice, not many minutes after five o'clock, whispering anxiously +to somebody in the back parlor, "I say, there's a light coming through +the key-hole!"</p> + +<p>"There's a rattle, too, in there."</p> + +<p>"Burglars?"</p> + +<p>"Pooh! No; it's Christmas."</p> + +<p>"Oh, boys, is Santa Claus really in there? Has he got here?"</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Petish? And Molly too? Keep still. I'm just going to open +the door a little mite of a crack, but you can all peek in."</p> + +<p>Aunt Sally's ears must have been good ones, for, carefully as Don opened +that door, and faint as was the squeak it made, she sprang suddenly +toward it.</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Maria? Hush! Don't make a sound. Not a loud noise for +anything!"</p> + +<p>"We won't, Aunt Sally. Hush-sh-sh!"</p> + +<p>Even Petish did just as she was told for once, for she was a little +scared when the great blaze of light came shining through the door as +Aunt Sally pushed it wide open.</p> + +<p>It was shut again the moment they were all in the room, and then it was +all Aunt Sally and Uncle Frank could do to keep up any kind of silence +in that merry assembly. They could not have done it at all if Aunt Sally +had not told them all: "It's a great secret. You must help us give papa +and mamma a big surprise. Now let's get breakfast for them."</p> + +<p>"Biddy went away yesterday morning," said Molly, "but I know where the +eggs are."</p> + +<p>Whatever she and Petish could not find, Don and Rad could, and Aunt +Sally was the best kind of a cook.</p> + +<p>It was nearly six o'clock when Mrs. Burnell said to her husband: "I'm +glad Berry waked up. She's all dressed now, and I can wrap her up warm."</p> + +<p>"So am I, my dear. I'll go right down with you."</p> + +<p>"Those poor children! I haven't the heart to look at them. Let's hurry +down."</p> + +<p>So they did, and Berry went down in her mother's arms, but they little +dreamed what was coming.</p> + +<p>A great shout welcomed them as they opened the door of the dining-room.</p> + +<p>"Wish you Merry Christmas."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Sally! Frank! I am so glad! But how did you get in?"</p> + +<p>"Breakfast's ready."</p> + +<p>"Christmas has come."</p> + +<p>Nobody could have described that next half-hour to have saved his life, +and Aunt Sally said she had never been so happy in all hers.</p> + +<p>"Molly," said Petish, "won't you go up stairs and bring down all our +clothes?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, children," said their mother, "you must get dressed."</p> + +<p>"Yes; and, mother," said Petish, "there was only two pairs of my +stockings in the basket, and they're both full. If Molly'll bring the +pair I had on, there's more'n enough to fill 'em."</p> + +<p>So there was, for Aunt Sally had not only bought and brought everything +Mr. and Mrs. Burnell had written to her about, but she had heaped on a +huge assortment of presents on her own account, and Petish had at least +her share, while Uncle Frank had looked out for Molly, and nobody had +forgotten Berry or any of the boys.</p> + +<p>It was quite the usual time when they got ready to eat at last, but +there was nothing of what Rad and Petish called a "dispoint" in any face +at that breakfast table.</p> + +<p>Santa Claus had come.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="MILDREDS_BARGAIN" id="MILDREDS_BARGAIN">[Begun in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 58, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</h2> + +<h3>A Story for Girls.</h3> + +<h3>BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter III</span>.</h3> + +<p>Milly's heart gave a bound, and then seemed to stand still.</p> + +<p>"Here I am," said the woman, smiling. "I've called to make you even a +better offer. You pay me fifty cents a week for that dress, and any week +you <i>can't pay</i>, why, you can return the silk, provided it's decently +clean, and I'll allow you a couple o' dollars, when I take it back, for +the making. Come, now, I don't mind throwing in the linings, and I won't +bother you for the first fortnight."</p> + +<p>Now, as you have seen, Milly had gone through just the process of +reasoning to make the peddler's words sound most alluring. The woman +read in the young girl's face an instant's doubt followed by decision, +and as quickly as possible she produced from her bag the roll of gray +silk. Mildred never quite remembered how she made that purchase, or +rather that <i>bargain</i>, for honorable purchase it certainly was not. The +shining silk and the linings were put into her hands, and before she +knew it she had signed a paper, a copy of which the peddler gave her. +The transaction only occupied a few moments. Milly tucked the silk away +in the room devoted to the bonnets and cloaks and luncheons of the +sales-women, and was in her place before she fully realized that her +longing of the day previous was granted. The morning passed heavily, and +she was well pleased when it came her turn to take thirty minutes for +lunch. But on entering the cloak-room her dismay was unbounded. Three or +four of the shop-girls were clustered about Mildred's precious parcel, +and a chorus of voices greeted her entrance.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Miss Lee. Whose do you suppose this is?"</p> + +<p>"Well, isn't this lovely?"</p> + +<p>"<i>Could</i> any one have stolen it?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Mildred, quietly, yet not without a flush on her cheeks. "It +is mine. The—person I bought it of brought it here to me to-day."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 260px;"> +<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="260" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE GIRLS DISCOVER MILDRED'S PURCHASE.</span> +</div> + +<p>"<i>Yours!</i>" exclaimed Jenny Martin, who had thrown one end of the silk +over her shoulder. "Well, that <i>is</i> pretty good on five dollars a week!"</p> + +<p>Mildred's face burned, but something in Jenny's rude words smote her +conscience, and she tried to look good-humored, while Jenny admired +herself a moment in the cracked glass, the other girls eying her as well +as Mildred with some new respect.</p> + +<p>Jenny tossed the silk from her shoulders with a little sniff, and +Mildred felt glad enough to put it away, and eat a hasty lunch. She was +doubly glad, when her working hours were over, to hurry home, carrying +her new treasure, which she had resolved not to show her mother until +the night of the party. But a surprise awaited her on her return to the +cottage. Mrs. Lee had received an invitation from a cousin in Boston to +spend a fortnight with his family, and she had already arranged with her +few pupils to avail herself of this unlooked-for holiday.</p> + +<p>All was excitement and preparation. Will, the second boy, was to go with +his mother, and instead of tea on the cozy little table there were odds +and ends of tapes, buttons, and threads, half-worn garments, and one or +two new things, while Debby, the one servant, and Mrs. Lee were both +stitching as if for a wager. They looked up with flushed faces to greet +Milly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my dear," said the mother, after explaining matters, "do sit down +and help; we are to be off to-morrow morning."</p> + +<p>Milly saw she could not hope for a moment to sew on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> the new dress until +after her mother and Will were gone, and so she entered with an earnest +good-will into assisting them, and was genuinely pleased by their +prospects of enjoyment. The next few days flew by. Once the children +were safely in bed Mildred would draw forth her work, and so by dint of +hard labor the dress was finished Monday evening. She made her toilet +rather nervously when Tuesday night came. What between her hurry after +getting home, and her anxiety to conceal her dress from Debby and her +little sister Margaret, Mildred found it difficult to enjoy the "first +wear" of the gray silk; but certainly, she thought, as she surveyed her +work in her mirror, it <i>was</i> a success. It fitted admirably, and she had +had the good taste to make it simply as became a young girl only +sixteen, though it in <i>no</i> way became a girl working hard for twenty +dollars a month. She took good care to envelop herself completely in a +water-proof cloak before Debby and little Kate saw her, and thus +equipped she started off under her brother Joe's escort for the big +house in Lane Street.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="AN_EMPTY_STOCKING" id="AN_EMPTY_STOCKING">AN EMPTY STOCKING.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. MARGARET SANGSTER.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 388px;"> +<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="388" height="500" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>I am very sure that most boys and girls will agree with me that there is +nothing in the whole year quite so delightful as taking down the +Christmas stocking. Of course it is charming to hang it up; but one +never feels the least bit sleepy on Christmas-eve, and it seems so long +to wait until morning shall come. The air is astir with excitement and +mystery, and Santa Claus is known to be hovering about waiting for eyes +to be closed, and children to go comfortably away to dream-land. +By-and-by everybody does manage to fall asleep, and then by some strange +magic the long, limp stockings are crammed with toys, books, bonbons, +tools, dolls, and skates, or lovely ribbons, laces, watches, and gems. +How beautifully they bulge out, every inch of room packed, while the +overflow, which could not possibly be forced into any stocking, is piled +temptingly on the tables and chairs.</p> + +<p>Now look at this poor little girl who hung up her stocking on +Christmas-eve, hoping that the good Santa Claus would come down the +chimney and put something nice in it. She was afraid he would forget +her, and still she hoped that maybe he might bring just one dolly, and +slip it away down into the toe, where she would find it, and be, oh! so +glad. Little Jennie is used to being cold and hungry, and does not mind +a great many privations which more fortunate children never have to +endure. She can sweep crossings in old shoes, and wear a ragged shawl, +without envying girls who are wrapped in soft furs. These merry holidays +have not made her envious; and yet when Florence and Susie and Mabel +have flitted by on the street, their arms full of parcels, and their +fathers and mothers buying them every beautiful thing that the shop +windows show, she has wished and wished that <i>she</i> might have just one +dolly—only one. So, thinking that maybe if she hung up her stocking her +desire would be granted, she did so on Christmas-eve, and went to bed +that night without minding the cold. The stocking hung where she placed +it. Nobody came down the chimney, or up the stairs, or in at the door. +Her mother was so tired and discouraged that she took no notice of +Jennie's stocking, and if she had, it is doubtful whether she could have +found a gift to gladden the child.</p> + +<p>Sometimes little girls like Jennie have parents who are not kind and +good like yours, because they love liquor and spend their earnings to +procure that. There are plenty of empty stockings on Christmas in homes +where fathers and mothers are drunkards.</p> + +<p>Little Jennie looks very forlorn holding her empty stocking in her hand. +The picture is a shadow on the gayety of this festive time, but it is +inserted in the New-Year's number of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, that some of +the readers may be prompted to think what they can do to send pleasures +to little ones whose lives are seldom gay.</p> + +<p>A very large part of your Christmas happiness came from the gifts you +bestowed as well as from those you received. It was not a selfish +festival in homes where brothers and sisters exchanged love-tokens; and +the weeks you spent in making pretty presents with your own hands,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> in +saving your pocket-money, and in planning to surprise your dear ones, +were very happy weeks indeed. Now I have something to propose, which you +need not wait a whole year to carry out. You know there are Flower +Missions and Fruit Missions, which send flowers and fruit to the homes +of the sick poor. Why should there not be a Toy Mission too? Most of you +have a dolly, or two, or three, perhaps, which you could spare, and some +of you have books you have read, and playthings which you have outgrown, +which would make poor children wild with joy. Some of the Sunday-schools +have tried this way of keeping Christmas, and have brought their gifts +to be distributed among the poor. And some of the benevolent enterprises +of the city send out holiday bags, to be filled and returned with all +sorts of necessary things. A Toy Mission would be a little different +from these, and with a little help from and organization by older +brothers and sisters, it could be easily put into operation. The city +missionaries and Bible-readers can tell just where there are children +like Jennie in the picture, and some of the express companies willingly +carry packages and parcels of the kind I mean, free of charge.</p> + +<p>The House of the Good Shepherd, Tompkin's Cove, New York, has for +several years sent cute-looking cloth bags to its friends, with the +request that they be filled with gifts for its inmates. One Christmas +season the children of the Wilson Industrial School of this city +undertook to fill one of these, and their teacher told me it was very +touching to see the eagerness and generosity with which they, so poor +themselves, brought their carefully kept and mended treasures to send to +the "poor children who had no friends to love them."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="600" height="257" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Once more we wish a very Happy New Year to all our young friends. We +have done our best to make the past year brighter to them, and they have +made it very pleasant for us by their constant and hearty expressions of +pleasure and approval.</p> + +<p>Christmas is past. How many of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> remembered to +make some poor child happy on Christmas-day? If some of them were too +much occupied with their own sparkling Christmas trees to think of the +friendless and homeless little ones all around them, we beg them to stop +now and remember that they can not begin the new year better than by +bringing a smile to some sad, wan little face. There are poor children +everywhere, in the streets, in hospitals, in wretched and desolate +homes, over whose young life poverty and misfortune have thrown a heavy +cloud. It must always be remembered that their suffering arises from no +fault of their own, and those to whom fortune has been more generous +should never forget to help from their abundance the little ones toward +whom the world has turned a cold and unkind face. Now if every reader of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> would give some little thing, if it be only a bunch of +flowers or evergreen, how many poor little faces might be made brighter +on New-Year's morning! A few oranges, or a picture-book, will make a +sick, friendless child happy. Those of you who live near together, and +have your "<span class="smcap">Young People</span> Clubs," which you write so prettily about, can +have a meeting, and fill baskets with playthings you do not need. Mamma +will help you buy some oranges, and perhaps a warm scarf or pair of +stockings, and she will advise you, too, of the best way to dispose of +them. Every one of you can do something, and in that way you will bring +to yourself, as well as to others, a real Happy New Year.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I read all of the letters in the Post-office Box, and I like them, +and I like all of the stories. Sometimes I miss my paper, and I +feel very sorry, and sometimes I bring it home and lay it on the +table, and my younger brother takes it and leaves it on the floor; +then the baby gets it and tears it. That does not please me. My +papa is an editor. I have three brothers and two sisters. I am ten +years old.</p> + +<p>There are two rivers here, the Assiniboine and the Red. They are +very muddy rivers, and it is hard to learn to swim in them. Every +spring somebody has been drowned. The banks of the Assiniboine are +undermined. It is awfully cold up here in the winter.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry L</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louisville, Kentucky</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am nine years old. I do love to read <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and can hardly +wait for papa to bring it home.</p> + +<p>I went to Texas to see my relations, and we brought home a horned +frog. It never ate anything. We staked a pen for it in the back +yard, but it died.</p> + +<p>My papa and my uncles went hunting on the big prairie, and camped +out. Uncle Tom killed a striped catamount, and gave me the skin to +make a soft rug. Uncle Will killed two deer, and papa shot one, +but it got away. It is very warm in Texas, and at Galveston there +are lots of oysters.</p> + +<p>Mamma has promised to have my <span class="smcap">Young People</span> bound for my birthday +gift.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Minnie L. C</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Plymouth, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I like it very much. We have it in school +to read instead of a reader.</p> + +<p>I live within one hundred yards of the rock where the Pilgrims +landed.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. F. S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Harlem, New York.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Dear "<span class="smcap">Young People</span>,"—I have been one of your subscribers ever +since you were born, and I enjoy your company very much. I have a +large family to look after, but when I get all my children to +sleep, I take the time left me to read. My family consists of Dolly +Varden, Betsy, Daisy, and Pearl, who are all little girls, and +Sambo, who is the porter, and does all the work. I have my little +dog Tip to watch the house when I go out, and see that no strangers +disturb anything during my absence. Another important member of my +family is my pussy cat Sam. He is just as old as I am (eleven +years), and begins to be rather cross. He and Tip sometimes have +little spats, but I soon settle them, and make them be good friends +again.</p> + +<p>After school closed this summer I went to the country, where I had +splendid times. I fed the chickens several times during the day, +and I got some of them so tame they would eat out of my hands. +Then I had a little bit of a pig, which I picked from a whole +litter, and made a pet of him.</p> + +<p>We had a large dog that did the churning, but he did not like it +one bit. When the churn was being prepared for him to work, he +would whine and cry like a baby.</p> + +<p>When my papa came he made us a kite, which we raised real high. +Some of the birds were frightened at it, and others would fly +right up and peck at it to see what it was. It made us laugh to +see how the birds acted.</p> + +<p>For my birthday my papa sent me a set of archery, which we placed +on the lawn at the side of the house, and we enjoyed shooting at +the target ever so much. I can shoot real good now.</p> + +<p>I have a great deal to do, so will close my letter by telling you +that I am home again, and going to school. I also attend +Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to practice, so I am very +busy.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Irene M. N</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We are two dolls. Our mamma is a dear little black-eyed girl almost +ten years old, named Jennie. She is a good deal like Bessie +Maynard, and loves us as much as Bessie loves her doll Clytie. We +used to live in Nevada, but last summer we came to live in Central +City, Colorado. We all like <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and the Post-office Box +in particular.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Minnie</span> and <span class="smcap">Joe McG</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We have had this dear little paper ever since it was published. +Mamma is very glad to have it, for she is very particular about our +reading. I always spend the evening after it comes reading it to my +little brother Regie, who is eight years old. I am fourteen. My +father died when I was seven.</p> + +<p>Santa Cruz is a pretty town, and has good schools, both public and +private. We have roses all the year, as our winter is only a +succession of pleasant rains with warm sunny days between, like +spring in the Eastern States.</p> + +<p>The town is near the mouth of the broad, beautiful bay of +Monterey, so that we can see out into the Pacific Ocean. We have +grand times on the beach when the tide is low, searching for +shells and the beautiful sea-weeds. The lady principal of a school +here teaches us all about shells and algæ, or sea-plants, and we +learn to name and classify them. I wish all the young people who +write about aquaria could see mine. I have hundreds of them in the +rocks by the sea in holes worn by the waves, from the size of a +wooden bucket to that of a large deep barrel. They are round, and +the walls are covered with limpets of all sizes, star-fish of +different colors, bright purple sea-urchins, and lovely pale green +and pink sea-anemones, which wave their petals in search of food. +Bright-hued crabs, fish, and creatures of which I have not yet +learned the name, move in the water. Every part is covered with +some form of life capable of motion, and with all kinds of +sea-plants.</p> + +<p>I would like to exchange shells and pressed sea-plants for other +shells, Lake Superior agates, or other small mineral specimens. I +would like to have everything clearly marked, and I will in return +name and classify the shells.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Bowman</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Santa Cruz, California.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>We print the following note in reply to many inquiries in regard to +postage-stamp catalogues, etc.:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>If any reader of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> will write to me on matters connected +with stamps which can not well be published, inclosing stamp for +reply, I shall be happy to answer him.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Joseph J. Casey</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 1696, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Several of us have organized a club for the exchange of minerals. +We call it the American Mineralogical Club. We shall be glad to +have any of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> join us if they are willing +to conform to the rules, which can be had upon application to the +secretary.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George Davies</span>, P. O. Box 80,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Pottstown, Montgomery County, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The following exchanges are offered by correspondents:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Iron ore from Spain, Ireland, England, and different sections of +the United States, for good specimens of copper or zinc.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie S. Shaffer</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">20 North Second Street, Harrisburg, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Miss Agnes McMurdy</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Mrs. R. M. Beckwith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Palmyra, Wayne Co., N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>United States Department stamps, or pieces of the Washington +Monument, for coins, minerals, or foreign stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Lowell</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">830 Twentieth Street, Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>The Bavarian doctor mentioned in "The Story of the Boy-General," in +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 57, who tried to rescue Lafayette from the Olmütz +prison, was Justus Erick Bollman, my uncle.</p> + +<p>If any reader of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> will send me a Greek or a Danish +postage stamp, or two kinds of stamps from South America, I will +send in return an Indian arrow-head, or I will exchange Indian +pottery for any foreign stamps except English.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. H. Bollman</span>, Monongahela City,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Washington County, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I would like to exchange ocean curiosities for a genuine Indian bow +five feet long—not a bow like those Indians sell here in +Massachusetts, but a good one that will shoot. I should like two or +three arrows with it.</p> + +<p>In answer to Carrie V. D.'s question I would say that it is not +necessary to change the water in the carrot hanging basket, but +only to refill it when the water dries away.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Daniel D. Lee</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Myrtle Street, Jamaica Plains, Suffolk Co., Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A stone from New York State for one from any other State, or +Canada. Postmarks for stamps, minerals, birds' eggs, or Indian +relics. Five postmarks for every bird's egg.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">William Porter Chapman, Jun</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Norwich, Chenango County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps from Europe, Asia, and other countries, for others.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Loyal Durand</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">591 Cass Street, Milwaukee, Wis.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">H. D</span>. and <span class="smcap">R. B. Hall</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">39 Highland Street, Roxbury, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Freddie W. Allree</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">26 Cedar Avenue, Allegheny, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps for Navy, Interior, and Agricultural +Department stamps, and stamps from Newfoundland.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willis Bishop</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">20 Gold Street, Chicago, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A white metal copy of the ancient Jewish shekel for an old coin or +a handsome shell.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Libbie</span> and <span class="smcap">Mattie Penick</span>, St. Joseph, Mo.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps for minerals or Indian relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">William H. Rhees</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">1317 Eleventh Street, N.W., Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs and Indian relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Roscoe S. Nickerson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Klamath Agency, Oregon.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Southern moss, specimens of sulphur, and some United States stamps +for foreign stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Clarence Marsh</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">2217 Calumet Avenue, Chicago, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Curiosities and specimens of all kinds.</p></blockquote> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">L. E. Walker</span>, care of H. W. Walker,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Lock Box 316, Lansing, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Sea-weed, or pieces of the stone of which the new Capitol at Albany +is built, for curiosities of any kind.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie L. Widdemer</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">99 Madison Avenue, Albany, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>United States Department stamps, or pieces of stone from the new +War and Navy Department buildings, or from the Washington Monument +now being finished, for shells, foreign stamps, or any curiosity.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Horace D. Goodall</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">826 Twentieth Street, N.W., Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles Swabey</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Autographs of renowned men and women.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. J. Otterbourg</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">128 East Seventieth Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals from the mines of Colorado for ocean curiosities or +postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louis M. Gross</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Abel Brothers, Denver, Colorado.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A Canadian postmark and a Centennial three-cent stamp for a German +postage stamp.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Arthur Frost</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of D. H. Frost, Belle Plaine, Iowa.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty-five postmarks for five stamps. No duplicates.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Nellie V</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">343 Fifth Avenue, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs for other eggs; or a rock from every State in the Union +and from several foreign countries for twenty different kinds of +eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">W. Bostwick</span>, Care of John C. Remington,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank M. Richards</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Farmington, Maine.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals and fossils for shells and minerals. A good specimen of +copper ore especially desired.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bartas W. Jay</span>, Emporia, Kansas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps for birds' eggs, coins, or minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Wennie Holmes</span>, Bay City, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">J. T. M</span>.—See answer to Ida B. D., in Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +No. 51.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Henry A. Blakesley, Harry F. Haines, E. A. De Lima, and many Others</span>.—We +are sorry not to print your requests for exchange, but that department +of our Post-office Box is so very crowded that we can not give space to +addresses which have been already<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> published, unless the exchange +offered is of some new article. Neither can we attend to irregularities +between exchanges, which arise in almost every instance from +carelessness, or failure to give a proper address. We know of no remedy +for those who fail to receive answers to their letters except to +continue sending reminders to the delinquent correspondent. A great many +boys and girls write to us that they receive so many letters, they can +not answer them all promptly, as they are going to school, and very busy +with studies, but that they will surely answer them in time. We hope +they will not forget this promise, as a letter should always be +acknowledged.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">P. I. G</span>.—The rudder of the ice-boat is not fastened. The rudder-post +runs up through the keelson, which rests on an iron pin driven through +the post just above the rudder. The runner irons are sharp.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Alfred C. T</span>.—The directions you require are in preparation, and will +appear in an early number of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil X</span>.—There is no limit to the age of our contributors, but we would +advise you to wait until you are a little older before you try to write +a story.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harry Olmstead, W. F., and E. N. High</span>.—There are so many kinds of +printing-presses for boys that the best thing for you to do is to notice +the advertisements which are in all newspapers, and send to different +manufacturers for catalogues, from which you can make your selection.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">George C. D</span>.—Dr. Kane penetrated to 81° 22' north latitude; but in 1827 +the English navigator Sir Edward Parry reached 82° 45' N., and in 1861 +Dr. Hayes reached the same latitude. Captain Hall has also penetrated +nearly as far north. In February, 1854, in about 78° N., Dr. Kane +experienced the unexampled temperature of -68°, or 100° below +freezing-point, and a still lower degree has been recorded by more +recent navigators.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">B. G. G</span>.—Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego are the most southern permanent +abodes of man.—Read Dana's <i>Geology</i>, and you will learn all about the +formation of the earth. If you find it difficult to understand, ask your +teacher to explain it to you.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Elmer. A</span>.—The Seven Wonders of the World are generally given as +follows: the Colossus of Rhodes, Diana's Temple at Ephesus, the +Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, the Pyramids, the Pharos at Alexandria, the +Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Olympian Zeus.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">G. H. Elder, Theodore Henneman, J. B. Whitlock, and Others</span>.—We would +gladly assist you to begin a collection of postage stamps, but it is +against our rules to give up space to the exchanges you propose.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lewis D</span>.—Prescott's <i>History of Ferdinand and Isabella</i> and Abbott's +<i>Romance of Spanish History</i> are good books for you to read.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from Alice M. H., Edna E. Harris, Paul Gray, E. H. +Shuster, Joseph A. Unruh, Lorena C. Emrich, R. Poe Smith, Harry and +Richard Bellam, W. K. M., L. C., Edmund H. B., Fred Dierking, Florence +McClure, Margaretta Mott, Wina James, Edgar E. Hyde, Nellie A. Robson, +Grace A. Hood, Etta B. Easton, Arthur McCain, Vina E. B., Fred B., +Bertram and Leroy S., Alice Ward, Melvin Rosenthal, A. V. H., Johnnie E., +Sarah A. W., Eva L. M., Clayton B., W. Hoey, Jun., Martha M. I., Pet +Wilcox, Gertrude and Albert F., C. Arnold, Frank Durston, Grace T. +Lyman, H. L. Van Norman, Marion P. Wiggin.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from J. F. W., John N. Howe, T. M. +Armstrong, M. P. Randolph, Charles Gaylor, Nellie V. Brainard, Cal I. +Forny, Bessie C. Morris, Walter P. Hiles, Blanche Anderson, Marie Doyle, +Isobel Jacob, S. Birdie Dorman, William and Mary Tiddy, Emma Radford, W. H. +Wolford, The Dawley Boys, "Lone Star," Willie F. Woolard, A. C. +Chapin, George Hayward, John Ogburn.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h2>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h2> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In cream, not in milk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In chintz, not in silk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In time, not in late.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In pencil, not in slate.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In atlas, not in book.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In sight, not in look.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In love, not in pity.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole an American city.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Walter</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE.</h3> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A city in Great Britain. A country in Europe. A group of peaks in +the Pyrenees. A river in Asia. A range of mountains in Asia. A +river in Ireland. A letter. A river in England. A peak in the +Northwestern United States. A city in England founded by Ine, the +West Saxon King. A river in British America. A river in Asia. A +town and county in California. Centrals read downward spell the +name of a large sea.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Marie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">First in mouse, not in rat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Second in dog, not in cat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Third in house, not in lot.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Fourth in can, not in pot.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Fifth in owl, not in hawk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Sixth in flower, not in stalk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">A famous city am I;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">You'll guess me if you try.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Hermie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARES.</h3> + +<blockquote> + +<p>1. First, a package. Second, certain animals. Third, to jump. +Fourth, to perceive.</p> + +<p>2. First, something that once laid in a famous house. Second, a +space. Third, a Shakspearean character. Fourth, sour.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. I. F</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>3. First, the resting-place of an army. Second, an Asiatic sea. +Third, a companion. Fourth, an argument.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>4. First, a picture. Second, something which often causes pain, and +yet no one likes to part with. Third, a river in Transylvania. +Fourth, passageways. Fifth, to efface.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Annie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h2>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 57.</h2> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<p>United, untied. Cavern, craven. German, manger. Grandee, derange. +Neuter, tureen. Garnets, strange. Cruel, lucre. Derange, angered. +Master, stream.</p> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<p class="center">1. Partridge. 2. Woodchuck.</p> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">H</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">H</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">L</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">P</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">P</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">D</td><td align="center">D</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<p class="center">Nightingale.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h2>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 58.</h2> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">N</td><td align="center">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">M</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">P</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">P</td><td align="center">I</td><td align="center">C</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<p class="center">Possunt quia posse videntur.</p> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">Atlantic Ocean.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG READERS.</h2> + +<p><i>Drifting Round the World</i><a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> is a handsomely bound and illustrated +volume containing the adventures of a boy by sea and land. The countries +he traverses are those not often described in books of boyish travel. +Starting in a Cape Ann fishing schooner for Greenland, he is shipwrecked +on the coast of Labrador, contrives to reach Iceland, passes through +marvellous adventures in Russia and Siberia, sails for Alaska, and at +length reaches home by the overland route from San Francisco. The +strange countries through which Robert, the hero of this book, travels +are graphically described, and a great deal of information is conveyed +in a form especially delightful to boy readers.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>A large number Of the new holiday books for little folks combine +amusement with instruction of one kind or another. A very interesting +volume, prettily bound and profusely illustrated with portraits and +other engravings, is <i>The Story of the United States Navy</i>,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> by Mr. +Lossing, who has devoted many years to the study of American history, +and whose works on that subject are popular with readers of all ages. +The present volume, the substance of which has appeared in the columns +of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, is written especially for boys, and contains +many stirring accounts of famous naval engagements, of historical war +vessels, and of celebrated men whose heroic deeds add glory to the +history of our country. No better reading than is contained in this book +can be found for boys, as, while it is of absorbing interest, it tells +the story of many noble men whose example can not fail to awaken +patriotism and a desire to attain true manhood in the minds of American +boys in whose hands lies the future history of the United States.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Children will always ask questions, and their natural inquisitiveness +often goes beyond the knowledge of their elders. For this reason +parents, as well as the youthful questioners, will extend a hearty +welcome to <i>The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places</i>,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> which +contains full information of all celebrated localities, and many +biographical notices of important personages of every period. This +volume, together with <i>The Cyclopædia of Common Things</i>, by the same +author, published a year ago, forms a library in which inquisitive +little folks will find answers to their most ingenious questions.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Boys and girls who are forming social clubs, which they wish to make +instructive as well as amusing, and yet are not sure of the best course +to follow, should provide themselves with <i>Stories of the Sea</i>,<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> which +they will find an excellent model. The book itself is very interesting. +A party of bright young people, with an older head to guide them, meet +together for Saturday afternoon talks on subjects connected with the +history of the seas. Libraries are explored for accounts of famous +navigators and naval heroes, and interesting readings are given from the +works of Navarrete (who wrote of the voyages of Columbus), Sir Walter +Raleigh, Southey, and other authors. These extracts are so fascinating +that young readers are pretty sure to hunt up the books from which they +are taken, in order to learn the whole of the story. Books like this do +more toward cultivating a taste for good reading than volumes of advice.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>A delightful little book of American natural history is <i>Friends Worth +Knowing</i>,<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> which takes its young readers in search of snails of all +kinds, into the fields and woods to find wild mice and birds, over the +plains after buffalo, and tells them many curious things about the +habits of different animals. Interesting illustrations and an attractive +cover add to the value of this book for a pretty and cheap holiday +present.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Another charming book of travel, if a summer excursion may be so called, +is <i>Aboard the Mavis</i>,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> in which a merry party of boys and girls +cruise around the eastern end of Long Island Sound in a yacht, making +occasional landings, and learning much about the early history of that +portion of the country. This book is profusely illustrated and +beautifully bound, and is an elegant holiday present for any girl or +boy.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>For very little children nothing is prettier or more attractive than the +Christmas number of <i>Our Little Ones</i>, a monthly magazine edited by +"Oliver Optic," and published by the Russell Publishing Company, of +Boston.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span>, 4 cents; <span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, one year, $1.50; <span class="smcap">Five +Subscriptions</span>, one year, $7.00—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>.</p> + +<p>The Volumes of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> commence with the first Number in +November of each year.</p> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by <span class="smcap">Post-Office Money-Order or Draft</span>, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<p>Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;"> +<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="398" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">NEW-YEAR'S MORNING (PUSSY IN A MASK).<br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Charley</span> (<i>under bed, to Tommy ditto</i>). "D-d-don't b-be fr-frightened, +T-T-Tommy, I-I-I-I'm h-h-here."</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="NEW-YEARS" id="NEW-YEARS">NEW-YEAR'S.</a></h2> + +<p>New-Year's presents and visits originated with the Romans, and their +gifts were symbolic. They were dried figs, dates, and honey, emblematic +of the sweetness of the auspices under which the year should begin its +course, and a small piece of money called stips, which foreboded riches.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="SPOONS" id="SPOONS">SPOONS.</a></h2> + +<h3>A NEW GAME FROM THE GERMAN.</h3> + +<h3>BY G. B. BARTLETT.</h3> + +<p>A very funny new game has come to us from our German cousins, with the +odd title of Spoons, which is played as follows: One person takes his +stand in the centre of the room, with a handkerchief tied over his eyes, +and his hands extended before him, in each of which he holds a large +table-spoon. The other players march around him in single file, clapping +their hands in time to a tune which may be sung or played upon a piano +in any slow measure suitable for marching. When the blinded player calls +out "Spoons," all the others stop at once, and turn their faces toward +him. He then finds his way to any player that he can, and must ascertain +who he is by touching him with the spoons only, which he may use as he +pleases. If he guesses right, the person he has caught is obliged to +take his place in the centre. If he is wrong, he must try until he +succeeds, which it is easy to do with a little practice, especially if +the one who is caught joins in the universal laughter.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>An old gentleman in Vienna, who was afraid of leaving his money in a +bank, two years ago concealed his savings, in the shape of twenty 1000 +florin notes, in a cupboard in his cellar. Last week it occurred to him +to go and see how his treasure was going on; but on doing this he +discovered, to his horror, that the mice had been making free with it, +and that only a small heap of fluffy dust remained of all his wealth. +The grief caused by this discovery was so great that the poor old man +threw himself out of his bedroom window, and broke his neck. Another +story is told of a lady who hid her property, consisting of a number of +United States greenbacks, in a satchel in her cupboard. She also, after +a time, found that a mouse had devoured part of the notes, and had used +the rest to line its nest; but in this case the meal had evidently +disagreed with the enterprising mouse, for it was lying dead in its +nest, the fact being that the arsenic which had been used to give the +green color to the notes had caused its death. In these days, when money +can easily and safely be deposited in savings-banks, it is very foolish +to hide it in holes and corners where it is liable to be lost.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHARADE" id="CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY H.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Mighty and cruel and strong is my first,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Beautiful too to behold;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But oh! it is false. Of traitors the worst,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Luring the hardy and bold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Tranquil and lovely it smiles in your face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then drags you to death in its wild embrace.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Feeble and weak is my second—a cry</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Uttered by young, tender things;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Lovely to look at, they too may prove sly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Darting with sudden, fierce springs;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Though never a smile plays over their face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">They <i>too</i> drag to death in a wild embrace.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Found is my whole where the wild waters roar—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Old Ocean nurtures its race—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Where beat the waves on the rocky shore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Looking the wind in the face.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Happy, contented, my whole will play</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In the gale and the storm the live-long day.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 281px;"> +<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="281" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">RECEIVING CALLS IN THE NURSERY.</span> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<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> <i>Drifting Round the World</i>. By Captain <span class="smcap">C. W. Hall</span>. +Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 372. Boston: Lee & Shepard. New York: Charles T. +Dillingham.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <i>The Story of the United States Navy</i>. By <span class="smcap">Benson J. +Lossing</span>, LL.D. Illustrated. 12mo, pp. 418. New York: Harper & Brothers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <i>The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places</i>. By +<span class="smcap">John D. Champlin</span>, Jun. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 936. New York: Henry Holt & +Co.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <i>Stories of the Sea</i>. By <span class="smcap">E. E. Hale</span>. 8vo, pp. 302. Boston: +Roberts Brothers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <i>Friends Worth Knowing</i>. By <span class="smcap">Ernest Ingersoll</span>. Illustrated. +Sq. 16mo, pp. 258. New York: Harper & Brothers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <i>Aboard the Mavis</i>. By <span class="smcap">Richard Markham</span>. Illustrated. 8vo, +pp. 240. 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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 www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, December 28, 1880 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 5, 2014 [EBook #44596] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 28, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 61. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, December 28, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: THE FIRST NEW-YEAR'S CALL.--SEE NEXT PAGE.] + +A HAPPY NEW YEAR. + + +On the first page of this New-Year's number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE is +a picture of the first New-Year's call of the season, which is one made +at the door of every house in the land just as the clock strikes twelve +on New-Year's Eve. + +The little fur-clad figure knocking for admittance is that of New Year +himself, Master Eighteen Eighty-One, laden with promises and good wishes +that will, we hope, insure him a warm welcome from the sleepy watchers +within the cozy room to which he seeks to enter. Even Miss Dolly, whom +the children have left on the cricket in the corner to watch the old +year out and the new one in, and who does not look at all sleepy, will +welcome the little stranger in her own way, and he will quickly be made +to feel at home. + +Now watch for him, dear children; he will surely come to every door, and +when he arrives, welcome him warmly, and make up your minds to do +everything in your power to make him the very happiest New Year that +ever was. + + + + +"PRINCE CHARLIE." + +BY KATHERINE KAMERON. + + +Christmas was over. The twins, Allan and Jessie, had romped and played +away the whole delightful day, in doors and out. + +Wonderful to tell, they had wearied of all the pretty new toys, and +found an end to play. After tea they sat quietly in the fire-glow, +talking with mamma about the beautiful new picture that was her gift to +them. It was a charming group of gayly dressed children--little Princes +and a Princess, the children of the unhappy King Charles I. of England. +The tallest was a handsome boy, in a suit of scarlet velvet, with a +broad collar of rich old lace. He held by the hand a tiny tot, in a +frilled cap and a dress of blue silk, who timidly clung to the +protecting arm of his big brother. The third was a quaint little damsel +in a robe of creamy satin, standing with her dainty hands demurely +folded before her. Her long stately dress touched the floor with its +border of Vandyck points, and her small head was curiously dressed in a +by-gone courtly fashion. About her pretty throat was a necklace of +costly pearls, and she looked the perfect model of a tiny old-time lady +of high degree. A pair of graceful spaniels crouched at the feet of the +children, and behind them was a curtain of some rich foreign stuff. The +fire-light flashed on the sweet young faces and shining auburn hair, +touching the waves and curls, while the shadows danced and nickered +until it seemed to Allan that the bright eyes smiled back to him as he +looked up. It was like a pleasant dream, and Allan's blue eyes grew +slowly dim and dimmer. Jessie's eyelids had been drooping from the time +mamma began to tell about the royal children, and directly the twins +were fast asleep. Papa came in, and mamma laughed with him at the effect +of her story, and then the little sleepers were playfully shaken until +they were wide awake enough to walk up stairs. + +There was a sleepy good-night kiss all around, a double "Now I lay me," +and two heads nestled down on two soft pillows, and the long delightful +Christmas-day was quite gone. + +In almost no time Allan felt a hand on his shoulder, and a voice said, +softly, "Allan, Allan, wake up, my man, and come and show me about the +things." + +Allan turned over, rubbed his dazed eyes, and then jumped straight up in +bed, winking and blinking in wonder at what he saw. Standing beside his +bed was a handsome lad, about his own size, in a scarlet velvet suit. +The stranger was laughing merrily at his surprise, as he spoke again: +"My good fellow, don't sit staring at me, but put on your doublet and +the rest, and come on. We have not long to stay." At this, Allan glanced +through the open door of Jessie's room, and there by her bed he saw in +the moonlight the dainty little dame in the trailing satin. She was +whispering to Jessie. In an instant the visitors vanished hand in hand +through the doorway, and the children heard their soft footfalls on the +stairway. "Prince Charlie! Princess Mary!" was all they said, but they +fairly danced into their clothes, and then ran quickly down to the +library; and when the door opened, what a strange sight met their +astonished eyes! There was a famous fire in the grate, and by the bright +blaze they saw Prince Charlie mounted, on the new velocipede, tugging at +the bridle, and cracking his whip until it snapped again, but the queer +steed moved not a pace. The little Princess sat holding +Nannette--Jessie's French doll--speechless with delight. She turned the +pretty head from side to side, she moved the arms and feet, she examined +the tiny kid boots with their high heels. Then she admired the long +gloves with no end of buttons, and the scrap of a bonnet, made of shreds +of flower and feather in a wonderful way, and perched on a high tower of +fluffy flossy hair. + +"Do you like it, Princess Mary?" asked Jessie, most respectfully. + +"Oh, it is bonny," was the answer; "so much prettier than any I ever +saw. Is your father a great King, and does he have such wonderful dolls +made for you?" she asked. + +"Oh, dear me, no, Princess," said Jessie, hastily, and wanting very much +to laugh. "My father is a great doctor, though. We have no Kings in our +country." + +"No Kings!" echoed the little lady, incredulously. "Who reigns, then? +But do not say Princess every time; call me Mary. We must go back so +soon, and I have a hundred questions to ask about so many strange +things. We are very tired of looking at them from up there," glancing at +the picture. + +"Indeed, we have longed to get down close by you ever since we came," +exclaimed the Prince. "I am sure you saw us smile at you last evening," +he added. + +"So I was right," cried Allan, joyfully. "I thought so;" and looking up +to the picture, he saw the pretty spaniels quite alone against the rich +drapery. They were huddled together in a lonely way, a silky heap of +noses and paws. At Prince Charlie's voice one of them threw up his head +for a dismal howl, but at a sign from his young master he patiently +curled down to wait. + +The Princess missed Jamie, and turned to look for him. There, in a +corner on the floor, sat the baby Duke, in his sky-blue silk, dancing +Jessie's droll Japanese "Ning-Ping" until the limp arms and legs fairly +flew. He stopped a moment to look into the narrow sleepy eyes, and to +touch the long braid that hung down behind, and the stiff little fringe, +like a brush, on top of the queer head, and then again the legs and arms +rattled a tune, while Jamie's round, solemn eyes seemed not even to +wink, so intent and wondering was his look. In the mean time his stately +sister held Nannette close in her arms, as she moved about, looking, +listening, and questioning. + +Just then Jamie called, softly, "Charlie! Charlie! Mary! come and see." + +The little fellow had found a box of jointed wooden animals and people. +He was twisting the legs and arms and paws and wings into all manner of +shapes, and then standing up the funny wry shapes, and laughing in high +glee. + +Allan noticed how quietly they all spoke and moved. Even when they +laughed heartily, or called out, they did not make any loud noise. He +wondered if it was being pictures so long had made them so still. + +Presently Jessie took her lacquered box, full of small treasures, from +the table to the sofa, where the two girls cozily seated themselves. All +of the simple, pretty things seemed equally new and curious to the +little stranger. Jessie tried to have the Princess Mary keep a few +trifles which she seemed most to admire, but in vain; she only drew up +her small quaint figure, and said, quietly, "A Princess may not accept +gifts." Somehow, although she smiled graciously, this little speech +troubled Jessie, who feared she had been rude, although she did not in +the least know how. + +Duke Jamie had in the mean time wearied of his wooden people, and went +wandering about in his baby fashion, but never for a moment dropping +Ning-Ping. Just then he spied his brother careering around on the +velocipede, having learned from Allan how to manage it. Of course Jamie +cried for a ride, and fortunately got it. While the Prince was whirling +round, Allan had wound up his engine with the long train of passenger +coaches, and sent it spinning across the floor in front of the fire. In +a twinkling Prince Charlie jumped down to see the new wonder. The +Princess at once lifted Jamie astride of the strange steed, and with one +arm about him, walked in a motherly way by his side, pushing the curious +vehicle. + +"What is this long carriage?" asked young Royalty. + +"Only a steam-engine and train of cars," was the reply. + +"But where is the steam?" said the Prince. + +"Oh, there is none here; this goes by wheels, like a clock; but the real +cars that we travel on run by steam." + +The long train began to creep slowly, and the wheels whirred and buzzed +a little in running down. Allan handed the key to his guest, and Prince +Charlie wound it up with a zest, and watched it awhile; then he turned +to Allan with, "I say, how do they run by steam?" + +"Why, the steam is made by the fire under the engine boiler, like a big +tea-kettle," explained Allan, carefully, and feeling like a professor; +"this turns the engine wheels somehow, and the cars being all fast to +it, they go like lightning almost." + +He soon bethought himself of his little engine, and in a few minutes it +was steaming up, with the piston-rod pumping and the wheels whizzing, +and the Prince quite lost in wonder. It was a very novel and pleasant +sensation to know so much more than a royal Prince, and Allan enjoyed it +hugely. Looking about him for new marvels, he chanced on his +printing-press. The fire-light was dying out, and it was too dark for +type-setting, so he quickly struck a match and lighted the gas jet. When +he turned, his guests stood stupefied and open-mouthed with most unroyal +amazement. + +The Prince gasped out, "Sister, did you see him set fire to a hole? +Surely he did it, and with a dry splinter." + +The Princess turned quite pale. "Are the walls full of fire?" she asked, +anxiously, hugging baby Jamie closely. + +This was, indeed, like magic to the royal pair, and, truth to tell, the +young magician was nearly as much at a loss to explain the phenomenon. + +"It is gas, only gas," said Allan. + +"And what in the name of all the saints is this gas?" returned the +Prince. + +"Oh, something that is made from coal, and runs in tubes in the wall, +and burns in the air like oil," said Allan. "It is not loose; it can not +get out of the tubes. It is quite safe," he assured the frightened +Princess, "and the dry splinter has something on the tip--phosphorus, I +think--that fires when it is scraped." Thus re-assured, the royal pair +amused themselves for some time drawing matches, quite like common +children. After this Allan introduced his treadle press, and soon the +boys were deep in the mysteries of type-setting, inking, and taking +impressions. The Prince wondered greatly at a printing-press for a boy's +pastime, and still more to see it revolve so rapidly. + +"I once went," he said, "to see them print our London weekly. They had +no treadle, for the press was worked by hand; but then they had famous +printers there, and plenty of them, you see, and could send out a +thousand papers in a day," and he looked to Allan for admiration. + +"That was doing very well," was the calm response; "but with a treadle I +could work off about twice as many myself. In our country we use steam +to drive every sort of machine, and to-day our Yankee presses just buzz +round, and throw about eight thousand or ten thousand newspapers an +hour, all cut and folded." + +"Don't! don't!" cried Prince Charlie; "that is a little faster than I +can think. I am sure there can't be people enough to read so many. I +should lose my breath in your fast country. What, pray, is the use of +driving things like lightning? Let us try those cards; and now go slow, +my man, and let me see how you do it." + +Very soon they had printed, in old English type, "Charles Stuart, 1640," +and in a neat script, "Allan Wallace, 1880." The Prince decided he would +rather have the treadle press than anything he had yet seen. + +Meanwhile Jessie was doing her best to entertain the Princess Mary, who +had watched all of these wonders in her quiet way, holding Jamie by the +hand lest he should get into mischief. After the gas-lighting she was +more careful of him than ever, fearing some harm might befall the baby +brother in this new world of strange ways. + +But shortly after this a sharp cry made them all start; Jamie had caught +his busy, plump little hand in a wheel; he could not release it, and was +screaming with fright. Princess Mary ran to his relief. + +"What may this be?" she asked, when Jamie was soothed again. "Is it a +spinning-wheel?" + +"Indeed no," said Jessie; "I should be very glad to see one; but this is +a sewing-machine." + +"A what?" exclaimed her guest. + +But Jessie, for answer, had opened the cover, and taking two strips of +cloth from a drawer, began to stitch a seam at a flying speed. She was +very proud of this accomplishment, having but just learned. "I can play +better on this than on the piano," she remarked. The swift wheel whirled +while she talked, and the long seam flew from under the needle, and in +an instant was done. The trio stood in amazement, little Jamie being +spell-bound by the flying wheel. + +"Wonderful! wonderful!" cried Prince Charlie; "this is magic." + +The Princess asked, eagerly, "May I try it?" + +Jessie rose at once. The little lady daintily drew aside her satin robe, +and put her small shoes on the treadle. With the help of Jessie the +wheel was soon spinning briskly. The low hum and whir grew rapidly +louder. "What!" cried the Prince, "a tune?" and, wondering, Allan heard +the swift humming change to a lively measure. Louder and clearer it +rose, till the leal old Scotch ballad, "Wha'll be King but Charlie?" +rang out right gayly. The Prince seemed overjoyed, and directly began a +merry whistle to the loud swift music of the wheel. + +"What a stunning whistle!" commented Allan, admiringly. Higher and +clearer it rose, nearer and shriller it came, until it sounded close +into his very ear, piercing its sharp way like a steel point. He +started, and sprang aside to escape it; then it suddenly stopped. + +"Well, sir, is it possible you are awake at last?" said a cheery voice. +"You go down to your work like one of the Seven Sleepers. Here I've been +whistling 'Wha'll be King but Charlie?' right in your very ear, long +enough to wake the Sleeping Beauty herself." It was his father who +spoke. There he stood by Allan's bedside, laughing and tossing the +covers off from the bewildered boy. "Listen, sleepy-head; your mother +has been playing the same tune for ten minutes at least on the library +piano. She says the new picture brought back the old tune. Come, sir, +breakfast is waiting. Dress on the double-quick, you sluggard." + + + + +[Illustration] + +A DOLLS' RECEPTION. + + +A few days before Christmas there was given in New York a dolls' +reception in aid of the Sea-side Sanitarium--the charity that takes poor +children of the great city to the sea-side for a few days each summer. + +This reception was given in a hall on Thirty-third Street, and consisted +of a series of tableaux, in which all the characters were represented by +the most lovely and exquisitely dressed French dolls. These tableaux +were shown in dainty booths tastefully draped and decorated, so that the +effect was extremely pretty, and the reception furnished a novel and +delightful entertainment to the children who attended it in throngs +during the three days that it lasted. + +At the "Birthday Party" the name of each doll-guest appeared on a dainty +little dinner card laid beside each plate. + +Mother Goose and her children were dressed in the costumes with which +innumerable picture-books have made every child familiar. + +The dolls had their Christmas tree as well as children; and, mounted on +a ladder, Santa Claus (a doll's Santa Claus, you know) made believe +distribute beautiful Christmas gifts. + + + + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER III. + +THE NIGHT RIDE. + + +The wagon on which Mr. Lord was to send his new-found employé was, by +the most singular chance, the one containing the monkeys, and Toby +accepted this as a good omen. He would be near his venerable friend all +night, and there was some consolation in that. The driver instructed the +boy to watch his movements, and when he saw him leading his horses +around, "to look lively, and be on hand, for he never waited for any +one." + +Toby not only promised to do as ordered, but he followed the driver +around so closely that, had he desired, he could not have rid himself of +his little companion. + +The scene which presented itself to Toby's view was strange and weird in +the extreme. Shortly after he had attached himself to the man with whom +he was to ride, the performance was over, and the work of putting the +show and its belongings into such a shape as could be conveyed from one +town to another was soon in active operation. Toby forgot his grief, +forgot that he was running away from the only home he had ever known--in +fact, forgot everything concerning himself--so interested was he in that +which was going on about him. + +As soon as the audience had got out of the tent--and almost before--the +work of taking down the canvas was begun. + +Torches were stuck in the earth at regular intervals, the lights that +had shone so brilliantly in and around the ring had been extinguished, +the canvas sides had been taken off, and the boards that had formed the +seats were being packed into one of the carts with a rattling sound that +seemed as if a regular fusillade of musketry was being indulged in. Men +were shouting; horses were being driven hither and thither, harnessed to +the wagons, or drawing the huge carts away as soon as they had been +loaded; and everything seemed in the greatest state of confusion, while +really the work was being done in the most systematic manner possible. + +Toby had not long to wait before the driver informed him that the time +for starting had arrived, and assisted him to climb up to the narrow +seat whereon he was to ride that night. + +The scene was so exciting, and his efforts to stick to the narrow seat +so great, that he really had no time to attend to the homesick feeling +that had crept over him during the first part of the evening. + +[Illustration: TOBY'S FIRST NIGHT RIDE.--DRAWN BY W. A. ROGERS.] + +The long procession of carts and wagons drove slowly out of the town, +and when the last familiar house had been passed the driver spoke to +Toby for the first time since they started. + +"Pretty hard work to keep on--eh, sonny?" + +"Yes," replied the boy, as the team ran over a rock, bounced him high in +the air, and he, by strenuous efforts, barely succeeded in alighting on +the seat again, "it is pretty hard work; an' my name's Toby Tyler." + +Toby heard a queer sound that seemed to come from the man's throat, and +for a few moments he feared that his companion was choking. But he soon +understood that this was simply an attempt to laugh, and he at once +decided that it was a very poor style of laughing. + +"So you object to being called sonny, do you?" + +"Well, I'd rather be called Toby, for, you see, that's my name." + +"All right, my boy; we'll call you Toby. I suppose you thought it was a +mighty fine thing to run away an' jine a circus, didn't you?" + +Toby started in affright, looked around cautiously, and then tried to +peer down through the small square aperture, guarded by iron rods, that +opened into the cage just back of the seat they were sitting on. Then he +turned slowly around to the driver, and asked, in a voice sunk to a +whisper: "How did you know that I was runnin' away? Did he tell you?" +and Toby motioned with his thumb as if he were pointing out some one +behind him. + +It was the driver's turn now to look around in search of the "he" +referred to by Toby. + +"Who do you mean?" asked the man, impatiently. + +"Why, the old feller; the one in the cart there. I think he knew I was +runnin' away, though he didn't say anything about it; but he looked just +as if he did." + +The driver looked at Toby in perfect amazement for a moment, and then, +as if suddenly understanding the boy, he relapsed into one of those +convulsive efforts that caused the blood to rush up into his face, and +gave him every appearance of having a fit. + +"You must mean one of the monkeys," said the driver, after he had +recovered his breath, which had been almost shaken out of his body by +the silent laughter. "So you thought a monkey had told me what any fool +could have seen if he had watched you for five minutes?" + +"Well," said Toby, slowly, as if he feared he might provoke one of those +terrible laughing spells again, "I saw him to-night, an' he looked as if +he knew what I was doin'; so I up an' told him, an' I didn't know but +he'd told you, though he didn't look to me like a feller that would be +mean." + +There was another internal shaking on the part of the driver, which Toby +did not fear as much, since he was getting accustomed to it, and then +the man said, "Well, you are the queerest little cove I ever saw." + +"I s'pose I am," was the reply, accompanied by a long-drawn sigh. "I +don't seem to amount to so much as the other fellers do, an' I guess +it's because I'm always hungry: you see, I eat awful, Uncle Dan'l says." + +The only reply which the driver made to this plaintive confession was to +put his hand down into the deepest recesses of one of his deep pockets, +and to draw therefrom a huge doughnut, which he handed to his companion. + +Toby was so much at his ease by this time that the appetite which had +failed him at supper had now returned in full force, and he devoured the +doughnut in a most ravenous manner. + +"You're too small to eat so fast," said the man, in a warning tone, as +the last morsel of the greasy sweetness disappeared, and he fished up +another for the boy. "Some time you'll get hold of one of the India +rubber doughnuts that they feed to circus people, an' choke yourself to +death." + +Toby shook his head, and devoured this second cake as quickly as he had +the first, craning his neck, and uttering a funny little squeak as the +last bit went down, just as a chicken does when he gets too large a +mouthful of dough. + +"I'll never choke," he said, confidently; "I'm used to it; and Uncle +Dan'l says I could eat a pair of boots an' never wink at 'em; but I +don't just believe that." + +As the driver made no reply to this remark, Toby curled himself up on +one corner of the seat, and watched with no little interest all that was +passing on around him. Each one of the wagons had a lantern fastened to +the hind axle, and these lights could be seen far ahead on the road, as +if a party of fire-flies had started in single file on an excursion. The +trees by the side of the road stood out weird and ghostly-looking in the +darkness, and the rumble of the carts ahead and behind formed a musical +accompaniment to the picture that sounded strangely doleful. + +Mile after mile was passed over in perfect silence, save now and then +when the driver would whistle a few bars of some very dismal tune that +would fairly make Toby shiver with its mournfulness. Eighteen miles was +the distance from Guilford to the town where the next performance of the +circus was to be given, and as Toby thought of the ride before them, it +seemed as if the time would be almost interminable. He curled himself up +on one corner of the seat, and tried very hard to go to sleep; but just +as his eyes began to grow heavy, the wagon would jolt over some rock or +sink deep in some rut, till Toby, the breath very nearly shaken out of +his body, and his neck almost dislocated, would sit bolt-upright, +clinging to the seat with both hands, as if he expected each moment to +be pitched out into the mud. + +The driver watched him closely, and each time that he saw him shaken up +and awakened so thoroughly he would indulge in one of his silent +laughing spells, until Toby would wonder whether he would ever recover +from it. Several times had Toby been awakened, and each time he had seen +the amusement his sufferings caused, until he finally resolved to put an +end to the sport by keeping awake. + +"What is your name?" he asked of the driver, thinking a conversation +would be the best way to rouse himself into wakefulness. + +"Wa'al," said the driver, as he gathered the reins carefully in one +hand, and seemed to be debating in his mind how he should answer the +question, "I don't know as I know myself, it's been so long since I've +heard it." + +Toby was wide enough awake now, as this rather singular problem was +forced upon his mind. He revolved the matter silently for some moments, +and at last he asked, "What do folks call you when they want to speak to +you?" + +"They always call me old Ben, an' I've got so used to the name that I +don't need any other." + +Toby wanted very much to ask more questions, but he wisely concluded +that it would not be agreeable to his companion. + +"I'll ask the old man about it," said Toby to himself, referring to the +aged monkey, whom he seemed to feel acquainted with; "he most likely +knows, if he'll say anything." After this the conversation ceased, until +Toby again ventured to suggest, "It's a pretty long drive, hain't it?" + +"You want to wait till you've been in this business a year or two," said +Ben, sagely, "an' then you won't think much of it. Why, I've known the +show towns to be thirty miles apart, an' them was the times when we had +lively work of it: riding all night and working all day kind of wears on +a fellow." + +"Yes, I s'pose so," said Toby, with a sigh, as he wondered whether he +had got to work as hard as that; "but I suppose you get all you want to +eat, don't you?" + +"Now you've struck it," said Ben, with the air of one about to impart a +world of wisdom, as he crossed one leg over the other, that his position +might be as comfortable as possible while he was initiating his young +companion into the mysteries of the life. "I've had all the boys ride +with me since I've been with this show, an' I've tried to start them +right; but they didn't seem to profit by it, an' always got sick of the +show, an' run away, just because they didn't look out for themselves as +they ought to. Now listen to me, Toby, an' remember what I say. You +see, they put us all in a hotel together, an' some of these places where +we go don't have any too much stuff on the table. Whenever we strike a +new town, you find out at the hotel what time they have the grub ready, +an' you be on hand so's to get in with the first. Eat all you can, an' +fill your pockets." + +"If that's all a feller has to do to travel with a circus," said Toby, +"I'm just the one, 'cause I always used to do just that when I hadn't +any idea of bein' a circus man." + +"Then you'll get along all right," said Ben, as he checked the speed of +his horses, and, looking carefully ahead, said, as he guided his team to +one side of the road, "This is as far as we're going to-night." + +Toby learned that they were within a couple of miles of the town, and +that the entire procession would remain by the road-side until time to +make the grand entrée into the village, when every wagon, horse, and man +would be decked out in the most gorgeous array, as they had been when +they entered Guilford. + +Under Ben's direction he wrapped himself in an old horse-blanket, lay +down on the top of the wagon, and he was so tired from the excitement of +the day and night that he had hardly stretched out at full length before +he was fast asleep. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE NEW-YEAR'S WELCOME. + +BY MARY D. BRINE. + + + Ring, bells, ring! for the King is here; + Ring, bells, ring! for the glad New Year. + He mounts his throne with a smiling face, + His sceptre lifts with majestic grace. + Ring for the joy his advent brings; + Ring for the happy songs he sings; + Ring for the promises sweet and true + With which we gladden our hearts anew. + + The new-born Year is a happy fellow, + His voice is sweet, and low, and mellow; + With the Christmas holly his head is crowned, + With the Christmas blessings we'll wrap him round. + Then ring, bells, ring! for the joyous day-- + The Past lies silent, the Present is gay; + Ring out your merriest, cheer after cheer, + To welcome the birth of the Happy New Year! + + + + +BEE-HUNTING. + +BY JIMMY BROWN. + + +The more I see of this world the hollower I find everybody. I don't mean +that people haven't got their insides in them, but they are so +dreadfully ungrateful. No matter how kind and thoughtful any one may be, +they never give him any credit for it. They will pretend to love you and +call you "dear Jimmy what a fine manly boy come here and kiss me" and +then half an hour afterward they'll say "where's that little wretch let +me just get hold of him O! I'll let him know." Deceit and ingratitude +are the monster vices of the age and they are rolling over our beloved +land like the flood. (I got part of that elegant language from the +temperance lecturer last week, but I improved it a good deal.) + +There is Aunt Sarah. The uncle that belonged to her died two years ago +and she's awfully rich. She comes to see us sometimes with Tommy--that's +her boy, a little fellow ten years old--and you ought to see how mother +and Sue wait on her and how pleasant father is when she's in the room. +Now she always said that she loved me like her own son. She'd say to +father "How I envy you that noble boy what a comfort he must be to you," +and father would say "Yes he has some charming qualities" and look as if +he hadn't laid onto me with his cane that very morning and told me that +my conduct was such. You'll hardly believe that just because I did the +very best I could and saved her precious Tommy from an apple grave, Aunt +Sarah says I'm a young Cain and knows I'll come to the gallows. + +She came to see us last Friday, and on Saturday I was going bee-hunting. +I read all about it in a book. You take an axe and go out-doors and +follow a bee, and after a while the bee takes you to a hollow tree full +of honey and you cut the tree down and carry the honey home in thirty +pails and sell it for ever so much. I and Sam McGinnis were going and +Aunt Sarah says "O take Tommy with you the dear child would enjoy it so +much." Of course no fellow that's twelve years old wants a little chap +like that tagging after him but mother spoke up and said that I'd be +delighted to take Tommy and so I couldn't help myself. + +We stopped in the wood-shed and borrowed father's axe and then we found +a bee. The bee wouldn't fly on before us in a straight line but kept +lighting on everything, and once he lit on Sam's hand and stung him +good. However we chased the bee lively and by-and-by he started for his +tree and we ran after him. We had just got to the old dead apple-tree in +the pasture when we lost the bee and we all agreed that his nest must be +in the tree. It's an awfully big old tree, and it's all rotted away on +one side so that it stands as if it was ready to fall over any minute. + +Nothing would satisfy Tommy but to climb that tree. We told him he'd +better let a bigger fellow do it but he wouldn't listen to reason. So we +gave him a boost and he climbed up to where the tree forked and then he +stood up and began to say something when he disappeared. We thought he +had fallen out of the tree and we ran round to the other side to pick +him up but he wasn't there. Sam said it was witches but I knew he must +be somewhere so I climbed up the tree and looked. + +He had slipped down into the hollow of the tree and was wedged in tight. +I could just reach his hair but it was so short that I couldn't get a +good hold so as to pull him out. Wasn't he scared though! He howled and +said "O take me out I shall die," and Sam wanted to run for the doctor. + +I told Tommy to be patient and I'd get him out. So I slid down the tree +and told Sam that the only thing to do was to cut the tree down and then +open it and take Tommy out. It was such a rotten tree I knew it would +come down easy. So we took turns chopping, and the fellow who wasn't +chopping kept encouraging Tommy by telling him that the tree was 'most +ready to fall. After working an hour the tree began to stagger and +presently down she came with an awful crash and burst into a million +pieces. + +Sam and I said Hurray! and then we poked round in the dust till we found +Tommy. He was all over red dust and was almost choked, but he was +awfully mad. Just because some of his ribs were broke--so the doctor +said--he forgot all Sam and I had done for him. I shouldn't have minded +that much, because you don't expect much from little boys, but I did +think his mother would have been grateful when we brought him home and +told her what we had done. Then I found what all her professions were +worth. She called father and told him that I and the other miscurrent +had murdered her boy. Sam was so frightened at the awful name she called +him that he ran home, and father told me I could come right up stairs +with him. + +They couldn't have treated me worse if I'd let Tommy stay in the tree +and starve to death. I almost wish I had done it. It does seem as if the +more good a boy does the more the grown folks pitch into him. The moment +Sue is married to Mr. Travers I mean to go and live with him. He never +scolds, and always says that Susan's brother is as dear to him as his +own, though he hasn't got any. + + + + +SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE. + +DRAWN BY R. CALDECOTT. + + +[Illustration] + + Sing a Song o' Sixpence, + +[Illustration] + + A Pocketful of Rye; + +[Illustration] + + Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds + Baked in a Pie. + +[Illustration] + + When the Pie was opened, + The Birds began to sing; + +[Illustration] + + Was not that a dainty Dish + To set before the King? + +[Illustration] + + The King was in his Counting-house + Counting out his Money. + +[Illustration] + + The Queen was in the Parlor, + Eating Bread and Honey. + +[Illustration] + + The Maid was in the Garden, + Hanging out the Clothes; + +[Illustration] + + There came a little Blackbird, + +[Illustration] + + And nipped off her Nose. + But there came a Jenny Wren + And popped it on again. + +[Illustration] + + + + +HOW SANTA CLAUS CAME. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +"Now, Don," said Rad Burnell, dolefully, "do you believe any kind of a +snow-storm could stop Santa Claus?" + +"From coming?" + +"Well, yes, that's it. I heard father tell mother 'he' couldn't get here +in time, and I know he meant something about Christmas, by the way he +looked at Petish and Molly." + +"Was Berry there?" + +"She was sound asleep in the cradle, and mother said, 'Berry won't care, +but it'll be a dispoint for the rest of 'em.'" + +"It's an awful snow-storm, Rad, but I guess Santa Claus'll come, for all +of that." + +Just a little later, Mr. Burnell said to his wife, "I'm sorry we didn't +get our things in the village, Maria; but it's too late now. Don't say +anything to the children. It'll be bad enough when it comes." + +Nobody else heard him, but Mrs. Burnell looked as if she wanted to cry. + +That was one of the whitest nights anybody in the world ever saw, for +the snow had thrown the thickest kind of a white blanket over +everything. Some of the roads were drifted level from fence to fence, +and the railroads were having a tremendous time of it. Anything so black +as a locomotive could hardly feel at home, pushing its way along through +so white a country or into so white a village as Middleville was that +Christmas-eve. + +It was a dreadfully long night, and Petish woke up three times, and +tried to make herself believe it was morning. The last time she heard +the great clock in the Academy steeple, on the village green, pounding +away at its task of telling what time it was. + +"I'll count," said Petish. +"Nine--twelve--seven--fourteen--fiveteen--six--I guess it's 'most time +to get up. Must be it's Christmas now." + +Just then she heard a noise in the next room, and she listened with all +her ears. First it was a rustle, and then the loudest kind of a +whisper--loud enough to have been heard in daytime. + +"Rad! Rad! it's just struck five. Let's take a scoot down stairs and see +about it. We can hurry right back again." + +"They're pulling on their stockings," said Petish. "I'll get up and pull +on mine, but I won't let them see me." + +She tried very hard to get up without waking Molly; but it was of no +use, for Molly's sleep had been begun at the right time, and was fairly +over now, considering that it was Christmas morning. + +"Oh, Petish, what are you going to do?" + +"'Sh! 'sh! Molly. The boys are going down stairs to look, and I'm going +too. Lie still." + +But Molly was two years older than Petish, and she wouldn't lie still. +She was out on the floor in a twinkling, and she made Petish wrap +herself all up in a blanket, and she pretty nearly buried her own chubby +shape in a comfortable. + +That was about what Rad and Don had done already, and they were now +carefully creeping down stairs in the dark. + +The door of the front parlor was nearest the foot of the stairs, and the +boys left it open after them when they went in, but Molly and Petish +closed it very softly and carefully the moment they were safe in the +dim, gloomy parlor. The boys were just beyond the folding-doors at that +moment, and did not see that they were followed. + +Berry was sound asleep in her crib, within reach of her mother, or she +would have heard her say, just then, "Oh, John, it's a dreadful +disappointment! What will those poor children do?" + +"Poor Petish!" said Mr. Burnell. "We can explain it to the boys, and +they can wait, and to Molly, but it'll be bad enough for any of 'em." + +"But Petish'll break her little heart if she finds that Santa Claus +hasn't come." + +"It'll be almost as much of a disappointment to Aunt Sally and Frank. I +hope they'll bring Mid with them when they come." + +"Of course they will." + +Now that had been a very long, white, beautiful, dark night, and a great +many queer things had happened in it. They are sure to, in any "night +before Christmas"; but there had been a wonderfully deep snow-storm. + +Away on toward morning, just when the Academy clock was trying to make +sound-asleep people hear that it was really four, a tired-out and +frosty-looking railway train came smoking and coughing up to the +platform at the village railway station. + +It did not stop long, but some people got out of one of the +sleeping-cars, and some baggage was tumbled out of the baggage-car, and +a sleepy man with a lantern said: "Yes, sir. Carriage yer in a minute, +sir. All right." + +"We don't want any carriage, my man. Take our checks, and have our +trunks brought over to Mr. Burnett's before seven o'clock. We'll walk +right there now. Come, Sally. Come along, Mid." + +"Frank! husband! you'll drop some of those things!" + +"No, I won't, Sally." + +"Mid, my dear boy, look out for that box; it's only pasteboard." + +"I'll be careful, mother. I ain't awake yet. But it takes all three of +us to Santa Claus this pile. Hope it isn't far." + +The cold, frosty air was fast getting Mid wide awake, and they did look, +all three of them, as if they would have done better with a sleigh and a +good team of reindeer. + +The distance was short, but Aunt Sally talked pretty nearly all the way. + +"We must do it, Frank," she said, as they drew near the gate. "I'm sure +they've given us up. We can get in. There never was any bolt on the +kitchen window, over the pump. Middleton can climb right in, and come +and open the side door for us." + +"Oh, but won't that be fun!" exclaimed Mid, as he hurried silently +forward. + +"'Sh! there, Sally," whispered Uncle Frank, as he and his portly, +merry-faced wife lugged their bundles after Mid. + +It was less than half a minute before they were in the kitchen. They +promptly shut the door between the dining-room--that was the +sitting-room too--and the back parlor, and then how they did work! + +Plenty of wood and shavings and kindlings were lying in front of the +great Franklin stove in the dining-room, and there was quickly a blazing +fire there, and in the kitchen too, and Mid insisted on lighting every +lamp and candle he could lay his hands on. + +Then the bundles came open, and their contents began to shine all around +the chimney and over the mantel, and even on some of the chairs. + +"It's too bad we haven't any of their stockings," began Aunt Sally; but +she exclaimed, the next instant: "Oh, Frank! here's Maria's work-basket, +all full of stockings. I know them. Those are Don's. There's a pair of +Rad's. Molly's. Petish. Berry's--the dear little kitten! We've got 'em." + +"Mother, let's set the table." + +"That's it. You help him do it, father. Won't we give 'em a surprise!" + +It was wonderful how those three did work, and not make any noise about +it, and how they did change the looks of that dining-room and kitchen +before five o'clock. Aunt Sally even put on the tea-kettle, and made +some coffee, and it was evident that for once Santa Claus was disposed +to be very much "at home." + +If they had not been drinking their coffee, perhaps they might have +heard a voice, not many minutes after five o'clock, whispering anxiously +to somebody in the back parlor, "I say, there's a light coming through +the key-hole!" + +"There's a rattle, too, in there." + +"Burglars?" + +"Pooh! No; it's Christmas." + +"Oh, boys, is Santa Claus really in there? Has he got here?" + +"Is that you, Petish? And Molly too? Keep still. I'm just going to open +the door a little mite of a crack, but you can all peek in." + +Aunt Sally's ears must have been good ones, for, carefully as Don opened +that door, and faint as was the squeak it made, she sprang suddenly +toward it. + +"Is that you, Maria? Hush! Don't make a sound. Not a loud noise for +anything!" + +"We won't, Aunt Sally. Hush-sh-sh!" + +Even Petish did just as she was told for once, for she was a little +scared when the great blaze of light came shining through the door as +Aunt Sally pushed it wide open. + +It was shut again the moment they were all in the room, and then it was +all Aunt Sally and Uncle Frank could do to keep up any kind of silence +in that merry assembly. They could not have done it at all if Aunt Sally +had not told them all: "It's a great secret. You must help us give papa +and mamma a big surprise. Now let's get breakfast for them." + +"Biddy went away yesterday morning," said Molly, "but I know where the +eggs are." + +Whatever she and Petish could not find, Don and Rad could, and Aunt +Sally was the best kind of a cook. + +It was nearly six o'clock when Mrs. Burnell said to her husband: "I'm +glad Berry waked up. She's all dressed now, and I can wrap her up warm." + +"So am I, my dear. I'll go right down with you." + +"Those poor children! I haven't the heart to look at them. Let's hurry +down." + +So they did, and Berry went down in her mother's arms, but they little +dreamed what was coming. + +A great shout welcomed them as they opened the door of the dining-room. + +"Wish you Merry Christmas." + +"Oh, Sally! Frank! I am so glad! But how did you get in?" + +"Breakfast's ready." + +"Christmas has come." + +Nobody could have described that next half-hour to have saved his life, +and Aunt Sally said she had never been so happy in all hers. + +"Molly," said Petish, "won't you go up stairs and bring down all our +clothes?" + +"Yes, children," said their mother, "you must get dressed." + +"Yes; and, mother," said Petish, "there was only two pairs of my +stockings in the basket, and they're both full. If Molly'll bring the +pair I had on, there's more'n enough to fill 'em." + +So there was, for Aunt Sally had not only bought and brought everything +Mr. and Mrs. Burnell had written to her about, but she had heaped on a +huge assortment of presents on her own account, and Petish had at least +her share, while Uncle Frank had looked out for Molly, and nobody had +forgotten Berry or any of the boys. + +It was quite the usual time when they got ready to eat at last, but +there was nothing of what Rad and Petish called a "dispoint" in any face +at that breakfast table. + +Santa Claus had come. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER III. + + +Milly's heart gave a bound, and then seemed to stand still. + +"Here I am," said the woman, smiling. "I've called to make you even a +better offer. You pay me fifty cents a week for that dress, and any week +you _can't pay_, why, you can return the silk, provided it's decently +clean, and I'll allow you a couple o' dollars, when I take it back, for +the making. Come, now, I don't mind throwing in the linings, and I won't +bother you for the first fortnight." + +Now, as you have seen, Milly had gone through just the process of +reasoning to make the peddler's words sound most alluring. The woman +read in the young girl's face an instant's doubt followed by decision, +and as quickly as possible she produced from her bag the roll of gray +silk. Mildred never quite remembered how she made that purchase, or +rather that _bargain_, for honorable purchase it certainly was not. The +shining silk and the linings were put into her hands, and before she +knew it she had signed a paper, a copy of which the peddler gave her. +The transaction only occupied a few moments. Milly tucked the silk away +in the room devoted to the bonnets and cloaks and luncheons of the +sales-women, and was in her place before she fully realized that her +longing of the day previous was granted. The morning passed heavily, and +she was well pleased when it came her turn to take thirty minutes for +lunch. But on entering the cloak-room her dismay was unbounded. Three or +four of the shop-girls were clustered about Mildred's precious parcel, +and a chorus of voices greeted her entrance. + +"Look here, Miss Lee. Whose do you suppose this is?" + +"Well, isn't this lovely?" + +"_Could_ any one have stolen it?" + +"No," said Mildred, quietly, yet not without a flush on her cheeks. "It +is mine. The--person I bought it of brought it here to me to-day." + +[Illustration: THE GIRLS DISCOVER MILDRED'S PURCHASE.] + +"_Yours!_" exclaimed Jenny Martin, who had thrown one end of the silk +over her shoulder. "Well, that _is_ pretty good on five dollars a week!" + +Mildred's face burned, but something in Jenny's rude words smote her +conscience, and she tried to look good-humored, while Jenny admired +herself a moment in the cracked glass, the other girls eying her as well +as Mildred with some new respect. + +Jenny tossed the silk from her shoulders with a little sniff, and +Mildred felt glad enough to put it away, and eat a hasty lunch. She was +doubly glad, when her working hours were over, to hurry home, carrying +her new treasure, which she had resolved not to show her mother until +the night of the party. But a surprise awaited her on her return to the +cottage. Mrs. Lee had received an invitation from a cousin in Boston to +spend a fortnight with his family, and she had already arranged with her +few pupils to avail herself of this unlooked-for holiday. + +All was excitement and preparation. Will, the second boy, was to go with +his mother, and instead of tea on the cozy little table there were odds +and ends of tapes, buttons, and threads, half-worn garments, and one or +two new things, while Debby, the one servant, and Mrs. Lee were both +stitching as if for a wager. They looked up with flushed faces to greet +Milly. + +"Oh, my dear," said the mother, after explaining matters, "do sit down +and help; we are to be off to-morrow morning." + +Milly saw she could not hope for a moment to sew on the new dress until +after her mother and Will were gone, and so she entered with an earnest +good-will into assisting them, and was genuinely pleased by their +prospects of enjoyment. The next few days flew by. Once the children +were safely in bed Mildred would draw forth her work, and so by dint of +hard labor the dress was finished Monday evening. She made her toilet +rather nervously when Tuesday night came. What between her hurry after +getting home, and her anxiety to conceal her dress from Debby and her +little sister Margaret, Mildred found it difficult to enjoy the "first +wear" of the gray silk; but certainly, she thought, as she surveyed her +work in her mirror, it _was_ a success. It fitted admirably, and she had +had the good taste to make it simply as became a young girl only +sixteen, though it in _no_ way became a girl working hard for twenty +dollars a month. She took good care to envelop herself completely in a +water-proof cloak before Debby and little Kate saw her, and thus +equipped she started off under her brother Joe's escort for the big +house in Lane Street. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +AN EMPTY STOCKING. + +BY MRS. MARGARET SANGSTER. + + +[Illustration] + +I am very sure that most boys and girls will agree with me that there is +nothing in the whole year quite so delightful as taking down the +Christmas stocking. Of course it is charming to hang it up; but one +never feels the least bit sleepy on Christmas-eve, and it seems so long +to wait until morning shall come. The air is astir with excitement and +mystery, and Santa Claus is known to be hovering about waiting for eyes +to be closed, and children to go comfortably away to dream-land. +By-and-by everybody does manage to fall asleep, and then by some strange +magic the long, limp stockings are crammed with toys, books, bonbons, +tools, dolls, and skates, or lovely ribbons, laces, watches, and gems. +How beautifully they bulge out, every inch of room packed, while the +overflow, which could not possibly be forced into any stocking, is piled +temptingly on the tables and chairs. + +Now look at this poor little girl who hung up her stocking on +Christmas-eve, hoping that the good Santa Claus would come down the +chimney and put something nice in it. She was afraid he would forget +her, and still she hoped that maybe he might bring just one dolly, and +slip it away down into the toe, where she would find it, and be, oh! so +glad. Little Jennie is used to being cold and hungry, and does not mind +a great many privations which more fortunate children never have to +endure. She can sweep crossings in old shoes, and wear a ragged shawl, +without envying girls who are wrapped in soft furs. These merry holidays +have not made her envious; and yet when Florence and Susie and Mabel +have flitted by on the street, their arms full of parcels, and their +fathers and mothers buying them every beautiful thing that the shop +windows show, she has wished and wished that _she_ might have just one +dolly--only one. So, thinking that maybe if she hung up her stocking her +desire would be granted, she did so on Christmas-eve, and went to bed +that night without minding the cold. The stocking hung where she placed +it. Nobody came down the chimney, or up the stairs, or in at the door. +Her mother was so tired and discouraged that she took no notice of +Jennie's stocking, and if she had, it is doubtful whether she could have +found a gift to gladden the child. + +Sometimes little girls like Jennie have parents who are not kind and +good like yours, because they love liquor and spend their earnings to +procure that. There are plenty of empty stockings on Christmas in homes +where fathers and mothers are drunkards. + +Little Jennie looks very forlorn holding her empty stocking in her hand. +The picture is a shadow on the gayety of this festive time, but it is +inserted in the New-Year's number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, that some of +the readers may be prompted to think what they can do to send pleasures +to little ones whose lives are seldom gay. + +A very large part of your Christmas happiness came from the gifts you +bestowed as well as from those you received. It was not a selfish +festival in homes where brothers and sisters exchanged love-tokens; and +the weeks you spent in making pretty presents with your own hands, in +saving your pocket-money, and in planning to surprise your dear ones, +were very happy weeks indeed. Now I have something to propose, which you +need not wait a whole year to carry out. You know there are Flower +Missions and Fruit Missions, which send flowers and fruit to the homes +of the sick poor. Why should there not be a Toy Mission too? Most of you +have a dolly, or two, or three, perhaps, which you could spare, and some +of you have books you have read, and playthings which you have outgrown, +which would make poor children wild with joy. Some of the Sunday-schools +have tried this way of keeping Christmas, and have brought their gifts +to be distributed among the poor. And some of the benevolent enterprises +of the city send out holiday bags, to be filled and returned with all +sorts of necessary things. A Toy Mission would be a little different +from these, and with a little help from and organization by older +brothers and sisters, it could be easily put into operation. The city +missionaries and Bible-readers can tell just where there are children +like Jennie in the picture, and some of the express companies willingly +carry packages and parcels of the kind I mean, free of charge. + +The House of the Good Shepherd, Tompkin's Cove, New York, has for +several years sent cute-looking cloth bags to its friends, with the +request that they be filled with gifts for its inmates. One Christmas +season the children of the Wilson Industrial School of this city +undertook to fill one of these, and their teacher told me it was very +touching to see the eagerness and generosity with which they, so poor +themselves, brought their carefully kept and mended treasures to send to +the "poor children who had no friends to love them." + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + +Once more we wish a very Happy New Year to all our young friends. We +have done our best to make the past year brighter to them, and they have +made it very pleasant for us by their constant and hearty expressions of +pleasure and approval. + +Christmas is past. How many of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE remembered to +make some poor child happy on Christmas-day? If some of them were too +much occupied with their own sparkling Christmas trees to think of the +friendless and homeless little ones all around them, we beg them to stop +now and remember that they can not begin the new year better than by +bringing a smile to some sad, wan little face. There are poor children +everywhere, in the streets, in hospitals, in wretched and desolate +homes, over whose young life poverty and misfortune have thrown a heavy +cloud. It must always be remembered that their suffering arises from no +fault of their own, and those to whom fortune has been more generous +should never forget to help from their abundance the little ones toward +whom the world has turned a cold and unkind face. Now if every reader of +YOUNG PEOPLE would give some little thing, if it be only a bunch of +flowers or evergreen, how many poor little faces might be made brighter +on New-Year's morning! A few oranges, or a picture-book, will make a +sick, friendless child happy. Those of you who live near together, and +have your "YOUNG PEOPLE Clubs," which you write so prettily about, can +have a meeting, and fill baskets with playthings you do not need. Mamma +will help you buy some oranges, and perhaps a warm scarf or pair of +stockings, and she will advise you, too, of the best way to dispose of +them. Every one of you can do something, and in that way you will bring +to yourself, as well as to others, a real Happy New Year. + + * * * * * + + WINNIPEG, MANITOBA, CANADA. + + I read all of the letters in the Post-office Box, and I like them, + and I like all of the stories. Sometimes I miss my paper, and I + feel very sorry, and sometimes I bring it home and lay it on the + table, and my younger brother takes it and leaves it on the floor; + then the baby gets it and tears it. That does not please me. My + papa is an editor. I have three brothers and two sisters. I am ten + years old. + + There are two rivers here, the Assiniboine and the Red. They are + very muddy rivers, and it is hard to learn to swim in them. Every + spring somebody has been drowned. The banks of the Assiniboine are + undermined. It is awfully cold up here in the winter. + + HARRY L. + + * * * * * + + LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY. + + I am nine years old. I do love to read YOUNG PEOPLE, and can hardly + wait for papa to bring it home. + + I went to Texas to see my relations, and we brought home a horned + frog. It never ate anything. We staked a pen for it in the back + yard, but it died. + + My papa and my uncles went hunting on the big prairie, and camped + out. Uncle Tom killed a striped catamount, and gave me the skin to + make a soft rug. Uncle Will killed two deer, and papa shot one, + but it got away. It is very warm in Texas, and at Galveston there + are lots of oysters. + + Mamma has promised to have my YOUNG PEOPLE bound for my birthday + gift. + + MINNIE L. C. + + * * * * * + + PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS. + + I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I like it very much. We have it in school + to read instead of a reader. + + I live within one hundred yards of the rock where the Pilgrims + landed. + + C. F. S. + + * * * * * + + Harlem, New York. + + Dear "YOUNG PEOPLE,"--I have been one of your subscribers ever + since you were born, and I enjoy your company very much. I have a + large family to look after, but when I get all my children to + sleep, I take the time left me to read. My family consists of Dolly + Varden, Betsy, Daisy, and Pearl, who are all little girls, and + Sambo, who is the porter, and does all the work. I have my little + dog Tip to watch the house when I go out, and see that no strangers + disturb anything during my absence. Another important member of my + family is my pussy cat Sam. He is just as old as I am (eleven + years), and begins to be rather cross. He and Tip sometimes have + little spats, but I soon settle them, and make them be good friends + again. + + After school closed this summer I went to the country, where I had + splendid times. I fed the chickens several times during the day, + and I got some of them so tame they would eat out of my hands. + Then I had a little bit of a pig, which I picked from a whole + litter, and made a pet of him. + + We had a large dog that did the churning, but he did not like it + one bit. When the churn was being prepared for him to work, he + would whine and cry like a baby. + + When my papa came he made us a kite, which we raised real high. + Some of the birds were frightened at it, and others would fly + right up and peck at it to see what it was. It made us laugh to + see how the birds acted. + + For my birthday my papa sent me a set of archery, which we placed + on the lawn at the side of the house, and we enjoyed shooting at + the target ever so much. I can shoot real good now. + + I have a great deal to do, so will close my letter by telling you + that I am home again, and going to school. I also attend + Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to practice, so I am very + busy. + + IRENE M. N. + + * * * * * + + We are two dolls. Our mamma is a dear little black-eyed girl almost + ten years old, named Jennie. She is a good deal like Bessie + Maynard, and loves us as much as Bessie loves her doll Clytie. We + used to live in Nevada, but last summer we came to live in Central + City, Colorado. We all like YOUNG PEOPLE, and the Post-office Box + in particular. + + MINNIE and JOE MCG. + + * * * * * + + We have had this dear little paper ever since it was published. + Mamma is very glad to have it, for she is very particular about our + reading. I always spend the evening after it comes reading it to my + little brother Regie, who is eight years old. I am fourteen. My + father died when I was seven. + + Santa Cruz is a pretty town, and has good schools, both public and + private. We have roses all the year, as our winter is only a + succession of pleasant rains with warm sunny days between, like + spring in the Eastern States. + + The town is near the mouth of the broad, beautiful bay of + Monterey, so that we can see out into the Pacific Ocean. We have + grand times on the beach when the tide is low, searching for + shells and the beautiful sea-weeds. The lady principal of a school + here teaches us all about shells and algæ, or sea-plants, and we + learn to name and classify them. I wish all the young people who + write about aquaria could see mine. I have hundreds of them in the + rocks by the sea in holes worn by the waves, from the size of a + wooden bucket to that of a large deep barrel. They are round, and + the walls are covered with limpets of all sizes, star-fish of + different colors, bright purple sea-urchins, and lovely pale green + and pink sea-anemones, which wave their petals in search of food. + Bright-hued crabs, fish, and creatures of which I have not yet + learned the name, move in the water. Every part is covered with + some form of life capable of motion, and with all kinds of + sea-plants. + + I would like to exchange shells and pressed sea-plants for other + shells, Lake Superior agates, or other small mineral specimens. I + would like to have everything clearly marked, and I will in return + name and classify the shells. + + HARRY BOWMAN, + Santa Cruz, California. + + * * * * * + +We print the following note in reply to many inquiries in regard to +postage-stamp catalogues, etc.: + + If any reader of YOUNG PEOPLE will write to me on matters connected + with stamps which can not well be published, inclosing stamp for + reply, I shall be happy to answer him. + + JOSEPH J. CASEY, + P. O. Box 1696, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Several of us have organized a club for the exchange of minerals. + We call it the American Mineralogical Club. We shall be glad to + have any of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE join us if they are willing + to conform to the rules, which can be had upon application to the + secretary. + + GEORGE DAVIES, P. O. Box 80, + Pottstown, Montgomery County, Penn. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are offered by correspondents: + + Iron ore from Spain, Ireland, England, and different sections of + the United States, for good specimens of copper or zinc. + + WILLIE S. SHAFFER, + 20 North Second Street, Harrisburg, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + MISS AGNES MCMURDY, + Care of Mrs. R. M. Beckwith, + Palmyra, Wayne Co., N. Y. + + * * * * * + + United States Department stamps, or pieces of the Washington + Monument, for coins, minerals, or foreign stamps. + + HARRY LOWELL, + 830 Twentieth Street, Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + The Bavarian doctor mentioned in "The Story of the Boy-General," in + YOUNG PEOPLE No. 57, who tried to rescue Lafayette from the Olmütz + prison, was Justus Erick Bollman, my uncle. + + If any reader of YOUNG PEOPLE will send me a Greek or a Danish + postage stamp, or two kinds of stamps from South America, I will + send in return an Indian arrow-head, or I will exchange Indian + pottery for any foreign stamps except English. + + C. H. BOLLMAN, Monongahela City, + Washington County, Penn. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange ocean curiosities for a genuine Indian bow + five feet long--not a bow like those Indians sell here in + Massachusetts, but a good one that will shoot. I should like two or + three arrows with it. + + In answer to Carrie V. D.'s question I would say that it is not + necessary to change the water in the carrot hanging basket, but + only to refill it when the water dries away. + + DANIEL D. LEE, + Myrtle Street, Jamaica Plains, Suffolk Co., Mass. + + * * * * * + + A stone from New York State for one from any other State, or + Canada. Postmarks for stamps, minerals, birds' eggs, or Indian + relics. Five postmarks for every bird's egg. + + WILLIAM PORTER CHAPMAN, JUN., + Norwich, Chenango County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps from Europe, Asia, and other countries, for others. + + LOYAL DURAND, + 591 Cass Street, Milwaukee, Wis. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + H. D. and R. B. HALL, + 39 Highland Street, Roxbury, Mass. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps. + + FREDDIE W. ALLREE, + 26 Cedar Avenue, Allegheny, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps for Navy, Interior, and Agricultural + Department stamps, and stamps from Newfoundland. + + WILLIS BISHOP, + 20 Gold Street, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + A white metal copy of the ancient Jewish shekel for an old coin or + a handsome shell. + + LIBBIE and MATTIE PENICK, St. Joseph, Mo. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps for minerals or Indian relics. + + WILLIAM H. RHEES, + 1317 Eleventh Street, N.W., Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs and Indian relics. + + ROSCOE S. NICKERSON, + Klamath Agency, Oregon. + + * * * * * + + Southern moss, specimens of sulphur, and some United States stamps + for foreign stamps. + + CLARENCE MARSH, + 2217 Calumet Avenue, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Curiosities and specimens of all kinds. + + * * * * * + + L. E. WALKER, care of H. W. Walker, + Lock Box 316, Lansing, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Sea-weed, or pieces of the stone of which the new Capitol at Albany + is built, for curiosities of any kind. + + WILLIE L. WIDDEMER, + 99 Madison Avenue, Albany, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + United States Department stamps, or pieces of stone from the new + War and Navy Department buildings, or from the Washington Monument + now being finished, for shells, foreign stamps, or any curiosity. + + HORACE D. GOODALL, + 826 Twentieth Street, N.W., Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + CHARLES SWABEY, + Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. + + * * * * * + + Autographs of renowned men and women. + + C. J. OTTERBOURG, + 128 East Seventieth Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Minerals from the mines of Colorado for ocean curiosities or + postage stamps. + + LOUIS M. GROSS, + Care of Abel Brothers, Denver, Colorado. + + * * * * * + + A Canadian postmark and a Centennial three-cent stamp for a German + postage stamp. + + ARTHUR FROST, + Care of D. H. Frost, Belle Plaine, Iowa. + + * * * * * + + Twenty-five postmarks for five stamps. No duplicates. + + NELLIE V., + 343 Fifth Avenue, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs for other eggs; or a rock from every State in the Union + and from several foreign countries for twenty different kinds of + eggs. + + W. BOSTWICK, Care of John C. Remington, + Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + FRANK M. RICHARDS, + Farmington, Maine. + + * * * * * + + Minerals and fossils for shells and minerals. A good specimen of + copper ore especially desired. + + BARTAS W. JAY, Emporia, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps for birds' eggs, coins, or minerals. + + WENNIE HOLMES, Bay City, Mich. + + * * * * * + +J. T. M.--See answer to Ida B. D., in Post-office Box of YOUNG PEOPLE +No. 51. + + * * * * * + +HENRY A. BLAKESLEY, HARRY F. HAINES, E. A. DE LIMA, AND MANY OTHERS.--We +are sorry not to print your requests for exchange, but that department +of our Post-office Box is so very crowded that we can not give space to +addresses which have been already published, unless the exchange +offered is of some new article. Neither can we attend to irregularities +between exchanges, which arise in almost every instance from +carelessness, or failure to give a proper address. We know of no remedy +for those who fail to receive answers to their letters except to +continue sending reminders to the delinquent correspondent. A great many +boys and girls write to us that they receive so many letters, they can +not answer them all promptly, as they are going to school, and very busy +with studies, but that they will surely answer them in time. We hope +they will not forget this promise, as a letter should always be +acknowledged. + + * * * * * + +P. I. G.--The rudder of the ice-boat is not fastened. The rudder-post +runs up through the keelson, which rests on an iron pin driven through +the post just above the rudder. The runner irons are sharp. + + * * * * * + +ALFRED C. T.--The directions you require are in preparation, and will +appear in an early number of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + * * * * * + +CECIL X.--There is no limit to the age of our contributors, but we would +advise you to wait until you are a little older before you try to write +a story. + + * * * * * + +HARRY OLMSTEAD, W. F., AND E. N. HIGH.--There are so many kinds of +printing-presses for boys that the best thing for you to do is to notice +the advertisements which are in all newspapers, and send to different +manufacturers for catalogues, from which you can make your selection. + + * * * * * + +GEORGE C. D.--Dr. Kane penetrated to 81° 22' north latitude; but in 1827 +the English navigator Sir Edward Parry reached 82° 45' N., and in 1861 +Dr. Hayes reached the same latitude. Captain Hall has also penetrated +nearly as far north. In February, 1854, in about 78° N., Dr. Kane +experienced the unexampled temperature of -68°, or 100° below +freezing-point, and a still lower degree has been recorded by more +recent navigators. + + * * * * * + +B. G. G.--Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego are the most southern permanent +abodes of man.--Read Dana's _Geology_, and you will learn all about the +formation of the earth. If you find it difficult to understand, ask your +teacher to explain it to you. + + * * * * * + +ELMER. A.--The Seven Wonders of the World are generally given as +follows: the Colossus of Rhodes, Diana's Temple at Ephesus, the +Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, the Pyramids, the Pharos at Alexandria, the +Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Olympian Zeus. + + * * * * * + +G. H. ELDER, THEODORE HENNEMAN, J. B. WHITLOCK, AND OTHERS.--We would +gladly assist you to begin a collection of postage stamps, but it is +against our rules to give up space to the exchanges you propose. + + * * * * * + +LEWIS D.--Prescott's _History of Ferdinand and Isabella_ and Abbott's +_Romance of Spanish History_ are good books for you to read. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Alice M. H., Edna E. Harris, Paul Gray, +E. H. Shuster, Joseph A. Unruh, Lorena C. Emrich, R. Poe Smith, Harry +and Richard Bellam, W. K. M., L. C., Edmund H. B., Fred Dierking, +Florence McClure, Margaretta Mott, Wina James, Edgar E. Hyde, Nellie A. +Robson, Grace A. Hood, Etta B. Easton, Arthur McCain, Vina E. B., Fred +B., Bertram and Leroy S., Alice Ward, Melvin Rosenthal, A. V. H., +Johnnie E., Sarah A. W., Eva L. M., Clayton B., W. Hoey, Jun., Martha +M. I., Pet Wilcox, Gertrude and Albert F., C. Arnold, Frank Durston, +Grace T. Lyman, H. L. Van Norman, Marion P. Wiggin. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from J. F. W., John N. Howe, +T. M. Armstrong, M. P. Randolph, Charles Gaylor, Nellie V. Brainard, Cal +I. Forny, Bessie C. Morris, Walter P. Hiles, Blanche Anderson, Marie +Doyle, Isobel Jacob, S. Birdie Dorman, William and Mary Tiddy, Emma +Radford, W. H. Wolford, The Dawley Boys, "Lone Star," Willie F. Woolard, +A. C. Chapin, George Hayward, John Ogburn. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +ENIGMA. + + In cream, not in milk. + In chintz, not in silk. + In time, not in late. + In pencil, not in slate. + In atlas, not in book. + In sight, not in look. + In love, not in pity. + My whole an American city. + + WALTER. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE. + + A city in Great Britain. A country in Europe. A group of peaks in + the Pyrenees. A river in Asia. A range of mountains in Asia. A + river in Ireland. A letter. A river in England. A peak in the + Northwestern United States. A city in England founded by Ine, the + West Saxon King. A river in British America. A river in Asia. A + town and county in California. Centrals read downward spell the + name of a large sea. + + MARIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +ENIGMA. + + First in mouse, not in rat. + Second in dog, not in cat. + Third in house, not in lot. + Fourth in can, not in pot. + Fifth in owl, not in hawk. + Sixth in flower, not in stalk. + A famous city am I; + You'll guess me if you try. + + HERMIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +WORD SQUARES. + + 1. First, a package. Second, certain animals. Third, to jump. + Fourth, to perceive. + + 2. First, something that once laid in a famous house. Second, a + space. Third, a Shakspearean character. Fourth, sour. + + C. I. F. + + 3. First, the resting-place of an army. Second, an Asiatic sea. + Third, a companion. Fourth, an argument. + + CHARLES. + + 4. First, a picture. Second, something which often causes pain, and + yet no one likes to part with. Third, a river in Transylvania. + Fourth, passageways. Fifth, to efface. + + ANNIE. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 57. + +No. 1. + +United, untied. Cavern, craven. German, manger. Grandee, derange. +Neuter, tureen. Garnets, strange. Cruel, lucre. Derange, angered. +Master, stream. + +No. 2. + +1. Partridge. 2. Woodchuck. + +No. 3. + + E C H O S T A R + C R E W T A L E + H E E L A L O E + O W L S R E E L + + C R O W O U S E + R O P E U S E D + O P A L S E E D + W E L L E D D A + +No. 4. + +Nightingale. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 58. + +No. 1. + + T E N T + M E A T + W R A P + E P I C + +No. 2. + +Possunt quia posse videntur. + +No. 3. + +Atlantic Ocean. + + + + +NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG READERS. + + +_Drifting Round the World_[1] is a handsomely bound and illustrated +volume containing the adventures of a boy by sea and land. The countries +he traverses are those not often described in books of boyish travel. +Starting in a Cape Ann fishing schooner for Greenland, he is shipwrecked +on the coast of Labrador, contrives to reach Iceland, passes through +marvellous adventures in Russia and Siberia, sails for Alaska, and at +length reaches home by the overland route from San Francisco. The +strange countries through which Robert, the hero of this book, travels +are graphically described, and a great deal of information is conveyed +in a form especially delightful to boy readers. + + * * * * * + +A large number Of the new holiday books for little folks combine +amusement with instruction of one kind or another. A very interesting +volume, prettily bound and profusely illustrated with portraits and +other engravings, is _The Story of the United States Navy_,[2] by Mr. +Lossing, who has devoted many years to the study of American history, +and whose works on that subject are popular with readers of all ages. +The present volume, the substance of which has appeared in the columns +of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, is written especially for boys, and contains +many stirring accounts of famous naval engagements, of historical war +vessels, and of celebrated men whose heroic deeds add glory to the +history of our country. No better reading than is contained in this book +can be found for boys, as, while it is of absorbing interest, it tells +the story of many noble men whose example can not fail to awaken +patriotism and a desire to attain true manhood in the minds of American +boys in whose hands lies the future history of the United States. + + * * * * * + +Children will always ask questions, and their natural inquisitiveness +often goes beyond the knowledge of their elders. For this reason +parents, as well as the youthful questioners, will extend a hearty +welcome to _The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places_,[3] which +contains full information of all celebrated localities, and many +biographical notices of important personages of every period. This +volume, together with _The Cyclopædia of Common Things_, by the same +author, published a year ago, forms a library in which inquisitive +little folks will find answers to their most ingenious questions. + + * * * * * + +Boys and girls who are forming social clubs, which they wish to make +instructive as well as amusing, and yet are not sure of the best course +to follow, should provide themselves with _Stories of the Sea_,[4] which +they will find an excellent model. The book itself is very interesting. +A party of bright young people, with an older head to guide them, meet +together for Saturday afternoon talks on subjects connected with the +history of the seas. Libraries are explored for accounts of famous +navigators and naval heroes, and interesting readings are given from the +works of Navarrete (who wrote of the voyages of Columbus), Sir Walter +Raleigh, Southey, and other authors. These extracts are so fascinating +that young readers are pretty sure to hunt up the books from which they +are taken, in order to learn the whole of the story. Books like this do +more toward cultivating a taste for good reading than volumes of advice. + + * * * * * + +A delightful little book of American natural history is _Friends Worth +Knowing_,[5] which takes its young readers in search of snails of all +kinds, into the fields and woods to find wild mice and birds, over the +plains after buffalo, and tells them many curious things about the +habits of different animals. Interesting illustrations and an attractive +cover add to the value of this book for a pretty and cheap holiday +present. + + * * * * * + +Another charming book of travel, if a summer excursion may be so called, +is _Aboard the Mavis_,[6] in which a merry party of boys and girls +cruise around the eastern end of Long Island Sound in a yacht, making +occasional landings, and learning much about the early history of that +portion of the country. This book is profusely illustrated and +beautifully bound, and is an elegant holiday present for any girl or +boy. + + * * * * * + +For very little children nothing is prettier or more attractive than the +Christmas number of _Our Little Ones_, a monthly magazine edited by +"Oliver Optic," and published by the Russell Publishing Company, of +Boston. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] _Drifting Round the World_. By Captain C. W. HALL. Illustrated. 8vo, +pp. 372. Boston: Lee & Shepard. New York: Charles T. Dillingham. + +[2] _The Story of the United States Navy_. By BENSON J. LOSSING, LL.D. +Illustrated. 12mo, pp. 418. New York: Harper & Brothers. + +[3] _The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places_. By JOHN D. +CHAMPLIN, Jun. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 936. New York: Henry Holt & Co. + +[4] _Stories of the Sea_. By E. E. HALE. 8vo, pp. 302. Boston: Roberts +Brothers. + +[5] _Friends Worth Knowing_. By ERNEST INGERSOLL. Illustrated. Sq. 16mo, +pp. 258. New York: Harper & Brothers. + +[6] _Aboard the Mavis_. By RICHARD MARKHAM. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 240. +New York: Dodd, Mead, & Co. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +[Illustration: NEW-YEAR'S MORNING (PUSSY IN A MASK). + +Charley (_under bed, to Tommy ditto_). "D-d-don't b-be fr-frightened, +T-T-Tommy, I-I-I-I'm h-h-here."] + + + + +NEW-YEAR'S. + + +New-Year's presents and visits originated with the Romans, and their +gifts were symbolic. They were dried figs, dates, and honey, emblematic +of the sweetness of the auspices under which the year should begin its +course, and a small piece of money called stips, which foreboded riches. + + + + +SPOONS. + +A NEW GAME FROM THE GERMAN. + +BY G. B. BARTLETT. + + +A very funny new game has come to us from our German cousins, with the +odd title of Spoons, which is played as follows: One person takes his +stand in the centre of the room, with a handkerchief tied over his eyes, +and his hands extended before him, in each of which he holds a large +table-spoon. The other players march around him in single file, clapping +their hands in time to a tune which may be sung or played upon a piano +in any slow measure suitable for marching. When the blinded player calls +out "Spoons," all the others stop at once, and turn their faces toward +him. He then finds his way to any player that he can, and must ascertain +who he is by touching him with the spoons only, which he may use as he +pleases. If he guesses right, the person he has caught is obliged to +take his place in the centre. If he is wrong, he must try until he +succeeds, which it is easy to do with a little practice, especially if +the one who is caught joins in the universal laughter. + + * * * * * + +An old gentleman in Vienna, who was afraid of leaving his money in a +bank, two years ago concealed his savings, in the shape of twenty 1000 +florin notes, in a cupboard in his cellar. Last week it occurred to him +to go and see how his treasure was going on; but on doing this he +discovered, to his horror, that the mice had been making free with it, +and that only a small heap of fluffy dust remained of all his wealth. +The grief caused by this discovery was so great that the poor old man +threw himself out of his bedroom window, and broke his neck. Another +story is told of a lady who hid her property, consisting of a number of +United States greenbacks, in a satchel in her cupboard. She also, after +a time, found that a mouse had devoured part of the notes, and had used +the rest to line its nest; but in this case the meal had evidently +disagreed with the enterprising mouse, for it was lying dead in its +nest, the fact being that the arsenic which had been used to give the +green color to the notes had caused its death. In these days, when money +can easily and safely be deposited in savings-banks, it is very foolish +to hide it in holes and corners where it is liable to be lost. + + + + +CHARADE. + +BY H. + + + Mighty and cruel and strong is my first, + Beautiful too to behold; + But oh! it is false. Of traitors the worst, + Luring the hardy and bold. + Tranquil and lovely it smiles in your face, + Then drags you to death in its wild embrace. + + Feeble and weak is my second--a cry + Uttered by young, tender things; + Lovely to look at, they too may prove sly, + Darting with sudden, fierce springs; + Though never a smile plays over their face, + They _too_ drag to death in a wild embrace. + + Found is my whole where the wild waters roar-- + Old Ocean nurtures its race-- + Where beat the waves on the rocky shore, + Looking the wind in the face. + Happy, contented, my whole will play + In the gale and the storm the live-long day. + + + + +[Illustration: RECEIVING CALLS IN THE NURSERY.] + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, December 28, +1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 28, 1880 *** + +***** This file should be named 44596-8.txt or 44596-8.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/5/9/44596/ + +Produced by Annie R. 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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 www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, December 28, 1880 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 5, 2014 [EBook #44596] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 28, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + +</pre> + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_HAPPY_NEW_YEAR">A HAPPY NEW YEAR.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#PRINCE_CHARLIE">"PRINCE CHARLIE."</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_DOLLS_RECEPTION">A DOLLS' RECEPTION.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOBY_TYLER">TOBY TYLER;</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_NEW-YEARS_WELCOME">THE NEW-YEAR'S WELCOME.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#BEE-HUNTING">BEE-HUNTING.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SING_A_SONG_O_SIXPENCE">SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#HOW_SANTA_CLAUS_CAME">HOW SANTA CLAUS CAME.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MILDREDS_BARGAIN">MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#AN_EMPTY_STOCKING">AN EMPTY STOCKING.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#NEW-YEARS">NEW-YEAR'S.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SPOONS">SPOONS.</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"><a href="#CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 1000px;"> +<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="1000" height="386" alt="Banner: Harper's Young People" /> +</div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="100%" summary=""> +<tr><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Vol</span>. II.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 61.</td><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Published by</span> HARPER & BROTHERS, <span class="smcap">New York</span>.</td><td align="right"><span class="smcap">Price Four Cents</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align="left">Tuesday, December 28, 1880.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1880, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr class="full" /> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="600" height="578" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE FIRST NEW-YEAR'S CALL.—<span class="smcap">See Next Page</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="A_HAPPY_NEW_YEAR" id="A_HAPPY_NEW_YEAR">A HAPPY NEW YEAR.</a></h2> + +<p>On the first page of this New-Year's number of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> is +a picture of the first New-Year's call of the season, which is one made +at the door of every house in the land just as the clock strikes twelve +on New-Year's Eve.</p> + +<p>The little fur-clad figure knocking for admittance is that of New Year +himself, Master Eighteen Eighty-One, laden with promises and good wishes +that will, we hope, insure him a warm welcome from the sleepy watchers +within the cozy room to which he seeks to enter. Even Miss Dolly, whom +the children have left on the cricket in the corner to watch the old +year out and the new one in, and who does not look at all sleepy, will +welcome the little stranger in her own way, and he will quickly be made +to feel at home.</p> + +<p>Now watch for him, dear children; he will surely come to every door, and +when he arrives, welcome him warmly, and make up your minds to do +everything in your power to make him the very happiest New Year that +ever was.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="PRINCE_CHARLIE" id="PRINCE_CHARLIE">"PRINCE CHARLIE."</a></h2> + +<h3>BY KATHERINE KAMERON.</h3> + +<p>Christmas was over. The twins, Allan and Jessie, had romped and played +away the whole delightful day, in doors and out.</p> + +<p>Wonderful to tell, they had wearied of all the pretty new toys, and +found an end to play. After tea they sat quietly in the fire-glow, +talking with mamma about the beautiful new picture that was her gift to +them. It was a charming group of gayly dressed children—little Princes +and a Princess, the children of the unhappy King Charles I. of England. +The tallest was a handsome boy, in a suit of scarlet velvet, with a +broad collar of rich old lace. He held by the hand a tiny tot, in a +frilled cap and a dress of blue silk, who timidly clung to the +protecting arm of his big brother. The third was a quaint little damsel +in a robe of creamy satin, standing with her dainty hands demurely +folded before her. Her long stately dress touched the floor with its +border of Vandyck points, and her small head was curiously dressed in a +by-gone courtly fashion. About her pretty throat was a necklace of +costly pearls, and she looked the perfect model of a tiny old-time lady +of high degree. A pair of graceful spaniels crouched at the feet of the +children, and behind them was a curtain of some rich foreign stuff. The +fire-light flashed on the sweet young faces and shining auburn hair, +touching the waves and curls, while the shadows danced and nickered +until it seemed to Allan that the bright eyes smiled back to him as he +looked up. It was like a pleasant dream, and Allan's blue eyes grew +slowly dim and dimmer. Jessie's eyelids had been drooping from the time +mamma began to tell about the royal children, and directly the twins +were fast asleep. Papa came in, and mamma laughed with him at the effect +of her story, and then the little sleepers were playfully shaken until +they were wide awake enough to walk up stairs.</p> + +<p>There was a sleepy good-night kiss all around, a double "Now I lay me," +and two heads nestled down on two soft pillows, and the long delightful +Christmas-day was quite gone.</p> + +<p>In almost no time Allan felt a hand on his shoulder, and a voice said, +softly, "Allan, Allan, wake up, my man, and come and show me about the +things."</p> + +<p>Allan turned over, rubbed his dazed eyes, and then jumped straight up in +bed, winking and blinking in wonder at what he saw. Standing beside his +bed was a handsome lad, about his own size, in a scarlet velvet suit. +The stranger was laughing merrily at his surprise, as he spoke again: +"My good fellow, don't sit staring at me, but put on your doublet and +the rest, and come on. We have not long to stay." At this, Allan glanced +through the open door of Jessie's room, and there by her bed he saw in +the moonlight the dainty little dame in the trailing satin. She was +whispering to Jessie. In an instant the visitors vanished hand in hand +through the doorway, and the children heard their soft footfalls on the +stairway. "Prince Charlie! Princess Mary!" was all they said, but they +fairly danced into their clothes, and then ran quickly down to the +library; and when the door opened, what a strange sight met their +astonished eyes! There was a famous fire in the grate, and by the bright +blaze they saw Prince Charlie mounted, on the new velocipede, tugging at +the bridle, and cracking his whip until it snapped again, but the queer +steed moved not a pace. The little Princess sat holding +Nannette—Jessie's French doll—speechless with delight. She turned the +pretty head from side to side, she moved the arms and feet, she examined +the tiny kid boots with their high heels. Then she admired the long +gloves with no end of buttons, and the scrap of a bonnet, made of shreds +of flower and feather in a wonderful way, and perched on a high tower of +fluffy flossy hair.</p> + +<p>"Do you like it, Princess Mary?" asked Jessie, most respectfully.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it is bonny," was the answer; "so much prettier than any I ever +saw. Is your father a great King, and does he have such wonderful dolls +made for you?" she asked.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear me, no, Princess," said Jessie, hastily, and wanting very much +to laugh. "My father is a great doctor, though. We have no Kings in our +country."</p> + +<p>"No Kings!" echoed the little lady, incredulously. "Who reigns, then? +But do not say Princess every time; call me Mary. We must go back so +soon, and I have a hundred questions to ask about so many strange +things. We are very tired of looking at them from up there," glancing at +the picture.</p> + +<p>"Indeed, we have longed to get down close by you ever since we came," +exclaimed the Prince. "I am sure you saw us smile at you last evening," +he added.</p> + +<p>"So I was right," cried Allan, joyfully. "I thought so;" and looking up +to the picture, he saw the pretty spaniels quite alone against the rich +drapery. They were huddled together in a lonely way, a silky heap of +noses and paws. At Prince Charlie's voice one of them threw up his head +for a dismal howl, but at a sign from his young master he patiently +curled down to wait.</p> + +<p>The Princess missed Jamie, and turned to look for him. There, in a +corner on the floor, sat the baby Duke, in his sky-blue silk, dancing +Jessie's droll Japanese "Ning-Ping" until the limp arms and legs fairly +flew. He stopped a moment to look into the narrow sleepy eyes, and to +touch the long braid that hung down behind, and the stiff little fringe, +like a brush, on top of the queer head, and then again the legs and arms +rattled a tune, while Jamie's round, solemn eyes seemed not even to +wink, so intent and wondering was his look. In the mean time his stately +sister held Nannette close in her arms, as she moved about, looking, +listening, and questioning.</p> + +<p>Just then Jamie called, softly, "Charlie! Charlie! Mary! come and see."</p> + +<p>The little fellow had found a box of jointed wooden animals and people. +He was twisting the legs and arms and paws and wings into all manner of +shapes, and then standing up the funny wry shapes, and laughing in high +glee.</p> + +<p>Allan noticed how quietly they all spoke and moved. Even when they +laughed heartily, or called out, they did not make any loud noise. He +wondered if it was being pictures so long had made them so still.</p> + +<p>Presently Jessie took her lacquered box, full of small treasures, from +the table to the sofa, where the two girls cozily seated themselves. All +of the simple, pretty things<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> seemed equally new and curious to the +little stranger. Jessie tried to have the Princess Mary keep a few +trifles which she seemed most to admire, but in vain; she only drew up +her small quaint figure, and said, quietly, "A Princess may not accept +gifts." Somehow, although she smiled graciously, this little speech +troubled Jessie, who feared she had been rude, although she did not in +the least know how.</p> + +<p>Duke Jamie had in the mean time wearied of his wooden people, and went +wandering about in his baby fashion, but never for a moment dropping +Ning-Ping. Just then he spied his brother careering around on the +velocipede, having learned from Allan how to manage it. Of course Jamie +cried for a ride, and fortunately got it. While the Prince was whirling +round, Allan had wound up his engine with the long train of passenger +coaches, and sent it spinning across the floor in front of the fire. In +a twinkling Prince Charlie jumped down to see the new wonder. The +Princess at once lifted Jamie astride of the strange steed, and with one +arm about him, walked in a motherly way by his side, pushing the curious +vehicle.</p> + +<p>"What is this long carriage?" asked young Royalty.</p> + +<p>"Only a steam-engine and train of cars," was the reply.</p> + +<p>"But where is the steam?" said the Prince.</p> + +<p>"Oh, there is none here; this goes by wheels, like a clock; but the real +cars that we travel on run by steam."</p> + +<p>The long train began to creep slowly, and the wheels whirred and buzzed +a little in running down. Allan handed the key to his guest, and Prince +Charlie wound it up with a zest, and watched it awhile; then he turned +to Allan with, "I say, how do they run by steam?"</p> + +<p>"Why, the steam is made by the fire under the engine boiler, like a big +tea-kettle," explained Allan, carefully, and feeling like a professor; +"this turns the engine wheels somehow, and the cars being all fast to +it, they go like lightning almost."</p> + +<p>He soon bethought himself of his little engine, and in a few minutes it +was steaming up, with the piston-rod pumping and the wheels whizzing, +and the Prince quite lost in wonder. It was a very novel and pleasant +sensation to know so much more than a royal Prince, and Allan enjoyed it +hugely. Looking about him for new marvels, he chanced on his +printing-press. The fire-light was dying out, and it was too dark for +type-setting, so he quickly struck a match and lighted the gas jet. When +he turned, his guests stood stupefied and open-mouthed with most unroyal +amazement.</p> + +<p>The Prince gasped out, "Sister, did you see him set fire to a hole? +Surely he did it, and with a dry splinter."</p> + +<p>The Princess turned quite pale. "Are the walls full of fire?" she asked, +anxiously, hugging baby Jamie closely.</p> + +<p>This was, indeed, like magic to the royal pair, and, truth to tell, the +young magician was nearly as much at a loss to explain the phenomenon.</p> + +<p>"It is gas, only gas," said Allan.</p> + +<p>"And what in the name of all the saints is this gas?" returned the +Prince.</p> + +<p>"Oh, something that is made from coal, and runs in tubes in the wall, +and burns in the air like oil," said Allan. "It is not loose; it can not +get out of the tubes. It is quite safe," he assured the frightened +Princess, "and the dry splinter has something on the tip—phosphorus, I +think—that fires when it is scraped." Thus re-assured, the royal pair +amused themselves for some time drawing matches, quite like common +children. After this Allan introduced his treadle press, and soon the +boys were deep in the mysteries of type-setting, inking, and taking +impressions. The Prince wondered greatly at a printing-press for a boy's +pastime, and still more to see it revolve so rapidly.</p> + +<p>"I once went," he said, "to see them print our London weekly. They had +no treadle, for the press was worked by hand; but then they had famous +printers there, and plenty of them, you see, and could send out a +thousand papers in a day," and he looked to Allan for admiration.</p> + +<p>"That was doing very well," was the calm response; "but with a treadle I +could work off about twice as many myself. In our country we use steam +to drive every sort of machine, and to-day our Yankee presses just buzz +round, and throw about eight thousand or ten thousand newspapers an +hour, all cut and folded."</p> + +<p>"Don't! don't!" cried Prince Charlie; "that is a little faster than I +can think. I am sure there can't be people enough to read so many. I +should lose my breath in your fast country. What, pray, is the use of +driving things like lightning? Let us try those cards; and now go slow, +my man, and let me see how you do it."</p> + +<p>Very soon they had printed, in old English type, "Charles Stuart, 1640," +and in a neat script, "Allan Wallace, 1880." The Prince decided he would +rather have the treadle press than anything he had yet seen.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile Jessie was doing her best to entertain the Princess Mary, who +had watched all of these wonders in her quiet way, holding Jamie by the +hand lest he should get into mischief. After the gas-lighting she was +more careful of him than ever, fearing some harm might befall the baby +brother in this new world of strange ways.</p> + +<p>But shortly after this a sharp cry made them all start; Jamie had caught +his busy, plump little hand in a wheel; he could not release it, and was +screaming with fright. Princess Mary ran to his relief.</p> + +<p>"What may this be?" she asked, when Jamie was soothed again. "Is it a +spinning-wheel?"</p> + +<p>"Indeed no," said Jessie; "I should be very glad to see one; but this is +a sewing-machine."</p> + +<p>"A what?" exclaimed her guest.</p> + +<p>But Jessie, for answer, had opened the cover, and taking two strips of +cloth from a drawer, began to stitch a seam at a flying speed. She was +very proud of this accomplishment, having but just learned. "I can play +better on this than on the piano," she remarked. The swift wheel whirled +while she talked, and the long seam flew from under the needle, and in +an instant was done. The trio stood in amazement, little Jamie being +spell-bound by the flying wheel.</p> + +<p>"Wonderful! wonderful!" cried Prince Charlie; "this is magic."</p> + +<p>The Princess asked, eagerly, "May I try it?"</p> + +<p>Jessie rose at once. The little lady daintily drew aside her satin robe, +and put her small shoes on the treadle. With the help of Jessie the +wheel was soon spinning briskly. The low hum and whir grew rapidly +louder. "What!" cried the Prince, "a tune?" and, wondering, Allan heard +the swift humming change to a lively measure. Louder and clearer it +rose, till the leal old Scotch ballad, "Wha'll be King but Charlie?" +rang out right gayly. The Prince seemed overjoyed, and directly began a +merry whistle to the loud swift music of the wheel.</p> + +<p>"What a stunning whistle!" commented Allan, admiringly. Higher and +clearer it rose, nearer and shriller it came, until it sounded close +into his very ear, piercing its sharp way like a steel point. He +started, and sprang aside to escape it; then it suddenly stopped.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, is it possible you are awake at last?" said a cheery voice. +"You go down to your work like one of the Seven Sleepers. Here I've been +whistling 'Wha'll be King but Charlie?' right in your very ear, long +enough to wake the Sleeping Beauty herself." It was his father who +spoke. There he stood by Allan's bedside, laughing and tossing the +covers off from the bewildered boy. "Listen, sleepy-head; your mother +has been playing the same tune for ten minutes at least on the library +piano. She says the new picture brought back the old tune. Come, sir, +breakfast is waiting. Dress on the double-quick, you sluggard."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 749px;"><a name="A_DOLLS_RECEPTION" id="A_DOLLS_RECEPTION"></a> +<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="749" height="1000" alt="" /> +</div> + +<h2>A DOLLS' RECEPTION.</h2> + +<p>A few days before Christmas there was given in New York a dolls' +reception in aid of the Sea-side Sanitarium—the charity that takes poor +children of the great city to the sea-side for a few days each summer.</p> + +<p>This reception was given in a hall on Thirty-third Street, and consisted +of a series of tableaux, in which all the characters were represented by +the most lovely and exquisitely dressed French dolls. These tableaux +were shown in dainty booths tastefully draped and decorated, so that the +effect was extremely pretty, and the reception furnished a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> novel and +delightful entertainment to the children who attended it in throngs +during the three days that it lasted.</p> + +<p>At the "Birthday Party" the name of each doll-guest appeared on a dainty +little dinner card laid beside each plate.</p> + +<p>Mother Goose and her children were dressed in the costumes with which +innumerable picture-books have made every child familiar.</p> + +<p>The dolls had their Christmas tree as well as children; and, mounted on +a ladder, Santa Claus (a doll's Santa Claus, you know) made believe +distribute beautiful Christmas gifts.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="TOBY_TYLER" id="TOBY_TYLER">[Begun in No. 58 of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>TOBY TYLER;</h2> + +<h2>OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS.</h2> + +<h3>BY JAMES OTIS.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter III</span>.</h3> + +<h3>THE NIGHT RIDE.</h3> + +<p>The wagon on which Mr. Lord was to send his new-found employé was, by +the most singular chance, the one containing the monkeys, and Toby +accepted this as a good omen. He would be near his venerable friend all +night, and there was some consolation in that. The driver instructed the +boy to watch his movements, and when he saw him leading his horses +around, "to look lively, and be on hand, for he never waited for any +one."</p> + +<p>Toby not only promised to do as ordered, but he followed the driver +around so closely that, had he desired, he could not have rid himself of +his little companion.</p> + +<p>The scene which presented itself to Toby's view was strange and weird in +the extreme. Shortly after he had attached himself to the man with whom +he was to ride, the performance was over, and the work of putting the +show and its belongings into such a shape as could be conveyed from one +town to another was soon in active operation. Toby forgot his grief, +forgot that he was running away from the only home he had ever known—in +fact, forgot everything concerning himself—so interested was he in that +which was going on about him.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 321px;"> +<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="321" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">TOBY'S FIRST NIGHT RIDE.—<span class="smcap">Drawn by W. A. Rogers</span>.</span> +</div> + +<p>As soon as the audience had got out of the tent—and almost before—the +work of taking down the canvas was begun.</p> + +<p>Torches were stuck in the earth at regular intervals, the lights that +had shone so brilliantly in and around the ring had been extinguished, +the canvas sides had been taken off, and the boards that had formed the +seats were being packed into one of the carts with a rattling sound that +seemed as if a regular fusillade of musketry was being indulged in. Men +were shouting; horses were being driven hither and thither, harnessed to +the wagons, or drawing the huge carts away as soon as they had been +loaded; and everything seemed in the greatest state of confusion, while +really the work was being done in the most systematic manner possible.</p> + +<p>Toby had not long to wait before the driver informed him that the time +for starting had arrived, and assisted him to climb up to the narrow +seat whereon he was to ride that night.</p> + +<p>The scene was so exciting, and his efforts to stick to the narrow seat +so great, that he really had no time to attend to the homesick feeling +that had crept over him during the first part of the evening.</p> + +<p>The long procession of carts and wagons drove slowly out of the town, +and when the last familiar house had been passed the driver spoke to +Toby for the first time since they started.</p> + +<p>"Pretty hard work to keep on—eh, sonny?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," replied the boy, as the team ran over a rock, bounced him high in +the air, and he, by strenuous efforts, barely succeeded in alighting on +the seat again, "it is pretty hard work; an' my name's Toby Tyler."</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> + +<p>Toby heard a queer sound that seemed to come from the man's throat, and +for a few moments he feared that his companion was choking. But he soon +understood that this was simply an attempt to laugh, and he at once +decided that it was a very poor style of laughing.</p> + +<p>"So you object to being called sonny, do you?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I'd rather be called Toby, for, you see, that's my name."</p> + +<p>"All right, my boy; we'll call you Toby. I suppose you thought it was a +mighty fine thing to run away an' jine a circus, didn't you?"</p> + +<p>Toby started in affright, looked around cautiously, and then tried to +peer down through the small square aperture, guarded by iron rods, that +opened into the cage just back of the seat they were sitting on. Then he +turned slowly around to the driver, and asked, in a voice sunk to a +whisper: "How did you know that I was runnin' away? Did he tell you?" +and Toby motioned with his thumb as if he were pointing out some one +behind him.</p> + +<p>It was the driver's turn now to look around in search of the "he" +referred to by Toby.</p> + +<p>"Who do you mean?" asked the man, impatiently.</p> + +<p>"Why, the old feller; the one in the cart there. I think he knew I was +runnin' away, though he didn't say anything about it; but he looked just +as if he did."</p> + +<p>The driver looked at Toby in perfect amazement for a moment, and then, +as if suddenly understanding the boy, he relapsed into one of those +convulsive efforts that caused the blood to rush up into his face, and +gave him every appearance of having a fit.</p> + +<p>"You must mean one of the monkeys," said the driver, after he had +recovered his breath, which had been almost shaken out of his body by +the silent laughter. "So you thought a monkey had told me what any fool +could have seen if he had watched you for five minutes?"</p> + +<p>"Well," said Toby, slowly, as if he feared he might provoke one of those +terrible laughing spells again, "I saw him to-night, an' he looked as if +he knew what I was doin'; so I up an' told him, an' I didn't know but +he'd told you, though he didn't look to me like a feller that would be +mean."</p> + +<p>There was another internal shaking on the part of the driver, which Toby +did not fear as much, since he was getting accustomed to it, and then +the man said, "Well, you are the queerest little cove I ever saw."</p> + +<p>"I s'pose I am," was the reply, accompanied by a long-drawn sigh. "I +don't seem to amount to so much as the other fellers do, an' I guess +it's because I'm always hungry: you see, I eat awful, Uncle Dan'l says."</p> + +<p>The only reply which the driver made to this plaintive confession was to +put his hand down into the deepest recesses of one of his deep pockets, +and to draw therefrom a huge doughnut, which he handed to his companion.</p> + +<p>Toby was so much at his ease by this time that the appetite which had +failed him at supper had now returned in full force, and he devoured the +doughnut in a most ravenous manner.</p> + +<p>"You're too small to eat so fast," said the man, in a warning tone, as +the last morsel of the greasy sweetness disappeared, and he fished up +another for the boy. "Some time you'll get hold of one of the India +rubber doughnuts that they feed to circus people, an' choke yourself to +death."</p> + +<p>Toby shook his head, and devoured this second cake as quickly as he had +the first, craning his neck, and uttering a funny little squeak as the +last bit went down, just as a chicken does when he gets too large a +mouthful of dough.</p> + +<p>"I'll never choke," he said, confidently; "I'm used to it; and Uncle +Dan'l says I could eat a pair of boots an' never wink at 'em; but I +don't just believe that."</p> + +<p>As the driver made no reply to this remark, Toby curled himself up on +one corner of the seat, and watched with no little interest all that was +passing on around him. Each one of the wagons had a lantern fastened to +the hind axle, and these lights could be seen far ahead on the road, as +if a party of fire-flies had started in single file on an excursion. The +trees by the side of the road stood out weird and ghostly-looking in the +darkness, and the rumble of the carts ahead and behind formed a musical +accompaniment to the picture that sounded strangely doleful.</p> + +<p>Mile after mile was passed over in perfect silence, save now and then +when the driver would whistle a few bars of some very dismal tune that +would fairly make Toby shiver with its mournfulness. Eighteen miles was +the distance from Guilford to the town where the next performance of the +circus was to be given, and as Toby thought of the ride before them, it +seemed as if the time would be almost interminable. He curled himself up +on one corner of the seat, and tried very hard to go to sleep; but just +as his eyes began to grow heavy, the wagon would jolt over some rock or +sink deep in some rut, till Toby, the breath very nearly shaken out of +his body, and his neck almost dislocated, would sit bolt-upright, +clinging to the seat with both hands, as if he expected each moment to +be pitched out into the mud.</p> + +<p>The driver watched him closely, and each time that he saw him shaken up +and awakened so thoroughly he would indulge in one of his silent +laughing spells, until Toby would wonder whether he would ever recover +from it. Several times had Toby been awakened, and each time he had seen +the amusement his sufferings caused, until he finally resolved to put an +end to the sport by keeping awake.</p> + +<p>"What is your name?" he asked of the driver, thinking a conversation +would be the best way to rouse himself into wakefulness.</p> + +<p>"Wa'al," said the driver, as he gathered the reins carefully in one +hand, and seemed to be debating in his mind how he should answer the +question, "I don't know as I know myself, it's been so long since I've +heard it."</p> + +<p>Toby was wide enough awake now, as this rather singular problem was +forced upon his mind. He revolved the matter silently for some moments, +and at last he asked, "What do folks call you when they want to speak to +you?"</p> + +<p>"They always call me old Ben, an' I've got so used to the name that I +don't need any other."</p> + +<p>Toby wanted very much to ask more questions, but he wisely concluded +that it would not be agreeable to his companion.</p> + +<p>"I'll ask the old man about it," said Toby to himself, referring to the +aged monkey, whom he seemed to feel acquainted with; "he most likely +knows, if he'll say anything." After this the conversation ceased, until +Toby again ventured to suggest, "It's a pretty long drive, hain't it?"</p> + +<p>"You want to wait till you've been in this business a year or two," said +Ben, sagely, "an' then you won't think much of it. Why, I've known the +show towns to be thirty miles apart, an' them was the times when we had +lively work of it: riding all night and working all day kind of wears on +a fellow."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I s'pose so," said Toby, with a sigh, as he wondered whether he +had got to work as hard as that; "but I suppose you get all you want to +eat, don't you?"</p> + +<p>"Now you've struck it," said Ben, with the air of one about to impart a +world of wisdom, as he crossed one leg over the other, that his position +might be as comfortable as possible while he was initiating his young +companion into the mysteries of the life. "I've had all the boys ride +with me since I've been with this show, an' I've tried to start them +right; but they didn't seem to profit by it, an' always got sick of the +show, an' run away, just because they didn't look out for themselves as +they ought<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> to. Now listen to me, Toby, an' remember what I say. You +see, they put us all in a hotel together, an' some of these places where +we go don't have any too much stuff on the table. Whenever we strike a +new town, you find out at the hotel what time they have the grub ready, +an' you be on hand so's to get in with the first. Eat all you can, an' +fill your pockets."</p> + +<p>"If that's all a feller has to do to travel with a circus," said Toby, +"I'm just the one, 'cause I always used to do just that when I hadn't +any idea of bein' a circus man."</p> + +<p>"Then you'll get along all right," said Ben, as he checked the speed of +his horses, and, looking carefully ahead, said, as he guided his team to +one side of the road, "This is as far as we're going to-night."</p> + +<p>Toby learned that they were within a couple of miles of the town, and +that the entire procession would remain by the road-side until time to +make the grand entrée into the village, when every wagon, horse, and man +would be decked out in the most gorgeous array, as they had been when +they entered Guilford.</p> + +<p>Under Ben's direction he wrapped himself in an old horse-blanket, lay +down on the top of the wagon, and he was so tired from the excitement of +the day and night that he had hardly stretched out at full length before +he was fast asleep.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="THE_NEW-YEARS_WELCOME" id="THE_NEW-YEARS_WELCOME">THE NEW-YEAR'S WELCOME.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY MARY D. BRINE.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring, bells, ring! for the King is here;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring, bells, ring! for the glad New Year.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">He mounts his throne with a smiling face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His sceptre lifts with majestic grace.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring for the joy his advent brings;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring for the happy songs he sings;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring for the promises sweet and true</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With which we gladden our hearts anew.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The new-born Year is a happy fellow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">His voice is sweet, and low, and mellow;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With the Christmas holly his head is crowned,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">With the Christmas blessings we'll wrap him round.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then ring, bells, ring! for the joyous day—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">The Past lies silent, the Present is gay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Ring out your merriest, cheer after cheer,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">To welcome the birth of the Happy New Year!</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="BEE-HUNTING" id="BEE-HUNTING">BEE-HUNTING.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY JIMMY BROWN.</h3> + +<p>The more I see of this world the hollower I find everybody. I don't mean +that people haven't got their insides in them, but they are so +dreadfully ungrateful. No matter how kind and thoughtful any one may be, +they never give him any credit for it. They will pretend to love you and +call you "dear Jimmy what a fine manly boy come here and kiss me" and +then half an hour afterward they'll say "where's that little wretch let +me just get hold of him O! I'll let him know." Deceit and ingratitude +are the monster vices of the age and they are rolling over our beloved +land like the flood. (I got part of that elegant language from the +temperance lecturer last week, but I improved it a good deal.)</p> + +<p>There is Aunt Sarah. The uncle that belonged to her died two years ago +and she's awfully rich. She comes to see us sometimes with Tommy—that's +her boy, a little fellow ten years old—and you ought to see how mother +and Sue wait on her and how pleasant father is when she's in the room. +Now she always said that she loved me like her own son. She'd say to +father "How I envy you that noble boy what a comfort he must be to you," +and father would say "Yes he has some charming qualities" and look as if +he hadn't laid onto me with his cane that very morning and told me that +my conduct was such. You'll hardly believe that just because I did the +very best I could and saved her precious Tommy from an apple grave, Aunt +Sarah says I'm a young Cain and knows I'll come to the gallows.</p> + +<p>She came to see us last Friday, and on Saturday I was going bee-hunting. +I read all about it in a book. You take an axe and go out-doors and +follow a bee, and after a while the bee takes you to a hollow tree full +of honey and you cut the tree down and carry the honey home in thirty +pails and sell it for ever so much. I and Sam McGinnis were going and +Aunt Sarah says "O take Tommy with you the dear child would enjoy it so +much." Of course no fellow that's twelve years old wants a little chap +like that tagging after him but mother spoke up and said that I'd be +delighted to take Tommy and so I couldn't help myself.</p> + +<p>We stopped in the wood-shed and borrowed father's axe and then we found +a bee. The bee wouldn't fly on before us in a straight line but kept +lighting on everything, and once he lit on Sam's hand and stung him +good. However we chased the bee lively and by-and-by he started for his +tree and we ran after him. We had just got to the old dead apple-tree in +the pasture when we lost the bee and we all agreed that his nest must be +in the tree. It's an awfully big old tree, and it's all rotted away on +one side so that it stands as if it was ready to fall over any minute.</p> + +<p>Nothing would satisfy Tommy but to climb that tree. We told him he'd +better let a bigger fellow do it but he wouldn't listen to reason. So we +gave him a boost and he climbed up to where the tree forked and then he +stood up and began to say something when he disappeared. We thought he +had fallen out of the tree and we ran round to the other side to pick +him up but he wasn't there. Sam said it was witches but I knew he must +be somewhere so I climbed up the tree and looked.</p> + +<p>He had slipped down into the hollow of the tree and was wedged in tight. +I could just reach his hair but it was so short that I couldn't get a +good hold so as to pull him out. Wasn't he scared though! He howled and +said "O take me out I shall die," and Sam wanted to run for the doctor.</p> + +<p>I told Tommy to be patient and I'd get him out. So I slid down the tree +and told Sam that the only thing to do was to cut the tree down and then +open it and take Tommy out. It was such a rotten tree I knew it would +come down easy. So we took turns chopping, and the fellow who wasn't +chopping kept encouraging Tommy by telling him that the tree was 'most +ready to fall. After working an hour the tree began to stagger and +presently down she came with an awful crash and burst into a million +pieces.</p> + +<p>Sam and I said Hurray! and then we poked round in the dust till we found +Tommy. He was all over red dust and was almost choked, but he was +awfully mad. Just because some of his ribs were broke—so the doctor +said—he forgot all Sam and I had done for him. I shouldn't have minded +that much, because you don't expect much from little boys, but I did +think his mother would have been grateful when we brought him home and +told her what we had done. Then I found what all her professions were +worth. She called father and told him that I and the other miscurrent +had murdered her boy. Sam was so frightened at the awful name she called +him that he ran home, and father told me I could come right up stairs +with him.</p> + +<p>They couldn't have treated me worse if I'd let Tommy stay in the tree +and starve to death. I almost wish I had done it. It does seem as if the +more good a boy does the more the grown folks pitch into him. The moment +Sue is married to Mr. Travers I mean to go and live with him. He never +scolds, and always says that Susan's brother is as dear to him as his +own, though he hasn't got any.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> + +<h2><a name="SING_A_SONG_O_SIXPENCE" id="SING_A_SONG_O_SIXPENCE">SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE.</a></h2> + +<h3>DRAWN BY R. CALDECOTT.</h3> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 349px;"> +<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="349" height="400" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Sing a Song o' Sixpence,</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="400" height="212" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">A Pocketful of Rye;</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="400" height="199" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Baked in a Pie.</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="400" height="458" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">When the Pie was opened,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">The Birds began to sing;</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="400" height="456" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">Was not that a dainty Dish</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">To set before the King?</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="400" height="453" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The King was in his Counting-house</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Counting out his Money.</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="400" height="453" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The Queen was in the Parlor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Eating Bread and Honey.</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="400" height="451" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">The Maid was in the Garden,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">Hanging out the Clothes;</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;"> +<img src="images/ill_013.jpg" width="350" height="297" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">There came a little Blackbird,</span><br /><br /><br /> +</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_014.jpg" width="400" height="177" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And nipped off her Nose.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 25em;">But there came a Jenny Wren</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 26em;">And popped it on again.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p><div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/ill_015.jpg" width="400" height="224" alt="" /> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="HOW_SANTA_CLAUS_CAME" id="HOW_SANTA_CLAUS_CAME">HOW SANTA CLAUS CAME.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD.</h3> + +<p>"Now, Don," said Rad Burnell, dolefully, "do you believe any kind of a +snow-storm could stop Santa Claus?"</p> + +<p>"From coming?"</p> + +<p>"Well, yes, that's it. I heard father tell mother 'he' couldn't get here +in time, and I know he meant something about Christmas, by the way he +looked at Petish and Molly."</p> + +<p>"Was Berry there?"</p> + +<p>"She was sound asleep in the cradle, and mother said, 'Berry won't care, +but it'll be a dispoint for the rest of 'em.'"</p> + +<p>"It's an awful snow-storm, Rad, but I guess Santa Claus'll come, for all +of that."</p> + +<p>Just a little later, Mr. Burnell said to his wife, "I'm sorry we didn't +get our things in the village, Maria; but it's too late now. Don't say +anything to the children. It'll be bad enough when it comes."</p> + +<p>Nobody else heard him, but Mrs. Burnell looked as if she wanted to cry.</p> + +<p>That was one of the whitest nights anybody in the world ever saw, for +the snow had thrown the thickest kind of a white blanket over +everything. Some of the roads were drifted level from fence to fence, +and the railroads were having a tremendous time of it. Anything so black +as a locomotive could hardly feel at home, pushing its way along through +so white a country or into so white a village as Middleville was that +Christmas-eve.</p> + +<p>It was a dreadfully long night, and Petish woke up three times, and +tried to make herself believe it was morning. The last time she heard +the great clock in the Academy steeple, on the village green, pounding +away at its task of telling what time it was.</p> + +<p>"I'll count," said Petish. +"Nine—twelve—seven—fourteen—fiveteen—six—I guess it's 'most time +to get up. Must be it's Christmas now."</p> + +<p>Just then she heard a noise in the next room, and she listened with all +her ears. First it was a rustle, and then the loudest kind of a +whisper—loud enough to have been heard in daytime.</p> + +<p>"Rad! Rad! it's just struck five. Let's take a scoot down stairs and see +about it. We can hurry right back again."</p> + +<p>"They're pulling on their stockings," said Petish. "I'll get up and pull +on mine, but I won't let them see me."</p> + +<p>She tried very hard to get up without waking Molly; but it was of no +use, for Molly's sleep had been begun at the right time, and was fairly +over now, considering that it was Christmas morning.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Petish, what are you going to do?"</p> + +<p>"'Sh! 'sh! Molly. The boys are going down stairs to look, and I'm going +too. Lie still."</p> + +<p>But Molly was two years older than Petish, and she wouldn't lie still. +She was out on the floor in a twinkling, and she made Petish wrap +herself all up in a blanket, and she pretty nearly buried her own chubby +shape in a comfortable.</p> + +<p>That was about what Rad and Don had done already, and they were now +carefully creeping down stairs in the dark.</p> + +<p>The door of the front parlor was nearest the foot of the stairs, and the +boys left it open after them when they went in, but Molly and Petish +closed it very softly and carefully the moment they were safe in the +dim, gloomy parlor. The boys were just beyond the folding-doors at that +moment, and did not see that they were followed.</p> + +<p>Berry was sound asleep in her crib, within reach of her mother, or she +would have heard her say, just then, "Oh, John, it's a dreadful +disappointment! What will those poor children do?"</p> + +<p>"Poor Petish!" said Mr. Burnell. "We can explain it to the boys, and +they can wait, and to Molly, but it'll be bad enough for any of 'em."</p> + +<p>"But Petish'll break her little heart if she finds that Santa Claus +hasn't come."</p> + +<p>"It'll be almost as much of a disappointment to Aunt Sally and Frank. I +hope they'll bring Mid with them when they come."</p> + +<p>"Of course they will."</p> + +<p>Now that had been a very long, white, beautiful, dark night, and a great +many queer things had happened in it. They are sure to, in any "night +before Christmas"; but there had been a wonderfully deep snow-storm.</p> + +<p>Away on toward morning, just when the Academy clock was trying to make +sound-asleep people hear that it was really four, a tired-out and +frosty-looking railway train came smoking and coughing up to the +platform at the village railway station.</p> + +<p>It did not stop long, but some people got out of one of the +sleeping-cars, and some baggage was tumbled out of the baggage-car, and +a sleepy man with a lantern said: "Yes, sir. Carriage yer in a minute, +sir. All right."</p> + +<p>"We don't want any carriage, my man. Take our checks, and have our +trunks brought over to Mr. Burnett's before seven o'clock. We'll walk +right there now. Come, Sally. Come along, Mid."</p> + +<p>"Frank! husband! you'll drop some of those things!"</p> + +<p>"No, I won't, Sally."</p> + +<p>"Mid, my dear boy, look out for that box; it's only pasteboard."</p> + +<p>"I'll be careful, mother. I ain't awake yet. But it takes all three of +us to Santa Claus this pile. Hope it isn't far."</p> + +<p>The cold, frosty air was fast getting Mid wide awake, and they did look, +all three of them, as if they would have done better with a sleigh and a +good team of reindeer.</p> + +<p>The distance was short, but Aunt Sally talked pretty nearly all the way.</p> + +<p>"We must do it, Frank," she said, as they drew near the gate. "I'm sure +they've given us up. We can get in. There never was any bolt on the +kitchen window, over the pump. Middleton can climb right in, and come +and open the side door for us."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but won't that be fun!" exclaimed Mid, as he hurried silently +forward.</p> + +<p>"'Sh! there, Sally," whispered Uncle Frank, as he and his portly, +merry-faced wife lugged their bundles after Mid.</p> + +<p>It was less than half a minute before they were in the kitchen. They +promptly shut the door between the dining-room—that was the +sitting-room too—and the back parlor, and then how they did work!</p> + +<p>Plenty of wood and shavings and kindlings were lying in front of the +great Franklin stove in the dining-room, and there was quickly a blazing +fire there, and in the kitchen too, and Mid insisted on lighting every +lamp and candle he could lay his hands on.</p> + +<p>Then the bundles came open, and their contents began to shine all around +the chimney and over the mantel, and even on some of the chairs.</p> + +<p>"It's too bad we haven't any of their stockings," began Aunt Sally; but +she exclaimed, the next instant: "Oh, Frank! here's Maria's work-basket, +all full of stockings. I know them. Those are Don's. There's a pair of +Rad's. Molly's. Petish. Berry's—the dear little kitten! We've got 'em."</p> + +<p>"Mother, let's set the table."</p> + +<p>"That's it. You help him do it, father. Won't we give 'em a surprise!"</p> + +<p>It was wonderful how those three did work, and not make any noise about +it, and how they did change the looks of that dining-room and kitchen +before five o'clock.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> Aunt Sally even put on the tea-kettle, and made +some coffee, and it was evident that for once Santa Claus was disposed +to be very much "at home."</p> + +<p>If they had not been drinking their coffee, perhaps they might have +heard a voice, not many minutes after five o'clock, whispering anxiously +to somebody in the back parlor, "I say, there's a light coming through +the key-hole!"</p> + +<p>"There's a rattle, too, in there."</p> + +<p>"Burglars?"</p> + +<p>"Pooh! No; it's Christmas."</p> + +<p>"Oh, boys, is Santa Claus really in there? Has he got here?"</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Petish? And Molly too? Keep still. I'm just going to open +the door a little mite of a crack, but you can all peek in."</p> + +<p>Aunt Sally's ears must have been good ones, for, carefully as Don opened +that door, and faint as was the squeak it made, she sprang suddenly +toward it.</p> + +<p>"Is that you, Maria? Hush! Don't make a sound. Not a loud noise for +anything!"</p> + +<p>"We won't, Aunt Sally. Hush-sh-sh!"</p> + +<p>Even Petish did just as she was told for once, for she was a little +scared when the great blaze of light came shining through the door as +Aunt Sally pushed it wide open.</p> + +<p>It was shut again the moment they were all in the room, and then it was +all Aunt Sally and Uncle Frank could do to keep up any kind of silence +in that merry assembly. They could not have done it at all if Aunt Sally +had not told them all: "It's a great secret. You must help us give papa +and mamma a big surprise. Now let's get breakfast for them."</p> + +<p>"Biddy went away yesterday morning," said Molly, "but I know where the +eggs are."</p> + +<p>Whatever she and Petish could not find, Don and Rad could, and Aunt +Sally was the best kind of a cook.</p> + +<p>It was nearly six o'clock when Mrs. Burnell said to her husband: "I'm +glad Berry waked up. She's all dressed now, and I can wrap her up warm."</p> + +<p>"So am I, my dear. I'll go right down with you."</p> + +<p>"Those poor children! I haven't the heart to look at them. Let's hurry +down."</p> + +<p>So they did, and Berry went down in her mother's arms, but they little +dreamed what was coming.</p> + +<p>A great shout welcomed them as they opened the door of the dining-room.</p> + +<p>"Wish you Merry Christmas."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Sally! Frank! I am so glad! But how did you get in?"</p> + +<p>"Breakfast's ready."</p> + +<p>"Christmas has come."</p> + +<p>Nobody could have described that next half-hour to have saved his life, +and Aunt Sally said she had never been so happy in all hers.</p> + +<p>"Molly," said Petish, "won't you go up stairs and bring down all our +clothes?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, children," said their mother, "you must get dressed."</p> + +<p>"Yes; and, mother," said Petish, "there was only two pairs of my +stockings in the basket, and they're both full. If Molly'll bring the +pair I had on, there's more'n enough to fill 'em."</p> + +<p>So there was, for Aunt Sally had not only bought and brought everything +Mr. and Mrs. Burnell had written to her about, but she had heaped on a +huge assortment of presents on her own account, and Petish had at least +her share, while Uncle Frank had looked out for Molly, and nobody had +forgotten Berry or any of the boys.</p> + +<p>It was quite the usual time when they got ready to eat at last, but +there was nothing of what Rad and Petish called a "dispoint" in any face +at that breakfast table.</p> + +<p>Santa Claus had come.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h4><a name="MILDREDS_BARGAIN" id="MILDREDS_BARGAIN">[Begun in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 58, December 7.]</a></h4> + +<h2>MILDRED'S BARGAIN.</h2> + +<h3>A Story for Girls.</h3> + +<h3>BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.</h3> + +<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter III</span>.</h3> + +<p>Milly's heart gave a bound, and then seemed to stand still.</p> + +<p>"Here I am," said the woman, smiling. "I've called to make you even a +better offer. You pay me fifty cents a week for that dress, and any week +you <i>can't pay</i>, why, you can return the silk, provided it's decently +clean, and I'll allow you a couple o' dollars, when I take it back, for +the making. Come, now, I don't mind throwing in the linings, and I won't +bother you for the first fortnight."</p> + +<p>Now, as you have seen, Milly had gone through just the process of +reasoning to make the peddler's words sound most alluring. The woman +read in the young girl's face an instant's doubt followed by decision, +and as quickly as possible she produced from her bag the roll of gray +silk. Mildred never quite remembered how she made that purchase, or +rather that <i>bargain</i>, for honorable purchase it certainly was not. The +shining silk and the linings were put into her hands, and before she +knew it she had signed a paper, a copy of which the peddler gave her. +The transaction only occupied a few moments. Milly tucked the silk away +in the room devoted to the bonnets and cloaks and luncheons of the +sales-women, and was in her place before she fully realized that her +longing of the day previous was granted. The morning passed heavily, and +she was well pleased when it came her turn to take thirty minutes for +lunch. But on entering the cloak-room her dismay was unbounded. Three or +four of the shop-girls were clustered about Mildred's precious parcel, +and a chorus of voices greeted her entrance.</p> + +<p>"Look here, Miss Lee. Whose do you suppose this is?"</p> + +<p>"Well, isn't this lovely?"</p> + +<p>"<i>Could</i> any one have stolen it?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Mildred, quietly, yet not without a flush on her cheeks. "It +is mine. The—person I bought it of brought it here to me to-day."</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 260px;"> +<img src="images/ill_016.jpg" width="260" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">THE GIRLS DISCOVER MILDRED'S PURCHASE.</span> +</div> + +<p>"<i>Yours!</i>" exclaimed Jenny Martin, who had thrown one end of the silk +over her shoulder. "Well, that <i>is</i> pretty good on five dollars a week!"</p> + +<p>Mildred's face burned, but something in Jenny's rude words smote her +conscience, and she tried to look good-humored, while Jenny admired +herself a moment in the cracked glass, the other girls eying her as well +as Mildred with some new respect.</p> + +<p>Jenny tossed the silk from her shoulders with a little sniff, and +Mildred felt glad enough to put it away, and eat a hasty lunch. She was +doubly glad, when her working hours were over, to hurry home, carrying +her new treasure, which she had resolved not to show her mother until +the night of the party. But a surprise awaited her on her return to the +cottage. Mrs. Lee had received an invitation from a cousin in Boston to +spend a fortnight with his family, and she had already arranged with her +few pupils to avail herself of this unlooked-for holiday.</p> + +<p>All was excitement and preparation. Will, the second boy, was to go with +his mother, and instead of tea on the cozy little table there were odds +and ends of tapes, buttons, and threads, half-worn garments, and one or +two new things, while Debby, the one servant, and Mrs. Lee were both +stitching as if for a wager. They looked up with flushed faces to greet +Milly.</p> + +<p>"Oh, my dear," said the mother, after explaining matters, "do sit down +and help; we are to be off to-morrow morning."</p> + +<p>Milly saw she could not hope for a moment to sew on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> the new dress until +after her mother and Will were gone, and so she entered with an earnest +good-will into assisting them, and was genuinely pleased by their +prospects of enjoyment. The next few days flew by. Once the children +were safely in bed Mildred would draw forth her work, and so by dint of +hard labor the dress was finished Monday evening. She made her toilet +rather nervously when Tuesday night came. What between her hurry after +getting home, and her anxiety to conceal her dress from Debby and her +little sister Margaret, Mildred found it difficult to enjoy the "first +wear" of the gray silk; but certainly, she thought, as she surveyed her +work in her mirror, it <i>was</i> a success. It fitted admirably, and she had +had the good taste to make it simply as became a young girl only +sixteen, though it in <i>no</i> way became a girl working hard for twenty +dollars a month. She took good care to envelop herself completely in a +water-proof cloak before Debby and little Kate saw her, and thus +equipped she started off under her brother Joe's escort for the big +house in Lane Street.</p> + +<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="AN_EMPTY_STOCKING" id="AN_EMPTY_STOCKING">AN EMPTY STOCKING.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY MRS. MARGARET SANGSTER.</h3> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 388px;"> +<img src="images/ill_017.jpg" width="388" height="500" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>I am very sure that most boys and girls will agree with me that there is +nothing in the whole year quite so delightful as taking down the +Christmas stocking. Of course it is charming to hang it up; but one +never feels the least bit sleepy on Christmas-eve, and it seems so long +to wait until morning shall come. The air is astir with excitement and +mystery, and Santa Claus is known to be hovering about waiting for eyes +to be closed, and children to go comfortably away to dream-land. +By-and-by everybody does manage to fall asleep, and then by some strange +magic the long, limp stockings are crammed with toys, books, bonbons, +tools, dolls, and skates, or lovely ribbons, laces, watches, and gems. +How beautifully they bulge out, every inch of room packed, while the +overflow, which could not possibly be forced into any stocking, is piled +temptingly on the tables and chairs.</p> + +<p>Now look at this poor little girl who hung up her stocking on +Christmas-eve, hoping that the good Santa Claus would come down the +chimney and put something nice in it. She was afraid he would forget +her, and still she hoped that maybe he might bring just one dolly, and +slip it away down into the toe, where she would find it, and be, oh! so +glad. Little Jennie is used to being cold and hungry, and does not mind +a great many privations which more fortunate children never have to +endure. She can sweep crossings in old shoes, and wear a ragged shawl, +without envying girls who are wrapped in soft furs. These merry holidays +have not made her envious; and yet when Florence and Susie and Mabel +have flitted by on the street, their arms full of parcels, and their +fathers and mothers buying them every beautiful thing that the shop +windows show, she has wished and wished that <i>she</i> might have just one +dolly—only one. So, thinking that maybe if she hung up her stocking her +desire would be granted, she did so on Christmas-eve, and went to bed +that night without minding the cold. The stocking hung where she placed +it. Nobody came down the chimney, or up the stairs, or in at the door. +Her mother was so tired and discouraged that she took no notice of +Jennie's stocking, and if she had, it is doubtful whether she could have +found a gift to gladden the child.</p> + +<p>Sometimes little girls like Jennie have parents who are not kind and +good like yours, because they love liquor and spend their earnings to +procure that. There are plenty of empty stockings on Christmas in homes +where fathers and mothers are drunkards.</p> + +<p>Little Jennie looks very forlorn holding her empty stocking in her hand. +The picture is a shadow on the gayety of this festive time, but it is +inserted in the New-Year's number of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, that some of +the readers may be prompted to think what they can do to send pleasures +to little ones whose lives are seldom gay.</p> + +<p>A very large part of your Christmas happiness came from the gifts you +bestowed as well as from those you received. It was not a selfish +festival in homes where brothers and sisters exchanged love-tokens; and +the weeks you spent in making pretty presents with your own hands,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> in +saving your pocket-money, and in planning to surprise your dear ones, +were very happy weeks indeed. Now I have something to propose, which you +need not wait a whole year to carry out. You know there are Flower +Missions and Fruit Missions, which send flowers and fruit to the homes +of the sick poor. Why should there not be a Toy Mission too? Most of you +have a dolly, or two, or three, perhaps, which you could spare, and some +of you have books you have read, and playthings which you have outgrown, +which would make poor children wild with joy. Some of the Sunday-schools +have tried this way of keeping Christmas, and have brought their gifts +to be distributed among the poor. And some of the benevolent enterprises +of the city send out holiday bags, to be filled and returned with all +sorts of necessary things. A Toy Mission would be a little different +from these, and with a little help from and organization by older +brothers and sisters, it could be easily put into operation. The city +missionaries and Bible-readers can tell just where there are children +like Jennie in the picture, and some of the express companies willingly +carry packages and parcels of the kind I mean, free of charge.</p> + +<p>The House of the Good Shepherd, Tompkin's Cove, New York, has for +several years sent cute-looking cloth bags to its friends, with the +request that they be filled with gifts for its inmates. One Christmas +season the children of the Wilson Industrial School of this city +undertook to fill one of these, and their teacher told me it was very +touching to see the eagerness and generosity with which they, so poor +themselves, brought their carefully kept and mended treasures to send to +the "poor children who had no friends to love them."</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/ill_018.jpg" width="600" height="257" alt="" /> +</div> + +<p>Once more we wish a very Happy New Year to all our young friends. We +have done our best to make the past year brighter to them, and they have +made it very pleasant for us by their constant and hearty expressions of +pleasure and approval.</p> + +<p>Christmas is past. How many of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> remembered to +make some poor child happy on Christmas-day? If some of them were too +much occupied with their own sparkling Christmas trees to think of the +friendless and homeless little ones all around them, we beg them to stop +now and remember that they can not begin the new year better than by +bringing a smile to some sad, wan little face. There are poor children +everywhere, in the streets, in hospitals, in wretched and desolate +homes, over whose young life poverty and misfortune have thrown a heavy +cloud. It must always be remembered that their suffering arises from no +fault of their own, and those to whom fortune has been more generous +should never forget to help from their abundance the little ones toward +whom the world has turned a cold and unkind face. Now if every reader of +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> would give some little thing, if it be only a bunch of +flowers or evergreen, how many poor little faces might be made brighter +on New-Year's morning! A few oranges, or a picture-book, will make a +sick, friendless child happy. Those of you who live near together, and +have your "<span class="smcap">Young People</span> Clubs," which you write so prettily about, can +have a meeting, and fill baskets with playthings you do not need. Mamma +will help you buy some oranges, and perhaps a warm scarf or pair of +stockings, and she will advise you, too, of the best way to dispose of +them. Every one of you can do something, and in that way you will bring +to yourself, as well as to others, a real Happy New Year.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I read all of the letters in the Post-office Box, and I like them, +and I like all of the stories. Sometimes I miss my paper, and I +feel very sorry, and sometimes I bring it home and lay it on the +table, and my younger brother takes it and leaves it on the floor; +then the baby gets it and tears it. That does not please me. My +papa is an editor. I have three brothers and two sisters. I am ten +years old.</p> + +<p>There are two rivers here, the Assiniboine and the Red. They are +very muddy rivers, and it is hard to learn to swim in them. Every +spring somebody has been drowned. The banks of the Assiniboine are +undermined. It is awfully cold up here in the winter.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry L</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louisville, Kentucky</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I am nine years old. I do love to read <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and can hardly +wait for papa to bring it home.</p> + +<p>I went to Texas to see my relations, and we brought home a horned +frog. It never ate anything. We staked a pen for it in the back +yard, but it died.</p> + +<p>My papa and my uncles went hunting on the big prairie, and camped +out. Uncle Tom killed a striped catamount, and gave me the skin to +make a soft rug. Uncle Will killed two deer, and papa shot one, +but it got away. It is very warm in Texas, and at Galveston there +are lots of oysters.</p> + +<p>Mamma has promised to have my <span class="smcap">Young People</span> bound for my birthday +gift.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Minnie L. C</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Plymouth, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and I like it very much. We have it in school +to read instead of a reader.</p> + +<p>I live within one hundred yards of the rock where the Pilgrims +landed.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. F. S</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Harlem, New York.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Dear "<span class="smcap">Young People</span>,"—I have been one of your subscribers ever +since you were born, and I enjoy your company very much. I have a +large family to look after, but when I get all my children to +sleep, I take the time left me to read. My family consists of Dolly +Varden, Betsy, Daisy, and Pearl, who are all little girls, and +Sambo, who is the porter, and does all the work. I have my little +dog Tip to watch the house when I go out, and see that no strangers +disturb anything during my absence. Another important member of my +family is my pussy cat Sam. He is just as old as I am (eleven +years), and begins to be rather cross. He and Tip sometimes have +little spats, but I soon settle them, and make them be good friends +again.</p> + +<p>After school closed this summer I went to the country, where I had +splendid times. I fed the chickens several times during the day, +and I got some of them so tame they would eat out of my hands. +Then I had a little bit of a pig, which I picked from a whole +litter, and made a pet of him.</p> + +<p>We had a large dog that did the churning, but he did not like it +one bit. When the churn was being prepared for him to work, he +would whine and cry like a baby.</p> + +<p>When my papa came he made us a kite, which we raised real high. +Some of the birds were frightened at it, and others would fly +right up and peck at it to see what it was. It made us laugh to +see how the birds acted.</p> + +<p>For my birthday my papa sent me a set of archery, which we placed +on the lawn at the side of the house, and we enjoyed shooting at +the target ever so much. I can shoot real good now.</p> + +<p>I have a great deal to do, so will close my letter by telling you +that I am home again, and going to school. I also attend +Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to practice, so I am very +busy.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Irene M. N</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We are two dolls. Our mamma is a dear little black-eyed girl almost +ten years old, named Jennie. She is a good deal like Bessie +Maynard, and loves us as much as Bessie loves her doll Clytie. We +used to live in Nevada, but last summer we came to live in Central +City, Colorado. We all like <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, and the Post-office Box +in particular.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Minnie</span> and <span class="smcap">Joe McG</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>We have had this dear little paper ever since it was published. +Mamma is very glad to have it, for she is very particular about our +reading. I always spend the evening after it comes reading it to my +little brother Regie, who is eight years old. I am fourteen. My +father died when I was seven.</p> + +<p>Santa Cruz is a pretty town, and has good schools, both public and +private. We have roses all the year, as our winter is only a +succession of pleasant rains with warm sunny days between, like +spring in the Eastern States.</p> + +<p>The town is near the mouth of the broad, beautiful bay of +Monterey, so that we can see out into the Pacific Ocean. We have +grand times on the beach when the tide is low, searching for +shells and the beautiful sea-weeds. The lady principal of a school +here teaches us all about shells and algæ, or sea-plants, and we +learn to name and classify them. I wish all the young people who +write about aquaria could see mine. I have hundreds of them in the +rocks by the sea in holes worn by the waves, from the size of a +wooden bucket to that of a large deep barrel. They are round, and +the walls are covered with limpets of all sizes, star-fish of +different colors, bright purple sea-urchins, and lovely pale green +and pink sea-anemones, which wave their petals in search of food. +Bright-hued crabs, fish, and creatures of which I have not yet +learned the name, move in the water. Every part is covered with +some form of life capable of motion, and with all kinds of +sea-plants.</p> + +<p>I would like to exchange shells and pressed sea-plants for other +shells, Lake Superior agates, or other small mineral specimens. I +would like to have everything clearly marked, and I will in return +name and classify the shells.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Bowman</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Santa Cruz, California.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>We print the following note in reply to many inquiries in regard to +postage-stamp catalogues, etc.:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>If any reader of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> will write to me on matters connected +with stamps which can not well be published, inclosing stamp for +reply, I shall be happy to answer him.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Joseph J. Casey</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">P. O. Box 1696, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Several of us have organized a club for the exchange of minerals. +We call it the American Mineralogical Club. We shall be glad to +have any of the readers of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> join us if they are willing +to conform to the rules, which can be had upon application to the +secretary.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">George Davies</span>, P. O. Box 80,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Pottstown, Montgomery County, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>The following exchanges are offered by correspondents:</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Iron ore from Spain, Ireland, England, and different sections of +the United States, for good specimens of copper or zinc.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie S. Shaffer</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">20 North Second Street, Harrisburg, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Miss Agnes McMurdy</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Mrs. R. M. Beckwith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Palmyra, Wayne Co., N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>United States Department stamps, or pieces of the Washington +Monument, for coins, minerals, or foreign stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Harry Lowell</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">830 Twentieth Street, Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>The Bavarian doctor mentioned in "The Story of the Boy-General," in +<span class="smcap">Young People</span> No. 57, who tried to rescue Lafayette from the Olmütz +prison, was Justus Erick Bollman, my uncle.</p> + +<p>If any reader of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> will send me a Greek or a Danish +postage stamp, or two kinds of stamps from South America, I will +send in return an Indian arrow-head, or I will exchange Indian +pottery for any foreign stamps except English.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. H. Bollman</span>, Monongahela City,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Washington County, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>I would like to exchange ocean curiosities for a genuine Indian bow +five feet long—not a bow like those Indians sell here in +Massachusetts, but a good one that will shoot. I should like two or +three arrows with it.</p> + +<p>In answer to Carrie V. D.'s question I would say that it is not +necessary to change the water in the carrot hanging basket, but +only to refill it when the water dries away.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Daniel D. Lee</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Myrtle Street, Jamaica Plains, Suffolk Co., Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A stone from New York State for one from any other State, or +Canada. Postmarks for stamps, minerals, birds' eggs, or Indian +relics. Five postmarks for every bird's egg.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">William Porter Chapman, Jun</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Norwich, Chenango County, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps from Europe, Asia, and other countries, for others.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Loyal Durand</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">591 Cass Street, Milwaukee, Wis.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postmarks.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">H. D</span>. and <span class="smcap">R. B. Hall</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">39 Highland Street, Roxbury, Mass.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Freddie W. Allree</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">26 Cedar Avenue, Allegheny, Penn.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Foreign postage stamps for Navy, Interior, and Agricultural +Department stamps, and stamps from Newfoundland.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willis Bishop</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">20 Gold Street, Chicago, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A white metal copy of the ancient Jewish shekel for an old coin or +a handsome shell.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Libbie</span> and <span class="smcap">Mattie Penick</span>, St. Joseph, Mo.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps for minerals or Indian relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">William H. Rhees</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">1317 Eleventh Street, N.W., Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs and Indian relics.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Roscoe S. Nickerson</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Klamath Agency, Oregon.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Southern moss, specimens of sulphur, and some United States stamps +for foreign stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Clarence Marsh</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">2217 Calumet Avenue, Chicago, Ill.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Curiosities and specimens of all kinds.</p></blockquote> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">L. E. Walker</span>, care of H. W. Walker,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Lock Box 316, Lansing, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Sea-weed, or pieces of the stone of which the new Capitol at Albany +is built, for curiosities of any kind.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Willie L. Widdemer</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">99 Madison Avenue, Albany, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>United States Department stamps, or pieces of stone from the new +War and Navy Department buildings, or from the Washington Monument +now being finished, for shells, foreign stamps, or any curiosity.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Horace D. Goodall</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">826 Twentieth Street, N.W., Washington, D. C.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles Swabey</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Autographs of renowned men and women.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. J. Otterbourg</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">128 East Seventieth Street, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals from the mines of Colorado for ocean curiosities or +postage stamps.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Louis M. Gross</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of Abel Brothers, Denver, Colorado.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A Canadian postmark and a Centennial three-cent stamp for a German +postage stamp.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Arthur Frost</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Care of D. H. Frost, Belle Plaine, Iowa.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Twenty-five postmarks for five stamps. No duplicates.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Nellie V</span>.,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">343 Fifth Avenue, New York City.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs for other eggs; or a rock from every State in the Union +and from several foreign countries for twenty different kinds of +eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">W. Bostwick</span>, Care of John C. Remington,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Birds' eggs.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Frank M. Richards</span>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">Farmington, Maine.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Minerals and fossils for shells and minerals. A good specimen of +copper ore especially desired.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Bartas W. Jay</span>, Emporia, Kansas.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<blockquote> + +<p>Postage stamps for birds' eggs, coins, or minerals.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Wennie Holmes</span>, Bay City, Mich.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">J. T. M</span>.—See answer to Ida B. D., in Post-office Box of <span class="smcap">Young People</span> +No. 51.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Henry A. Blakesley, Harry F. Haines, E. A. De Lima, and many Others</span>.—We +are sorry not to print your requests for exchange, but that department +of our Post-office Box is so very crowded that we can not give space to +addresses which have been already<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> published, unless the exchange +offered is of some new article. Neither can we attend to irregularities +between exchanges, which arise in almost every instance from +carelessness, or failure to give a proper address. We know of no remedy +for those who fail to receive answers to their letters except to +continue sending reminders to the delinquent correspondent. A great many +boys and girls write to us that they receive so many letters, they can +not answer them all promptly, as they are going to school, and very busy +with studies, but that they will surely answer them in time. We hope +they will not forget this promise, as a letter should always be +acknowledged.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">P. I. G</span>.—The rudder of the ice-boat is not fastened. The rudder-post +runs up through the keelson, which rests on an iron pin driven through +the post just above the rudder. The runner irons are sharp.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Alfred C. T</span>.—The directions you require are in preparation, and will +appear in an early number of <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Cecil X</span>.—There is no limit to the age of our contributors, but we would +advise you to wait until you are a little older before you try to write +a story.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Harry Olmstead, W. F., and E. N. High</span>.—There are so many kinds of +printing-presses for boys that the best thing for you to do is to notice +the advertisements which are in all newspapers, and send to different +manufacturers for catalogues, from which you can make your selection.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">George C. D</span>.—Dr. Kane penetrated to 81° 22' north latitude; but in 1827 +the English navigator Sir Edward Parry reached 82° 45' N., and in 1861 +Dr. Hayes reached the same latitude. Captain Hall has also penetrated +nearly as far north. In February, 1854, in about 78° N., Dr. Kane +experienced the unexampled temperature of -68°, or 100° below +freezing-point, and a still lower degree has been recorded by more +recent navigators.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">B. G. G</span>.—Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego are the most southern permanent +abodes of man.—Read Dana's <i>Geology</i>, and you will learn all about the +formation of the earth. If you find it difficult to understand, ask your +teacher to explain it to you.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Elmer. A</span>.—The Seven Wonders of the World are generally given as +follows: the Colossus of Rhodes, Diana's Temple at Ephesus, the +Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, the Pyramids, the Pharos at Alexandria, the +Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Olympian Zeus.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">G. H. Elder, Theodore Henneman, J. B. Whitlock, and Others</span>.—We would +gladly assist you to begin a collection of postage stamps, but it is +against our rules to give up space to the exchanges you propose.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p><span class="smcap">Lewis D</span>.—Prescott's <i>History of Ferdinand and Isabella</i> and Abbott's +<i>Romance of Spanish History</i> are good books for you to read.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Favors are acknowledged from Alice M. H., Edna E. Harris, Paul Gray, E. H. +Shuster, Joseph A. Unruh, Lorena C. Emrich, R. Poe Smith, Harry and +Richard Bellam, W. K. M., L. C., Edmund H. B., Fred Dierking, Florence +McClure, Margaretta Mott, Wina James, Edgar E. Hyde, Nellie A. Robson, +Grace A. Hood, Etta B. Easton, Arthur McCain, Vina E. B., Fred B., +Bertram and Leroy S., Alice Ward, Melvin Rosenthal, A. V. H., Johnnie E., +Sarah A. W., Eva L. M., Clayton B., W. Hoey, Jun., Martha M. I., Pet +Wilcox, Gertrude and Albert F., C. Arnold, Frank Durston, Grace T. +Lyman, H. L. Van Norman, Marion P. Wiggin.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Correct answers to puzzles are received from J. F. W., John N. Howe, T. M. +Armstrong, M. P. Randolph, Charles Gaylor, Nellie V. Brainard, Cal I. +Forny, Bessie C. Morris, Walter P. Hiles, Blanche Anderson, Marie Doyle, +Isobel Jacob, S. Birdie Dorman, William and Mary Tiddy, Emma Radford, W. H. +Wolford, The Dawley Boys, "Lone Star," Willie F. Woolard, A. C. +Chapin, George Hayward, John Ogburn.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h2>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h2> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In cream, not in milk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In chintz, not in silk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In time, not in late.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In pencil, not in slate.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In atlas, not in book.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In sight, not in look.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In love, not in pity.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">My whole an American city.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Walter</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<h3>GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE.</h3> + +<blockquote> + +<p>A city in Great Britain. A country in Europe. A group of peaks in +the Pyrenees. A river in Asia. A range of mountains in Asia. A +river in Ireland. A letter. A river in England. A peak in the +Northwestern United States. A city in England founded by Ine, the +West Saxon King. A river in British America. A river in Asia. A +town and county in California. Centrals read downward spell the +name of a large sea.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Marie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">First in mouse, not in rat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Second in dog, not in cat.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Third in house, not in lot.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Fourth in can, not in pot.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Fifth in owl, not in hawk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Sixth in flower, not in stalk.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">A famous city am I;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">You'll guess me if you try.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Hermie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<h3>WORD SQUARES.</h3> + +<blockquote> + +<p>1. First, a package. Second, certain animals. Third, to jump. +Fourth, to perceive.</p> + +<p>2. First, something that once laid in a famous house. Second, a +space. Third, a Shakspearean character. Fourth, sour.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">C. I. F</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>3. First, the resting-place of an army. Second, an Asiatic sea. +Third, a companion. Fourth, an argument.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Charles</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<blockquote> + +<p>4. First, a picture. Second, something which often causes pain, and +yet no one likes to part with. Third, a river in Transylvania. +Fourth, passageways. Fifth, to efface.</p></blockquote> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;"><span class="smcap">Annie</span>.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h2>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 57.</h2> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<p>United, untied. Cavern, craven. German, manger. Grandee, derange. +Neuter, tureen. Garnets, strange. Cruel, lucre. Derange, angered. +Master, stream.</p> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<p class="center">1. Partridge. 2. Woodchuck.</p> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">H</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">R</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">H</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">L</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">C</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">E</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">P</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">U</td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">O</td><td align="center">P</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">S</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">D</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center">L</td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">D</td><td align="center">D</td><td align="center">A</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 4.</h3> + +<p class="center">Nightingale.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<h2>ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 58.</h2> + +<h3>No. 1.</h3> + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="center">T</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">N</td><td align="center">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">M</td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">T</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">W</td><td align="center">R</td><td align="center">A</td><td align="center">P</td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center"></td><td align="center">E</td><td align="center">P</td><td align="center">I</td><td align="center">C</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<h3>No. 2.</h3> + +<p class="center">Possunt quia posse videntur.</p> + +<h3>No. 3.</h3> + +<p class="center">Atlantic Ocean.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG READERS.</h2> + +<p><i>Drifting Round the World</i><a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> is a handsomely bound and illustrated +volume containing the adventures of a boy by sea and land. The countries +he traverses are those not often described in books of boyish travel. +Starting in a Cape Ann fishing schooner for Greenland, he is shipwrecked +on the coast of Labrador, contrives to reach Iceland, passes through +marvellous adventures in Russia and Siberia, sails for Alaska, and at +length reaches home by the overland route from San Francisco. The +strange countries through which Robert, the hero of this book, travels +are graphically described, and a great deal of information is conveyed +in a form especially delightful to boy readers.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>A large number Of the new holiday books for little folks combine +amusement with instruction of one kind or another. A very interesting +volume, prettily bound and profusely illustrated with portraits and +other engravings, is <i>The Story of the United States Navy</i>,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> by Mr. +Lossing, who has devoted many years to the study of American history, +and whose works on that subject are popular with readers of all ages. +The present volume, the substance of which has appeared in the columns +of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, is written especially for boys, and contains +many stirring accounts of famous naval engagements, of historical war +vessels, and of celebrated men whose heroic deeds add glory to the +history of our country. No better reading than is contained in this book +can be found for boys, as, while it is of absorbing interest, it tells +the story of many noble men whose example can not fail to awaken +patriotism and a desire to attain true manhood in the minds of American +boys in whose hands lies the future history of the United States.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Children will always ask questions, and their natural inquisitiveness +often goes beyond the knowledge of their elders. For this reason +parents, as well as the youthful questioners, will extend a hearty +welcome to <i>The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places</i>,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> which +contains full information of all celebrated localities, and many +biographical notices of important personages of every period. This +volume, together with <i>The Cyclopædia of Common Things</i>, by the same +author, published a year ago, forms a library in which inquisitive +little folks will find answers to their most ingenious questions.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Boys and girls who are forming social clubs, which they wish to make +instructive as well as amusing, and yet are not sure of the best course +to follow, should provide themselves with <i>Stories of the Sea</i>,<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> which +they will find an excellent model. The book itself is very interesting. +A party of bright young people, with an older head to guide them, meet +together for Saturday afternoon talks on subjects connected with the +history of the seas. Libraries are explored for accounts of famous +navigators and naval heroes, and interesting readings are given from the +works of Navarrete (who wrote of the voyages of Columbus), Sir Walter +Raleigh, Southey, and other authors. These extracts are so fascinating +that young readers are pretty sure to hunt up the books from which they +are taken, in order to learn the whole of the story. Books like this do +more toward cultivating a taste for good reading than volumes of advice.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>A delightful little book of American natural history is <i>Friends Worth +Knowing</i>,<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> which takes its young readers in search of snails of all +kinds, into the fields and woods to find wild mice and birds, over the +plains after buffalo, and tells them many curious things about the +habits of different animals. Interesting illustrations and an attractive +cover add to the value of this book for a pretty and cheap holiday +present.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>Another charming book of travel, if a summer excursion may be so called, +is <i>Aboard the Mavis</i>,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> in which a merry party of boys and girls +cruise around the eastern end of Long Island Sound in a yacht, making +occasional landings, and learning much about the early history of that +portion of the country. This book is profusely illustrated and +beautifully bound, and is an elegant holiday present for any girl or +boy.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>For very little children nothing is prettier or more attractive than the +Christmas number of <i>Our Little Ones</i>, a monthly magazine edited by +"Oliver Optic," and published by the Russell Publishing Company, of +Boston.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2>HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE.</h2> + +<p><span class="smcap">Single Copies</span>, 4 cents; <span class="smcap">One Subscription</span>, one year, $1.50; <span class="smcap">Five +Subscriptions</span>, one year, $7.00—<i>payable in advance, postage free</i>.</p> + +<p>The Volumes of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> commence with the first Number in +November of each year.</p> + +<p>Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order.</p> + +<p>Remittances should be made by <span class="smcap">Post-Office Money-Order or Draft</span>, to avoid +risk of loss.</p> + +<p>Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional.</p> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 34em;">HARPER & BROTHERS,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 36em;">Franklin Square, N. Y.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 398px;"> +<img src="images/ill_019.jpg" width="398" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">NEW-YEAR'S MORNING (PUSSY IN A MASK).<br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Charley</span> (<i>under bed, to Tommy ditto</i>). "D-d-don't b-be fr-frightened, +T-T-Tommy, I-I-I-I'm h-h-here."</span> +</div> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="NEW-YEARS" id="NEW-YEARS">NEW-YEAR'S.</a></h2> + +<p>New-Year's presents and visits originated with the Romans, and their +gifts were symbolic. They were dried figs, dates, and honey, emblematic +of the sweetness of the auspices under which the year should begin its +course, and a small piece of money called stips, which foreboded riches.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="SPOONS" id="SPOONS">SPOONS.</a></h2> + +<h3>A NEW GAME FROM THE GERMAN.</h3> + +<h3>BY G. B. BARTLETT.</h3> + +<p>A very funny new game has come to us from our German cousins, with the +odd title of Spoons, which is played as follows: One person takes his +stand in the centre of the room, with a handkerchief tied over his eyes, +and his hands extended before him, in each of which he holds a large +table-spoon. The other players march around him in single file, clapping +their hands in time to a tune which may be sung or played upon a piano +in any slow measure suitable for marching. When the blinded player calls +out "Spoons," all the others stop at once, and turn their faces toward +him. He then finds his way to any player that he can, and must ascertain +who he is by touching him with the spoons only, which he may use as he +pleases. If he guesses right, the person he has caught is obliged to +take his place in the centre. If he is wrong, he must try until he +succeeds, which it is easy to do with a little practice, especially if +the one who is caught joins in the universal laughter.</p> + +<hr class="tb" /> + +<p>An old gentleman in Vienna, who was afraid of leaving his money in a +bank, two years ago concealed his savings, in the shape of twenty 1000 +florin notes, in a cupboard in his cellar. Last week it occurred to him +to go and see how his treasure was going on; but on doing this he +discovered, to his horror, that the mice had been making free with it, +and that only a small heap of fluffy dust remained of all his wealth. +The grief caused by this discovery was so great that the poor old man +threw himself out of his bedroom window, and broke his neck. Another +story is told of a lady who hid her property, consisting of a number of +United States greenbacks, in a satchel in her cupboard. She also, after +a time, found that a mouse had devoured part of the notes, and had used +the rest to line its nest; but in this case the meal had evidently +disagreed with the enterprising mouse, for it was lying dead in its +nest, the fact being that the arsenic which had been used to give the +green color to the notes had caused its death. In these days, when money +can easily and safely be deposited in savings-banks, it is very foolish +to hide it in holes and corners where it is liable to be lost.</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<h2><a name="CHARADE" id="CHARADE">CHARADE.</a></h2> + +<h3>BY H.</h3> + +<p> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Mighty and cruel and strong is my first,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Beautiful too to behold;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">But oh! it is false. Of traitors the worst,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Luring the hardy and bold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Tranquil and lovely it smiles in your face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Then drags you to death in its wild embrace.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Feeble and weak is my second—a cry</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Uttered by young, tender things;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Lovely to look at, they too may prove sly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Darting with sudden, fierce springs;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Though never a smile plays over their face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">They <i>too</i> drag to death in a wild embrace.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Found is my whole where the wild waters roar—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Old Ocean nurtures its race—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Where beat the waves on the rocky shore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 24em;">Looking the wind in the face.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">Happy, contented, my whole will play</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 21em;">In the gale and the storm the live-long day.</span><br /> +</p> + +<hr class="chap" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 281px;"> +<img src="images/ill_020.jpg" width="281" height="400" alt="" /> +<span class="caption">RECEIVING CALLS IN THE NURSERY.</span> +</div> + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<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> <i>Drifting Round the World</i>. By Captain <span class="smcap">C. W. Hall</span>. +Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 372. Boston: Lee & Shepard. New York: Charles T. +Dillingham.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <i>The Story of the United States Navy</i>. By <span class="smcap">Benson J. +Lossing</span>, LL.D. Illustrated. 12mo, pp. 418. New York: Harper & Brothers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <i>The Young Folks' Cyclopædia of Persons and Places</i>. By +<span class="smcap">John D. Champlin</span>, Jun. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 936. New York: Henry Holt & +Co.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <i>Stories of the Sea</i>. By <span class="smcap">E. E. Hale</span>. 8vo, pp. 302. Boston: +Roberts Brothers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <i>Friends Worth Knowing</i>. By <span class="smcap">Ernest Ingersoll</span>. Illustrated. +Sq. 16mo, pp. 258. New York: Harper & Brothers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"> + +<p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <i>Aboard the Mavis</i>. By <span class="smcap">Richard Markham</span>. Illustrated. 8vo, +pp. 240. 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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 www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Harper's Young People, December 28, 1880 + An Illustrated Monthly + +Author: Various + +Release Date: January 5, 2014 [EBook #44596] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 28, 1880 *** + + + + +Produced by Annie R. McGuire + + + + + + + + +[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE +AN ILLUSTRATED WEEKLY.] + + * * * * * + +VOL. II.--NO. 61. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR +CENTS. + +Tuesday, December 28, 1880. Copyright, 1880, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 +per Year, in Advance. + + * * * * * + + + + +[Illustration: THE FIRST NEW-YEAR'S CALL.--SEE NEXT PAGE.] + +A HAPPY NEW YEAR. + + +On the first page of this New-Year's number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE is +a picture of the first New-Year's call of the season, which is one made +at the door of every house in the land just as the clock strikes twelve +on New-Year's Eve. + +The little fur-clad figure knocking for admittance is that of New Year +himself, Master Eighteen Eighty-One, laden with promises and good wishes +that will, we hope, insure him a warm welcome from the sleepy watchers +within the cozy room to which he seeks to enter. Even Miss Dolly, whom +the children have left on the cricket in the corner to watch the old +year out and the new one in, and who does not look at all sleepy, will +welcome the little stranger in her own way, and he will quickly be made +to feel at home. + +Now watch for him, dear children; he will surely come to every door, and +when he arrives, welcome him warmly, and make up your minds to do +everything in your power to make him the very happiest New Year that +ever was. + + + + +"PRINCE CHARLIE." + +BY KATHERINE KAMERON. + + +Christmas was over. The twins, Allan and Jessie, had romped and played +away the whole delightful day, in doors and out. + +Wonderful to tell, they had wearied of all the pretty new toys, and +found an end to play. After tea they sat quietly in the fire-glow, +talking with mamma about the beautiful new picture that was her gift to +them. It was a charming group of gayly dressed children--little Princes +and a Princess, the children of the unhappy King Charles I. of England. +The tallest was a handsome boy, in a suit of scarlet velvet, with a +broad collar of rich old lace. He held by the hand a tiny tot, in a +frilled cap and a dress of blue silk, who timidly clung to the +protecting arm of his big brother. The third was a quaint little damsel +in a robe of creamy satin, standing with her dainty hands demurely +folded before her. Her long stately dress touched the floor with its +border of Vandyck points, and her small head was curiously dressed in a +by-gone courtly fashion. About her pretty throat was a necklace of +costly pearls, and she looked the perfect model of a tiny old-time lady +of high degree. A pair of graceful spaniels crouched at the feet of the +children, and behind them was a curtain of some rich foreign stuff. The +fire-light flashed on the sweet young faces and shining auburn hair, +touching the waves and curls, while the shadows danced and nickered +until it seemed to Allan that the bright eyes smiled back to him as he +looked up. It was like a pleasant dream, and Allan's blue eyes grew +slowly dim and dimmer. Jessie's eyelids had been drooping from the time +mamma began to tell about the royal children, and directly the twins +were fast asleep. Papa came in, and mamma laughed with him at the effect +of her story, and then the little sleepers were playfully shaken until +they were wide awake enough to walk up stairs. + +There was a sleepy good-night kiss all around, a double "Now I lay me," +and two heads nestled down on two soft pillows, and the long delightful +Christmas-day was quite gone. + +In almost no time Allan felt a hand on his shoulder, and a voice said, +softly, "Allan, Allan, wake up, my man, and come and show me about the +things." + +Allan turned over, rubbed his dazed eyes, and then jumped straight up in +bed, winking and blinking in wonder at what he saw. Standing beside his +bed was a handsome lad, about his own size, in a scarlet velvet suit. +The stranger was laughing merrily at his surprise, as he spoke again: +"My good fellow, don't sit staring at me, but put on your doublet and +the rest, and come on. We have not long to stay." At this, Allan glanced +through the open door of Jessie's room, and there by her bed he saw in +the moonlight the dainty little dame in the trailing satin. She was +whispering to Jessie. In an instant the visitors vanished hand in hand +through the doorway, and the children heard their soft footfalls on the +stairway. "Prince Charlie! Princess Mary!" was all they said, but they +fairly danced into their clothes, and then ran quickly down to the +library; and when the door opened, what a strange sight met their +astonished eyes! There was a famous fire in the grate, and by the bright +blaze they saw Prince Charlie mounted, on the new velocipede, tugging at +the bridle, and cracking his whip until it snapped again, but the queer +steed moved not a pace. The little Princess sat holding +Nannette--Jessie's French doll--speechless with delight. She turned the +pretty head from side to side, she moved the arms and feet, she examined +the tiny kid boots with their high heels. Then she admired the long +gloves with no end of buttons, and the scrap of a bonnet, made of shreds +of flower and feather in a wonderful way, and perched on a high tower of +fluffy flossy hair. + +"Do you like it, Princess Mary?" asked Jessie, most respectfully. + +"Oh, it is bonny," was the answer; "so much prettier than any I ever +saw. Is your father a great King, and does he have such wonderful dolls +made for you?" she asked. + +"Oh, dear me, no, Princess," said Jessie, hastily, and wanting very much +to laugh. "My father is a great doctor, though. We have no Kings in our +country." + +"No Kings!" echoed the little lady, incredulously. "Who reigns, then? +But do not say Princess every time; call me Mary. We must go back so +soon, and I have a hundred questions to ask about so many strange +things. We are very tired of looking at them from up there," glancing at +the picture. + +"Indeed, we have longed to get down close by you ever since we came," +exclaimed the Prince. "I am sure you saw us smile at you last evening," +he added. + +"So I was right," cried Allan, joyfully. "I thought so;" and looking up +to the picture, he saw the pretty spaniels quite alone against the rich +drapery. They were huddled together in a lonely way, a silky heap of +noses and paws. At Prince Charlie's voice one of them threw up his head +for a dismal howl, but at a sign from his young master he patiently +curled down to wait. + +The Princess missed Jamie, and turned to look for him. There, in a +corner on the floor, sat the baby Duke, in his sky-blue silk, dancing +Jessie's droll Japanese "Ning-Ping" until the limp arms and legs fairly +flew. He stopped a moment to look into the narrow sleepy eyes, and to +touch the long braid that hung down behind, and the stiff little fringe, +like a brush, on top of the queer head, and then again the legs and arms +rattled a tune, while Jamie's round, solemn eyes seemed not even to +wink, so intent and wondering was his look. In the mean time his stately +sister held Nannette close in her arms, as she moved about, looking, +listening, and questioning. + +Just then Jamie called, softly, "Charlie! Charlie! Mary! come and see." + +The little fellow had found a box of jointed wooden animals and people. +He was twisting the legs and arms and paws and wings into all manner of +shapes, and then standing up the funny wry shapes, and laughing in high +glee. + +Allan noticed how quietly they all spoke and moved. Even when they +laughed heartily, or called out, they did not make any loud noise. He +wondered if it was being pictures so long had made them so still. + +Presently Jessie took her lacquered box, full of small treasures, from +the table to the sofa, where the two girls cozily seated themselves. All +of the simple, pretty things seemed equally new and curious to the +little stranger. Jessie tried to have the Princess Mary keep a few +trifles which she seemed most to admire, but in vain; she only drew up +her small quaint figure, and said, quietly, "A Princess may not accept +gifts." Somehow, although she smiled graciously, this little speech +troubled Jessie, who feared she had been rude, although she did not in +the least know how. + +Duke Jamie had in the mean time wearied of his wooden people, and went +wandering about in his baby fashion, but never for a moment dropping +Ning-Ping. Just then he spied his brother careering around on the +velocipede, having learned from Allan how to manage it. Of course Jamie +cried for a ride, and fortunately got it. While the Prince was whirling +round, Allan had wound up his engine with the long train of passenger +coaches, and sent it spinning across the floor in front of the fire. In +a twinkling Prince Charlie jumped down to see the new wonder. The +Princess at once lifted Jamie astride of the strange steed, and with one +arm about him, walked in a motherly way by his side, pushing the curious +vehicle. + +"What is this long carriage?" asked young Royalty. + +"Only a steam-engine and train of cars," was the reply. + +"But where is the steam?" said the Prince. + +"Oh, there is none here; this goes by wheels, like a clock; but the real +cars that we travel on run by steam." + +The long train began to creep slowly, and the wheels whirred and buzzed +a little in running down. Allan handed the key to his guest, and Prince +Charlie wound it up with a zest, and watched it awhile; then he turned +to Allan with, "I say, how do they run by steam?" + +"Why, the steam is made by the fire under the engine boiler, like a big +tea-kettle," explained Allan, carefully, and feeling like a professor; +"this turns the engine wheels somehow, and the cars being all fast to +it, they go like lightning almost." + +He soon bethought himself of his little engine, and in a few minutes it +was steaming up, with the piston-rod pumping and the wheels whizzing, +and the Prince quite lost in wonder. It was a very novel and pleasant +sensation to know so much more than a royal Prince, and Allan enjoyed it +hugely. Looking about him for new marvels, he chanced on his +printing-press. The fire-light was dying out, and it was too dark for +type-setting, so he quickly struck a match and lighted the gas jet. When +he turned, his guests stood stupefied and open-mouthed with most unroyal +amazement. + +The Prince gasped out, "Sister, did you see him set fire to a hole? +Surely he did it, and with a dry splinter." + +The Princess turned quite pale. "Are the walls full of fire?" she asked, +anxiously, hugging baby Jamie closely. + +This was, indeed, like magic to the royal pair, and, truth to tell, the +young magician was nearly as much at a loss to explain the phenomenon. + +"It is gas, only gas," said Allan. + +"And what in the name of all the saints is this gas?" returned the +Prince. + +"Oh, something that is made from coal, and runs in tubes in the wall, +and burns in the air like oil," said Allan. "It is not loose; it can not +get out of the tubes. It is quite safe," he assured the frightened +Princess, "and the dry splinter has something on the tip--phosphorus, I +think--that fires when it is scraped." Thus re-assured, the royal pair +amused themselves for some time drawing matches, quite like common +children. After this Allan introduced his treadle press, and soon the +boys were deep in the mysteries of type-setting, inking, and taking +impressions. The Prince wondered greatly at a printing-press for a boy's +pastime, and still more to see it revolve so rapidly. + +"I once went," he said, "to see them print our London weekly. They had +no treadle, for the press was worked by hand; but then they had famous +printers there, and plenty of them, you see, and could send out a +thousand papers in a day," and he looked to Allan for admiration. + +"That was doing very well," was the calm response; "but with a treadle I +could work off about twice as many myself. In our country we use steam +to drive every sort of machine, and to-day our Yankee presses just buzz +round, and throw about eight thousand or ten thousand newspapers an +hour, all cut and folded." + +"Don't! don't!" cried Prince Charlie; "that is a little faster than I +can think. I am sure there can't be people enough to read so many. I +should lose my breath in your fast country. What, pray, is the use of +driving things like lightning? Let us try those cards; and now go slow, +my man, and let me see how you do it." + +Very soon they had printed, in old English type, "Charles Stuart, 1640," +and in a neat script, "Allan Wallace, 1880." The Prince decided he would +rather have the treadle press than anything he had yet seen. + +Meanwhile Jessie was doing her best to entertain the Princess Mary, who +had watched all of these wonders in her quiet way, holding Jamie by the +hand lest he should get into mischief. After the gas-lighting she was +more careful of him than ever, fearing some harm might befall the baby +brother in this new world of strange ways. + +But shortly after this a sharp cry made them all start; Jamie had caught +his busy, plump little hand in a wheel; he could not release it, and was +screaming with fright. Princess Mary ran to his relief. + +"What may this be?" she asked, when Jamie was soothed again. "Is it a +spinning-wheel?" + +"Indeed no," said Jessie; "I should be very glad to see one; but this is +a sewing-machine." + +"A what?" exclaimed her guest. + +But Jessie, for answer, had opened the cover, and taking two strips of +cloth from a drawer, began to stitch a seam at a flying speed. She was +very proud of this accomplishment, having but just learned. "I can play +better on this than on the piano," she remarked. The swift wheel whirled +while she talked, and the long seam flew from under the needle, and in +an instant was done. The trio stood in amazement, little Jamie being +spell-bound by the flying wheel. + +"Wonderful! wonderful!" cried Prince Charlie; "this is magic." + +The Princess asked, eagerly, "May I try it?" + +Jessie rose at once. The little lady daintily drew aside her satin robe, +and put her small shoes on the treadle. With the help of Jessie the +wheel was soon spinning briskly. The low hum and whir grew rapidly +louder. "What!" cried the Prince, "a tune?" and, wondering, Allan heard +the swift humming change to a lively measure. Louder and clearer it +rose, till the leal old Scotch ballad, "Wha'll be King but Charlie?" +rang out right gayly. The Prince seemed overjoyed, and directly began a +merry whistle to the loud swift music of the wheel. + +"What a stunning whistle!" commented Allan, admiringly. Higher and +clearer it rose, nearer and shriller it came, until it sounded close +into his very ear, piercing its sharp way like a steel point. He +started, and sprang aside to escape it; then it suddenly stopped. + +"Well, sir, is it possible you are awake at last?" said a cheery voice. +"You go down to your work like one of the Seven Sleepers. Here I've been +whistling 'Wha'll be King but Charlie?' right in your very ear, long +enough to wake the Sleeping Beauty herself." It was his father who +spoke. There he stood by Allan's bedside, laughing and tossing the +covers off from the bewildered boy. "Listen, sleepy-head; your mother +has been playing the same tune for ten minutes at least on the library +piano. She says the new picture brought back the old tune. Come, sir, +breakfast is waiting. Dress on the double-quick, you sluggard." + + + + +[Illustration] + +A DOLLS' RECEPTION. + + +A few days before Christmas there was given in New York a dolls' +reception in aid of the Sea-side Sanitarium--the charity that takes poor +children of the great city to the sea-side for a few days each summer. + +This reception was given in a hall on Thirty-third Street, and consisted +of a series of tableaux, in which all the characters were represented by +the most lovely and exquisitely dressed French dolls. These tableaux +were shown in dainty booths tastefully draped and decorated, so that the +effect was extremely pretty, and the reception furnished a novel and +delightful entertainment to the children who attended it in throngs +during the three days that it lasted. + +At the "Birthday Party" the name of each doll-guest appeared on a dainty +little dinner card laid beside each plate. + +Mother Goose and her children were dressed in the costumes with which +innumerable picture-books have made every child familiar. + +The dolls had their Christmas tree as well as children; and, mounted on +a ladder, Santa Claus (a doll's Santa Claus, you know) made believe +distribute beautiful Christmas gifts. + + + + +[Begun in No. 58 of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, December 7.] + +TOBY TYLER; + +OR, TEN WEEKS WITH A CIRCUS. + +BY JAMES OTIS. + +CHAPTER III. + +THE NIGHT RIDE. + + +The wagon on which Mr. Lord was to send his new-found employe was, by +the most singular chance, the one containing the monkeys, and Toby +accepted this as a good omen. He would be near his venerable friend all +night, and there was some consolation in that. The driver instructed the +boy to watch his movements, and when he saw him leading his horses +around, "to look lively, and be on hand, for he never waited for any +one." + +Toby not only promised to do as ordered, but he followed the driver +around so closely that, had he desired, he could not have rid himself of +his little companion. + +The scene which presented itself to Toby's view was strange and weird in +the extreme. Shortly after he had attached himself to the man with whom +he was to ride, the performance was over, and the work of putting the +show and its belongings into such a shape as could be conveyed from one +town to another was soon in active operation. Toby forgot his grief, +forgot that he was running away from the only home he had ever known--in +fact, forgot everything concerning himself--so interested was he in that +which was going on about him. + +As soon as the audience had got out of the tent--and almost before--the +work of taking down the canvas was begun. + +Torches were stuck in the earth at regular intervals, the lights that +had shone so brilliantly in and around the ring had been extinguished, +the canvas sides had been taken off, and the boards that had formed the +seats were being packed into one of the carts with a rattling sound that +seemed as if a regular fusillade of musketry was being indulged in. Men +were shouting; horses were being driven hither and thither, harnessed to +the wagons, or drawing the huge carts away as soon as they had been +loaded; and everything seemed in the greatest state of confusion, while +really the work was being done in the most systematic manner possible. + +Toby had not long to wait before the driver informed him that the time +for starting had arrived, and assisted him to climb up to the narrow +seat whereon he was to ride that night. + +The scene was so exciting, and his efforts to stick to the narrow seat +so great, that he really had no time to attend to the homesick feeling +that had crept over him during the first part of the evening. + +[Illustration: TOBY'S FIRST NIGHT RIDE.--DRAWN BY W. A. ROGERS.] + +The long procession of carts and wagons drove slowly out of the town, +and when the last familiar house had been passed the driver spoke to +Toby for the first time since they started. + +"Pretty hard work to keep on--eh, sonny?" + +"Yes," replied the boy, as the team ran over a rock, bounced him high in +the air, and he, by strenuous efforts, barely succeeded in alighting on +the seat again, "it is pretty hard work; an' my name's Toby Tyler." + +Toby heard a queer sound that seemed to come from the man's throat, and +for a few moments he feared that his companion was choking. But he soon +understood that this was simply an attempt to laugh, and he at once +decided that it was a very poor style of laughing. + +"So you object to being called sonny, do you?" + +"Well, I'd rather be called Toby, for, you see, that's my name." + +"All right, my boy; we'll call you Toby. I suppose you thought it was a +mighty fine thing to run away an' jine a circus, didn't you?" + +Toby started in affright, looked around cautiously, and then tried to +peer down through the small square aperture, guarded by iron rods, that +opened into the cage just back of the seat they were sitting on. Then he +turned slowly around to the driver, and asked, in a voice sunk to a +whisper: "How did you know that I was runnin' away? Did he tell you?" +and Toby motioned with his thumb as if he were pointing out some one +behind him. + +It was the driver's turn now to look around in search of the "he" +referred to by Toby. + +"Who do you mean?" asked the man, impatiently. + +"Why, the old feller; the one in the cart there. I think he knew I was +runnin' away, though he didn't say anything about it; but he looked just +as if he did." + +The driver looked at Toby in perfect amazement for a moment, and then, +as if suddenly understanding the boy, he relapsed into one of those +convulsive efforts that caused the blood to rush up into his face, and +gave him every appearance of having a fit. + +"You must mean one of the monkeys," said the driver, after he had +recovered his breath, which had been almost shaken out of his body by +the silent laughter. "So you thought a monkey had told me what any fool +could have seen if he had watched you for five minutes?" + +"Well," said Toby, slowly, as if he feared he might provoke one of those +terrible laughing spells again, "I saw him to-night, an' he looked as if +he knew what I was doin'; so I up an' told him, an' I didn't know but +he'd told you, though he didn't look to me like a feller that would be +mean." + +There was another internal shaking on the part of the driver, which Toby +did not fear as much, since he was getting accustomed to it, and then +the man said, "Well, you are the queerest little cove I ever saw." + +"I s'pose I am," was the reply, accompanied by a long-drawn sigh. "I +don't seem to amount to so much as the other fellers do, an' I guess +it's because I'm always hungry: you see, I eat awful, Uncle Dan'l says." + +The only reply which the driver made to this plaintive confession was to +put his hand down into the deepest recesses of one of his deep pockets, +and to draw therefrom a huge doughnut, which he handed to his companion. + +Toby was so much at his ease by this time that the appetite which had +failed him at supper had now returned in full force, and he devoured the +doughnut in a most ravenous manner. + +"You're too small to eat so fast," said the man, in a warning tone, as +the last morsel of the greasy sweetness disappeared, and he fished up +another for the boy. "Some time you'll get hold of one of the India +rubber doughnuts that they feed to circus people, an' choke yourself to +death." + +Toby shook his head, and devoured this second cake as quickly as he had +the first, craning his neck, and uttering a funny little squeak as the +last bit went down, just as a chicken does when he gets too large a +mouthful of dough. + +"I'll never choke," he said, confidently; "I'm used to it; and Uncle +Dan'l says I could eat a pair of boots an' never wink at 'em; but I +don't just believe that." + +As the driver made no reply to this remark, Toby curled himself up on +one corner of the seat, and watched with no little interest all that was +passing on around him. Each one of the wagons had a lantern fastened to +the hind axle, and these lights could be seen far ahead on the road, as +if a party of fire-flies had started in single file on an excursion. The +trees by the side of the road stood out weird and ghostly-looking in the +darkness, and the rumble of the carts ahead and behind formed a musical +accompaniment to the picture that sounded strangely doleful. + +Mile after mile was passed over in perfect silence, save now and then +when the driver would whistle a few bars of some very dismal tune that +would fairly make Toby shiver with its mournfulness. Eighteen miles was +the distance from Guilford to the town where the next performance of the +circus was to be given, and as Toby thought of the ride before them, it +seemed as if the time would be almost interminable. He curled himself up +on one corner of the seat, and tried very hard to go to sleep; but just +as his eyes began to grow heavy, the wagon would jolt over some rock or +sink deep in some rut, till Toby, the breath very nearly shaken out of +his body, and his neck almost dislocated, would sit bolt-upright, +clinging to the seat with both hands, as if he expected each moment to +be pitched out into the mud. + +The driver watched him closely, and each time that he saw him shaken up +and awakened so thoroughly he would indulge in one of his silent +laughing spells, until Toby would wonder whether he would ever recover +from it. Several times had Toby been awakened, and each time he had seen +the amusement his sufferings caused, until he finally resolved to put an +end to the sport by keeping awake. + +"What is your name?" he asked of the driver, thinking a conversation +would be the best way to rouse himself into wakefulness. + +"Wa'al," said the driver, as he gathered the reins carefully in one +hand, and seemed to be debating in his mind how he should answer the +question, "I don't know as I know myself, it's been so long since I've +heard it." + +Toby was wide enough awake now, as this rather singular problem was +forced upon his mind. He revolved the matter silently for some moments, +and at last he asked, "What do folks call you when they want to speak to +you?" + +"They always call me old Ben, an' I've got so used to the name that I +don't need any other." + +Toby wanted very much to ask more questions, but he wisely concluded +that it would not be agreeable to his companion. + +"I'll ask the old man about it," said Toby to himself, referring to the +aged monkey, whom he seemed to feel acquainted with; "he most likely +knows, if he'll say anything." After this the conversation ceased, until +Toby again ventured to suggest, "It's a pretty long drive, hain't it?" + +"You want to wait till you've been in this business a year or two," said +Ben, sagely, "an' then you won't think much of it. Why, I've known the +show towns to be thirty miles apart, an' them was the times when we had +lively work of it: riding all night and working all day kind of wears on +a fellow." + +"Yes, I s'pose so," said Toby, with a sigh, as he wondered whether he +had got to work as hard as that; "but I suppose you get all you want to +eat, don't you?" + +"Now you've struck it," said Ben, with the air of one about to impart a +world of wisdom, as he crossed one leg over the other, that his position +might be as comfortable as possible while he was initiating his young +companion into the mysteries of the life. "I've had all the boys ride +with me since I've been with this show, an' I've tried to start them +right; but they didn't seem to profit by it, an' always got sick of the +show, an' run away, just because they didn't look out for themselves as +they ought to. Now listen to me, Toby, an' remember what I say. You +see, they put us all in a hotel together, an' some of these places where +we go don't have any too much stuff on the table. Whenever we strike a +new town, you find out at the hotel what time they have the grub ready, +an' you be on hand so's to get in with the first. Eat all you can, an' +fill your pockets." + +"If that's all a feller has to do to travel with a circus," said Toby, +"I'm just the one, 'cause I always used to do just that when I hadn't +any idea of bein' a circus man." + +"Then you'll get along all right," said Ben, as he checked the speed of +his horses, and, looking carefully ahead, said, as he guided his team to +one side of the road, "This is as far as we're going to-night." + +Toby learned that they were within a couple of miles of the town, and +that the entire procession would remain by the road-side until time to +make the grand entree into the village, when every wagon, horse, and man +would be decked out in the most gorgeous array, as they had been when +they entered Guilford. + +Under Ben's direction he wrapped himself in an old horse-blanket, lay +down on the top of the wagon, and he was so tired from the excitement of +the day and night that he had hardly stretched out at full length before +he was fast asleep. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +THE NEW-YEAR'S WELCOME. + +BY MARY D. BRINE. + + + Ring, bells, ring! for the King is here; + Ring, bells, ring! for the glad New Year. + He mounts his throne with a smiling face, + His sceptre lifts with majestic grace. + Ring for the joy his advent brings; + Ring for the happy songs he sings; + Ring for the promises sweet and true + With which we gladden our hearts anew. + + The new-born Year is a happy fellow, + His voice is sweet, and low, and mellow; + With the Christmas holly his head is crowned, + With the Christmas blessings we'll wrap him round. + Then ring, bells, ring! for the joyous day-- + The Past lies silent, the Present is gay; + Ring out your merriest, cheer after cheer, + To welcome the birth of the Happy New Year! + + + + +BEE-HUNTING. + +BY JIMMY BROWN. + + +The more I see of this world the hollower I find everybody. I don't mean +that people haven't got their insides in them, but they are so +dreadfully ungrateful. No matter how kind and thoughtful any one may be, +they never give him any credit for it. They will pretend to love you and +call you "dear Jimmy what a fine manly boy come here and kiss me" and +then half an hour afterward they'll say "where's that little wretch let +me just get hold of him O! I'll let him know." Deceit and ingratitude +are the monster vices of the age and they are rolling over our beloved +land like the flood. (I got part of that elegant language from the +temperance lecturer last week, but I improved it a good deal.) + +There is Aunt Sarah. The uncle that belonged to her died two years ago +and she's awfully rich. She comes to see us sometimes with Tommy--that's +her boy, a little fellow ten years old--and you ought to see how mother +and Sue wait on her and how pleasant father is when she's in the room. +Now she always said that she loved me like her own son. She'd say to +father "How I envy you that noble boy what a comfort he must be to you," +and father would say "Yes he has some charming qualities" and look as if +he hadn't laid onto me with his cane that very morning and told me that +my conduct was such. You'll hardly believe that just because I did the +very best I could and saved her precious Tommy from an apple grave, Aunt +Sarah says I'm a young Cain and knows I'll come to the gallows. + +She came to see us last Friday, and on Saturday I was going bee-hunting. +I read all about it in a book. You take an axe and go out-doors and +follow a bee, and after a while the bee takes you to a hollow tree full +of honey and you cut the tree down and carry the honey home in thirty +pails and sell it for ever so much. I and Sam McGinnis were going and +Aunt Sarah says "O take Tommy with you the dear child would enjoy it so +much." Of course no fellow that's twelve years old wants a little chap +like that tagging after him but mother spoke up and said that I'd be +delighted to take Tommy and so I couldn't help myself. + +We stopped in the wood-shed and borrowed father's axe and then we found +a bee. The bee wouldn't fly on before us in a straight line but kept +lighting on everything, and once he lit on Sam's hand and stung him +good. However we chased the bee lively and by-and-by he started for his +tree and we ran after him. We had just got to the old dead apple-tree in +the pasture when we lost the bee and we all agreed that his nest must be +in the tree. It's an awfully big old tree, and it's all rotted away on +one side so that it stands as if it was ready to fall over any minute. + +Nothing would satisfy Tommy but to climb that tree. We told him he'd +better let a bigger fellow do it but he wouldn't listen to reason. So we +gave him a boost and he climbed up to where the tree forked and then he +stood up and began to say something when he disappeared. We thought he +had fallen out of the tree and we ran round to the other side to pick +him up but he wasn't there. Sam said it was witches but I knew he must +be somewhere so I climbed up the tree and looked. + +He had slipped down into the hollow of the tree and was wedged in tight. +I could just reach his hair but it was so short that I couldn't get a +good hold so as to pull him out. Wasn't he scared though! He howled and +said "O take me out I shall die," and Sam wanted to run for the doctor. + +I told Tommy to be patient and I'd get him out. So I slid down the tree +and told Sam that the only thing to do was to cut the tree down and then +open it and take Tommy out. It was such a rotten tree I knew it would +come down easy. So we took turns chopping, and the fellow who wasn't +chopping kept encouraging Tommy by telling him that the tree was 'most +ready to fall. After working an hour the tree began to stagger and +presently down she came with an awful crash and burst into a million +pieces. + +Sam and I said Hurray! and then we poked round in the dust till we found +Tommy. He was all over red dust and was almost choked, but he was +awfully mad. Just because some of his ribs were broke--so the doctor +said--he forgot all Sam and I had done for him. I shouldn't have minded +that much, because you don't expect much from little boys, but I did +think his mother would have been grateful when we brought him home and +told her what we had done. Then I found what all her professions were +worth. She called father and told him that I and the other miscurrent +had murdered her boy. Sam was so frightened at the awful name she called +him that he ran home, and father told me I could come right up stairs +with him. + +They couldn't have treated me worse if I'd let Tommy stay in the tree +and starve to death. I almost wish I had done it. It does seem as if the +more good a boy does the more the grown folks pitch into him. The moment +Sue is married to Mr. Travers I mean to go and live with him. He never +scolds, and always says that Susan's brother is as dear to him as his +own, though he hasn't got any. + + + + +SING A SONG O' SIXPENCE. + +DRAWN BY R. CALDECOTT. + + +[Illustration] + + Sing a Song o' Sixpence, + +[Illustration] + + A Pocketful of Rye; + +[Illustration] + + Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds + Baked in a Pie. + +[Illustration] + + When the Pie was opened, + The Birds began to sing; + +[Illustration] + + Was not that a dainty Dish + To set before the King? + +[Illustration] + + The King was in his Counting-house + Counting out his Money. + +[Illustration] + + The Queen was in the Parlor, + Eating Bread and Honey. + +[Illustration] + + The Maid was in the Garden, + Hanging out the Clothes; + +[Illustration] + + There came a little Blackbird, + +[Illustration] + + And nipped off her Nose. + But there came a Jenny Wren + And popped it on again. + +[Illustration] + + + + +HOW SANTA CLAUS CAME. + +BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD. + + +"Now, Don," said Rad Burnell, dolefully, "do you believe any kind of a +snow-storm could stop Santa Claus?" + +"From coming?" + +"Well, yes, that's it. I heard father tell mother 'he' couldn't get here +in time, and I know he meant something about Christmas, by the way he +looked at Petish and Molly." + +"Was Berry there?" + +"She was sound asleep in the cradle, and mother said, 'Berry won't care, +but it'll be a dispoint for the rest of 'em.'" + +"It's an awful snow-storm, Rad, but I guess Santa Claus'll come, for all +of that." + +Just a little later, Mr. Burnell said to his wife, "I'm sorry we didn't +get our things in the village, Maria; but it's too late now. Don't say +anything to the children. It'll be bad enough when it comes." + +Nobody else heard him, but Mrs. Burnell looked as if she wanted to cry. + +That was one of the whitest nights anybody in the world ever saw, for +the snow had thrown the thickest kind of a white blanket over +everything. Some of the roads were drifted level from fence to fence, +and the railroads were having a tremendous time of it. Anything so black +as a locomotive could hardly feel at home, pushing its way along through +so white a country or into so white a village as Middleville was that +Christmas-eve. + +It was a dreadfully long night, and Petish woke up three times, and +tried to make herself believe it was morning. The last time she heard +the great clock in the Academy steeple, on the village green, pounding +away at its task of telling what time it was. + +"I'll count," said Petish. +"Nine--twelve--seven--fourteen--fiveteen--six--I guess it's 'most time +to get up. Must be it's Christmas now." + +Just then she heard a noise in the next room, and she listened with all +her ears. First it was a rustle, and then the loudest kind of a +whisper--loud enough to have been heard in daytime. + +"Rad! Rad! it's just struck five. Let's take a scoot down stairs and see +about it. We can hurry right back again." + +"They're pulling on their stockings," said Petish. "I'll get up and pull +on mine, but I won't let them see me." + +She tried very hard to get up without waking Molly; but it was of no +use, for Molly's sleep had been begun at the right time, and was fairly +over now, considering that it was Christmas morning. + +"Oh, Petish, what are you going to do?" + +"'Sh! 'sh! Molly. The boys are going down stairs to look, and I'm going +too. Lie still." + +But Molly was two years older than Petish, and she wouldn't lie still. +She was out on the floor in a twinkling, and she made Petish wrap +herself all up in a blanket, and she pretty nearly buried her own chubby +shape in a comfortable. + +That was about what Rad and Don had done already, and they were now +carefully creeping down stairs in the dark. + +The door of the front parlor was nearest the foot of the stairs, and the +boys left it open after them when they went in, but Molly and Petish +closed it very softly and carefully the moment they were safe in the +dim, gloomy parlor. The boys were just beyond the folding-doors at that +moment, and did not see that they were followed. + +Berry was sound asleep in her crib, within reach of her mother, or she +would have heard her say, just then, "Oh, John, it's a dreadful +disappointment! What will those poor children do?" + +"Poor Petish!" said Mr. Burnell. "We can explain it to the boys, and +they can wait, and to Molly, but it'll be bad enough for any of 'em." + +"But Petish'll break her little heart if she finds that Santa Claus +hasn't come." + +"It'll be almost as much of a disappointment to Aunt Sally and Frank. I +hope they'll bring Mid with them when they come." + +"Of course they will." + +Now that had been a very long, white, beautiful, dark night, and a great +many queer things had happened in it. They are sure to, in any "night +before Christmas"; but there had been a wonderfully deep snow-storm. + +Away on toward morning, just when the Academy clock was trying to make +sound-asleep people hear that it was really four, a tired-out and +frosty-looking railway train came smoking and coughing up to the +platform at the village railway station. + +It did not stop long, but some people got out of one of the +sleeping-cars, and some baggage was tumbled out of the baggage-car, and +a sleepy man with a lantern said: "Yes, sir. Carriage yer in a minute, +sir. All right." + +"We don't want any carriage, my man. Take our checks, and have our +trunks brought over to Mr. Burnett's before seven o'clock. We'll walk +right there now. Come, Sally. Come along, Mid." + +"Frank! husband! you'll drop some of those things!" + +"No, I won't, Sally." + +"Mid, my dear boy, look out for that box; it's only pasteboard." + +"I'll be careful, mother. I ain't awake yet. But it takes all three of +us to Santa Claus this pile. Hope it isn't far." + +The cold, frosty air was fast getting Mid wide awake, and they did look, +all three of them, as if they would have done better with a sleigh and a +good team of reindeer. + +The distance was short, but Aunt Sally talked pretty nearly all the way. + +"We must do it, Frank," she said, as they drew near the gate. "I'm sure +they've given us up. We can get in. There never was any bolt on the +kitchen window, over the pump. Middleton can climb right in, and come +and open the side door for us." + +"Oh, but won't that be fun!" exclaimed Mid, as he hurried silently +forward. + +"'Sh! there, Sally," whispered Uncle Frank, as he and his portly, +merry-faced wife lugged their bundles after Mid. + +It was less than half a minute before they were in the kitchen. They +promptly shut the door between the dining-room--that was the +sitting-room too--and the back parlor, and then how they did work! + +Plenty of wood and shavings and kindlings were lying in front of the +great Franklin stove in the dining-room, and there was quickly a blazing +fire there, and in the kitchen too, and Mid insisted on lighting every +lamp and candle he could lay his hands on. + +Then the bundles came open, and their contents began to shine all around +the chimney and over the mantel, and even on some of the chairs. + +"It's too bad we haven't any of their stockings," began Aunt Sally; but +she exclaimed, the next instant: "Oh, Frank! here's Maria's work-basket, +all full of stockings. I know them. Those are Don's. There's a pair of +Rad's. Molly's. Petish. Berry's--the dear little kitten! We've got 'em." + +"Mother, let's set the table." + +"That's it. You help him do it, father. Won't we give 'em a surprise!" + +It was wonderful how those three did work, and not make any noise about +it, and how they did change the looks of that dining-room and kitchen +before five o'clock. Aunt Sally even put on the tea-kettle, and made +some coffee, and it was evident that for once Santa Claus was disposed +to be very much "at home." + +If they had not been drinking their coffee, perhaps they might have +heard a voice, not many minutes after five o'clock, whispering anxiously +to somebody in the back parlor, "I say, there's a light coming through +the key-hole!" + +"There's a rattle, too, in there." + +"Burglars?" + +"Pooh! No; it's Christmas." + +"Oh, boys, is Santa Claus really in there? Has he got here?" + +"Is that you, Petish? And Molly too? Keep still. I'm just going to open +the door a little mite of a crack, but you can all peek in." + +Aunt Sally's ears must have been good ones, for, carefully as Don opened +that door, and faint as was the squeak it made, she sprang suddenly +toward it. + +"Is that you, Maria? Hush! Don't make a sound. Not a loud noise for +anything!" + +"We won't, Aunt Sally. Hush-sh-sh!" + +Even Petish did just as she was told for once, for she was a little +scared when the great blaze of light came shining through the door as +Aunt Sally pushed it wide open. + +It was shut again the moment they were all in the room, and then it was +all Aunt Sally and Uncle Frank could do to keep up any kind of silence +in that merry assembly. They could not have done it at all if Aunt Sally +had not told them all: "It's a great secret. You must help us give papa +and mamma a big surprise. Now let's get breakfast for them." + +"Biddy went away yesterday morning," said Molly, "but I know where the +eggs are." + +Whatever she and Petish could not find, Don and Rad could, and Aunt +Sally was the best kind of a cook. + +It was nearly six o'clock when Mrs. Burnell said to her husband: "I'm +glad Berry waked up. She's all dressed now, and I can wrap her up warm." + +"So am I, my dear. I'll go right down with you." + +"Those poor children! I haven't the heart to look at them. Let's hurry +down." + +So they did, and Berry went down in her mother's arms, but they little +dreamed what was coming. + +A great shout welcomed them as they opened the door of the dining-room. + +"Wish you Merry Christmas." + +"Oh, Sally! Frank! I am so glad! But how did you get in?" + +"Breakfast's ready." + +"Christmas has come." + +Nobody could have described that next half-hour to have saved his life, +and Aunt Sally said she had never been so happy in all hers. + +"Molly," said Petish, "won't you go up stairs and bring down all our +clothes?" + +"Yes, children," said their mother, "you must get dressed." + +"Yes; and, mother," said Petish, "there was only two pairs of my +stockings in the basket, and they're both full. If Molly'll bring the +pair I had on, there's more'n enough to fill 'em." + +So there was, for Aunt Sally had not only bought and brought everything +Mr. and Mrs. Burnell had written to her about, but she had heaped on a +huge assortment of presents on her own account, and Petish had at least +her share, while Uncle Frank had looked out for Molly, and nobody had +forgotten Berry or any of the boys. + +It was quite the usual time when they got ready to eat at last, but +there was nothing of what Rad and Petish called a "dispoint" in any face +at that breakfast table. + +Santa Claus had come. + + + + +[Begun in YOUNG PEOPLE No. 58, December 7.] + +MILDRED'S BARGAIN. + +A Story for Girls. + +BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. + +CHAPTER III. + + +Milly's heart gave a bound, and then seemed to stand still. + +"Here I am," said the woman, smiling. "I've called to make you even a +better offer. You pay me fifty cents a week for that dress, and any week +you _can't pay_, why, you can return the silk, provided it's decently +clean, and I'll allow you a couple o' dollars, when I take it back, for +the making. Come, now, I don't mind throwing in the linings, and I won't +bother you for the first fortnight." + +Now, as you have seen, Milly had gone through just the process of +reasoning to make the peddler's words sound most alluring. The woman +read in the young girl's face an instant's doubt followed by decision, +and as quickly as possible she produced from her bag the roll of gray +silk. Mildred never quite remembered how she made that purchase, or +rather that _bargain_, for honorable purchase it certainly was not. The +shining silk and the linings were put into her hands, and before she +knew it she had signed a paper, a copy of which the peddler gave her. +The transaction only occupied a few moments. Milly tucked the silk away +in the room devoted to the bonnets and cloaks and luncheons of the +sales-women, and was in her place before she fully realized that her +longing of the day previous was granted. The morning passed heavily, and +she was well pleased when it came her turn to take thirty minutes for +lunch. But on entering the cloak-room her dismay was unbounded. Three or +four of the shop-girls were clustered about Mildred's precious parcel, +and a chorus of voices greeted her entrance. + +"Look here, Miss Lee. Whose do you suppose this is?" + +"Well, isn't this lovely?" + +"_Could_ any one have stolen it?" + +"No," said Mildred, quietly, yet not without a flush on her cheeks. "It +is mine. The--person I bought it of brought it here to me to-day." + +[Illustration: THE GIRLS DISCOVER MILDRED'S PURCHASE.] + +"_Yours!_" exclaimed Jenny Martin, who had thrown one end of the silk +over her shoulder. "Well, that _is_ pretty good on five dollars a week!" + +Mildred's face burned, but something in Jenny's rude words smote her +conscience, and she tried to look good-humored, while Jenny admired +herself a moment in the cracked glass, the other girls eying her as well +as Mildred with some new respect. + +Jenny tossed the silk from her shoulders with a little sniff, and +Mildred felt glad enough to put it away, and eat a hasty lunch. She was +doubly glad, when her working hours were over, to hurry home, carrying +her new treasure, which she had resolved not to show her mother until +the night of the party. But a surprise awaited her on her return to the +cottage. Mrs. Lee had received an invitation from a cousin in Boston to +spend a fortnight with his family, and she had already arranged with her +few pupils to avail herself of this unlooked-for holiday. + +All was excitement and preparation. Will, the second boy, was to go with +his mother, and instead of tea on the cozy little table there were odds +and ends of tapes, buttons, and threads, half-worn garments, and one or +two new things, while Debby, the one servant, and Mrs. Lee were both +stitching as if for a wager. They looked up with flushed faces to greet +Milly. + +"Oh, my dear," said the mother, after explaining matters, "do sit down +and help; we are to be off to-morrow morning." + +Milly saw she could not hope for a moment to sew on the new dress until +after her mother and Will were gone, and so she entered with an earnest +good-will into assisting them, and was genuinely pleased by their +prospects of enjoyment. The next few days flew by. Once the children +were safely in bed Mildred would draw forth her work, and so by dint of +hard labor the dress was finished Monday evening. She made her toilet +rather nervously when Tuesday night came. What between her hurry after +getting home, and her anxiety to conceal her dress from Debby and her +little sister Margaret, Mildred found it difficult to enjoy the "first +wear" of the gray silk; but certainly, she thought, as she surveyed her +work in her mirror, it _was_ a success. It fitted admirably, and she had +had the good taste to make it simply as became a young girl only +sixteen, though it in _no_ way became a girl working hard for twenty +dollars a month. She took good care to envelop herself completely in a +water-proof cloak before Debby and little Kate saw her, and thus +equipped she started off under her brother Joe's escort for the big +house in Lane Street. + +[TO BE CONTINUED.] + + + + +AN EMPTY STOCKING. + +BY MRS. MARGARET SANGSTER. + + +[Illustration] + +I am very sure that most boys and girls will agree with me that there is +nothing in the whole year quite so delightful as taking down the +Christmas stocking. Of course it is charming to hang it up; but one +never feels the least bit sleepy on Christmas-eve, and it seems so long +to wait until morning shall come. The air is astir with excitement and +mystery, and Santa Claus is known to be hovering about waiting for eyes +to be closed, and children to go comfortably away to dream-land. +By-and-by everybody does manage to fall asleep, and then by some strange +magic the long, limp stockings are crammed with toys, books, bonbons, +tools, dolls, and skates, or lovely ribbons, laces, watches, and gems. +How beautifully they bulge out, every inch of room packed, while the +overflow, which could not possibly be forced into any stocking, is piled +temptingly on the tables and chairs. + +Now look at this poor little girl who hung up her stocking on +Christmas-eve, hoping that the good Santa Claus would come down the +chimney and put something nice in it. She was afraid he would forget +her, and still she hoped that maybe he might bring just one dolly, and +slip it away down into the toe, where she would find it, and be, oh! so +glad. Little Jennie is used to being cold and hungry, and does not mind +a great many privations which more fortunate children never have to +endure. She can sweep crossings in old shoes, and wear a ragged shawl, +without envying girls who are wrapped in soft furs. These merry holidays +have not made her envious; and yet when Florence and Susie and Mabel +have flitted by on the street, their arms full of parcels, and their +fathers and mothers buying them every beautiful thing that the shop +windows show, she has wished and wished that _she_ might have just one +dolly--only one. So, thinking that maybe if she hung up her stocking her +desire would be granted, she did so on Christmas-eve, and went to bed +that night without minding the cold. The stocking hung where she placed +it. Nobody came down the chimney, or up the stairs, or in at the door. +Her mother was so tired and discouraged that she took no notice of +Jennie's stocking, and if she had, it is doubtful whether she could have +found a gift to gladden the child. + +Sometimes little girls like Jennie have parents who are not kind and +good like yours, because they love liquor and spend their earnings to +procure that. There are plenty of empty stockings on Christmas in homes +where fathers and mothers are drunkards. + +Little Jennie looks very forlorn holding her empty stocking in her hand. +The picture is a shadow on the gayety of this festive time, but it is +inserted in the New-Year's number of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, that some of +the readers may be prompted to think what they can do to send pleasures +to little ones whose lives are seldom gay. + +A very large part of your Christmas happiness came from the gifts you +bestowed as well as from those you received. It was not a selfish +festival in homes where brothers and sisters exchanged love-tokens; and +the weeks you spent in making pretty presents with your own hands, in +saving your pocket-money, and in planning to surprise your dear ones, +were very happy weeks indeed. Now I have something to propose, which you +need not wait a whole year to carry out. You know there are Flower +Missions and Fruit Missions, which send flowers and fruit to the homes +of the sick poor. Why should there not be a Toy Mission too? Most of you +have a dolly, or two, or three, perhaps, which you could spare, and some +of you have books you have read, and playthings which you have outgrown, +which would make poor children wild with joy. Some of the Sunday-schools +have tried this way of keeping Christmas, and have brought their gifts +to be distributed among the poor. And some of the benevolent enterprises +of the city send out holiday bags, to be filled and returned with all +sorts of necessary things. A Toy Mission would be a little different +from these, and with a little help from and organization by older +brothers and sisters, it could be easily put into operation. The city +missionaries and Bible-readers can tell just where there are children +like Jennie in the picture, and some of the express companies willingly +carry packages and parcels of the kind I mean, free of charge. + +The House of the Good Shepherd, Tompkin's Cove, New York, has for +several years sent cute-looking cloth bags to its friends, with the +request that they be filled with gifts for its inmates. One Christmas +season the children of the Wilson Industrial School of this city +undertook to fill one of these, and their teacher told me it was very +touching to see the eagerness and generosity with which they, so poor +themselves, brought their carefully kept and mended treasures to send to +the "poor children who had no friends to love them." + + + + +[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] + + +Once more we wish a very Happy New Year to all our young friends. We +have done our best to make the past year brighter to them, and they have +made it very pleasant for us by their constant and hearty expressions of +pleasure and approval. + +Christmas is past. How many of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE remembered to +make some poor child happy on Christmas-day? If some of them were too +much occupied with their own sparkling Christmas trees to think of the +friendless and homeless little ones all around them, we beg them to stop +now and remember that they can not begin the new year better than by +bringing a smile to some sad, wan little face. There are poor children +everywhere, in the streets, in hospitals, in wretched and desolate +homes, over whose young life poverty and misfortune have thrown a heavy +cloud. It must always be remembered that their suffering arises from no +fault of their own, and those to whom fortune has been more generous +should never forget to help from their abundance the little ones toward +whom the world has turned a cold and unkind face. Now if every reader of +YOUNG PEOPLE would give some little thing, if it be only a bunch of +flowers or evergreen, how many poor little faces might be made brighter +on New-Year's morning! A few oranges, or a picture-book, will make a +sick, friendless child happy. Those of you who live near together, and +have your "YOUNG PEOPLE Clubs," which you write so prettily about, can +have a meeting, and fill baskets with playthings you do not need. Mamma +will help you buy some oranges, and perhaps a warm scarf or pair of +stockings, and she will advise you, too, of the best way to dispose of +them. Every one of you can do something, and in that way you will bring +to yourself, as well as to others, a real Happy New Year. + + * * * * * + + WINNIPEG, MANITOBA, CANADA. + + I read all of the letters in the Post-office Box, and I like them, + and I like all of the stories. Sometimes I miss my paper, and I + feel very sorry, and sometimes I bring it home and lay it on the + table, and my younger brother takes it and leaves it on the floor; + then the baby gets it and tears it. That does not please me. My + papa is an editor. I have three brothers and two sisters. I am ten + years old. + + There are two rivers here, the Assiniboine and the Red. They are + very muddy rivers, and it is hard to learn to swim in them. Every + spring somebody has been drowned. The banks of the Assiniboine are + undermined. It is awfully cold up here in the winter. + + HARRY L. + + * * * * * + + LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY. + + I am nine years old. I do love to read YOUNG PEOPLE, and can hardly + wait for papa to bring it home. + + I went to Texas to see my relations, and we brought home a horned + frog. It never ate anything. We staked a pen for it in the back + yard, but it died. + + My papa and my uncles went hunting on the big prairie, and camped + out. Uncle Tom killed a striped catamount, and gave me the skin to + make a soft rug. Uncle Will killed two deer, and papa shot one, + but it got away. It is very warm in Texas, and at Galveston there + are lots of oysters. + + Mamma has promised to have my YOUNG PEOPLE bound for my birthday + gift. + + MINNIE L. C. + + * * * * * + + PLYMOUTH, MASSACHUSETTS. + + I take YOUNG PEOPLE, and I like it very much. We have it in school + to read instead of a reader. + + I live within one hundred yards of the rock where the Pilgrims + landed. + + C. F. S. + + * * * * * + + Harlem, New York. + + Dear "YOUNG PEOPLE,"--I have been one of your subscribers ever + since you were born, and I enjoy your company very much. I have a + large family to look after, but when I get all my children to + sleep, I take the time left me to read. My family consists of Dolly + Varden, Betsy, Daisy, and Pearl, who are all little girls, and + Sambo, who is the porter, and does all the work. I have my little + dog Tip to watch the house when I go out, and see that no strangers + disturb anything during my absence. Another important member of my + family is my pussy cat Sam. He is just as old as I am (eleven + years), and begins to be rather cross. He and Tip sometimes have + little spats, but I soon settle them, and make them be good friends + again. + + After school closed this summer I went to the country, where I had + splendid times. I fed the chickens several times during the day, + and I got some of them so tame they would eat out of my hands. + Then I had a little bit of a pig, which I picked from a whole + litter, and made a pet of him. + + We had a large dog that did the churning, but he did not like it + one bit. When the churn was being prepared for him to work, he + would whine and cry like a baby. + + When my papa came he made us a kite, which we raised real high. + Some of the birds were frightened at it, and others would fly + right up and peck at it to see what it was. It made us laugh to + see how the birds acted. + + For my birthday my papa sent me a set of archery, which we placed + on the lawn at the side of the house, and we enjoyed shooting at + the target ever so much. I can shoot real good now. + + I have a great deal to do, so will close my letter by telling you + that I am home again, and going to school. I also attend + Sunday-school, and have my music lessons to practice, so I am very + busy. + + IRENE M. N. + + * * * * * + + We are two dolls. Our mamma is a dear little black-eyed girl almost + ten years old, named Jennie. She is a good deal like Bessie + Maynard, and loves us as much as Bessie loves her doll Clytie. We + used to live in Nevada, but last summer we came to live in Central + City, Colorado. We all like YOUNG PEOPLE, and the Post-office Box + in particular. + + MINNIE and JOE MCG. + + * * * * * + + We have had this dear little paper ever since it was published. + Mamma is very glad to have it, for she is very particular about our + reading. I always spend the evening after it comes reading it to my + little brother Regie, who is eight years old. I am fourteen. My + father died when I was seven. + + Santa Cruz is a pretty town, and has good schools, both public and + private. We have roses all the year, as our winter is only a + succession of pleasant rains with warm sunny days between, like + spring in the Eastern States. + + The town is near the mouth of the broad, beautiful bay of + Monterey, so that we can see out into the Pacific Ocean. We have + grand times on the beach when the tide is low, searching for + shells and the beautiful sea-weeds. The lady principal of a school + here teaches us all about shells and algae, or sea-plants, and we + learn to name and classify them. I wish all the young people who + write about aquaria could see mine. I have hundreds of them in the + rocks by the sea in holes worn by the waves, from the size of a + wooden bucket to that of a large deep barrel. They are round, and + the walls are covered with limpets of all sizes, star-fish of + different colors, bright purple sea-urchins, and lovely pale green + and pink sea-anemones, which wave their petals in search of food. + Bright-hued crabs, fish, and creatures of which I have not yet + learned the name, move in the water. Every part is covered with + some form of life capable of motion, and with all kinds of + sea-plants. + + I would like to exchange shells and pressed sea-plants for other + shells, Lake Superior agates, or other small mineral specimens. I + would like to have everything clearly marked, and I will in return + name and classify the shells. + + HARRY BOWMAN, + Santa Cruz, California. + + * * * * * + +We print the following note in reply to many inquiries in regard to +postage-stamp catalogues, etc.: + + If any reader of YOUNG PEOPLE will write to me on matters connected + with stamps which can not well be published, inclosing stamp for + reply, I shall be happy to answer him. + + JOSEPH J. CASEY, + P. O. Box 1696, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Several of us have organized a club for the exchange of minerals. + We call it the American Mineralogical Club. We shall be glad to + have any of the readers of YOUNG PEOPLE join us if they are willing + to conform to the rules, which can be had upon application to the + secretary. + + GEORGE DAVIES, P. O. Box 80, + Pottstown, Montgomery County, Penn. + + * * * * * + +The following exchanges are offered by correspondents: + + Iron ore from Spain, Ireland, England, and different sections of + the United States, for good specimens of copper or zinc. + + WILLIE S. SHAFFER, + 20 North Second Street, Harrisburg, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + MISS AGNES MCMURDY, + Care of Mrs. R. M. Beckwith, + Palmyra, Wayne Co., N. Y. + + * * * * * + + United States Department stamps, or pieces of the Washington + Monument, for coins, minerals, or foreign stamps. + + HARRY LOWELL, + 830 Twentieth Street, Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + The Bavarian doctor mentioned in "The Story of the Boy-General," in + YOUNG PEOPLE No. 57, who tried to rescue Lafayette from the Olmuetz + prison, was Justus Erick Bollman, my uncle. + + If any reader of YOUNG PEOPLE will send me a Greek or a Danish + postage stamp, or two kinds of stamps from South America, I will + send in return an Indian arrow-head, or I will exchange Indian + pottery for any foreign stamps except English. + + C. H. BOLLMAN, Monongahela City, + Washington County, Penn. + + * * * * * + + I would like to exchange ocean curiosities for a genuine Indian bow + five feet long--not a bow like those Indians sell here in + Massachusetts, but a good one that will shoot. I should like two or + three arrows with it. + + In answer to Carrie V. D.'s question I would say that it is not + necessary to change the water in the carrot hanging basket, but + only to refill it when the water dries away. + + DANIEL D. LEE, + Myrtle Street, Jamaica Plains, Suffolk Co., Mass. + + * * * * * + + A stone from New York State for one from any other State, or + Canada. Postmarks for stamps, minerals, birds' eggs, or Indian + relics. Five postmarks for every bird's egg. + + WILLIAM PORTER CHAPMAN, JUN., + Norwich, Chenango County, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps from Europe, Asia, and other countries, for others. + + LOYAL DURAND, + 591 Cass Street, Milwaukee, Wis. + + * * * * * + + Postmarks. + + H. D. and R. B. HALL, + 39 Highland Street, Roxbury, Mass. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps. + + FREDDIE W. ALLREE, + 26 Cedar Avenue, Allegheny, Penn. + + * * * * * + + Foreign postage stamps for Navy, Interior, and Agricultural + Department stamps, and stamps from Newfoundland. + + WILLIS BISHOP, + 20 Gold Street, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + A white metal copy of the ancient Jewish shekel for an old coin or + a handsome shell. + + LIBBIE and MATTIE PENICK, St. Joseph, Mo. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps for minerals or Indian relics. + + WILLIAM H. RHEES, + 1317 Eleventh Street, N.W., Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs and Indian relics. + + ROSCOE S. NICKERSON, + Klamath Agency, Oregon. + + * * * * * + + Southern moss, specimens of sulphur, and some United States stamps + for foreign stamps. + + CLARENCE MARSH, + 2217 Calumet Avenue, Chicago, Ill. + + * * * * * + + Curiosities and specimens of all kinds. + + * * * * * + + L. E. WALKER, care of H. W. Walker, + Lock Box 316, Lansing, Mich. + + * * * * * + + Sea-weed, or pieces of the stone of which the new Capitol at Albany + is built, for curiosities of any kind. + + WILLIE L. WIDDEMER, + 99 Madison Avenue, Albany, N. Y. + + * * * * * + + United States Department stamps, or pieces of stone from the new + War and Navy Department buildings, or from the Washington Monument + now being finished, for shells, foreign stamps, or any curiosity. + + HORACE D. GOODALL, + 826 Twentieth Street, N.W., Washington, D. C. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps. + + CHARLES SWABEY, + Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. + + * * * * * + + Autographs of renowned men and women. + + C. J. OTTERBOURG, + 128 East Seventieth Street, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Minerals from the mines of Colorado for ocean curiosities or + postage stamps. + + LOUIS M. GROSS, + Care of Abel Brothers, Denver, Colorado. + + * * * * * + + A Canadian postmark and a Centennial three-cent stamp for a German + postage stamp. + + ARTHUR FROST, + Care of D. H. Frost, Belle Plaine, Iowa. + + * * * * * + + Twenty-five postmarks for five stamps. No duplicates. + + NELLIE V., + 343 Fifth Avenue, New York City. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs for other eggs; or a rock from every State in the Union + and from several foreign countries for twenty different kinds of + eggs. + + W. BOSTWICK, Care of John C. Remington, + Columbus, Muscogee County, Ga. + + * * * * * + + Birds' eggs. + + FRANK M. RICHARDS, + Farmington, Maine. + + * * * * * + + Minerals and fossils for shells and minerals. A good specimen of + copper ore especially desired. + + BARTAS W. JAY, Emporia, Kansas. + + * * * * * + + Postage stamps for birds' eggs, coins, or minerals. + + WENNIE HOLMES, Bay City, Mich. + + * * * * * + +J. T. M.--See answer to Ida B. D., in Post-office Box of YOUNG PEOPLE +No. 51. + + * * * * * + +HENRY A. BLAKESLEY, HARRY F. HAINES, E. A. DE LIMA, AND MANY OTHERS.--We +are sorry not to print your requests for exchange, but that department +of our Post-office Box is so very crowded that we can not give space to +addresses which have been already published, unless the exchange +offered is of some new article. Neither can we attend to irregularities +between exchanges, which arise in almost every instance from +carelessness, or failure to give a proper address. We know of no remedy +for those who fail to receive answers to their letters except to +continue sending reminders to the delinquent correspondent. A great many +boys and girls write to us that they receive so many letters, they can +not answer them all promptly, as they are going to school, and very busy +with studies, but that they will surely answer them in time. We hope +they will not forget this promise, as a letter should always be +acknowledged. + + * * * * * + +P. I. G.--The rudder of the ice-boat is not fastened. The rudder-post +runs up through the keelson, which rests on an iron pin driven through +the post just above the rudder. The runner irons are sharp. + + * * * * * + +ALFRED C. T.--The directions you require are in preparation, and will +appear in an early number of YOUNG PEOPLE. + + * * * * * + +CECIL X.--There is no limit to the age of our contributors, but we would +advise you to wait until you are a little older before you try to write +a story. + + * * * * * + +HARRY OLMSTEAD, W. F., AND E. N. HIGH.--There are so many kinds of +printing-presses for boys that the best thing for you to do is to notice +the advertisements which are in all newspapers, and send to different +manufacturers for catalogues, from which you can make your selection. + + * * * * * + +GEORGE C. D.--Dr. Kane penetrated to 81 deg. 22' north latitude; but in 1827 +the English navigator Sir Edward Parry reached 82 deg. 45' N., and in 1861 +Dr. Hayes reached the same latitude. Captain Hall has also penetrated +nearly as far north. In February, 1854, in about 78 deg. N., Dr. Kane +experienced the unexampled temperature of -68 deg., or 100 deg. below +freezing-point, and a still lower degree has been recorded by more +recent navigators. + + * * * * * + +B. G. G.--Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego are the most southern permanent +abodes of man.--Read Dana's _Geology_, and you will learn all about the +formation of the earth. If you find it difficult to understand, ask your +teacher to explain it to you. + + * * * * * + +ELMER. A.--The Seven Wonders of the World are generally given as +follows: the Colossus of Rhodes, Diana's Temple at Ephesus, the +Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, the Pyramids, the Pharos at Alexandria, the +Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Olympian Zeus. + + * * * * * + +G. H. ELDER, THEODORE HENNEMAN, J. B. WHITLOCK, AND OTHERS.--We would +gladly assist you to begin a collection of postage stamps, but it is +against our rules to give up space to the exchanges you propose. + + * * * * * + +LEWIS D.--Prescott's _History of Ferdinand and Isabella_ and Abbott's +_Romance of Spanish History_ are good books for you to read. + + * * * * * + +Favors are acknowledged from Alice M. H., Edna E. Harris, Paul Gray, +E. H. Shuster, Joseph A. Unruh, Lorena C. Emrich, R. Poe Smith, Harry +and Richard Bellam, W. K. M., L. C., Edmund H. B., Fred Dierking, +Florence McClure, Margaretta Mott, Wina James, Edgar E. Hyde, Nellie A. +Robson, Grace A. Hood, Etta B. Easton, Arthur McCain, Vina E. B., Fred +B., Bertram and Leroy S., Alice Ward, Melvin Rosenthal, A. V. H., +Johnnie E., Sarah A. W., Eva L. M., Clayton B., W. Hoey, Jun., Martha +M. I., Pet Wilcox, Gertrude and Albert F., C. Arnold, Frank Durston, +Grace T. Lyman, H. L. Van Norman, Marion P. Wiggin. + + * * * * * + +Correct answers to puzzles are received from J. F. W., John N. Howe, +T. M. Armstrong, M. P. Randolph, Charles Gaylor, Nellie V. Brainard, Cal +I. Forny, Bessie C. Morris, Walter P. Hiles, Blanche Anderson, Marie +Doyle, Isobel Jacob, S. Birdie Dorman, William and Mary Tiddy, Emma +Radford, W. H. Wolford, The Dawley Boys, "Lone Star," Willie F. Woolard, +A. C. Chapin, George Hayward, John Ogburn. + + * * * * * + +PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. + +No. 1. + +ENIGMA. + + In cream, not in milk. + In chintz, not in silk. + In time, not in late. + In pencil, not in slate. + In atlas, not in book. + In sight, not in look. + In love, not in pity. + My whole an American city. + + WALTER. + + * * * * * + +No. 2. + +GEOGRAPHICAL HOUR-GLASS PUZZLE. + + A city in Great Britain. A country in Europe. A group of peaks in + the Pyrenees. A river in Asia. A range of mountains in Asia. A + river in Ireland. A letter. A river in England. A peak in the + Northwestern United States. A city in England founded by Ine, the + West Saxon King. A river in British America. A river in Asia. A + town and county in California. Centrals read downward spell the + name of a large sea. + + MARIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 3. + +ENIGMA. + + First in mouse, not in rat. + Second in dog, not in cat. + Third in house, not in lot. + Fourth in can, not in pot. + Fifth in owl, not in hawk. + Sixth in flower, not in stalk. + A famous city am I; + You'll guess me if you try. + + HERMIE. + + * * * * * + +No. 4. + +WORD SQUARES. + + 1. First, a package. Second, certain animals. Third, to jump. + Fourth, to perceive. + + 2. First, something that once laid in a famous house. Second, a + space. Third, a Shakspearean character. Fourth, sour. + + C. I. F. + + 3. First, the resting-place of an army. Second, an Asiatic sea. + Third, a companion. Fourth, an argument. + + CHARLES. + + 4. First, a picture. Second, something which often causes pain, and + yet no one likes to part with. Third, a river in Transylvania. + Fourth, passageways. Fifth, to efface. + + ANNIE. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 57. + +No. 1. + +United, untied. Cavern, craven. German, manger. Grandee, derange. +Neuter, tureen. Garnets, strange. Cruel, lucre. Derange, angered. +Master, stream. + +No. 2. + +1. Partridge. 2. Woodchuck. + +No. 3. + + E C H O S T A R + C R E W T A L E + H E E L A L O E + O W L S R E E L + + C R O W O U S E + R O P E U S E D + O P A L S E E D + W E L L E D D A + +No. 4. + +Nightingale. + + * * * * * + +ANSWERS TO PUZZLES IN No. 58. + +No. 1. + + T E N T + M E A T + W R A P + E P I C + +No. 2. + +Possunt quia posse videntur. + +No. 3. + +Atlantic Ocean. + + + + +NEW BOOKS FOR YOUNG READERS. + + +_Drifting Round the World_[1] is a handsomely bound and illustrated +volume containing the adventures of a boy by sea and land. The countries +he traverses are those not often described in books of boyish travel. +Starting in a Cape Ann fishing schooner for Greenland, he is shipwrecked +on the coast of Labrador, contrives to reach Iceland, passes through +marvellous adventures in Russia and Siberia, sails for Alaska, and at +length reaches home by the overland route from San Francisco. The +strange countries through which Robert, the hero of this book, travels +are graphically described, and a great deal of information is conveyed +in a form especially delightful to boy readers. + + * * * * * + +A large number Of the new holiday books for little folks combine +amusement with instruction of one kind or another. A very interesting +volume, prettily bound and profusely illustrated with portraits and +other engravings, is _The Story of the United States Navy_,[2] by Mr. +Lossing, who has devoted many years to the study of American history, +and whose works on that subject are popular with readers of all ages. +The present volume, the substance of which has appeared in the columns +of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, is written especially for boys, and contains +many stirring accounts of famous naval engagements, of historical war +vessels, and of celebrated men whose heroic deeds add glory to the +history of our country. No better reading than is contained in this book +can be found for boys, as, while it is of absorbing interest, it tells +the story of many noble men whose example can not fail to awaken +patriotism and a desire to attain true manhood in the minds of American +boys in whose hands lies the future history of the United States. + + * * * * * + +Children will always ask questions, and their natural inquisitiveness +often goes beyond the knowledge of their elders. For this reason +parents, as well as the youthful questioners, will extend a hearty +welcome to _The Young Folks' Cyclopaedia of Persons and Places_,[3] which +contains full information of all celebrated localities, and many +biographical notices of important personages of every period. This +volume, together with _The Cyclopaedia of Common Things_, by the same +author, published a year ago, forms a library in which inquisitive +little folks will find answers to their most ingenious questions. + + * * * * * + +Boys and girls who are forming social clubs, which they wish to make +instructive as well as amusing, and yet are not sure of the best course +to follow, should provide themselves with _Stories of the Sea_,[4] which +they will find an excellent model. The book itself is very interesting. +A party of bright young people, with an older head to guide them, meet +together for Saturday afternoon talks on subjects connected with the +history of the seas. Libraries are explored for accounts of famous +navigators and naval heroes, and interesting readings are given from the +works of Navarrete (who wrote of the voyages of Columbus), Sir Walter +Raleigh, Southey, and other authors. These extracts are so fascinating +that young readers are pretty sure to hunt up the books from which they +are taken, in order to learn the whole of the story. Books like this do +more toward cultivating a taste for good reading than volumes of advice. + + * * * * * + +A delightful little book of American natural history is _Friends Worth +Knowing_,[5] which takes its young readers in search of snails of all +kinds, into the fields and woods to find wild mice and birds, over the +plains after buffalo, and tells them many curious things about the +habits of different animals. Interesting illustrations and an attractive +cover add to the value of this book for a pretty and cheap holiday +present. + + * * * * * + +Another charming book of travel, if a summer excursion may be so called, +is _Aboard the Mavis_,[6] in which a merry party of boys and girls +cruise around the eastern end of Long Island Sound in a yacht, making +occasional landings, and learning much about the early history of that +portion of the country. This book is profusely illustrated and +beautifully bound, and is an elegant holiday present for any girl or +boy. + + * * * * * + +For very little children nothing is prettier or more attractive than the +Christmas number of _Our Little Ones_, a monthly magazine edited by +"Oliver Optic," and published by the Russell Publishing Company, of +Boston. + +FOOTNOTES: + +[1] _Drifting Round the World_. By Captain C. W. HALL. Illustrated. 8vo, +pp. 372. Boston: Lee & Shepard. New York: Charles T. Dillingham. + +[2] _The Story of the United States Navy_. By BENSON J. LOSSING, LL.D. +Illustrated. 12mo, pp. 418. New York: Harper & Brothers. + +[3] _The Young Folks' Cyclopaedia of Persons and Places_. By JOHN D. +CHAMPLIN, Jun. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 936. New York: Henry Holt & Co. + +[4] _Stories of the Sea_. By E. E. HALE. 8vo, pp. 302. Boston: Roberts +Brothers. + +[5] _Friends Worth Knowing_. By ERNEST INGERSOLL. Illustrated. Sq. 16mo, +pp. 258. New York: Harper & Brothers. + +[6] _Aboard the Mavis_. By RICHARD MARKHAM. Illustrated. 8vo, pp. 240. +New York: Dodd, Mead, & Co. + + + + +HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. + + +SINGLE COPIES, 4 cents; ONE SUBSCRIPTION, one year, $1.50; FIVE +SUBSCRIPTIONS, one year, $7.00--_payable in advance, postage free_. + +The Volumes of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE commence with the first Number in +November of each year. + +Subscriptions may begin with any Number. When no time is specified, it +will be understood that the subscriber desires to commence with the +Number issued after the receipt of the order. + +Remittances should be made by POST-OFFICE MONEY-ORDER OR DRAFT, to avoid +risk of loss. + +Volume I., containing the first 52 Numbers, handsomely bound in +illuminated cloth, $3.00, postage prepaid: Cover, title-page, and index +for Volume I., 35 cents; postage, 13 cents additional. + + HARPER & BROTHERS, + Franklin Square, N. Y. + + + + +[Illustration: NEW-YEAR'S MORNING (PUSSY IN A MASK). + +Charley (_under bed, to Tommy ditto_). "D-d-don't b-be fr-frightened, +T-T-Tommy, I-I-I-I'm h-h-here."] + + + + +NEW-YEAR'S. + + +New-Year's presents and visits originated with the Romans, and their +gifts were symbolic. They were dried figs, dates, and honey, emblematic +of the sweetness of the auspices under which the year should begin its +course, and a small piece of money called stips, which foreboded riches. + + + + +SPOONS. + +A NEW GAME FROM THE GERMAN. + +BY G. B. BARTLETT. + + +A very funny new game has come to us from our German cousins, with the +odd title of Spoons, which is played as follows: One person takes his +stand in the centre of the room, with a handkerchief tied over his eyes, +and his hands extended before him, in each of which he holds a large +table-spoon. The other players march around him in single file, clapping +their hands in time to a tune which may be sung or played upon a piano +in any slow measure suitable for marching. When the blinded player calls +out "Spoons," all the others stop at once, and turn their faces toward +him. He then finds his way to any player that he can, and must ascertain +who he is by touching him with the spoons only, which he may use as he +pleases. If he guesses right, the person he has caught is obliged to +take his place in the centre. If he is wrong, he must try until he +succeeds, which it is easy to do with a little practice, especially if +the one who is caught joins in the universal laughter. + + * * * * * + +An old gentleman in Vienna, who was afraid of leaving his money in a +bank, two years ago concealed his savings, in the shape of twenty 1000 +florin notes, in a cupboard in his cellar. Last week it occurred to him +to go and see how his treasure was going on; but on doing this he +discovered, to his horror, that the mice had been making free with it, +and that only a small heap of fluffy dust remained of all his wealth. +The grief caused by this discovery was so great that the poor old man +threw himself out of his bedroom window, and broke his neck. Another +story is told of a lady who hid her property, consisting of a number of +United States greenbacks, in a satchel in her cupboard. She also, after +a time, found that a mouse had devoured part of the notes, and had used +the rest to line its nest; but in this case the meal had evidently +disagreed with the enterprising mouse, for it was lying dead in its +nest, the fact being that the arsenic which had been used to give the +green color to the notes had caused its death. In these days, when money +can easily and safely be deposited in savings-banks, it is very foolish +to hide it in holes and corners where it is liable to be lost. + + + + +CHARADE. + +BY H. + + + Mighty and cruel and strong is my first, + Beautiful too to behold; + But oh! it is false. Of traitors the worst, + Luring the hardy and bold. + Tranquil and lovely it smiles in your face, + Then drags you to death in its wild embrace. + + Feeble and weak is my second--a cry + Uttered by young, tender things; + Lovely to look at, they too may prove sly, + Darting with sudden, fierce springs; + Though never a smile plays over their face, + They _too_ drag to death in a wild embrace. + + Found is my whole where the wild waters roar-- + Old Ocean nurtures its race-- + Where beat the waves on the rocky shore, + Looking the wind in the face. + Happy, contented, my whole will play + In the gale and the storm the live-long day. + + + + +[Illustration: RECEIVING CALLS IN THE NURSERY.] + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Harper's Young People, December 28, +1880, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, DEC 28, 1880 *** + +***** This file should be named 44596.txt or 44596.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/5/9/44596/ + +Produced by Annie R. 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