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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Harper's Young People, January 10, 1882 - An Illustrated Weekly - -Author: Various - -Release Date: June 13, 2016 [EBook #52318] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 10, 1882 *** - - - - -Produced by Annie R. McGuire - - - - - - - - -[Illustration: HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE] - - * * * * * - -VOL. III.--NO. 115. PUBLISHED BY HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK. PRICE FOUR -CENTS. - -Tuesday, January 10, 1882. Copyright, 1881, by HARPER & BROTHERS. $1.50 -per Year, in Advance. - - * * * * * - - - - -THE HOLIDAYS OVER. - - - - -MARJORIE'S NEW-YEAR'S EVE. - -BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE. - -II. - - -It seemed to Marjorie as though she never would find that particular -door; but at last it was reached. She put in the key; it turned in the -lock, and she went in, not a little frightened and trembling. - -She found herself in a large room covered, like the rest of the castle, -with crystals; but on one side of the wall seemed to be a sort of -gallery, evidently overlooking some other room. "I wonder if I ought to -go in?" thought Marjorie. But almost at the same moment she felt herself -impelled on, and to the foot of a little staircase leading up to the -gallery. Now even before she had time to be surprised at what she saw -below, she had a feeling that if she asked the horse a question, he -would answer from somewhere. So she said, quite aloud, "What place is -this?" - -And the answer sounded from somewhere, "It's SANTA CLAUS'S COUNCIL -CHAMBER." (Marjorie felt as if it was written or spoken in big letters.) - -And then Marjorie, trembling in the white gallery, looked down on the -most splendid room she had ever even dreamed of. It was long and high; -there were panels of crystal; there were panels of sapphire and emerald -and jasper, and there were lines of golden toys strung here and there. -At the upper end was a splendid throne, with reindeers on either side. -The whole room was ablaze with light. Marjorie longed for a hundred -eyes. - -Presently there came a rushing noise like the music of a million -sleigh-bells; doors behind the throne fell back, and behold! a -procession entered. Crowds of brilliantly dressed people came first, and -then heralds and trumpeters, and many elves ringing bells. At last a -majestic figure clothed in a snowy cloak of fur, with a long white beard -and a crown of icicles, appeared. Every one fell back, the ladies and -gentlemen, elves and dwarfs, bowing, the trumpeters flinging back their -heads and pealing forth a triumphal blare. Through this double line -Santa Claus walked, and took his place on the throne. Marjorie waited, -breathless, for what would come next. Then she saw that the gayly -dressed ladies and gentlemen had taken places on either side of the -throne, and suddenly she seemed to know just who they all were. - -"Why, _of course_!" she whispered to herself, eagerly. They were the -fairy-tale people. There was Beauty; there was Prince Charming, -Cinderella, and the Sleeping Beauty, and even the Babes in the Wood. As -for Jack the Giant-killer, he was there in fine array. Marjorie saw him, -and lots of other dear people she loved to read about. There were -absolutely no giants. - -As soon as they were all seated, the doors again opened, and four dwarfs -entered, bearing huge silver dishes, full of something which sent up a -most delicious odor. Santa Claus stood up, and called out, loudly: - - "Beans porridge hot, - Beans porridge cold, - Beans porridge in the pot - Nine day's old." - -And then Marjorie perceived that this supper was for the fairy people. -Those who liked it best "in the pot nine days old," grouped themselves -around a great big silver kettle, and dipped in long gold spoons. - -Marjorie was still watching with eager eyes, when again the doors opened -and a second procession entered. This was as queer as the other was -gorgeous, for all sorts of toys came in of themselves; not only -rocking-horses, but baby houses and blocks (each one by itself), and toy -alphabets, and tea sets walking, Noah's arks ahead of the animals, -woolly dogs, and bears on sticks. Directly after them came Marjorie's -horse, and Nine-times-naught, with Augusta on the Kennebec. - -A second pause followed, and then a whole group of dolls rushed in. They -did not come in as sedately as the toys. The French dolls flounced -about, the rag dolls pushed each other, and the china dolls just seemed -to come in higgledy-piggledy, anyhow. But as soon as toys and dolls had -assembled, they gathered about Santa Claus's throne with a most intimate -air of proprietorship. Marjorie hadn't seen him smile before. - -"Now, _what_ next?" said Marjorie. - -"_Will_ you wait?" said the voice of the horse. - -But somehow Marjorie felt as if she just couldn't wait. The toys and the -dolls made very free with Santa Claus. When everything and everybody -looked comfortable he spoke. His voice was loud, but kind. - -"Lot No. 14." - -From the toys came an ark, a big doll, and a woolly horse. They stood in -the middle of the splendid room, and the doll, who had on a red satin -dress, came forward. - -"We are very happy," she said, and Marjorie listened eagerly, never -having heard a doll's voice before. "We were given to a little girl who -is a cripple. She lives in a small room with her mother and two sisters. -When we came, she said God was so beautiful and kind this Christmas. She -sent for other children to play with us. They were ragged and cold and -hungry, but they were perfectly happy and thankful because they had us. -They were so happy, that they forgot that a little girl named Marjorie -had been cruel to them." - -(Up in the gallery Marjorie gave a little shiver, for she remembered -these poor children perfectly. Her governess, Miss Marbery, had wanted -her to share her Christmas money and presents with them. Marjorie had -stamped her feet angrily, had called them "miserable little beggars," -and had openly refused to think of such a thing. Now she bowed her head -and silently cried.) - -The doll seemed to have done speaking. She moved back, and took her -place with the woolly horse and the ark. Marjorie heard a voice say. - -"These toys can come back on New-Year's Eve for an hour or two, and -report to Santa Claus," and at that minute to her horror she beheld all -of her own Christmas presents troop forward. - -"Where have _you_ all been?" said Santa Claus. - -It was her own doll who answered. - -"We came to Marjorie," she said. "She lives in a warm, comfortable, -beautiful house, where every one pets her, and is kind to her, and tries -to make her happy. She is never cold, nor hungry, nor sick, but nothing -pleases her. These toys did not satisfy her." (Here the toys sprang -about angrily.) "She was cross and petulant, and she flung me into a -corner because she did not get a new doll. All the toys hate her and -despise her. She has never done anything at Christmas-time for any one -else." - -Then Santa Claus spoke again: - -"What could she have done this Christmas?" - -The doll gave a little sigh. - -"I wanted very much to be given to the poor little lame girl," she -answered. "To her I would have been a treasure. It would have been so -easy for Marjorie to have made Christmas a happy day for a great many -people." - -The doll ceased speaking, and then Marjorie saw that all the fairy -people were busy writing down something on the wall behind them. There -was perfect silence for a moment, and then it seemed to poor bewildered -Marjorie that all those beautiful walls blazed forth terrible words -about herself. "Shut her out from our favor forever." "Miserable." -"Ungrateful." "Cold." "Proud." "Cruel." - -"Oh!" she moaned to herself, "what _can_ I do, what _can_ I do?" - -Suddenly the clock struck twelve. New-Year's Day had come, and in a -flash toys, dolls, fairy-tale people, all seemed to melt away, and -Marjorie found herself cold and weary in that strange flower garden. - -She stood still a moment, and listened eagerly for the sound of the -horse's rock. It came at last. - -"Well," he said, gravely, "you were allowed to come out. Get up into the -saddle and I'll tell you why." - -Marjorie obeyed, and then said, softly, - -"Please why?" - -"Because you are sorry for your faults--you showed humility." - -"Oh yes, indeed, I _am_ sorry," murmured Marjorie. - -The horse's rock sounded a little softened. "And next year perhaps a -flower may grow for you in this garden." - -"I will try," Marjorie answered. "But if I never come back, how shall I -know?" - -"By your own feelings. When it grows, its fragrance reaches down to the -world, and brings you peace and happiness. You will not need to be told -that somewhere a blossom is waiting for you. God's garden paths reach -down to every heart." - - * * * * * - -Marjorie sprang up. She was in her own room; it had grown dark, the fire -was dying away, and there was Uncle John in his great-coat looking at -her and laughing. - -"Well, Pussy," he exclaimed, "you're a great girl to go to sleep. Come, -I want you to go out with me and buy New-Year's presents for the -Williamsons. Hurry up." - -Marjorie felt dazed. What _had_ she been dreaming about? - -"Why," she said, and looked around to see her horse standing very still -and bright-eyed in the middle of the room--"why, where's Augusta, on the -Kennebec?" she said, suddenly, rubbing her eyes. - -Uncle John roared laughing. "You've been studying too much lately, -Puss," he said, kindly. - -"No, I haven't," said Marjorie. "I've been a mean girl." - -Later, as they were driving through the snowy streets, Marjorie put her -hand into her uncle's, and said, gravely, "Uncle, where is God's -garden?" - -He was silent for a moment, and then he answered, quietly: "Dear, it -ought to be all around us. It is wherever we can do any good or prevent -any evil; the place we are going to to-night might be your part of His -garden if you chose." - -Marjorie looked up at the star-lit sky, wondering what she could do. -Then she said to herself, "I feel as if somewhere there I might plant my -flower." - -And I am sure she did. - - - - -PERILS AND PRIVATIONS. - -BY JAMES PAYN. - -II. - -THE LOSS OF THE "ROYAL GEORGE." - - -In a letter which Miss Martineau once showed me, from a relative of -hers, long dead, addressed to her great niece from Southsea, near -Portsmouth, and dated August 9, 1782, there occurred this singular -passage: - -"The day is calm and pleasant, and as I sit at the open window, the -great vessel in the offing, betwixt me and the Fair Island" (the Isle of -Wight used to be so called), "seems to sway not a hand-breadth, nor to -flutter a single pennant." Then, in a trembling hand, but still the -same, was added: "A dreadful thing has happened. When I had written that -beginning of my letter, Dorothy, I looked again southward; the sea was -as waveless as before, and the Fair Island sparkled in the sun, but -betwixt us and it I saw no trace of the great three-decker. I thought my -brain had gone wrong, and rang the bell for Agnes; but when she too -could see nothing of the ship, a terrible apprehension took hold of me; -and when the alarm-guns from the fort began to thunder, I knew she had -gone down. I hear near a thousand men were aboard of her." - -This was the famous "wreck of the _Royal George_," immortalized by the -verse of Cowper. She was a ship of one hundred guns, carrying brass -24-pounders on her main-deck, brass 32-pounders on her middle deck, and -iron 32-pounders on her lower deck. Her lanterns were so large that the -men used to enter them to clean them. She had six months' provisions on -board, and many tons of shot. The blue flag of "brave Kempenfelt" was -flying at her mizzen, and in two days she was to leave Spithead to join -the fleet in the Mediterranean. - -So sudden and unexpected a catastrophe was never before heard of in -nautical annals; but the cause of it is common enough. It arose from the -obstinacy and fool-hardiness of the lieutenant of the watch. These -caused the death of some eight hundred human beings. It is not necessary -to mention his name; indeed, the sailor from whose personal narrative I -compile the story, and who had probably just joined the ship, did not -know his name, though of course it could be discovered easily enough. -"He was, if I remember right," he says, "the third lieutenant, a -good-sized man between thirty and forty." Fortunately for himself, -perhaps, he was drowned with the rest. - -The accident arose through the heeling over of the ship. It was -necessary to lay her on her side to get at the water cock, situated in -that part of the hold called the well, in order to replace it by a new -one. The operation was begun at eight o'clock in the morning. The ship -at that time was "full of Jews, women, and people selling all sorts of -things," as was usual on the eve of a long voyage. The last lighter, -with rum on board, had just come alongside, and was lashed to the -larboard side of the vessel, and the men were piped to clear her, and -stow the rum in the hold. Though the water was almost level with the -port-holes through which the larboard guns were run out, no danger seems -at first to have been apprehended. The sea dashed in with every wave, -and disturbed the mice in the lower deck, and the men amused themselves -with hunting them in the water. "There was a rare game going on," are -the words of the narrator. - -[Illustration: "I SAW THE PORT-HOLES AS FULL OF HEADS AS THEY COULD -CRAM."] - -By nine o'clock the weight of the rum barrels and of the sea water -brought the larboard port-holes still lower, and the carpenter applied -to the third lieutenant to give orders to "right ship, as she could not -bear it." But the lieutenant gave him a very short answer. The -captain--Captain Waghorn--was on board, and also the admiral; but -admirals and captains are not consulted in such matters. The lives of -those at sea, as of those on land, are mainly in the hands of -subordinates. In a very short time the carpenter repeated his warning, -and the lieutenant answered, "Sir, if you can manage the ship better -than I can, you had better take the command." In a minute or two -afterward, it is true, this fool-hardy officer ordered the drummer to be -called to beat to right ship, but it was then too late. There was no -time to beat his drum, or even time to get it. "Let us try," said our -sailor to the lieutenant of his gun, "to house our gun out without -waiting for the drum, as it will help to right the ship." They pushed -the gun, but it ran back on them, and they could not start it. "Then I -cried, 'Ned, the ship is sinking, jump out at the port-hole!' He did so, -but I believe was drowned, for I never saw him again. I followed him. _I -saw the port-holes as full of heads as they could cram, all trying to -get out._" - -What a picture! Imagine all those poor fellows struggling to escape -through a space not large enough for one-tenth of them, up an incline as -steep as the peaked roof of a house, and with a hungry sea rushing in -behind them! Above all, think of the poor women! Our sailor, holding on -to the best-bower anchor, which hung above the port, seizes hold of one -and drags her out, but at that moment the draught of air from -between-decks, caused by the sinking of the ship, blows him off his -feet. Then the huge mass goes down, and draws him down with it. He tries -to swim, but can not, "though I plunged as hard as I could with both -hands and feet; but when the ship touched bottom, the water boiled up a -good deal, and I felt that I could swim, and began to rise." So, even if -a vessel with a hundred guns goes down and takes one with her, there is -some use, you see, in having learned to swim. When he comes to the -surface he hears--what a sound at such a moment!--the cannons ashore -firing their signals of distress, but he can see nothing. His face is -covered with tar, a barrel of tar having been staved in as the ship went -down, and its contents spread over the water. He strikes it away from -his eyes as well as he can, and looks about him. - -The fore, main, and mizzen tops of the huge ship were all above water, -and he climbs up into comparative safety. In the shrouds of the -mizzentop he finds the admiral's baker, and sees the woman he has just -pulled out of the port-hole rolling by. He seizes her once more, and -hangs her head over one of the ratlines of the mizzen-shrouds, like -clothes to dry, which is the best he can do for her; but a surf comes -and knocks her backward, and "away she went, rolling over and over." -Strangely enough, the poor creature is saved after all by the boat of a -frigate lying at Spithead, whose captain has just put off to the rescue. -"I must look to those who are in more danger than you, my lad," he sings -out to our sailor, as he goes by. - -"Ay, ay, sir," is the reply; "I am safely moored enough." - -The captain of the _Royal George_, though, strange to say, he could not -swim, was picked up alive. But out of nearly a thousand men, which was -the ship's complement, although some were on leave, and sixty marines -had gone ashore that very morning, only a very few were saved. -Government allowed five pounds to them for the loss of their things. "I -saw the list, and there were but seventy-five." - -For several days afterward bodies would suddenly come up to the surface -at the spot where the ship had sunk, "forty and fifty at a time. The -watermen made a good thing of it; they would take from the men their -buckles, money, and watches; then, making fast a rope to their heels, -would tow them to land." - -The poet who sings of the calamity tells us "no tempest gave the shock," -and indeed there was scarcely any breeze at all. The ship was anchored, -and had not even a stitch of canvas on her to keep her steady. - -Sixty years afterward the interest of this terrible event had by no -means died away, and I well remember, as a boy, going on board the ship -that was stationed above the scene of the calamity, to see the divers -who were still employed upon the wreck. The aspiration of the poet, - - "Weigh the vessel up, - Once dreaded by her foes," - -was never realized; but almost everything was taken out of her; and more -fancy articles--paper-knives, work-boxes, etc.--affirmed to have been -made from her timbers, were sold, I am afraid, than the _Royal George_, -big as she was, could ever have furnished. In country places and at the -sea-side in England you may purchase them even now at the -bazars--old-fashioned articles, with this tomb-like inscription on them: -"This desk" (or letter-weight, or paper-knife) "was made out of the wood -of the _Royal George_, sunk off Spithead in 1782, with eight hundred of -her crew." - - - - -THE TALKING LEAVES.[1] - -[1] Begun in No. 101, HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. - -An Indian Story. - -BY W. O. STODDARD. - -CHAPTER XIV. - - -The advance of To-la-go-to-de and his Lipans that day had been a slow -one, and it grew slower and more cautious as hour after hour went by -without any word from the two pale-face scouts. - -The chief himself grew uneasy. He thought they would surely return or -send him some word before night-fall; but the sun was nearly setting -when at last he went into camp with his discontented warriors on the -very spot where Steve and Murray had made their halt before daylight. - -Then, indeed, he could wait no longer, and several braves were ordered -out on foot, with others on horseback a little behind them, to explore -what was left of the pass, and see what they could find. - -They could have done more for their chief and themselves if the night -had not been a cloudy one, so that not a brave among them ventured to -descend into the valley. - -If they had done so they might have discovered two very important facts. -The first was that the Apache hunting village had left it, bag and -baggage. The second, and quite as important a discovery, would have been -that the camping ground abandoned by the Apaches had been promptly -occupied by a strong party of pale-faces. - -All the scouts could really do was to bring back word that the pass was -clear of enemies to the border of the valley. - -That was an anxious night for To-la-go-to-de. - -The morning would bring news, at all events, for he determined to dash -on with all his warriors, and find out about matters for himself. - -"No Tongue is wise. He is a great warrior. Sometimes wise old warrior -gets knocked on the head. Then he not come back at all." - -There was a possibility, as he well knew, that the Apaches themselves -had something to do with the silence of his two pale-face friends. - -Another head had been quite as busy and troubled as that of -To-la-go-to-de all that day. Captain Skinner also would have given -something for a few minutes' conversation with "them two mining -fellers." - -He felt sure they could have given him both information and advice; but -he said to himself: "Of course they won't come nigh our outfit. They -know we've jumped their claim. Still, they did the friendly thing with -Bill and the boys, and they sent word they didn't bear us any ill-will. -That's 'cause they feel sure of their own ground. They're on good terms -with the red-skins. I wish I could say we were." - -[Illustration: THE RAGGED LITTLE CAPTAIN.] - -Well he might, considering how many of them there were in that country, -and how near to him some of them were coming. All the way down the pass -the ragged little Captain had ridden in advance of his men, carefully -scanning every rock and bush and tree. At last he paused at the very -spot where Bill and his companions had had their little difficulty. He -seemed to see some signs that needed studying, and he stooped down and -picked up something. Only a pair of strong thongs of buckskin, that -looked as if they had been recently used in tying up something. He could -make very little out of them; but he noticed the marks of horses' feet -going in and out of the forest. - -"Signs are getting pretty thick. Hullo! an arrow. Cut in two, and blood -on it. Bill, isn't this the spot?" - -"This 'ere's the very place, Cap. We came awful nigh havin' a fight -right yer." - -"Glad you made out not to have any. Did those two white men and the -Indians ride away in company?" - -"Wa'al, no. The red-skins rid away first, and the two fellers promised -to foller 'em after a while. Then I reckon they cut off into the timber. -'Peared like they must ha' been huntin'." - -"Most likely they were; and waiting for us to get away, so they could go -back to their mine. Boys, I'm afraid our claim won't be worth a great -deal by the time we get back." - -"We'll take care of that when we come, Cap. They said they'd take thar -chances. We'll take ours; that's all." - -Slower and more and more cautiously the mining train again moved -forward, until from under the last of the pine-trees Captain Skinner -could look out upon the valley and see that it was empty. - -How would he and his men have felt if they could have known that at that -very minute Murray was chipping away with his chisel at his -inscriptions upon the central monument of the great Buckhorn Mine? - -"Not a red-skin in sight," he remarked. "We'll go straight on down. -There must be plenty of ways out of the valley." - -No doubt of it, but the first business of those wanderers, after they -reached the spring and unhitched their mule-teams, was to carefully -examine every hoof-mark and foot-print they could find. - -The fact that there had been lodges was proof that the Apaches were not -a war party, but there was plenty of evidence that they were numerous -enough to be dangerous. - -"Glad Bill didn't pick a quarrel with such a band," grumbled Captain -Skinner. "But how did he happen to show so much sense? I never suspected -him of it." - -This was not complimentary to Bill, and it was clear that the Captain's -opinion of him had not changed. - -"Some kind of an accident," he said. "Nobody need waste any time looking -out for another one just like it." - -It was getting late in the day, and a better place for a camp could not -have been found. - -"This'll do for to-night, won't it, Cap?" asked one of the miners. - -"Of course it will. We'll try to move east from here, or south, when we -leave it." - -"Shall any of the boys go for game? Must be plenty of it all around." - -"Game? Oh yes. Plenty of it, after a hundred Apache hunters have been -riding it down for nobody knows how long. The red-skins leave heaps of -game behind 'em, always." - -This answer prevented any further remarks on the subject of hunting that -afternoon. They had plenty of fresh meat with them, nevertheless, and -there was no reason why they should not cook and eat. - -There was a reason why they should not be altogether pleased with their -camping ground. They found the coals of one fire still hot enough to -kindle with. - -"The Apaches haven't been out of this a great while," said Captain -Skinner, "but the trail of their lodge poles shows that they set off to -the west'ard. That isn't our direction. I don't care how far they go, -nor how fast." - -The other miners did not agree with him. Neither did they like the looks -of the mountain range through which the Apaches had come. - -"Danger behind us or not," said one of the men, "I move we spend a day -or so in huntin' and findin' out jest what's best to be done before we -light out of this. We must be getting pretty close to the Mexican line." - -They were even closer than he had any idea of, but when their evening -conference ended, Captain Skinner was outvoted, and a "hunt and scout" -was agreed upon. - -[TO BE CONTINUED.] - - - - -THE STORY OF A LITTLE DOG'S TAIL. - -BY HELEN MARVIN. - - -Flash was the name of the little dog whose tail I am going to tell you -about. Flash's master was a great actor, whose name was David Garrick. -Flash and his master lived more than a hundred years ago. - -One evening the family and a number of their friends were at a theatre -in the great city of London. Flash's master was on the stage, playing -his part, while Flash was in the audience, lying on his mistress's lap. - -The play was almost over, when a big countryman, whom nobody knew, came -out on the stage, and spoke a piece that was called the epilogue. -Everybody asked, "Who is he?" - -"I don't know," said Sir Joshua Reynolds, who was a great artist, and -painted beautiful portraits, to Miss Angelica Kauffman, a lovely young -lady, who was also very famous as an artist. - -"I don't know," said Dr. Burney to his daughter, Miss Fanny, who had -written a charming story-book. - -"I don't know," said Dr. Samuel Johnson to his friend Mr. Boswell, who -had taken the liberty to nudge the great man's elbow. - -"Can you tell me who that actor is?" asked Mrs. Thrale, the wife of a -very wealthy brewer. - -"No, I can not tell you who he is," replied Mrs. Garrick. - -At this the little dog in Mrs. Garrick's lap jumped to his feet, pricked -up his ears, looked toward the stage at the big countryman, and began to -wag his tail. - -Wig-wag, wig-wag, wig-wag went Flash's tail, and Mrs. Garrick said, -"Why, it is my husband; Flash knows his master better than his own wife -does." - -"Sure enough, it _is_ Mr. Garrick!" they all exclaimed. - -"We might have known it," said Miss Kauffman. - -"Yes, yes: yes, yes," replied Sir Joshua Reynolds. "You see, my dear -young lady, the little dog knew more than all of us put together." - -This is how Flash Garrick recognized his master, and told everybody in -the theatre by the wagging of his little tail. - -This is a true story, and it happened, as I told you, more than a -hundred years ago. - - - - -MY FAMILY OF ORIOLES. - -BY W. O. AYRES. - - -We were down in the country last summer, Fred and I, at Blackberry Farm. -Fred is a bright, lively boy, nine years old, and everything there was -novelty to him, for he had never been out of the city before, excepting -once, when he was too young to notice and remember what he saw. Perhaps -no boy who left New York in July enjoyed his vacation more than Fred did -his two months at Blackberry Farm. - -Among the residents at the farm-house was one Tiglath-Pileser, commonly -called Tig for short, though Fred almost always gave him at least one of -his two names in full in speaking either to him or of him. Tig was a -very handsome Maltese cat, to whom his little mistress, who was very -fond of him and very proud of him, had given this name of the old King -of Assyria. Now Tig was a very industrious cat; he not only caught mice -about the house and barn, but birds also out in the orchard, and once I -saw him come in dragging a garter-snake much longer than himself. - -One morning Fred came hurrying to the veranda, where I was sitting, -closely followed by Tig, both of them in a state of great excitement. - -"Oh, Uncle William, Tiglath has killed such a beautiful, beautiful bird! -Only see! I made him give it up, though he tried hard to keep it." - -And in fact Tig was at that very moment manifesting great -dissatisfaction with the condition of things, and a decided -determination to recover his property. - -"Did you ever see such a beautiful bird, Uncle William? Tiglath-Pileser, -keep your foot down. His head is so black and his breast is such a -bright orange." - -"Yes, Fred, there are few birds of more brilliant plumage which come so -far north as New England. It is a Baltimore oriole, though if you should -ask any one of the people about here, you would probably be told that it -was a hang-bird, or perhaps a fire hang-bird--a name which they give it -from the nest which it builds, and from its very bright colors. There -are various species of orioles in other countries, but this and the -orchard oriole are the only ones which are ever seen in New England." - -"But why is he the Baltimore oriole if he comes here to Connecticut to -live?" - -"Who was the first Governor of the colony of Maryland, Fred?" - -"Cecil Calvert, known as Lord Baltimore," replied Fred, in regular -school-boy style. - -"Yes; and when Lord Baltimore came to America his servants wore a -livery of orange with black trimmings; and so this bird, which is very -common in Maryland, was called the 'Baltimore oriole' from the colors of -his coat. And it is very true of him, as it doubtless was of the -servants just mentioned, that his wife and children are much more -plainly dressed. The female bird and the young ones wear no such gay -colors; you would scarcely suspect that they were part of his family. -The people of Baltimore always speak of the oriole as 'our bird,' and if -you had kept watch of the papers, Fred, you would have seen that last -year in October, when they wanted to have a great festival to celebrate -the completion of their splendid water-supply system, they called it -'The Baltimore Oriole Celebration.' Everywhere in the decorations, and -in the dresses of the ladies, and in the scarfs and neckties of the -gentlemen appeared the black and brilliant gold of the oriole." - -"What does he live on, Uncle William? His bill is very smooth, and comes -to a round, sharp point. It does not look as though he could bite -anything hard." - -"Ah! that bill, Fred, is a wonder. And it is not merely for eating that -he uses it. You remember I told you the people called him hang-bird, -because of the sort of nest he builds. Now that nest he never could -build unless he had this curious bill. I must tell you a story about his -mode of using his bill; but before I do it we will start out for a walk, -and find one of their nests, if possible, even an old one of last year -will do. We will put this dead bird away, so that we can examine him -again. So, Tig, if you want a bird for your breakfast, you must go and -catch another." - -"Yes, Tiglath, we can not spare him, even though he does really belong -to you. But you can go with us." So away we three went across the -fields, Tig, however, soon wandering off in search of a mouse or -something. - -We had not gone very far before I espied an oriole's nest. It was on the -extreme end of the branch of an apple-tree. Fred climbed it, and -presently we had the nest in our hands. It was hung where a branch -divided into two smaller twigs, and I showed Fred very easily how the -bird had begun by fastening an end of a very long soft piece of grass to -one of the twigs, and then fastening the other end to the other twig, so -that the middle of the grass hung down in a long loop as much as five -inches deep. Then it had made another loop, which hung across the first, -and of the same depth, but this time the loop was made of a piece of -bark. Then there was another loop--actually a string which the bird had -found; and so it went on until there were seven or eight loops hanging. - -"Now look at these other fibres, Fred, which run across and around the -loops, and make a real basket of it. Do you see they go over one loop -and under another, and so on? How do you suppose they were put there? -There is where that shape of the bill which you noticed comes into play. -Come, let us go back to the house, where you can have the bird and the -nest together, and I will tell you the story, and you shall see for -yourself." - -We were soon quietly seated on the veranda, Fred all eagerness for a -lesson in ornithology. - -"The story is about a family of young orioles, three of them, which I -took from their nest just before they were large enough to fly away. -Perhaps it was cruel to take them, on their mother's account, but she -seemed to care very little about it, and in a few days they would have -left her anyway. I carried them to my room, and put them in a large open -cage, where I thought they would be as comfortable as possible. - -"Knowing that their mother fed them on berries and insects, I gave them -plenty of both; but they would not touch them, and all that day they ate -nothing. Next morning I tried them again, but it was of no use, and -fearing they would starve, I was about to carry them back to the old -nest, hoping their mother could do better with them than I could, when -an accident showed me how to manage them. - -"I was at that time making a collection of birds, and on my -working-table lay the body of a robin, whose skin I had just prepared -and stuffed. I had one of the little orioles sitting on my finger, when -he hopped off on the table, and seeing a piece of the flesh of the -robin, he swallowed it on the instant. As he seemed to like that sort of -food, I cut him another piece, and down it went like a flash, and I -continued to feed him until he could eat no more, and then I brought out -his brother and sister and fed them in the same manner. - -"After that I had no trouble in keeping them supplied with food, and -they grew rapidly. They never ate anything but the flesh of the birds -which I was skinning daily. I had no suspicion that such birds would eat -meat at all, nor do I think that it is generally known. Neither Mr. -Audubon nor any other writer mentions any such habit as belonging to -them; but these little fellows were very fond of it, and they certainly -throve well on it. - -"Of course they were soon strong enough to fly, and I left the door of -their cage open for them to come and go as they pleased. They grew very -tame, and soon learned to come to the table and get food themselves. -They always slept in the cage, but during the day they were everywhere -about the room. They grew so much attached to me, that the instant I -entered the room every bird with a loud chirrup would start for me with -his utmost speed, lighting on the top of my head, on my shoulders, on my -finger when I held it out to them--anywhere that they could find a -place. - -"If a stranger came with me, they were doubtful; would let him take -them, and possibly sit a minute on his finger, but nothing more. It was -when one of them was sitting on my finger that I first learned that -curious use of his bill in nest-building of which I spoke before we went -out. - -"I had brought him up to my face, when, to my great surprise, he put the -point of his bill between my lips, and tried to pry them open. I tried -him again, and he did it the second time. I lifted one of the others, -the female, and she used her bill in the same manner. It occurred to me -at once that that was the way in which they built their nests. I watched -them constantly, and became perfectly certain that I was right. They -would try to pry open my fingers; if I separated my lips, they would try -to part my teeth. They often went up to books, and put in the point of -the bill to pry apart the leaves, opening the bill each time with all -their strength." - -"And is that the way, Uncle William, he has done with this nest? Sure -enough, I can see. Look!--look here! that piece of grass has gone under -this loop, and then it comes over, and here it goes under again." - -"That is just what the bird did, Fred. At first it was all open work, -and easy; but as the nest was getting nearly finished, the bill was -shoved in under that loop and opened widely, and the grass passed -through, and so on one after the other. And the nest could not have been -made as you see it now except for that singular way of using the bill. - -"But I must tell you more of their doings. They soon learned that their -food came from birds, and that it was because I skinned the birds, and -they learned just how I did it. If a bird lay on the table, they gave no -attention to him till I sat down ready for work. Then every oriole flew -immediately to the table; but each one looked around carelessly, as -though he had come there by accident, and had nothing particular on his -mind. They would walk about, and try to pry open books and whatever else -came in their way, and very often I waited some time, just to try them -and see what they would do. I would profess to read something, as though -skinning a bird was not in my thoughts at all. - -"But no; they knew better; one would look up at me, and then another, -and then they would run about again, but all the while keeping a sly and -cunning watch of me; they knew they would get the better of me in a few -minutes. For the instant I took up the bird, turned him on his back, and -raised my knife, a rush was made, and there they stood watching for the -first bite. - -"It was a most comical sight, and time and time again I used to laugh to -see them. I parted the bird's feathers with two fingers of my left hand, -almost always with an oriole on each finger, while three little heads -were thrust close down, and as I cut through the skin; in went three -bills digging and tearing for a mouthful each." - -[Illustration: AN ORIOLE FEEDING HIS MATE.] - -"Oh, Uncle William, what a strange thing! Do tell me what ever became of -the little orioles! What did you do with them in the winter, when there -were no birds for them to eat?" - -"Two of them, the female and one of the males, died very shortly after -they were fully grown. The other used to fly in and out of the window as -he pleased, into the orchard, and across to the woods. The first time he -went out he seemed quite uncomfortable, and called very loudly for me to -come and bring him back again, and when I climbed up the apple tree to -him, he hopped on my finger, and settled himself down in a contented way -that showed he was very glad to be at home again. But after a number of -excursions he learned to prefer living out-of-doors, and doubtless went -to the South in the autumn with the others of his kind." - - - - -[Illustration: "THAT FAIRY HOPE, OH! SHE AWAKED SUCH HAPPY -DREAMS."--DRAWN BY MRS. JESSIE SHEPHERD.] - - - - -THE LAMENT OF A LEFT-OVER DOLL. - -BY JOSEPHINE POLLARD. - - - I'm a left-over doll, and I grieve to relate - How sad is my fortune, how lonely my fate; - For I had no notion that I should lie here, - Forlorn and neglected, at this time of year. - - Oh, long before Christmas they dressed me up fine-- - No dollie had clothes any better than mine; - And I rather imagine I looked very nice, - As many fine ladies inquired my price. - - I was handled and dandled, and fondly caressed, - My beauty admired, my value confessed, - And yet for some reason or other was I - Put back in the show-case; the buyer went by. - - One dear little maiden came into the store; - She saw me, and for me began to implore, - And said that there wasn't a doll in the place - With a handsomer dress or a lovelier face. - - She stared at me long, so of course I stared back, - And saw that her eyes were a beautiful black; - And I wanted to speak, but I couldn't, because - I hadn't been made with a hinge in my jaws. - - I dreamed about Christmas, and how I should be - Stuck into a stocking or up on a tree, - Then carried about in my mistress's arms - That all might admire my wonderful charms. - - But Santa Claus came, and he went on his way, - And took with him many a doll, I dare say; - But as I've a chance to look round me, I find - That dozens and dozens have been left behind. - - If you were a left-over dollie yourself, - You'd know how I feel lying here on the shelf - So long after Christmas; and wouldn't expect - Me to smile at old Santa Claus' cruel neglect. - - They've marked down my price; and I very much fear - That those who buy cheaply will hold me less dear, - And the army of curious shoppers I shun - Since I had no part in the holiday fun. - - - - -FELIX. - -BY MRS. W. J. HAYS. - - -It is early morning in a cathedral town of Germany, and a boy is -muffling his head in the bedclothes, trying to keep out the sound of -bells and the sight of the bright sun-beams. His comrade, however, is -doing all he can to arouse him. - -"Go away, I say," is all the reply to these well-meant efforts. "What's -the use of getting up to be knocked about and scolded? When mother was -here, one was sure of a cup of hot milk and a kind word. I'm going to -sleep again. Do hush! There, take that!" and he gave his friend a cuff -on the ear. - -The friend howled, which sent a pang through the boy's heart. He -stretched out his hand with a gesture prompted by remorse. - -"Come here, come here. I've given you just what I don't like for myself, -poor fellow. I beg your pardon." - -His face was well washed after that by a dog's warm tongue, which had -also the effect of waking the boy very thoroughly. The conversation too -went on. - -"Turk, old dog, you're the best friend I have in the world, and if you -didn't wake me up every day, I'd never be in school. Since mother's -death, father is so cross and still and dull! he does nothing but work, -work, work. But my rose-tree must be planted to-day, and if I don't do -it now, I don't know when I will have the chance." - -So saying, he dressed rapidly, tossed open his lattice, and took a small -plant from the window-sill, ran down the outside flight of steps leading -from the door of his father's shop, paused a moment to snatch up a roll -and his bag of books, and then with his dog hurried down the village -street. - -He was soon past the houses and shops, and nearing the vast towers of -the great church, which was but partly finished; and as he looked up at -the points and pinnacles of heaven-aspiring height a thought which had -long been in his mind burst into bloom. - -It was a simple thought, but a religious one, and it so absorbed him -that for a while he forgot his errand, and stood gazing up into the pure -sky, blue as forget-me-nots. He was startled, however, by the village -bells and clocks, and a hurrying group of workmen approaching, so he -quickly sought out a lonely grave, took his plant from its pot, and -digging a little hole, set the rose-bush in it. - -Quick as he was, he was yet too late for school, and received frowning -disapprobation from the master as he took his seat. - -Unfortunately Felix was often late, often too his lessons were -unprepared. But he was so ready to make amends, and was so quick in -learning, that he could get on better than the duller pupils who labored -more systematically. - -But to-day everything went wrong; his head was full of fancies, and with -his ready pencil he was sketching when he should have been studying, -scrawling scrolls and rose-windows over his Latin, and sending flocks of -pigeons up and down the margin of oceans and continents. He stumbled at -his lessons, he bothered those who knew them, and perplexed those who -did not, until the master's patience was exhausted, and he gave him a -sound thrashing. - -After that there was silence, sullenness, and an appearance of work, but -a sudden roar of laughter from the boys made the master look up. Felix -was bending over his book as if he were the only one undisturbed. The -master was not, however, easily deceived. - -"Come here, Felix." - -"Yes, sir;" and the lad slowly obeyed. - -"Give me that book." - -"I'd rather not, sir." - -"Give it to me." - -Now Felix had a real liking for his master, and was usually sorry for -offending him; but the whipping had not been beneficial, although his -conscience told him that it was deserved. He presented the book. On its -fly-leaf was a drawing of the master--a very clever caricature--as Cupid -drawing his bow at a group of girls, who, with much disdain and -derision, were pelting him with sticks and stones. - -The master's face flushed at the disrespect; but he quietly laid the -book aside, and proceeded with his duties, Felix remaining standing. - -The recitations went on, the hum of study, the drawl of the lazy ones, -and the quick, eager replies of the ambitious. Felix was forgotten. - -The boy began to think he had made a mistake. What had he gained by -misconduct? Where were the thoughts of the morning under the cathedral -windows? How was he fitting himself to work on the beautiful structure -which was to be the medium of praise and prayer for multitudes, in the -long ages to come? And yet he knew this had been his mother's hope and -wish. Was he making good use of the talents God had given him? - -He was looking out the window now, watching the lights and shadows on -the carved stone of buttress and gable. - -The boys were dismissed. He sat down to the extra tasks assigned him. He -was hungry, he was miserable, but he plodded on, and finished his work. -The master bade him go, and he went, but not home. - -He lingered about the cathedral, watching the workmen. Finally he became -fascinated by their employment; and taking up their tools, worked out a -leaf pattern on a bit of refuse stone. The men left him there. Tired and -faint, he sought his mother's resting-place. The rose was drooping for -want of water. - -"Come, it is time you were home," said a familiar voice. - -Felix looked up astonished. It was the master. - -"You must go with me to your father. I wish to speak to him." - -Felix obeyed. The climax had come. His father was stern and hard, and -the master, of course, would have a sorry tale to tell. - -Fortunately the village people had gone in to their evening meal, and he -would be spared the disgrace of being seen conducted like a culprit to -his father. He did not speak a word, nor did the master, but shame and -remorse were written on every feature. He felt as if he were a criminal -about to receive sentence--a sentence, too, which was deserved, and -which justice demanded. - -"Well, what now, Herr Professor, is the matter?" asked the father, -grimly surveying his son. - -"Felix is in trouble again, Mr. Zimmerman." - -"Hah! idle as usual--good for nothing--won't study?" - -"Yes, a little of all, I am sorry to say. But I have a remedy to -propose." - -"A thrashing, of course." - -"No, once a day is enough. We've tried that; it did not answer in this -case as well as it does sometimes. May I have the pleasure of Master -Felix's company to supper?" - -"What, sir, you want the boy to be rewarded for bad behavior?" - -"Not at all--not at all. Run away, Felix; get your face washed and your -jacket on, and you shall be my guest for this evening." - -Felix was almost too much surprised to be able to move, but without -daring to question his father, he did as the master told him. While he -was gone, a conversation went on between Mr. Zimmerman and the teacher. - -It is not necessary to repeat it; but Felix saw a different expression -on his father's face when, neatly dressed, he came down the steps and -followed the master home. - -He was fearfully hungry, and yet almost ashamed to take the good broth -and bread which were set before him in the master's quaint and quiet -little parlor; they somehow choked him; and as he looked about at the -book-covered shelves and old engravings, the detestable caricature he -had drawn in the morning danced before his eyes. - -At last he could stand it no longer. The teacher seemed to have -disappeared, and only this kind, genial host sat opposite him, heaping -up his plate and bowl. - -"Herr Professor," he stammered, "I beg your pardon--indeed I do." - -"I am very glad to hear that, my boy; but don't think any more about it -just now," was the response, and filling his pipe, wreaths of smoke -began to play about the old man's head. - -"It is a great pity that a lad of your talent should waste any time, -Felix, and if you are willing, I think your father will let me give you -drawing lessons." - -Felix could hardly believe his ears. - -"To be sure, you will have to apply yourself more diligently, be prompt -and industrious, or all the lessons in the world won't make a man of -you." - -"I'll try," said Felix, though a mist was in his eyes. - -"That's right," said the Professor, and then he opened some great -volumes full of pictures, and the boy gazed in delighted wonder at a -world more beautiful than his dreams. Not an allusion did the Professor -make again to anything that had happened during the day. - -When evening was over, and he courteously bade him good-night, Felix was -dazed, and went home with light steps to his little bed. - -As soon as Turk woke him next morning he sprang up with alacrity, and -would have been off with the dawn to water his rose-bush, but his father -detained him. - -"Felix," said he, somewhat sternly, "the master says there's good stuff -in you if you'll use it. Come here and eat your breakfast before you go, -and let me hear what you have to say for yourself." - -"I'll try," was the sum and substance of Felix's talk over his brown -bread and milk. - - * * * * * - -Ten years after this there was a great celebration in the town, for the -cathedral was finished. Cannon thundered, bells pealed, and a grand "Te -Deum" was chanted to the rolling rhythm of the magnificent organ. - -A group of visitors standing near a certain pillar of great beauty were -applauding it, while they complimented a young architect and sculptor, -whose work it was. His head was modestly bent as he received the -commendation, but in a moment he raised it, and turning to a very old -man in a professor's gown, whose hair was white with the snows of many -winters, he took him by the hand and presented him to the visitors. - -"Gentlemen, this is the person you must thank for the pillar. Whatever -beauty it possesses, whatever expression it is of truth and religion, is -due to my master, whose kindness rescued me from idleness, whose skill -directed my youthful efforts." - - - - -SLUMBER SONG. - - - Sleep, little daughter! - Ay, chill is the weather, - But we in our cottage - Are cheerful together. - Father is sailing - Across the wild water; - Father in heaven - Smiles down on my daughter! - - Sleep, little daughter! - The wind is abating; - Father is sailing, - And mother is waiting. - Soon he will come, - In the soft sunny weather; - Father in heaven - Will bring us together. - - - - -A STEAM CHAIR. - -BY JIMMY BROWN. - - -I don't like Mr. Travers as much as I did. Of course I know he's a very -nice man, and he's going to be my brother when he marries Sue, and he -used to bring me candy sometimes, but he isn't what he used to be. - -One time--that was last summer--he was always dreadfully anxious to hear -from the Post-office, and whenever he came to see Sue, and he and she -and I would be sitting on the front piazza, he would say, "Jimmy, I -think there must be a letter for me; I'll give you ten cents if you'll -go down to the Post-office"; and then Sue would say, "Don't run, Jimmy; -you'll get heart-disease if you do"; and I'd walk 'way down to the -Post-office, which is pretty near half a mile from our house. But now he -doesn't seem to care anything about his letters; and he and Sue sit in -the back parlor, and mother says I mustn't go in and disturb them; and I -don't get any more ten cents. - -I've learned that it won't do to fix your affections on human beings, -for even the best of men won't keep on giving you ten cents forever. And -it wasn't fair for Mr. Travers to get angry with me the other night, -when it was all an accident--at least 'most all of it; and I don't think -it's manly for a man to stand by and see a sister shake a fellow that -isn't half her size, and especially when he never supposed that anything -was going to happen to her even if it did break. - -When Aunt Eliza came to our house the last time, she brought a steam -chair; that's what she called it, though there wasn't any steam about -it. She brought it from Europe with her, and it was the queerest sort of -chair, that would all fold up, and had a kind of footstool to it, so -that you put your legs out and just lie down in it. Well, one day it -got broken. The back of the seat fell down, and shut Aunt Eliza up in -the chair so she couldn't get out, and didn't she just howl till -somebody came and helped her! She was so angry that she said she never -wanted to see that chair again, "And you may have it if you want it -Jimmy for you are a good boy sometimes when you want to be." - -So I took the chair and mended it. The folks laughed at me, and said I -couldn't mend it to save my life; but I got some nails and some -mucilage, and mended it elegantly. Then mother let me get some varnish, -and I varnished the chair, and when it was done it looked so nice that -Sue said we'd keep it in the back parlor. Now I'm never allowed to sit -in the back parlor, so what good would my chair do me? But Sue said, -"Stuff and nonsense that boy's indulged now till he can't rest." So they -put my chair in the back parlor, just as if I'd been mending it on -purpose for Mr. Travers. I didn't say anything more about it; but after -it was in the back parlor I took out one or two screws that I thought -were not needed to hold it together, and used them for a boat that I was -making. - -That night Mr. Travers came as usual, and after he had talked to mother -awhile about the weather, and he and father had agreed that it was a -shame that other folks hadn't given more money to the Michigan -sufferers, and that they weren't quite sure that the sufferers were a -worthy object, and that a good deal of harm was done by giving away -money to all sorts of people, Sue said: - -"Perhaps we had better go into the back parlor; it is cooler there, and -we won't disturb father, who wants to think about something." - -So she and Mr. Travers went into the back parlor, and shut the door, and -talked very loud at first about a whole lot of things, and then quieted -down, as they always did. - -I was in the front parlor, reading _Robinson Crusoe_, and wishing I -could go and do likewise--like Crusoe, I mean; for I wouldn't go and sit -quietly in a back parlor with a girl, like Mr. Travers, not if you were -to pay me for it. I can't see what some fellows see in Sue. I'm sure if -Mr. Martin or Mr. Travers had her pull their hair once the way she pulls -mine sometimes, they wouldn't trust themselves alone with her very soon. - -All at once we heard a dreadful crash in the back parlor, and Mr. -Travers said Good something very loud, and Sue shrieked as if she had a -needle run into her. Father and mother and I and the cook and the -chambermaid all rushed to see what was the matter. - -[Illustration: "IT HAD SHUT UP LIKE A JACKKNIFE."] - -The chair that I had mended, and that Sue had taken away from me, had -broken down while Mr. Travers was sitting in it, and it had shut up like -a jackknife, and caught him so he couldn't get out. It had caught Sue -too, who must have run to help him, or she never would have been in that -fix, with Mr. Travers holding her by the wrist, and her arm wedged in so -she couldn't pull it away. - -Father managed to get them loose, and then Sue caught me and shook me -till I could hear my teeth rattle, and then she ran up stairs and locked -herself up; and Mr. Travers never offered to help me, but only said, -"I'll settle with you some day, young man," and then he went home. But -father sat down on the sofa and laughed, and said to mother: - -"I guess Sue would have done better if she'd have let the boy keep his -chair." - -I'm very sorry, of course, that an accident happened to the chair, but -I've got it up in my room now, and I've mended it again, and it's the -best chair you ever sat in. - - - - -[Illustration] - -"TOO MANY COOKS SPOIL THE BROTH." - - - See our Harry, Rosie, Lil-- - Restless darlings, never still; - In and out all day they run, - Little people, full of fun-- - Rosie, Lil, and Harry. - - "Here's a lovely pan!" they cry; - Mary, maid, has set it by. - "Let us all, while no one looks, - Play at being real cooks-- - Lillie, Rosie, Harry. - - "Tie on aprons, big and brown; - Careful, lift the old pot down; - Now we'll nicely fill it up; - Stir it, girls, and take a sup-- - Harry, Lil, and Rosie. - - "Not quite nice--pour pepper hot, - Oil, and treacle in the pot; - Salt and coffee; apples too-- - Pop this one into the stew"-- - Rosie, Lil, and Harry. - - In goes all, from peas to paint-- - Well may Mary all but faint. - Well may she declare, quite wroth, - "Many cooks do spoil the broth"-- - Harry, Rosie, Lillie. - - - - -[Illustration] - - Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross - To see a young woman upon a white horse; - Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes. - She will have music wherever she goes. - - - - -[Illustration: OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.] - - - TROY, KANSAS. - - I am eight years of age. I can write, but not plain enough for - "tired eyes." I can set up type, and print in a small - printing-press, so I will print this letter. I have no pets, as we - stay in one place but a short time. I had a pretty kitty when we - were at home. One day mamma put some paper shoes on her feet, and - it was too funny to see how she acted. She shook one foot and then - another, until she got them off. - - I have a sister named Bessie, nearly four years old, and every day - we take a long walk. - - I go to school now, and read in the Fourth Reader, and study - arithmetic, spelling, geography, and writing. - - I have taken HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE for over a year. I like - everything in it, but Jimmy Brown's are the funniest stories. - - I see a great many interesting things, going from place to place, - but my letter is already too long, so I will close. - - J. B. - - * * * * * - -The little Glastenbury girl who does not like cats has stirred up quite -a number of defenders for the household pet. We would like her to write -again, and let us know whether she has been converted by the friends of -puss. - - GLENWOOD, IOWA. - - I want to say a word to the girl who don't like cats. I have two - beauties--Skip, who is so black that mother calls him Prince of - Goree, and Bronk, a lovely blue Maltese. They have so many cute - little ways, and afford so much pleasure to us all, that I know - that little girl who "hated cats" would like these Western kitties. - - Now let me tell how much I like the little paper. I have read every - number that has been published so far. Even father listened to - "Toby Tyler," and wondered why Mr. Otis had to kill Mr. Stubbs, - though he said he supposed Uncle Daniel would not know what to do - with a monkey, and it was lucky he was killed. Jimmy Brown affords - us great amusement. I wonder who the real Jimmy is! YOUNG PEOPLE - reaches us on Saturday, and that is a happy day for - - CADDIE KING. - - * * * * * - - MOLOKAI, HAWAIIAN ISLANDS. - - I am a little boy ten years old, and have been a subscriber to - YOUNG PEOPLE since the tenth number. I like the paper very much, - and intend to take it always, as it is so interesting, especially - the Post-office Box, where I read all the little folks' letters, - and feel as if I were acquainted with them. The weather here is - very pleasant, and there are lots of pheasants, quails, and many - other kinds of birds here. I wish I were near New York, so that I - could go and see the editor, or send some money for Young People's - Cot. My father is a white man, and my mother Hawaiian. I have been - to school three years. Good-by. - - HENRY P. - - * * * * * - - PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA. - - I have written to the Post-office Box a great many times, and have - not yet seen one of my letters in print; but I do not think, like a - great many others, that they have gone to the dreadful - waste-basket. I have sent Wiggles too, but none have been - published. At first I thought it was because I was not a - subscriber, but pa has been taking YOUNG PEOPLE from a news' agent - for a year and a half. - - I am taking music lessons. I take YOUNG PEOPLE to school, and my - teacher uses it in preference to a Reader. I have got two - subscribers for you. I do not know whether they have subscribed yet - or not. One boy's mother bought a number of papers from different - publishers to make a selection, and chose YOUNG PEOPLE. - - At our school there is to be a prize given, at the completion of - the book, for the best drawing. Professor S., the gentleman who - prepares our book in New York, visited all the schools in - Pittsburgh for the purpose of examining the drawing-books. He - visited our school last, and concluded that our drawing was the - best and finest he had seen in any of the schools in Pittsburgh. I - tried the leaf photograph, and succeeded. - - FRANK B. H. - - * * * * * - - WORTENDYKE, NEW JERSEY. - - I think your paper is lovely. My aunt in Jersey City takes it for - my sister as a birthday present. I have read so many interesting - letters about pets that I thought I would write one about ours. We - have a large Newfoundland dog, named Bingo, and every time I go out - he runs and jumps on me. We have lots of fun with him, he is so - gentle. Our cow, named Betsey, is real gentle, and when I go to the - bars and call her, she comes running and jumping to me like a - little kitten, and she plays with us real cunning. We raised her - from a little calf. Her mother was killed on the railroad; her name - was Daisy. We have two _cherry_-colored cats, Toby--not named after - Toby Tyler--and Charlie. Every cold morning Toby climbs up on the - grape arbor, and jumps from that to the front piazza, to my window, - where he taps until I let him in, and when he gets in he cuddles - down in bed and goes to sleep. These are all the pets we have. My - brother had some pet rabbits, but he sold some, and the rest he let - run around, and they got killed or lost. Our little baby sister is - two months old. There are seven of us in our family, and all girls - but one. - - INA J. P. - - * * * * * - - CHARLOTTETOWN, PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND. - - My home is in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. In winter it is - very cold here, and sometimes it is so cold that the thermometer is - 20° below zero. I have a nice pony from Sable Island, near Nova - Scotia. I have some postage stamps and postmarks which I would like - to exchange with the readers of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE. My age is - thirteen years and six months. - - C. L. HAMMOND, P. O. Box 314. - - * * * * * - - WOODSIDE (NEAR LINCOLNTON), NORTH CAROLINA. - - MY DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS,--You are all very often in my thoughts, and - sometimes when any of those funny little mistakes are made in - Sunday-school, I wish you could enjoy the fun. We are trying, as we - can, to take the children into the Natural History Society. My - sister and I thought, as they wanted so much to belong to it, that - they could begin by making a collection of Indian curiosities. We - told them that all who wished to belong to the Natural History Club - might bring arrow-heads or any pretty stems with them when they - came to sing on Saturday. They all came. One family of five little - ones were very nervous, with their hands full of arrow-heads, but - whimpered out that they wanted to sing, but didn't want Miss Ida to - put them in a tub. I wish you could have seen their relief when - they found they were not to have a bath. Then the carols began. - - They all learn the tunes quickly, but Ellen Pete will sing, at the - top of her voice, "Carol, _buzzards_, carol," instead of - "brothers," as the words really are. - - Since my last, I must acknowledge gifts from Mrs. N. B. Blunt, - Lexington Avenue, N. Y.; Miss Lulu Mears, Danby, Vt.; Master Robert - Cranson, St. Johns, Mich.; Miss Julia Slack, Bristol, Penn. - - For these, and all your gifts, accept my sincere gratitude. Your - friend, - - MRS. RICHARDSON. - - * * * * * - - ST. JOHNS, MICHIGAN. - - In No. 110 the Postmistress asks if any one has seen dandelions - later than November 20. I send you a pressed dandelion picked by - the road-side on December 10. They have been in bloom all the fall - in the yard of our court-house, but they have now gone to seed. - This is the more remarkable, as we have had quite deep snow and - some very cold, blustery weather, though the ground is bare now, - and the weather quite mild for this time of year. - - My large shepherd dog is very fond of sugar and candy, and mamma - once had a little dog that would eat almost anything, if a little - molasses were poured on it. He would wag his tail and lick his - chops when she took the plate to pour the syrup on. - - I wish we could have some more of Ben Buttles's adventures. I think - they were very surprising. - - ROBERT E. C. - - * * * * * - - NEW YORK CITY. - - It was my good fortune to spend a part of last summer at Newport. - The house where I lived was just on the banks of Almy's Pond--a - charming place, surrounded with lawns and flowers of all kinds. - What pleasure it was to me to obtain the key of the boat! I would - run to the landing, unfasten the boat, take my oars, and push off. - I acquired great skill in rowing, and it made my arms strong. Once, - in the middle of the pond, I tried to catch those big lazy - gold-fish; but though lazy-looking, they were more clever than I, - for they invariably avoided the net. - - It was not so, however, with the turtles; of a more inquisitive - mind, when they heard some noise they looked out of the water to - see what all that noise was about, and their curiosity caused their - capture, for I very seldom missed them. The result was that I had - quite a respectable drove of them; but the day before my return to - the city I gave them their freedom, with the exception of two - beauties which I brought home with me. - - If you wish to have the pleasures of society and of country life - combined, go to spend the summer at Newport. There you will find - fun. - - GEORGEY C. B. - - * * * * * - - WALTHAM, MASSACHUSETTS. - - I want to tell you a droll cat story. Six weeks ago a family near - us bought a place two miles out of the village, and moved there. - Their pet cat, three years old, was placed in a basket, covered up, - and carried to her new home, her owners hoping she would be - delighted to walk in the woods and catch the squirrels. But when - she jumped out of the basket she ran away; she liked the village - company better. She wandered three weeks, hunting for her old home, - where at last she arrived, half starved. We called her in and fed - her, and she seemed very happy. We sent a postal to the family, and - May came over, delighted to know puss was alive. She tied her in - the basket again, and took her home. She seemed more contented, and - they thought this time she would stay; but in three days back she - came again. We sent word to them she was here, and they came for - her; and in all four times she was carried home. The last time Mr. - T. told her plainly that this would be the last time he should come - for her. Now what do you think? she is round here again, and no one - can catch her. - - FRANKIE L. W. - - * * * * * - - ROME, OHIO. - - I want to tell you about my pet lamb. One day papa brought in a - lamb which could not stand alone. He gave it to me. We kept it in - the house until it could stand alone, and I named it Kate. I fed - her, and she would follow me all around. I kept her in the orchard, - and when I went to feed her, I would say, "Katie, Katie," and she - would run to me and drink her milk. When I stopped feeding her, her - wool was five inches long, and now it is nine and one-quarter - inches long. - - MARY B. R. - - * * * * * - - ALEXANDRIA, LOUISIANA. - - I have a nice doll house and five dolls. Josephine is the mamma. - She has three children--Hattie, Fannie, and Clarence. I love my - dolls very much. - - I live on a sugar plantation, and love to go to the sugar-mill. - There are two little squirrels that stay about the yard. They have - a nest in the back yard, and are right tame. I watch them playing, - and think they are very pretty. - - We have two little kittens, John and Ambrose. They are the sweetest - little kittens that I ever saw. They are named after two young - gentlemen friends of the family. They play and sleep all day, and - are very lazy. Their old mother went away and left them. They used - to have fits quite often, but whenever they had them I would pour - cold water over them, and now they are perfectly cured. - - ELLA B. - - * * * * * - - FORT GRATIOT, MICHIGAN. - - I am nine years old. I have a little brother four years old. His - name is Weymouth. I love him very much. He always wants to play - church, and be the minister. When I had company, and we danced - "Sally Waters," Weymouth said he would not dance, for ministers did - not dance. This summer mamma took Weymouth and me to Aylmer, - Canada. We had a nice time, and I saw "Don W." and his sister there - at the picnic he spoke of in his letter to the Post-office Box. - - We have a bird, and I have several dolls, and one pretty paper doll - mamma made for me. - - I think I am the only one in this place who takes the YOUNG PEOPLE, - and I am going to try and get more to take it. I like it so very - much. My auntie in Montana sent it this year to me. - - LIZZIE M. K. - - * * * * * - - BIRDSBOROUGH, PENNSYLVANIA. - - I am a little girl six years old. I go to school, and like my - teacher. Her name is Miss N. D. I like to hear my papa read the - letters in HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE to me. I have a sister Olivia, who - is ten years old. She gets HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE every Saturday, - and likes the stories very well. I have a pet cat named Flora, and - a rooster named Dick. He is very tame, and comes running to me when - I call him. - - HATTIE H. - - * * * * * - - BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. - - We have three little kittens just three weeks old, and they are - real sweet. My aunt Helen wanted to take them up stairs, but as - soon as she took hold of them the old mother cried, and would not - have them out of her sight a moment. When the mother wants to go in - the yard, she comes away up stairs to the third story and cries, - and then when some of us come down, she goes and stands by the door - until we open it. I have a sister Etha, and a brother Josie, and we - all enjoy YOUNG PEOPLE very much. I can not think which of the - stories I like the best, because I like them all so well. - - LOTTIE L. S. - - * * * * * - - HAVANA, CUBA. - - Perhaps some of your young people will like to hear about a parrot - that we used to have. He was a very funny fellow. He repeated - almost everything that he heard. When mamma asked for the servants - in the morning, he would commence to call them: "Lola! Dolores! - German! it is time to get up; the mistress is calling you!" When he - was angry he would begin to cry, "I am angry! I am angry!" When the - servants did not give him dinner, he would cry, "I am hungry! I am - hungry!--the servants have not given me my dinner." He knew how to - laugh. Sometimes he scolded the servants, and afterward he would - laugh--"Ha! ha! ha!" When we were breakfasting he used to come to - the table for us to give him his breakfast, and he would eat from - our hands. Sometimes he would sit on papa's shoulder. His plumage - was red, green, and blue. He was very pretty. - - Have you ever seen a crane? The other day a gentleman presented - one to papa. He has a long neck and long legs, and is very pretty. - He eats from our hands, and is very tame. He eats all the flies and - roaches he can find. The other day a dog bit a little friend of - ours. As it was a strange dog, that came from the street into the - yard where the child was playing, it is not known whether the dog - was mad or not. But the doctor said he must treat the wound as if - he knew the dog was mad; so he had to burn the place to prevent the - boy from having hydrophobia. - - CONCEPCION. - - * * * * * - - POLK TOWNSHIP, ILLINOIS. - - I am a little boy six years old. I live on a farm. I have two dogs, - and my grandpa named one of them Peter. I have a brother four years - old, and a darling sister, too. Papa calls sister "Black-eyes," but - her name is Clara. She can say two lines of "Three Little Kittens," - and says "please" and "thank you" as well as anybody. My brother - and I saved our money until we had enough to buy "The Franconia - Stories" and "Little Learner Series," but we like our YOUNG PEOPLE - better than any books we have. - - PAUL C. - - * * * * * - - NEW YORK CITY. - - I will be twelve years old in a few days. I notice, in looking over - my first volume of HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, that most of the boys and - girls who write to you are under that age. When I read some of - their letters, I only wish I was favored as they are, and could - have chickens and rabbits, and live in the country. But I am a city - boy, and go to the public school, and have lots of books, and enjoy - myself in reading, and playing with my two little sisters, who are, - I think, the most cunning little girls I know. - - JOHN M. H. - - * * * * * - - HOBART, NEW YORK. - - I like your paper very much, and receive it with great pleasure - every week. I am not going to school at present, but expect to very - soon. We have six cats, and none of them are cunning. I am nine - years old, and live on a farm. We send our milk to New York. This - is one of the sections of New York State in which maple sugar is - made, and it is very interesting to watch the process. We have had - no snow as yet, but usually at this time of the year have about two - feet--more or less. - - MYRA G. W. - - * * * * * - - LIMA, PERU. - - As the editor hopes that some girl will write in the defense of - poor puss, I beg to say that I have two splendid cats. The largest - is a fine Maltese, looks very much like an old woman, and is - exceedingly fat. He is named Mr. Mason. Besides having the good - quality of being an excellent mouser, he is very religious, and - often spends the nights in the Cathedral, which is just in front of - our house. Early in the morning he comes back, howling for - something to eat. The other cat is named Mr. Stubbs, and is - decidedly the favorite. He is rather thin, and has a face like a - mouse, but is the most affectionate animal alive; and when mother - opens the door in the morning, he stands quite still, and says, - "Mew! mew!" as if to say good-morning; he then walks in, and pays - us each a visit in bed. He never scratches, and I am almost sure - that if Augusta C. knew him, she would think differently about - cats. - - I have one sister and two brothers. We were all born in Mexico, - but, my parents being Americans, we are all, of course, American - citizens. During the last eight years we have been living in Lima, - Peru, and so Mr. Harper will not think it strange that this letter - takes a little longer to go to him than some others. We have taken - HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE since it has been published, and always - praise and recommend it to everybody. It is just splendid. - - CARLOTA L. - - * * * * * - - BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS. - - I am a little boy nearly ten years old, and live in Boston. My - brother Theo (who is seven) and I have taken HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE - ever since we first heard of it, and we like it very much, and so - do all the boys and girls in our neighborhood. - - My father says that I may write a letter, which perhaps you will - publish, because the little boys and girls who live in other parts - of the country may like to hear about things at the sea-shore. - - Last summer we lived at a place twenty miles from Boston, in the - town of Cohasset, and it was the nicest place we ever had for - summer, because it was always cool and pleasant in fine weather. It - was near Minot's Ledge Light-House, and quite near the great blue - ocean. We could always hear the sound of the waves on the beach, - and could see the steamboats and vessels going up and down the - coast. Sometimes in stormy and foggy weather the vessels would be - in danger of going on the rocks; then the fog-horn would sound very - loud to warn them off the shore. - - We used to go in bathing nearly every pleasant day. My sister, who - is twelve, could swim out in very deep water, but I thought it much - nicer fun to dig sand on the beach, or run about the rocks on - shore. - - Sometimes the children from other houses would come and play with - us under the trees or in the stable, where we kept our horse and - our hens, and sometimes we used to take long walks to the village - or through the fields. - - In September, when the days grew shorter, mamma and auntie wanted - to go back to Boston, because the evenings were lonesome, and most - of the people were going to their homes. But I want to go to - Cohasset again next summer, and I should like to see some of the - boys and girls there who read this paper, and I guess they can find - me by inquiring at the post-office for - - HARRY A. P. - - * * * * * - -Some of our youthful puzzlers omit to send the answers with their -puzzles. No puzzle can be admitted unless the solution is sent in the -envelope with the puzzle. Some boys and girls send correct answers to -puzzles, but forget to sign their names, and in consequence we can not -give them credit, as we would like to, for their careful work. - - * * * * * - -Nellie Anderson, Lancaster, Ohio, found violets in bloom in December. - - * * * * * - -Ada Allen, Bolivar, Missouri, has sent us her teacher's certificate that -she has recited perfectly the list of the Kings and Queens of England. - - * * * * * - -Lester Tallmadge, of Leaville, Colorado, would like to receive the full -address of H. R. S., who lately sent him a package of interesting -curiosities, in order that he may make a suitable return. - - * * * * * - -C. Y. P. R. U. - -ALICE.--I can not decide for you the question which is the most useful -of all the trees in the world. I will leave it open for the -C. Y. P. R. U., and members may send me their opinions. The tree which -is applied to the most various and multiplied uses is probably the palm. -There are a number of species of palm, differing in some minor -peculiarities, but all graceful, elegant, and beautiful. The Palmyra -palm (_Borassus flabelliformis_) is, on account of its great usefulness, -called the prince of trees. Until this tree reaches its twentieth year -it has little grace or beauty. A recent writer says: "It is covered from -the root upward with the remains of old leaves which have been cut off -some distance from the trunk, leaving ugly and dangerous projections. -These leaf-stalks when green are soft and easily cut, but after they -become dry they are almost as hard as horn. A person running against -such a tree by night, or accidentally, is sure to retire wounded. After -the tree becomes older, all these remains of former leaves disappear, -and the straight trunk emerges smooth and clean, as if it had been -artificially trimmed and polished. It rises to the height of from sixty -to ninety feet, and is considered in its youth during its first hundred -years. The timber is almost worthless until the tree is sixty years -old." - -A Hindoo poem is said to enumerate eight hundred and one uses to which -the palm is applied. The leaves are used for fuel, for thatch, for mats, -for baskets, for cords, for fans, for umbrellas, for pouches, books, -etc. The sap is drawn from the tree twice daily during seven months of -the year, and makes, when unfermented, a pleasant drink; when fermented, -an intoxicating wine. It is boiled into a coarse sugar, which is used -both as food and medicine, and as a cement in mortar. The fruit is -considered a delicacy. There is an Indian proverb about the palm which -says, "If you plant it, it will grow a thousand years; and if you cut -it, it will last a thousand years." - - * * * * * - -The Postmistress acknowledges with thanks the kindness of her young -friends who have sent her pretty cards and other favors of the season. - - * * * * * - - ST. CLAIR, MICHIGAN. - - DEAR POSTMISTRESS,--Will you please try to think of something - pleasant for five girls to do. We are trying to get up a club by - ourselves. We want to meet in the afternoon, and sometimes in the - evening. We would like to have you tell us some name for it, and - what kind of badges and what color would be nice. I take HARPER'S - YOUNG PEOPLE, and like it very much. - - WORTHY E. MCE. - -How would you like "We Girls?" I think that would be a pretty name for -such a club as yours. As for badges, there is nothing more appropriate -than a geranium leaf or two, to be worn when you meet, or you might -assume rosettes of pink ribbon, or, prettier still, always wear a white -apron when you assemble. I think it would be very charming for you to -have some beautiful needle-work on hand, and while one should read -aloud, let the others sew. If there are poor little girls in your town -who do not know how to sew, or whose mothers are too busy to make -comfortable clothing for them, your club, with _your_ mothers' -permission, might make garments for them. A cooking club is very popular -among girls of your age, and, upon the whole, would perhaps give you -more enjoyment, and result in more real benefit to you in making you -efficient little house-keepers, than anything else the Postmistress -could propose. If you try the latter work, you will need the assistance -of some older friend until you are fairly organized. Please write, and -tell me what you finally resolve upon. - - * * * * * - - PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA. - - I am a regular subscriber to your nice paper, and read it with - great interest. I would like to tell you about a dog that I know of - that was much attached to his master, who is a boat-builder. The - other day, while at work placing beams in position in a new boat, - one of the poles became loose, and was about to fall on the man, - who was in the way. The dog saw his master's danger, and sprang on - him, knocking him out of the way. The man was slightly hurt, but - the poor dog was killed. He saved his master's life, but lost his - own. Please give this to the Postmistress to publish. - - KITTY B. H. - -I am very glad to publish this letter in memory of the faithful dog who -lost his life to save his master's. - - * * * * * - -There is one thing certain about our paper this week. The C. Y. P. R. U., -on the look-out for relations of solemn fact, would never be able to -tell which articles were intended for its special entertainment if the -Postmistress did not point them out. "The Loss of the _Royal George_" is -one, but who that did not know it to be an actual occurrence, and one of -the most terrible and heart-rending in English history, would not think -the story one of the wildest fancies of some writer's brain? Then who -would believe that some birds could be so cruel and heartless as to feed -upon the flesh of their fellows, if Dr. W. O. Ayres, of Yale College, -did not tell us so in "My Family of Orioles"? Unless the Postmistress is -very much mistaken, the articles in YOUNG PEOPLE which will be most -widely read this week are those in which "truth is stranger than -fiction." - - * * * * * - -PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS. - -No. 1. - -ENIGMA. - - Formed half beneath and half above the earth, - We sisters owe to art a second birth; - The smiths' and carpenters' adopted daughters, - Made on the earth to travel o'er the waters. - Swifter we move as tighter we are bound, - Yet neither touch the water, air, nor ground. - We serve the poor for use, the rich for whim, - Sink when it rains, and when it freezes, swim. - - ELLA B. - - * * * * * - -No. 2. - -TWO EASY DIAMONDS. - -1.--1. A letter. 2. A verb. 3. Large plants. 4. A creeping fish. 5. A -letter. - -2.--1. A letter. 2. A huge serpent. 3. Juvenile. 4. A conjunction. 5. A -letter. - - ROBTUS. - - * * * * * - -No. 3. - -DOUBLE ACROSTIC. - -1. To obey. 2. A surgical instrument. 3. Universal. 4. Part of a bird. -5. To breathe out. 6. 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McGuire - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="center"> -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary=""> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MARJORIES_NEW-YEARS_EVE">MARJORIE'S NEW-YEAR'S EVE.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#PERILS_AND_PRIVATIONS">PERILS AND PRIVATIONS.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_TALKING_LEAVES">THE TALKING LEAVES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_STORY_OF_A_LITTLE_DOGS_TAIL">THE STORY OF A LITTLE DOG'S TAIL.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#MY_FAMILY_OF_ORIOLES">MY FAMILY OF ORIOLES.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LAMENT_OF_A_LEFT-OVER_DOLL">THE LAMENT OF A LEFT-OVER DOLL.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#FELIX">FELIX.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#SLUMBER_SONG">SLUMBER SONG.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#A_STEAM_CHAIR">A STEAM CHAIR.</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#TOO_MANY_COOKS_SPOIL_THE_BROTH">"TOO MANY COOKS SPOIL THE BROTH."</a></td></tr> -<tr><td align="left"><a href="#OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX">OUR POST-OFFICE BOX.</a></td></tr> -</table></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> -<img src="images/ill_001.jpg" width="800" height="308" alt="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>. III.—<span class="smcap">No</span>. 115.</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, January 10, 1882.</td><td align="center">Copyright, 1881, by <span class="smcap">Harper & Brothers</span>.</td><td align="right">$1.50 per Year, in Advance.</td></tr> -</table></div> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 684px;"> -<img src="images/ill_002.jpg" width="684" height="700" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">THE HOLIDAYS OVER.</span> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="MARJORIES_NEW-YEARS_EVE" id="MARJORIES_NEW-YEARS_EVE">MARJORIE'S NEW-YEAR'S EVE.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY MRS. JOHN LILLIE.</h3> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<p>It seemed to Marjorie as though she never would find that particular -door; but at last it was reached. She put in the key; it turned in the -lock, and she went in, not a little frightened and trembling.</p> - -<p>She found herself in a large room covered, like the rest of the castle, -with crystals; but on one side of the wall seemed to be a sort of -gallery, evidently overlooking some other room. "I wonder if I ought to -go in?" thought Marjorie. But almost at the same moment she felt herself -impelled on, and to the foot of a little staircase leading up to the -gallery. Now even before she had time to be surprised at what she saw -below, she had a feeling that if she asked the horse a question, he -would answer from somewhere. So she said, quite aloud, "What place is -this?"</p> - -<p>And the answer sounded from somewhere, "It's <span class="smcap">Santa Claus's Council -Chamber</span>." (Marjorie felt as if it was written or spoken in big letters.)</p> - -<p>And then Marjorie, trembling in the white gallery, looked down on the -most splendid room she had ever even dreamed of. It was long and high; -there were panels of crystal; there were panels of sapphire and emerald -and jasper, and there were lines of golden toys strung here and there. -At the upper end was a splendid throne, with reindeers on either side. -The whole room was ablaze with light. Marjorie longed for a hundred -eyes.</p> - -<p>Presently there came a rushing noise like the music of a million -sleigh-bells; doors behind the throne fell back, and behold! a -procession entered. Crowds of brilliantly dressed people came first, and -then heralds and trumpeters, and many elves ringing bells. At last a -majestic figure clothed in a snowy cloak of fur, with a long white beard -and a crown of icicles, appeared. Every one fell back, the ladies and -gentlemen, elves and dwarfs, bowing, the trumpeters flinging back their -heads and pealing forth a triumphal blare. Through this double line -Santa Claus walked, and took his place on the throne. Marjorie waited, -breathless, for what would come next. Then she saw that the gayly -dressed ladies and gentlemen had taken places on either side of the -throne, and suddenly she seemed to know just who they all were.</p> - -<p>"Why, <i>of course</i>!" she whispered to herself, eagerly. They were the -fairy-tale people. There was Beauty; there was Prince Charming, -Cinderella, and the Sleeping Beauty, and even the Babes in the Wood. As -for Jack the Giant-killer, he was there in fine array. Marjorie saw him, -and lots of other dear people she loved to read about. There were -absolutely no giants.</p> - -<p>As soon as they were all seated, the doors again opened, and four dwarfs -entered, bearing huge silver dishes, full of something which sent up a -most delicious odor. Santa Claus stood up, and called out, loudly:</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Beans porridge hot,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Beans porridge cold,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Beans porridge in the pot</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Nine day's old."</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>And then Marjorie perceived that this supper was for the fairy people. -Those who liked it best "in the pot nine days old," grouped themselves -around a great big silver kettle, and dipped in long gold spoons.</p> - -<p>Marjorie was still watching with eager eyes, when again the doors opened -and a second procession entered. This was as queer as the other was -gorgeous, for all sorts of toys came in of themselves; not only -rocking-horses, but baby houses and blocks (each one by itself), and toy -alphabets, and tea sets walking, Noah's arks ahead of the animals, -woolly dogs, and bears on sticks. Directly after them came Marjorie's -horse, and Nine-times-naught, with Augusta on the Kennebec.</p> - -<p>A second pause followed, and then a whole group of dolls rushed in. They -did not come in as sedately as the toys. The French dolls flounced -about, the rag dolls pushed each other, and the china dolls just seemed -to come in higgledy-piggledy, anyhow. But as soon as toys and dolls had -assembled, they gathered about Santa Claus's throne with a most intimate -air of proprietorship. Marjorie hadn't seen him smile before.</p> - -<p>"Now, <i>what</i> next?" said Marjorie.</p> - -<p>"<i>Will</i> you wait?" said the voice of the horse.</p> - -<p>But somehow Marjorie felt as if she just couldn't wait. The toys and the -dolls made very free with Santa Claus. When everything and everybody -looked comfortable he spoke. His voice was loud, but kind.</p> - -<p>"Lot No. 14."</p> - -<p>From the toys came an ark, a big doll, and a woolly horse. They stood in -the middle of the splendid room, and the doll, who had on a red satin -dress, came forward.</p> - -<p>"We are very happy," she said, and Marjorie listened eagerly, never -having heard a doll's voice before. "We were given to a little girl who -is a cripple. She lives in a small room with her mother and two sisters. -When we came, she said God was so beautiful and kind this Christmas. She -sent for other children to play with us. They were ragged and cold and -hungry, but they were perfectly happy and thankful because they had us. -They were so happy, that they forgot that a little girl named Marjorie -had been cruel to them."</p> - -<p>(Up in the gallery Marjorie gave a little shiver, for she remembered -these poor children perfectly. Her governess, Miss Marbery, had wanted -her to share her Christmas money and presents with them. Marjorie had -stamped her feet angrily, had called them "miserable little beggars," -and had openly refused to think of such a thing. Now she bowed her head -and silently cried.)</p> - -<p>The doll seemed to have done speaking. She moved back, and took her -place with the woolly horse and the ark. Marjorie heard a voice say.</p> - -<p>"These toys can come back on New-Year's Eve for an hour or two, and -report to Santa Claus," and at that minute to her horror she beheld all -of her own Christmas presents troop forward.</p> - -<p>"Where have <i>you</i> all been?" said Santa Claus.</p> - -<p>It was her own doll who answered.</p> - -<p>"We came to Marjorie," she said. "She lives in a warm, comfortable, -beautiful house, where every one pets her, and is kind to her, and tries -to make her happy. She is never cold, nor hungry, nor sick, but nothing -pleases her. These toys did not satisfy her." (Here the toys sprang -about angrily.) "She was cross and petulant, and she flung me into a -corner because she did not get a new doll. All the toys hate her and -despise her. She has never done anything at Christmas-time for any one -else."</p> - -<p>Then Santa Claus spoke again:</p> - -<p>"What could she have done this Christmas?"</p> - -<p>The doll gave a little sigh.</p> - -<p>"I wanted very much to be given to the poor little lame girl," she -answered. "To her I would have been a treasure. It would have been so -easy for Marjorie to have made Christmas a happy day for a great many -people."</p> - -<p>The doll ceased speaking, and then Marjorie saw that all the fairy -people were busy writing down something on the wall behind them. There -was perfect silence for a moment, and then it seemed to poor bewildered -Marjorie that all those beautiful walls blazed forth terrible words -about herself. "Shut her out from our favor forever." "Miserable." -"Ungrateful." "Cold." "Proud." "Cruel."</p> - -<p>"Oh!" she moaned to herself, "what <i>can</i> I do, what <i>can</i> I do?"</p> - -<p>Suddenly the clock struck twelve. New-Year's Day had come, and in a -flash toys, dolls, fairy-tale people, all seemed to melt away, and -Marjorie found herself cold and weary in that strange flower garden.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> - -<p>She stood still a moment, and listened eagerly for the sound of the -horse's rock. It came at last.</p> - -<p>"Well," he said, gravely, "you were allowed to come out. Get up into the -saddle and I'll tell you why."</p> - -<p>Marjorie obeyed, and then said, softly,</p> - -<p>"Please why?"</p> - -<p>"Because you are sorry for your faults—you showed humility."</p> - -<p>"Oh yes, indeed, I <i>am</i> sorry," murmured Marjorie.</p> - -<p>The horse's rock sounded a little softened. "And next year perhaps a -flower may grow for you in this garden."</p> - -<p>"I will try," Marjorie answered. "But if I never come back, how shall I -know?"</p> - -<p>"By your own feelings. When it grows, its fragrance reaches down to the -world, and brings you peace and happiness. You will not need to be told -that somewhere a blossom is waiting for you. God's garden paths reach -down to every heart."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Marjorie sprang up. She was in her own room; it had grown dark, the fire -was dying away, and there was Uncle John in his great-coat looking at -her and laughing.</p> - -<p>"Well, Pussy," he exclaimed, "you're a great girl to go to sleep. Come, -I want you to go out with me and buy New-Year's presents for the -Williamsons. Hurry up."</p> - -<p>Marjorie felt dazed. What <i>had</i> she been dreaming about?</p> - -<p>"Why," she said, and looked around to see her horse standing very still -and bright-eyed in the middle of the room—"why, where's Augusta, on the -Kennebec?" she said, suddenly, rubbing her eyes.</p> - -<p>Uncle John roared laughing. "You've been studying too much lately, -Puss," he said, kindly.</p> - -<p>"No, I haven't," said Marjorie. "I've been a mean girl."</p> - -<p>Later, as they were driving through the snowy streets, Marjorie put her -hand into her uncle's, and said, gravely, "Uncle, where is God's -garden?"</p> - -<p>He was silent for a moment, and then he answered, quietly: "Dear, it -ought to be all around us. It is wherever we can do any good or prevent -any evil; the place we are going to to-night might be your part of His -garden if you chose."</p> - -<p>Marjorie looked up at the star-lit sky, wondering what she could do. -Then she said to herself, "I feel as if somewhere there I might plant my -flower."</p> - -<p>And I am sure she did.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="PERILS_AND_PRIVATIONS" id="PERILS_AND_PRIVATIONS">PERILS AND PRIVATIONS.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY JAMES PAYN.</h3> - -<h3>II.</h3> - -<h3>THE LOSS OF THE "ROYAL GEORGE."</h3> - -<p>In a letter which Miss Martineau once showed me, from a relative of -hers, long dead, addressed to her great niece from Southsea, near -Portsmouth, and dated August 9, 1782, there occurred this singular -passage:</p> - -<p>"The day is calm and pleasant, and as I sit at the open window, the -great vessel in the offing, betwixt me and the Fair Island" (the Isle of -Wight used to be so called), "seems to sway not a hand-breadth, nor to -flutter a single pennant." Then, in a trembling hand, but still the -same, was added: "A dreadful thing has happened. When I had written that -beginning of my letter, Dorothy, I looked again southward; the sea was -as waveless as before, and the Fair Island sparkled in the sun, but -betwixt us and it I saw no trace of the great three-decker. I thought my -brain had gone wrong, and rang the bell for Agnes; but when she too -could see nothing of the ship, a terrible apprehension took hold of me; -and when the alarm-guns from the fort began to thunder, I knew she had -gone down. I hear near a thousand men were aboard of her."</p> - -<p>This was the famous "wreck of the <i>Royal George</i>," immortalized by the -verse of Cowper. She was a ship of one hundred guns, carrying brass -24-pounders on her main-deck, brass 32-pounders on her middle deck, and -iron 32-pounders on her lower deck. Her lanterns were so large that the -men used to enter them to clean them. She had six months' provisions on -board, and many tons of shot. The blue flag of "brave Kempenfelt" was -flying at her mizzen, and in two days she was to leave Spithead to join -the fleet in the Mediterranean.</p> - -<p>So sudden and unexpected a catastrophe was never before heard of in -nautical annals; but the cause of it is common enough. It arose from the -obstinacy and fool-hardiness of the lieutenant of the watch. These -caused the death of some eight hundred human beings. It is not necessary -to mention his name; indeed, the sailor from whose personal narrative I -compile the story, and who had probably just joined the ship, did not -know his name, though of course it could be discovered easily enough. -"He was, if I remember right," he says, "the third lieutenant, a -good-sized man between thirty and forty." Fortunately for himself, -perhaps, he was drowned with the rest.</p> - -<p>The accident arose through the heeling over of the ship. It was -necessary to lay her on her side to get at the water cock, situated in -that part of the hold called the well, in order to replace it by a new -one. The operation was begun at eight o'clock in the morning. The ship -at that time was "full of Jews, women, and people selling all sorts of -things," as was usual on the eve of a long voyage. The last lighter, -with rum on board, had just come alongside, and was lashed to the -larboard side of the vessel, and the men were piped to clear her, and -stow the rum in the hold. Though the water was almost level with the -port-holes through which the larboard guns were run out, no danger seems -at first to have been apprehended. The sea dashed in with every wave, -and disturbed the mice in the lower deck, and the men amused themselves -with hunting them in the water. "There was a rare game going on," are -the words of the narrator.</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> -<img src="images/ill_003.jpg" width="400" height="316" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"I SAW THE PORT-HOLES AS FULL OF HEADS AS THEY COULD -CRAM."</span> -</div> - -<p>By nine o'clock the weight of the rum barrels and of the sea water -brought the larboard port-holes still lower, and the carpenter applied -to the third lieutenant to give orders to "right ship, as she could not -bear it." But the lieutenant gave him a very short answer. The -captain—Captain Waghorn—was on board, and also the admiral; but -admirals and captains are not consulted in such matters. The lives of -those at sea, as of those on land, are mainly in the hands of -subordinates. In a very short time the carpenter repeated his warning, -and the lieutenant answered, "Sir, if you can manage the ship better -than I can, you had better take the command." In a minute or two -afterward, it is true, this fool-hardy officer ordered the drummer to be -called to beat to right ship, but it was then too late. There was no -time to beat his drum, or even time to get it. "Let us try," said our -sailor to the lieutenant of his gun, "to house our gun out without -waiting for the drum, as it will help to right the ship." They pushed -the gun, but it ran back on them, and they could not start it. "Then I -cried, 'Ned, the ship is sinking, jump out at the port-hole!' He did so, -but I believe was drowned, for I never saw him again. I followed him. <i>I -saw the port-holes as full of heads as they could cram, all trying to -get out.</i>"</p> - -<p>What a picture! Imagine all those poor fellows struggling to escape -through a space not large enough for one-tenth of them, up an incline as -steep as the peaked roof of a house, and with a hungry sea rushing in -behind them! Above all, think of the poor women! Our sailor, holding on -to the best-bower anchor, which hung above the port,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> seizes hold of one -and drags her out, but at that moment the draught of air from -between-decks, caused by the sinking of the ship, blows him off his -feet. Then the huge mass goes down, and draws him down with it. He tries -to swim, but can not, "though I plunged as hard as I could with both -hands and feet; but when the ship touched bottom, the water boiled up a -good deal, and I felt that I could swim, and began to rise." So, even if -a vessel with a hundred guns goes down and takes one with her, there is -some use, you see, in having learned to swim. When he comes to the -surface he hears—what a sound at such a moment!—the cannons ashore -firing their signals of distress, but he can see nothing. His face is -covered with tar, a barrel of tar having been staved in as the ship went -down, and its contents spread over the water. He strikes it away from -his eyes as well as he can, and looks about him.</p> - -<p>The fore, main, and mizzen tops of the huge ship were all above water, -and he climbs up into comparative safety. In the shrouds of the -mizzentop he finds the admiral's baker, and sees the woman he has just -pulled out of the port-hole rolling by. He seizes her once more, and -hangs her head over one of the ratlines of the mizzen-shrouds, like -clothes to dry, which is the best he can do for her; but a surf comes -and knocks her backward, and "away she went, rolling over and over." -Strangely enough, the poor creature is saved after all by the boat of a -frigate lying at Spithead, whose captain has just put off to the rescue. -"I must look to those who are in more danger than you, my lad," he sings -out to our sailor, as he goes by.</p> - -<p>"Ay, ay, sir," is the reply; "I am safely moored enough."</p> - -<p>The captain of the <i>Royal George</i>, though, strange to say, he could not -swim, was picked up alive. But out of nearly a thousand men, which was -the ship's complement, although some were on leave, and sixty marines -had gone ashore that very morning, only a very few were saved. -Government allowed five pounds to them for the loss of their things. "I -saw the list, and there were but seventy-five."</p> - -<p>For several days afterward bodies would suddenly come up to the surface -at the spot where the ship had sunk, "forty and fifty at a time. The -watermen made a good thing of it; they would take from the men their -buckles, money, and watches; then, making fast a rope to their heels, -would tow them to land."</p> - -<p>The poet who sings of the calamity tells us "no tempest gave the shock," -and indeed there was scarcely any breeze at all. The ship was anchored, -and had not even a stitch of canvas on her to keep her steady.</p> - -<p>Sixty years afterward the interest of this terrible event had by no -means died away, and I well remember, as a boy, going on board the ship -that was stationed above the scene of the calamity, to see the divers -who were still employed upon the wreck. The aspiration of the poet,</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">"Weigh the vessel up,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 18em;">Once dreaded by her foes,"</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>was never realized; but almost everything was taken out of her; and more -fancy articles—paper-knives, work-boxes, etc.—affirmed to have been -made from her timbers, were sold, I am afraid, than the <i>Royal George</i>, -big as she was, could ever have furnished. In country places and at the -sea-side in England you may purchase them even now at the -bazars—old-fashioned articles, with this tomb-like inscription on them: -"This desk" (or letter-weight, or paper-knife) "was made out of the wood -of the <i>Royal George</i>, sunk off Spithead in 1782, with eight hundred of -her crew."</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_TALKING_LEAVES" id="THE_TALKING_LEAVES"></a>THE TALKING LEAVES.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></h2> - -<h4>An Indian Story.</h4> - -<h3>BY W. O. STODDARD.</h3> - -<h3><span class="smcap">Chapter XIV</span>.</h3> - -<div class="figleft" style="width: 95px;"> -<img src="images/ill_004.jpg" width="95" height="200" alt="Drop Cap T" /> -</div> - -<p>he advance of To-la-go-to-de and his Lipans that day had been a slow -one, and it grew slower and more cautious as hour after hour went by -without any word from the two pale-face scouts.</p> - -<p>The chief himself grew uneasy. He thought they would surely return or -send him some word before night-fall; but the sun was nearly setting -when at last he went into camp with his discontented warriors on the -very spot where Steve and Murray had made their halt before daylight.</p> - -<p>Then, indeed, he could wait no longer, and several braves were ordered -out on foot, with others on horseback a little behind them, to explore -what was left of the pass, and see what they could find.</p> - -<p>They could have done more for their chief and themselves if the night -had not been a cloudy one, so that not a brave among them ventured to -descend into the valley.</p> - -<p>If they had done so they might have discovered two very important facts. -The first was that the Apache hunting village had left it, bag and -baggage. The second, and quite as important a discovery, would have been -that the camping ground abandoned by the Apaches had been promptly -occupied by a strong party of pale-faces.</p> - -<p>All the scouts could really do was to bring back word that the pass was -clear of enemies to the border of the valley.</p> - -<p>That was an anxious night for To-la-go-to-de.</p> - -<p>The morning would bring news, at all events, for he determined to dash -on with all his warriors, and find out about matters for himself.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> - -<p>"No Tongue is wise. He is a great warrior. Sometimes wise old warrior -gets knocked on the head. Then he not come back at all."</p> - -<p>There was a possibility, as he well knew, that the Apaches themselves -had something to do with the silence of his two pale-face friends.</p> - -<p>Another head had been quite as busy and troubled as that of -To-la-go-to-de all that day. Captain Skinner also would have given -something for a few minutes' conversation with "them two mining -fellers."</p> - -<p>He felt sure they could have given him both information and advice; but -he said to himself: "Of course they won't come nigh our outfit. They -know we've jumped their claim. Still, they did the friendly thing with -Bill and the boys, and they sent word they didn't bear us any ill-will. -That's 'cause they feel sure of their own ground. They're on good terms -with the red-skins. I wish I could say we were."</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> -<img src="images/ill_005.jpg" width="600" height="576" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">THE RAGGED LITTLE CAPTAIN.</span> -</div> - -<p>Well he might, considering how many of them there were in that country, -and how near to him some of them were coming. All the way down the pass -the ragged little Captain had ridden in advance of his men, carefully -scanning every rock and bush and tree. At last he paused at the very -spot where Bill and his companions had had their little difficulty. He -seemed to see some signs that needed studying, and he stooped down and -picked up something. Only a pair of strong thongs of buckskin, that -looked as if they had been recently used in tying up something. He could -make very little out of them; but he noticed the marks of horses' feet -going in and out of the forest.</p> - -<p>"Signs are getting pretty thick. Hullo! an arrow. Cut in two, and blood -on it. Bill, isn't this the spot?"</p> - -<p>"This 'ere's the very place, Cap. We came awful nigh havin' a fight -right yer."</p> - -<p>"Glad you made out not to have any. Did those two white men and the -Indians ride away in company?"</p> - -<p>"Wa'al, no. The red-skins rid away first, and the two fellers promised -to foller 'em after a while. Then I reckon they cut off into the timber. -'Peared like they must ha' been huntin'."</p> - -<p>"Most likely they were; and waiting for us to get away, so they could go -back to their mine. Boys, I'm afraid our claim won't be worth a great -deal by the time we get back."</p> - -<p>"We'll take care of that when we come, Cap. They said they'd take thar -chances. We'll take ours; that's all."</p> - -<p>Slower and more and more cautiously the mining train again moved -forward, until from under the last of the pine-trees Captain Skinner -could look out upon the valley and see that it was empty.</p> - -<p>How would he and his men have felt if they could have known that at that -very minute Murray was chipping away<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> with his chisel at his -inscriptions upon the central monument of the great Buckhorn Mine?</p> - -<p>"Not a red-skin in sight," he remarked. "We'll go straight on down. -There must be plenty of ways out of the valley."</p> - -<p>No doubt of it, but the first business of those wanderers, after they -reached the spring and unhitched their mule-teams, was to carefully -examine every hoof-mark and foot-print they could find.</p> - -<p>The fact that there had been lodges was proof that the Apaches were not -a war party, but there was plenty of evidence that they were numerous -enough to be dangerous.</p> - -<p>"Glad Bill didn't pick a quarrel with such a band," grumbled Captain -Skinner. "But how did he happen to show so much sense? I never suspected -him of it."</p> - -<p>This was not complimentary to Bill, and it was clear that the Captain's -opinion of him had not changed.</p> - -<p>"Some kind of an accident," he said. "Nobody need waste any time looking -out for another one just like it."</p> - -<p>It was getting late in the day, and a better place for a camp could not -have been found.</p> - -<p>"This'll do for to-night, won't it, Cap?" asked one of the miners.</p> - -<p>"Of course it will. We'll try to move east from here, or south, when we -leave it."</p> - -<p>"Shall any of the boys go for game? Must be plenty of it all around."</p> - -<p>"Game? Oh yes. Plenty of it, after a hundred Apache hunters have been -riding it down for nobody knows how long. The red-skins leave heaps of -game behind 'em, always."</p> - -<p>This answer prevented any further remarks on the subject of hunting that -afternoon. They had plenty of fresh meat with them, nevertheless, and -there was no reason why they should not cook and eat.</p> - -<p>There was a reason why they should not be altogether pleased with their -camping ground. They found the coals of one fire still hot enough to -kindle with.</p> - -<p>"The Apaches haven't been out of this a great while," said Captain -Skinner, "but the trail of their lodge poles shows that they set off to -the west'ard. That isn't our direction. I don't care how far they go, -nor how fast."</p> - -<p>The other miners did not agree with him. Neither did they like the looks -of the mountain range through which the Apaches had come.</p> - -<p>"Danger behind us or not," said one of the men, "I move we spend a day -or so in huntin' and findin' out jest what's best to be done before we -light out of this. We must be getting pretty close to the Mexican line."</p> - -<p>They were even closer than he had any idea of, but when their evening -conference ended, Captain Skinner was outvoted, and a "hunt and scout" -was agreed upon.</p> - -<h4>[<span class="smcap">to be continued</span>.]</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="THE_STORY_OF_A_LITTLE_DOGS_TAIL" id="THE_STORY_OF_A_LITTLE_DOGS_TAIL">THE STORY OF A LITTLE DOG'S TAIL.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY HELEN MARVIN.</h3> - -<p>Flash was the name of the little dog whose tail I am going to tell you -about. Flash's master was a great actor, whose name was David Garrick. -Flash and his master lived more than a hundred years ago.</p> - -<p>One evening the family and a number of their friends were at a theatre -in the great city of London. Flash's master was on the stage, playing -his part, while Flash was in the audience, lying on his mistress's lap.</p> - -<p>The play was almost over, when a big countryman, whom nobody knew, came -out on the stage, and spoke a piece that was called the epilogue. -Everybody asked, "Who is he?"</p> - -<p>"I don't know," said Sir Joshua Reynolds, who was a great artist, and -painted beautiful portraits, to Miss Angelica Kauffman, a lovely young -lady, who was also very famous as an artist.</p> - -<p>"I don't know," said Dr. Burney to his daughter, Miss Fanny, who had -written a charming story-book.</p> - -<p>"I don't know," said Dr. Samuel Johnson to his friend Mr. Boswell, who -had taken the liberty to nudge the great man's elbow.</p> - -<p>"Can you tell me who that actor is?" asked Mrs. Thrale, the wife of a -very wealthy brewer.</p> - -<p>"No, I can not tell you who he is," replied Mrs. Garrick.</p> - -<p>At this the little dog in Mrs. Garrick's lap jumped to his feet, pricked -up his ears, looked toward the stage at the big countryman, and began to -wag his tail.</p> - -<p>Wig-wag, wig-wag, wig-wag went Flash's tail, and Mrs. Garrick said, -"Why, it is my husband; Flash knows his master better than his own wife -does."</p> - -<p>"Sure enough, it <i>is</i> Mr. Garrick!" they all exclaimed.</p> - -<p>"We might have known it," said Miss Kauffman.</p> - -<p>"Yes, yes: yes, yes," replied Sir Joshua Reynolds. "You see, my dear -young lady, the little dog knew more than all of us put together."</p> - -<p>This is how Flash Garrick recognized his master, and told everybody in -the theatre by the wagging of his little tail.</p> - -<p>This is a true story, and it happened, as I told you, more than a -hundred years ago.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="MY_FAMILY_OF_ORIOLES" id="MY_FAMILY_OF_ORIOLES">MY FAMILY OF ORIOLES.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY W. O. AYRES.</h3> - -<p>We were down in the country last summer, Fred and I, at Blackberry Farm. -Fred is a bright, lively boy, nine years old, and everything there was -novelty to him, for he had never been out of the city before, excepting -once, when he was too young to notice and remember what he saw. Perhaps -no boy who left New York in July enjoyed his vacation more than Fred did -his two months at Blackberry Farm.</p> - -<p>Among the residents at the farm-house was one Tiglath-Pileser, commonly -called Tig for short, though Fred almost always gave him at least one of -his two names in full in speaking either to him or of him. Tig was a -very handsome Maltese cat, to whom his little mistress, who was very -fond of him and very proud of him, had given this name of the old King -of Assyria. Now Tig was a very industrious cat; he not only caught mice -about the house and barn, but birds also out in the orchard, and once I -saw him come in dragging a garter-snake much longer than himself.</p> - -<p>One morning Fred came hurrying to the veranda, where I was sitting, -closely followed by Tig, both of them in a state of great excitement.</p> - -<p>"Oh, Uncle William, Tiglath has killed such a beautiful, beautiful bird! -Only see! I made him give it up, though he tried hard to keep it."</p> - -<p>And in fact Tig was at that very moment manifesting great -dissatisfaction with the condition of things, and a decided -determination to recover his property.</p> - -<p>"Did you ever see such a beautiful bird, Uncle William? Tiglath-Pileser, -keep your foot down. His head is so black and his breast is such a -bright orange."</p> - -<p>"Yes, Fred, there are few birds of more brilliant plumage which come so -far north as New England. It is a Baltimore oriole, though if you should -ask any one of the people about here, you would probably be told that it -was a hang-bird, or perhaps a fire hang-bird—a name which they give it -from the nest which it builds, and from its very bright colors. There -are various species of orioles in other countries, but this and the -orchard oriole are the only ones which are ever seen in New England."</p> - -<p>"But why is he the Baltimore oriole if he comes here to Connecticut to -live?"</p> - -<p>"Who was the first Governor of the colony of Maryland, Fred?"</p> - -<p>"Cecil Calvert, known as Lord Baltimore," replied Fred, in regular -school-boy style.</p> - -<p>"Yes; and when Lord Baltimore came to America his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> servants wore a -livery of orange with black trimmings; and so this bird, which is very -common in Maryland, was called the 'Baltimore oriole' from the colors of -his coat. And it is very true of him, as it doubtless was of the -servants just mentioned, that his wife and children are much more -plainly dressed. The female bird and the young ones wear no such gay -colors; you would scarcely suspect that they were part of his family. -The people of Baltimore always speak of the oriole as 'our bird,' and if -you had kept watch of the papers, Fred, you would have seen that last -year in October, when they wanted to have a great festival to celebrate -the completion of their splendid water-supply system, they called it -'The Baltimore Oriole Celebration.' Everywhere in the decorations, and -in the dresses of the ladies, and in the scarfs and neckties of the -gentlemen appeared the black and brilliant gold of the oriole."</p> - -<p>"What does he live on, Uncle William? His bill is very smooth, and comes -to a round, sharp point. It does not look as though he could bite -anything hard."</p> - -<p>"Ah! that bill, Fred, is a wonder. And it is not merely for eating that -he uses it. You remember I told you the people called him hang-bird, -because of the sort of nest he builds. Now that nest he never could -build unless he had this curious bill. I must tell you a story about his -mode of using his bill; but before I do it we will start out for a walk, -and find one of their nests, if possible, even an old one of last year -will do. We will put this dead bird away, so that we can examine him -again. So, Tig, if you want a bird for your breakfast, you must go and -catch another."</p> - -<p>"Yes, Tiglath, we can not spare him, even though he does really belong -to you. But you can go with us." So away we three went across the -fields, Tig, however, soon wandering off in search of a mouse or -something.</p> - -<p>We had not gone very far before I espied an oriole's nest. It was on the -extreme end of the branch of an apple-tree. Fred climbed it, and -presently we had the nest in our hands. It was hung where a branch -divided into two smaller twigs, and I showed Fred very easily how the -bird had begun by fastening an end of a very long soft piece of grass to -one of the twigs, and then fastening the other end to the other twig, so -that the middle of the grass hung down in a long loop as much as five -inches deep. Then it had made another loop, which hung across the first, -and of the same depth, but this time the loop was made of a piece of -bark. Then there was another loop—actually a string which the bird had -found; and so it went on until there were seven or eight loops hanging.</p> - -<p>"Now look at these other fibres, Fred, which run across and around the -loops, and make a real basket of it. Do you see they go over one loop -and under another, and so on? How do you suppose they were put there? -There is where that shape of the bill which you noticed comes into play. -Come, let us go back to the house, where you can have the bird and the -nest together, and I will tell you the story, and you shall see for -yourself."</p> - -<p>We were soon quietly seated on the veranda, Fred all eagerness for a -lesson in ornithology.</p> - -<p>"The story is about a family of young orioles, three of them, which I -took from their nest just before they were large enough to fly away. -Perhaps it was cruel to take them, on their mother's account, but she -seemed to care very little about it, and in a few days they would have -left her anyway. I carried them to my room, and put them in a large open -cage, where I thought they would be as comfortable as possible.</p> - -<p>"Knowing that their mother fed them on berries and insects, I gave them -plenty of both; but they would not touch them, and all that day they ate -nothing. Next morning I tried them again, but it was of no use, and -fearing they would starve, I was about to carry them back to the old -nest, hoping their mother could do better with them than I could, when -an accident showed me how to manage them.</p> - -<p>"I was at that time making a collection of birds, and on my -working-table lay the body of a robin, whose skin I had just prepared -and stuffed. I had one of the little orioles sitting on my finger, when -he hopped off on the table, and seeing a piece of the flesh of the -robin, he swallowed it on the instant. As he seemed to like that sort of -food, I cut him another piece, and down it went like a flash, and I -continued to feed him until he could eat no more, and then I brought out -his brother and sister and fed them in the same manner.</p> - -<p>"After that I had no trouble in keeping them supplied with food, and -they grew rapidly. They never ate anything but the flesh of the birds -which I was skinning daily. I had no suspicion that such birds would eat -meat at all, nor do I think that it is generally known. Neither Mr. -Audubon nor any other writer mentions any such habit as belonging to -them; but these little fellows were very fond of it, and they certainly -throve well on it.</p> - -<p>"Of course they were soon strong enough to fly, and I left the door of -their cage open for them to come and go as they pleased. They grew very -tame, and soon learned to come to the table and get food themselves. -They always slept in the cage, but during the day they were everywhere -about the room. They grew so much attached to me, that the instant I -entered the room every bird with a loud chirrup would start for me with -his utmost speed, lighting on the top of my head, on my shoulders, on my -finger when I held it out to them—anywhere that they could find a -place.</p> - -<p>"If a stranger came with me, they were doubtful; would let him take -them, and possibly sit a minute on his finger, but nothing more. It was -when one of them was sitting on my finger that I first learned that -curious use of his bill in nest-building of which I spoke before we went -out.</p> - -<p>"I had brought him up to my face, when, to my great surprise, he put the -point of his bill between my lips, and tried to pry them open. I tried -him again, and he did it the second time. I lifted one of the others, -the female, and she used her bill in the same manner. It occurred to me -at once that that was the way in which they built their nests. I watched -them constantly, and became perfectly certain that I was right. They -would try to pry open my fingers; if I separated my lips, they would try -to part my teeth. They often went up to books, and put in the point of -the bill to pry apart the leaves, opening the bill each time with all -their strength."</p> - -<p>"And is that the way, Uncle William, he has done with this nest? Sure -enough, I can see. Look!—look here! that piece of grass has gone under -this loop, and then it comes over, and here it goes under again."</p> - -<p>"That is just what the bird did, Fred. At first it was all open work, -and easy; but as the nest was getting nearly finished, the bill was -shoved in under that loop and opened widely, and the grass passed -through, and so on one after the other. And the nest could not have been -made as you see it now except for that singular way of using the bill.</p> - -<p>"But I must tell you more of their doings. They soon learned that their -food came from birds, and that it was because I skinned the birds, and -they learned just how I did it. If a bird lay on the table, they gave no -attention to him till I sat down ready for work. Then every oriole flew -immediately to the table; but each one looked around carelessly, as -though he had come there by accident, and had nothing particular on his -mind. They would walk about, and try to pry open books and whatever else -came in their way, and very often I waited some time, just to try them -and see what they would do. I would profess to read something, as though -skinning a bird was not in my thoughts at all.</p> - -<p>"But no; they knew better; one would look up at me,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> and then another, -and then they would run about again, but all the while keeping a sly and -cunning watch of me; they knew they would get the better of me in a few -minutes. For the instant I took up the bird, turned him on his back, and -raised my knife, a rush was made, and there they stood watching for the -first bite.</p> - -<p>"It was a most comical sight, and time and time again I used to laugh to -see them. I parted the bird's feathers with two fingers of my left hand, -almost always with an oriole on each finger, while three little heads -were thrust close down, and as I cut through the skin; in went three -bills digging and tearing for a mouthful each."</p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 459px;"> -<img src="images/ill_006.jpg" width="459" height="600" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">AN ORIOLE FEEDING HIS MATE.</span> -</div> - -<p>"Oh, Uncle William, what a strange thing! Do tell me what ever became of -the little orioles! What did you do with them in the winter, when there -were no birds for them to eat?"</p> - -<p>"Two of them, the female and one of the males, died very shortly after -they were fully grown. The other used to fly in and out of the window as -he pleased, into the orchard, and across to the woods. The first time he -went out he seemed quite uncomfortable, and called very loudly for me to -come and bring him back again, and when I climbed up the apple tree to -him, he hopped on my finger, and settled himself down in a contented way -that showed he was very glad to be at home again. But after a number of -excursions he learned to prefer living out-of-doors, and doubtless went -to the South in the autumn with the others of his kind."</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> -<img src="images/ill_007.jpg" width="800" height="542" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"THAT FAIRY HOPE, OH! SHE AWAKED SUCH HAPPY -DREAMS."—<span class="smcap">Drawn by Mrs. Jessie Shepherd</span>.</span> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_LAMENT_OF_A_LEFT-OVER_DOLL" id="THE_LAMENT_OF_A_LEFT-OVER_DOLL">THE LAMENT OF A LEFT-OVER DOLL.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY JOSEPHINE POLLARD.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I'm a left-over doll, and I grieve to relate</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">How sad is my fortune, how lonely my fate;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">For I had no notion that I should lie here,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Forlorn and neglected, at this time of year.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Oh, long before Christmas they dressed me up fine—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">No dollie had clothes any better than mine;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And I rather imagine I looked very nice,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">As many fine ladies inquired my price.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I was handled and dandled, and fondly caressed,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">My beauty admired, my value confessed,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And yet for some reason or other was I</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Put back in the show-case; the buyer went by.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">One dear little maiden came into the store;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">She saw me, and for me began to implore,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And said that there wasn't a doll in the place</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">With a handsomer dress or a lovelier face.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">She stared at me long, so of course I stared back,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And saw that her eyes were a beautiful black;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And I wanted to speak, but I couldn't, because</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I hadn't been made with a hinge in my jaws.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">I dreamed about Christmas, and how I should be</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Stuck into a stocking or up on a tree,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Then carried about in my mistress's arms</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">That all might admire my wonderful charms.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">But Santa Claus came, and he went on his way,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And took with him many a doll, I dare say;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">But as I've a chance to look round me, I find</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">That dozens and dozens have been left behind.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">If you were a left-over dollie yourself,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">You'd know how I feel lying here on the shelf</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">So long after Christmas; and wouldn't expect</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Me to smile at old Santa Claus' cruel neglect.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">They've marked down my price; and I very much fear</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">That those who buy cheaply will hold me less dear,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">And the army of curious shoppers I shun</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Since I had no part in the holiday fun.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<h2><a name="FELIX" id="FELIX">FELIX.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY MRS. W. J. HAYS.</h3> - -<p>It is early morning in a cathedral town of Germany, and a boy is -muffling his head in the bedclothes, trying to keep out the sound of -bells and the sight of the bright sun-beams. His comrade, however, is -doing all he can to arouse him.</p> - -<p>"Go away, I say," is all the reply to these well-meant efforts. "What's -the use of getting up to be knocked about and scolded? When mother was -here, one was sure of a cup of hot milk and a kind word. I'm going to -sleep again. Do hush! There, take that!" and he gave his friend a cuff -on the ear.</p> - -<p>The friend howled, which sent a pang through the boy's heart. He -stretched out his hand with a gesture prompted by remorse.</p> - -<p>"Come here, come here. I've given you just what I don't like for myself, -poor fellow. I beg your pardon."</p> - -<p>His face was well washed after that by a dog's warm tongue, which had -also the effect of waking the boy very thoroughly. The conversation too -went on.</p> - -<p>"Turk, old dog, you're the best friend I have in the world, and if you -didn't wake me up every day, I'd never be in school. Since mother's -death, father is so cross and still and dull! he does nothing but work, -work, work. But my rose-tree must be planted to-day, and if I don't do -it now, I don't know when I will have the chance."</p> - -<p>So saying, he dressed rapidly, tossed open his lattice, and took a small -plant from the window-sill, ran down the outside flight of steps leading -from the door of his father's shop, paused a moment to snatch up a roll -and his bag of books, and then with his dog hurried down the village -street.</p> - -<p>He was soon past the houses and shops, and nearing the vast towers of -the great church, which was but partly finished; and as he looked up at -the points and pinnacles of heaven-aspiring height a thought which had -long been in his mind burst into bloom.</p> - -<p>It was a simple thought, but a religious one, and it so absorbed him -that for a while he forgot his errand, and stood gazing up into the pure -sky, blue as forget-me-nots. He was startled, however, by the village -bells and clocks, and a hurrying group of workmen approaching, so he -quickly sought out a lonely grave, took his plant from its pot, and -digging a little hole, set the rose-bush in it.</p> - -<p>Quick as he was, he was yet too late for school, and received frowning -disapprobation from the master as he took his seat.</p> - -<p>Unfortunately Felix was often late, often too his lessons were -unprepared. But he was so ready to make amends, and was so quick in -learning, that he could get on better than the duller pupils who labored -more systematically.</p> - -<p>But to-day everything went wrong; his head was full of fancies, and with -his ready pencil he was sketching when he should have been studying, -scrawling scrolls and rose-windows over his Latin, and sending flocks of -pigeons up and down the margin of oceans and continents. He stumbled at -his lessons, he bothered those who knew them, and perplexed those who -did not, until the master's patience was exhausted, and he gave him a -sound thrashing.</p> - -<p>After that there was silence, sullenness, and an appearance of work, but -a sudden roar of laughter from the boys made the master look up. Felix -was bending over his book as if he were the only one undisturbed. The -master was not, however, easily deceived.</p> - -<p>"Come here, Felix."</p> - -<p>"Yes, sir;" and the lad slowly obeyed.</p> - -<p>"Give me that book."</p> - -<p>"I'd rather not, sir."</p> - -<p>"Give it to me."</p> - -<p>Now Felix had a real liking for his master, and was usually sorry for -offending him; but the whipping had not been beneficial, although his -conscience told him that it was deserved. He presented the book. On its -fly-leaf was a drawing of the master—a very clever caricature—as Cupid -drawing his bow at a group of girls, who, with much disdain and -derision, were pelting him with sticks and stones.</p> - -<p>The master's face flushed at the disrespect; but he quietly laid the -book aside, and proceeded with his duties, Felix remaining standing.</p> - -<p>The recitations went on, the hum of study, the drawl of the lazy ones, -and the quick, eager replies of the ambitious. Felix was forgotten.</p> - -<p>The boy began to think he had made a mistake. What had he gained by -misconduct? Where were the thoughts of the morning under the cathedral -windows? How was he fitting himself to work on the beautiful structure -which was to be the medium of praise and prayer for multitudes, in the -long ages to come? And yet he knew this had been his mother's hope and -wish. Was he making good use of the talents God had given him?</p> - -<p>He was looking out the window now, watching the lights and shadows on -the carved stone of buttress and gable.</p> - -<p>The boys were dismissed. He sat down to the extra tasks assigned him. He -was hungry, he was miserable, but he plodded on, and finished his work. -The master bade him go, and he went, but not home.</p> - -<p>He lingered about the cathedral, watching the workmen. Finally he became -fascinated by their employment; and taking up their tools, worked out a -leaf pattern on a bit of refuse stone. The men left him there. Tired and -faint, he sought his mother's resting-place. The rose was drooping for -want of water.</p> - -<p>"Come, it is time you were home," said a familiar voice.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p> - -<p>Felix looked up astonished. It was the master.</p> - -<p>"You must go with me to your father. I wish to speak to him."</p> - -<p>Felix obeyed. The climax had come. His father was stern and hard, and -the master, of course, would have a sorry tale to tell.</p> - -<p>Fortunately the village people had gone in to their evening meal, and he -would be spared the disgrace of being seen conducted like a culprit to -his father. He did not speak a word, nor did the master, but shame and -remorse were written on every feature. He felt as if he were a criminal -about to receive sentence—a sentence, too, which was deserved, and -which justice demanded.</p> - -<p>"Well, what now, Herr Professor, is the matter?" asked the father, -grimly surveying his son.</p> - -<p>"Felix is in trouble again, Mr. Zimmerman."</p> - -<p>"Hah! idle as usual—good for nothing—won't study?"</p> - -<p>"Yes, a little of all, I am sorry to say. But I have a remedy to -propose."</p> - -<p>"A thrashing, of course."</p> - -<p>"No, once a day is enough. We've tried that; it did not answer in this -case as well as it does sometimes. May I have the pleasure of Master -Felix's company to supper?"</p> - -<p>"What, sir, you want the boy to be rewarded for bad behavior?"</p> - -<p>"Not at all—not at all. Run away, Felix; get your face washed and your -jacket on, and you shall be my guest for this evening."</p> - -<p>Felix was almost too much surprised to be able to move, but without -daring to question his father, he did as the master told him. While he -was gone, a conversation went on between Mr. Zimmerman and the teacher.</p> - -<p>It is not necessary to repeat it; but Felix saw a different expression -on his father's face when, neatly dressed, he came down the steps and -followed the master home.</p> - -<p>He was fearfully hungry, and yet almost ashamed to take the good broth -and bread which were set before him in the master's quaint and quiet -little parlor; they somehow choked him; and as he looked about at the -book-covered shelves and old engravings, the detestable caricature he -had drawn in the morning danced before his eyes.</p> - -<p>At last he could stand it no longer. The teacher seemed to have -disappeared, and only this kind, genial host sat opposite him, heaping -up his plate and bowl.</p> - -<p>"Herr Professor," he stammered, "I beg your pardon—indeed I do."</p> - -<p>"I am very glad to hear that, my boy; but don't think any more about it -just now," was the response, and filling his pipe, wreaths of smoke -began to play about the old man's head.</p> - -<p>"It is a great pity that a lad of your talent should waste any time, -Felix, and if you are willing, I think your father will let me give you -drawing lessons."</p> - -<p>Felix could hardly believe his ears.</p> - -<p>"To be sure, you will have to apply yourself more diligently, be prompt -and industrious, or all the lessons in the world won't make a man of -you."</p> - -<p>"I'll try," said Felix, though a mist was in his eyes.</p> - -<p>"That's right," said the Professor, and then he opened some great -volumes full of pictures, and the boy gazed in delighted wonder at a -world more beautiful than his dreams. Not an allusion did the Professor -make again to anything that had happened during the day.</p> - -<p>When evening was over, and he courteously bade him good-night, Felix was -dazed, and went home with light steps to his little bed.</p> - -<p>As soon as Turk woke him next morning he sprang up with alacrity, and -would have been off with the dawn to water his rose-bush, but his father -detained him.</p> - -<p>"Felix," said he, somewhat sternly, "the master says there's good stuff -in you if you'll use it. Come here and eat your breakfast before you go, -and let me hear what you have to say for yourself."</p> - -<p>"I'll try," was the sum and substance of Felix's talk over his brown -bread and milk.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Ten years after this there was a great celebration in the town, for the -cathedral was finished. Cannon thundered, bells pealed, and a grand "Te -Deum" was chanted to the rolling rhythm of the magnificent organ.</p> - -<p>A group of visitors standing near a certain pillar of great beauty were -applauding it, while they complimented a young architect and sculptor, -whose work it was. His head was modestly bent as he received the -commendation, but in a moment he raised it, and turning to a very old -man in a professor's gown, whose hair was white with the snows of many -winters, he took him by the hand and presented him to the visitors.</p> - -<p>"Gentlemen, this is the person you must thank for the pillar. Whatever -beauty it possesses, whatever expression it is of truth and religion, is -due to my master, whose kindness rescued me from idleness, whose skill -directed my youthful efforts."</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="SLUMBER_SONG" id="SLUMBER_SONG">SLUMBER SONG.</a></h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Sleep, little daughter!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Ay, chill is the weather,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">But we in our cottage</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Are cheerful together.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Father is sailing</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Across the wild water;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Father in heaven</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Smiles down on my daughter!</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Sleep, little daughter!</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">The wind is abating;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Father is sailing,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">And mother is waiting.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Soon he will come,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">In the soft sunny weather;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Father in heaven</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 20em;">Will bring us together.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2><a name="A_STEAM_CHAIR" id="A_STEAM_CHAIR">A STEAM CHAIR.</a></h2> - -<h3>BY JIMMY BROWN.</h3> - -<p>I don't like Mr. Travers as much as I did. Of course I know he's a very -nice man, and he's going to be my brother when he marries Sue, and he -used to bring me candy sometimes, but he isn't what he used to be.</p> - -<p>One time—that was last summer—he was always dreadfully anxious to hear -from the Post-office, and whenever he came to see Sue, and he and she -and I would be sitting on the front piazza, he would say, "Jimmy, I -think there must be a letter for me; I'll give you ten cents if you'll -go down to the Post-office"; and then Sue would say, "Don't run, Jimmy; -you'll get heart-disease if you do"; and I'd walk 'way down to the -Post-office, which is pretty near half a mile from our house. But now he -doesn't seem to care anything about his letters; and he and Sue sit in -the back parlor, and mother says I mustn't go in and disturb them; and I -don't get any more ten cents.</p> - -<p>I've learned that it won't do to fix your affections on human beings, -for even the best of men won't keep on giving you ten cents forever. And -it wasn't fair for Mr. Travers to get angry with me the other night, -when it was all an accident—at least 'most all of it; and I don't think -it's manly for a man to stand by and see a sister shake a fellow that -isn't half her size, and especially when he never supposed that anything -was going to happen to her even if it did break.</p> - -<p>When Aunt Eliza came to our house the last time, she brought a steam -chair; that's what she called it, though there wasn't any steam about -it. She brought it from Europe with her, and it was the queerest sort of -chair, that would all fold up, and had a kind of footstool to it, so -that you put your legs out and just lie down in it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> Well, one day it -got broken. The back of the seat fell down, and shut Aunt Eliza up in -the chair so she couldn't get out, and didn't she just howl till -somebody came and helped her! She was so angry that she said she never -wanted to see that chair again, "And you may have it if you want it -Jimmy for you are a good boy sometimes when you want to be."</p> - -<p>So I took the chair and mended it. The folks laughed at me, and said I -couldn't mend it to save my life; but I got some nails and some -mucilage, and mended it elegantly. Then mother let me get some varnish, -and I varnished the chair, and when it was done it looked so nice that -Sue said we'd keep it in the back parlor. Now I'm never allowed to sit -in the back parlor, so what good would my chair do me? But Sue said, -"Stuff and nonsense that boy's indulged now till he can't rest." So they -put my chair in the back parlor, just as if I'd been mending it on -purpose for Mr. Travers. I didn't say anything more about it; but after -it was in the back parlor I took out one or two screws that I thought -were not needed to hold it together, and used them for a boat that I was -making.</p> - -<p>That night Mr. Travers came as usual, and after he had talked to mother -awhile about the weather, and he and father had agreed that it was a -shame that other folks hadn't given more money to the Michigan -sufferers, and that they weren't quite sure that the sufferers were a -worthy object, and that a good deal of harm was done by giving away -money to all sorts of people, Sue said:</p> - -<p>"Perhaps we had better go into the back parlor; it is cooler there, and -we won't disturb father, who wants to think about something."</p> - -<p>So she and Mr. Travers went into the back parlor, and shut the door, and -talked very loud at first about a whole lot of things, and then quieted -down, as they always did.</p> - -<div class="figright" style="width: 377px;"> -<img src="images/ill_008.jpg" width="377" height="500" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">"IT HAD SHUT UP LIKE A JACKKNIFE."</span> -</div> - -<p>I was in the front parlor, reading <i>Robinson Crusoe</i>, and wishing I -could go and do likewise—like Crusoe, I mean; for I wouldn't go and sit -quietly in a back parlor with a girl, like Mr. Travers, not if you were -to pay me for it. I can't see what some fellows see in Sue. I'm sure if -Mr. Martin or Mr. Travers had her pull their hair once the way she pulls -mine sometimes, they wouldn't trust themselves alone with her very soon.</p> - -<p>All at once we heard a dreadful crash in the back parlor, and Mr. -Travers said Good something very loud, and Sue shrieked as if she had a -needle run into her. Father and mother and I and the cook and the -chambermaid all rushed to see what was the matter.</p> - -<p>The chair that I had mended, and that Sue had taken away from me, had -broken down while Mr. Travers was sitting in it, and it had shut up like -a jackknife, and caught him so he couldn't get out. It had caught Sue -too, who must have run to help him, or she never would have been in that -fix, with Mr. Travers holding her by the wrist, and her arm wedged in so -she couldn't pull it away.</p> - -<p>Father managed to get them loose, and then Sue caught me and shook me -till I could hear my teeth rattle, and then she ran up stairs and locked -herself up; and Mr. Travers never offered to help me, but only said, -"I'll settle with you some day, young man," and then he went home. But -father sat down on the sofa and laughed, and said to mother:</p> - -<p>"I guess Sue would have done better if she'd have let the boy keep his -chair."</p> - -<p>I'm very sorry, of course, that an accident happened to the chair, but -I've got it up in my room now, and I've mended it again, and it's the -best chair you ever sat in.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 309px;"><a name="TOO_MANY_COOKS_SPOIL_THE_BROTH" id="TOO_MANY_COOKS_SPOIL_THE_BROTH"></a> -<img src="images/ill_009.jpg" width="309" height="400" alt="" /> -</div> - -<h2>"TOO MANY COOKS SPOIL THE BROTH."</h2> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">See our Harry, Rosie, Lil—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Restless darlings, never still;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">In and out all day they run,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Little people, full of fun—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Rosie, Lil, and Harry.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Here's a lovely pan!" they cry;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Mary, maid, has set it by.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Let us all, while no one looks,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Play at being real cooks—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Lillie, Rosie, Harry.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Tie on aprons, big and brown;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Careful, lift the old pot down;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Now we'll nicely fill it up;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Stir it, girls, and take a sup—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Harry, Lil, and Rosie.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Not quite nice—pour pepper hot,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Oil, and treacle in the pot;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Salt and coffee; apples too—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Pop this one into the stew"—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Rosie, Lil, and Harry.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">In goes all, from peas to paint—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Well may Mary all but faint.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Well may she declare, quite wroth,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">"Many cooks do spoil the broth"—</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 19em;">Harry, Rosie, Lillie.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 800px;"> -<img src="images/ill_010.jpg" width="800" height="600" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">To see a young woman upon a white horse;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 17em;">She will have music wherever she goes.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX" id="OUR_POST_OFFICE_BOX"></a> -<img src="images/ill_011.jpg" width="600" height="262" alt="OUR POST-OFFICE BOX" /> -</div> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Troy, Kansas</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am eight years of age. I can write, but not plain enough for -"tired eyes." I can set up type, and print in a small -printing-press, so I will print this letter. I have no pets, as we -stay in one place but a short time. I had a pretty kitty when we -were at home. One day mamma put some paper shoes on her feet, and -it was too funny to see how she acted. She shook one foot and then -another, until she got them off.</p> - -<p>I have a sister named Bessie, nearly four years old, and every day -we take a long walk.</p> - -<p>I go to school now, and read in the Fourth Reader, and study -arithmetic, spelling, geography, and writing.</p> - -<p>I have taken <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> for over a year. I like -everything in it, but Jimmy Brown's are the funniest stories.</p> - -<p>I see a great many interesting things, going from place to place, -but my letter is already too long, so I will close.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;">J. B.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The little Glastenbury girl who does not like cats has stirred up quite -a number of defenders for the household pet. We would like her to write -again, and let us know whether she has been converted by the friends of -puss.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Glenwood, Iowa</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I want to say a word to the girl who don't like cats. I have two -beauties—Skip, who is so black that mother calls him Prince of -Goree, and Bronk, a lovely blue Maltese. They have so many cute -little ways, and afford so much pleasure to us all, that I know -that little girl who "hated cats" would like these Western kitties.</p> - -<p>Now let me tell how much I like the little paper. I have read every -number that has been published so far. Even father listened to -"Toby Tyler," and wondered why Mr. Otis had to kill Mr. Stubbs, -though he said he supposed Uncle Daniel would not know what to do -with a monkey, and it was lucky he was killed. Jimmy Brown affords -us great amusement. I wonder who the real Jimmy is! <span class="smcap">Young People</span> -reaches us on Saturday, and that is a happy day for</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Caddie King</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Molokai, Hawaiian Islands</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little boy ten years old, and have been a subscriber to -<span class="smcap">Young People</span> since the tenth number. I like the paper very much, -and intend to take it always, as it is so interesting, especially -the Post-office Box, where I read all the little folks' letters, -and feel as if I were acquainted with them. The weather here is -very pleasant, and there are lots of pheasants, quails, and many -other kinds of birds here. I wish I were near New York, so that I -could go and see the editor, or send some money for Young People's -Cot. My father is a white man, and my mother Hawaiian. I have been -to school three years. Good-by.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Henry P</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I have written to the Post-office Box a great many times, and have -not yet seen one of my letters in print; but I do not think, like a -great many others, that they have gone to the dreadful -waste-basket. I have sent Wiggles too, but none have been -published. At first I thought it was because I was not a -subscriber, but pa has been taking <span class="smcap">Young People</span> from a news' agent -for a year and a half.</p> - -<p>I am taking music lessons. I take <span class="smcap">Young People</span> to school, and my -teacher uses it in preference to a Reader. I have got two -subscribers for you. I do not know whether they have subscribed yet -or not. One boy's mother bought a number of papers from different -publishers to make a selection, and chose <span class="smcap">Young People</span>.</p> - -<p>At our school there is to be a prize given, at the completion of -the book, for the best drawing. Professor S., the gentleman who -prepares our book in New York, visited all the schools in -Pittsburgh for the purpose of examining the drawing-books. He -visited our school last, and concluded that our drawing was the -best and finest he had seen in any of the schools in Pittsburgh. I -tried the leaf photograph, and succeeded.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Frank B. H</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Wortendyke, New Jersey</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I think your paper is lovely. My aunt in Jersey City takes it for -my sister as a birthday present. I have read so many interesting -letters about pets that I thought I would write one about ours. We -have a large Newfoundland dog, named Bingo, and every time I go out -he runs and jumps on me. We have lots of fun with him, he is so -gentle. Our cow, named Betsey, is real gentle, and when I go to the -bars and call her, she comes running and jumping to me like a -little kitten, and she plays with us real cunning. We raised her -from a little calf. Her mother was killed on the railroad; her name -was Daisy. We have two <i>cherry</i>-colored cats, Toby—not named after -Toby Tyler—and Charlie. Every cold morning Toby climbs up on the -grape arbor, and jumps from that to the front piazza, to my window, -where he taps until I let him in, and when he gets in he cuddles -down in bed and goes to sleep. These are all the pets we have. My -brother had some pet rabbits, but he sold some, and the rest he let -run around, and they got killed or lost. Our little baby sister is -two months old. There are seven of us in our family, and all girls -but one.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Ina J. P</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>My home is in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island. In winter it is -very cold here, and sometimes it is so cold that the thermometer is -20° below zero. I have a nice pony from Sable Island, near Nova -Scotia. I have some postage stamps and postmarks which I would like -to exchange with the readers of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>. My age is -thirteen years and six months.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">C. L. Hammond</span>, P. O. Box 314.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Woodside (Near Lincolnton), North Carolina</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">My dear young Friends</span>,—You are all very often in my thoughts, and -sometimes when any of those funny little mistakes are made in -Sunday-school, I wish you could enjoy the fun. We are trying, as we -can, to take the children into the Natural History Society. My -sister and I thought, as they wanted so much to belong to it, that -they could begin by making a collection of Indian curiosities. We -told them that all who wished to belong to the Natural History Club -might bring arrow-heads or any pretty stems with them when they -came to sing on Saturday. They all came. One family of five little -ones were very nervous, with their hands full of arrow-heads, but -whimpered out that they wanted to sing, but didn't want Miss Ida to -put them in a tub. I wish you could have seen their relief when -they found they were not to have a bath. Then the carols began.</p> - -<p>They all learn the tunes quickly, but Ellen Pete will sing, at the -top of her voice, "Carol, <i>buzzards</i>, carol," instead of -"brothers," as the words really are.</p> - -<p>Since my last, I must acknowledge gifts from Mrs. N. B. Blunt, -Lexington Avenue, N. Y.; Miss Lulu Mears, Danby, Vt.; Master Robert -Cranson, St. Johns, Mich.; Miss Julia Slack, Bristol, Penn.</p> - -<p>For these, and all your gifts, accept my sincere gratitude. Your -friend,</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Richardson</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">St. Johns, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>In No. 110 the Postmistress asks if any one has seen dandelions -later than November 20. I send you a pressed dandelion picked by -the road-side on December 10. They have been in bloom all the fall -in the yard of our court-house, but they have now gone to seed. -This is the more remarkable, as we have had quite deep snow and -some very cold, blustery weather, though the ground is bare now, -and the weather quite mild for this time of year.</p> - -<p>My large shepherd dog is very fond of sugar and candy, and mamma -once had a little dog that would eat almost anything, if a little -molasses were poured on it. He would wag his tail and lick his -chops when she took the plate to pour the syrup on.</p> - -<p>I wish we could have some more of Ben Buttles's adventures. I think -they were very surprising.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Robert E. C</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">New York City</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>It was my good fortune to spend a part of last summer at Newport. -The house where I lived was just on the banks of Almy's Pond—a -charming place, surrounded with lawns and flowers of all kinds. -What pleasure it was to me to obtain the key of the boat! I would -run to the landing, unfasten the boat, take my oars, and push off. -I acquired great skill in rowing, and it made my arms strong. Once, -in the middle of the pond, I tried to catch those big lazy -gold-fish; but though lazy-looking, they were more clever than I, -for they invariably avoided the net.</p> - -<p>It was not so, however, with the turtles; of a more inquisitive -mind, when they heard some noise they looked out of the water to -see what all that noise was about, and their curiosity caused their -capture, for I very seldom missed them. The result was that I had -quite a respectable drove of them; but the day before my return to -the city I gave them their freedom, with the exception of two -beauties which I brought home with me.</p> - -<p>If you wish to have the pleasures of society and of country life -combined, go to spend the summer at Newport. There you will find -fun.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Georgey C. B</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Waltham, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I want to tell you a droll cat story. Six weeks ago a family near -us bought a place two miles out of the village, and moved there. -Their pet cat, three years old, was placed in a basket, covered up, -and carried to her new home, her owners hoping she would be -delighted to walk in the woods and catch the squirrels. But when -she jumped out of the basket she ran away; she liked the village -company better. She wandered three weeks, hunting for her old home, -where at last she arrived, half starved. We called her in and fed -her, and she seemed very happy. We sent a postal to the family, and -May came over, delighted to know puss was alive. She tied her in -the basket again, and took her home. She seemed more contented, and -they thought this time she would stay; but in three days back she -came again. We sent word to them she was here, and they came for -her; and in all four times she was carried home. The last time Mr. -T. told her plainly that this would be the last time he should come -for her. Now what do you think? she is round here again, and no one -can catch her.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Frankie L. W</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Rome, Ohio</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I want to tell you about my pet lamb. One day papa brought in a -lamb which could not stand alone. He gave it to me. We kept it in -the house until it could stand alone, and I named it Kate. I fed -her, and she would follow me all around. I kept her in the orchard, -and when I went to feed her, I would say, "Katie, Katie," and she -would run to me and drink her milk. When I stopped feeding her, her -wool was five inches long, and now it is nine and one-quarter -inches long.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Mary B. R</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Alexandria, Louisiana</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I have a nice doll house and five dolls. Josephine is the mamma. -She has three children—Hattie, Fannie, and Clarence. I love my -dolls very much.</p> - -<p>I live on a sugar plantation, and love to go to the sugar-mill. -There are two little squirrels that stay about the yard. They have -a nest in the back yard, and are right tame. I watch them playing, -and think they are very pretty.</p> - -<p>We have two little kittens, John and Ambrose. They are the sweetest -little kittens that I ever saw. They are named after two young -gentlemen friends of the family. They play and sleep all day, and -are very lazy. Their old mother went away and left them. They used -to have fits quite often, but whenever they had them I would pour -cold water over them, and now they are perfectly cured.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Ella B</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Fort Gratiot, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am nine years old. I have a little brother four years old. His -name is Weymouth. I love him very much. He always wants to play -church, and be the minister. When I had company, and we danced -"Sally Waters," Weymouth said he would not dance, for ministers did -not dance. This summer mamma took Weymouth and me to Aylmer, -Canada. We had a nice time, and I saw "Don W." and his sister there -at the picnic he spoke of in his letter to the Post-office Box.</p> - -<p>We have a bird, and I have several dolls, and one pretty paper doll -mamma made for me.</p> - -<p>I think I am the only one in this place who takes the <span class="smcap">Young People</span>, -and I am going to try and get more to take it. I like it so very -much. My auntie in Montana sent it this year to me.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Lizzie M. K</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Birdsborough, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little girl six years old. I go to school, and like my -teacher. Her name is Miss N. D. I like to hear my papa read the -letters in <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> to me. I have a sister Olivia, who -is ten years old. She gets <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> every Saturday, -and likes the stories very well. I have a pet cat named Flora, and -a rooster named Dick. He is very tame, and comes running to me when -I call him.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Hattie H</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Brooklyn, New York</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>We have three little kittens just three weeks old, and they are -real sweet. My aunt Helen wanted to take them up stairs, but as -soon as she took hold of them the old mother cried, and would not -have them out of her sight a moment. When the mother wants to go in -the yard, she comes away up stairs to the third story and cries, -and then when some of us come down, she goes and stands by the door -until we open it. I have a sister Etha, and a brother Josie, and we -all enjoy <span class="smcap">Young People</span> very much. I can not think which of the -stories I like the best, because I like them all so well.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Lottie L. S</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Havana, Cuba</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>Perhaps some of your young people will like to hear about a parrot -that we used to have. He was a very funny fellow. He repeated -almost everything that he heard. When mamma asked for the servants -in the morning, he would commence to call them: "Lola! Dolores! -German! it is time to get up; the mistress is calling you!" When he -was angry he would begin to cry, "I am angry! I am angry!" When the -servants did not give him dinner, he would cry, "I am hungry! I am -hungry!—the servants have not given me my dinner." He knew how to -laugh. Sometimes he scolded the servants, and afterward he would -laugh—"Ha! ha! ha!" When we were breakfasting he used to come to -the table for us to give him his breakfast, and he would eat from -our hands. Sometimes he would sit on papa's shoulder. His plumage -was red, green, and blue. He was very pretty.</p> - -<p>Have you ever seen a crane? The other day<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> a gentleman presented -one to papa. He has a long neck and long legs, and is very pretty. -He eats from our hands, and is very tame. He eats all the flies and -roaches he can find. The other day a dog bit a little friend of -ours. As it was a strange dog, that came from the street into the -yard where the child was playing, it is not known whether the dog -was mad or not. But the doctor said he must treat the wound as if -he knew the dog was mad; so he had to burn the place to prevent the -boy from having hydrophobia.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Concepcion</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Polk Township, Illinois</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little boy six years old. I live on a farm. I have two dogs, -and my grandpa named one of them Peter. I have a brother four years -old, and a darling sister, too. Papa calls sister "Black-eyes," but -her name is Clara. She can say two lines of "Three Little Kittens," -and says "please" and "thank you" as well as anybody. My brother -and I saved our money until we had enough to buy "The Franconia -Stories" and "Little Learner Series," but we like our <span class="smcap">Young People</span> -better than any books we have.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Paul C</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">New York City</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I will be twelve years old in a few days. I notice, in looking over -my first volume of <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>, that most of the boys and -girls who write to you are under that age. When I read some of -their letters, I only wish I was favored as they are, and could -have chickens and rabbits, and live in the country. But I am a city -boy, and go to the public school, and have lots of books, and enjoy -myself in reading, and playing with my two little sisters, who are, -I think, the most cunning little girls I know.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">John M. H</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Hobart, New York</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I like your paper very much, and receive it with great pleasure -every week. I am not going to school at present, but expect to very -soon. We have six cats, and none of them are cunning. I am nine -years old, and live on a farm. We send our milk to New York. This -is one of the sections of New York State in which maple sugar is -made, and it is very interesting to watch the process. We have had -no snow as yet, but usually at this time of the year have about two -feet—more or less.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Myra G. W</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Lima, Peru</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>As the editor hopes that some girl will write in the defense of -poor puss, I beg to say that I have two splendid cats. The largest -is a fine Maltese, looks very much like an old woman, and is -exceedingly fat. He is named Mr. Mason. Besides having the good -quality of being an excellent mouser, he is very religious, and -often spends the nights in the Cathedral, which is just in front of -our house. Early in the morning he comes back, howling for -something to eat. The other cat is named Mr. Stubbs, and is -decidedly the favorite. He is rather thin, and has a face like a -mouse, but is the most affectionate animal alive; and when mother -opens the door in the morning, he stands quite still, and says, -"Mew! mew!" as if to say good-morning; he then walks in, and pays -us each a visit in bed. He never scratches, and I am almost sure -that if Augusta C. knew him, she would think differently about -cats.</p> - -<p>I have one sister and two brothers. We were all born in Mexico, -but, my parents being Americans, we are all, of course, American -citizens. During the last eight years we have been living in Lima, -Peru, and so Mr. Harper will not think it strange that this letter -takes a little longer to go to him than some others. We have taken -<span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> since it has been published, and always -praise and recommend it to everybody. It is just splendid.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Carlota L</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Boston, Massachusetts</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a little boy nearly ten years old, and live in Boston. My -brother Theo (who is seven) and I have taken <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span> -ever since we first heard of it, and we like it very much, and so -do all the boys and girls in our neighborhood.</p> - -<p>My father says that I may write a letter, which perhaps you will -publish, because the little boys and girls who live in other parts -of the country may like to hear about things at the sea-shore.</p> - -<p>Last summer we lived at a place twenty miles from Boston, in the -town of Cohasset, and it was the nicest place we ever had for -summer, because it was always cool and pleasant in fine weather. It -was near Minot's Ledge Light-House, and quite near the great blue -ocean. We could always hear the sound of the waves on the beach, -and could see the steamboats and vessels going up and down the -coast. Sometimes in stormy and foggy weather the vessels would be -in danger of going on the rocks; then the fog-horn would sound very -loud to warn them off the shore.</p> - -<p>We used to go in bathing nearly every pleasant day. My sister, who -is twelve, could swim out in very deep water, but I thought it much -nicer fun to dig sand on the beach, or run about the rocks on -shore.</p> - -<p>Sometimes the children from other houses would come and play with -us under the trees or in the stable, where we kept our horse and -our hens, and sometimes we used to take long walks to the village -or through the fields.</p> - -<p>In September, when the days grew shorter, mamma and auntie wanted -to go back to Boston, because the evenings were lonesome, and most -of the people were going to their homes. But I want to go to -Cohasset again next summer, and I should like to see some of the -boys and girls there who read this paper, and I guess they can find -me by inquiring at the post-office for</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Harry A. P</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Some of our youthful puzzlers omit to send the answers with their -puzzles. No puzzle can be admitted unless the solution is sent in the -envelope with the puzzle. Some boys and girls send correct answers to -puzzles, but forget to sign their names, and in consequence we can not -give them credit, as we would like to, for their careful work.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Nellie Anderson, Lancaster, Ohio, found violets in bloom in December.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Ada Allen, Bolivar, Missouri, has sent us her teacher's certificate that -she has recited perfectly the list of the Kings and Queens of England.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Lester Tallmadge, of Leaville, Colorado, would like to receive the full -address of H. R. S., who lately sent him a package of interesting -curiosities, in order that he may make a suitable return.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h4>C. Y. P. R. U.</h4> - -<p><span class="smcap">Alice</span>.—I can not decide for you the question which is the most useful -of all the trees in the world. I will leave it open for the C. Y. P. R. U., -and members may send me their opinions. The tree which is applied to -the most various and multiplied uses is probably the palm. There are a -number of species of palm, differing in some minor peculiarities, but -all graceful, elegant, and beautiful. The Palmyra palm (<i>Borassus -flabelliformis</i>) is, on account of its great usefulness, called the -prince of trees. Until this tree reaches its twentieth year it has -little grace or beauty. A recent writer says: "It is covered from the -root upward with the remains of old leaves which have been cut off some -distance from the trunk, leaving ugly and dangerous projections. These -leaf-stalks when green are soft and easily cut, but after they become -dry they are almost as hard as horn. A person running against such a -tree by night, or accidentally, is sure to retire wounded. After the -tree becomes older, all these remains of former leaves disappear, and -the straight trunk emerges smooth and clean, as if it had been -artificially trimmed and polished. It rises to the height of from sixty -to ninety feet, and is considered in its youth during its first hundred -years. The timber is almost worthless until the tree is sixty years -old."</p> - -<p>A Hindoo poem is said to enumerate eight hundred and one uses to which -the palm is applied. The leaves are used for fuel, for thatch, for mats, -for baskets, for cords, for fans, for umbrellas, for pouches, books, -etc. The sap is drawn from the tree twice daily during seven months of -the year, and makes, when unfermented, a pleasant drink; when fermented, -an intoxicating wine. It is boiled into a coarse sugar, which is used -both as food and medicine, and as a cement in mortar. The fruit is -considered a delicacy. There is an Indian proverb about the palm which -says, "If you plant it, it will grow a thousand years; and if you cut -it, it will last a thousand years."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The Postmistress acknowledges with thanks the kindness of her young -friends who have sent her pretty cards and other favors of the season.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">St. Clair, Michigan</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Postmistress</span>,—Will you please try to think of something -pleasant for five girls to do. We are trying to get up a club by -ourselves. We want to meet in the afternoon, and sometimes in the -evening. We would like to have you tell us some name for it, and -what kind of badges and what color would be nice. I take <span class="smcap">Harper's -Young People</span>, and like it very much.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Worthy E. McE</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>How would you like "We Girls?" I think that would be a pretty name for -such a club as yours. As for badges, there is nothing more appropriate -than a geranium leaf or two, to be worn when you meet, or you might -assume rosettes of pink ribbon, or, prettier still, always wear a white -apron when you assemble. I think it would be very charming for you to -have some beautiful needle-work on hand, and while one should read -aloud, let the others sew. If there are poor little girls in your town -who do not know how to sew, or whose mothers are too busy to make -comfortable clothing for them, your club, with <i>your</i> mothers' -permission, might make garments for them. A cooking club is very popular -among girls of your age, and, upon the whole, would perhaps give you -more enjoyment, and result in more real benefit to you in making you -efficient little house-keepers, than anything else the Postmistress -could propose. If you try the latter work, you will need the assistance -of some older friend until you are fairly organized. Please write, and -tell me what you finally resolve upon.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>I am a regular subscriber to your nice paper, and read it with -great interest. I would like to tell you about a dog that I know of -that was much attached to his master, who is a boat-builder. The -other day, while at work placing beams in position in a new boat, -one of the poles became loose, and was about to fall on the man, -who was in the way. The dog saw his master's danger, and sprang on -him, knocking him out of the way. The man was slightly hurt, but -the poor dog was killed. He saved his master's life, but lost his -own. Please give this to the Postmistress to publish.</p></blockquote> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Kitty B. H</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<p>I am very glad to publish this letter in memory of the faithful dog who -lost his life to save his master's.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>There is one thing certain about our paper this week. The C. Y. P. R. U., -on the look-out for relations of solemn fact, would never be able to -tell which articles were intended for its special entertainment if the -Postmistress did not point them out. "The Loss of the <i>Royal George</i>" is -one, but who that did not know it to be an actual occurrence, and one of -the most terrible and heart-rending in English history, would not think -the story one of the wildest fancies of some writer's brain? Then who -would believe that some birds could be so cruel and heartless as to feed -upon the flesh of their fellows, if Dr. W. O. Ayres, of Yale College, -did not tell us so in "My Family of Orioles"? Unless the Postmistress is -very much mistaken, the articles in <span class="smcap">Young People</span> which will be most -widely read this week are those in which "truth is stranger than -fiction."</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>PUZZLES FROM YOUNG CONTRIBUTORS.</h3> - -<h3>No. 1.</h3> - -<h3>ENIGMA.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Formed half beneath and half above the earth,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">We sisters owe to art a second birth;</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The smiths' and carpenters' adopted daughters,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Made on the earth to travel o'er the waters.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Swifter we move as tighter we are bound,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Yet neither touch the water, air, nor ground.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">We serve the poor for use, the rich for whim,</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Sink when it rains, and when it freezes, swim.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Ella B</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 2.</h3> - -<h3>TWO EASY DIAMONDS.</h3> - -<p>1.—1. A letter. 2. A verb. 3. Large plants. 4. A creeping fish. 5. A -letter.</p> - -<p>2.—1. A letter. 2. A huge serpent. 3. Juvenile. 4. A conjunction. 5. A -letter.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Robtus</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 3.</h3> - -<h3>DOUBLE ACROSTIC.</h3> - -<p>1. To obey. 2. A surgical instrument. 3. Universal. 4. Part of a bird. -5. To breathe out. 6. A weight. 7. A pronoun. Primals—One of -Shakspeare's plays. Finals—The name of a famous author.</p> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;"><span class="smcap">Harmon W</span>.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 4.</h3> - -<h3>A LETTER PUZZLE.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">One I, one O, one R, four S's, and one C.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">Now place these letters in order, and form a word for me.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;">H. W.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h3>No. 5.</h3> - -<h3>NUMERICAL ENIGMA.</h3> - -<p> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">My whole is a familiar adage composed of 22 letters.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The 6, 4, 5, 16 is to try anything.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The 3, 18 does not mean yes.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The 11, 2, 20, 15, 16 is to lift.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The 13, 8, 10, 12 is to sting.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The 19, 22, 14 is used to wash with.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The 1, 2, 3, 4, 7 is very sweet.</span><br /> -<span style="margin-left: 15em;">The 9, 17, 1, 21, 4 is a fragrant substance.</span><br /> -<br /> -<span style="margin-left: 23em;">W. B. G.</span><br /> -</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Correct answers to puzzles have been received from "Lodestar," Nellie -Anderson, Ella Chirney, Ernest Payne, Walter E. Paulding, G. W. Taggart, -Edward Lee Haines, Sammy A. Jones, Reggie Reid, Arthur Bancroft, Elbert -E. Hurd, J. J. Bellman, Gerson G. Freund, Jacob Marks, Henry E. -Johnston, Jun., and Willie Volckhausen.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<h4>[<i>For Exchanges, see 2d and 3d pages of cover.</i>]</h4> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" style="width: 487px;"> -<img src="images/ill_012.jpg" width="487" height="700" alt="" /> -<span class="caption">SOME ANSWERS TO WIGGLE No. 23, OUR ARTIST'S IDEA, AND NEW WIGGLE, No. 24.</span> -</div> - -<p style="clear:both;"> </p> - -<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> Begun in No. 101, <span class="smcap">Harper's Young People</span>.</p></div></div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Harper's Young People, January 10, 1882, by Various - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE, JAN 10, 1882 *** - -***** This file should be named 52318-h.htm or 52318-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/3/1/52318/ - -Produced by Annie R. 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