THE NURSERY _A Monthly Magazine_ FOR YOUNGEST READERS. VOLUME XXIII. --No. 4. Contents IN PROSE. PAGE Tired Out 98 Emma and the Book 101 The Bear and Her Cubs 103 How Two Boys Were Made Happy 107 The Summer Shower 109 A Monkey Story 110 Drawing Lesson 113 What Bravo Told Rory 116 Playing the Chinaman 119 Pansy's Secret 120 Sagacity of the Deer 125 IN VERSE. PAGE The Herons 100 Billy Brown Sold 105 Time to Go to Bed 114 A Trotting Song 123 Grandma Asleep 127 The Lay of the Grasshopper (_with music_) 128 [Illustration: TIRED OUT. ] TIRED OUT. [Illustration: O]NE day Miss Lily Macnish heard the door-bell ring. Sheput down her spelling-book, and asked, "Who can that be, mamma?" Beforemamma could give an answer, Jane the housemaid entered, and handed her anote. "Why, this is not for me: it is for you, my dear, " said Mrs. Macnish, giving the note to Lily. "For me!" said Lily, while her cheeks flushed; for it was the first noteshe had ever received. "Please read it for me, mamma, " she said; for Lily could not readhandwriting quite as well as some little girls of her age that I couldtell of. "It is an invitation to a children's party at Mrs. Vane's, " said mamma. "Miss Lucy Vane asks the pleasure of Miss Lily's company on Thursdayevening, at seven o'clock. " "Oh, can I go? Can I go?" cried Lily, jumping up, and clapping herhands. "I do not quite approve of children's parties, especially when they takeplace in the evening, " said mamma. "But I know who will say 'Yes, ' and Isuppose I shall have to do as he says. " She was thinking of Lily's papa, who loved the little girl so much, thathe could not bear to say "No" to any request she might make. Well, mamma was right. Papa saw that his little girl was bent on goingto the party, and so he teased his wife into yielding her consent. So, when Thursday came, Lily was dressed up in her little white robe, with straw-colored ribbons, and her pretty slippers, and sent in acarriage, with Jane the housemaid, to the party. It was not quite such a party as I approve of. I do not like to seelittle girls and boys trying to act like grown-up people. I like to seethem act like children. Lily had the good taste to get tired of it all very soon. Little girlswould come along and stare at her slippers; but she did not feel muchpride in them. Little boys would come and bow, and ask her to dance; butshe had had enough. There was music and singing, and then ice-cream andcake were handed round; but Lily had promised to eat nothing, and shekept her promise. At half-past eight o'clock she saw Jane beckoning to her at the door;and very glad she was at the sight. Bidding Miss Vane "good-night, " shelet Jane put on her shawl, and lead her to the carriage. "Oh, I am sotired, so tired!" said poor Lily. Mamma received her at the door of her own house, and, taking her in herarms, bore her up stairs to the little girl's papa. "What! has she comeback so soon?" said he, throwing down his newspaper, and taking her onhis knee. "Oh, you dear papa, I am so tired, so tired!" murmured Lily. "Oh, dosing me 'Flow gently, sweet Afton, ' and let me go to sleep on your lap. " But mamma said, "No, Lily. You must go to bed while you can keep youreyes open. " And so Lily kissed papa, and was borne off to bed. I think she will waittill she is older, before she will care much to go to another"children's party. " DORA BURNSIDE. [Illustration] THE HERONS. [Illustration] A VERY shy bird Is the heron, my dear; It will run fast away, If you come very near: It has a sharp bill, A neck slender and long; It is fond of small fish, And goes where they throng. It builds a snug nest On some very high tree, And there lays its eggs, Where the boys cannot see. Woods marshy and wet, It likes to frequent; For there it finds food, And there lives content. No sportsmen with guns Come often to kill: And when they appear The heron keeps still; It keeps still and hides On a lofty bough near, Till the fowler says, "Well, I can find no birds here. " Then he and his dogs Go off in the dumps, And the heron flies down To the bushes and stumps; There flaps its big wings, Right glad to have cheated The life-seeking foes, Who now have retreated. IDA FAY. EMMA AND THE BOOK. [Illustration] ONE day little Emma said to herself, "It is about time that I knew howto read. I wonder if I could read that big book on the table. " So shewent to the table, and tried to reach the book; but it was too high up. Now, Emma had a brother Fred, who was older than she was. Fred wasalways very kind to Emma, and now he said, "That is not such a book asyou would like, but if you will be quiet, I will read you a story outof my own book. " It was a pretty little story that he read; and Emma stood very still, and listened to every word. "Now, " said she, "will you please let mehave the book, Fred; for my dolly likes stories too, and I want to readto her. " So Fred gave her the book, and she sat down and read to herdoll. WILHELMINA GRANT. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE BEAR AND HER CUBS. "ARE there any people besides Esquimaux in the snow-country?" askedHarry, one day. "Not many, " said I. "There is a small Danish settlement in Greenland;but, with that exception, the Esquimaux and the bears have the countrypretty much to themselves. " "Tell me about the bears, " said Harry. "I saw a bear last summer at theWhite mountains. He was chained to a tree. " "But the bear that roams about over the snow and ice of the Arcticregions, is much larger and more savage than the common black bear thatyou saw. It is of a dingy white color. When full grown, it sometimesmeasures nine feet in length. " "Didn't I see one in Barnum's menagerie?" "I think not, Harry; for the polar bear suffers so much from heat, evenin our coldest winters, that it will not live long in this climate. "There is one thing very interesting in the bear nature, and that is theaffection of the female for its young. This has often been noticed. Hereis a picture showing an instance of it. "A Greenland bear with two cubs, was pursued across a field of ice by aparty of armed sailors. At first she tried to urge the young ones alongby running before them, turning around and calling them to her; butfinding that the pursuers were gaining upon them, she pushed and threwthe cubs before her, one after the other, until she effected theirescape. "Each cub would place itself across her path to receive the impulse, andwhen thrown forward, would run onward until overtaken by the mother, when it would adjust itself for another throw. " "Well, that shows that even a bear has some good feeling, " said Harry, "and some common sense too. I'm glad that the sailors did not catchthem. What would those cubs have done without their mother?" UNCLE CHARLES. [Illustration] BROWN BILLY SOLD. EDITH, with cheek against the window, Is sobbing out her grief; Gold-Locks is in a sad condition Of pocket-handkerchief. And Teddy at his play is sniffing, His little nose all red! Is Tony sick? Is pussy stolen? Is the canary dead? Else why this universal crying?-- Weepingly I am told, With many a look of indignation, "Brown Billy has been sold!" And why? No one can tell the reason; And yet I chance to know, It was--ah, wicked little pony!-- Because he acted so. Sometimes the phaeton all too heavy Would grow for him to draw; You'd think his feeble strength must perish Under another straw. Sometimes as light as any feather He rolled its dainty wheels, Humming and whirring like a spindle After his flying heels. And, worse than that, he had a fashion Of rearing in the air; And what became of load or driver He did not know nor care. Yet, without least alarm, the children Would laugh at him, and say, "Do see dear, cunning, old Brown Billy: How well he likes to play!" And bits of apple, lumps of sugar, From little hands were given, With fond pet names, and soft caresses, And sometimes kisses even. Brown Billy, but for your wild frolics We might have had you yet; And then these three sweet doleful faces With tears would not be wet. MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES. HOW TWO BOYS WERE MADE HAPPY. MAY I tell the readers of "The Nursery" how happy two little boys weremade this evening by the arrival of a present from a kind friend? Andwhat do you think it was? A magazine with a green cover, on which Guy, one of the boys, pointed out these letters, "N-U-R-S-E-R-Y. " Max, with his chubby hand, turned to the first page, and found theChristmas-tree, with the baby and flag at the top. Then mamma had toread the story, and, after it was finished, the same little hand turnedthe leaf back; for the blue eyes wanted to see baby Arthur again. Then how both pairs of eyes looked at Teddy with his new sled! and, while mamma read to them the pretty verses of Teddy's mamma, they werestill as mice. And how their eyes sparkled when they saw the picture of thewheelbarrows and cart loaded with earth! for this was just the way theyused to play in the warm pleasant weather. They thought the threelittle boys must have had lots of fun. Then they wanted to hear about "Georgie's Pet Mouse, " and "Bess and theKitten. " They did not wonder that "Baby" felt cross at having hispicture taken; for Max had to sit still so long, and so many times forhis, that he knew how to pity the poor baby. The "Rooster" pleased them very much; and mamma promised to take "TheNursery" to the Kindergarten, and draw the rooster on the board for thelittle children there. When we came to "Bed-time, " mamma thought it would be just the thing toread last, before putting her little boys to bed. But they begged forone more story, and _just_ one more, till we came to "By-lo-land, " andafter hearing that read, they wanted me to sing it to them. Then the night-dresses were brought, and snugly in their little bed thebrown eyes and blue eyes were closed, and my happy little boys went"over the hills to By-lo-land. " MRS. F. A. B. D. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE SUMMER SHOWER. WELL do I remember dear old aunt Rachel, as we called her, my firstschoolmistress. She wore spectacles, and I have heard it said that shesometimes took snuff; but, if she did, she was careful not to do it inthe presence of her pupils. She was the aunt of nobody in particular; but, had she been aunt to allof us, she could not have taken more pains to keep us from harm, and tolead us in the way of right. One day, just as school was dismissed in the afternoon, a severerain-storm began. "Oh! how shall I get you all home, " said the dear oldlady, opening the door, and looking up at the clouds. First she fitted me and my little sister Eva out with her best umbrella, and told us to make the best speed we could, and send the umbrella back. As for the boys, they ran out, rejoicing in the rain, and well pleasedat the prospect of getting wet through. The other little girls were keptwaiting till the sky should clear, or some one should come for them. My sister and I started off, side by side, under our umbrella. It was alarge cotton one, with a long, heavy handle, --just about suited to thecapacity of a giant. But, by taking hold very high up, I managed tocarry it without any trouble, and it kept us both dry. We really enjoyedour walk; and, the harder the rain came down, the better we liked it. No sooner had we got home than the clouds broke, and patches of blue skybegan to appear. Then Eva spied a rainbow. So mother told us to put ondry shoes and stockings, and take back the umbrella. How glad Aunt Rachel was to see and welcome us! "I am so glad you didnot get wet, " said she; "but, as for those wild boys, they would rushout into the rain, and I could not keep them from it. " IDA FAY. A MONKEY STORY. THIS is one of the true stories that I tell my little boys over and overagain, as we sit before the fire, and make ready for their journey to"Sleepy-Land. " "When your grandfather was a lad about twelve years old, an uncle of hismade a voyage to South America, and brought home as a present to hisnephew a fine large monkey. Of course Master Richard was very muchpleased; and the frolicsome pet would have had a warm welcome from thewhole household, had not the uncle seen fit to report some of Jocko'spranks on shipboard. [Illustration] "This put the young ladies upon their guard. But old Bella, the cook, never seemed prepared for his capers; and the fuss she made over thempleased Jocko so much, that she became the object of his attacks. "One day Bella went to the city, and brought home a fine new bonnet in alarge bandbox. During the evening she showed it with great pride to theyoung ladies; and, unknown to her, Jocko enjoyed the sight of theribbons and laces and flowers from behind the parlor sofa. "Like Bella herself, he was fond of finery; and the bonnet seemed to hima very fit garment for a monkey to wear. So the next morning, whileBella was busy in the kitchen, Jocko went to her closet, took out herbandbox, dressed himself in the bonnet, and stole down the back-stairs. "Bella, hearing a noise, looked around, and there he was, his headliterally lost in a sea of red and yellow ribbons. With a shout of rage, she seized the broomstick, and hurried after the thief. But before shecould reach him, Jocko had mounted two flights of stairs, leaped out onthe porch, and climbed up to the roof of the house. "There he rested; and there he was when the whole household, frightenedby Bella's shrieks, came running up to see what was the matter. In vainBella scolded. In vain Richard coaxed and threatened. Jocko would notcome down until he had finished his work; for he was busily engaged intearing poor Bella's bonnet into fragments. "As ribbon after ribbon was destroyed, her screams grew louder andlouder; and nothing could move her from her determination to kill themonkey, except the promise of a gayer bonnet than the one that Jocko hadstolen. "But Jocko never was forgiven; and the poor fellow would have gonesupperless a great many times, had it not been for his devoted youngmaster. " MRS. G. [Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON. ] TIME TO GO TO BED. DAUGHTER. "WHY must I go to sleepy-land, sleepy-land, sleepy-land? Why must I go to sleepy-land So early in the evening? I'd like to stay up longer, pa, longer, pa, longer, pa; I'd like to stay up longer, pa: To sleepy-land it is too far, So early in the evening. " FATHER. "'Tis time to go to bed, my dear, bed, my dear, bed, my dear; 'Tis time to go to bed, my dear, Though early in the evening. For such a little girl as you, girl as you, girl as you, For such a little girl as you Should be abed, and sleeping too, Thus early in the evening. " DAUGHTER. "Oh! then I'll sing another song, another song, another song; Oh! then I'll sing another song, So early in the evening! For you must take me pick-a-pack, pick-a-pack, pick-a-pack, For you must take me pick-a-pack, My good papa, upon your back, So early in the evening. " [Illustration] FATHER. "Then jump, and we'll go up the stairs, up the stairs, up the stairs; Then jump, and we'll go up the stairs So early in the evening. Now here she is! My pig is safe, pig is safe, pig is safe, Now here she is! My pig is safe: It must not squeal, or kick, or chafe So early in the evening. " DAUGHTER. "So up we go! Good-by, mamma, by, mamma, by, mamma; So up we go! Good-by, mamma, So early in the evening! I'm going off to sleepy-land, sleepy-land, sleepy-land, I'm going off to sleepy-land: To all good folks I kiss my hand, So early in the evening!" EMILY CARTER. WHAT BRAVO TOLD RORY. "TELL us a story, Kate, " said Emma. "Yes, _do_, " chimed in Bertha. "_Will_ you tell us a story?" said Herbert. Thus entreated by these dear, good children, I could not refuse. Sowhile their three heads, close together, with their bright faces beamingupon me and upon each other, formed a pretty picture, I told them thisstory about two shepherd-dogs, Bravo and Rory:-- "When farmer John and his bride moved into their little white house, a mile from the old homestead, they took with them the young dog, Bravo, and left Rory to guard the old house. Bravo was large and wide awake, but only five months old. He seemed very happy in his new home. His master taught him many curious things; and for a week or more he showed no signs of home-sickness. "But when old Toss, from the tannery near by, made an attack upon him, although Bravo's fleetness saved him from harm, he began to wish he had never left his puppy-hood's home to live with farmer John. Down he sat at the door of his kennel, with a lonely and forsaken look, trying to smooth down the hair of his sleek coat that old Toss had ruffled. "The tanner's dog repeated his attack for two or three days, and, more than that, drove poor Bravo from his nice warm quarters at night, compelling him to lie out in the cold. Then Bravo said to himself, 'Something must be done. I dare not fight Toss; for he has long teeth, and is a savage dog, --more than a match for me. I think my best plan is to go and tell Rory. ' And away he sped, just at sunrise, and came back in time for breakfast, with a cheerful look in his face. [Illustration] "Now, Rory was steady and brave and wise. He had no love for running round nights: so it surprised his master, when, just as the sun went down that day, Rory started down the road, and up the lane to farmer John's. On he went, with a grave look, without stopping to greet any old friend, even by a wag of his tail. Bravo met him, and whisked around him; and, after a short consultation, the two dogs crawled into the kennel, Rory staying nearest to the door. "The moon shone clear and bright, and all was still until about midnight, when farmer John's wife was suddenly awakened by a sound of growling, snarling, and yelping. 'Wake up, John, quick, quick! Get up!' she shouted. The farmer leaped from his bed, and, half-dressed, ran to the door, thinking that the dogs were killing sheep; but instead of sheep, Rory and Bravo had Toss at their mercy, and were giving him a fearful punishment. " "Good, good!" shouted Herbert. "That served him just right. " But little Bertha turned a wondering look upon Herbert; she could nothelp feeling pity even for Toss. "Let us hear the rest of the story, " said Emma. So I went on, -- "The sharp voice of the farmer made Rory and Bravo release their victim; and Toss, in a crestfallen way, started for his home; but, before he could get over the fence, Rory gave him a final clutch that sent him off yelping. He never came back; and when he met Bravo afterwards, he was careful not to trouble him. "In a short time Bravo grew to be so strong and brave, that he could fight his own battles without the aid of his friend Rory. " The three children, who had listened very attentively to the story, nowtalked it over; and they came to the conclusion that Toss received agood lesson, and was probably a better dog after it. "For, " saidHerbert, "a dog who abuses a smaller dog is almost as mean as a big boywho tyrannizes over a little boy. " M. KATE BRAWLEY. [Illustration] [Illustration] PLAYING THE CHINAMAN. FRANZ is a little boy about four years old, who lives in Brooklyn, California. His favorite play is to take some pieces of cloth, fill hismouth with water, turn his head from side to side, letting the watersquirt from the corners of his mouth upon them (as he has seen theChinamen do at the laundry), fold them, turn the iron-stand on its back, and carefully smooth them. This is Foo Lee, washing and ironing. Sometimes the clothes are not wet enough, and the sprinkling goes onwith the ironing. "Your clothes will smell of tobacco and opium, if you sprinkle them somuch, " says Franz's elder brother. "No, they won't, " says the little wash-man. "Me do them good; me do themcheap. " When he gets tired of this, he puts his wash into a piece of paper, andtakes the bundle to mamma. "I hope the clothes are not too blue, John, "says mamma. "No, " answers Foo Lee. "They done good this time. " "And did you find my stockings, which were missing from last week'swash?" "Yes, they all here. I found them: they all right this time, --fiftydozen. " "How much shall I pay you?" "Six bits. " (Seventy-five cents. ) "I do them velly cheap. " Mamma gives him two buttons, --one large one for the four-bit piece, (fifty cents), and a smaller one for the two bits (twenty-five cents). "Thankee. Good-baah!" says Foo Lee. "Good-by, " returns mamma. L. M. PANSY'S SECRET. PANSY had a secret, and nobody could find it out. She would come downstairs in the morning, and seat herself at the breakfast-table, and thenpapa would say, "Well, Pansy, are you going to tell us your secretto-day?" Pansy would shake her head, and reply, "You must guess it, papa! Can younot guess it?" "Well, I guess you have a new tooth coming. " "Oh, no, that is not it. Mother can guess better than that, I think. Itconcerns you, mother. " "Well, I guess, " said mother, "that you are to have the present of akitten from aunt Julia. " "And I guess, " said brother John, who was five years older than Pansy, "I guess you are knitting a pair of woollen cuffs for papa. " [Illustration] "You are all wrong, " cried Pansy, "and I shall not tell you my secretto-day. " The next morning, as she was coming down stairs, she paused, and said toherself, "Shall I tell them my secret now? No, Pansy, let them see thatyou can keep a secret. " No sooner was she seated at the table in her high-chair, than papa said, "Well, Pansy, how much longer are you going to keep us in the dark? Areyou going to tell us your secret?" "Not yet, papa, " said Pansy, looking up with a roguish smile. "What can it be?" said mother, laying down her knife and fork, andputting her hand to her head. "I don't believe it is any thing of any account, " cried brother John. "She wants to keep us curious. " "Well, I think Pansy must be learning a new piece to recite, " said hermother. "That's not it, " said Pansy. "It's a 'portant secret: one that my motherwill like to hear. " "Oh, it's important, is it?" said papa. "I do wonder what it can be. " "Mother, what day was it that you lost your wedding-ring?" said John. "Don't speak of it, John. It was more than a month ago. I have huntedhigh and low, and cannot find it. I would have given all my otherjewelry rather than have lost it. " Here Pansy turned red in the face, got down from her high-chair, and ranout of the room. "Did you see that?" said papa. "The little rogue has found the ring, andthat's her 'portant secret. " In a minute Pansy came back, holding up the ring, and her face radiantwith delight. "I found it, mother, among my doll's things. You must havedropped it there when you were fixing them. " And so little Pansy's secret was out at last! DORA BURNSIDE. [Illustration] A TROTTING SONG. UP and away! now up and away! We've a good long journey before us to-day. The road is smooth, and the sky is bright: Whoa, now! My darling, hold on tight! There's joy in the saddle. We'll scour the plain With a gentle trot and an easy rein; And, as we journey the way along, I'll sing my darling a trotting song. Up and down! Up and down! And over the hills to Sleepy Town! Fast or slow, Soon, we know, Into the land of nod we'll go. Oh, dear me! Right off my knee, Into a hollow I didn't see; And baby small, On steed so tall, Came near getting a horrid fall. She's not afraid, My little maid, Too oft on her that trick is played; And good is she As good can be, If I'll only trot her upon my knee. Over she goes! But don't suppose I'll let her tumble upon her nose, Or give a fright To my darling bright, Who laughs and frolics with such delight. Whoa! now, whoa! We must not go So fast, my darling; for don't you know, At such a pace, So like a race, We never shall come to a sleepy-place? Trot, trot away, And tell me, pray, How many miles we have gone to-day? Up and down! Up and down! And over the hills to Sleepy Town! JOSEPHINE POLLARD. [Illustration] SAGACITY OF THE DEER. A FRIEND of mine who has been in the habit of hunting deer in theAdirondack Mountains, is of opinion that the deer is often more than amatch for the dog in sagacity. The deer seems to be well aware that thedog is guided by his faculty of scent in tracking him; and all thedeer's efforts are directed to baffling and thwarting this keen andwonderful sense with which the dog is gifted. With this purpose, the deer will often make enormous leaps, or runaround in a circle so as to confuse and puzzle his pursuers. He willmount a stone wall, and run along it for some distance, well aware thatthe dog cannot scent him so well on the rock as on the grass. If he canfind a pond or stream of water, the deer will plunge in and swim a longdistance, so that the dogs may lose his trail. It is a joyful sound to the poor hunted deer when the dogs send up thatsad, dismal howl, which they give utterance to when they have lost allscent of the deer, and despair of finding it. He is then a happy deer. He hides quietly in some covert among the bushes, and he will take careto place himself where the wind will carry all odors of his body awayfrom the direction where he supposes the dogs to be. So you see the deer is by no means a stupid animal. He knows, betterthan many a little boy, how to take care of himself, and get out of theway of danger. And now can you tell me in what part of the State of NewYork are the Adirondack Mountains? From a correspondent in Springfield, Mo. , I have a letter, in which thewriter says: "I suppose the Boston boys don't have deer for pets. I havea young one named Billy, and he eats corn out of my pocket. When I comehome from school he always runs to meet me. Although he can jump overfences, he never tries to run away. He wears a collar with a bell on it:so we can hear him when he is down in the orchard eating apples, whichhe seems to be very fond of. " UNCLE CHARLES. [Illustration] [Illustration] GRANDMA ASLEEP. GRANDMA dear has gone to sleep; See how still the children keep! Little Johnny leaves his toys, And, without a bit of noise, Rests his book on grandma's lap While she takes her peaceful nap; Darling Mabel on the floor Sits all quiet and demure; And old pussy tries to be Just the stillest of the three. JANE OLIVER. THE LAY OF THE GRASSHOPPER. [Illustration: Music] 1. There was a grasshopper lived in a palm-tree, Silver-voiced as a frog in June; Was not pleas'd with his situation, Thought he'd like to go to the moon. Oh! Heigh-ho! . . . How shall I get there? oh! . . . A hop and a skip and a flop and a flip, and over the clouds I'll go. 2. Up he went like a streak of lightning, Lit on the moon like a thunderbolt. Nought could he find but a man with a lantern, Riding about on a pea-green colt. Oh! Heigh-ho! . . . Why did I come here? oh! . . . A fling and a swing and a flap of my wing, And back to the earth I'll go. 3. Off he shot like a blazing rocket; Down he came like a falling star. What should he meet but a gay little goshawk, Flying up from the earth so far. Oh! Heigh-ho! . . . Poor little grasshopper, oh! . . . A snap and a squeak in the bonny bird's beak, And there was an end of him, oh! * * * * * Transcriber's Notes: Page 104, opening quote added ("Each cub would) Page 128, "silver-voiced" was capitalized. Page 128, closing quotation mark removed. Original read (earth I'llgo. ")