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Read Ebook: The Nursery May 1881 Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers by Various
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was in the breeze; And the delicate hue of the azure skies Seemed to lend new light to the loving eyes Of happy, dear old grandmamma Gray, Crowned by the children their "Queen of May."
MARY D. BRINE.
SING, PRETTY BIRDS.
SING, pretty birds, and build your nests, The fields are green, the skies are clear; Sing, pretty birds, and build your nests, The world is glad to have you here.
Among the orchards and the groves, While summer days are fair and long, You brighten every tree and bush, You fill the air with loving song.
At early dawn your notes are heard In happy greeting to the day, Your twilight voices softly tell When sunshine hours have passed away.
Sing, pretty birds, and build your nests, The fields are green, the skies are clear; Sing, pretty birds, and build your nests, The world is glad to have you here.
M. E. N. HATHAWAY.
MARY AND JENNY.
MARY strikes the shuttle-cock a hard blow with the battle-door. Up it goes into the air, and down it falls into the grass. There it is; but the next thing to be done is to find it. Who will pick it up?
Jenny stands with her hands behind her. She has a roguish look. What has she in her hands? Is it an apple? No. Is it an orange? No. Is it a ball? No. Guess again. Ah! I know what it is. It is the shuttle-cock.
PIGGY'S SPOON.
PIGGY had a little house close by the barn. There were two rooms in his house. In one room he had his bed; in the other he had a trough.
On one side of his house there was a door that opened into a pen. The pen was in the orchard where the sweet apples grew. Sometimes in summer the apples would fall down from the trees into the pen; then piggy would pick them up and eat them. Sometimes they would strike him on his back when they fell; but he did not mind that; he was always glad to get them.
He had his bed of warm straw to sleep in at night, and every day he had as much as he wanted to eat. He had all a pig could wish for: so he was contented. One morning farmer Jackson brought a pailful of milk for piggy's breakfast. He poured the milk into the trough, and piggy made haste to come and eat it.
While he was eating, something hard and cold came into his mouth. He bit it, but found that it was not good: so he left it. He ate up all the milk. When it was gone, he saw a bright silver spoon in the bottom of the trough.
"Oh!" said piggy, "I see how it is. They would like to have me eat with a spoon; but they would never make me fat in that way. I should be hungry all the time. Now I can eat fast and grow fast, and I like my own way best."
So piggy turned up his nose at the spoon. Then he went out into the pen, and began to root in the dirt to find bits of apple. "Fine work I should make using a spoon," said piggy, and he laughed whenever he thought of it.
At night farmer Jackson came to bring his supper. He saw the spoon in the trough, took it out and carried it into the house. When his wife saw it, she said somebody had been very careless, and dropped the spoon into piggy's pail. She could not find out who had done it, though she asked everybody. Then she thought that perhaps she had done it herself. She was glad to get her spoon back again, and piggy was glad to have it taken from the trough.
He had left the print of his teeth on it: so it was afterwards called "Piggy's spoon."
MARY E. N. HATHAWAY.
THE TRAVELLER.
SOMETIMES he travels in a boat; Sometimes his mother's rocking-chair Takes him from town to town.
For journeying, by sea or land, He always has a plan, He'll be a famous traveller When he grows to be a man.
W. G.
BOUNCER.
"GRANDMA, grandma, may we have it? may we have it?" cried three excited little voices, as three little boys came running into the room.
"Have what?" said grandma smiling, as she looked up from her book. "The measles?"
"Why, grandma, of course it isn't the measles," said Ned, the eldest. "It is a dog,--a real puppy. Mrs. James told Arthur she would give it to him, if you were willing."
Grandma thought of her nice flower-beds and her well-kept driveway. She did not want to have a dog running about in them. But then she saw the three wistful faces waiting for her answer, and so she said "Yes."
Mrs. James had promised that she would bring it to Arthur by Saturday. All the boys were in haste for the day to come, and Arthur said, "Now, mamma, there will be three days more and then 'dog-day.'"
He took his seat on the steps, and in a few minutes I heard a joyful cry: "Here's my dog! here's my dog!" The other boys joined in the shout. Was there ever such joy!
Bouncer,--for that was the puppy's name,--was a fine water-spaniel. He grew very fast, and proved very kind and playful. The three boys became very fond of him. The first thing in the morning, and the last thing at night, they would all rush out of doors for a romp with Bouncer.
He was always ready for a frolic. Nothing pleased him so much as a dash into the lake. Then he was in his glory. He would spring into the water after any thing that the boys would throw.
Once he saved a man's hat that had blown overboard; and if the man had gone over with his hat, I have no doubt that Bouncer would have saved him too. But, as the man was safe on shore all the time, Bouncer had no chance to prove himself a hero. That wasn't Bouncer's fault, you know.
M. C. W.
THE MOUSE-TRAP.
THE cheese smelt tempting in its little house: "I'll get it, never fear!" cried Master Mouse.
Caught in the trap, with all their might and main, His parents try to get him out again.
Alas! alas! exertions well applied Bring but a swift collapse undignified.
A happy thought: "We'll roll the box about, And thus, perchance, get valiant Brownie out!"
Still happier thought: a wall its aid extends; And Brownie, thankful for such clever friends,
Darts out in triumph, bearing high the cheese, Then shares the well-won spoil, and feasts at ease.
ONE CAT AND TWO PIGS.
A POOR little kitty turned out by its mother, Without any sister, without any brother, Was very unhappy, Was very unhappy; Oh, very unhappy indeed!
She couldn't find any companions to stay with; She couldn't find any companions to play with; And so she was lonely, Oh! ever so lonely; Oh, yes! she was lonely indeed.
One morning she noticed two little pigs running Along by the house; they were pretty and cunning, And it made little kitty Feel bad--what a pity!-- A very great pity indeed.
She made their acquaintance, and then in clear weather The three funny playmates would frolic together, And kitty was happy, No doubt she was happy; Oh, yes! very happy indeed.
The piggies would drink up the milk that was given To kitty, who oft from the basin was driven; For they were quite greedy, Yes, rather too greedy; Oh, yes! very greedy indeed.
And, when they had corn, how the piggies would chew it! While kitty looked on, wondering how they could do it: 'Twas queer that she couldn't, Quite strange that she couldn't; She'd tried--but she couldn't indeed!
At night, when the piggies in slumber were dozing, Miss Kitty curled up on their backs was reposing, And all were quite happy, Remarkably happy; Oh, yes! very happy indeed.
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