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Read Ebook: The Nursery May 1881 Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers by Various
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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.
JOSEPHINE POLLARD.
HARRY AND JOHN.
HARRY waves his flag to stop a train of cars. He has seen a man do it at the railroad station. But the train rushes by, and does not mind him in the least. This makes him look sad.
John stands and looks on. He is dressed in a new sailor-suit. He feels so grand that he does not care whether the train stops or not. There is a very broad grin on his face. We should see it if we could make him turn round and look at us.
J. K. L.
"INCHES."
HIS real name was Miles; but one of his papa's friends said that such a little chap was too small to be called Miles, and it would be better to begin with "Inches" and go up gradually: so we nicknamed him "Inches."
His papa and mamma were Americans; but their little boy was born in Assam, and until he was four years old he had never seen any other country.
Now, you will want to know where Assam is. I will tell you. It is a kingdom in India, lying west of China, and south of the great Himalaya Mountains. Some peaks of these mountains can be seen on a clear day from the house where Inches lived.
One morning early, our little friend woke, and called out in the Assamese language , "Tezzan, take me."
Tezzan his "bearer"--so a man-nurse is called in Assam--came quickly, and dressed his little charge. Then, after giving him a slice of dry toast and a nice plantain for his breakfast, he took the little boy by the hand, and started out with him for their regular morning-walk.
All they could see of the elephants was the tops of their heads, and occasionally their trunks when they threw them out of the water for a fresh breath of air. The drivers stood on the necks of the elephants, with only a rope, tied round the great creatures' necks, to hold on by.
The elephants were frightened, and ran snorting and trumpeting right up the road where Inches and his bearer were standing. Inches was very much frightened, and ran too. But no harm was done, and after a little while Inches had a good laugh, when he thought how the elephants ran away from the little bustling steamer.
After this was all over and the elephants were slowly jogging along, Inches and his bearer started on again. They met many people; but very few of them were white. There were only fifteen white children to be found for many miles: so they, of course, knew each other well.
Down the road, further on, they came to a sweetmeat-vender's shop. His candies and sweets were put on flat bamboo or cane plates, and all arranged outside the shop itself, on a platform made of bamboo.
The little boy was on the point of crying, when he heard his mamma calling; and, sure enough, there she was, and papa, too, waiting for him in the pony-carriage. He ran quickly, and climbed into his mamma's lap, and was soon home again.
M. R. B.
SMALL BEGINNING.
WHEN the first little crocus peeped out of the ground, And slyly looked round, Not a flower was awake, not a bit of new green Was anywhere seen; And it seemed, with a shiver the little one said, "Oh, I am afraid, The trees are so naked, the earth is so black! Please let me go back! You have called me too early, my dear Mother Spring, I am such a wee thing!"
Then a bluebird whistled, "Oh, no! my dear, It is good you are here; For now we are sure that spring is near." Then a sober old robin came bustling by With the sleep in his eye; "Ah, me! how stupid I was to wait; And now I am late! The bluebird has piped, and the crocus has come; And you know by the hum The hot little bee is beating his drum."
Then sweet Mother Spring, with a sunshine kiss, Said something like this: "Thanks, brave little crocus, so slender and small, For heeding my call While orchards were leafless, and snow-drifts staid In the all-day shade: You are telling us sweetly that soonest begun The soonest is done; That little by little makes up the great, And early obeying is better than late."
GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.
JENNY WREN.
JENNY WREN'S a lady, Very quiet she: That's her pretty mansion In the hollow tree. Peep into her parlor, Carpeted with down; There you'll see her sitting In her modest gown.
Jenny Wren is busy, Summer days are near, And she has a houseful: Listen, and you'll hear. Little mouths are open From the hour she wakes, And to feed her darlings All her time it takes.
Jenny Wren is moving: Breezes hurry by; Purple leaves are falling; Chilly grows the sky. Long before the snowflakes Through the orchard roam, Should you call on Jenny, Nobody's at home.
GEORGE COOPER.
DADDY FROG.
Words by GEO. COOPER. Music by T. CRAMPTON.
Chorus.
Singing "Cou, cou, cou, Ker-chunk!"
Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.
Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number.
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