I ILLINOIS Production N otc Digital Rare Book Collections Rare Book & Manuscript Library University of Illinois Library at Urbana—Champaign 2019 COPYKVGNI' mm MC LOUGH LIN BROS-, NEW YORK ,/ LITTLE TOT’S PASTIME’. P1 FRIEND IN NEED. “@ WONDER What can be the matter with the birdies over there ? ” said little Agnes to her father as she pointed to one of the many bundles of corn standing near. “Better run and see,” responded the busy farmer as he tied up another sheaf. “I won’t be a minute, dad._ I’m sure there’s something wrong: there is such a A FRIEND IN NEED fluttering and chirping going on,” said Aggie, as she ran off On peering 7 underneath the stack, she discovered a p c or little birdie, quite unable to move, lying under some of the corn. “ 0126670, cheep, / cheep!” he was cry: ing with all his might. She lifted him out, and with a big “chirp” for thank—you away he flew. ‘2'!” ”Maw 37:? ‘ L1 TTLE TOT’S PASTJME. ‘ LITTLE HEROEs; gfimmm Willieand I will tell you about my visit to the children in the hospital at the side of the, park. ll ll“ ill: They have such a nice bright room, and pretty cots with coloured quilts. I spoke to one wee chap who was propped up in his cot, and asked him if he were better. “Yes, Ina’am,” he said; LI T1 LE HEROES. “they took away my bad 1eg, and I am to have a bran new one.” ' An o1der boy said, “I get orue1 pains now but they will all go away when I am we11 and go home again.” I ta1ked to the nurse about him, and she to1d me he; was a crossing-sweeper, and was run over in saving a little ohi1d who fell on his crossing. "-5? - zxggj‘g‘vw’f'fi ””263” LITTLE TOTS PASTIME.‘ "7 FIZSHElR—QIRLS. flUST look at those little fisher—girls! What funny wooden shoes on their feet, and what pretty white caps on their heads! And if you could hear them talk, I daresay very few of you would know what they were saying; for they come from Normandy in France. . , . They have been to the town and have sold a basketful of fish, and now they are going home by the Seashore. ' The sun is shining on the rippling waves, and an artist paSsing by thinks what a pretty picture the fisher—girls would make standing on the yellow sand. ‘ . » .. . u" ‘v- .mt-x a?" ., H ,‘ FISHER-GIRLS. How pleased they would he to know that they were put into a hook for little Children. Shall I tell them ‘9 LITTLE ITO T’S PAS TIME. 701' szaaful Figgt .§@OME, listen to a tale I’ll tell “Boat 21 Warpiop 5013., Pi Beetle knigBt, wBo Big. to aeai'E ‘23; Spiaep tough" ana 013.. ‘TEe zpic‘lep 5e Wag fat as fat, ‘TEe knigBt Was tEin as 15in; ma wBile 5e epiea, “Come oat, come out!" TBe spiclep epiea, “Come in! ” ‘TEe Beetle knigEt tEen chew Biz swwa, “ha. maae it flazfi in aip; (“Se spiaep aoufilea. {11.) 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THE LIGHTHOUSE; EREDDY gazed long at the blue sea waves, and last of all at the tall lighthouse. “Mother, what is that high tower,” he asked, “with the’big queer lamp on the top ‘9 ” ' _ “ It is a lighthouse, Freddy, and at night the lamp is lit, to warn ships out at sea that danger is at hand, for there are reeks not far offl” _ , ' , “It must be a grand thing. to keep a lighthouse,” said Freddy. Then he turned to the sands and began working with his spade, while his mother sat by and watcher " him. 7 , VPreL ently seme boys playing near began to quarrel—one boy wanting THE LIGHTHOUSE. another boy’s spade; Freddy looked on, so did his mother; till at" last, running over, he thrust out his own spade, saying— “Please don’t quarrel; you may use 7 my spade if you like. Mother says that if boys quarrel, they often fight.” That night, as his mother kissed him, she said, “Freddy, you kept a lighthouse to-day, when you showed others how to do a good thing for its own'sake.. Always hear in mind the golden rule, and do unto others as you would be done by.” ‘. LITTLE Tom PAo'ZL/ME. THE PAINTER AND THE BULL. @IMON was very fond of painting. . One day he went into the country and put up his easel in a field where a number of bulls were grazing. They did not take any notice of him at first, but by—and— by one of their number, more curious than the rest, came up. to have a peep at the picture. Simon was so frightened ' that for some time he did not know what to do, but at last he& thought he would try to drive the bull away with his stick. .At this the bull got very angry, and kicked the easel and the paints in all directions. Then THE PAINTER AND THE BULL. Simon, too, became cross, and hit the 131111 with his stick; this enraged the bull so much that he ran at poor Simon and tossed him in the air with his orum« pled horns. The hull then ran away and left Simon very , much the worse for ' the quarrel. But it has taught Simon not to go sketching in a field where there are bulls. He was almost as simple as, the Simon who met the pieman. . LITTLEJ’OT’S PASTIME. THE , STORY or A GOLDFINCH. /:l;lHERE was not a happier family of birds than the Goldfinches " in Brierly WoOd; Very hand- some birds they were, with their red and black and yellow and whrte feathers. _ Mr. Goldfinch was proud of being a Goldfinch, as he said they were very clever birds; and one of his relatives who had lived years ago told him of some goldfinches who could per- form many tricks. One could stand on its head, another held a little musket and THE STOIL’I OF A GOLDF/NCII. ‘ FATHER GOLDIE. 'xw “gm: ., gitfilflflf: ~34; ‘ " LITTLE T0 T8 PASTIME. stood up like a sentinel, whilst a third had a match in his claws and fired a small cannon. The eldest of the young birds when he was a little older he too would walk among the reeds and field flowers saying—s “Am I not like a sentinel?” The mother said, “Goldie could always do everything. of you.” But one day Goldie was not to he found. Alas! a cruel bird— catcher had spread a net and had ‘ caught thought all this very grand, and When he was quite a little bird ‘ he could fly sooner than any : 3 ‘1 i THE STORY OF A GOLDFINCH. poor Goldie. . And he took him home and taught him all sorts of tricks. But Goldie did not care about learning tricks now. One trick was to draw up a little bucket with water in it for him to drink. And Goldie had a gilt cage and plenty of food, but he was not happy. He often sighed and said— ’ “Oh, that I were free to fly about in the green woods and {the sunshine with my father and mother and brothers ,1 ” I?" LITTLE T0 T8 PAS TLME. 251 HARVEsT THANKSGIVING. ,fiSABEL, Mary, and Charlie Walters had spent a happy holiday at a little sea: side town. They had bathed, and learnt to fish with old Ned the fisherman, and thought they had done everything child— ren could do by the sea. - “But,” said Ned, “you have not. seen the Harvest Thanksgiving service.” “Oh, Ned I” cried they; “may we come ? ” “Yes, and welcome,” he answered. “And we shall sit near you,” said Charlie, “because you are a dear old Ned.” Sunday morning found them close to; their friend, and admiring the pretty decorations of fruit, flowers, corn, and vegetables. Even fishes—the harvest of the sea—were there. The children enJ oyed the service very much, and sighed to think that to— Inorrow it was to be “Home again, jiggety—jig.” 4‘; i a? (i 7: i 3 i Egg... =__ L: LITTLE T0 T’S ‘PAsTIME A , Goon COOK. afi’M shelling peas ' And, if you please, I (10 it W611; For I’ve heard . tell ‘ ' V’Tis understood A cook who’s good Should never waste, And always taste ' Pie, tart, or cake That she may make; And so I taste my peas—I’m sure there’s plenty— , So far, I’ve just shelled two, and eaten twenty ‘7 JAOK’S SURPRISE. ,,,, KJACK’S SURF-R1515. WHILE wee Jack was reading his lesson, Gertie T was dreaming of a sweet surprise she had in store for him. She knew a boy who had a white rabbit with pink \. eyes for sale, and she intended buying it for him with her own money. This she did that Nery V afternoon, .«and when Jack saw it, he ‘ cried, “Gertie, you are a kind sister!” and kissed her. 7 r ‘7 LITTLE TOT'S PASTLME. NELL’S ‘ SACRIFICE. “ Thistle-down, thistle-down, flutter and fly! Then mamma for me a new dress will buy.” R 22mm thistle—devvn did not ' — flutter and fly, but Nell ‘ knew she should have a new frock, for mamma ‘ had promised it. Presently she met poor Katie, Who had no father, gathering heath. . v “Where is your hat ‘9 ” asked Nell. “At home, miss,” said Katie; “I have but one, and I keep that for Sundays.” “Please, mother,” said Nell,"‘Will you buy Katie Jones a hat, and let me wear my old frock still?” > And When Nell’s mother said “Yes,” 4 oh, was not Nell glad! And Katie too! I NELL’S SA URI F1014). AMONG THE HEATHER. LITTLE TOTS PASTIME. M meMI? “9" EMMMMMH MM WM 1 fill/fill‘lllllllfifllfll1‘ THE BABY THAT MELTED AWAY. @H, let me relate The sorrowful fate Of the prettiest babe e’er seen; He might have been here If his fond mother dear Hadn’t kept him so terribly clean! For ’twas serub, scrub, scrub, And rub—a—dub—dub, Ten times, at least, each day; Until it was clear ’ That baby so dear Was gradually melting away! Bits of his toes, , And the end of his nose ' ‘2 THE BABY THAT MELTED AWAY. Were the first to disappear, Until—how sad! Poor little lad !— ‘ ~He’d never a foot or an ear! “What shall I do With my little Bey Blue ? ” Cried the mother in deep despair. I” Said a friend one day, . “ You’ll wash him away, You will, if you don’t take care I ” Yet still she scrubbed, And rub—a—dulo—dubbed, And now she is sorry, let’s hope; For one fine day He melted away, For that baby was made of—soap! 5 WIG \WAQ. WIGGLE waggle up the stair, Wiggle waggle down; ‘If you can tell me who was there I’ll give you half—aeorown}. _ LITTLE TOT’S PASTIME. WHO,,WON THE PRIZE? @ENNIE was saying his lesson so well that the master was very pleased. “Boys,” he said, “if sOme of you don’t work harder, the smallest lad in the class will get the Prize” The biggest boy in the Class, Jack Taylor, looked up A - from his book; “Bennie get the Prize,” he said to himself; “that wee Chap!” Then he pulled his book nearer to him, and began to work. , The Prize-day came, and on the master’s desk lay the Prize—a beautiful set of 'draughtsmen. “This Prize,” said the master, “belongs to the first boy, and that boy is Jack Taylor.” Poor Bennie looked very disappointed. “But,” the, master went on, “the second boy,” and he looked at Bennie, “has WHO WON THE PRIZE .7 worked so well, that I wish I could give him a prize too.” As the boys were going home, says Ben to Jack, “I hope you’ll like your prize.” Now, you see, the plucky little fellow bore nomalice, for he knew that the best scholar had ,won. 7“ 0W prize, you mean,” said Jack; “you must have half, Bennie, the master said you deserved a prize too.” And so it was settled, and the two - boys had many a good game together. LITTLE T0 T’S’ PASTLME. THE HAPPY STORKs‘. @HE storks had a fine nest on the roof of a house in Gerinany. All the boys were glad that r the storks had built there, and . little Karl looked up and said—— “Good Mr. Stork, will you bring me a little sister, for I have only a brother ? ” The stork looked doWn, but he said nothing. However, as ‘ \‘ he did not say “N 0,” Karl was content, and thought “Perhaps the little sister will come.” ' The storks were very busy, for the father stork had to fly into the country to get frogs and small fishes for the little ones, Whilst the niother, like a good bird, stayed at home to take care of them. THE ‘HA PPY STORKS. The people of the town were very good to the storks, and did not let anyone 'throw stones at them or hurt them; and ‘ ' they often put out food for them. So the storks led alivery jolly life, as the people believed that as long as they took care of the storks they should be happy them- ? selves, and all sorts of good things would come to them. That’s What they believed. é ii 1 3* ‘57 5:, \ (The Pictmes in this Story are from an Instantaneous Photograph by 0. Ame/mm, Lissa.) Y ,2 THE RAINBO W‘. THE RAINBOW. little maid ? ” said; , , “After the rainbow, yellow, blue, red, After the rainbow, sir,” she said. “Where shall you find it, my little maid?” “Over the hill. there, sir,” she said; “ It touches the ground with its blue and red, , ' Over the hill there, sir,” she said. “ What do you want. with it, my little ‘ maid ? ” 5‘ The crock that it points to, sir,” she said. V “A crock of gold pieces, yellow and red; The crock that it points to, sir,” she said. “What will you do with it, my little maid?” “Buy a great waX doll, sir,” she said; “ WVith eyes so blue, and with cheeks so red ; I’ll buy a great waX doll, sir,” she said -_.,__4 ~ “éMfiHERE are, you going, my , “After the rainbow, sir,’.’ she .... , , 1 fl THE RAINBO W. “Oh, yes, I shall, good sir,” she said; “ Just Where the ground is (yellow and red, Where the rainbow touches the ground,” she said. “You’ll never find it, my little maid.” } t § Over the hill went the little maid, After the rainbow, yellow and red; But, she never found it, I am afraid; N 0, she never found it, so peoplesaid. v3 ,s'fi‘vx' A LITTLE ITALIAN GIRL. A LITTLE ITALIAN GIRL. \ll LIVE in such a sunny land—- Sweet Italy, you understand, Whfile purple grapes in clusters grow eut oh, how much Id like to know éfle Engl1sh boys and girls, .1 i.