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THE

NURSERY

_A Monthly Magazine_

FOR YOUNGEST READERS.

VOLUME XXX.--No. 1.

    BOSTON:
    THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
    NO. 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
    1881.




    Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by
    THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY,
    In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.

[Illustration: JOHN WILSON & SON UNIVERSITY PRESS]




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IN PROSE.

                                                PAGE
    Hide and Seek                                193
    Flowers for Mamma                            195
    Outwitted                                    197
    Zip <DW53>                                     199
    The Fuss in the Poultry-Yard                 201
    Our Charley                                  206
    Drawing-Lesson                               209
    More about "Parley-voo"                      210
    The old Pump                                 214
    Winter on Lake Constance                     215
    Swan-upping                                  216
    The Man in the Moon                          219
    The Boy and the Cat                          220


IN VERSE.

    Hammock Song                                 196
    Rosie and the Pigs                           198
    What's up                                    203
    Minding Mother                               204
    Peet-Weet                                    207
    Baby's Ride                                  212
    Baby-Brother                                 222
    Under Green Leaves (_with music_)            224

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[Illustration: HIDE AND SEEK.

VOL. XXX.--NO. 1.]




HIDE-AND-SEEK.


WHERE is Charley? Where can the boy have gone? Just now he was here by
my side. Now he is out of my sight. I will call him. 'Charley, Charley,
my boy! where are you?'

"No answer. Hark! I hear a noise up in that tree. Can that be Charley?
Oh, no! It is a bird. 'Little bird, have you seen a small boy with curly
hair? Tell me where to look for him.'

"The bird will not tell me. I must ask the squirrel. 'Squirrel, have you
seen a boy with rosy cheeks?' Away goes the squirrel into a hole without
saying a word.

"Ah! there goes a butterfly. I will ask him. 'Butterfly, have you seen a
boy, with black eyes, rosy cheeks, and curly hair?' The butterfly lights
on a bush. Now he flies again. Now he is off without making any reply.

"Dear me! what shall I do? Is my little boy lost in the woods? Must I go
home without him? Oh, how can I live without my boy!"

Out pops a laughing face from the bushes.

"Here I am, mamma!" says Charley. "Don't cry. Here I am close by you."

"Why, so you are. Come out here, you little rogue, and tell me where you
have been all this time."

"I have been right behind this tree, and I heard every word you said,"
says Charley.

"What a joke that was! Why, Charley, you must have kept still for as
much as three minutes. I never knew you to do that before."

                                                 IDA FAY.




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FLOWERS FOR MAMMA.


OUR readers will remember a picture of this same little girl as she was
taking her doll to ride. While Dolly was taking her nap, Grace ran into
the garden again. She flitted about among the flowers, as busy as a bee,
for a few minutes. Then she came running into the house. The picture
shows what she brought back to her mamma.

                                                    JANE OLIVER.




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HAMMOCK SONG.


    HEIGH-HO, to and fro!
    How the merry breezes blow!

    Blue skies, blue eyes,
    Baby, bees, and butterflies,

    Daisies growing everywhere,
    Breath of roses in the air!

    Dollie Dimple, swing away,
    Baby darling, at your play.

                 MARY D. BRINE.




OUTWITTED.


ONE fine summer day a very hungry fox sallied out in search of his
dinner. After a while his eye rested on a young rooster, which he
thought would make a very good meal: so he lay down under a wall and hid
himself in the high grass, intending to wait until the rooster got near
enough, and then to spring on him, and carry him off.

Suddenly, however, the rooster saw him and flew, in a great fright, to
the top of the wall.

The fox could not get him there, and he knew it: so he came out from his
hiding-place, and addressed the rooster thus: "Dear me!" he cried, "how
handsomely you are dressed! I came to invite your magnificence to a
grand christening feast. The duck and the goose have promised to come,
and the turkey, though slightly ill, will try to come also.

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"You see that only those of rank are bidden to this feast, and we beg
you to adorn it with your splendid talent for music. We are to have the
most delicate little cock-chafers served up on toast, a delicious salad
of earthworms, in fact all manner of good things. Will you not return
then with me to my house?"

"Oh ho!" said the rooster, "how kind you are! What fine stories you
tell! Still I think it safest to decline your kind invitation. I am
sorry not to go to that splendid feast; but I cannot leave my wife, for
she is sitting on seven new eggs. Good-by! I hope you will relish those
earthworms. Don't come too near me, or I will crow for the dogs.
Good-by!"

                                           LEONORA, from the German.




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ROSIE AND THE PIGS.


    ROSIE was breakfasting out on the grass
    When two pigs, on a walking tour, happened to pass.
    One pig, with rude manners, came boldly in front,
    And first gave a stare, and then gave a grunt,
    As much as to say, "What is that you have got?
    Just give us a taste, my dear, out of your pot!"

                                             T.




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ZIP <DW53>.


DID you ever see a raccoon? I am going to tell you about one that was
sent from the South as a present to a lady whose name was Isabella. He
was called Zip <DW53>, and a very wise <DW53> he was.

Zip had a long, low body, covered with stiff yellowish hair. His nose
was pointed, and his eyes were bright as buttons. His paws were regular
little hands, and he used them just like hands.

He was very tame. He would climb up on Isabella's chair, and scramble to
her shoulder. Then he would comb her hair with his fingers, pick at her
ear-rings, and feel of her collar and pin and buttons.

Isabella's mother was quite ill, but sometimes was able to sit in her
chair and eat her dinner from a tray on her lap. She liked to have Zip
in her room; but, if left alone with her, Zip would jump up in the
chair behind her, and try to crowd her off. He would reach around, too,
under her arm, and steal things from her tray.

Once the cook in the kitchen heard a brisk rattling of tin pans in the
pantry. She opened the door, and there, on a shelf, was Zip. There were
two pans standing side by side. One had Indian-meal in it, and the other
nice sweet milk. In front of the pans stood Zippy.

He had scooped the meal from one pan into the milk in the other pan, and
was stirring up a pudding with all his might. He looked over his
shoulder when he heard the cook coming up behind him, and worked away
all the faster, as if to get the pudding done before he was snatched up,
and put out of the pantry.

Zip was very neat and clean. He loved to have a bowl of water and piece
of soap set down for his own use. He would take the soap in his hands,
dip it into the water, and rub it between his palms; then he would reach
all around his body, and wash himself. It was very funny to see him
reach way around, and wash his back.

One day, Isabella, not feeling well, was lying on her bed. Zippy was
playing around her in his usual way. Pretty soon he ran under the bed,
and was busy a long while reaching up, and pulling and picking at the
slats over his head. By and by he crawled out; and what do you think he
had between his teeth? A pretty little red coral ear-ring that Isabella
had lost several weeks before. Zip's bright eyes had spied it as he was
playing around under the bed. So you see Zip <DW53> did some good that
time.

When Zip grew older, he became so cross and snappish, that he had to be
chained up in the woodshed in front of his little house. On the door of
his house was printed in red letters, "Zip <DW53>: he bites."

                                                HELEN MARR.




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THE FUSS IN THE POULTRY-YARD.


THERE is no sign of a fuss to be seen in the picture. Little Ellen is
feeding a quiet old hen, and two or three younger ones are slowly coming
up to see what is going on. All is calm and serene.

But if we could look round a corner, and take a view of the other side
of the barnyard, we should see something quite exciting.

The trouble was made by three hens of foreign breed. They felt so proud
because they had big tufts on their heads, that they looked down on the
native barn-yard fowls. One old white hen they never cease to pick upon.

Now, the old white hen, although plain, was very smart. If there was a
good fat worm to be found anywhere, she was sure to scratch it up. This
was what caused the fuss.

Old Whitey scratched up a worm. Three tufted hens at once tried to take
it away from her. There was a chase all around the barnyard. Old Whitey,
with the worm in her mouth, kept the lead.

Out she dashed through an opening in the fence. Down she went, down the
hill back of the barn. The three tufted hens, like three highwaymen,
were close upon her.

Well, what was the end of it? They didn't get the worm; I can tell you
that. But there was a fight, and I can't say that poor Whitey got off
without being badly pecked.

                                                UNCLE CHARLES.

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WHAT'S UP?


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    WHY does Miss Prim;
    So stylish and slim,
    Hold up her head so high?
    What does she see?
    A bird in the tree?
    Or is it a star in the sky?

    And here is young Jane
    In bonnet so plain:
    And why is she looking up too?
    Do they seek at high noon
    For the man in the moon?
    Now, really, I wish that I knew?

                               V. W.




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MINDING MOTHER.


      "OROOK, orook, orook!"
    It is the half-grown turkeys