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THE

NURSERY

_A Monthly Magazine_

FOR YOUNGEST READERS.

VOLUME XIV.--No. 2

        BOSTON:
        JOHN L. SHOREY, No. 36, BROMFIELD STREET.
        1873.




        Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by

        JOHN L. SHOREY,

        In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.





        BOSTON:
        STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY RAND, AVERY, & CO.




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IN PROSE.

                                                    PAGE.

  Clear the Coast                                     161

  A Letter to Santa Claus                             165

  The Boy and the Nuts                                166

  Eddy's Thanksgiving                                 167

  Benny's Arithmetic Lesson                           170

  Grandpa's Boots                                     171

  What Jessie Cortrell did                            173

  The Balloon                                         178

  The Starling and the Sparrows                       181

  The Sprained Ankle                                  187


IN VERSE.

                                                    PAGE.

  Who is it?                                          164

  The Acorns                                          175

  Grandmother's Birthday                              176

  What the Cat said to the Monkey                     180

  The Tea-Party                                       185

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[Illustration: "CLEAR THE COAST."]




"CLEAR THE COAST!"


"[Illustration: C]LEAR the coast! clear the coast!" cried Albert and
Frank, as they came down hill swiftly on Frank's new sled.

"Look out for that woman!" cried little Harry, who was standing at the
top of the hill.

A poor German woman was crossing the road. She had a large basket full
of bundles, which she carried on her head. In her right hand she had an
umbrella and a tin pail, and on her arm another basket. Truly, seeing
that the roads were slippery, she had more than her share of burdens.

She tried to get out of the way; but Frank's new sled was such a swift
runner, that it came near striking her, and caused her to nearly lose
her balance, putting her at the same time into a great fright.

"You bad boys, you almost threw me down!" she exclaimed, when she
recovered from the start they had given her, and looked around to see if
she had dropped any of her bundles.

But down the hill they rushed on their sled, Frank losing his hat in
their descent, but little caring for that in his delight. The two boys,
after reaching the foot of the hill, turned, and began to drag their
sled up again.

"That woman," said Frank, "called us bad boys. Let us tell her that we
are not bad boys. We did not mean to run her down."

"Here comes Harry, running. What has he got to say?" asked Albert.

"I tell you what, boys," said Harry, "you'll be taken up if you run
people down in that way."

"Why didn't she clear the coast when I told her to?" said Albert.

"Why didn't you steer your sled out of the way?" returned Harry.

"I didn't hit her, did I?" said Albert.

"No; but you were trying to see how near you could come without hitting
her," replied Harry. "It's too bad to treat a poor old woman so!"

"So it was," said Frank. "What shall we do about it?"

"That's for Albert to say," exclaimed Harry.

"Well," replied Albert, "the right thing will be to offer to drag her
bundles for her on the sled."

"That's it!" said the other two boys.

By this time they had reached the place where the poor woman was moving
slowly along under her heavy burdens. She seemed very tired, and sighed
often as she picked her way timidly over the frozen snow.

"We are sorry we frightened you," said Albert. "We did not mean to do
any harm. Put your baskets on this sled, and we will drag them for you
as far as you want to go."

"Well, you are little gentlemen, after all," said the woman, "and I'm
sorry I was so vexed with you."

"You had cause," said Frank: "we were to blame."

Then she put her two baskets and the tin pail on the sled; and the three
boys escorted her to her home, where she thanked them heartily for the
way in which they had made amends for Albert's bad steering.

                                                  UNCLE CHARLES.

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WHO IS IT?


        SURELY a step on the carpet I hear,
        Some quiet mouse that is creeping so near.
        Two little feet mount the rung of my chair:
        True as I live, there is somebody there!
        Ten lily fingers are over my eyes,
        Trying to take me by sudden surprise;
        Then a voice, calling in merriest glee,
        "Who is it? Tell me, and you may go free."

        "Who is it? Leave me a moment to guess.
        Some one who loves me?" The voice answers, "Yes."
        "Some one who's fairer to me than the flowers,
        Brighter to me than the sunshiny hours?
        Darling, whose white little hands make me blind
        Unto all things that are dark and unkind;
        Sunshine and blossoms, and diamond and pearl,--
