[Illustration: This is little Annie Browne. ]

AUNT FANNY'S

STORY-BOOK. 

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NEW-YORK:D. APPLETON & COMPANY, BROADWAY. 

AUNT FANNY'S

STORY BOOK, FOR

LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS. 

NEW-YORK:D. APPLETON & COMPANY, 200 BROADWAY. 1853. 

ENTERED, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1849, byD. APPLETON & COMPANY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern Districtof New-York. 

CONTENTS. 

 PAGE

To the Little Girls and Boys, 5

The Christmas Party, 7

The Spider, 21

The Mischievous Boys, 26

The Brothers, 34

Annie Browne, 48

The Three Bears, 55

About Minding Quickly, 62

The Twins, 71

The Little Boy that was afraid of the Water, 80

The May Queen, 87

The Apple Dumpling, 98

The Dentist, 105

The Wig, 111

The Boys' School, 118

TO THE LITTLE GIRLS AND BOYS. 

Once on a time, there lived a little bit of a lady who had a great manynephews and nieces. She was very little indeed, so all the childrenloved her, and said she was the best little auntie in the world, andexactly the right size to play with them and tell them stories. Sometimes she told them _interesting_ stories about George Washington, and other great and good men; sometimes funny stories, about Frizzlefitsand Monsieur Pop, and sometimes she would make them nearly die laughingwith stories about the Dutchman, Hansansvanansvananderdansvaniedeneidendiesandeusan. 

At last, one day, one of her nieces said to her, "Dear Auntie, do writesome stories, and put them in a book for us to read, and keep, as longas we live. "

The little Aunt thought this was a very good plan, and _here_ are thestories, dear little children, for all of you. If you like them, justlet me know, and you shall have some more next year from

 AUNT FANNY. 

THE CHRISTMAS PARTY. 

Mr. And Mrs. Percy had seven grandchildren, all very pretty and verygood. These children did not all have the same father and mother, thatis, Mr. And Mrs. Percy's eldest son had three children, whose names wereMary, and Carry, and Thomas; and one of their daughters was married, andhad three children; their names were Willy, and Bella, and Fanny; andtheir youngest son was married and had one child. Her name was Sarah. She was the youngest of the children, and they all loved her very much, and her Grandma made a great pet of her. 

The children and their parents had been invited to eat a Christmasdinner with their Grandma, and they had been promised a little dance inthe evening. Even little Sarah was to go, and stay to the Ball, as shecalled it. They were glad; for they liked to go to their dear Grandma'svery much. 

At last Christmas came. It was a bright, frosty day; the icicles thathung from the iron railing sparkled as the sun shone upon them, and thelittle boys in the streets made sliding ponds of the gutters, and didnot mind a bit when they came down on their backs, but jumped up andtried it again; and a great many people were hurrying along with largeturkeys to cook for their Christmas dinner, and every body looked veryhappy indeed. 

After these children, about whom I am telling you, came back fromchurch, they were dressed very nicely, and although they lived in threedifferent houses, they all got to their Grandma's very nearly at thesame time. The first thing they did was to run up to their Grandma, andwish her a merry Christmas, and kiss her, and say that they hoped shefelt quite well. Then they did the same to their Grandpa and Aunties, for they had two dear, kind aunts who lived with their Grandparents. Then they all hugged and kissed each other, and jumped about so much, that some kissed noses and some kissed chins, and little Sarah wasalmost crazy with delight, for she had never been to so large a partybefore. 

"Grandma, " said Willy, "I hung up my stocking last night, and what doyou thing I got in it?"

His Grandma guessed that he got a birch rod. 

"No, " said Willy, laughing, "I got a doughnut in the shape of a monkeywith a long tail. I eat the monkey for my breakfast, and it was verygood indeed. "

The children all laughed at this, and Bella, Willy's sister, who was theoldest of all the children, said she thought Willy had a monkey _look_about him. So he went by the name of the monkey-eater for the rest ofthe day. 

Soon the bell rang for dinner, and they all went down stairs; for thechildren and grown people were to dine together. It was now quite dark, and the gas chandelier that hung over the table was lighted, thecurtains were drawn close, the fire burnt brightly, and the table-clothwas so white and fine that it looked like satin. 

The happy party sat down at a large round table, and the children's eyeslooked so bright and their cheeks so rosy, that it was the pleasantestsight in the world to see. Little Sarah could not help having a greatmany little laughs all to herself. She could not keep them in. She wasonly four years old, so you may suppose she could not look very graveand stiff on such a delightful occasion. 

When Willy saw his little cousin Sarah trying to hide her sparklingeyes, and her funny little laugh behind her mother's arm, he felt justas if somebody was tickling him. So he pinched his lips together verytight indeed, and cast his eyes up to the ceiling, and tried to look asgrave as a judge. But it would not do; he burst out into such a fit oflaughing, that every body else laughed too, and it was a long timebefore they could get their faces straight enough to eat their dinner. 

Would you like to know what they had for dinner? Well, I will tell you. After their Grandpa had asked a blessing, they had some very nice soup. The children did not care for soup. Then they had a fish stuffed withall sorts of things, and stewed, and the grown people said the fish wasvery nice; but the little ones did not care for that either. Then theyhad some roast beef and a boiled turkey with oysters. The children alltook turkey; Willy asked for a drum-stick, and his cousin Mary said hewanted it to beat the monkey he eat in the morning. Bella chose amerry-thought; little Sarah liked a hug-me-fast; Carry took awishing-bone; Thomas said he would have the other drum-stick to helpbeat the monkey, and Fanny thanked her Grandma for a wing, so that shecould fly away when the beating of the monkey took place. 

But this was not half the good things, for they afterwards had somedelicious game, such as partridges, and woodcocks, and some friedoysters. All this pleased the grown people most. The children savedtheir appetites for the dessert. Well, after this the cloth was takenoff, and under that was another table-cloth just as white and fine asthe first. 

Then came something that was quite astonishing. What do you think itwas? It was a great plum-pudding all on fire! it blazed away terribly, and Willy thought they had better send for the fire-engines to put itout; but it was blown out very easily, and the children each had a verysmall piece, because it was too rich to eat much of, and their parentsdid not wish them to get sick. 

After that there came ice-cream, and jellies, and sweetmeats, that wereperfectly delicious; and then the other white cloth was taken off, andunder that was a beautiful red one. Then the servants put on the tablewhat the children liked best of all, and that was a dish of finemottoes, and oranges and grapes and other nice fine fruits. 

The children sent the mottoes to each other, and had a great deal ofsport. Some one sent Willy this:

 "Oh William, William, 'tis quite plain to see That all your life, you will a monkey be. "

He thought his cousin Mary had sent it, because he saw that she wastrying very hard to look grave--so he sent this to her:

 "Dear Mary, you are too severe, You are too bad, I do declare; Your motto has upset me quite, I shan't get over it to-night. "

Mary laughed when she read it, and said she had been just as cruel toThomas, for she had sent him this--

 "The rose is red, the violet blue, The grass is green and so are you. "

They had a good laugh at Thomas, but as he laughed as hard as any one, it did no harm. Little Sarah had a great many mottoes. Her Mamma readthem to her, and it pleased her very much. She said it was a very niceplay, but she was tired with sitting such a long time at table, so herMother let her slip down from her chair. 

Very soon all the rest got up, and went up stairs in the parlor. Butwhat was that in the middle of the room? It seemed to be a large tablecovered all over with a cloth. What could it be? Willy said, "Grandma, that table looks as if something was on it;" and little Sarah said, "Grandma, I guess Santa Claus has been here. "

"Yes, dear children, " said their Grandma, "Santa Claus has been here, and this time he looked very much like your Grandpa. He will be up soon, and then we will see what is on the table. "

Oh how the children did wish to peep! They could not look at any thingelse; they danced and jumped round the table, and were in a great hurryfor their Grandpa. In a few minutes he came into the room, and all thechildren ran up to him and said, "Dear Grandpa, do let us see what youhave got on the table. "

He smiled, and went to the table and took the cloth off. The childrenwere so astonished that they could not say a single word; the table wascovered with beautiful things, and under it was something that lookedlike a little red-brick house. 

"Well, " said their kind Grandpa, "my dear children, you did not thinkyou were going to be treated to such a fine show as this; you may go upto the table, and see if you can find out who they are for. " Thechildren gathered round the table, and Willy took from the top a finebrig with all her sails set, and colors flying. His eyes sparkled whenhe saw written on a slip of paper which lay on the deck, these words;"For my dear Willy. " The children clapped their hands, and nothing washeard, but "How beautiful!" "What a fine ship!" "It is a brig of war, "said Willy: "only look at the little brass guns on her deck! thank you, dear Grandpa; it will shoot all the enemies of America! What is the nameof my ship?"

"Her name is painted on her stern, " said his Grandpa. Willy looked andsaw that she was called the "Louisa. " He blushed, and looked very funny, and the other children laughed, for Willy knew a very pretty littlegirl, whose name was Louisa, and he liked her very much; and that waswhat made them laugh when they heard the name. 

After they had all admired the brig, they went back to the table, andthere were two beautiful books, full of engravings or pictures, one forBella and one for Mary; and next to these was a large wax doll for Carryand another for Fanny. Carry's doll was dressed in blue satin, with awhite satin hat and a lace veil, and Fanny's doll was dressed in pinksatin with a black velvet hat and feathers--their eyes opened and shut, and they had beautiful faces. 

How delighted the little girls were! They hugged their dolls to theirlittle breasts, and then ran to hug and kiss their Grandpa. Carry said, "My dolly's name shall be Rose;" and Fanny said, "My dolly's name shallbe Christmas, because I got her on Christmas day. "

Well I must hurry and tell you the rest, for I am afraid my story isgetting too long. Thomas found for him a splendid menagerie, and all theanimals made noises like real animals. There were roaring lions, andyelling tigers, and laughing hyenas, and braying asses, and chatteringmonkeys, and growling bears, and many other wild beasts. Oh how pleasedThomas was, and all the children!

Little Sarah did nothing but jump up and down and say, "So many things!So many things! I never saw so many things!"

But who was to have the little house under the table, I wonder? Therewas a little piece of paper sticking out of the chimney, and Sarahpulled it out and carried it to her Grandpa. He took her up in his armsand read it to her. What was written on it was, "A baby-house for mylittle darling Sarah. "

"Why, I guess this must be for you, " said he. 

"Yes, it is for me, " said the little girl; "my name is Sarah, and itmust be for me. "

Her Grandpa put her down, and led her to the table. He drew the littlehouse out, and opened it. The whole front of the house opened, andthere, inside, were two rooms; one was a parlor, and one a bed-room. Thechildren all cried out, "What a fine baby-house! Look at thecentre-table, and the red velvet chairs; and only see the elegantcurtains! Oh dear! how beautiful it is!"

Little Sarah did not say a word. She stood before the baby-house withher hands stretched out, and jumped up and down, her eyes shining likediamonds. She was too much pleased to speak. She looked so funny jumpingup and down all the time, that she made Willy laugh again, and thenevery body laughed. 

At last she said, "There is a young lady sitting in the chair with a redsash on. I think she wants to come out. "

"Well, you may take her out, " said her Grandpa. So Sarah took the younglady out, and then took up the chairs and sofa, one by one, and smoothedthe velvet, and looked at the little clock on the mantelpiece, andopened the little drawers of the bureau; and then putting them down, shebegan to jump again. 

There was never such a happy party before. The children hardly wished todance, they were so busy looking at their presents. But after a littlewhile they had a very nice dance. One of their aunts played for them;she played so well, and kept such nice time, that it was quite apleasure to hear her. 

It was now quite late, and little Sarah had fallen fast asleep on thesofa, with the young lady out of the baby-house clasped tight to herlittle bosom. So they wrapped her up, doll and all, in a great shawl, and the rest put on their nice warm coats and cloaks; and after a greatdeal of hugging and kissing, they got into the carriages with theirparents, and went home happy and delighted. 

Thus ended this joyful Christmas day. 

THE SPIDER. 

Little Harry was afraid of spiders. He would scream and run to get intohis Mother's lap, if he saw the least spider in the world. 

The reason he was so afraid was, that his nurse, when he was a verylittle fellow, had told him very often, that if he did not go to sleep, she would catch a spider and put it on him. Now this was very wickedindeed in the nurse, and when his Mother found out that she had beentelling Harry this, she was very angry, and sent her directly out of thehouse. 

Harry's Mother had tried very hard to cure him of his foolish fearsabout spiders; but he did not get over them, and they often made himmiserable. 

One day Harry went with his Mother to visit a friend. This lady had alittle daughter about two years old, a very pretty and good-humoredchild. She was sitting on the carpet when Harry came in, playing with alittle woolly dog and making it bark. She knew Harry, for he had beenthere before with his Mother. So she held the dog out to him and said, "Tum here, Henny. " She could not speak plain, and what she said soundedvery funny. 

Harry sat down on the carpet by her, and took the dog, and made it say, "bow wow wow!"

Little Mary laughed and clapped her hands, and said, "Do it aden, Henny. "

So Harry pressed the spring again, and made the dog say, "bow wow wow, "when just as he was going to give it back to little Mary, she stoopeddown, and cried, "Look, look, Henny, what a pretty little 'pider, onlysee the little 'pider. "

Harry threw down the dog, and began to scream with all his might. Heran to his Mother and hid his face on her shoulder, and cried, "Take itaway! Oh take it away!"

All this time little Mary had been looking at him with surprise. She didnot cry, for she was not afraid of the poor spider. It was of the kindthat children call a 'daddy long-legs, ' and Mary thought it was veryfunny to see it straddling over the carpet, trying to get away as fastas it could. 

"Oh Harry! for shame, " said his Mother; "why, which is the biggest--thespider or you? Only see--little Mary is laughing at you. "

Henry raised his head from his Mother's shoulder, and looked at Mary. Hestopped crying, and began to feel ashamed. He saw the spider crawlingover little Mary's frock, and she sat quite still, and let it go justwhere it wanted to go. His Mother said to him, "Go, Harry, and count thelong legs of the spider, and see if you can find his mouth--it cannothurt you. "

But Harry trembled, and said he did not want to go near it, he would nottouch it for any thing. His Mother was not angry with him, for she knewhe had tried to overcome his fears, and he could not help them; she knewit was the fault of the wicked nurse, who had made him suffer all thispain. So she took his hand and wiped the tears from his cheeks, and wenthome with him. 

As Harry grew older, he was not so much afraid of spiders, but he nevercould bear to see one near him; even when he was a great boy of fourteenor fifteen years, he would get away from a spider as fast as he could. He knew it was foolish, and tried to overcome his fears, but he nevergot entirely over them. 

Parents cannot be too watchful or careful about their nurses, forsometimes a thoughtless or wicked nurse, will do worse things to a childthan Harry's nurse did to him. If parents would forbid nurses when theyare first employed from saying or doing the least thing to frightentheir children, many a poor little victim would be saved a great deal ofpresent and future misery. 

THE MISCHIEVOUS BOYS. 

"Horace, come up stairs with, me into Uncle James's room, " said Edwardone day to his brother. 

Horace took hold of Edward's hand, and they ran up stairs together. Whenthey got into their Uncle's room, they shut the door. There was nobodyin the room but the two little boys; so Edward thought it was a finechance to do some mischief. He began to open all the drawers, and lookat the things that were in them; he took out a bottle that was full ofcologne water, and calling Horace to him, he poured it all out, some ofit on his brother's hair and some on his own. Their hair was all wetwith the cologne, and it ran down their faces. 

After he had done this, he saw a pair of scissors in the same drawer. 

"Sit down, Horace, " said he, "and I will cut your hair for you: it wantscutting very much. "

Horace was a little fellow; he was only three years old; but Edward wassix years old, and knew better than to be doing all this mischief. 

Horace sat down and Edward cut his hair all over. He cut bunches out indifferent parts, close to his head, and made it look frightful, but hesaid, "Dear me! how nice you look! now _you_ cut _my_ hair. "

So Horace cut Edward's hair, and almost cut off his ears, and hardlyleft any hair on his head. 

After that, this naughty boy Edward took his Uncle's best coat out ofthe drawer and put it on. The tails of the coat dragged on the ground, and it made Horace laugh very much to see his brother marching round, with the tails of the coat dragging on the ground. 

When he was tired of wearing the coat, he took it off. He did not putit back in the drawer, but threw it on the floor, where all the hairwas, that he and his brother had cut. 

Presently he ran to the wash-stand. He lifted the pitcher. It was fullof water, and very heavy, and he spilled some of the water on thecarpet. Then he poured out the water into the slop-jar, which stood bythe side of the wash-stand, and in doing it, he spilled the water allround the outside of the slop-jar and wet the carpet. 

Did you ever hear of such a naughty boy before? But this is not half asbad as what I am now going to tell you. 

Little Horace had done just as he saw his brother do--for little boyswill always follow the example of their older brothers. If any littleboy reads this, that has a brother younger than himself, I hope he willremember this, and try to set his little brother a good example. 

Well, as I was telling you, Horace opened the drawer of the wash-stand, and took out a box of tooth-powder, and then he got a glove out ofanother drawer, and then he wet the glove and dipped it in thetooth-powder. Some of the powder stuck to the glove, and with this hebegan to rub the brass tops of the tongs and poker. 

"Only see, Edward, " cried he, "how nice this cleans the brass! I amrubbing it, just as I saw Jenny do, and I am making it look so clean andbright! don't it make it bright, Edward?"

"Oh yes! very bright, " said Edward, "but only look here, what I havefound! a beautiful razor! oh my! how sharp it is! Uncle James shaveswith it every morning. I'll tell you a first-rate play, Horace. I willbe a barber, and you shall come to me to be shaved. You know I will onlymake believe; I won't _really_ shave you. "

"Oh that will be fine, " said Horace, throwing down the tooth-powder, "that will be fine! Put some soap on my face, brother. "

"Yes, " said Edward, "I will make a great lot of soap-suds, and put itall over your face. Oh! won't it be nice? won't it be a grand play?"

So saying, he got out the shaving-brush, and dipped it into the waterthat was in the slop-jar, and rubbed it on the soap, till he had made agreat lather. He called it soap-suds, and then he put it all overHorace's face with the brush, and made him look like a fright. 

Then this naughty boy took the sharp and shining razor, and began toshave the soap off his face. At first he only took the soap off, but thenext time he took off a piece of the skin from Horace's face. 

The little boy said, "Oh, Edward! you hurt me. I don't want to be shavedany more! It isn't a good play at all!"

"Don't be a coward, " said Edward; "it always hurts to be shaved; come, let me do it once more. "

Horace was not afraid of a little pain, and he did not like to becalled a coward. He believed what his brother told him. So he held uphis face, and Edward began again to scrape off the lather; but this timeHorace moved just as he put the razor on his face, and it took the skinall off of his cheek. 

It began to bleed terribly, and smarted so much, that Horace screamed, and ran out of the room, and down stairs into the kitchen where hisMother was. 

She was very much frightened when she saw the little boy with his facecovered with blood and lather, and cried, "What is the matter with you, my child? What have you been doing?"

"Oh, Mamma!" said he, crying bitterly, "Edward has been shaving me, andI am all cut to pieces--Oh! how it hurts me--will it kill me, Mamma?"

His Mother got some water quickly and washed his face. She saw that hewas very much cut. She was very sorry indeed, and tied up his face, anddid every thing she could think of, to relieve the pain. But it hurt himvery much all that day and the next. 

When Edward came down stairs, he was afraid to come where his Motherwas, because he knew he had been a very naughty boy, and he was sure shewould punish him. So he went and hid himself under the bed. 

His Mother called, "Edward! Edward!" but he was afraid to come. So shehad to hunt for him, and found him all curled up as small as possibleunder the bed. 

"Come out instantly, " said his Mother. 

Edward crept out and began to cry, and beg his Mother not to punish him, but his Mother said:

"Edward, you knew you were doing wrong when you got your uncle's razorsto play with, and if I do not punish you, you will always be doingmischief, and grow up to be a very bad man. "

So his Mother took a birch-rod out of the closet, and gave Edward a verysevere whipping; so severe that he remembered it for a long time, andalthough after a great while he forgot, and sometimes was tempted to dowrong, he never wanted to play barber again, or make believe shave anybody with a razor. 

THE BROTHERS. 

One day Henry came bounding home from school, his face beaming with joy. He was head of his class, and he held fast in his hand a fine silvermedal, which had been awarded to him for good behavior. 

"Oh!" said he to himself as he ran along, "how happy this will make mydear Mother. I know she will kiss me; perhaps she will kiss me five orsix times, and call me her dear, dear boy. Oh! how I love my Mother. "

He ran up the steps of the house where he lived as he said this, andpulled the bell very hard, for he was in a great hurry. His Fatheropened the door. "Hush! Henry, " said he, "come in very softly, yourMother is very sick. "

"My Mother! Dear Father, what is the matter with her? May I go in to herif I will step very softly?"

"No, " said his Father, "you must not see her now; you must be very stillindeed. I see, my dear boy, that you have been rewarded for good conductin school; I am glad that I have so good a son. And now, Henry, I knowyou love your Mother so much, that you will promise me to be very still, and wait patiently until she is able to see you. " As he said this, hedrew Henry close to him, and smoothed down his long curling hair, andkissed his cheek. 

Henry threw his arms around his Father's neck, and promised him, andthen putting away his medal, he went softly on tiptoe up to hisplay-room, and shutting the door, began to work on a sloop that he wasrigging. He did not get on very fast, for he could not help thinking ofhis dear Mother, and wishing he could see her. She had hemmed all thesails of the sloop for him, and he was going to name it the "Eliza, "after her. 

The next morning, Susan, the old nurse, knocked very early at the doorof the room where Henry slept. "Master Henry, " said she, "what do youthink happened last night?"

"What did?" said Henry, sitting up in the bed; "is my Mother better?"

"Yes, she is better, " replied Susan, "but do guess what has come. Something that you have wished for very often. Something you can playwith, and take care of, and love more than you love your dog Hector. "

"Is it alive?" said Henry. 

"Yes, " replied Susan, "it is alive, and in your mother's room. "

"Can it be a brother, a real live brother?" cried Henry, jumping out ofbed, and running up to Susan. 

"Yes, it is a brother, a real live brother, " said Susan, laughing. 

"I've got a brother, I've got a brother, a real brother!" shouted Henry, running up and down the room, clapping his hands, jumping over thechairs, and making a terrible noise, for in his joy he hardly knew whathe was about. 

"Oh hush, Master Henry!" said Susan. "What a crazy little fellow! YourMother is still very ill. Now dress yourself quickly and quietly, andyou shall see your little brother. "

Henry trembled with joy, and in his haste he put his feet into the armsof his jacket, and his arms into the legs of his trousers; but after awhile he managed to get them on right, and though he washed his face andhands in a minute, and brushed his hair with the back of the brush, yethe did not look so bad as you might suppose. 

He went very softly into his Mother's room. It was darkened, and hecould not see very well. He went up to the side of the bed. His Mothersmiled and said, "Come here, my son. " Her face was pale, but it had avery happy look, for in her arms, sweetly sleeping, was the littlebrother that Henry had longed for. He had a sister, who was nearly hisown age, but he had always wished for a brother, and the brother hadcome at last. 

"Dear Mother, may I help you take care of my little brother?" saidHenry; "you know I am strong enough to hold him. I would not let himfall for the world. "

"Yes, dear boy, " replied his Mother, "when he is a little older, I shallhave a great deal of comfort in trusting this dear little brother withyou. It is more necessary now than ever, my son, that you should tryalways to be good, and to set a good example before your brother. Hewill be sure to do just as you do. If you are a good boy, you will be agood man; and how happy you will be, when you are grown up, to thinkthat your good example will have made your brother a good boy, and agood man too. Now kiss me, and go get your breakfast. "

Henry kissed his Mother, and told her of his good conduct in school, atwhich she was very glad, and then stooping down, he kissed the softcheek of the little sleeping baby, and went gently out of the room. 

In a few weeks, his Mother got quite well, and Charles (that was thebaby's name) began to laugh and play with his brother. Henry was neverso happy as when he was with Charles. He always put him to sleep atnight. The dear little fellow would clasp his little hand tight roundone of Henry's fingers, and fall to sleep in his bed, while his brothersang to him. 

One day when Charles was about four years old, he said, "Dear brother, will you ride me on your back?" Henry was very busy just then; he wasmaking a bow and arrow. He looked down, and saw a sweet little face, andtwo bright blue eyes, looking at him, and saying as plainly as eyescould say, "Do, dear brother. " So he said, "Yes, Charley, I will, if youwill help me to put away my things. " Charles ran about, and helpedHenry put his play-room in nice order, and then climbing on his back, and holding fast to a ribbon, for a bridle, which Henry held between histeeth, he gave him a little tap on the shoulder, and crying "Get up, oldfellow, " away they went around the room, Henry galloping so hard, thatCharles bounced about almost as much as if he was on a real pony. 

"Let us go in the parlors, they are a great deal larger, " said Charles;"do, dear brother. "

"I am afraid it would not be right, " replied Henry; "we may breaksomething. Mother has said that we had better never play there. "

"But we will be so careful, " said the little boy; "we can play circus sonice. I _want_ to go in the parlor. "

Henry's Father and Mother had gone out riding, so he could not ask leaveto play in the parlors. He was almost sure it was wrong to go there, buthe wanted to gratify his brother; so promising himself to be verycareful, he trotted down stairs into the parlor, with Charles on hisback. At first he went slowly round the two rooms, but Charles began towhip his horse and cry, "Get up, old boy, you are getting lazy. Youshall be a race-horse--you shall be Boston. Now go faster, faster; goround the room like lightning. "

So round he went, fast and faster, shaking his head, and taking greatjumps, and kicking his legs up behind, with Charley holding on, laughingand screaming with delight, till alas! sad to tell, his elbow brushedagainst a beautiful and costly vase, which stood upon a little table, knocked it off, and broke it into a hundred pieces. 

Henry stopped short, and let Charles slide down from his back. He lookedat the broken vase, and then at his brother, and Charles looked atHenry, and then at the pieces on the floor. 

"It is all broken, " said he. "It can't be mended at all, can it, brother?"

"No, it is past mending, " said Henry; "and the first thing we must dowill be to tell Mother. "

"Oh no!" said the little boy, "I am afraid to tell her. "

"We must never be afraid to tell the truth, dear Charley. I will set youa good example. You shall never learn to tell a lie from me. " Henry hadalways remembered what his Mother had said to him, the very first timehe ever saw his little brother; and very often, when he was tempted tobe naughty, or get in a passion, the words "Your brother will do just asyou do, " would seem to come from his heart, and he would conquer hispassion. 

In a few moments the boys heard the wheels of the carriage. Henry wentto the hall door, and opened it. He held Charles by the hand. He had tohold him pretty tight, for Charles tried to get away. His face was pale. He waited until his Mother got out of the carriage and came up thesteps--and taking hold of her hand and looking up in her face, he saidin a firm voice, "Mother, I have broken your vase. "

"And I too, " said the little boy, "and it is broken all to pieces. "

Henry was glad to hear his little brother say this, and oh! how happy itmade him feel, to think that he had learned to speak the truth from him. 

Their Mother kissed them both and said, "My darling boys, I am rejoicedthat you are not afraid to speak the truth. I would rather lose twentyvases than have you tell a lie; but you knew it was wrong to play in theparlors, did you not?"

"Yes, dear Mother, it was wrong, and I knew it was, " replied Henry. "Iwill submit to any punishment you think right. I ought to haveremembered that you advised us not to go there. "

"If you think you ought to be punished, " said his Mother, "Charley shallgo to bed to-night without your singing to him. This will make you bothremember. Is that right?"

"Yes, dear Mother, " said Henry; but he looked very sorry; and littleCharles made up a long face, for he loved his brother so much, that hecould not bear to think that he must go to sleep without holding hisfinger and hearing him sing. 

When bed-time came, Charley wanted to beg his Mother to think of someother punishment for him. He wanted his dear brother so much. He lookedat Henry, but Henry said, "Good-night, little fellow. We deserve this. Come!--one night will soon be over. Now, let us see how well you canbehave;" and he gave him a smile, and a kiss so full of love, that thelittle fellow put his lips tight together, and marched off to bedwithout a tear. It was pretty hard to do it, but he had this kindbrother to set him a good example, and he was determined to be as good aboy as Henry. 

Not many weeks after this, poor little Charles was taken sick. He wasvery sick indeed, and every day he grew worse. The doctor did all hecould for him, and Henry staid with him night and day, and would hardlytake any rest. He gave him all his medicine, and sang to him very oftenwhen he was in pain. But Charles did not get any better, and at last, the doctor said that he could not make him well--the little boy mustdie. 

When Henry heard this, the tears burst from his eyes, and he sobbed out, "Oh my brother! Oh my brother! I cannot part with you, my littleprecious brother. "

The poor little fellow had become so weak and thin that he couldscarcely lift his hands from the bed where he lay. 

The last night came. He knew that he would not live many hours, for hisdear Mother had told him so; and now she told him, that as he had alwaystried to be a good boy, he would go to Heaven, and Jesus would take himinto his bosom, and love him, and keep him, until they came to him. 

His little pale face grew bright. "Dear Mother, " said he, "will Jesuslet my brother come to me? I want my brother in Heaven. Come here closeto me, " said he to Henry. His brother leaned his face down close to thelittle boy's face, and helped him clasp his arms around his neck, andthen he whispered, in a soft weak voice, "Do not cry, dear brother, donot cry any more. I will pray to Jesus, to let you come very soon andsing me to sleep in Heaven. "

These were the last words he spoke, for his breath grew shorter andshorter, and soon after his little hand dropped away from his brother's, and he was dead. 

His Father had him buried in Greenwood Cemetery. 

It was in the summer time that he died, and his brother Henry planted awhite rose-bush at the foot of the little grave, and a red rose-bush atthe head, and often in the pleasant summer afternoons he would go aloneto Greenwood, and sit upon little Charley's grave, and think how hemight now be praying for him in Heaven. 

Henry is now a man. He was always a good boy. He is now a good man; andalthough many years have passed since he lost his little brother, hegoes every summer to Greenwood to visit his grave; and the tears alwayscome into his eyes when he speaks of him, and tells that littleCharley's last words were, that he would pray to Jesus to let hisdarling brother come soon, and sing him to sleep in Heaven. 

ANNIE BROWNE. 

Little Annie Browne was an only child, that is, her parents had nolittle boys at all, and only this one little girl; so you may be surethey loved this little girl very much indeed, and were all the timedoing every thing to make her happy. Now I wonder if the dear littleboy, or girl, who is reading this, can guess the means that Annie'sFather and Mother took to make her happy. 

Did they give her plenty of candy? No. Did they buy new play things forher every day? No. Did they take her very often to the Museum, or theCircus, or the Menagerie? No. This was not the way. I will tell you whatthey did; and I will tell you what Annie did, for one whole day, whenshe was about five years old, and that will give you a very good ideaof the way they took to make her _good_, for then she was _sure_ to be_happy_. 

Well, one day Annie woke up very early in the morning, and, sitting upin her little bed, which was close by the side of her Mamma's, she firstrubbed her eyes, and than she looked all round the room, and saw anarrow streak of bright light on the wall. It was made by the sunshining through a crack in the shutter. She began to sing softly thislittle song, that she had learned in school--

 "What is it shines so very bright, That quick dispels the dusky night? It is the sun, the sun, Shedding around its cheerful light--- It is the sun, the sun. "

Presently she looked round again, and saw her Mamma sleeping. She saidin her soft little voice--"Mamma, Mamma, good morning, dear Mamma. "

But her Mamma did not wake up. Then she crept over her to where her Papawas sleeping, and said--

"Papa, Papa, good morning, dear Papa. "

But her Papa was too fast asleep to hear her. So she gave her Papa alittle kiss on the end of his nose, and laid gently down between them. 

In a few minutes, her Papa woke up, and said--

"Why! what little monkey is this in the bed?" which made Annie laughvery much. She then jumped out of bed, and put on her stockings andshoes herself, as all little boys and girls of five years old ought, andput on her clothes; and her Mamma, who was now awake, fastened them, andbrushed her hair nicely, and washed her face and hands. After that, shesaid some little prayers, that her Mamma had taught her--and then randown stairs, singing as gay as a lark, and dancing as light as a fairy. 

After breakfast, her Mamma got her school basket, (it was a cunninglittle basket, ) and put in it a nice slice of bread and butter, and apeach, and gave her a little bouquet of flowers to present to herteacher, whom little Annie loved dearly; and then her Mamma said, "Goodbye, my darling, " and Annie made her such a funny little curtsey, thatshe nearly tumbled over, and off she went to school with her Papa, whoalways saw her safe to the door. 

Annie staid in school from nine o'clock until two. When she came home, her Mother kissed her, and said--

"Have you been a good little girl in school to-day?"

"I think I have, " said Annie; "Miss Harriet said that I was verydiligent. What is diligent, Mamma?"

"To be diligent, my dear, " answered her Mamma, "means to study yourlesson all the time, without thinking of play, or any thing else, untilyou know it perfectly. "

Annie said she was glad it meant such good things, and added, "Mamma, will you play I am a lady, coming to see you, if you are not too busy?"

Her Mamma said she would. So Annie got her two dollys. One was a verypretty wax doll, with eyes that could open and shut. Her name was Emily;and the other was not wax, but was larger. Her name was Augusta. She puton their hats and visites, and dressed herself in an old hat, with agreen veil, and came near her Mamma, and made believe ring a bell, andsaid, "Ting a ling, ting a ling. "

"Come in, " said her Mamma. 

Little Annie shook hands with her Mamma, and said, "How do you do, Mrs. Browne?"

"Thank you, I am very well, " said her Mamma. "Take a seat, my dear Mrs. Frisby, " that was Annie's name. "How are your children, Mrs. Frisby?"

"Oh! they are very sick, " answered Annie; "one has the toothache, andthe other has a little square hole in the back of her head, and it hasmade her head ache. "

"Dear me, Mrs. Frisby, " said her Mamma, "I am very sorry to hear it; youought to go to the doctor with them. "

Then Annie pretended to go to the doctor, and she took out of the drawera little bit of sugar for medicine. She eat the medicine up herself, andsaid that it had done the dollys a great deal of good. In this pleasantway she amused herself until dinner time. 

After dinner, her Papa and Mamma took her to Union Park, as it waspleasant; and there Annie jumped the rope with other little girls, orrolled a great hoop. She could roll the hoop very well. 

Then she came skipping home, and had her tea; and after that her Motherundressed her and heard her say her prayers, and kissed her for goodnight; and she jumped into bed, and in a moment was fast asleep. Don'tyou think Annie was a happy little girl? _I_ think she was, for all herdays passed in this pleasant manner. Some other time, perhaps, I willtell you more about little Annie Browne. 

THE THREE BEARS. 

Laura and Fanny came one Saturday to spend the day with theirGrandmamma. The moment they got into the house, little Laura ran to thebook-case, to get a book to read; and Fanny asked for a needle andthread, and began to sew up a corner of the red cloth that was on thework-table. 

Both these little girls were very fond of coming to see theirGrandmamma, and she liked to have them come; for they gave her notrouble, and were very good and polite to every body. 

Pretty soon Laura said, "Oh, dear! this is not a very interesting book, I am tired of reading it. I wonder where Aunt Fanny is. I believe Iwill go find her, and get her to tell me a story. "

"A story!" said Fanny, "then I will go too. " So she stuck her needle inher work, and they both ran out of the room. 

They found their Aunt Fanny in the next room. She was sitting at herwriting-desk, writing a letter. 

"Oh, Auntie!" said Laura, coming up to the desk, "how much you havewritten; I am sure you must be tired. Suppose you stop a little while, and rest yourself by telling us a story. "

Her Aunt laughed, and said that was a very clever way of getting a storyout of her, and asked the children what kind of a story they would like. 

"I like a fairy tale, " said little Fanny. 

"And I like a ghost story, " said Laura. "I think a ghost story is greatfun, for I never believe a word of it. "

"But you know I never tell ghost stories, " replied her Aunt; "they arevery silly things. I will tell you a story about three bears, which Iread a long while ago. I do not remember it exactly, but I think I canmake it do for you. "

"Oh, yes! yes!" cried the children, "three bears!--that will be funny Iknow. "

So their kind Aunt laid down her pen, and took little Fanny upon herlap, and told Laura to get a bench and sit by her side, and commencedher story. [A]

[Footnote A: This story should be read aloud. When the reader comes tothe "great big bear, " or to any thing he says or does, he (the reader)should read in a loud gruff voice; all about the "middling sized bear, "in the ordinary voice; and all about the "tiny bit of a bear, " in a highsmall squeaking voice. ]

"Once upon a time there were three bears, that lived in a thick wood. One was a GREAT BIG BEAR, one a MIDDLING SIZED BEAR, and the third _atiny bit of a bear_. The GREAT BIG BEAR lived in a GREAT BIG HOUSE; theMIDDLING SIZED BEAR lived in a MIDDLING SIZED HOUSE; and the _tiny bitof a bear_ lived in _a little speck of a house_; and the houses wereclose together. 

"Well, one day the bears went off to take a walk; and, while they weregone, a little ragged dirty old woman came through the wood. All atonce, she spied the three houses; so she hobbled up to see who lived inthem. First she went into the great big bear's house, and there she sawa great big bowl of porridge on the table. She tasted it. It was a greatdeal too hot. Then she came out of the house, and went into the middlingsized bear's house, and there she saw a middling sized bowl of porridge. So she tasted it, and found it was a little to hot. She came out, andwent into the tiny bit of a bear's house, and there she saw a littlemite of a bowl of porridge. She tasted it, and it was just right, so thelittle ragged dirty old woman eat it all up. Then she went up stairs andlaid down on the tiny bit of a bear's bed, and was very soon fastasleep. 

"By and by, the bears came home. The great big bear went into his house, and looked on the table. Then he said, in a tremendous voice--

"'Somebody has been at my bowl of porridge. '

"The middling sized bear went into his house, and, looking on the table, he said in a middling sized voice--

"'Somebody has been at my bowl of porridge. '

"Then the tiny bit of a bear went into his house, and, looking on thetable, he said, in a little squeaking voice--

"'Somebody has been at my bowl of porridge, and eat it all up. '

"Oh, how angry he was. He went to the door, and called the other bears, and they all three went up stairs together, to search for the thief; andthere they found the thief, in the shape of the little ragged dirty oldwoman that was fast asleep, and snoring like a trumpeter, on the bed. The great big bear went and stood at the head of the bed; the middlingsized bear went and stood at the middle of the bed; and the tiny bit ofa bear went and stood at the foot of the bed. Then the great big bearsaid--

"'Who is this in the bed?'

"The middling sized bear said--

"'It looks like a dirty old woman. '

"'And there's some of my porridge sticking on her lips, ' said the tinybit of a bear. As he said this, the old woman awoke, and opened hereyes. 

"When she saw the bears, she was frightened almost out of her wits; soshe started up, and jumped right out of the window, that was close tothe bed, and ran off with all her might and main. Then the bears tumbleddown stairs head over heels, pell-mell, and rushed out of the house, tocatch her and eat her up; but they were so fat, they could not run asfast as she could; so the little ragged dirty old woman got off, allout of breath, but safe and sound. "

"What did the tiny bit of a bear do for his dinner?" asked Fanny. 

"He had to suck his paws, I suppose, " answered her Aunt; "but I do notknow, for that was the end of the story. "

The children had laughed very much at this story, because their Aunt hadtold it to them in a way that made it very amusing. They thanked her, and said they hoped she would tell it to them again, the next Saturday. She promised she would, and told them to run off, as she wanted tofinish her letter. So the little girls went off, and spent the rest ofthe day in various ways, taking care not to be troublesome or noisy; andwhen they went home, they told their Mother, as well as they could, thefunny story of the three bears. 

ABOUT MINDING QUICKLY. 

Emma was one day sitting by the fire, on a little bench. She was tryingto cut a mouse out of a piece of paper. She had a pair of scissors, withround ends. Her Mother had given her these scissors for her own, becausethey were safer for her to use than scissors with pointed ends. 

Presently her Mother said, "Come here to me, Emma. "

"Wait a minute, Mother, " said Emma. 

"Do you know, " said her Mother, "that it was naughty for you to saythat?"

"Why, you can wait a _little_ minute, " said Emma; "I am very busy. Don'tyou see that I am making a mouse?"

"Emma, " replied her Mother, "do you know that I ought to punish you, because you do not mind?"

"I am coming right away, " cried Emma, dropping her scissors and herpaper mouse, and running up to her Mother. 

Her Mother took her up on her lap, and said, "My little girl, this will_never_ do. You must learn to come at once when you are called; you_must_ obey quickly. If you continue in this very naughty habit of notminding until you are told to do a thing two or three times, you willgrow up a very disagreeable girl, and nobody will love you. "

Emma looked up mournfully into her Mother's face, and said, "Mother, Iwill try to do better. "

She was a good-tempered child, and was seldom cross or sullen; but shehad this one bad habit, and it was a very bad habit indeed--she waitedto be told twice, and sometimes oftener, and many times she made herkind Mother very unhappy. 

For a few days after this Emma remembered what her Mother had said toher, and always came the first time she was called. She came pleasantly, for it is very important to mind pleasantly, and did every thing she wastold to do right away, and her Mother loved her dearly, and hoped shewas quite cured of her naughty ways. 

But I am very sorry to have to say that a time came when Emma entirelyforgot her promise. You shall hear how it happened. 

One morning Emma's Mother said to her, "Emma, it is time for you to getup, and put on your stockings and shoes. "

Emma did not move. She lay with her eyes wide open, watching a fly onthe wall, that was scrubbing his thin wings with his hind legs. 

"Did you hear me, Emma? Put on your stockings and shoes. "

Emma got up very slowly. She put one foot out of bed, and then lookedagain at the fly. This time he was scrubbing his face with his forelegs. So she sat there, and said to herself, "I wonder how that funnylittle fly can stay upon the wall. I can't walk up the wall as the flycan. What a little round black head he has got. "

"Emma!" said her Mother, and this time she spoke in a very severe tone. 

Emma started, and put her other foot out of bed, and took up one of herstockings. 

Her Mother got out of her bed, which was close to Emma's crib, and beganto dress herself. When she was dressed, she looked round, and saw Emma, with one stocking half on, and the other rolled up in a little ball, which she was throwing up in the air. 

Her Mother was angry with her. She went up to her, and took her stockingaway from her, and told her to get into bed again, for if she would notdress herself when her Mother bid her, she should be punished by beingmade to lie in bed. She shut up the window shutters, and took all thebooks out of the room, and telling Emma not to get up until she gaveher leave, she went down stairs to breakfast. 

Now children don't like to be put to bed in the daytime; at least I havenever heard of anyone that did; and Emma was soon tired of lying in bed, in a dark room, wide awake, with nothing to do, and no pleasantthoughts, for she could think of nothing but her naughty behavior. Sothis was a very severe punishment, and she began to cry, and wish shehad minded quickly, and then she would have been down stairs, where thesun was shining brightly into the windows. She would have been sittingin her chair, with her dear little kitten in her lap, and a nice bowl ofbread and milk for her breakfast. She always saved a little milk in thebottom of the bowl for Daisy her kitten, and after she had done, shewould give the rest to Daisy. So you see that Emma lost a great deal bynot minding quickly and what was worse than all, she had displeased herMother and made her unhappy. 

Oh, how weary she got. How she longed to get up. She did not dare todisobey her Mother, and she lay in her crib a long, long time, andthought she never could be so naughty again. 

At last her Mother came in the room. She opened the shutters, and said, "Emma, you may get up and put on your stockings and shoes. "

Emma jumped up quickly, and had them on in two minutes, and then shetook off her night-gown and put on her day clothes, which hung over theback of the chair by her crib, and went to her Mother to have themfastened, for she could not fasten them herself. Her Mother fastened herclothes, and then taking her little girl's hand, she said, "My dearlittle Emma, you have made me feel very unhappy this morning. I do notlike to punish you, but it is my duty to try to cure you of all yournaughty ways, and it is your duty to try to overcome them. If you donot, some day you may meet with some terrible misfortune, like thatwhich happened to a boy I used to know when I was young. I will tell itto you. This boy, like you, grieved his parents often, by not mindingquickly; and he suffered for it in a way that he will never forget, aslong as he lives. He was one day standing on the steps of the housewhere he lived, and I was standing at the window of the house opposite, where I lived. I was watching some men that were on the top of thisboy's house, fixing the roof. The roof was covered with loose pieces ofslate, and nails, and rubbish. 

"Presently one of the men on the roof cried out, 'Go in, little boy; goin. ' But the boy was looking at a kite that some other boys had in thestreet, and he did not choose to go in. The man thought that he hadminded what he told him, and without looking again, he tumbled down agreat heap of slates and rubbish. The house was quite high, and a largeand sharp piece of slate came down very swiftly, and struck the boy onthe side of his head, and cut off nearly the whole of his ear. In amoment the blood poured down his neck and over his clothes, and Ithought he would bleed to death. Oh Emma! what a dreadful punishment fornot minding quickly!

"For a long time he went about with his head bound up, and when he gotwell again the side of his face looked very bad indeed, for where hisear had been there was a dreadful scar that never went away. Now he is aman, and he often tells children how he got this dreadful scar, and allbecause he did not mind quickly. "

The tears had rolled down Emma's face, while her Mother was telling herthis story. When she had finished it, Emma put her arms around hermother's neck, and told her that indeed she would try to obey at once, and be a good little girl, so that her dear Mother would never beunhappy about her again. 

Her Mother kissed her, and took her down stairs, and gave her somebreakfast, and all this day, and ever after, she did try very hard tobe good. Whenever she felt herself going about any thing slowly, thethought of the poor boy who had lost his ear would come into her mind, and she would jump up at once, when her Mother called her, and dowhatever she wanted her to do, pleasantly and quickly. 

[Illustration: "Presently their mother opened the door. "]

THE TWINS. 

"Well, Susan, " said her Father one day, as she came home from school, "Iam glad to see you; I wish to inform you that two young gentlemenarrived here to-day. "

"What are their names, Father?" asked Susan. 

"I do not know, " answered her Father--"I do not believe they have gotany names. They are very small--so small, that at this moment they areboth asleep in the great chair. "

"Both asleep in the great chair?" cried Susan, astonished at what herFather had said. "I do believe you have been buying two little monkeys. "

"No, I have not, " said her Father, laughing. 

"Now come with me, and I will show you these strangers, and then see ifyou will say they are monkeys. "

Susan went with her Father. He took her hand, and led her into herMother's room. The room was dark, and her Mother was lying in the bed. Susan was afraid that she was sick. She went to her and said--

"Dear Mother, are you sick? You look very pale. "

Her Mother kissed her, and said, "I am very weak, my dear child; but doyou not want to see your little brothers?"

"Brothers?--where?" cried Susan. "Have I a brother?"

"Two of them, " said her Father. "Come here, Susan, here they both are, fast asleep. "

Susan went up to the great easy chair, and in the seat of it she saw, all tucked up warm, two little round fat faces lying close together. Their noses nearly touched each other, and they looked funny enough. 

"Well, Susan, " said her Father, "do you like the monkeys?"

"Oh Father!" answered the little girl, clasping her hands, "I am soglad--I am so happy! They are exactly alike--how I shall love them, thedear little toads. "

"Toads, " said her Father, laughing; "they don't look a bit like toads. "

"Well, I said that because I loved them so, " replied Susan, "just as yousometimes call me your little mouse. "

For two weeks, the little twins slept together in the great chair, andthere was no end to Susan's wonder and delight. Her Mother had to tie abit of red silk around the wrist of one of them, to tell them apart. They grew very fast, and were the dearest little fellows in the world, they had such bright merry black eyes, and were always ready to have afrolic with Susan. As they grew up, they were so good, and so pretty, that every body loved them, and a great many people came to see them. Iforgot to tell you that one was named George and the other James. 

One day, when the twins were three years old, they were left alone inthe breakfast room. The things on the breakfast table had been clearedaway, except a bowl nearly full of sugar, which was standing on thetable. 

Presently the little fellows spied the bowl of sugar. "George, " saidJames, "if you will help me with this chair, I will give you somesugar. "

So both the boys took hold of the heavy chair, and dragged it to thetable. Then James helped George to climb upon it, and from that hescrambled up on the table. He walked across, to where the sugar was, andsat down on the table, and took the sugar bowl in his lap. 

"Now you get the bench, " said George. 

So James got the bench, and put it close to the side of the table whereGeorge was, and stood upon it. 

You should have seen how their merry black eyes sparkled, at the finefeast they were going to have. They did not think that they were doingwrong, for their Mother had often given them a little sugar. 

So George took the spoon that was in the sugar, and helped James to aspoonful, and then took one himself. He was very particular to giveJames exactly as many spoonfuls as he took himself. 

They were having such a delightful time, that, for some moments, theydid not speak a single word. George began first--

"This is nice, " said George. 

"I like sugar, " said James. 

"It is so sweet, " said George. 

"And so good, " said James. 

"We will eat it all up, " said George. 

"We won't leave a bit, " said James. 

"It is most all gone, " said George. 

"There is hardly any left, " said James. 

All this time they were talking, George had been stuffing his brotherand himself with the sugar. 

Just then their Mother opened the door. She had opened it softly, andthe little boys had not heard her. When she saw them so busy--with theirround faces stuck all over with crumbs of sugar, and George sitting onthe table, dealing it out so fairly--she could not keep from laughing. 

The twins heard her laugh, so they laughed too; and George criedout--"Mother, this sugar is nice--I like it. "

"And so do I, " said James. 

Their Mother lifted George from the table, and told them they must notdo so again, for so much sugar would make them sick. She washed theirfaces, and sent them to play in the garden. There was a fine largegarden at the back of the house, where they could play without danger. 

Three years after this, the twins were sent to school, where they soonbecame great favorites, because they were amiable, and good, and alwayswilling to do as they were told. They looked so exactly alike, and weredressed so exactly alike, that often very funny mistakes were made. Iwill tell you something that happened, that was not funny, but it willshow you how hard it was to tell which was George, and which was James. 

One day, the teacher gave the twins a spelling lesson, and told themthat they must know it perfectly that morning. 

Now George, for the first time, was naughty, and instead of learning thelesson, he was making elephants and giraffes on his slate; but Jamesstudied his lesson, and soon knew it. Presently the teacher said, "James, do you know your lesson?"

"Yes, sir, " said James. He went up to the desk and said it very well. 

"You know it perfectly, " said his teacher; "you are a good boy. Now goto your seat. "

In a few moments he said, "George, come and say your lesson. "

But George did not know a word of it; and James whispered to him, "Idon't want you to be punished, brother; I will go for you and say itagain. "

So James went and repeated his lesson. The teacher thought of course itwas George; he said, "Very well indeed, George; you know it just as wellas James: you are _both_ good boys. "

When George heard this praise, which he did not deserve, he wastroubled. He had been taught never to deceive. He did not think at firsthow wrong he had been; _now_, he saw plainly, that it was very wrong;that he and his brother had been _acting_ a lie. 

He whispered to James, "Brother, I can't bear to cheat, so I will goright away and tell the teacher. "

So he went directly up to the desk, and said, "Sir, I have not yet saidmy lesson. "

"Why, yes you have, " replied the teacher, "I have just heard you sayit. "

"No, sir, if you please, " said George, "I do not know it at all. Jamessaid it twice, to save me from being punished. "

"Well, George, " replied his teacher, "I am very glad you have told methis. I never should have found it out. But your conscience told youthat you were doing wrong; and I am thankful you have listened to itswarnings, and made up your mind at once, to be an honest boy. I will notpunish you, or James, for I am sure neither of you will do so again. "

The little boys promised him they never would--and they never did. Theygrew up honest and good. 

Some other day, I will tell you more about them. 

THE LITTLE BOY THAT WAS AFRAID OF THE WATER. 

Once on a time, there were two little boys. William was five years old, and Johnny was not quite three. The weather was very warm, and theselittle boys got very weak, and looked so pale and sick, that the doctorsaid their parents had better take them to Newport, and let them bathein the surf. So their Mother packed up their clothes, and some books, for she did not wish them to be idle; and, one pleasant afternoon, theyall went on board of the steamboat that was going to Newport. 

The little boys were very much amused at all they saw. There were a goodmany other boys in the boat, and William and Johnny looked very hard atthem, and wished they knew what their names were, and whether they had aNoah's Ark and Velocipede like theirs. 

[Illustration: "Oh! dear mamma, come and kiss me 'fore I die. "]

After they had had their supper, their Mamma put them to bed in a berth. I suppose you all know what a berth is. It is a narrow bed, fastened tothe side of the cabin. Sometimes there are three, one above the other;and sometimes two. These little boys got into one of the under ones, sothat, if they rolled out, they would not be as likely to hurtthemselves. They thought it was very funny to be squeezed up in such alittle bed. William counted twenty babies in the cabin. Some of thesebabies cried a great deal; yet, for all that, the boys were fast asleepin a very few minutes, and slept very soundly all night. 

The next morning, their Mamma came to their berth and said, "Come, William--come, Johnny, it is time to get up--for we are at Newport, andmust go on shore as quickly as we can. "

"Are you going to put me into the water now?" said Johnny, beginning tolook very much frightened, for Johnny was afraid of the water. 

"Oh, Johnny, don't be so foolish, " cried William: "why, I should like togo in head over heels. Mamma, don't they duck us?"

"I believe they do, " replied his Mother. 

William now begged his Mother to let him go out of the cabin, as he wasall dressed. She said he might stand just outside of the door, and, ifhe saw his Father, he might go to him, but he must never run about theboat alone. 

In a few minutes they all went on shore, and got into a carriage, andwere driven up to the Hotel. 

After breakfast, William and Johnny walked down to the smooth andbeautiful beach with their parents, where a great many people, some ofthem children, were bathing. They seemed to like it very much; and itreally did look very inviting, for the sun made the water sparkle likediamonds, and the waves seemed dancing and leaping, and looked as ifthey longed to give every body a good splashing. 

William was delighted. He could hardly wait for his Father to undressand put on his bathing clothes, he was in such a great hurry to beducked; and when his Father took him and plunged him under the water, although he gasped for breath, he laughed, and kicked, and splashed thewater at his Father, and cried, "Duck me again, duck me again, Papa, "and he looked so pleased, that some other children, with their parents, came to where he was, and they all had a grand frolic together. 

Little Johnny laughed too, as he stood on the dry ground; but, when hisFather said, "Come, Johnny, now it is your turn, " he made a terribleface, and cried "Dear Papa, dear Mamma, please let me go home. I shallnever see you again if you put me in that great big water. " But hisMamma said he must go in, because it would do him a great deal of good, and she undressed him, and put him into his Father's arms. 

Johnny now began to scream as loud as he could, and cried out, "Mamma, Mamma, I want to go back to you. " But his Father did not mind him a bit, and holding him by his arms, he plunged him under the water. 

The poor little fellow came up gasping and panting, and sobbed out, "Oh!my dear Mamma, come and kiss me 'fore I die. "

Every body laughed--for there was no danger--except his kind Mother. Atear stared to her eye, for she knew her dear little son really thoughthe was dying, and would never see her again. But in a little while hefelt better, and, after his Mother had taken him, and had rubbed him allover and dressed him, and he had run up and down the beach with Williamand the other children, he felt such a nice warm glow all over him, thathe forgot all about his fright. 

Pretty soon he said, "Mamma, I am so hungry--I am as hungry as a littlebear. "

"That is because you have been in the water, " replied his Mother. 

"Are the fishes always hungry?--does the water make them hungry too?"said Johnny. 

"I believe they are always ready to eat, " replied his Mother; "you knowthat they are caught by bait. This bait is a bit of a clam or a littleworm, put upon a sharp hook. The fish snap at the bait, and the hookcatches them in the mouth. Come, little hungry fish, " added his Mother, "and I will give you something to eat; but I will not put it on a hookto hurt you. "

The next day the little boys went into the water again, and, althoughJohnny made up a doleful face, he did not think he should die this time;and, when he saw the other children laughing and splashing each other, and crying "Duck me again--what fun we are having, " he tried to like ittoo, and after a little while did begin to like it; for, when children_try_ to overcome their foolish fears, they will almost always succeed, and be rewarded as Johnny was, by the pleasure they enjoy, and thehappiness they give to their parents. 

After a few days, Johnny got to be so brave, that he was the first torun down to the beach and jump into his Father's arms, and he criedlouder than any, "Duck me again, " and splashed every body that came nearhim; and both William and Johnny got so strong, and ate so heartily, andhad such great red cheeks, that when they went home to New-York, a fewweeks after, their friends hardly knew them, and Johnny never again hadany foolish fears about going into the water. 

THE MAY QUEEN. 

"Mother, " said Frederick Stanley, "is it not wrong to treat servantsunkindly?"

"What makes you ask that question?" answered his Mother. "What can haveput that into your head?"

"Nothing--I don't know, " replied he, looking at his sister Kate, who wassitting near him, working a pair of slippers. 

Mrs. Stanley saw that there was something on their mind, so she laiddown her book, and tried to draw it out. She began:

"What is the reason that your little Scottish friend Jessie has not beenhere lately? I thought that you, Kate, could not take a walk, with anypleasure, without her, and Fred has become quite a beau, since herarrival. I am afraid you have done or said something to offend her. "

"Fred, " said Kate, --who was two years younger than her brother, and muchsmaller, and had a great respect for him, --"Fred, do you tell Mother. "

Fred gave his pantaloons a little pull, shook the hair away from hisface, half laughed, and did not speak a word; but Kate, like a reallittle woman, could not keep the secret a moment longer. "We have had aquarrel, Mother; that's all!"

"'A quarrel! that's all!'" said her Mother. "That's a great deal toomuch; but what _did_ you find to quarrel about?"

"Why, Mother, " answered Fred, getting over his bashfulness, now that thesecret was out, "it was all about treating those who were beneath uswith kindness. "

"Well done!" exclaimed his Mother. "Let us hear what you had to say uponthe subject. "

"I said it was a shame to abuse those who were poorer than we were; thatin God's eyes all were equal. I could not bear to hear Jessie say thatshe had her own servant at home, and when this servant did any thing todisplease her she would pinch and slap her. I told her she was adownright wicked girl. "

"Oh, shocking! shocking!" said Mrs. Stanley. "And my sweet little Kate, did you too stand up for kindness to servants?"

"I did all I could, dear Mother, " she replied, "but Fred did the most. "

"Well, tell me, what else did you say. "

"I told her, " said Fred, hesitating a little, "that here in our owncountry, we said 'if you please' and 'thank you, ' when a servant did anything for us, and that she had better go back to Scotland, and not stayanother day in a place where she was deprived of the pleasure ofpinching people. "

"Oh, Frederick! Frederick! how could a boy of your politeness be sorude to a young lady? That was a great mistake. "

Frederick looked mortified, and Kate hung her head. "But what happenedafter that?" asked Mrs. Stanley. 

"Oh, she was so angry that she went away, and we have not seen hersince. I am very sorry; but it can't be helped now. "

"No, " said Kate, "we can't help it now. "

"But, my dear children, " said their Mother, "I think you owe Jessie anapology. "

"I have no objection, " said Fred, after reflecting a moment, "if youthink I have been so very impolite; but it will do no good. "

"Well, " said Mrs. Stanley, "it must be done. Perhaps I can assist you inmaking up the quarrel. Next Thursday, you know, is the first of May. Youshall have a little party, and Jessie shall be Queen of May. That willbe certain to please her. "

"Jessie! Queen!" exclaimed Kate. "You can't, Mother, you can't. Jessiewill not come; I am sure she will not come. I do not believe she willever speak to us again. "

"I tell you she will come, " said her Mother; "and she will be Queen. Iwill manage it for you. "

"Ah, well, Mother, " said Fred, looking at his sister, "you don't knowJessie as well as we do. She won't forgive us so easily. "

Company now came in, and the children went to their studies. In theafternoon Mrs. Stanley sent a polite invitation to Jessie and herparents to pass the next Thursday evening at her house, and as they weresitting at the tea-table, the answer was returned. 

"There, " said Mrs. Stanley, "one point is gained; they will all come. "

"They may come, " said Frederick, "but she won't be civil to us, I know. "

The next day was spent in preparing the crown, throne, and flowers, &c. , and Frederick set himself to work to learn by heart some lines hisMother had written for the occasion. 

Thursday evening arrived, and the children, though afraid of Jessie'scold looks, were in good spirits. Kate came into the parlor, and foundFred before a large glass, making his speech, and practising the mostgraceful bows and gestures. 

"Goodness!" she exclaimed, "how light and beautiful the room looks! Oh, Fred, I hope we shall have a pleasant time. "

The arrival of the company now interrupted them, and when nearly all hadcome, Mrs. Stanley told her plan with regard to Jessie; and thisimportant matter was just settled, when that young lady and her parentsentered. 

Jessie, not knowing the honor awaiting her, was very stiff and grave inher salutations. Her large dark eyes were turned away from Fred andKate, yet an expression about her pretty mouth seemed to say, "I am not so very angry as you think. "

"She _looks_ like a Queen, don't she?" whispered Fred to his sister. 

"She is stiff enough, at any rate, " said Kate. 

"I wonder who she will choose for her King?" said Fred. 

"I am sure I don't know, " answered Kate, looking round. "I suppose thebiggest boy. "

"Dear me!" said Fred, "I forget that I must go out until it is time forthe Address, " and he left the room, to await his Mother's signal. 

Refreshments were now handed round the room, and many a sly glance wascast upon the unconscious Jessie, who was still looking very grave, andalmost cross, till, at a hint from his Mother, Fred made his appearance, and with blushing face, but firm voice, pronounced the following lines:

 "O! valiant knights, and ladies fair! I'm very glad to see you here; Your happy looks and eyes so bright, Have quite inspired me to-night. Though I'm unused to courtly ways, My choice from you will meet with praise. Our Western land, so brave and free, Where waves the flag of liberty, Can yet, while all our hearts approve, The British stranger fondly love. (No looks of grave distrust are seen, ) Fair Jessie! I proclaim you Queen! And kneeling lowly at your feet, To be your knight I do entreat. Now deign to say what happy one Amongst us all shall share your throne. "

Fred rose from his knees, and awaited Jessie's reply. 

Her anger was all gone, but she was so surprised that she looked downand did not say a word. 

"Well, " thought Fred, "I knew she would act so. I suppose every body islaughing at me. "

"Jessie, " said her Mother, "speak quickly. " "Whom will you have forKing?"

Jessie blushed, and smiled, and whispered in a soft little voice, "Frederick. "

Astonished and delighted by this kindness, Fred again kneeled down, then rising he took her little white hand, and led her in triumph, followed by all the company, to the next room, where a splendid thronehad been erected. A beautiful crown of flowers was placed on Jessie'shead, and gave new beauty to her soft and curling brown hair. Frederickalso had a handsome crown. Sceptres were placed in their hands, and thenthey arranged their court. Kate was made a Duchess, at which she grewquite dignified; there were plenty of Earls and Countesses, and thesweet little maids of honor and the pages stood behind the throne. 

They then formed a procession, to return to the parlor, and in aninstant a march burst forth from a band of music which had beenconcealed for the purpose. 

At this unexpected event, his Majesty jumped so high that his crowntumbled off, and the Queen was in such a delightful agitation that shecould not confine her steps to a walk, and so the King, and the Queen, and the Duchess, and all the maids of honor and pages, ranhelter-skelter, as fast as they could, and took places for dancing. 

Never were merrier hearts or brighter eyes than now leaped and shone inthat little party. The Queen was the gayest of all, and the King wasnearly out of his wits with joy, to find himself and Jessie once morefriends. Little Kate got so tired of being a Duchess that she skippedabout like a little fairy, and all the lords and ladies, and maids ofhonor and pages, were so merry and so full of innocent fun, that theylooked a great deal more like little republicans. And so the happyevening concluded, to the satisfaction of all. 

The next morning, Mrs. Stanley asked her children if they had had apleasant party. 

"Oh, yes!" they both answered; "it was perfectly delightful; and Jessiewas as pleasant as she could be, and seemed to have forgotten all aboutthe quarrel. "

"She behaved very well indeed, " said Mrs. Stanley, "and I think afterthis you will not allow any thing to disturb your friendship. Jessie isa good, warm-hearted girl, but she has been allowed to indulge sometimesin fits of ill-temper, and has not been taught to be good to those whowait upon her. If you were to talk to her with kindness and forbearance, you would convince her that this was wrong. Her own heart would soontell her so. You must not expect her to do better all at once; but nodoubt, with a little patience on your part, and a little trying on hers, she will find her happiness much increased by being kind to thosebeneath her, and in time she will feel that in this country all areequals, though for one night she _was_ a May Queen. "

THE APPLE DUMPLING. 

A long time ago, there was a little old woman that lived away off in thewoods. She lived all by herself, in a little cottage with only two roomsin it, and she made her living by knitting blue woollen stockings, andselling them. 

One morning the old woman brushed up the hearth all clean, and put everything in order; then she went to the pantry and took out a great blackpot, and filled it full of water, and hung it over the fire, and thenshe sat down in her arm-chair by the fire. She took her spectacles outof her pocket and put them on her nose, and began to knit on a greatblue woollen stocking. 

[Illustration: "'Oh dear! oh dear! that's bad! that's bad!' cried theold woman. "]

Pretty soon she said to herself, "I wonder what I shall have for dinner?I believe I will make an apple dumpling. " So she put her knitting down, and took her spectacles off of her nose, and put them in her pocket, andgetting out of her arm-chair, she went to the cupboard and got threenice rosy-cheeked apples. Then she went to the knife-box and got aknife, and then she took a yellow dish from the dresser, and sat down inher arm-chair, and began to pare the apples. 

After she had pared the apples, she cut each one into four quarters. Then she got up again, and set the dish of apples on the table, and wentto the cupboard, and got some flour and a lump of butter. Then she tooka pitcher, and went out of doors to a little spring of water close by, and filled the pitcher with clear, cold water. So she mixed up the flourand butter, and made them into a nice paste with the water; and then shewent behind the door and took down a rolling-pin that was hung up by astring, and rolled out the paste, and put the apples inside, andcovered the apples all up with the paste. "That looks nice, " said theold woman. So she tied up the dumpling in a nice clean cloth, and put itinto the great black pot that was over the fire. 

After she had brushed up the hearth again, and put all the things shehad used away, she sat down in her arm-chair by the fire, and took herspectacles out of her pocket and put them on her nose, and began to kniton the big blue woollen stocking. 

She knit eight times round the stocking, and then she said to herself, "I wonder if the dumpling is done?" So she laid down her knitting, andtook a steel fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of the potand looked in. 

As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fellinto the pot. 

"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad, " said the old woman. 

She got the tongs, and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them with thecorner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and then she stuckthe fork into the apple dumpling. 

The apples were hard. "No, no, no, " she said, "it is not done yet. "

So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the fork on the mantelpiece, and sat down in her arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big bluewoollen stocking. 

She knit six times round the stocking, and then she said to herself--"Iwonder if the dumpling is done?"

So she put her knitting down, and took the fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of the pot, and looked in. 

As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fellinto the pot. 

"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad, " said the old woman. 

She got the tongs and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them with thecorner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and took the forkand stuck it into the dumpling. The apples were just beginning to getsoft. 

"No, no, no; it is not quite done yet, " said the old woman. 

So she put on the lid of the pot, and laid the fork on the mantelpiece, and sat down in her arm-chair, and began to knit again on the big bluewoollen stocking. 

She knit twice round the stocking, and then she said to herself--"Iwonder if the dumpling is done?"

So she laid down her knitting, and took the fork from the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid of the pot, and looked in. 

As she was looking in, her spectacles tumbled off of her nose, and fellinto the pot. 

"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad, " said the old woman. 

She got the tongs and fished up her spectacles, and wiped them with thecorner of her apron, and put them on her nose again, and took the forkand stuck it into the dumpling. 

The apples were quite soft. "Yes, yes, yes; the dumpling is done, " saidthe old woman. 

So she took the dumpling out of the pot, and untied the cloth, andturned it into a yellow dish, and set it upon the table. 

Then she went to the cupboard and got a plate, and then to the knife-boxand got a knife; then she took the fork from the mantelpiece, and drewher arm-chair close up to the table, and sat down in it, and cut off apiece of the dumpling, and put it on her plate. 

It was very hot, and it smoked a great deal, so the old woman began toblow it. She blew very hard. As she was blowing, her spectacles tumbledoff of her nose, and fell into the dumpling. 

"Oh dear! Oh dear!--that's bad, that's bad, " said the old woman. 

She took her spectacles out of her plate, and wiped them with the cornerof her apron, and said to herself--"I must get a new nose. My nose isso little, that my spectacles will not stick on my nose. "

So she put her spectacles into her pocket, and began to eat thedumpling. 

It was quite cool now. So the old woman ate it all up, and said it wasvery good indeed. 

THE DENTIST. 

One day little Emily's Grandma said to her--"My dear child, you must gowith me to-day to the dentist's, and have some of those teeth pulledout. They are growing so fast and so crooked, that you have not roomenough in your mouth for them all. "

"Dear Grandma, " said the little girl, "will it hurt me _very_ much?"

"Yes, my dear, " replied her Grandma, "it will hurt you a great deal, butyou must try to bear the pain; it will not be long. "

Poor little Emily sighed, and the tears stood in her eyes. She knew thather Grandmother always told her the exact truth. She knew that shewould suffer a great deal of pain, because her Grandma had told her so. 

It is always the best way to tell a little boy or girl the exact truth. If Emily's Grandma had said that it would not hurt her to have her teethpulled out, it would have been very wrong, and Emily would not havebelieved her another time, when she was to have any thing done to her. 

This little girl had no Mother. Her Mother was dead, and her Grandmatook care of her, and was very kind to her, and Emily loved her dearly, and so she made up her mind to go and have her teeth out, without anytrouble, because her Grandma was in bad health, and she knew that if shecried and made a great fuss about it, it would trouble her, and perhapsmake her sick. 

Now was not this thoughtful and good, in a little girl, only seven yearsold? I hope all the little boys and girls that read this will try to beas good. 

After dinner, Emily and her Grandma put on their things, and went to thedentist's house. The little girl trembled when the door was opened, butshe walked in without saying a word. 

They went into the parlor, for there were some persons up stairs in thedentist's room, and they had to wait. 

"Grandma, " said Emily, "may I look at the books on the table? It willkeep me from thinking about my teeth. "

Her Grandma said she might, and the little girl was soon quiteinterested in looking at the pictures in the books, and showing them toher Grandma. 

In a little while the servant came to tell her she could go upstairs. Her heart beat fast, but she went up to her Grandmother, and said, "DearGrandma, you are not well; you look quite pale to-day. Do not go withme; I will go alone, and I promise you I will be a brave little girl. "

She kissed her Grandma, and ran out of the room. 

When she entered the room up stairs, she saw two ladies there. Shestopped; but the dentist said, "Come in, my little girl, do not beafraid, I will be as gentle as I can. "

The ladies saw that she was alone, so one of them went up to her andtook her hand. She was an old lady, and wore spectacles, and she lookedvery kind and good. So the dear little girl let the dentist lift herinto the great chair, and take off her hat, and the old lady kept holdof her hand, and said, "It will be over in a minute, my dear child, " andthen she pressed her little hand so kindly, that Emily felt quitecomforted. 

The other lady was a young lady, and she too felt sorry that Emily wasto suffer. She wanted to smooth her hair, and give her a kiss; but shethought that the little girl might be afraid of so many strangers, soshe sat down very quietly. 

When the dentist had looked into Emily's mouth, he saw that four teethmust come out. So he got the instrument, and held her head tight withhis arm. 

Emily turned pale, but she kept quite still, and did not cry or scream;and the dentist pulled out the four teeth, one after the other, withouta sound from her lips. 

When they were all out, some large tears came from her eyes, and rolleddown her cheeks; but she only said "Thank you, " to the lady that heldher hand; and, putting her handkerchief to her mouth, she ran downstairs. 

"My darling child, " said her Grandma, "how well you have behaved; I didnot hear the least noise. "

"No, Grandma, " replied Emily, "I tried very hard not to scream; I wasdetermined to be quite still; and a good old lady like you, Grandma, held my hand, which was a great comfort. But, oh! Grandma, it _did_ hurtme. 

"My dear child, I know it did, " said her Grandma; "you are the bestlittle girl in the world, and a happiness and a treasure to me. "

After Emily had gone, the ladies who had witnessed her good conduct, andadmired her courage, asked her name and where she lived, and one ofthem, the young lady, sent her a pretty little gold ring with a bluestone in it, and a little note containing these words:

"For the dear little girl, who had the courage to bear a great painnobly. "

Emily was very much pleased with this little present; it was sounexpected. She could not find out who had sent it to her. 

I hope all the little boys and girls will read this story withattention, and when they go to the dentist's they will think of Emily, and try to imitate her good conduct. 

[Illustration: James putting his father's wig on the poor boy's head. ]

THE WIG. 

Julia and her brother James were very early, one cold winter morning, sitting in the basement. They were not wicked children, but they werevery thoughtless, and sometimes they did a great deal of mischief. 

I am afraid they were doing mischief now, for Julia was sitting by thewindow, cutting up Mamma's apron to make a dress for her doll; and Jameswas kneeling on the rug, pulling pieces of worsted out of it andthrowing them into the fire, and seemed very much amused as he watchedthem rolling about and curling up with the heat. 

While they were thus employed, two children passed the window. 

"Only look, brother, " said Julia, "at these poor children. How cold theymust be! see, the little boy has no hat on, and his toes are coming outof his shoes, and the little girl's frock is all ragged. "

"Let us call them in, " said James, "and they can warm themselves by thefire. "

As James said this, he tapped on the window, and the little childrencame to the basement door. James ran and opened the door, and said, "Come in, poor children, and warm yourselves. " He placed his own and hissister's little chair for them by the fire, and then Julia and he wentinto a corner of the room to consult together what they should givethem, to make them warm. 

Now the Father of these children had had the misfortune to lose hishair, and he was obliged to wear a wig. Every night, when he went tobed, he used to take off his wig, and hang it upon a nail in hisdressing-room, and put on a white night-cap with a long tassel at theend of it. 

The morning that I am telling about, he was not yet up, as it was veryearly; and the wig was hanging on the nail, as I have told you. 

James looked at the poor little boy. He saw that his ears were very redwith the cold, and he said to his sister, "I will go up stairs, and findsomething to put on his head. "

So he ran up stairs very fast, and went into his Father's dressing-roomand looked all round. Presently he saw the wig hanging on the nail. "Oh!" said he to himself, "that is just the thing. It will come all overthe poor boy's ears, and keep them very warm indeed. "

So this thoughtless little fellow climbed up on a chair, and pulled thewig off the nail, and then went into the closet and got a pair of newboots of his own; and running down as fast as he could, he pulled thewig over the poor boy's ears, and helped him on with the boots. Theyfitted exactly, for James and he were very nearly of the same size. 

While he was doing this, Julia had dressed the little girl in a nicewarm frock of her own, and also made her a present of her school muff, and the little beggar children went away, highly delighted with theirgood fortune, and were out of sight long before any one had come intothe room to prevent all this mischief. 

When their Father got up, he opened the door of his bed-room, which ledinto the dressing-room, and began to dress himself. Presently he went tothe side of the room where he had hung up his wig the night before. Thenail was empty. There was no wig on it. He looked down on the carpet, and on all the chairs, and in all the drawers, but there was no wig tobe found. He rang the bell, and said to the servant, "Do you know anything about my wig?"

But the servant said she had not been in the room. She did not knowwhere it was. 

Now only see, what trouble these children had made for their kindFather; and how ashamed and frightened they were, when they saw him comeinto the basement room with his night-cap on, and their Mother with him, looking very grave, for she was afraid that the children knew more aboutthe wig than any body else. 

"James, " said his Father, "do you know where my wig is?"

At first James was afraid to speak; but although these children wereheedless, and fond of doing mischief, they were not liars. So James cameclose to his Father, and said, "Dear Papa, I will tell you the truth. Iam afraid I have been very naughty. I gave your wig to a poor boy whohad no hat, and I gave him my new boots too, for his shoes were full ofholes. I am very sorry, Papa. Please to punish me, and forgive Julia. "

"Why, what has Julia been doing?" said her Mamma and Papa at the sametime. 

"I gave the little girl my new frock, and my school muff, " said Julia, "she looked so cold. Her little hands were nearly frozen. "

"My dear children, " said their Father, "I do not blame you for wishingto be kind to the poor, but do you not see how wrong it is to be sothoughtless, and what trouble you give your Mother and me by suchconduct? If you do not think before you act, you will always be inmischief, and perhaps do a great deal of injury. To make you rememberthis--you, Julia, must go to school for two weeks without a muff, andwear your old dress; and you, James, must have your old boots patched, and wear them instead of the new ones which you gave to the poor boy. "

The children submitted to this punishment without a murmur; but theywere dreadfully grieved when they saw the trouble they had made fortheir dear Father, who could not leave the house, or attend to hisbusiness for two whole days, as it took all that time to have anotherwig made for him. They even could not laugh when the kitten climbed upthe back of his chair, and tried to play with the tassel of hisnight-cap; and ever after, when they were going to do a thoughtlessthing, they would recollect their Father's wig in time to stop; and atlast they got to be as careful and thoughtful, as they were beforeheedless and mischievous. 

THE BOYS' SCHOOL. 

Not very long ago, Mr. Harrison kept a boarding-school for little boys, in a delightful village in Connecticut. He took twenty boys to educate, and he was so kind, and had such a pleasant way of teaching, that theboys were happier with him than they would have been at home. 

When the boys came in the spring, Mr. Harrison gave to each of them alittle plot of ground for a garden; and the little fellows were verybusy during play-hours, in preparing and arranging their gardens. Theyhad permission to go to the gardener and get just what seeds theywanted; so some of the boys planted melons and cucumbers, and somepumpkins and radishes, and two of them made an elegant flower-garden. They put their ground together, and erected a little hill in the centre, with a path all round it, and all the borders they planted withlady-slippers, and coxcombs, and mignonette, and sweet alysum, and manyother pretty flowers; and when the flowers came out, their garden gavequite a brilliant appearance to the place. 

The boys had also a very large play-ground, and in it, their kindteacher had had a number of gymnastic fixtures put up, for their healthyexercise and amusement. There was a very high pole, with four strongropes fastened to the top of it, and an iron ring at the ends of theropes. The boys would take hold of the rings, and run round as fast asthey could; then lifting their feet off the ground, away they would flyin the air, round and round, like so many little crazy monkeys. Therewas one little chap that could climb up one of the ropes like a cat, andhang upon the top of the pole. 

Then they had swinging bars, and jumping bars, with a spring-board tojump from, and wooden horses, and a climbing pole, and several otherthings; but what was better than all, they had a funny little raggedpony, and a short-legged, long-eared donkey, for their especial use, andmany were the fine rides they had on their backs. 

Sometimes, to be sure, the pony had a fashion of dancing a slow jig onhis hind legs, with his fore feet in the air; but the boys were used tothat, and stuck on like wax, until the dance was finished; then the ponywould trot off very peaceably. 

The donkey, too, had a way of putting his nose to the ground, andpitching his rider, head over heels, on the grass. But the boys wereused to that too, and did not mind it in the least. They would jump upand shake themselves, and try again, and by dint of poking and punchingthe sides of the sulky little animal, he would after a while make uphis mind to go. When he had once done _that_, it was all right. Youwould think he was the most amiable donkey in the world. The pony's namewas Napoleon, and the boys called the donkey "Old Pudding-head. "

Twice a week, during the summer, Mr. Harrison took the boys to bathe ina fine pond, where such as could would swim, and the rest would tumbleabout in the water; and altogether, he was so kind to them that the boysthought there never was a better teacher, or such a famousboarding-school. 

I have not yet told you that they learned any thing. I suppose you allthink that playing was the principal thing they went to that school for. But if you do, you make a great mistake, for the greater part of everyday was spent in the school-room. 

Mr. Harrison made school-time very pleasant. He seldom had to punish aboy for bad conduct or neglect in getting his lessons. He alwaysencouraged them to ask questions about their studies, and told themnever to learn any thing by rote, like a parrot, but to come to him whenthey did not understand a lesson; and he always made it so clear that itwas a pleasure to learn. Sometimes a boy would ask a foolish question, which would make the rest laugh; but then Mr. Harrison would say it wasbetter to be laughed at for trying to learn, than to grow up a dunce. 

In this way the boys would improve so much, both in mind and body, thattheir parents left them with Mr. Harrison as long as he could keep them;and both the boys and their parents were very sorry when the time camefor them to leave, for Mr. Harrison would not take any boy after he wasfourteen years of age. 

One afternoon, after school, the boys were all busy weeding in theirgardens, when one of them suddenly cried out, "Phil, do you know howlong it is to the Fourth of July?"

"To be sure I do, " answered Philip; "it is just four weeks and fourdays. "

"So it is, I declare, " said Thomas, the first boy who had spoken. "Boys, I'll tell you what we will do. Let us all write to our parents, for animmense lot of fireworks; then, we will club together, and keep all, except the crackers, for a grand display of fireworks, in the evening. "

"Oh yes, yes, " cried all the boys, "that is an excellent idea. "

"I will ask Mr. Harrison, " said Phil, "to help us fix the wheels and soforth, for all I ever fixed myself, stuck fast, and would not go roundat all. "

"I mean to write for lots of Roman candles, " said Frank, "they look sobeautiful going up. They look like planets with wings. "

"_I_ will go largely into the snakes and grasshoppers, " said anotherboy; "it is such fun to see the boys cutting round to get out of theway. "

"We'll make some wooden pistols, to put the crackers in, " said anotherboy. 

"Yes, and I will send for a little brass cannon that my uncle MajorBrown gave me, " said another. 

Just then the bell rang for tea, and the boys, putting their littlerakes and hoes into their tool-house, ran in to wash their faces andhands, and brush their hair. Then they took off their overalls or coarsepantaloons, which they wore when at work in the garden, and hung them upin the play-room. They had a nice large play-room for playing when theweather was unpleasant. 

It was astonishing what large quantities of bread and butter, andapple-sauce, these boys consumed for their supper, for working out ofdoors in the fresh country air, is sure to make people hungry, and boysespecially are always ready for eating. After supper Mr. Harrison made aprayer, while all the boys knelt at their chairs around the table. Thenthey were permitted to play out of doors again until the sunset. Philand Frank allowed themselves to be harnessed to a hand-wagon, andgalloped off at full speed, with two of the smaller boys in it. The resthad a game at leap-frog, and Mr. Harrison and his family sat in theporch watching and admiring the gorgeous tints lent to the clouds by therays of the setting sun, and sometimes laughing heartily at the capersof the boys. 

At length the sun sank beneath the horizon, and Mr. Harrison said, "Comein, boys. " He never had to speak more than once, for the boys were sowell governed that they found it to their advantage and happiness toobey directly. So they came in as quietly as they could, and went intothe study, where Mr. Harrison soon joined them, and read aloud aninteresting book of travels for an hour. Then they went up stairs tobed. 

One evening, not long after this, the boys were all together in thesitting-room. Philip was reading a book in which was an anecdote about abad boy who had frightened another, by coming into his room at nightwith his face apparently in a blaze, and looking, as the terrified childthought, like a flaming dragon. All at once Phil shut the book, andsaid, "I say fellows, I will show you a funny thing, if you will put outthe light, and it will be useful to you too. But first, let me read thisstory to you, and then we will try the game, and none of you littlechaps will be frightened, because you will know what it is. "

So saying, he read the story, which interested the boys very muchindeed, and made them all eager for Philip's experiment. 

Phil took a box of locofoco matches from the mantelpiece, and gave someto each of the boys; but suddenly he cried, "Wait a moment: I will beback before you can say Jack Robinson, " and ran out of the room. 

He went out to ask Mr. Harrison's permission to try this experiment. Mr. Harrison said, "I am glad, my dear boy, you have come first to me; Ibelieve I can always trust you. You may try your plan, and I will gowith you and join in your amusement. "

The boys were glad to see their teacher. He often helped them in theirplays; and they were never afraid to frolic and laugh before him. 

So Phil blew out the light, and then told the boys to take a match, andwet it on the tip of the tongue, and rub it on the sides of their faces, and they would soon have a pair of fiery whiskers apiece, without itsburning them in the least. 

In a moment all the boys had flaming whiskers, and streaks of flame allover their faces. 

Peals of laughter resounded from all sides. Such a troop of littleblazing imps were never seen before. Some had noses on fire, some ears;some made fiery circles round their eyes, and some rubbed their fingerswith the matches--always taking care to wet them first--and ran afterthe rest. 

Only one person was frightened; and that was because she had not beenlet into the secret. This was a servant girl, who opened the door, andseeing a room full of dark figures, with faces on fire, dancing, andlaughing, and capering about, she ran, screaming, up stairs, cryingmurder! fire! help! with all her might, which made the boys laugh tillthey were nearly suffocated. But Phil ran after her, and with muchdifficulty persuaded her that they were really human beings, and goodfriends of hers. 

After they had danced about for some time, Mr. Harrison advised them togo and wash their faces, and said that they had better not play thisgame again, as some accident might occur: a match might get lighted andset fire to their clothes. He said he had been willing to let them tryit once, for then they would not be frightened if any wicked orthoughtless person should play a trick of this kind upon them. So theboys put up the matches, and went off to bed full of the fun they hadhad, and saying, that if they saw a person with his nose on fire, coming into their rooms at night, they would take hold of it, and giveit a good pinching. 

During this time each of the boys had written home for fireworks; andfor two or three days before the glorious Fourth, all kinds of boxes, directed to the different boys, had been left at Mr. Harrison's house, and safely locked up by him, until the right time. 

At last the day came. The boys tumbled out of bed in the greatest hurry, dressed, and went out on the lawn, where they gave nine hearty cheers;three for the day, three for Mr. Harrison, and three for fun. After thatthey all ran into the play-room, where they found the boxes, which hadbeen put there the night before. 

Never were boxes opened so quickly. They tore off the tops, and for somemoments nothing was heard on all sides but "Only look here, " and "Justsee _here_;" "Fellows, here is my cannon;" "Here are lots of Romancandles, " &c. 

They had crackers enough between them all to keep them busy the wholeday, and they soon got to work at them, and such a popping and crackingbegan, as frightened all the cats and dogs about the house into thewoods. 

It was fortunate that the house was situated on a hill, away from anyother; so Mr. Harrison let them make as much noise as they pleased, without fear of disturbing any neighbors. 

Presently the bell rang for prayers, and directly after that they hadbreakfast; but the nice hasty-pudding and molasses were not so much infavor as usual, for the boys were so full of the Fourth of July, thatthey had no room for pudding. 

Nearly all the fireworks were piled up on a seat against the wall in theplay-room. The boys were firing their crackers from their woodenpistols, at some distance from the house. 

For some time every thing went on well. Mr. Harrison had strictlyforbidden them to have any fire in or near the play-room, and they werecareful to obey him. But, alas! I must tell you what happened throughthe thoughtlessness of one of the boys. He was the youngest and smallestof them all. He had fired off the crackers he had taken out, and he raninto the play-room to get more. He held in his hand a piece of punk. Allboys know that this is what they use to light their fireworks, as itburns very slowly, and lasts very long. The punk which the little fellowheld was burning. He had forgotten to lay it down. He went to the seatwhere the fireworks were, and began to pull them about to find hiscrackers. 

As he was leaning over, the punk slipped from his fingers, and fell intothe midst of the combustibles. 

The little fellow was so terribly frightened at this, that he rushed outof the room, without trying to pick it up. 

In a moment the fireworks all began to go off together. Pop! crack!fizz! bang! whizz! went the elegant wheels and the crackers, thegrasshoppers, the Roman candles and the snakes, while the smoke rushedthrough the house. 

Mr. Harrison ran out of his room where he was reading, and saw, instantly, that the house was in great danger of burning up. The boysheard the noise, and came flying back to the play-room, to save whatthey could; but it was impossible to enter. The room was black withsmoke, and they looked on dismayed, as they heard the popping andbanging of their precious fireworks, while "Who did it?" "Who did it?"was asked on all sides. 

Mr. Harrison instantly shut all the doors leading to the play-room, and, quicker than I can tell you, he got some pails of water, and threw theminto the room. After some effort, he succeeded in quenching the fire, and ending this display of fireworks, which was a very different onefrom what had been intended. 

But what a sight presented itself! There lay the blackened remnants ofthe wheels and Roman candles, and a large hole was burned in the side ofthe room. The overalls of the boys, which hung just above, were burned, some one leg, some both; and the room looked like desolation. 

After the fright, and hurry, and confusion were over, Mr. Harrisoncalled all the boys into the study. He looked very much offended, indeed; and asked in a stern voice, "Which boy went into the play-roomwith fire?"

The poor little fellow who had done the mischief was crying bitterly. Itwas very easy to see that he was the guilty one, for the rest lookedgrave, but not confused. 

"Come to me, Edwin, " said Mr. Harrison, "and tell me if you havedisobeyed me; don't be afraid to speak the truth. "

"I did not mean to do it, " sobbed the little boy. "I forgot to leave mypunk outside, and I dropped it by accident. I am very, very sorry Mr. Harrison. I am afraid all the boys will hate me, because I have spoiledtheir sport. I hope you will forgive me, sir. " And here his tears andsobs redoubled. 

"Edwin, " said his kind teacher, "do you not know that my house mighthave been burned to the ground by your carelessness?--and this night, which we expected to spend so joyfully, we might have been without aroof to cover us. I must punish you to make you remember this accident, which your thoughtless disobedience has occasioned. You must remain inthe study until dinner-time. The rest of the boys may go out. "

When the boys were out on the lawn again, they got together in a knot, to talk about the accident. Some were very angry with Edwin, and saidMr. Harrison ought to have given him a tremendous flogging; but otherswere more generous. They were just as sorry for the loss of theirfireworks; but, when they looked towards the house, and saw little Edwingazing mournfully at them from the study window, and wiping away thetears that fell from his eyes, they were more sorry for him, and wishedthat he could be out among them. Still, they knew it was right that heshould be punished. 

"Come, fellows, " said Phil, when they had been standing there talkingsome time, --"come, let us go and see if any thing is left. "

They all ran to the play-room, and some of the boys cried out to Edwin, "Don't cry, little fellow, we forgive you. "

"Why here, " shouted Phil--"here's a lot of Roman candles all safe andsound. Hurra!!"

"And here are six wheels in this corner, " cried Thomas. "We are not sobadly off, after all. "

The boys at this good news began to rummage under the pile of ruins, andmanaged to collect quite a respectable quantity of fireworks. Therewere enough left to make a display with in the evening, though not nearso splendid as they had intended. 

"Hurra!" cried the boys, "we have plenty of Fourth of July left--weain't dead yet. "

"I have lots of crackers outside, " said Phil; "but we won't fire themoff now. They will do for the small fellows to-night. Let us go to thestable, and pay our respects to Napoleon, and Old Pudding-head. Theywill think themselves quite neglected on this glorious occasion. "

So they sallied off to the stable, and saddled the pony and the donkey, and led them out to the play-ground, where Napoleon treated them in turnto a very fine dance on his hind legs, and Old Pudding-head, not to bebehindhand in politeness, gave all the little boys a somerset over hisnose. They had a first-rate frolic, and did not think once of the lostfireworks. 

After dinner, and a fine dinner they had of chickens, and goose pie, andcustard, Mr. Harrison took the boys (little Edwin too) down into thevillage, where a band of musicians were playing and parading through thestreet. Every little while they would stop playing and hurra! The boysalways hurraed when the band did, for boys in general are not slow aboutmaking a noise. So they made all the noise they possibly could, and cameback to tea, each one so hoarse, that Mrs. Harrison asked them if theyhad bullfrogs in their throats. 

At last the evening came, and a still and beautiful evening it was. Thestars peeped out, one by one, and the moon staid in--that is, she didnot make her appearance until very late. They could not have had a finernight for the grand display. 

The family were all assembled on the lawn, and Mr. Harrison fixed thewheels so nicely, that they whizzed round in the most astonishingmanner. The Roman candles went up beautifully, and the grasshoppers andsnakes sent the little fellows laughing and scampering in alldirections. 

The hurraing was tremendous, and the shouts of laughter were tremendoustoo. 

Altogether they had a very nice time, and went off to bed tired, it istrue, but highly pleased with the day's enjoyment--all except littleEdwin. He sighed many times, and could hardly get to sleep; but hiscarelessness was a good lesson to him, for it afterwards made him themost careful boy in the school. 

After the glorious Fourth, the boys settled down into their usualemployments. Their gardens were carefully tended, and many a finecucumber and bunch of radishes were presented with pride and pleasure toMrs. Harrison. They ate pumpkin pie made with their own pumpkins, andthought them the most delicious pumpkins that ever grew; and theirmelons were the sweetest melons they ever tasted in all their lives. 

They were very attentive in school also, and at the end of the term, when the boys were preparing to go home for the vacation, they all said, it was the pleasantest term they had ever spent together. They partedwith their kind teacher with many thanks for his kindness, and hopesthat after vacation, all would meet together again, and be happy andglad to come. 

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