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قراءة كتاب The Nursery, February 1873, Vol. XIII. A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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The Nursery, February 1873, Vol. XIII. A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
THE
NURSERY
A Monthly Magazine
For Youngest Readers.
BOSTON:
JOHN L. SHOREY, No. 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
1873.
By JOHN L. SHOREY,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.
Boston:
Rand, Avery, & Co., Stereotypers and Printers.
| IN PROSE. | |
| PAGE. | |
| The Biography of a Bubble | 33 |
| The Story of a Little Duck | 37 |
| Our Thanksgiving Dinner | 40 |
| The Grandpa Story | 42 |
| Miss Jones's Picture | 45 |
| Clear the Coast | 48 |
| Our New Dog | 50 |
| Bunny | 52 |
| Dandy the Bear | 55 |
| Little Mischief | 57 |
| Too Many Presents | 61 |
| The Dog and the Shadow | 63 |
| IN VERSE. | |
| PAGE | |
| Jack's Menagerie | 36 |
| Jack Frost | 44 |
| Sue's Seasons | 47 |
| The Children's Party | 54 |
| Jack and Jill (with music) | 64 |
THE BIOGRAPHY OF A BUBBLETHE BIOGRAPHY OF A BUBBLE.
HE papa who writes this biography of a bubble never wrote a biography before in all his life. This is his first printed work. Perhaps some old person will criticise it severely.
"Why use such big words as 'biography' and 'criticise'?" this old person may ask. "Are you not writing for little people? Is not your subject a poor little bubble that could not have lived longer than three or four seconds?"
To which this papa replies: "Old person, do not meddle. This papa knows what he is about. The little folks understand very well that a 'biography' is a story of a life; that to 'criticise' is to find fault; and that a 'critic' is a fault-finder."
So all critics will please get out of the way, and leave this papa alone while he writes the biography of a bubble.
This bubble was born just as the clock struck four, on the afternoon of the 13th of January, 1873. Its name was "Diamond."
"Why, how could a bubble have a name?"
Now, you just be quiet and patient, and in good time you shall learn all. Papa had promised his little daughter Grace, that one of these days he would blow some bubbles for her amusement.
Grace reminded him several times of his promise; but papa was always too busy to attend to it. At last Grace said, "When will one of these days come?"—"It shall come now," said papa.
So he got a pipe, and a bowl of soap-suds; and