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قراءة كتاب The Nursery, April 1881, Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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The Nursery, April 1881, Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
compels me to stay in one place all the time.
I am no longer a cub, but am a full-grown bear. This kind of life does not suit me very well, but I have got used to it. One can get used to almost any thing. I have even got used to the society of men and women.
Their cubs (called boys and girls) often play with me, and sometimes they tease me. Once, when a boy was teasing me, I gave him a scare which will be apt to teach him better manners. I will tell you how it was.
The boy held out an apple, and, just as I was about to take it, he pulled it away. This mean trick he played three times. He tried it once more, and then I gave such a spring that my chain broke.
The boy dropped his apple, and ran. You ought to have seen that boy run! He didn't dare even to look back. But, if he had looked back, he would have seen me munching his apple with great relish.
I didn't want to hurt a cub like him; but some bears that I know wouldn't have been so for-bear-ing.
SECRETS.
"I'm sure I don't know!"
"Don't tell anybody!"
"Oh, no! oh, no!"
GOING TO SCHOOL.
That keenly creaks, it is frozen so:
What does he care if the wind does blow?—
Sturdy lad, with his face aglow,
He likes the sound of his ringing heel,
And loves to feel, as he tramps along,
He is conquering something: it makes him strong,—
Robert, the miller's boy.
What does he conquer? Wind and frost.
Hands in mittens, and tippet crossed
Over his ears, and backward tossed
Like a crimson banner that leads a host,
Well indeed may the lad feel bold
To battle the cold, and fight his way
Early to school, and every day,—
Robert, the miller's boy.
He'll sing and whistle, he'll run and shout,
To keep him warm; but he'll never pout:
If the frost creeps in, he whips it out,
With his two hands thrashing his shoulders stout;
While on he goes, and the keen snow rings
To the song he sings, for his sturdy feet
The changing time of that music beat,—
Robert, the miller's boy.
You need not think to find him low
When the busy classes stand in row;
You need not think to find him slow
When play-time comes, and the trampled snow
Makes a path for his "lightning" sled:
The boy at the head is the conquering lad
Who makes his way if the road is bad,—
Robert, the miller's boy.
TAKE CARE.
Young Tom mounts his old horse and takes a ride. He sits up like a bold dragoon. The horse is not a gay one. He will not shy. He will not run away. But he has one fault: he may take it into his head to roll. Tom must take care.
Young Bob climbs a rope hand over hand. He holds on tight, and climbs up quite high. He is a bold boy. It is a good plan to climb. But take care, or you may fall. Do not let go with one hand till you get hold with the other.
LETTER FROM CHINA.
OT long ago I read in "The Nursery" a story about "Emperor Frank," and how he ruled a whole family. I know a family that is ruled by two emperors instead of one. They live in Pekin in far-off North China.
There are four boys and three girls. The two youngest boys, Dwight and Louis, are twins. They are the emperors.
Their reign began nearly three years ago. Master Ted, the next elder brother, who was then emperor, had to give way to them, and very sweetly he did it. It was hard for him to see his dear old Chinese nurse transfer her love and care to any one else; and even now, when he hears her call one of the emperors her "little pet," he says to her, "But you know you have a big pet too."
Thus far the twin-emperors have had none but loyal subjects; but, as they grow out of their babyhood, there are signs of rebellion. The three sisters rebel because Emperors Dwight and Louis will not let them practise their music-lessons in peace. Ted says, "Do find me a place where I can pound nails alone;" for the emperors will insist upon helping him.
The emperors have already learned to walk, though they talk only in a language of their own. When they begin to talk plainly in the language of their subjects, I fear that their reign will come to an end.
The picture shows you how ten-year-old brother Ned takes his three little brothers to ride on his donkey.