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قراءة كتاب The Nursery, June 1881, Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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The Nursery, June 1881, Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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BESSIE.
(With a red rose.)
Amid the garden's rare
And splendid flowers, it raised its head,
The brightest blossom there.
All decked with dew like gems, its robe
Of royal crimson glows—
The matchless queen of summer-time,
The beautiful red rose!
CHARLOTTE.
(With a white rose.)
So pure and sweet it seems;
Among the green leaves on the bough
Like fallen snow it gleams.
Its breath gives perfume to the wind,
As over it it blows;
'Tis stainless as an angel's wings,
The fragrant, fair white rose.
DELIA.
(With a yellow rose.)
In yellow mantle shone,
Bright as is China's emperor
Upon his dazzling throne.
It opens wide its golden leaves,
Its gleaming heart it shows,—
A sunshine-loving, cheery thing,
The winsome yellow rose!
EVA.
(With a brier rose.)
Beside the dusty way;
This dainty little blossom sheds
Its sweetness all the day.
It makes the rough hill pastures fair;
Amid the rocks it grows;
It clambers o'er the gray stone wall,—
The simple brier rose!
FRANCES.
(With a blush rose.)
GERTRUDE.
(With a moss rose.)
HELENA.
(With a cluster of climbing roses.)
My lattice twines across.
ANNIE.
(To whom all the roses are given.)
I'm sure cannot be told:
We'll twine them all in one long wreath,
The white and red and gold.
DRAWING-LESSON.VOL. XXIX.—NO. 6.
A PICNIC IN A STRANGE GARDEN.
F I should ask you children to tell me what a garden is, I think you would all say, "A place where trees, flowers, and grass grow." That would be a good answer.
But the garden where this picnic took place is of a very different kind. Instead of bright leaves and flowers, there are hundreds of rocks of many sizes and shapes. Its name is the "Garden of the Gods," and it lies at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, in Colorado.
The color of most of the rocks is red; but some are silvery gray, and some nearly white. Seen together they make a fine contrast. Many have strange shapes, and look like nuns and priests, animals, birds, and fishes turned into stone.
On one high rock may be seen the image of a man and a bear; on another, the outline of a lion's head, and part of its body, so perfect in shape, that it seems as though some one must have drawn it.
Some of the rocks are very high. One reaches up three hundred and thirty feet. Near the top of it is a hole, which looks from the ground to be about the size of a dinner-plate, but is really large enough for a horse and buggy to pass through.
A few trees manage to live high up on the rocks, and the prickly cactus grows in the soil around them.
To this garden went, one bright summer day, a wagon-load of people—six happy little girls and boys, with their mothers and fathers—on a picnic.
The children were dressed in big shade hats, and clothes that they might tear and tumble all they wished. Such fun as they had! The older ones climbed the smaller rocks, and made speeches to the little ones on the ground below. Then they all played "hide-and-seek," and never were there such grand hiding-places.
At noon they had lunch. Their table was a large flat rock. Mountain air and play give good appetites. How they did enjoy eating the nice things, chatting and laughing all the while!
After lunch away they ran in search of "specimens," by which they meant pretty stones. They chipped pieces off the rocks with hammers, playing they were miners finding gold and silver. They filled their baskets, and pretended to have made great fortunes.
They kept up the sport until five o'clock, when their mammas said it was time to start for home, and counted the children to see if all were there. Only five could be found. There should have been six. Who was missing?
It was four-year-old Willie. "Willie, Willie!" shouted every one, and from the great red rock came a faint reply. Then began "hide-and-seek" in earnest, and soon they spied the little fellow sitting on the side of the rock full five yards up.
"Why, Willie!" called his