قراءة كتاب The Nursery, September 1881, Vol. XXX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
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The Nursery, September 1881, Vol. XXX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers
for them.
One day Lisa was alone in the house. Her sister had gone away to spend the day, and her father was out fishing. A heavy storm came up. It rocked the house, and blew the shutters to and fro; but Lisa never heeded it, for she was thinking of her father.
After the storm had ceased, she went to the door and looked out. An old fisherman was passing with his son. She asked him about her father. He pointed out the place where he had seen him before the storm, and said, "I fear that your father's boat has been driven upon the rocks, for it is no longer to be seen."
Without a moment's delay, Lisa tied on her hat, and hastened down to the shore. She got into a boat, and was pushing off, when an old sailor stopped her, and asked her where she was going.
"I am going in search of my father," said she.
"I will go with you, my good girl," said the sailor; and he sprang into the boat, and took the oars.
They rowed out to the rocks, for the sea had gone down. Poor Lisa's heart sank within her as she gazed upon that angry coast; for the first thing that caught her eyes was a fragment of a boat.
Yes, her father's boat had surely been wrecked. "Oh, my dear, dear father!" said Lisa, bursting into tears, "I shall never see him again."
But hark! There comes a shout, "Boat ahoy!" Lisa's heart beats wildly, for it is her father's voice. Quick as thought, the sailor pulls to the place where the sound came from. And there Lisa found her father clinging to a rock. What a joyful meeting there was! And how happy Lisa felt to think that she had gone so promptly to the rescue!
There were thankful hearts in the fisherman's cottage that night; and Lisa never forgot the good old sailor who had proved such a true friend in time of need.
THE SOLDIERS.
Five nimble soldiers marching to and fro.
First General Spry,
Next Colonel Try,
Then Major Tall,
And Sergeant Dapper,
And Corporal Small.
Five gallant soldiers all in fine array,
Five dashing soldiers meet them on the way.
First General Stout,
Next Colonel Look-out,
Then Major Trim,
And Sergeant Taper,
And Corporal Slim.
Ten gallant soldiers waiting our command,
Look, and you will see them,—five upon each hand.
DRAWING-LESSON.VOL. XXX—NO. 3.
JENNY AND BENNY.
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Was ever child so lovely!
Was ever child so fair! Had ever child such bright blue eyes, Such lips, such golden hair! Say, is there any baby With this one to compare? |
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Oh, yes! there is one other
That's just as good as she: It is my baby-brother, Whose picture here you see. |
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THE PET FAWN.
NE day, Albert, who lived in a city, received a letter from his papa, who was absent in the country, which I think my little readers will enjoy also, and so I have got Albert's permission to give it to them. This is the letter:—
My dear little Boy,—In a lonely place, just at the edge of a wood, where I was detained, week before last, I came across a most delightful little pet. You could not guess in twenty guesses what it was, and so I will tell you at once.
It was a fawn about eight months old. I am sure if you could have seen him you would never have given papa a moment's rest till you had him as your own pet; and perhaps I shall have something to say to you about that by and by.
Well, this charming little pet was of a light yellowish-brown color, and over his whole body were white spots about the size of a dime.
Some boys had surprised him asleep, when he was about a week old, and had carefully taken him home with them. There he had been tended and made much of by the whole family, and so he had grown to have a genuine affection for his captors.
He was allowed full freedom to go about the woods as he chose, and never failed to return at night; and when called by name—for the boys had named him Dick—he would come bounding up as if he dearly loved to be petted.
It was amusing to see him eat milk. When the saucer was set before him and he commenced to lap the milk, he would beat a tattoo with one of his front feet. He never lapped his saucer of milk without, in this manner, beating the floor with his hoof.
Now, my little boy, I do wish that these boys might be induced to sell this fawn. If I could get him, don't you think a little boy that I could name would have a beautiful pet? But we will not expect too much, will we?
I want to tell my little readers that Albert has a fawn which he calls his own and pets and caresses. It has a blue ribbon around its neck with a little bell attached, and we all laugh to see it beat a tattoo with its little foot while it laps milk from a saucer. Albert says,
