A group of boys was assembled in an open field to the west of the public schoolhouse in the town of Crawford. Most of them held hats in their hands, while two, stationed sixty feet distant from each other, were "having catch."<br><br>Tom Pinkerton, son of Deacon Pinkerton, had just returned from Brooklyn, and while there had witnessed a match game between two professional clubs. On his return he proposed that the boys of Crawford should establish a club, to be known as the Excelsior Club of Crawford, to play among themselves, and on suitable occasions to challenge clubs belonging to other villages. This proposal was received with instant approval.<br><br>"I move that Tom Pinkerton address the meeting," said one boy.<br><br>"Second the motion," said another.<br><br>As there was no chairman, James Briggs was appointed to that position, and put the motion, which was unanimously carried.
Bernadou clung to his home with a dogged devotion. He would not go from it to fight unless compelled, but for it he would have fought like a lion. His love for his country was only an indefinite shadowy existence that was not clear to him; he could not save a land that he had never seen, a capital that was only to him as an empty name; nor could he comprehend the danger that his nation ran; nor could he desire to go forth and spend his lifeblood in defence of things unknown to him. He was only a peasant, and he could not read nor greatly understand. But affection for his birthplace was a passion with him,—mute indeed, but deep-seated as an oak. <br><br>Contents<br><br>1. A LEAF IN THE STORM<br>2. CATS<br>3. AN ADVENTURE<br>4. FOR THOSE WHO LOVE MUSIC<br>5. OUT OF DOORS<br>6. THE TABOO<br>7. SCHOOL DAYS AT THE CONVENT<br>8. IN BRITTANY<br>9. THE ADIRONDACKS<br>10. AN ASCENT OF KILAUEA<br>11. THE FETISH<br>12. SALMON FISHING IN IRELAND<br>13. ACROSS RUNNING WATER<br>14. THE PINE-TREE SHILLINGS
There was once a man who had three sons, the youngest of whom was called the Simpleton. He was laughed at and despised and neglected on all occasions. Now it happened one day that the eldest son wanted to go into the forest, to hew wood, and his Mother gave him a beautiful cake and a bottle of wine to take with him, so that he might not suffer from hunger or thirst. When he came to the wood he met a little old grey man, who, bidding him good-day, said: "Give me a small piece of the cake in your wallet, and let me drink a mouthful of your wine; I am so hungry and thirsty." But the clever son answered: "If I were to give you my cake and wine, I should have none for myself, so be off with you," and he left the little man standing there, and walked away. Hardly had he begun to hew down a tree, when his axe slipped and cut his arm, so that he had to go home at once and have the wound bound up. This was the work of the little grey man.
IN THE SNOW<br><br>It was a bright, wintry day. The frost jewels sparkled on the snow. The winds blew cutting cold from the north.<br><br>Phyllis, in her scarlet coat and cap, and long, warm leggings, waded in the deepest drifts she could find.<br><br>Out by the garden fence was the greatest drift. After floundering through it, Phyllis climbed up and perched on the top rail of the fence.<br><br>She sat quite still, for she was almost breathless after her struggle in the snow.<br><br>Suddenly, just over her head, Phyllis heard a whistle. She started so that she almost fell from the fence.<br><br>Again came the whistle, clear, sweet, and long drawn out. Phyllis looked up, and there on the branch of the elm-tree sat a cheery little bird.<br><br>With a third whistle he flew down to the fence and perched beside Phyllis.<br><br>He came quite close and stared at the little girl in a gay, curious manner, as though he might be looking for a playfellow.<br><br>"Who are you?" asked Phyllis, ......
This book is equally appreciated by beginner or expert. It contains most valuable information and instructions for everyone who crochets or wishes to learn to do this beautiful work. It embodies a very careful selection of designs; and, from the simplest to the most ornate, every successive step is explained and illustrated so fully that perfect results are a certainty.<br><br>It describes the making of the newest designs for the ever popular use of crochet and gives instructions and patterns for Edgings, Borders, Scarf-Ends, Insertions, Yokes, Lunch-Sets, Doilies, etc.<br><br>The first thing to be done in knitting is to cast on or, as it is sometimes called, to "set up the foundation." (Figure 1). There are several methods for this, the following being that preferred and generally used by the writer: Leave a spare end of thread, sufficient for the number of stitches you wish to cast on, lying toward the left, the spool or ball from which the working-thread is drawn being at the right.
When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,<br><br>I used to keep my master's HORSES,<br>With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,<br><br>And here a Gee, and there a Gee, <br><br>And everywhere a Gee;<br><br>Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?<br>When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,<br><br>I used to keep my master's LAMBS,<br>With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,<br><br>And here a Baa, and there a Baa,<br><br>And everywhere a Baa;<br><br>With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,<br><br>And here a Gee, and there a Gee, And everywhere a Gee;<br>Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?<br>When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,<br><br>I used to keep my master's HENS,<br>With a Chuck-chuck here, and a Chuck-chuck there,<br><br>And here a Chuck, and there a Chuck,<br><br>And everywhere a Chuck;<br><br>With a Baa-baa here, and a Baa-baa there,<br>When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,<br><br>I used to keep my master's HORSES,<br>With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,
I. GENERAL ACTIVITIES OF LIVING ORGANISMS.<br><br>The casual observer, even if he watches thoughtfully the various activities of plants and animals, would hardly believe these activities capable of classification into two general classes. He notes the germination of the plant seed and its early growth, step by step approaching a stage of maturity; it blossoms, produces seed, and if it is an annual plant, withers and dies. If it is a perennial plant its leaves only, wither and die at the approach of winter, the plant passing into a resting stage from which it awakes the following spring to repeat again its annual cycle.<br><br>If he observes an animal he finds that it similarly develops to a stage of maturity, reproduces its kind, withers and dies; but incident to these general activities he notes numerous others that seem to have no relation to the activity of the plant. He sees men tilling the fields, felling the forests, building houses, factories and railroads; …
The new Royal Cook Book has been prepared to meet the large and ever increasing demand for a guide to wholesome and palatable home cooking. The young housewife will find here complete simple directions for making delicious cakes and other culinary delights. Experienced cooks and those more skilled in the art will find here many of their favorite recipes and in addition helpful suggestions, especially in the matter of saving eggs and other expensive materials.
Carpentry is the oldest of the arts, and it has been said that the knowledge necessary to make a good carpenter fits one for almost any trade or occupation requiring the use of tools. The hatchet, the saw, and the plane are the three primal implements of the carpenter. The value is in knowing how to use them.<br><br>The institution of Manual Training Schools everywhere is but a tardy recognition of the value of systematic training in the use of tools. There is no branch of industry which needs such diversification, in order to become efficient.<br><br>The skill of the blacksmith is centered in his ability to forge, to weld, and to temper; that of the machinist depends upon the callipered dimensions of his product; the painter in his taste for harmony; the mason on his ability to cut the stone accurately; and the plasterer to produce a uniform surface. But the carpenter must, in order to be an expert, combine all these qualifications, in a greater or less degree, …
AN OLD STORY<br><br>I<br><br>It was roses, roses, all the way,<br><br>With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:<br><br>The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,<br><br>The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,<br><br>A year ago on this very day.<br><br>II<br><br>The air broke into a mist with bells,<br><br>The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.<br><br>Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels—<br><br>But give me your sun from yonder skies!"<br><br>They had answered, "And afterward, what else?"<br><br>III<br><br>Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun<br><br>To give it my loving friends to keep!<br><br>Nought man could do, have I left undone:<br><br>And you see my harvest, what I reap<br><br>This very day, now a year is run.<br>IV<br><br>There's nobody on the house-tops now—<br><br>Just a palsied few at the windows set;<br><br>For the best of the sight is, all allow,<br><br>At the Shambles' Gate—or, better yet,<br><br>By the very scaffold's foot, I trow.<br><br>.......