The Nursery, July 1881, Vol. XXX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers

FOR YOUNGEST READERS.

VOLUME XXX.--No. 1.

BOSTON: THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY, NO. 36 BROMFIELD STREET. 1881.

Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.

IN PROSE.

PAGE Hide and Seek 193 Flowers for Mamma 195 Outwitted 197 Zip Coon 199 The Fuss in the Poultry-Yard 201 Our Charley 206 Drawing-Lesson 209 More about "Parley-voo" 210 The old Pump 214 Winter on Lake Constance 215 Swan-upping 216 The Man in the Moon 219 The Boy and the Cat 220

IN VERSE.

Hammock Song 196 Rosie and the Pigs 198 What's up 203 Minding Mother 204 Peet-Weet 207 Baby's Ride 212 Baby-Brother 222 Under Green Leaves (with music) 224

VOL. XXX.--NO. 1.]

HIDE-AND-SEEK.

WHERE is Charley? Where can the boy have gone? Just now he was here by my side. Now he is out of my sight. I will call him. 'Charley, Charley, my boy! where are you?'

"No answer. Hark! I hear a noise up in that tree. Can that be Charley? Oh, no! It is a bird. 'Little bird, have you seen a small boy with curly hair? Tell me where to look for him.'

"The bird will not tell me. I must ask the squirrel. 'Squirrel, have you seen a boy with rosy cheeks?' Away goes the squirrel into a hole without saying a word.

"Ah! there goes a butterfly. I will ask him. 'Butterfly, have you seen a boy, with black eyes, rosy cheeks, and curly hair?' The butterfly lights on a bush. Now he flies again. Now he is off without making any reply.

"Dear me! what shall I do? Is my little boy lost in the woods? Must I go home without him? Oh, how can I live without my boy!"

Out pops a laughing face from the bushes.

"Here I am, mamma!" says Charley. "Don't cry. Here I am close by you."

"Why, so you are. Come out here, you little rogue, and tell me where you have been all this time."

"I have been right behind this tree, and I heard every word you said," says Charley.

"What a joke that was! Why, Charley, you must have kept still for as much as three minutes. I never knew you to do that before."

IDA FAY.

FLOWERS FOR MAMMA.

OUR readers will remember a picture of this same little girl as she was taking her doll to ride. While Dolly was taking her nap, Grace ran into the garden again. She flitted about among the flowers, as busy as a bee, for a few minutes. Then she came running into the house. The picture shows what she brought back to her mamma.

JANE OLIVER.

HAMMOCK SONG.

HEIGH-HO, to and fro! How the merry breezes blow!

Blue skies, blue eyes, Baby, bees, and butterflies,

Daisies growing everywhere, Breath of roses in the air!

Dollie Dimple, swing away, Baby darling, at your play.

MARY D. BRINE.

OUTWITTED.

ONE fine summer day a very hungry fox sallied out in search of his dinner. After a while his eye rested on a young rooster, which he thought would make a very good meal: so he lay down under a wall and hid himself in the high grass, intending to wait until the rooster got near enough, and then to spring on him, and carry him off.

Suddenly, however, the rooster saw him and flew, in a great fright, to the top of the wall.

The fox could not get him there, and he knew it: so he came out from his hiding-place, and addressed the rooster thus: "Dear me!" he cried, "how handsomely you are dressed! I came to invite your magnificence to a grand christening feast. The duck and the goose have promised to come, and the turkey, though slightly ill, will try to come also.

"You see that only those of rank are bidden to this feast, and we beg you to adorn it with your splendid talent for music. We are to have the most delicate little cock-chafers served up on toast, a delicious salad of earthworms, in fact all manner of good things. Will you not return then with me to my house?"

"Oh ho!" said the rooster, "how kind you are! What fine stories you tell! Still I think it safest to decline your kind invitation. I am sorry not to go to that splendid feast; but I cannot leave my wife, for she is sitting on seven new eggs. Good-by! I hope you will relish those earthworms. Don't come too near me, or I will crow for the dogs. Good-by!"

LEONORA, from the German.

ROSIE AND THE PIGS.

ROSIE was breakfasting out on the grass When two pigs, on a walking tour, happened to pass. One pig, with rude manners, came boldly in front, And first gave a stare, and then gave a grunt, As much as to say, "What is that you have got? Just give us a taste, my dear, out of your pot!"

T.