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This poem should be read and remembered at, and mothers never let them read books that have this season of snowy sports, and, as it came too so much bad English in them, – that it would n't late for a more prominent place, we have put it be so much amiss if all the bad grammar was put in here, where we hope all our readers will see it and the mouths of servants and other ignorant persons, profit by it:
but that in these books even what seem to be the " THE WATCHER.
children of nice families talk as if they had never “When coasters are merry on the hill,
been told how to speak correctly. I would tell you Going and coming with laugh and shout,
which of the stories they find most fault with, only
I am afraid it would seem ungrateful to the writers There is always some one standing still,
who have taken so much trouble for us. Now, From behind the old tree looking out.
dear Editors, I hope I have n't done wrong to tell "You see no rope in his bare, red hands,
you all this, and that, if there is any truth in what No sled awaits the impatient knee,
my companions say, you will be good enough to Uncared for and silent there he stands,
ask your contributors to be more careful; for I assure With the wistful eye of poverty.
you it is very hard, when one is far away from one's
own country, to hear it criticised in this way with“ Boys, do you never see such a one?
out being quite sure there is no ground for it. Look for one moment into his eyes, –
“ Your little exile, Be sure that the choicest kind of fun
“ MILDRED. Would be to light them with glad surprise.
"(I have n't given you my real name.)"
Agatha H. We are limited to no set of writers : “ Just bid him change places now and then, we take the best that is offered only. Nor wait to do so until you puff !
Starlight. Pray for them which despitefully Grow into noble and blessed men,
use you.” Who give before self has had enough.
A. Strit-r. Your verses and rhymes are good, "CHARLOTTE F. BATES."
have not written a poem. “Paris, France, July 9, 1866. Belle Langley. You may try, certainly: but do “Dear EDITORS, –
not expect much. “ I think you will be glad to hear that, though I
Hautboy. The new one is a little too involved, am so far away from home, some kind friend has
we think. It is neatly done. sent me those delightful books, Our Young
L. V.H. Not quite.
Mrs. Isaac A. P. Thanks for your letter, as a little something about what American children well as for the specimen of verse. are obliged to hear when they are sent away to a
Herbert F. R. has written "A Child's Wish," strange country for their education, as I am.
which is so pleasant in its way, that we print it are very much laughed at by our young compan
here: ions, especially the English, because we use free and easy every-day expressions, and they say we
“O, if I were a butterfly, don't know how to speak good English. Their
I know what I would do ; great delight is to laugh at us about the use we
No tiresome lessons would I have make of guess, real, fix, mad, and a great many
All the long summer through. other words which they say we don't know how or
" I'd Ay about among the flowers, where to use. They also say a great many disagree
Without a thought of ill, able things about us, and, worst of all, that we are
Through the long summer day; and when, not dutiful and affectionate to our ents, nor re
Behind the western hill, spectful to other older persons. Now, dear Editors, I don't believe one half of this is true, and “ The great round sun had sunk at last, even if it is, I could tell them of just as many faults And stars began to peep, of their own if they are not just the same, but I am
Into the cup of some sweet flower afraid there is some truth in it, and I do wish you
I'd fly, and go to sleep. would persuade some of your good contributors, who know all about it, to write an article for one number “ The cool light winds would rock
my flower, of Our Young Folks,' telling us just what the real There 'neath the apple-tree, faults in our language and manners are. There is And the brave fire-flies would keep watch another thing, dear Editors, I want to speak to you
That no harm came to me. about, though I am almost afraid it is hardly respectful to do so. I was so very happy when the num- “ I would I were a butterfly bers of “Our Young Folks' came, because I wanted Amid the sweet wild-flowers ; to show them to my schoolmates, — and what do No doubt or danger should I know you think they say? They say that their fathers Through all the summer hours."
Mary A. H. writes:
“P. S. (said to be the most important part of a "I am now 'sweet sixteen,' and of course de letter, and it probably is in this case at least). sirous to make as good an appearance in
“In the Letter Box' in the September num
company as possible. In order to do this, it seems to me ber of last year there is an inquiry from a large necessary to have at least some general knowledge family of children: 'Who can tell us how to make of the subjects that are commonly talked of in the largest and most splendid soap-bubbles?' common society.
“Glycerine in the water used to make the bub"I have seen how very kind you were to answer bles will make the bubbles stronger, and when the questions of your correspondents, and have stronger they can be blown larger and they will taken the liberty to write to you and ask you a last longer. few questions which I hope you will be kind enough “I do not know the proportion of glycerine used, to answer.
but I think it is a few drops of the liquid glycerine “(1.) When was Jean Ingelow born ? and when to a common bowl of soapsuds. did she first appear before the public as a poetess? “Probably one of the chemical soaps referred to
"(2.) What is her most important poem? is 'glycerine' soap.
“(3.) Who is the artist illustrating the papers “Glycerine does not make the hues of the bubble entitled • William Henry's Letters to his Grand- more brilliant, for that hardly seems possible." mother?'
(1.) We do not know; she is probably from “(4.) Is it dishonorable to be a flirt?
thirty-five to forty years of age. (2.) Her best “(5). Is it not better to have a quiet marriage poem is probably to be considered “The High than a fashionable wedding, especially if one mar- Tide”; of her philosophical poems “Divided " is ries a poor man?
the finest, we think, while her best lyrical writing “(6.) Will 'Willy Wisp' tell us his true name? is in the “Songs of Seven.” (3.) We cannot tell
“I have taken the Magazine since it was first you. (4.) We have already printed a good deal on published, and of course agree with every one in this subject, of which some of our readers think thinking it unrivalled ; and certainly 'Our Letter altogether too much. (5.) Decidedly. (6.) No. Box' is one of its pleasantest features.
(.) If we can get first-rate problems. "(7.) Won't you give a set of Geometrical, Al- C. A. B. (Philadelphia.) Please to try a long gebraical, Arithmetical, Astronomical, Grammati- rebus. Your geographical ones are excellently cal, or some other ical questions?
sketched, but rather short. — It is Gibraltar, not “Your true friend. ter.
If you have all guessed that last month's puzzle was "Throw physic to the dogs," you are quite ready to try your skill at another one. And here it is, drawn by Mr. Day, directly from the First Scene in the Fifth Act of Shakespeare's “Hamlet."
HERE is a country, which I will show you
when I get into Maps, where the children have everything their own way.
It is a most delightful country to live in. The grown-up people are obliged to obey the children, and are never allowed to sit up to supper, except on their birthdays. The children order them to make jam and jelly and marmalade, and tarts and pies and puddings and all manner of pastry. If they say they won't, they are put in the corner till they do. They are sometimes allowed to have some, but when they have some, they generally have powders given them afterwards.
One of the inhabitants of this country, a truly sweet young creature of the name of Mrs. Orange, had the misfortune to be sadly plagued by her numerous family. Her parents required a great deal of looking after, and they had connections and companions who were scarcely ever out of mischief. So Mrs. Orange said to herself, “ I really cannot be troubled with these Torments any longer, I must put them all to school." * Aged half
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1868, by TiCK NOR AND FIELDS, in the Clerk's
Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts. VOL. IV. — NO. V.
Mrs. Orange took off her pinafore, and dressed herself very nicely, and took up her baby, and went out to call upon another lady of the name of Mrs. Lemon, who kept a Preparatory Establishment. Mrs. Orange stood upon the scraper to pull at the bell, and gave a Ring-ting-ting.
Mrs. Lemon's neat little housemaid, pulling up her socks as she came along the passage, answered the Ring-ting-ting.
“Good morning," said Mrs. Orange. * Fine day. How do you do? Mrs. Lemon at home ?"
“ Yes, ma'am.”
Mrs. Orange's baby was a very fine one, and real wax all over. Mrs. Lemon's baby was leather and bran. However, when Mrs. Lemon came into the drawing-room with her baby in her arms, Mrs. Orange said politely, “Good morning. Fine day. How do you do? And how is little TootleumBoots ?"
"Well, she is but poorly. Cutting her teeth, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon. “O, indeed, ma'am !” said Mrs. Orange. “No fits, I hope ?" “No, ma'am.” “How many teeth has she, ma'am ?” “Five, ma'am.”
My Emilia, ma'am, has eight," said Mrs. Orange. “Shall we lay them on the mantel-piece side by side, while we converse ?” “By all means, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon.
“ Hem !" “The first question is, ma'am,” said Mrs. Orange, —“I don't bore you?”
“Not in the least, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon. “ Far from it, I assure you.” Then
pray have you," said Mrs. Orange,“ have you any vacancies ?” “Yes, ma'am. How many might you require ? "
“Why, the truth is, ma'am,” said Mrs. Orange, “ I have come to the conclusion that my children," — 0, I forgot to say that they call the grown-up people children in that country, -" that my children are getting positively too much for me. Let me see. Two parents, two intimate friends of theirs, one godfather, two godmothers, and an aunt. Have you as many as eight vacancies ? "
“I have just eight, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon.
Why, we do occasionally shake,” said Mrs. Lemon, “and we have slapped. But only in extreme cases."
"Could I, ma'am,” said Mrs. Orange, “could I see the establishment?”
“With the greatest of pleasure, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon.
Mrs. Lemon took Mrs. Orange into the school-room, where there were a number of pupils. “Stand up, children!” said Mrs. Lemon, and they all
" To see
Mrs. Orange whispered to Mrs. Lemon, “ There is a pale bald child with red whiskers, in disgrace. Might I ask what he has done?”
“Come here, White,” said Mrs. Lemon, "and tell this lady what you have been doing.”
Betting on horses,” said White, sulkily.
“There 's a vicious boy for you, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon. “Go along with you, sir. This is Brown, Mrs. Orange. O, a sad case, Brown's ! Never knows when he has had enough. Greedy. How is your gout, sir?"
“ Bad," said Brown.
“What else can you expect ? " said Mrs. Lemon. “ Your stomach is the size of two. Go and take exercise directly. Mrs. Black, come here to me. Now here is a child, Mrs. Orange, ma'am, who is always at play. She can't be kept at home a single day together; always gadding about and spoiling her clothes. Play, play, play, play, from morning to night, and to morning again. How can she expect to improve ! ”
“Don't expect to improve," sulked Mrs. Black. “ Don't want to."
“ There is a specimen of her temper, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon. her when she is tearing about, neglecting everything else, you would suppose her to be at least good-humored. But bless you, ma'am, she is as pert and as flouncing a minx as ever you met with in all your days !”
“You must have a great deal of trouble with them, ma'am," said Mrs. Orange.
“Ah! I have indeed, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon. “ What with their tempers, what with their quarrels, what with their never knowing what 's good for them, and what with their always wanting to domineer, deliver me from these unreasonable children!”
“Well, I wish you good morning, ma'am,” said Mrs. Orange. “Well, I wish you good morning, ma'am,” said Mrs. Lemon.
So Mrs. Orange took up her baby and went home, and told the family that plagued her so that they were all going to be sent to school. They said they did n't want to go to school, but she packed up their boxes and packed them off.
“O dear me, dear me! Rest and be thankful!" said Mrs. Orange, throwing herself back in her little arm-chair. “Those troublesome troubles are got rid of, please the Pigs !”
Just then another lady, named Mrs. Alicumpaine, came calling at the street door with a Ring-ting-ting.
" My dear Mrs. Alicumpaine,” said Mrs. Orange, “how do you do ? Pray stay to dinner. We have but a simple joint of sweet-stuff, followed by a