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Page 185—Froggy LandMouse that Lost her TailOnce upon a time a Cat and Mouse were playing together, when, quite by accident, the cat bit off the Mouse's tail.It was very strange that the Cat did not bite off the Mouse's head. But this Mouse was a good Mouse, and never stole any cheese; and so the Cat only bit off her tail. Mousey was very much vexed to see that her tail was gone, so she said to Pussy—"Oh, dear Pussy! do give me my tail again.""No, that I will not," said Pussy, "till you get me some milk for my breakfast.""Oh, the Cow will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Cow, and thus began:—"Please, Cow, give me some milk. I want to give Pussy milk, and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will get me some hay for my breakfast." said the Cow."Oh, the Farmer will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Farmer, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Farmer, give me some hay; I want to give the Cow hay The Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some bread for my breakfast," said the Farmer."Oh, the Baker will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Baker, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Baker, give me some bread; I want to give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some meat for my breakfast," said the baker."Oh, the Butcher will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Butcher, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Butcher, give me some meat. I want to give the Baker meat. The Baker will give me some bread; I will give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will eat up the crumbs that have fallen at my breakfast," said the Butcher."Oh, that I will," said the Mouse, and she soon cleared the floor of every crumb.Then the Butcher gave the Mouse some meat, and the Mouse gave the Baker the meat, and the Baker gave the Mouse some bread, and the Mouse gave the Farmer the bread, and the Farmer gave the Mouse some hay, and the Mouse gave the Cow the hay, and the Cow gave the Mouse some milk, and the Mouse gave Pussy the milk, and then Pussy gave poor little Mousey her own tail again.So she frisked and jumped, and away she ranAnd cried out to Pussy, "Catch me if you can!"Mouse GruelThere was an Old Person of Ewell,Who chiefly subsisted on gruel,But to make it taste nice, he inserted some mice,Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.Wise MiceSome little mice sat in a barn to spin,Pussy came by and she popped her head in."Shall I come in and cut your threads off?""Oh, no, kind sir, you will bite our heads off!"Mouse Ran up the ClockHickory, diccory dock,The mouse ran up the clock,The clock struck one, the mouse ran down,Hickory, diccory, dock.A Frog he would a-Wooing GoA Frog he would a-wooing go,Whether his mother would have it or no;So off he set with his nice new hat,And on the road he met a rat."Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see!"When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,They gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.Frog, Rat and Mousey."Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?""Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin.""Pray, Mrs. Mouse, Will you give us some beer?For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.""Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song—But let it be something that's not very long!""Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,"A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog.""Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."But while they were all a merry-making,A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.The cat she seized the rat by the crown;The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright:He took up his hat, and wished them good-night.But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,So there was an end of one, two, and three.The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-ee.Man that Caught a MouseThe Little priest of Felton,The little priest of Felton,He killed a mouse within his house,And ne'er a one to help him.Three Blind MiceThree blind mice! three blind mice!See how they run! see how they run!They all ran after the farmer's wife,They cut off their tails with a carving knife;Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?The Three Unfortunate MiceThree little dogs were basking in the cinders;Three little cats were playing in the windows;Three little mice hopped out of a hole,And a piece of cheese they stole;The three little cats jumped down in a trice,And cracked the bones of the three little mice.The Foolish MouseIn a crack near the cupboard, with dainties provided,A certain young mouse with her mother resided;So securely they lived in that snug, quiet spot,Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.But one day the young mouse, which was given to roam,Having made an excursion some way from her home,On a sudden returned, with such joy in her eyes,That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise."O mother," said she, "The good folks of this house,I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse;And those tales can't be true you always are telling,For they've been at such pains to construct us a dwelling."The floor is of wood, and the walls are of wires,Exactly the size that one's comfort requires;And I'm sure that we there shall have nothing to fear,If ten cats, with kittens, at once should appear."And then they have made such nice holes in the wall,One could slip in and out, with no trouble at all;But forcing one through such rough crannies as these,Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze."But the best of all is, they've provided, as well,A large piece of cheese, of most exquisite smell;'T was so nice, I had put in my head to go through,When I thought it my duty to come and fetch you.""Ah, child," said the mother, "believe, I entreat,Both the cage and the cheese are a terrible cheat;Do not think all that trouble they took for our good,They would catch us and kill us there if they could."Thus they've caught and killed scores, and I never could learn,That a mouse who once entered did ever return."Let young people mind what the old people say,And, when danger is near them keep out of the way.Previous-Index-NextPage 186—Mixed Animal LandFox Reading 'The Poultry Fancier's Gazette'.The Fox and the CatThe fox and the cat as they travelled one day,With moral discourses cut shorter on the way:"'Tis great," says the fox, "to make justice our guide!""How godlike is mercy!" Grimalkin replied.Whilst thus they proceeded, a wolf from the wood,Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood,Rushed forth—as he saw the dull shepherd asleep—And seized for his supper an innocent sheep."In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat;When mutton's at hand," says the wolf, "I must eat."Grimalkin's astonished—the fox stood aghast,To see the fell beast at his bloody repast."What a wretch!" says the cat—"'tis the vilest of brutes;Does he feed upon flesh when there's herbage and roots?"Cries the fox, "While our oaks give us acorns so good,What a tyrant is this to spill innocent blood!"Well, onward they marched, and they moralised still.Till they came where some poultry picked chaff by a mill.Sly Reynard surveyed the them with gluttonous eyes,And made, spite of morals, a pullet his prize!A mouse, too, that chanced from her covert to stray,The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey!A spider that sat in her web on the wall,Perceived the poor victims, and pitied their fall;She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!"So ran to regale on a new-taken fly!Sour GrapesA fox was trotting one day,And just above his headHe spied a vine of luscious grapes,Rich, ripe, and purple-red.Eager he tried to snatch the fruit,But, ah! it was too high;Poor Reynard had to give it up,And, heaving a deep sigh,He curl'd his nose and said, "Dear me!I would not waste an hourUpon such mean and common fruit—I'm sure those grapes are sour!"'Tis thus we often wish thro' life,When seeking wealth and pow'rAnd when we fall, say, like the fox,We're "sure the grapes are sour!"The Fox and the MaskA fox walked round a toyman's shop(How he came there, pray do not ask),But soon he made a sudden stop,To look and wonder at a mask.The mask was beautiful and fair,A perfect mask as e'er was made;At which a lady meant to wearAt the ensuing masquerade.He turned it round with much surprise,To find it prove so light and thin;"How strange!" astonished Reynard cries,"Here's mouth and nose, and eyes and chin."And cheeks and lips, extremely pretty;And yet, one thing there still remainsTo make it perfect—what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"Thus, to some boy or maiden pretty;Who to get learning takes no pains,May we exclaim, "Ah! what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"The Fox and CrowIn a dairy a crow,Having ventured to go,Some food for her young ones to seek,Flew up in the treesWith a fine piece of cheese,Which she joyfuly held in her beak.A fox who lived by,To the tree saw her fly,And to share in the prize he made a vow,For, having just dined,He for cheese felt inclined,So he went and sat under the bough.She was cunning he knew,But so was he, too,And with flattery adapted his plan;For he knew if she'd speak,It must fall from his beak,So, bowing politely, began:"'Tis a very fine day,"(Not a word did she say),"The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south:A fine harvest for peas;"He then looked at the cheese,But the crow did not open her mouth.Sly Reynard, not tired,He plumage admired:"How charming! how brilliant its hue!The voice must be fineOf a bird so divine,Ah, let me hear it, pray do.Believe me I longTo hear a sweet song;"The silly crow foolishly tries;She scarce gave one squall,When the cheese she let fall,And the fox ran away with the prize.Jane TaylorThe Blind Men and the Elephant(A Hindoo Fable)It was six men of IndostanTo learning much inclined,Who went to see an elephant,(Though all of them were blind),That each by observationMight satisfy his mind.The FIRST approached the Elephant,And happening to fallAgainst his broad and sturdy side,At once began to bawl:"God bless me!—but the ElephantIs very like a wall!"The SECOND feeling of the tusk,Cried: "Ho! what have we hereSo very round and smooth and sharp!To me 'tis mighty clearThis wonder of an ElephantIs very like a spear!"The THIRD approached the animal,And happening to takeThe squirming trunk within his hands,This boldly up and spake:"I see," quoth he, "The ElephantIs very like a snake!"The FOURTH reached out his eager hand,And felt about the knee,"What most this wondrous beast is likeIs mighty plain," quoth he;"'Tis clear enough the ElephantIs very like a tree!"The FIFTH, who chanced to touch the ear,Said: "E'n the blindest manCan tell what this resembles most,Deny the fact who can,This marvel of an ElephantIs very like a fan."The SIXTH no sooner had begunAbout the beast to grope,Than, seizing on the swinging tailThat fell within his scope,"I see," quoth he, "the ElephantIs very like a rope!"And so these men of IndostanDisputed loud and long,Each in his own opinionExceeding stiff and strong,Though each was partly in the right,And all were in the wrong.Elephant and Clown having Tea.Previous-Index-NextPage 187—Mixed Animal LandAn Address to a MouseSly little, cowering, timorous beastie!Oh what a panic's in thy breastie!You need not start away so hasty,With bickering speed:I should be loth to run and chase theeI should indeed!I'm truly sorry man's dominionHath broken Nature's social union,And justifies that ill opinionWhich makes thee startleAt me, thy poor earth-born companion,And fellow mortal.Sometimes, I doubt not, thou dost thieve;What then? poor beastie, thou must live;A little barley in the shieveIs small request;And all thou tak'st, I do believe,Will ne'er be missed.R. BurnsSong of the ToadI am an honest toad,Living here by the road;Beneath a stone I dwell,In a snug little cell.When the rain patters down,I let it wet my crown;And now and then I sipA drop with my lip.And now a catch a fly,And now I wink my eye,And now I take a hop,And now and then I stop.And this is all I do,And yet they sat it's trueThat the toad's face is sad,And his bite is very bad.Oh! naughty folks they beWho tell such tales of me!For I'm an honest toadJust living by the road,Hip, hip, hop.Mosquito SongIn a summer's night I take my flightTo where the maidens repose;And while they are slumbering sweet and sound,I bite them on the nose;The warm red blood that tints their cheeks,To me is precious dear,For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.When I get my fill, I wipe my bill,And sound my tiny horn;And off I fly to mountain highEre breaks the golden morn;But at eve I sally forth againTo tickle the sleeper's ear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.On the chamber wall about I crawl,Till landlord goes to bed;Then my bugle I blow, and down I goTo light upon his head.Oh, I love to see the fellow slap,And regret to hear him swear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.The Nightingale and Glow-wormA Nightingale, that all day longHad cheered the village with his song,Nor yet at eve his note suspended,Nor yet when eventide was ended,Began to feel—as well he might—The keen demands of appetite;When looking eagerly around,He spied, far off, upon the ground,A something shining in the dark,And knew the glow-worm by his spark;So; stooping down, from hawthorn top,He thought to put him in his cropThe worm, aware of his intent,Harangued him this, quite eloquent—"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,"As much as I your minstrelsy?You would abhor to do me wrong,As much as I to spoil your song;For 'twas the self-same power divineTaught you to sing, and me to shine:That you with music, I with light,Might beautify and cheer the night."The songster heard his short oration,And, warbling out his approbation,Released him as my story tells,And found a supper somewhere else.CowperThe Glow-wormBeneath this hedge, or near the stream,A worm is known to stray,That shows by night a lucid streamThat disappears by day.Disputes have been, and still prevail,From whence his rays proceed;Some give the honor to his tail,And others to his head;But this is sure—the hand of mightThat kindles up the skies,Gives him a modicum of light,Proportion'd to his size.Perhaps indulgent Nature meant,By such a lamp bestow'd,To bid the traveller as he went,Be careful where he trod.CowperHappiness of the GrasshopperHappy insect! what can beIn happiness compared with thee!Fed with nourishment divine,The dewy morning's gentle wine;Nature waits upon thee still,And thy verdant cup does fill.All the fields which thou dost see,All the plants belong to thee:All that summer hours produce,Fertile made with easy juice;The country hinds with gladness hear,Prophet of the ripened year!CowleyThe WhaleWarm and buoyant, in his oily mail,Gambols on seas of ice th' unwieldily whale;Wide waving fins round boating islands urgeHis bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;With hideous yawn, the flying shoals he seeks,Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks;Lifts o'er the tossing wave his nostril bare,And spouts the watery columns into air;The silvery arches catch the setting beams,And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.DarwinThe wasp and the BeeA wasp met a bee that was just buzzing by,And he said "Little Cousin, can you tell me whyYou are loved so much better by people than I."My back shines as bright, and as yellow as goldAnd my shape is most elegant too to behold,And yet nobody likes me for that, I am told,"Bz."Ah! Cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true,But if I were half as much mischief to do,Then I'm sure they would love me no better than you.Bz."You have a fine shape and a delicate wing,And they say you are handsome; but then there's one thingThey never can put up with; and that is your sting.Bz."My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,But yet no one is angry or scolding at me,Just because I'm a harmless and busy bee."Bz.From this little story let people beware,For if, like the cross wasp, ill-natured they are,They will never be loved, though they're ever so fair.My PetsI bring my little doggies milk;I bring my rabbits hay;I feed and tend, and love them well—Such helpless things are they!See! now in soft and cozy bedThey roll about and play;They've milk and bones, and all they want—Such happy pets are they!Man Carrying Animals.Previous-Index-NextPage 188—Squirrel LandBoy with Squirrel.The SquirrelI'm a merry, merry squirrel,All day I leap and whirlThrough my home in the old beech-treeIf you chase me I will runIn the shade and in the sun;But you never, never can catch meFor round a bough I'll creep,Playing hide and seek so sly;Or through the leaves bo-peep,With my little shining eye.Up and down I run and frisk,With my bushy tail to whiskAll who mope in the old beech-trees.How droll to see the owlAs I make him wink and growl,While his sleepy, sleepy head I tease!And I waken up the bat,Who flies off with a scream,For he thinks that I'm the catPouncing on him, in his dream.Through all the summer longI never want a songFrom birds in the old beech-treesI have singers all the night,And with the morning brightCome my busy, humming, fat, brown bees.When I've nothing else to doWith the nursing birds I sit;And we laugh at the cuckooA-coo-cooing to her tit!When winter comes with snowAn its cruel tempests blowAll my leaves from the old beech-trees,Then beside the wren and mouseI furnish up a house,Where, like a prince, I live at ease.What care I for hail or sleet,With my cozy cap and coat;And my tail about my feet,Or wrapped about my throat?Norman MacleodDucks and DucklingsOne little white duck,One little grey,Six little black ducksRunning out to play;One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim.One little white duckRunning from the water,One very fat duck—Pretty little daughter—One little grey duckHolding up its wings.One little bobbing duckMaking water rings.One little black duckStanding on a stone,One little grey duckSwimming all alone,One little grey duckHolding down it's head.One sleepy little duck,It has gone to bed!One little what duckRunning to its mother,Look among the water-reeds,May be there's another.One hungry little duckGoing out to dine,Two dainty little ducks,Snowy-white and fine.Merry little brown eyesO'er the picture linger,Point all the ducks out,Chubby little finger;Make the picture musical,Merry little shout;Now where's that other duck?What is he about?I thank that other duckIs the nicest duck of all,He hasn't any feathers,And his mouth is sweet and small;He runs with a light stepAnd jumps upon my knee,And though he cannot swimHe is very dear to me.One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim;One sleepy little duckTaking quite a nap,One precious little duckHere on mother's lap.A. L.The SquirrelThe pretty red squirrelLives up in a tree,A little blithe creatureAs ever can be;He dwells in the boughsWhere the stock-dove broods,Far in the shadesOf the green summer woods;His food is the youngJuicy cones of the pine,And the milky beech-nutIs his bread and his wine.In the joy of his natureHe frisks with a boundTo the topmost twigs,And then down to the ground.Then up again likeA winged thing,And from tree to treeWith a vaulting spring;Then he sits up aloft,And looks ragged and queer,As if he would say:"Ay, follow me here!"And then he grows pettish,And stamps his foot;And then with a chatter,He cracks his nut;And thus he livesAll the long summer through,Without either a careOr a thought of rue.The Mountain and the SquirrelThe mountain and the squirrelHad a quarrel,And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"Bun replied,"You are doubtless very big,But all sorts of things and weatherMust be taken togetherTo make up a year,And a sphere.And I think it no disgraceTo occupy my place.If I'm not so large as you,You are not so small as I.And not half so spry;I'll not deny you makeA very pretty squirrel track.Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;If I cannot carry forests on my back,Neither can you crack an nut!"R. W. EmersonAn Intelligent Tame Raccoon.Previous-Index-NextPage 189—Wonderful Bird NestsWonderful Birds' NestsFive Birds' Nests.Previous-Index-NextPage 190—Cole's Poems On BooksCole at the Age of 40.Edward William Cole: Aged 80.Coles Own PortraitWhat Books Do For Mankind1.Books should be found in every house,To form and feed the mind;They are the best of luxuriesTo happify mankind.2.For all good books throughout the worldAre man's most precious treasure;They make him wise, and bring himHis best, his choicest pleasure.3.Books make his time pass happily,Relieve his weary hours;Amuse, compose, instruct his mind;Enlarge his mental powers.4.Books teach the boys and girls of earthIn quite ten million schools;Books make the difference betweenEarth's learned and its fools.5.Books teach earth's teeming artisansThe proper way to take,To find, to plan, to build, to mix,And every product make.6.Books teach schoolmasters, clergymen,Of every rank and grade;And doctors, lawyers, judges, too—Books are their tools of trade.* * * * * *128.Books thus, by print, and pictures, bringThe whole world into view,And show what all men think about,And everything they do.129.Books give to man the historyOf each and every land;Books show him human actions past,The bad, the good, the grand.130.Books show him human arts and lawsOf every time and place;Books show the learnings and the faithsOf all the human race.131.Books give the best and greatest thoughtsOf all the good and wise;Books treasure human knowledge up,And thus it never dies.132.Books show men all that men have done,Have thought, have sung, have said,Books show the deeds and wisdom ofThe living and the dead.133.Books show that mankind's leading faiths,In morals are the same;That in their main essentialsThey differ but in name.134.Books show that virtue, goodness, love,Exist in every land;That some with kindly sympathiesAre found on every strand.135.Books show the joys, griefs, hopes and fears,Of every race and clan;Books show, by unity of thought,The brotherhood of man.136.Books thus will cause the flag of peaceThrough earth to be unfurled—Produce "the parliament of man,"And federate the world.137.Books give the reader vast delight,The bookless never know;Books give him pleasure, day and night,Wherever he may go.138.Books show narcotics, toxicants,Of each and every kind;Insidious destroyers all,Of body and of mind.139.Books, like strong drink, will drowns man's caresBut do not waste his wealth;Books leave him better, drink the worse,In character and health.140.Books teach and please him when a child,In youth and in his prime;Books give him soothing pleasure whenHis health and strength decline.141.Books teach, from their beginning, ofHigher beings than man;That One Almighty Goodness wasBefore the world began.142.Books give us hope beyond the grave,Of an immortal life;Books teach that right, and truth, and love,Shall banish every strife.143.Books therefore are, of all we own,The choicest things on earth;Books have, of all our worldly goods,The most intrinsic worth.144.Books are the greatest blessing brought,The grandest thing we sell;Books bring more joy,Books do more good,Than mortal tongue can tell.Previous-Index-NextPage 191—Comic AdvertiserSerious Sambo.Cole's Comic Advertiser(Or Fun Doctor's Assistant)Laughter as a Medicine."The physician tells us of the physical benefits of laughing. There is not the remotest corner or little inlet of the minute blood-vessels of the human body that does not feel some wavelet from the convulsion occasioned by good hearty laughter. The life principle, or the central man, is shaken to the innermost depths, sending new tided of life and strength to the surface, thus materially tending to insure good health to persons who indulge therein. The blood moves more rapidly, and conveys a different impression to all the organs of the body, as it visits them on that particular mystic journey when the man is laughing, from what it does at other times. For this reason every good, hearty laugh in which a person indulges lengthens his life, conveying as it does a new and distinct stimulus to the vital forces.""Fun is worth more thanphysic, and whoeverinvents or discovers a newsupply deserves the nameof public benefactor."Man Made to Laugh, not to Morn.Man warnt made tew mourn, man waz made tew laff. He iz the onla creeter or thing that God made tew laff out loud. It iz true he knows how to mourn, do duz animills know how, the birds kan tell their sorrows, and the flowers kan hang their pretty heds. Man was made tew smile, tew laff, to haw! tew throw up his hat, and sing halleluger. Man was made tew praze God, and he can't dew it by mourning. Awl the mourning there iz in this wurld was introduced bi man; man warnt made tew mourn any more than he was made to crawl. Tharfore i sa tew awl men and women, stop crying and go tew laffing, you will last longer, and git fatter, and stand just as good a chanse tew git tew heaven with a smile on your countenance as yu will with yure face leaking at every pore.—Josh BillingsJosh Billing's Prayer."From a wife who don'tluv us, from fluky mutton,and tite butes, and fromfolks who won't laff, goodLord deliver us."Parent Cats Admiring Their Kitten.Previous-Index-NextPage 192—Comic AdvertiserTestimonials to the astonishing Curing Power of Cole's Fun Doctor.The Tall King Bird.Couple, Before and After.Most Astonishing Cure of the AgeDear Sir—Many years ago it was my misfortune to be jilted in love by a cruel-hearted woman. I pined away, and fell into a bad state of health, and was advised by my friends to take some physic. I never took a single dose except somebody told me that it was exactly what I wanted to make me well—but it all did me no good. I only got worse until I came across the right thing, which I will presently describe. I find, in looking over my paid bills, the following are the kinds and quantities of physic I have used during my illness:— Holloway's Pills, 227 boxes; Cockle's Pills, 121 boxes, Beecham's Pills, 80 boxes; Parr's Life Pills, 76 boxes, Blue Pills, 849 boxes. One friend advised me to give up Pills and take some good old-fashioned physic. I took of Jalap, 37 pounds; Caster Oil; 180 bottles, Salts and Senna, 800 doses; Rhubarb and Magnesia, 300 doses; Brimstone and Treacle, 800 doses—but this did me no good. Another friend advised me to take some world-fames patent medicines, so I took of Eno's Fruit Salt 190 bottles, Warner's Safe Cure, 200 bottles; Townsend's Sarsaparilla, 120 bottles; Hop Bitters, 180 bottles; Dandelion Ale, two hogsheads. I took Hayter's Nerve Tonic, Hayter's Blood purifier, Hayter's Invigorator, and Hayter's Pick-Me-Up, of each 100 bottles; and Wolfe's Schnapps, 630 bottles— but I felt no better. Another friend came along, and said for my complaint it was no use taking medicines internally, and I must use the "Rub On Remedies," so I rubbed on Holloway's Ointment, 241 boxes; Davis's Pain Killer, 70 bottles; Moulton's Pain Paint, 60 bottles; St. Jacob's oil, Weston's Wizard Oil, and Croton Oil, of each 100 bottles: and of Eucalyptus Oil, 900 quart bottles—but I felt no better. Another friend advised the Herb Cure, so I took strong decoctions of Chamomile, Pennyroyal, Peppermint, Rue, Tansy, Quassia, Horehound, Wormwood, Aconite, Belladonna, Hemlock, Nux Vomica, Lungwort, Liverwort, Moonwort, Sneezewort, and Snakeweed—altogether I took about 1700 quarts of these horrid decoctions—but I felt no better. Another friend told me my stomach was out of order, and required cleansing, so I took of Ipecacuanha Wine 139 quarts—but this did not cure me. Another friend said all diseases come from insects, and I had insects in me, and must take special medicine for them, so I took of Keating's insecticide 730 packets—but got no better. Another friend advised me to try Homoeopathy. I took 111 tubes of pilules and 80 bottles of tinctures—but they did me no good. Another friend advised me to try the water cure. I took cold baths, warm baths, tepid baths, and Turkish baths in hundreds, and drank about twenty hogsheads of mineral waters—but it did me no good. Another friend advised the Acid Cure, so I took Acetic Acid, Muriatic Acid, Nitric Acid, Sulphuric Acid, Oxalic Acid, and Prussic Acid, of each about twenty quarts—but got no better. Another friend advised Soothing Medicines, so I took over 400 of Steedman's Soothing powders, and 130 bottles of Mother Winslow's Soothing Syrup—but I was still irritable and nervous. My last course of medicine consisted of Steel Drops, Balm of Gilead, Turpentine, Chloroform, Cod Liver Oil, Assafoetida, Spanish Flies, and Cayenne Pepper—about fifteen pounds of each—but it all did me no good. I simply got worse and worse, and was reduced to a mere shadow of skin and bone, but, as luck would have it, another friend came along—a true friend this time—and suggested Cole's FUN DOCTOR. I got it, and was well and stout in a Week, at a cost of 1s 6d.Sworn at Temple Court, and Signed in Everlasting Gratitude,Government House, MelbourneJOHN SMITHBachelor, Before and After.Previous-Index-NextPage 193—Comic AdvertiserVocal Solo.A man on a train was heard to groan so frightfully that the passengers took pity on him, and one of them gave him a drink out of a whisky flask. "Do you feel better?" asked the giver. "I do," said he who had groaned. "What ailed you anyway?" "Ailed me?" "Yes; what made you groan so?" "Groan! Great Land o'Goshen! I was singing!" The generous man will never quite cease to regret the loss of that drink of whisky.Instrumental Solo.Trio.Duet.Quartette.Cole's Book Arcade. Cole's Book Arcade,it is in Melbourne town,Of all the book stores in this land,it has the most renown.Full Band and Choir.TUNE: All the Tunes there are mixed.Previous-Index-NextPage 194—Comic AdvertiserGoing To Cole's Book Arcade, MelbournePersian Cat on a Penny-Farthing Bicycle.All the way from Persia on this bicycle.Children in a Boat.Why are these two nice children like thousands of knowledge-lovingindividuals? Because they frequently visit Cole's Book Arcade.Boy on a Bicycle.Guess where this young gentleman is going?To Cole's book arcade. Right. You're a Witch.Previous-Index-NextPage 195—Comic AdvertiserFrogs going to Cole's Book Arcade.Long-Legged Man Jumping Over a Cat.Previous-Index-NextPage 196—Wonderful Sea SerpentThe Sea-Serpent as a CarrierThe world-renowned sea-serpent has been specially chartered to bring a fresh supply of books every week from England to Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne; and also to show upon the coils of his body 2000 rainbows, being so many copies of that establishment. The sea-serpent, upon being communicated with, demanded a heavy price for his services, but Mr. Cole agreed to his terms, as he considered that 2000 of his rainbow signs travelling round the world on the sides of the famous sea-serpent would be a good advertisement for the Book Arcade.The Sea-Serpent carrying a load of books.True History of the Great Sea SerpentJohn Smith, the sea-serpent, was born in a swamp near Sydney, about 5000 years ago. He was hatched by a female Bunyip from an immense three cornered egg, which is supposed to have fallen out of the moon, and he is the only sea-serpent that ever existed. He never had relations, and is the only being in the world of whom the verse is true. He never had a father. He never had a mother. He never had a sister. He never had a brother. He also never had a wife. He is of a very shy disposition, and many fascinating mermaids have made love to him, and practiced all their well-known wiles upon him—but in vain: he is a bachelor still. Like some other animals mentioned in history, he thinks and talks like a man. He is exceedingly intelligent, and seems to have as much sense as 20,000 ordinary men or 21,000 women. He can sing with a voice of tremendous compass, from the sweet piping of a nightingale down to far below the deepest tones of the largest organ, or the noise made by discharges of artillery. Sometimes when he sings it shakes the ground for miles around, and if at sea causes a storm. His favourite songs are "A Life on the Ocean Wave," "What are the Wild Waves Saying," "Down by the Deep Sad Sea," and such like. He plays all the musical instruments in the world. His whistle can be heard a distance of 100 miles, his shout 50 miles, and his whisper 10 miles. Of course, in an active life of 5000 years, a life almost as long as some Hindoo patriarchs, he has seen and heard, and done, many astonishing things. He relates that he once rescued a travelling menagerie at sea, he swallowed the whole lot of animals, and the woman in charge of them, let them roam about inside of him and enjoy themselves, and then landed them safely on dry land at the end of 48 hours. He says that he was in Arabia, and saw that remarkable occurrence of the moon coming down and going into Mahomet's sleeves, and there and then he objected to the whole proceeding. The sea-serpent is 15 miles long and 50 feet in diameter, his skin is of a horny nature, but harder than steel, and about 5 feet thick. He travels at the rate of 200 miles per hour, and can carry 120 times as much as the "Great Eastern." If he was coming up to the Queen's Wharf, Melbourne, when his head was at the wharf, his body would reach right down the River Yarra out in the Bay past Williamstown, and the Traffic would have to be stopped in the river whilst he was unloading. The sea-serpent is rather a large eater. Since he reached full growth, namely, for the last 4000 years, he has swallowed a whole whale every morning for breakfast except once. The reason of his going without his breakfast that once is explained in the following manner:—The reader will remember the account of Jonah and the Whale in the Talmud. It states that when Jonah was in the whale's belly, it went out of the Mediterranean right around Africa into the Red Sea, and that Jonah looked out through the eyes of the whale and saw the place where the children of Israel crossed the Red Sea. The sea-serpent states that he can corroborate this piece of history, as he happened to be after that very whale for breakfast when he saw Jonah looking out through its eyes. He says he did not swallow that whale, as he had found that the whales which he had previously swallowed with prophets inside of them did not agree with him, and consequently he had to go that morning without his breakfast, the first time in 4000 years. Those who want any further information about the famous sea-serpent can acquire it at Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne, or come and interview and question the sea-serpent himself when he arrives.P.S.—Some people don't believe in the existence of the sea-serpent, but if he did not exist how could we have got his likeness and his history? That's a question for the unbelievers to answer.Previous-Index-NextPage 197—Funny and Foolish Dress LandServant Girl.A Servant Girl dressed in four absurdities of fashion—a Tight Corset, Tight High-heeled Boots, a Bustle Improver, and Fifteen-button Gloves.She appears very conceited, but with her tight-lacing must feel very uncomfortable and unwell, and wall sensible people must feel that she is very silly, and with her absurd boots her feet must pain her almost as much as the Chinese woman's shown above [right] pained her when first compressed.Various Fashions.European Woman with her Waist Fashionably Tightened to 15 inches. Chinese Woman with her Feet Fashionably Compressed to 3 inches. Long-Nailed Fashion of an Annamese Noble, and a Marquesian Chief. Chinese Ladies' Fashionable Pinched Feet and Shoes, shewing also deplorable foolishness in China.Various Shoes.Old English Fashions, showing our ancestors were as foolish as we are.Ancient Greek Youth.Costume of an Ancient Greek Youth, very easy, elegant and suitable for a Lady's Reform Dress. This is a much more sensible dress than the one opposite it [servant girl] and the two below it—look at them.Lady in Crinoline at narrow Pedestrian gap in Fence.Crinoline, 1859.The Dog has got through all right,but how will the lady manage.Three Ladies in Crinoline and a Coach.Crinoline, 1859.Coach licensed to carry four. The coachman and thehorse are both wondering how it can be done.Previous-Index-NextPage 198—Funny and Foolish Dress LandPersian Lady in Out-door Costume.French Costume.Costume, beginning of the 19th century.A German Crinoline Frame.Indians of the Rio Colorado.Roumanian Costume.An English and French Costume.A North American Indian Maiden.Reformed American Costume.The Gorget Costume.Turkish Out-door Costume.Previous-Index-NextPage 199—Funny, Foolish, and Useful FashionsAncient English Costume.British Lady and Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughter.A British Lady and the Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughterat the Queen's First Drawing Room, Buckingham Palace, 1893.The Chinese ladies are dressed more rationally, but the have such fashionably small feet that they have to lean against the table to enable them to stand with safety. The European lady and the Asiatic ladies are each alike martyrs to foolish fashion, one with the waist and the other with the feet.Old Alsatian Costume.Bad kind of dress to run, and jump, and play in.Too much material in the train and too little on the shoulders."Mother, do put on a shawl, please, before you go down.""Why, Sonnie?""Oh, because some one's is sure to see you if you go down like that!"Previous-Index-NextPage 200—Useful FashionsPhysical Exercise Costume.Jewess of Tunis.Reform Costume.A Reform Dress for Travelling.Bloomer Costume.An Afghan Lady.Syrian Costume.Mountain Climbing Costume.Previous-Index-NextPage 201—Funny, Foolish, and Useful FashionsMaharajah of Jodhpore.Japanese Court Dress.Chinese laborer.Gentleman.King Munza.An Ancient Fop.Ashamed to show his face. A fewfrivolous fops and other foolishmen still wear corsets.English Costume.Canadian Indian.Zulu Kaffir.Kaffir.Mandan Chief.A gentleman.Previous-Index-NextPage 202—Boy SmokingBoy's First smoke.Boy's First Smoke.Enjoying the Tobacco Poison.Shortly Afterwards.Shortly Afterwards.Suffering from the Tobacco Poison.A Youth stunted, wasted and wasting by CigaretteSmoking.A Youth stunted,wasted and wasting byCigarette Smoking.Twin Brothers.Twin Brothers.Brother who Smoked,thereby destroying his VitalOrgans, his Good Looks, andStunting his Body.Brother who Didn't Smoke,and therefore grewGood-Looking, Big, Healthyand Strong.Multitudes of Employers, both in England and America, willnot employ Boy Smokers, and publicly announce the same.Boy Smokers Seeking Employment.[From the "Social Gazette," also from the "Australian War Cry."]The following statements show some of the large establishments that areclosed against cigarette smokers in America:—"Swift & Co. (Packing House, Chicago), and other Chicago businesshouses, employing hundreds of boys, have issued this announcement,or similar ones—So impressed with the danger of Cigarette usingthat we do not employ a Cigarette user.Marshall Field, the Mammoth Universal Provider, gave similarnotice.Previous-Index-NextPage 203—Smoking LandMontgomery, Ward and Co., the universal providers, say, "We willnot employ cigarette users.""Morgan and Wright Tyre company, large employers, announce, "Nocigarettes can be smoked by our employees.""At John Wanamakers.—The application blank to be filled out byboys applying for a position reads: 'Do you use tobacco orcigarettes?' A negative answer is expected, and is favourable totheir acceptance as employes.""Heath and Milligan, Chicago, bar cigarette users.""Carson, Pirie and Scott, Chicago, bar cigarette smokers asemployes."Ayer's Sarsparilla Company, Lovell, employs hundreds of boys.—"March 1, 1902—Believing that the smoking of cigarettes isinjurious to both mind and body, thereby unfitting young men fortheir best work—therefore after this date we will not employ anyyoung man under twenty-one years of age who smokes cigarettes.""I've got a boy for you, sir." Glad of it; who is he?" asked themaster workman of a large establishment. The man told the boy'sname and where he lived. "Don't want him," said the master workman,"he has got a bad mark." "A bad mark, sir; what?" "I meet him everyday with a cigar in his mouth; I don't want smokers!""The Lehigh Valley Railroad bars cigarette smokers.""The Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific Railroad bars cigarettesmoking.""The New York, New Haven, and Hartford Railroad bars employes whosmoke cigarettes.""The Central Railroad, Georgia, forbids cigarette smoking.""The Union Pacific Railroad forbids cigarette smoking."The following is a public notice: "The Western Union TelegraphCompany will discharge from their messenger service boys whopersist in smoking cigarettes."A Telephone Company.—Order: "You are directed to serve noticethat the use of cigarettes after August 1 will be prohibited; andyou are further instructed to, in the future, refuse to employanyone who is addicted to the habit."—Leland Hume, AssistantGeneral Manager of the Cumberland Telephone and Telegraph Company."In the United States Weather Bureau.—'Chief of United StatesWeather Bureau, Willis M. Moore, has placed the ban on cigarettesin this department of Government service'."Smoking Does Some Good, but More EvilSmoking soothes and comforts millions of the worried and the weary, and brings much pleasure to the habitual smoker, but it always more or less injures the health of the smoker and sometimes kills him. The vast majority of the medical fraternity condemn smoking, especially by the young.Smoking injures multitudes of boys in many respects.Smoking often leads to boys into bad company.Smoking often makes them precocious, undutiful, impudent and callous.Smoking often ruins the health.Smoking generally stunts their growth.Smoking generally sallows their complexion.Smoking often leads them to lying.Smoking often leads them to stealing.Smoking often leads them to drinking.Smoking degenerates the boy physically, mentally, and morally.Smokers cannot excel in athletic sports, such as boating, cricket, cycling.Smokers are always at the bottom of the class in school and college, and backward at all kinds of study.Excessive smoking causes mental and physical laziness in boys and men.The following organs, fluids, functions, etc., of the body, especially of the young, are frequently more or less affected by the use of tobacco:—The blood, the heart, the nerves, the brain, the liver, the lungs, the stomach, the throat, the saliva, the taste, the voice, the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mouth, the tongue, the palate, the pancreas, the lips, the teeth, the bones, the skin.Medical men and observing experts affirm many diseases are caused or accelerated by the use of tobacco, among which are the following:— Heart disease, consumption, cancer, ulceration, asthma, bronchitis, neuralgia, paralysis, palsy, apoplexy, indigestion, dysentery, diarrhoea, constipation, sleeplessness, melancholia, delirium tremens, insanity.Smoking frequently leads to prolonged suffering.Smoking often destroys the appetite.Smoking sometimes weakens the will power.Smoking sometimes leads to loss of memory.Smoking often leads to despondency.Smoking sometimes leads to suicide.Smoking frequently leads to loss—loss by bad health and waste of valuable time—direct loss in money required for other purposes, and immense loss through reckless, thoughtless, or unfortunate smokers being the cause of partial or total destruction by fire of buildings, ships, factories, homesteads, crops, stores, and property of many kinds; also loss of life and property by explosions in mines, explosive factories, powder magazines, explosive stores, etc.Tobacco using is an unclean habit, and offensive habit, an enslaving habit, often it is an intensely selfish habit.Tobacco fumes, especially in small and poorly-ventilated houses or rooms, injure or destroy the health of multitudes of wives, and injure the health of multitudes of infants and children.Tobacco using injures the unborn child by giving it a puny body and an imperfect start in life.Tobacco using is fast degenerating the race.A third of the recruits for the Army are disqualified through smoking.The following Governments have passes laws against juvenile smoking: Germany, Switzerland, Norway, Japan, Canada, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, British Columbia, the North West Territories, Cape Colony, New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia, Tasmania, and about 48 of the States and Territories out of 53; and so terrible and deplorable an effect has juvenile smoking upon the race that most other Governments are considering the advisability of passing laws against it.The insidious influence of cigarette smoking by boys is shown in these examples of handwriting, taken from a London Country Council health report. The first was written by a boy when he was a victim of the habit; the second is the same boy's writing when he had given it up, ten months later.Handwriting Samples.Previous-Index-Next

Page 185—Froggy LandMouse that Lost her TailOnce upon a time a Cat and Mouse were playing together, when, quite by accident, the cat bit off the Mouse's tail.It was very strange that the Cat did not bite off the Mouse's head. But this Mouse was a good Mouse, and never stole any cheese; and so the Cat only bit off her tail. Mousey was very much vexed to see that her tail was gone, so she said to Pussy—"Oh, dear Pussy! do give me my tail again.""No, that I will not," said Pussy, "till you get me some milk for my breakfast.""Oh, the Cow will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Cow, and thus began:—"Please, Cow, give me some milk. I want to give Pussy milk, and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will get me some hay for my breakfast." said the Cow."Oh, the Farmer will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Farmer, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Farmer, give me some hay; I want to give the Cow hay The Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some bread for my breakfast," said the Farmer."Oh, the Baker will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Baker, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Baker, give me some bread; I want to give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some meat for my breakfast," said the baker."Oh, the Butcher will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Butcher, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Butcher, give me some meat. I want to give the Baker meat. The Baker will give me some bread; I will give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will eat up the crumbs that have fallen at my breakfast," said the Butcher."Oh, that I will," said the Mouse, and she soon cleared the floor of every crumb.Then the Butcher gave the Mouse some meat, and the Mouse gave the Baker the meat, and the Baker gave the Mouse some bread, and the Mouse gave the Farmer the bread, and the Farmer gave the Mouse some hay, and the Mouse gave the Cow the hay, and the Cow gave the Mouse some milk, and the Mouse gave Pussy the milk, and then Pussy gave poor little Mousey her own tail again.So she frisked and jumped, and away she ranAnd cried out to Pussy, "Catch me if you can!"Mouse GruelThere was an Old Person of Ewell,Who chiefly subsisted on gruel,But to make it taste nice, he inserted some mice,Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.Wise MiceSome little mice sat in a barn to spin,Pussy came by and she popped her head in."Shall I come in and cut your threads off?""Oh, no, kind sir, you will bite our heads off!"Mouse Ran up the ClockHickory, diccory dock,The mouse ran up the clock,The clock struck one, the mouse ran down,Hickory, diccory, dock.A Frog he would a-Wooing GoA Frog he would a-wooing go,Whether his mother would have it or no;So off he set with his nice new hat,And on the road he met a rat."Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see!"When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,They gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.Frog, Rat and Mousey."Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?""Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin.""Pray, Mrs. Mouse, Will you give us some beer?For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.""Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song—But let it be something that's not very long!""Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,"A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog.""Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."But while they were all a merry-making,A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.The cat she seized the rat by the crown;The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright:He took up his hat, and wished them good-night.But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,So there was an end of one, two, and three.The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-ee.Man that Caught a MouseThe Little priest of Felton,The little priest of Felton,He killed a mouse within his house,And ne'er a one to help him.Three Blind MiceThree blind mice! three blind mice!See how they run! see how they run!They all ran after the farmer's wife,They cut off their tails with a carving knife;Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?The Three Unfortunate MiceThree little dogs were basking in the cinders;Three little cats were playing in the windows;Three little mice hopped out of a hole,And a piece of cheese they stole;The three little cats jumped down in a trice,And cracked the bones of the three little mice.The Foolish MouseIn a crack near the cupboard, with dainties provided,A certain young mouse with her mother resided;So securely they lived in that snug, quiet spot,Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.But one day the young mouse, which was given to roam,Having made an excursion some way from her home,On a sudden returned, with such joy in her eyes,That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise."O mother," said she, "The good folks of this house,I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse;And those tales can't be true you always are telling,For they've been at such pains to construct us a dwelling."The floor is of wood, and the walls are of wires,Exactly the size that one's comfort requires;And I'm sure that we there shall have nothing to fear,If ten cats, with kittens, at once should appear."And then they have made such nice holes in the wall,One could slip in and out, with no trouble at all;But forcing one through such rough crannies as these,Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze."But the best of all is, they've provided, as well,A large piece of cheese, of most exquisite smell;'T was so nice, I had put in my head to go through,When I thought it my duty to come and fetch you.""Ah, child," said the mother, "believe, I entreat,Both the cage and the cheese are a terrible cheat;Do not think all that trouble they took for our good,They would catch us and kill us there if they could."Thus they've caught and killed scores, and I never could learn,That a mouse who once entered did ever return."Let young people mind what the old people say,And, when danger is near them keep out of the way.Previous-Index-NextPage 186—Mixed Animal LandFox Reading 'The Poultry Fancier's Gazette'.The Fox and the CatThe fox and the cat as they travelled one day,With moral discourses cut shorter on the way:"'Tis great," says the fox, "to make justice our guide!""How godlike is mercy!" Grimalkin replied.Whilst thus they proceeded, a wolf from the wood,Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood,Rushed forth—as he saw the dull shepherd asleep—And seized for his supper an innocent sheep."In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat;When mutton's at hand," says the wolf, "I must eat."Grimalkin's astonished—the fox stood aghast,To see the fell beast at his bloody repast."What a wretch!" says the cat—"'tis the vilest of brutes;Does he feed upon flesh when there's herbage and roots?"Cries the fox, "While our oaks give us acorns so good,What a tyrant is this to spill innocent blood!"Well, onward they marched, and they moralised still.Till they came where some poultry picked chaff by a mill.Sly Reynard surveyed the them with gluttonous eyes,And made, spite of morals, a pullet his prize!A mouse, too, that chanced from her covert to stray,The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey!A spider that sat in her web on the wall,Perceived the poor victims, and pitied their fall;She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!"So ran to regale on a new-taken fly!Sour GrapesA fox was trotting one day,And just above his headHe spied a vine of luscious grapes,Rich, ripe, and purple-red.Eager he tried to snatch the fruit,But, ah! it was too high;Poor Reynard had to give it up,And, heaving a deep sigh,He curl'd his nose and said, "Dear me!I would not waste an hourUpon such mean and common fruit—I'm sure those grapes are sour!"'Tis thus we often wish thro' life,When seeking wealth and pow'rAnd when we fall, say, like the fox,We're "sure the grapes are sour!"The Fox and the MaskA fox walked round a toyman's shop(How he came there, pray do not ask),But soon he made a sudden stop,To look and wonder at a mask.The mask was beautiful and fair,A perfect mask as e'er was made;At which a lady meant to wearAt the ensuing masquerade.He turned it round with much surprise,To find it prove so light and thin;"How strange!" astonished Reynard cries,"Here's mouth and nose, and eyes and chin."And cheeks and lips, extremely pretty;And yet, one thing there still remainsTo make it perfect—what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"Thus, to some boy or maiden pretty;Who to get learning takes no pains,May we exclaim, "Ah! what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"The Fox and CrowIn a dairy a crow,Having ventured to go,Some food for her young ones to seek,Flew up in the treesWith a fine piece of cheese,Which she joyfuly held in her beak.A fox who lived by,To the tree saw her fly,And to share in the prize he made a vow,For, having just dined,He for cheese felt inclined,So he went and sat under the bough.She was cunning he knew,But so was he, too,And with flattery adapted his plan;For he knew if she'd speak,It must fall from his beak,So, bowing politely, began:"'Tis a very fine day,"(Not a word did she say),"The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south:A fine harvest for peas;"He then looked at the cheese,But the crow did not open her mouth.Sly Reynard, not tired,He plumage admired:"How charming! how brilliant its hue!The voice must be fineOf a bird so divine,Ah, let me hear it, pray do.Believe me I longTo hear a sweet song;"The silly crow foolishly tries;She scarce gave one squall,When the cheese she let fall,And the fox ran away with the prize.Jane TaylorThe Blind Men and the Elephant(A Hindoo Fable)It was six men of IndostanTo learning much inclined,Who went to see an elephant,(Though all of them were blind),That each by observationMight satisfy his mind.The FIRST approached the Elephant,And happening to fallAgainst his broad and sturdy side,At once began to bawl:"God bless me!—but the ElephantIs very like a wall!"The SECOND feeling of the tusk,Cried: "Ho! what have we hereSo very round and smooth and sharp!To me 'tis mighty clearThis wonder of an ElephantIs very like a spear!"The THIRD approached the animal,And happening to takeThe squirming trunk within his hands,This boldly up and spake:"I see," quoth he, "The ElephantIs very like a snake!"The FOURTH reached out his eager hand,And felt about the knee,"What most this wondrous beast is likeIs mighty plain," quoth he;"'Tis clear enough the ElephantIs very like a tree!"The FIFTH, who chanced to touch the ear,Said: "E'n the blindest manCan tell what this resembles most,Deny the fact who can,This marvel of an ElephantIs very like a fan."The SIXTH no sooner had begunAbout the beast to grope,Than, seizing on the swinging tailThat fell within his scope,"I see," quoth he, "the ElephantIs very like a rope!"And so these men of IndostanDisputed loud and long,Each in his own opinionExceeding stiff and strong,Though each was partly in the right,And all were in the wrong.Elephant and Clown having Tea.Previous-Index-NextPage 187—Mixed Animal LandAn Address to a MouseSly little, cowering, timorous beastie!Oh what a panic's in thy breastie!You need not start away so hasty,With bickering speed:I should be loth to run and chase theeI should indeed!I'm truly sorry man's dominionHath broken Nature's social union,And justifies that ill opinionWhich makes thee startleAt me, thy poor earth-born companion,And fellow mortal.Sometimes, I doubt not, thou dost thieve;What then? poor beastie, thou must live;A little barley in the shieveIs small request;And all thou tak'st, I do believe,Will ne'er be missed.R. BurnsSong of the ToadI am an honest toad,Living here by the road;Beneath a stone I dwell,In a snug little cell.When the rain patters down,I let it wet my crown;And now and then I sipA drop with my lip.And now a catch a fly,And now I wink my eye,And now I take a hop,And now and then I stop.And this is all I do,And yet they sat it's trueThat the toad's face is sad,And his bite is very bad.Oh! naughty folks they beWho tell such tales of me!For I'm an honest toadJust living by the road,Hip, hip, hop.Mosquito SongIn a summer's night I take my flightTo where the maidens repose;And while they are slumbering sweet and sound,I bite them on the nose;The warm red blood that tints their cheeks,To me is precious dear,For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.When I get my fill, I wipe my bill,And sound my tiny horn;And off I fly to mountain highEre breaks the golden morn;But at eve I sally forth againTo tickle the sleeper's ear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.On the chamber wall about I crawl,Till landlord goes to bed;Then my bugle I blow, and down I goTo light upon his head.Oh, I love to see the fellow slap,And regret to hear him swear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.The Nightingale and Glow-wormA Nightingale, that all day longHad cheered the village with his song,Nor yet at eve his note suspended,Nor yet when eventide was ended,Began to feel—as well he might—The keen demands of appetite;When looking eagerly around,He spied, far off, upon the ground,A something shining in the dark,And knew the glow-worm by his spark;So; stooping down, from hawthorn top,He thought to put him in his cropThe worm, aware of his intent,Harangued him this, quite eloquent—"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,"As much as I your minstrelsy?You would abhor to do me wrong,As much as I to spoil your song;For 'twas the self-same power divineTaught you to sing, and me to shine:That you with music, I with light,Might beautify and cheer the night."The songster heard his short oration,And, warbling out his approbation,Released him as my story tells,And found a supper somewhere else.CowperThe Glow-wormBeneath this hedge, or near the stream,A worm is known to stray,That shows by night a lucid streamThat disappears by day.Disputes have been, and still prevail,From whence his rays proceed;Some give the honor to his tail,And others to his head;But this is sure—the hand of mightThat kindles up the skies,Gives him a modicum of light,Proportion'd to his size.Perhaps indulgent Nature meant,By such a lamp bestow'd,To bid the traveller as he went,Be careful where he trod.CowperHappiness of the GrasshopperHappy insect! what can beIn happiness compared with thee!Fed with nourishment divine,The dewy morning's gentle wine;Nature waits upon thee still,And thy verdant cup does fill.All the fields which thou dost see,All the plants belong to thee:All that summer hours produce,Fertile made with easy juice;The country hinds with gladness hear,Prophet of the ripened year!CowleyThe WhaleWarm and buoyant, in his oily mail,Gambols on seas of ice th' unwieldily whale;Wide waving fins round boating islands urgeHis bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;With hideous yawn, the flying shoals he seeks,Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks;Lifts o'er the tossing wave his nostril bare,And spouts the watery columns into air;The silvery arches catch the setting beams,And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.DarwinThe wasp and the BeeA wasp met a bee that was just buzzing by,And he said "Little Cousin, can you tell me whyYou are loved so much better by people than I."My back shines as bright, and as yellow as goldAnd my shape is most elegant too to behold,And yet nobody likes me for that, I am told,"Bz."Ah! Cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true,But if I were half as much mischief to do,Then I'm sure they would love me no better than you.Bz."You have a fine shape and a delicate wing,And they say you are handsome; but then there's one thingThey never can put up with; and that is your sting.Bz."My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,But yet no one is angry or scolding at me,Just because I'm a harmless and busy bee."Bz.From this little story let people beware,For if, like the cross wasp, ill-natured they are,They will never be loved, though they're ever so fair.My PetsI bring my little doggies milk;I bring my rabbits hay;I feed and tend, and love them well—Such helpless things are they!See! now in soft and cozy bedThey roll about and play;They've milk and bones, and all they want—Such happy pets are they!Man Carrying Animals.Previous-Index-NextPage 188—Squirrel LandBoy with Squirrel.The SquirrelI'm a merry, merry squirrel,All day I leap and whirlThrough my home in the old beech-treeIf you chase me I will runIn the shade and in the sun;But you never, never can catch meFor round a bough I'll creep,Playing hide and seek so sly;Or through the leaves bo-peep,With my little shining eye.Up and down I run and frisk,With my bushy tail to whiskAll who mope in the old beech-trees.How droll to see the owlAs I make him wink and growl,While his sleepy, sleepy head I tease!And I waken up the bat,Who flies off with a scream,For he thinks that I'm the catPouncing on him, in his dream.Through all the summer longI never want a songFrom birds in the old beech-treesI have singers all the night,And with the morning brightCome my busy, humming, fat, brown bees.When I've nothing else to doWith the nursing birds I sit;And we laugh at the cuckooA-coo-cooing to her tit!When winter comes with snowAn its cruel tempests blowAll my leaves from the old beech-trees,Then beside the wren and mouseI furnish up a house,Where, like a prince, I live at ease.What care I for hail or sleet,With my cozy cap and coat;And my tail about my feet,Or wrapped about my throat?Norman MacleodDucks and DucklingsOne little white duck,One little grey,Six little black ducksRunning out to play;One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim.One little white duckRunning from the water,One very fat duck—Pretty little daughter—One little grey duckHolding up its wings.One little bobbing duckMaking water rings.One little black duckStanding on a stone,One little grey duckSwimming all alone,One little grey duckHolding down it's head.One sleepy little duck,It has gone to bed!One little what duckRunning to its mother,Look among the water-reeds,May be there's another.One hungry little duckGoing out to dine,Two dainty little ducks,Snowy-white and fine.Merry little brown eyesO'er the picture linger,Point all the ducks out,Chubby little finger;Make the picture musical,Merry little shout;Now where's that other duck?What is he about?I thank that other duckIs the nicest duck of all,He hasn't any feathers,And his mouth is sweet and small;He runs with a light stepAnd jumps upon my knee,And though he cannot swimHe is very dear to me.One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim;One sleepy little duckTaking quite a nap,One precious little duckHere on mother's lap.A. L.The SquirrelThe pretty red squirrelLives up in a tree,A little blithe creatureAs ever can be;He dwells in the boughsWhere the stock-dove broods,Far in the shadesOf the green summer woods;His food is the youngJuicy cones of the pine,And the milky beech-nutIs his bread and his wine.In the joy of his natureHe frisks with a boundTo the topmost twigs,And then down to the ground.Then up again likeA winged thing,And from tree to treeWith a vaulting spring;Then he sits up aloft,And looks ragged and queer,As if he would say:"Ay, follow me here!"And then he grows pettish,And stamps his foot;And then with a chatter,He cracks his nut;And thus he livesAll the long summer through,Without either a careOr a thought of rue.The Mountain and the SquirrelThe mountain and the squirrelHad a quarrel,And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"Bun replied,"You are doubtless very big,But all sorts of things and weatherMust be taken togetherTo make up a year,And a sphere.And I think it no disgraceTo occupy my place.If I'm not so large as you,You are not so small as I.And not half so spry;I'll not deny you makeA very pretty squirrel track.Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;If I cannot carry forests on my back,Neither can you crack an nut!"R. W. EmersonAn Intelligent Tame Raccoon.Previous-Index-NextPage 189—Wonderful Bird NestsWonderful Birds' NestsFive Birds' Nests.Previous-Index-NextPage 190—Cole's Poems On BooksCole at the Age of 40.Edward William Cole: Aged 80.Coles Own PortraitWhat Books Do For Mankind1.Books should be found in every house,To form and feed the mind;They are the best of luxuriesTo happify mankind.2.For all good books throughout the worldAre man's most precious treasure;They make him wise, and bring himHis best, his choicest pleasure.3.Books make his time pass happily,Relieve his weary hours;Amuse, compose, instruct his mind;Enlarge his mental powers.4.Books teach the boys and girls of earthIn quite ten million schools;Books make the difference betweenEarth's learned and its fools.5.Books teach earth's teeming artisansThe proper way to take,To find, to plan, to build, to mix,And every product make.6.Books teach schoolmasters, clergymen,Of every rank and grade;And doctors, lawyers, judges, too—Books are their tools of trade.* * * * * *128.Books thus, by print, and pictures, bringThe whole world into view,And show what all men think about,And everything they do.129.Books give to man the historyOf each and every land;Books show him human actions past,The bad, the good, the grand.130.Books show him human arts and lawsOf every time and place;Books show the learnings and the faithsOf all the human race.131.Books give the best and greatest thoughtsOf all the good and wise;Books treasure human knowledge up,And thus it never dies.132.Books show men all that men have done,Have thought, have sung, have said,Books show the deeds and wisdom ofThe living and the dead.133.Books show that mankind's leading faiths,In morals are the same;That in their main essentialsThey differ but in name.134.Books show that virtue, goodness, love,Exist in every land;That some with kindly sympathiesAre found on every strand.135.Books show the joys, griefs, hopes and fears,Of every race and clan;Books show, by unity of thought,The brotherhood of man.136.Books thus will cause the flag of peaceThrough earth to be unfurled—Produce "the parliament of man,"And federate the world.137.Books give the reader vast delight,The bookless never know;Books give him pleasure, day and night,Wherever he may go.138.Books show narcotics, toxicants,Of each and every kind;Insidious destroyers all,Of body and of mind.139.Books, like strong drink, will drowns man's caresBut do not waste his wealth;Books leave him better, drink the worse,In character and health.140.Books teach and please him when a child,In youth and in his prime;Books give him soothing pleasure whenHis health and strength decline.141.Books teach, from their beginning, ofHigher beings than man;That One Almighty Goodness wasBefore the world began.142.Books give us hope beyond the grave,Of an immortal life;Books teach that right, and truth, and love,Shall banish every strife.143.Books therefore are, of all we own,The choicest things on earth;Books have, of all our worldly goods,The most intrinsic worth.144.Books are the greatest blessing brought,The grandest thing we sell;Books bring more joy,Books do more good,Than mortal tongue can tell.Previous-Index-NextPage 191—Comic AdvertiserSerious Sambo.Cole's Comic Advertiser(Or Fun Doctor's Assistant)Laughter as a Medicine."The physician tells us of the physical benefits of laughing. There is not the remotest corner or little inlet of the minute blood-vessels of the human body that does not feel some wavelet from the convulsion occasioned by good hearty laughter. The life principle, or the central man, is shaken to the innermost depths, sending new tided of life and strength to the surface, thus materially tending to insure good health to persons who indulge therein. The blood moves more rapidly, and conveys a different impression to all the organs of the body, as it visits them on that particular mystic journey when the man is laughing, from what it does at other times. For this reason every good, hearty laugh in which a person indulges lengthens his life, conveying as it does a new and distinct stimulus to the vital forces.""Fun is worth more thanphysic, and whoeverinvents or discovers a newsupply deserves the nameof public benefactor."Man Made to Laugh, not to Morn.Man warnt made tew mourn, man waz made tew laff. He iz the onla creeter or thing that God made tew laff out loud. It iz true he knows how to mourn, do duz animills know how, the birds kan tell their sorrows, and the flowers kan hang their pretty heds. Man was made tew smile, tew laff, to haw! tew throw up his hat, and sing halleluger. Man was made tew praze God, and he can't dew it by mourning. Awl the mourning there iz in this wurld was introduced bi man; man warnt made tew mourn any more than he was made to crawl. Tharfore i sa tew awl men and women, stop crying and go tew laffing, you will last longer, and git fatter, and stand just as good a chanse tew git tew heaven with a smile on your countenance as yu will with yure face leaking at every pore.—Josh BillingsJosh Billing's Prayer."From a wife who don'tluv us, from fluky mutton,and tite butes, and fromfolks who won't laff, goodLord deliver us."Parent Cats Admiring Their Kitten.Previous-Index-NextPage 192—Comic AdvertiserTestimonials to the astonishing Curing Power of Cole's Fun Doctor.The Tall King Bird.Couple, Before and After.Most Astonishing Cure of the AgeDear Sir—Many years ago it was my misfortune to be jilted in love by a cruel-hearted woman. I pined away, and fell into a bad state of health, and was advised by my friends to take some physic. I never took a single dose except somebody told me that it was exactly what I wanted to make me well—but it all did me no good. I only got worse until I came across the right thing, which I will presently describe. I find, in looking over my paid bills, the following are the kinds and quantities of physic I have used during my illness:— Holloway's Pills, 227 boxes; Cockle's Pills, 121 boxes, Beecham's Pills, 80 boxes; Parr's Life Pills, 76 boxes, Blue Pills, 849 boxes. One friend advised me to give up Pills and take some good old-fashioned physic. I took of Jalap, 37 pounds; Caster Oil; 180 bottles, Salts and Senna, 800 doses; Rhubarb and Magnesia, 300 doses; Brimstone and Treacle, 800 doses—but this did me no good. Another friend advised me to take some world-fames patent medicines, so I took of Eno's Fruit Salt 190 bottles, Warner's Safe Cure, 200 bottles; Townsend's Sarsaparilla, 120 bottles; Hop Bitters, 180 bottles; Dandelion Ale, two hogsheads. I took Hayter's Nerve Tonic, Hayter's Blood purifier, Hayter's Invigorator, and Hayter's Pick-Me-Up, of each 100 bottles; and Wolfe's Schnapps, 630 bottles— but I felt no better. Another friend came along, and said for my complaint it was no use taking medicines internally, and I must use the "Rub On Remedies," so I rubbed on Holloway's Ointment, 241 boxes; Davis's Pain Killer, 70 bottles; Moulton's Pain Paint, 60 bottles; St. Jacob's oil, Weston's Wizard Oil, and Croton Oil, of each 100 bottles: and of Eucalyptus Oil, 900 quart bottles—but I felt no better. Another friend advised the Herb Cure, so I took strong decoctions of Chamomile, Pennyroyal, Peppermint, Rue, Tansy, Quassia, Horehound, Wormwood, Aconite, Belladonna, Hemlock, Nux Vomica, Lungwort, Liverwort, Moonwort, Sneezewort, and Snakeweed—altogether I took about 1700 quarts of these horrid decoctions—but I felt no better. Another friend told me my stomach was out of order, and required cleansing, so I took of Ipecacuanha Wine 139 quarts—but this did not cure me. Another friend said all diseases come from insects, and I had insects in me, and must take special medicine for them, so I took of Keating's insecticide 730 packets—but got no better. Another friend advised me to try Homoeopathy. I took 111 tubes of pilules and 80 bottles of tinctures—but they did me no good. Another friend advised me to try the water cure. I took cold baths, warm baths, tepid baths, and Turkish baths in hundreds, and drank about twenty hogsheads of mineral waters—but it did me no good. Another friend advised the Acid Cure, so I took Acetic Acid, Muriatic Acid, Nitric Acid, Sulphuric Acid, Oxalic Acid, and Prussic Acid, of each about twenty quarts—but got no better. Another friend advised Soothing Medicines, so I took over 400 of Steedman's Soothing powders, and 130 bottles of Mother Winslow's Soothing Syrup—but I was still irritable and nervous. My last course of medicine consisted of Steel Drops, Balm of Gilead, Turpentine, Chloroform, Cod Liver Oil, Assafoetida, Spanish Flies, and Cayenne Pepper—about fifteen pounds of each—but it all did me no good. I simply got worse and worse, and was reduced to a mere shadow of skin and bone, but, as luck would have it, another friend came along—a true friend this time—and suggested Cole's FUN DOCTOR. I got it, and was well and stout in a Week, at a cost of 1s 6d.Sworn at Temple Court, and Signed in Everlasting Gratitude,Government House, MelbourneJOHN SMITHBachelor, Before and After.Previous-Index-NextPage 193—Comic AdvertiserVocal Solo.A man on a train was heard to groan so frightfully that the passengers took pity on him, and one of them gave him a drink out of a whisky flask. "Do you feel better?" asked the giver. "I do," said he who had groaned. "What ailed you anyway?" "Ailed me?" "Yes; what made you groan so?" "Groan! Great Land o'Goshen! I was singing!" The generous man will never quite cease to regret the loss of that drink of whisky.Instrumental Solo.Trio.Duet.Quartette.Cole's Book Arcade. Cole's Book Arcade,it is in Melbourne town,Of all the book stores in this land,it has the most renown.Full Band and Choir.TUNE: All the Tunes there are mixed.Previous-Index-NextPage 194—Comic AdvertiserGoing To Cole's Book Arcade, MelbournePersian Cat on a Penny-Farthing Bicycle.All the way from Persia on this bicycle.Children in a Boat.Why are these two nice children like thousands of knowledge-lovingindividuals? Because they frequently visit Cole's Book Arcade.Boy on a Bicycle.Guess where this young gentleman is going?To Cole's book arcade. Right. You're a Witch.Previous-Index-NextPage 195—Comic AdvertiserFrogs going to Cole's Book Arcade.Long-Legged Man Jumping Over a Cat.Previous-Index-NextPage 196—Wonderful Sea SerpentThe Sea-Serpent as a CarrierThe world-renowned sea-serpent has been specially chartered to bring a fresh supply of books every week from England to Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne; and also to show upon the coils of his body 2000 rainbows, being so many copies of that establishment. The sea-serpent, upon being communicated with, demanded a heavy price for his services, but Mr. Cole agreed to his terms, as he considered that 2000 of his rainbow signs travelling round the world on the sides of the famous sea-serpent would be a good advertisement for the Book Arcade.The Sea-Serpent carrying a load of books.True History of the Great Sea SerpentJohn Smith, the sea-serpent, was born in a swamp near Sydney, about 5000 years ago. He was hatched by a female Bunyip from an immense three cornered egg, which is supposed to have fallen out of the moon, and he is the only sea-serpent that ever existed. He never had relations, and is the only being in the world of whom the verse is true. He never had a father. He never had a mother. He never had a sister. He never had a brother. He also never had a wife. He is of a very shy disposition, and many fascinating mermaids have made love to him, and practiced all their well-known wiles upon him—but in vain: he is a bachelor still. Like some other animals mentioned in history, he thinks and talks like a man. He is exceedingly intelligent, and seems to have as much sense as 20,000 ordinary men or 21,000 women. He can sing with a voice of tremendous compass, from the sweet piping of a nightingale down to far below the deepest tones of the largest organ, or the noise made by discharges of artillery. Sometimes when he sings it shakes the ground for miles around, and if at sea causes a storm. His favourite songs are "A Life on the Ocean Wave," "What are the Wild Waves Saying," "Down by the Deep Sad Sea," and such like. He plays all the musical instruments in the world. His whistle can be heard a distance of 100 miles, his shout 50 miles, and his whisper 10 miles. Of course, in an active life of 5000 years, a life almost as long as some Hindoo patriarchs, he has seen and heard, and done, many astonishing things. He relates that he once rescued a travelling menagerie at sea, he swallowed the whole lot of animals, and the woman in charge of them, let them roam about inside of him and enjoy themselves, and then landed them safely on dry land at the end of 48 hours. He says that he was in Arabia, and saw that remarkable occurrence of the moon coming down and going into Mahomet's sleeves, and there and then he objected to the whole proceeding. The sea-serpent is 15 miles long and 50 feet in diameter, his skin is of a horny nature, but harder than steel, and about 5 feet thick. He travels at the rate of 200 miles per hour, and can carry 120 times as much as the "Great Eastern." If he was coming up to the Queen's Wharf, Melbourne, when his head was at the wharf, his body would reach right down the River Yarra out in the Bay past Williamstown, and the Traffic would have to be stopped in the river whilst he was unloading. The sea-serpent is rather a large eater. Since he reached full growth, namely, for the last 4000 years, he has swallowed a whole whale every morning for breakfast except once. The reason of his going without his breakfast that once is explained in the following manner:—The reader will remember the account of Jonah and the Whale in the Talmud. It states that when Jonah was in the whale's belly, it went out of the Mediterranean right around Africa into the Red Sea, and that Jonah looked out through the eyes of the whale and saw the place where the children of Israel crossed the Red Sea. The sea-serpent states that he can corroborate this piece of history, as he happened to be after that very whale for breakfast when he saw Jonah looking out through its eyes. He says he did not swallow that whale, as he had found that the whales which he had previously swallowed with prophets inside of them did not agree with him, and consequently he had to go that morning without his breakfast, the first time in 4000 years. Those who want any further information about the famous sea-serpent can acquire it at Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne, or come and interview and question the sea-serpent himself when he arrives.P.S.—Some people don't believe in the existence of the sea-serpent, but if he did not exist how could we have got his likeness and his history? That's a question for the unbelievers to answer.Previous-Index-NextPage 197—Funny and Foolish Dress LandServant Girl.A Servant Girl dressed in four absurdities of fashion—a Tight Corset, Tight High-heeled Boots, a Bustle Improver, and Fifteen-button Gloves.She appears very conceited, but with her tight-lacing must feel very uncomfortable and unwell, and wall sensible people must feel that she is very silly, and with her absurd boots her feet must pain her almost as much as the Chinese woman's shown above [right] pained her when first compressed.Various Fashions.European Woman with her Waist Fashionably Tightened to 15 inches. Chinese Woman with her Feet Fashionably Compressed to 3 inches. Long-Nailed Fashion of an Annamese Noble, and a Marquesian Chief. Chinese Ladies' Fashionable Pinched Feet and Shoes, shewing also deplorable foolishness in China.Various Shoes.Old English Fashions, showing our ancestors were as foolish as we are.Ancient Greek Youth.Costume of an Ancient Greek Youth, very easy, elegant and suitable for a Lady's Reform Dress. This is a much more sensible dress than the one opposite it [servant girl] and the two below it—look at them.Lady in Crinoline at narrow Pedestrian gap in Fence.Crinoline, 1859.The Dog has got through all right,but how will the lady manage.Three Ladies in Crinoline and a Coach.Crinoline, 1859.Coach licensed to carry four. The coachman and thehorse are both wondering how it can be done.Previous-Index-NextPage 198—Funny and Foolish Dress LandPersian Lady in Out-door Costume.French Costume.Costume, beginning of the 19th century.A German Crinoline Frame.Indians of the Rio Colorado.Roumanian Costume.An English and French Costume.A North American Indian Maiden.Reformed American Costume.The Gorget Costume.Turkish Out-door Costume.Previous-Index-NextPage 199—Funny, Foolish, and Useful FashionsAncient English Costume.British Lady and Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughter.A British Lady and the Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughterat the Queen's First Drawing Room, Buckingham Palace, 1893.The Chinese ladies are dressed more rationally, but the have such fashionably small feet that they have to lean against the table to enable them to stand with safety. The European lady and the Asiatic ladies are each alike martyrs to foolish fashion, one with the waist and the other with the feet.Old Alsatian Costume.Bad kind of dress to run, and jump, and play in.Too much material in the train and too little on the shoulders."Mother, do put on a shawl, please, before you go down.""Why, Sonnie?""Oh, because some one's is sure to see you if you go down like that!"Previous-Index-NextPage 200—Useful FashionsPhysical Exercise Costume.Jewess of Tunis.Reform Costume.A Reform Dress for Travelling.Bloomer Costume.An Afghan Lady.Syrian Costume.Mountain Climbing Costume.Previous-Index-NextPage 201—Funny, Foolish, and Useful FashionsMaharajah of Jodhpore.Japanese Court Dress.Chinese laborer.Gentleman.King Munza.An Ancient Fop.Ashamed to show his face. A fewfrivolous fops and other foolishmen still wear corsets.English Costume.Canadian Indian.Zulu Kaffir.Kaffir.Mandan Chief.A gentleman.Previous-Index-NextPage 202—Boy SmokingBoy's First smoke.Boy's First Smoke.Enjoying the Tobacco Poison.Shortly Afterwards.Shortly Afterwards.Suffering from the Tobacco Poison.A Youth stunted, wasted and wasting by CigaretteSmoking.A Youth stunted,wasted and wasting byCigarette Smoking.Twin Brothers.Twin Brothers.Brother who Smoked,thereby destroying his VitalOrgans, his Good Looks, andStunting his Body.Brother who Didn't Smoke,and therefore grewGood-Looking, Big, Healthyand Strong.Multitudes of Employers, both in England and America, willnot employ Boy Smokers, and publicly announce the same.Boy Smokers Seeking Employment.[From the "Social Gazette," also from the "Australian War Cry."]The following statements show some of the large establishments that areclosed against cigarette smokers in America:—"Swift & Co. (Packing House, Chicago), and other Chicago businesshouses, employing hundreds of boys, have issued this announcement,or similar ones—So impressed with the danger of Cigarette usingthat we do not employ a Cigarette user.Marshall Field, the Mammoth Universal Provider, gave similarnotice.Previous-Index-NextPage 203—Smoking LandMontgomery, Ward and Co., the universal providers, say, "We willnot employ cigarette users.""Morgan and Wright Tyre company, large employers, announce, "Nocigarettes can be smoked by our employees.""At John Wanamakers.—The application blank to be filled out byboys applying for a position reads: 'Do you use tobacco orcigarettes?' A negative answer is expected, and is favourable totheir acceptance as employes.""Heath and Milligan, Chicago, bar cigarette users.""Carson, Pirie and Scott, Chicago, bar cigarette smokers asemployes."Ayer's Sarsparilla Company, Lovell, employs hundreds of boys.—"March 1, 1902—Believing that the smoking of cigarettes isinjurious to both mind and body, thereby unfitting young men fortheir best work—therefore after this date we will not employ anyyoung man under twenty-one years of age who smokes cigarettes.""I've got a boy for you, sir." Glad of it; who is he?" asked themaster workman of a large establishment. The man told the boy'sname and where he lived. "Don't want him," said the master workman,"he has got a bad mark." "A bad mark, sir; what?" "I meet him everyday with a cigar in his mouth; I don't want smokers!""The Lehigh Valley Railroad bars cigarette smokers.""The Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific Railroad bars cigarettesmoking.""The New York, New Haven, and Hartford Railroad bars employes whosmoke cigarettes.""The Central Railroad, Georgia, forbids cigarette smoking.""The Union Pacific Railroad forbids cigarette smoking."The following is a public notice: "The Western Union TelegraphCompany will discharge from their messenger service boys whopersist in smoking cigarettes."A Telephone Company.—Order: "You are directed to serve noticethat the use of cigarettes after August 1 will be prohibited; andyou are further instructed to, in the future, refuse to employanyone who is addicted to the habit."—Leland Hume, AssistantGeneral Manager of the Cumberland Telephone and Telegraph Company."In the United States Weather Bureau.—'Chief of United StatesWeather Bureau, Willis M. Moore, has placed the ban on cigarettesin this department of Government service'."Smoking Does Some Good, but More EvilSmoking soothes and comforts millions of the worried and the weary, and brings much pleasure to the habitual smoker, but it always more or less injures the health of the smoker and sometimes kills him. The vast majority of the medical fraternity condemn smoking, especially by the young.Smoking injures multitudes of boys in many respects.Smoking often leads to boys into bad company.Smoking often makes them precocious, undutiful, impudent and callous.Smoking often ruins the health.Smoking generally stunts their growth.Smoking generally sallows their complexion.Smoking often leads them to lying.Smoking often leads them to stealing.Smoking often leads them to drinking.Smoking degenerates the boy physically, mentally, and morally.Smokers cannot excel in athletic sports, such as boating, cricket, cycling.Smokers are always at the bottom of the class in school and college, and backward at all kinds of study.Excessive smoking causes mental and physical laziness in boys and men.The following organs, fluids, functions, etc., of the body, especially of the young, are frequently more or less affected by the use of tobacco:—The blood, the heart, the nerves, the brain, the liver, the lungs, the stomach, the throat, the saliva, the taste, the voice, the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mouth, the tongue, the palate, the pancreas, the lips, the teeth, the bones, the skin.Medical men and observing experts affirm many diseases are caused or accelerated by the use of tobacco, among which are the following:— Heart disease, consumption, cancer, ulceration, asthma, bronchitis, neuralgia, paralysis, palsy, apoplexy, indigestion, dysentery, diarrhoea, constipation, sleeplessness, melancholia, delirium tremens, insanity.Smoking frequently leads to prolonged suffering.Smoking often destroys the appetite.Smoking sometimes weakens the will power.Smoking sometimes leads to loss of memory.Smoking often leads to despondency.Smoking sometimes leads to suicide.Smoking frequently leads to loss—loss by bad health and waste of valuable time—direct loss in money required for other purposes, and immense loss through reckless, thoughtless, or unfortunate smokers being the cause of partial or total destruction by fire of buildings, ships, factories, homesteads, crops, stores, and property of many kinds; also loss of life and property by explosions in mines, explosive factories, powder magazines, explosive stores, etc.Tobacco using is an unclean habit, and offensive habit, an enslaving habit, often it is an intensely selfish habit.Tobacco fumes, especially in small and poorly-ventilated houses or rooms, injure or destroy the health of multitudes of wives, and injure the health of multitudes of infants and children.Tobacco using injures the unborn child by giving it a puny body and an imperfect start in life.Tobacco using is fast degenerating the race.A third of the recruits for the Army are disqualified through smoking.The following Governments have passes laws against juvenile smoking: Germany, Switzerland, Norway, Japan, Canada, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, British Columbia, the North West Territories, Cape Colony, New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia, Tasmania, and about 48 of the States and Territories out of 53; and so terrible and deplorable an effect has juvenile smoking upon the race that most other Governments are considering the advisability of passing laws against it.The insidious influence of cigarette smoking by boys is shown in these examples of handwriting, taken from a London Country Council health report. The first was written by a boy when he was a victim of the habit; the second is the same boy's writing when he had given it up, ten months later.Handwriting Samples.Previous-Index-Next

Mouse that Lost her TailOnce upon a time a Cat and Mouse were playing together, when, quite by accident, the cat bit off the Mouse's tail.It was very strange that the Cat did not bite off the Mouse's head. But this Mouse was a good Mouse, and never stole any cheese; and so the Cat only bit off her tail. Mousey was very much vexed to see that her tail was gone, so she said to Pussy—"Oh, dear Pussy! do give me my tail again.""No, that I will not," said Pussy, "till you get me some milk for my breakfast.""Oh, the Cow will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Cow, and thus began:—"Please, Cow, give me some milk. I want to give Pussy milk, and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will get me some hay for my breakfast." said the Cow."Oh, the Farmer will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Farmer, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Farmer, give me some hay; I want to give the Cow hay The Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some bread for my breakfast," said the Farmer."Oh, the Baker will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Baker, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Baker, give me some bread; I want to give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some meat for my breakfast," said the baker."Oh, the Butcher will give me some," said the Mouse.So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Butcher, and thus began:—"Please, Mr. Butcher, give me some meat. I want to give the Baker meat. The Baker will give me some bread; I will give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will eat up the crumbs that have fallen at my breakfast," said the Butcher."Oh, that I will," said the Mouse, and she soon cleared the floor of every crumb.Then the Butcher gave the Mouse some meat, and the Mouse gave the Baker the meat, and the Baker gave the Mouse some bread, and the Mouse gave the Farmer the bread, and the Farmer gave the Mouse some hay, and the Mouse gave the Cow the hay, and the Cow gave the Mouse some milk, and the Mouse gave Pussy the milk, and then Pussy gave poor little Mousey her own tail again.So she frisked and jumped, and away she ranAnd cried out to Pussy, "Catch me if you can!"Mouse GruelThere was an Old Person of Ewell,Who chiefly subsisted on gruel,But to make it taste nice, he inserted some mice,Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.Wise MiceSome little mice sat in a barn to spin,Pussy came by and she popped her head in."Shall I come in and cut your threads off?""Oh, no, kind sir, you will bite our heads off!"Mouse Ran up the ClockHickory, diccory dock,The mouse ran up the clock,The clock struck one, the mouse ran down,Hickory, diccory, dock.A Frog he would a-Wooing GoA Frog he would a-wooing go,Whether his mother would have it or no;So off he set with his nice new hat,And on the road he met a rat."Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see!"When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,They gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.Frog, Rat and Mousey.

Mouse that Lost her Tail

Once upon a time a Cat and Mouse were playing together, when, quite by accident, the cat bit off the Mouse's tail.

It was very strange that the Cat did not bite off the Mouse's head. But this Mouse was a good Mouse, and never stole any cheese; and so the Cat only bit off her tail. Mousey was very much vexed to see that her tail was gone, so she said to Pussy—

"Oh, dear Pussy! do give me my tail again.""No, that I will not," said Pussy, "till you get me some milk for my breakfast.""Oh, the Cow will give me some," said the Mouse.

So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Cow, and thus began:—

"Please, Cow, give me some milk. I want to give Pussy milk, and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will get me some hay for my breakfast." said the Cow."Oh, the Farmer will give me some," said the Mouse.

So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Farmer, and thus began:—

"Please, Mr. Farmer, give me some hay; I want to give the Cow hay The Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some bread for my breakfast," said the Farmer."Oh, the Baker will give me some," said the Mouse.

So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Baker, and thus began:—

"Please, Mr. Baker, give me some bread; I want to give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you get me some meat for my breakfast," said the baker."Oh, the Butcher will give me some," said the Mouse.

So she frisked and jumped, and then she ranTill she came to the Butcher, and thus began:—

"Please, Mr. Butcher, give me some meat. I want to give the Baker meat. The Baker will give me some bread; I will give the Farmer bread. The Farmer will give me some hay; I will give the Cow hay, the Cow will give me some milk; I will give Pussy milk; and Pussy will give me my own tail again.""So I will, Mousey, if you will eat up the crumbs that have fallen at my breakfast," said the Butcher."Oh, that I will," said the Mouse, and she soon cleared the floor of every crumb.

Then the Butcher gave the Mouse some meat, and the Mouse gave the Baker the meat, and the Baker gave the Mouse some bread, and the Mouse gave the Farmer the bread, and the Farmer gave the Mouse some hay, and the Mouse gave the Cow the hay, and the Cow gave the Mouse some milk, and the Mouse gave Pussy the milk, and then Pussy gave poor little Mousey her own tail again.

So she frisked and jumped, and away she ranAnd cried out to Pussy, "Catch me if you can!"

Mouse Gruel

There was an Old Person of Ewell,Who chiefly subsisted on gruel,But to make it taste nice, he inserted some mice,Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.

Wise Mice

Some little mice sat in a barn to spin,Pussy came by and she popped her head in."Shall I come in and cut your threads off?""Oh, no, kind sir, you will bite our heads off!"

Mouse Ran up the Clock

Hickory, diccory dock,The mouse ran up the clock,The clock struck one, the mouse ran down,Hickory, diccory, dock.

A Frog he would a-Wooing Go

A Frog he would a-wooing go,Whether his mother would have it or no;So off he set with his nice new hat,And on the road he met a rat.

"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see!"When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,They gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?""Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin.""Pray, Mrs. Mouse, Will you give us some beer?For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.""Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song—But let it be something that's not very long!""Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,"A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog.""Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."But while they were all a merry-making,A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.The cat she seized the rat by the crown;The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright:He took up his hat, and wished them good-night.But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,So there was an end of one, two, and three.The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-ee.Man that Caught a MouseThe Little priest of Felton,The little priest of Felton,He killed a mouse within his house,And ne'er a one to help him.Three Blind MiceThree blind mice! three blind mice!See how they run! see how they run!They all ran after the farmer's wife,They cut off their tails with a carving knife;Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?The Three Unfortunate MiceThree little dogs were basking in the cinders;Three little cats were playing in the windows;Three little mice hopped out of a hole,And a piece of cheese they stole;The three little cats jumped down in a trice,And cracked the bones of the three little mice.The Foolish MouseIn a crack near the cupboard, with dainties provided,A certain young mouse with her mother resided;So securely they lived in that snug, quiet spot,Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.But one day the young mouse, which was given to roam,Having made an excursion some way from her home,On a sudden returned, with such joy in her eyes,That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise."O mother," said she, "The good folks of this house,I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse;And those tales can't be true you always are telling,For they've been at such pains to construct us a dwelling."The floor is of wood, and the walls are of wires,Exactly the size that one's comfort requires;And I'm sure that we there shall have nothing to fear,If ten cats, with kittens, at once should appear."And then they have made such nice holes in the wall,One could slip in and out, with no trouble at all;But forcing one through such rough crannies as these,Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze."But the best of all is, they've provided, as well,A large piece of cheese, of most exquisite smell;'T was so nice, I had put in my head to go through,When I thought it my duty to come and fetch you.""Ah, child," said the mother, "believe, I entreat,Both the cage and the cheese are a terrible cheat;Do not think all that trouble they took for our good,They would catch us and kill us there if they could."Thus they've caught and killed scores, and I never could learn,That a mouse who once entered did ever return."Let young people mind what the old people say,And, when danger is near them keep out of the way.

"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song—But let it be something that's not very long!""Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog,"A cold has made me as hoarse as a dog."

"Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."But while they were all a merry-making,A cat and her kittens came tumbling in.

The cat she seized the rat by the crown;The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright:He took up his hat, and wished them good-night.But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,So there was an end of one, two, and three.The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-ee.

Man that Caught a Mouse

The Little priest of Felton,The little priest of Felton,He killed a mouse within his house,And ne'er a one to help him.

Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice! three blind mice!See how they run! see how they run!They all ran after the farmer's wife,They cut off their tails with a carving knife;Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?

The Three Unfortunate Mice

Three little dogs were basking in the cinders;Three little cats were playing in the windows;Three little mice hopped out of a hole,And a piece of cheese they stole;The three little cats jumped down in a trice,And cracked the bones of the three little mice.

The Foolish Mouse

In a crack near the cupboard, with dainties provided,A certain young mouse with her mother resided;So securely they lived in that snug, quiet spot,Any mouse in the land might have envied their lot.

But one day the young mouse, which was given to roam,Having made an excursion some way from her home,On a sudden returned, with such joy in her eyes,That her grey, sedate parent expressed some surprise.

"O mother," said she, "The good folks of this house,I'm convinced, have not any ill-will to a mouse;And those tales can't be true you always are telling,For they've been at such pains to construct us a dwelling.

"The floor is of wood, and the walls are of wires,Exactly the size that one's comfort requires;And I'm sure that we there shall have nothing to fear,If ten cats, with kittens, at once should appear.

"And then they have made such nice holes in the wall,One could slip in and out, with no trouble at all;But forcing one through such rough crannies as these,Always gives one's poor ribs a most terrible squeeze.

"But the best of all is, they've provided, as well,A large piece of cheese, of most exquisite smell;'T was so nice, I had put in my head to go through,When I thought it my duty to come and fetch you."

"Ah, child," said the mother, "believe, I entreat,Both the cage and the cheese are a terrible cheat;Do not think all that trouble they took for our good,They would catch us and kill us there if they could.

"Thus they've caught and killed scores, and I never could learn,That a mouse who once entered did ever return."Let young people mind what the old people say,And, when danger is near them keep out of the way.

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Fox Reading 'The Poultry Fancier's Gazette'.

The Fox and the CatThe fox and the cat as they travelled one day,With moral discourses cut shorter on the way:"'Tis great," says the fox, "to make justice our guide!""How godlike is mercy!" Grimalkin replied.Whilst thus they proceeded, a wolf from the wood,Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood,Rushed forth—as he saw the dull shepherd asleep—And seized for his supper an innocent sheep."In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat;When mutton's at hand," says the wolf, "I must eat."Grimalkin's astonished—the fox stood aghast,To see the fell beast at his bloody repast."What a wretch!" says the cat—"'tis the vilest of brutes;Does he feed upon flesh when there's herbage and roots?"Cries the fox, "While our oaks give us acorns so good,What a tyrant is this to spill innocent blood!"Well, onward they marched, and they moralised still.Till they came where some poultry picked chaff by a mill.Sly Reynard surveyed the them with gluttonous eyes,And made, spite of morals, a pullet his prize!A mouse, too, that chanced from her covert to stray,The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey!A spider that sat in her web on the wall,Perceived the poor victims, and pitied their fall;She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!"So ran to regale on a new-taken fly!Sour GrapesA fox was trotting one day,And just above his headHe spied a vine of luscious grapes,Rich, ripe, and purple-red.Eager he tried to snatch the fruit,But, ah! it was too high;Poor Reynard had to give it up,And, heaving a deep sigh,He curl'd his nose and said, "Dear me!I would not waste an hourUpon such mean and common fruit—I'm sure those grapes are sour!"'Tis thus we often wish thro' life,When seeking wealth and pow'rAnd when we fall, say, like the fox,We're "sure the grapes are sour!"The Fox and the MaskA fox walked round a toyman's shop(How he came there, pray do not ask),But soon he made a sudden stop,To look and wonder at a mask.The mask was beautiful and fair,A perfect mask as e'er was made;At which a lady meant to wearAt the ensuing masquerade.He turned it round with much surprise,To find it prove so light and thin;"How strange!" astonished Reynard cries,"Here's mouth and nose, and eyes and chin."And cheeks and lips, extremely pretty;And yet, one thing there still remainsTo make it perfect—what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"Thus, to some boy or maiden pretty;Who to get learning takes no pains,May we exclaim, "Ah! what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"The Fox and CrowIn a dairy a crow,Having ventured to go,Some food for her young ones to seek,Flew up in the treesWith a fine piece of cheese,Which she joyfuly held in her beak.A fox who lived by,To the tree saw her fly,And to share in the prize he made a vow,For, having just dined,He for cheese felt inclined,So he went and sat under the bough.She was cunning he knew,But so was he, too,And with flattery adapted his plan;For he knew if she'd speak,It must fall from his beak,So, bowing politely, began:"'Tis a very fine day,"(Not a word did she say),"The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south:A fine harvest for peas;"He then looked at the cheese,But the crow did not open her mouth.Sly Reynard, not tired,He plumage admired:"How charming! how brilliant its hue!The voice must be fineOf a bird so divine,Ah, let me hear it, pray do.Believe me I longTo hear a sweet song;"The silly crow foolishly tries;She scarce gave one squall,When the cheese she let fall,And the fox ran away with the prize.Jane TaylorThe Blind Men and the Elephant(A Hindoo Fable)It was six men of IndostanTo learning much inclined,Who went to see an elephant,(Though all of them were blind),That each by observationMight satisfy his mind.The FIRST approached the Elephant,And happening to fallAgainst his broad and sturdy side,At once began to bawl:"God bless me!—but the ElephantIs very like a wall!"The SECOND feeling of the tusk,Cried: "Ho! what have we hereSo very round and smooth and sharp!To me 'tis mighty clearThis wonder of an ElephantIs very like a spear!"The THIRD approached the animal,And happening to takeThe squirming trunk within his hands,This boldly up and spake:"I see," quoth he, "The ElephantIs very like a snake!"The FOURTH reached out his eager hand,And felt about the knee,"What most this wondrous beast is likeIs mighty plain," quoth he;"'Tis clear enough the ElephantIs very like a tree!"The FIFTH, who chanced to touch the ear,Said: "E'n the blindest manCan tell what this resembles most,Deny the fact who can,This marvel of an ElephantIs very like a fan."The SIXTH no sooner had begunAbout the beast to grope,Than, seizing on the swinging tailThat fell within his scope,"I see," quoth he, "the ElephantIs very like a rope!"And so these men of IndostanDisputed loud and long,Each in his own opinionExceeding stiff and strong,Though each was partly in the right,And all were in the wrong.Elephant and Clown having Tea.

The Fox and the Cat

The fox and the cat as they travelled one day,With moral discourses cut shorter on the way:"'Tis great," says the fox, "to make justice our guide!""How godlike is mercy!" Grimalkin replied.

Whilst thus they proceeded, a wolf from the wood,Impatient of hunger, and thirsting for blood,Rushed forth—as he saw the dull shepherd asleep—And seized for his supper an innocent sheep.

"In vain, wretched victim, for mercy you bleat;When mutton's at hand," says the wolf, "I must eat."Grimalkin's astonished—the fox stood aghast,To see the fell beast at his bloody repast.

"What a wretch!" says the cat—"'tis the vilest of brutes;Does he feed upon flesh when there's herbage and roots?"Cries the fox, "While our oaks give us acorns so good,What a tyrant is this to spill innocent blood!"

Well, onward they marched, and they moralised still.Till they came where some poultry picked chaff by a mill.Sly Reynard surveyed the them with gluttonous eyes,And made, spite of morals, a pullet his prize!A mouse, too, that chanced from her covert to stray,The greedy Grimalkin secured as her prey!

A spider that sat in her web on the wall,Perceived the poor victims, and pitied their fall;She cried, "Of such murders how guiltless am I!"So ran to regale on a new-taken fly!

Sour Grapes

A fox was trotting one day,And just above his headHe spied a vine of luscious grapes,Rich, ripe, and purple-red.

Eager he tried to snatch the fruit,But, ah! it was too high;Poor Reynard had to give it up,And, heaving a deep sigh,

He curl'd his nose and said, "Dear me!I would not waste an hourUpon such mean and common fruit—I'm sure those grapes are sour!"

'Tis thus we often wish thro' life,When seeking wealth and pow'rAnd when we fall, say, like the fox,We're "sure the grapes are sour!"

The Fox and the Mask

A fox walked round a toyman's shop(How he came there, pray do not ask),But soon he made a sudden stop,To look and wonder at a mask.

The mask was beautiful and fair,A perfect mask as e'er was made;At which a lady meant to wearAt the ensuing masquerade.

He turned it round with much surprise,To find it prove so light and thin;"How strange!" astonished Reynard cries,"Here's mouth and nose, and eyes and chin.

"And cheeks and lips, extremely pretty;And yet, one thing there still remainsTo make it perfect—what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"

Thus, to some boy or maiden pretty;Who to get learning takes no pains,May we exclaim, "Ah! what a pity,So fine a head should have no brains!"

The Fox and Crow

In a dairy a crow,Having ventured to go,Some food for her young ones to seek,Flew up in the treesWith a fine piece of cheese,Which she joyfuly held in her beak.

A fox who lived by,To the tree saw her fly,And to share in the prize he made a vow,For, having just dined,He for cheese felt inclined,So he went and sat under the bough.

She was cunning he knew,But so was he, too,And with flattery adapted his plan;For he knew if she'd speak,It must fall from his beak,So, bowing politely, began:

"'Tis a very fine day,"(Not a word did she say),"The wind, I believe, ma'am, is south:A fine harvest for peas;"He then looked at the cheese,But the crow did not open her mouth.

Sly Reynard, not tired,He plumage admired:"How charming! how brilliant its hue!The voice must be fineOf a bird so divine,Ah, let me hear it, pray do.

Believe me I longTo hear a sweet song;"The silly crow foolishly tries;She scarce gave one squall,When the cheese she let fall,And the fox ran away with the prize.

Jane Taylor

The Blind Men and the Elephant(A Hindoo Fable)

It was six men of IndostanTo learning much inclined,Who went to see an elephant,(Though all of them were blind),That each by observationMight satisfy his mind.

The FIRST approached the Elephant,And happening to fallAgainst his broad and sturdy side,At once began to bawl:"God bless me!—but the ElephantIs very like a wall!"

The SECOND feeling of the tusk,Cried: "Ho! what have we hereSo very round and smooth and sharp!To me 'tis mighty clearThis wonder of an ElephantIs very like a spear!"

The THIRD approached the animal,And happening to takeThe squirming trunk within his hands,This boldly up and spake:"I see," quoth he, "The ElephantIs very like a snake!"

The FOURTH reached out his eager hand,And felt about the knee,"What most this wondrous beast is likeIs mighty plain," quoth he;"'Tis clear enough the ElephantIs very like a tree!"

The FIFTH, who chanced to touch the ear,Said: "E'n the blindest manCan tell what this resembles most,Deny the fact who can,This marvel of an ElephantIs very like a fan."

The SIXTH no sooner had begunAbout the beast to grope,Than, seizing on the swinging tailThat fell within his scope,"I see," quoth he, "the ElephantIs very like a rope!"

And so these men of IndostanDisputed loud and long,Each in his own opinionExceeding stiff and strong,Though each was partly in the right,And all were in the wrong.

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An Address to a MouseSly little, cowering, timorous beastie!Oh what a panic's in thy breastie!You need not start away so hasty,With bickering speed:I should be loth to run and chase theeI should indeed!I'm truly sorry man's dominionHath broken Nature's social union,And justifies that ill opinionWhich makes thee startleAt me, thy poor earth-born companion,And fellow mortal.Sometimes, I doubt not, thou dost thieve;What then? poor beastie, thou must live;A little barley in the shieveIs small request;And all thou tak'st, I do believe,Will ne'er be missed.R. BurnsSong of the ToadI am an honest toad,Living here by the road;Beneath a stone I dwell,In a snug little cell.When the rain patters down,I let it wet my crown;And now and then I sipA drop with my lip.And now a catch a fly,And now I wink my eye,And now I take a hop,And now and then I stop.And this is all I do,And yet they sat it's trueThat the toad's face is sad,And his bite is very bad.Oh! naughty folks they beWho tell such tales of me!For I'm an honest toadJust living by the road,Hip, hip, hop.Mosquito SongIn a summer's night I take my flightTo where the maidens repose;And while they are slumbering sweet and sound,I bite them on the nose;The warm red blood that tints their cheeks,To me is precious dear,For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.When I get my fill, I wipe my bill,And sound my tiny horn;And off I fly to mountain highEre breaks the golden morn;But at eve I sally forth againTo tickle the sleeper's ear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.On the chamber wall about I crawl,Till landlord goes to bed;Then my bugle I blow, and down I goTo light upon his head.Oh, I love to see the fellow slap,And regret to hear him swear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.The Nightingale and Glow-wormA Nightingale, that all day longHad cheered the village with his song,Nor yet at eve his note suspended,Nor yet when eventide was ended,Began to feel—as well he might—The keen demands of appetite;When looking eagerly around,He spied, far off, upon the ground,A something shining in the dark,And knew the glow-worm by his spark;So; stooping down, from hawthorn top,He thought to put him in his cropThe worm, aware of his intent,Harangued him this, quite eloquent—"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,"As much as I your minstrelsy?You would abhor to do me wrong,As much as I to spoil your song;For 'twas the self-same power divineTaught you to sing, and me to shine:That you with music, I with light,Might beautify and cheer the night."The songster heard his short oration,And, warbling out his approbation,Released him as my story tells,And found a supper somewhere else.CowperThe Glow-wormBeneath this hedge, or near the stream,A worm is known to stray,That shows by night a lucid streamThat disappears by day.Disputes have been, and still prevail,From whence his rays proceed;Some give the honor to his tail,And others to his head;But this is sure—the hand of mightThat kindles up the skies,Gives him a modicum of light,Proportion'd to his size.Perhaps indulgent Nature meant,By such a lamp bestow'd,To bid the traveller as he went,Be careful where he trod.CowperHappiness of the GrasshopperHappy insect! what can beIn happiness compared with thee!Fed with nourishment divine,The dewy morning's gentle wine;Nature waits upon thee still,And thy verdant cup does fill.All the fields which thou dost see,All the plants belong to thee:All that summer hours produce,Fertile made with easy juice;The country hinds with gladness hear,Prophet of the ripened year!CowleyThe WhaleWarm and buoyant, in his oily mail,Gambols on seas of ice th' unwieldily whale;Wide waving fins round boating islands urgeHis bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;With hideous yawn, the flying shoals he seeks,Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks;Lifts o'er the tossing wave his nostril bare,And spouts the watery columns into air;The silvery arches catch the setting beams,And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.DarwinThe wasp and the BeeA wasp met a bee that was just buzzing by,And he said "Little Cousin, can you tell me whyYou are loved so much better by people than I."My back shines as bright, and as yellow as goldAnd my shape is most elegant too to behold,And yet nobody likes me for that, I am told,"Bz."Ah! Cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true,But if I were half as much mischief to do,Then I'm sure they would love me no better than you.Bz."You have a fine shape and a delicate wing,And they say you are handsome; but then there's one thingThey never can put up with; and that is your sting.Bz."My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,But yet no one is angry or scolding at me,Just because I'm a harmless and busy bee."Bz.From this little story let people beware,For if, like the cross wasp, ill-natured they are,They will never be loved, though they're ever so fair.My PetsI bring my little doggies milk;I bring my rabbits hay;I feed and tend, and love them well—Such helpless things are they!See! now in soft and cozy bedThey roll about and play;They've milk and bones, and all they want—Such happy pets are they!Man Carrying Animals.

An Address to a Mouse

Sly little, cowering, timorous beastie!Oh what a panic's in thy breastie!You need not start away so hasty,With bickering speed:I should be loth to run and chase theeI should indeed!

I'm truly sorry man's dominionHath broken Nature's social union,And justifies that ill opinionWhich makes thee startleAt me, thy poor earth-born companion,And fellow mortal.

Sometimes, I doubt not, thou dost thieve;What then? poor beastie, thou must live;A little barley in the shieveIs small request;And all thou tak'st, I do believe,Will ne'er be missed.

R. Burns

Song of the Toad

I am an honest toad,Living here by the road;Beneath a stone I dwell,In a snug little cell.

When the rain patters down,I let it wet my crown;And now and then I sipA drop with my lip.

And now a catch a fly,And now I wink my eye,And now I take a hop,And now and then I stop.

And this is all I do,And yet they sat it's trueThat the toad's face is sad,And his bite is very bad.

Oh! naughty folks they beWho tell such tales of me!For I'm an honest toadJust living by the road,Hip, hip, hop.

Mosquito Song

In a summer's night I take my flightTo where the maidens repose;And while they are slumbering sweet and sound,I bite them on the nose;The warm red blood that tints their cheeks,To me is precious dear,For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.

When I get my fill, I wipe my bill,And sound my tiny horn;And off I fly to mountain highEre breaks the golden morn;But at eve I sally forth againTo tickle the sleeper's ear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.

On the chamber wall about I crawl,Till landlord goes to bed;Then my bugle I blow, and down I goTo light upon his head.Oh, I love to see the fellow slap,And regret to hear him swear;For 'tis my delight to buzz and biteIn the season of the year.

The Nightingale and Glow-worm

A Nightingale, that all day longHad cheered the village with his song,Nor yet at eve his note suspended,Nor yet when eventide was ended,Began to feel—as well he might—The keen demands of appetite;When looking eagerly around,He spied, far off, upon the ground,A something shining in the dark,And knew the glow-worm by his spark;So; stooping down, from hawthorn top,He thought to put him in his cropThe worm, aware of his intent,Harangued him this, quite eloquent—"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,"As much as I your minstrelsy?You would abhor to do me wrong,As much as I to spoil your song;For 'twas the self-same power divineTaught you to sing, and me to shine:That you with music, I with light,Might beautify and cheer the night."The songster heard his short oration,And, warbling out his approbation,Released him as my story tells,And found a supper somewhere else.

Cowper

The Glow-worm

Beneath this hedge, or near the stream,A worm is known to stray,That shows by night a lucid streamThat disappears by day.

Disputes have been, and still prevail,From whence his rays proceed;Some give the honor to his tail,And others to his head;

But this is sure—the hand of mightThat kindles up the skies,Gives him a modicum of light,Proportion'd to his size.

Perhaps indulgent Nature meant,By such a lamp bestow'd,To bid the traveller as he went,Be careful where he trod.

Cowper

Happiness of the Grasshopper

Happy insect! what can beIn happiness compared with thee!Fed with nourishment divine,The dewy morning's gentle wine;Nature waits upon thee still,And thy verdant cup does fill.All the fields which thou dost see,All the plants belong to thee:All that summer hours produce,Fertile made with easy juice;The country hinds with gladness hear,Prophet of the ripened year!

Cowley

The Whale

Warm and buoyant, in his oily mail,Gambols on seas of ice th' unwieldily whale;Wide waving fins round boating islands urgeHis bulk gigantic through the troubled surge;With hideous yawn, the flying shoals he seeks,Or clasps with fringe of horn his massy cheeks;Lifts o'er the tossing wave his nostril bare,And spouts the watery columns into air;The silvery arches catch the setting beams,And transient rainbows tremble o'er the streams.

Darwin

The wasp and the Bee

A wasp met a bee that was just buzzing by,And he said "Little Cousin, can you tell me whyYou are loved so much better by people than I.

"My back shines as bright, and as yellow as goldAnd my shape is most elegant too to behold,And yet nobody likes me for that, I am told,"Bz.

"Ah! Cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true,But if I were half as much mischief to do,Then I'm sure they would love me no better than you.Bz.

"You have a fine shape and a delicate wing,And they say you are handsome; but then there's one thingThey never can put up with; and that is your sting.Bz.

"My coat is quite homely and plain, as you see,But yet no one is angry or scolding at me,Just because I'm a harmless and busy bee."Bz.

From this little story let people beware,For if, like the cross wasp, ill-natured they are,They will never be loved, though they're ever so fair.

My Pets

I bring my little doggies milk;I bring my rabbits hay;I feed and tend, and love them well—Such helpless things are they!See! now in soft and cozy bedThey roll about and play;They've milk and bones, and all they want—Such happy pets are they!

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Boy with Squirrel.

The SquirrelI'm a merry, merry squirrel,All day I leap and whirlThrough my home in the old beech-treeIf you chase me I will runIn the shade and in the sun;But you never, never can catch meFor round a bough I'll creep,Playing hide and seek so sly;Or through the leaves bo-peep,With my little shining eye.Up and down I run and frisk,With my bushy tail to whiskAll who mope in the old beech-trees.How droll to see the owlAs I make him wink and growl,While his sleepy, sleepy head I tease!And I waken up the bat,Who flies off with a scream,For he thinks that I'm the catPouncing on him, in his dream.Through all the summer longI never want a songFrom birds in the old beech-treesI have singers all the night,And with the morning brightCome my busy, humming, fat, brown bees.When I've nothing else to doWith the nursing birds I sit;And we laugh at the cuckooA-coo-cooing to her tit!When winter comes with snowAn its cruel tempests blowAll my leaves from the old beech-trees,Then beside the wren and mouseI furnish up a house,Where, like a prince, I live at ease.What care I for hail or sleet,With my cozy cap and coat;And my tail about my feet,Or wrapped about my throat?Norman MacleodDucks and DucklingsOne little white duck,One little grey,Six little black ducksRunning out to play;One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim.One little white duckRunning from the water,One very fat duck—Pretty little daughter—One little grey duckHolding up its wings.One little bobbing duckMaking water rings.One little black duckStanding on a stone,One little grey duckSwimming all alone,One little grey duckHolding down it's head.One sleepy little duck,It has gone to bed!One little what duckRunning to its mother,Look among the water-reeds,May be there's another.One hungry little duckGoing out to dine,Two dainty little ducks,Snowy-white and fine.Merry little brown eyesO'er the picture linger,Point all the ducks out,Chubby little finger;Make the picture musical,Merry little shout;Now where's that other duck?What is he about?I thank that other duckIs the nicest duck of all,He hasn't any feathers,And his mouth is sweet and small;He runs with a light stepAnd jumps upon my knee,And though he cannot swimHe is very dear to me.One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim;One sleepy little duckTaking quite a nap,One precious little duckHere on mother's lap.A. L.The SquirrelThe pretty red squirrelLives up in a tree,A little blithe creatureAs ever can be;He dwells in the boughsWhere the stock-dove broods,Far in the shadesOf the green summer woods;His food is the youngJuicy cones of the pine,And the milky beech-nutIs his bread and his wine.In the joy of his natureHe frisks with a boundTo the topmost twigs,And then down to the ground.Then up again likeA winged thing,And from tree to treeWith a vaulting spring;Then he sits up aloft,And looks ragged and queer,As if he would say:"Ay, follow me here!"And then he grows pettish,And stamps his foot;And then with a chatter,He cracks his nut;And thus he livesAll the long summer through,Without either a careOr a thought of rue.The Mountain and the SquirrelThe mountain and the squirrelHad a quarrel,And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"Bun replied,"You are doubtless very big,But all sorts of things and weatherMust be taken togetherTo make up a year,And a sphere.And I think it no disgraceTo occupy my place.If I'm not so large as you,You are not so small as I.And not half so spry;I'll not deny you makeA very pretty squirrel track.Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;If I cannot carry forests on my back,Neither can you crack an nut!"R. W. EmersonAn Intelligent Tame Raccoon.

The Squirrel

I'm a merry, merry squirrel,All day I leap and whirlThrough my home in the old beech-treeIf you chase me I will runIn the shade and in the sun;But you never, never can catch meFor round a bough I'll creep,Playing hide and seek so sly;Or through the leaves bo-peep,With my little shining eye.

Up and down I run and frisk,With my bushy tail to whiskAll who mope in the old beech-trees.How droll to see the owlAs I make him wink and growl,While his sleepy, sleepy head I tease!And I waken up the bat,Who flies off with a scream,For he thinks that I'm the catPouncing on him, in his dream.

Through all the summer longI never want a songFrom birds in the old beech-treesI have singers all the night,And with the morning brightCome my busy, humming, fat, brown bees.When I've nothing else to doWith the nursing birds I sit;And we laugh at the cuckooA-coo-cooing to her tit!

When winter comes with snowAn its cruel tempests blowAll my leaves from the old beech-trees,Then beside the wren and mouseI furnish up a house,Where, like a prince, I live at ease.What care I for hail or sleet,With my cozy cap and coat;And my tail about my feet,Or wrapped about my throat?

Norman Macleod

Ducks and Ducklings

One little white duck,One little grey,Six little black ducksRunning out to play;One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim.

One little white duckRunning from the water,One very fat duck—Pretty little daughter—One little grey duckHolding up its wings.One little bobbing duckMaking water rings.

One little black duckStanding on a stone,One little grey duckSwimming all alone,One little grey duckHolding down it's head.One sleepy little duck,It has gone to bed!

One little what duckRunning to its mother,Look among the water-reeds,May be there's another.One hungry little duckGoing out to dine,Two dainty little ducks,Snowy-white and fine.

Merry little brown eyesO'er the picture linger,Point all the ducks out,Chubby little finger;Make the picture musical,Merry little shout;Now where's that other duck?What is he about?

I thank that other duckIs the nicest duck of all,He hasn't any feathers,And his mouth is sweet and small;He runs with a light stepAnd jumps upon my knee,And though he cannot swimHe is very dear to me.

One white lady-duck,Motherly and trim,Eight little baby ducksBound for a swim;One sleepy little duckTaking quite a nap,One precious little duckHere on mother's lap.

A. L.

The Squirrel

The pretty red squirrelLives up in a tree,A little blithe creatureAs ever can be;He dwells in the boughsWhere the stock-dove broods,Far in the shadesOf the green summer woods;

His food is the youngJuicy cones of the pine,And the milky beech-nutIs his bread and his wine.In the joy of his natureHe frisks with a boundTo the topmost twigs,And then down to the ground.

Then up again likeA winged thing,And from tree to treeWith a vaulting spring;Then he sits up aloft,And looks ragged and queer,As if he would say:"Ay, follow me here!"

And then he grows pettish,And stamps his foot;And then with a chatter,He cracks his nut;And thus he livesAll the long summer through,Without either a careOr a thought of rue.

The Mountain and the Squirrel

The mountain and the squirrelHad a quarrel,And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"Bun replied,"You are doubtless very big,But all sorts of things and weatherMust be taken togetherTo make up a year,And a sphere.And I think it no disgraceTo occupy my place.If I'm not so large as you,You are not so small as I.And not half so spry;I'll not deny you makeA very pretty squirrel track.Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;If I cannot carry forests on my back,Neither can you crack an nut!"

R. W. Emerson

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Wonderful Birds' NestsFive Birds' Nests.

Wonderful Birds' Nests

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Cole at the Age of 40.

Edward William Cole: Aged 80.

Coles Own Portrait

What Books Do For Mankind1.Books should be found in every house,To form and feed the mind;They are the best of luxuriesTo happify mankind.2.For all good books throughout the worldAre man's most precious treasure;They make him wise, and bring himHis best, his choicest pleasure.3.Books make his time pass happily,Relieve his weary hours;Amuse, compose, instruct his mind;Enlarge his mental powers.4.Books teach the boys and girls of earthIn quite ten million schools;Books make the difference betweenEarth's learned and its fools.5.Books teach earth's teeming artisansThe proper way to take,To find, to plan, to build, to mix,And every product make.6.Books teach schoolmasters, clergymen,Of every rank and grade;And doctors, lawyers, judges, too—Books are their tools of trade.* * * * * *128.Books thus, by print, and pictures, bringThe whole world into view,And show what all men think about,And everything they do.129.Books give to man the historyOf each and every land;Books show him human actions past,The bad, the good, the grand.130.Books show him human arts and lawsOf every time and place;Books show the learnings and the faithsOf all the human race.131.Books give the best and greatest thoughtsOf all the good and wise;Books treasure human knowledge up,And thus it never dies.132.Books show men all that men have done,Have thought, have sung, have said,Books show the deeds and wisdom ofThe living and the dead.133.Books show that mankind's leading faiths,In morals are the same;That in their main essentialsThey differ but in name.134.Books show that virtue, goodness, love,Exist in every land;That some with kindly sympathiesAre found on every strand.135.Books show the joys, griefs, hopes and fears,Of every race and clan;Books show, by unity of thought,The brotherhood of man.136.Books thus will cause the flag of peaceThrough earth to be unfurled—Produce "the parliament of man,"And federate the world.137.Books give the reader vast delight,The bookless never know;Books give him pleasure, day and night,Wherever he may go.138.Books show narcotics, toxicants,Of each and every kind;Insidious destroyers all,Of body and of mind.139.Books, like strong drink, will drowns man's caresBut do not waste his wealth;Books leave him better, drink the worse,In character and health.140.Books teach and please him when a child,In youth and in his prime;Books give him soothing pleasure whenHis health and strength decline.141.Books teach, from their beginning, ofHigher beings than man;That One Almighty Goodness wasBefore the world began.142.Books give us hope beyond the grave,Of an immortal life;Books teach that right, and truth, and love,Shall banish every strife.143.Books therefore are, of all we own,The choicest things on earth;Books have, of all our worldly goods,The most intrinsic worth.144.Books are the greatest blessing brought,The grandest thing we sell;Books bring more joy,Books do more good,Than mortal tongue can tell.

What Books Do For Mankind

1.

Books should be found in every house,To form and feed the mind;They are the best of luxuriesTo happify mankind.

2.

For all good books throughout the worldAre man's most precious treasure;They make him wise, and bring himHis best, his choicest pleasure.

3.

Books make his time pass happily,Relieve his weary hours;Amuse, compose, instruct his mind;Enlarge his mental powers.

4.

Books teach the boys and girls of earthIn quite ten million schools;Books make the difference betweenEarth's learned and its fools.

5.

Books teach earth's teeming artisansThe proper way to take,To find, to plan, to build, to mix,And every product make.

6.

Books teach schoolmasters, clergymen,Of every rank and grade;And doctors, lawyers, judges, too—Books are their tools of trade.

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128.

129.

Books give to man the historyOf each and every land;Books show him human actions past,The bad, the good, the grand.

130.

Books show him human arts and lawsOf every time and place;Books show the learnings and the faithsOf all the human race.

131.

Books give the best and greatest thoughtsOf all the good and wise;Books treasure human knowledge up,And thus it never dies.

132.

Books show men all that men have done,Have thought, have sung, have said,Books show the deeds and wisdom ofThe living and the dead.

133.

Books show that mankind's leading faiths,In morals are the same;That in their main essentialsThey differ but in name.

134.

Books show that virtue, goodness, love,Exist in every land;That some with kindly sympathiesAre found on every strand.

135.

Books show the joys, griefs, hopes and fears,Of every race and clan;Books show, by unity of thought,The brotherhood of man.

136.

Books thus will cause the flag of peaceThrough earth to be unfurled—Produce "the parliament of man,"And federate the world.

137.

Books give the reader vast delight,The bookless never know;Books give him pleasure, day and night,Wherever he may go.

138.

Books show narcotics, toxicants,Of each and every kind;Insidious destroyers all,Of body and of mind.

139.

Books, like strong drink, will drowns man's caresBut do not waste his wealth;Books leave him better, drink the worse,In character and health.

140.

Books teach and please him when a child,In youth and in his prime;Books give him soothing pleasure whenHis health and strength decline.

141.

Books teach, from their beginning, ofHigher beings than man;That One Almighty Goodness wasBefore the world began.

142.

Books give us hope beyond the grave,Of an immortal life;Books teach that right, and truth, and love,Shall banish every strife.

143.

Books therefore are, of all we own,The choicest things on earth;Books have, of all our worldly goods,The most intrinsic worth.

144.

Books are the greatest blessing brought,The grandest thing we sell;Books bring more joy,Books do more good,Than mortal tongue can tell.

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Serious Sambo.

Cole's Comic Advertiser(Or Fun Doctor's Assistant)Laughter as a Medicine."The physician tells us of the physical benefits of laughing. There is not the remotest corner or little inlet of the minute blood-vessels of the human body that does not feel some wavelet from the convulsion occasioned by good hearty laughter. The life principle, or the central man, is shaken to the innermost depths, sending new tided of life and strength to the surface, thus materially tending to insure good health to persons who indulge therein. The blood moves more rapidly, and conveys a different impression to all the organs of the body, as it visits them on that particular mystic journey when the man is laughing, from what it does at other times. For this reason every good, hearty laugh in which a person indulges lengthens his life, conveying as it does a new and distinct stimulus to the vital forces.""Fun is worth more thanphysic, and whoeverinvents or discovers a newsupply deserves the nameof public benefactor."Man Made to Laugh, not to Morn.Man warnt made tew mourn, man waz made tew laff. He iz the onla creeter or thing that God made tew laff out loud. It iz true he knows how to mourn, do duz animills know how, the birds kan tell their sorrows, and the flowers kan hang their pretty heds. Man was made tew smile, tew laff, to haw! tew throw up his hat, and sing halleluger. Man was made tew praze God, and he can't dew it by mourning. Awl the mourning there iz in this wurld was introduced bi man; man warnt made tew mourn any more than he was made to crawl. Tharfore i sa tew awl men and women, stop crying and go tew laffing, you will last longer, and git fatter, and stand just as good a chanse tew git tew heaven with a smile on your countenance as yu will with yure face leaking at every pore.—Josh BillingsJosh Billing's Prayer."From a wife who don'tluv us, from fluky mutton,and tite butes, and fromfolks who won't laff, goodLord deliver us."Parent Cats Admiring Their Kitten.

Cole's Comic Advertiser(Or Fun Doctor's Assistant)

Laughter as a Medicine.

"The physician tells us of the physical benefits of laughing. There is not the remotest corner or little inlet of the minute blood-vessels of the human body that does not feel some wavelet from the convulsion occasioned by good hearty laughter. The life principle, or the central man, is shaken to the innermost depths, sending new tided of life and strength to the surface, thus materially tending to insure good health to persons who indulge therein. The blood moves more rapidly, and conveys a different impression to all the organs of the body, as it visits them on that particular mystic journey when the man is laughing, from what it does at other times. For this reason every good, hearty laugh in which a person indulges lengthens his life, conveying as it does a new and distinct stimulus to the vital forces."

"Fun is worth more thanphysic, and whoeverinvents or discovers a newsupply deserves the nameof public benefactor."

Man Made to Laugh, not to Morn.

Man warnt made tew mourn, man waz made tew laff. He iz the onla creeter or thing that God made tew laff out loud. It iz true he knows how to mourn, do duz animills know how, the birds kan tell their sorrows, and the flowers kan hang their pretty heds. Man was made tew smile, tew laff, to haw! tew throw up his hat, and sing halleluger. Man was made tew praze God, and he can't dew it by mourning. Awl the mourning there iz in this wurld was introduced bi man; man warnt made tew mourn any more than he was made to crawl. Tharfore i sa tew awl men and women, stop crying and go tew laffing, you will last longer, and git fatter, and stand just as good a chanse tew git tew heaven with a smile on your countenance as yu will with yure face leaking at every pore.—Josh Billings

Josh Billing's Prayer."From a wife who don'tluv us, from fluky mutton,and tite butes, and fromfolks who won't laff, goodLord deliver us."

"From a wife who don'tluv us, from fluky mutton,and tite butes, and fromfolks who won't laff, goodLord deliver us."

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Testimonials to the astonishing Curing Power of Cole's Fun Doctor.The Tall King Bird.

Testimonials to the astonishing Curing Power of Cole's Fun Doctor.

Couple, Before and After.

Most Astonishing Cure of the AgeDear Sir—Many years ago it was my misfortune to be jilted in love by a cruel-hearted woman. I pined away, and fell into a bad state of health, and was advised by my friends to take some physic. I never took a single dose except somebody told me that it was exactly what I wanted to make me well—but it all did me no good. I only got worse until I came across the right thing, which I will presently describe. I find, in looking over my paid bills, the following are the kinds and quantities of physic I have used during my illness:— Holloway's Pills, 227 boxes; Cockle's Pills, 121 boxes, Beecham's Pills, 80 boxes; Parr's Life Pills, 76 boxes, Blue Pills, 849 boxes. One friend advised me to give up Pills and take some good old-fashioned physic. I took of Jalap, 37 pounds; Caster Oil; 180 bottles, Salts and Senna, 800 doses; Rhubarb and Magnesia, 300 doses; Brimstone and Treacle, 800 doses—but this did me no good. Another friend advised me to take some world-fames patent medicines, so I took of Eno's Fruit Salt 190 bottles, Warner's Safe Cure, 200 bottles; Townsend's Sarsaparilla, 120 bottles; Hop Bitters, 180 bottles; Dandelion Ale, two hogsheads. I took Hayter's Nerve Tonic, Hayter's Blood purifier, Hayter's Invigorator, and Hayter's Pick-Me-Up, of each 100 bottles; and Wolfe's Schnapps, 630 bottles— but I felt no better. Another friend came along, and said for my complaint it was no use taking medicines internally, and I must use the "Rub On Remedies," so I rubbed on Holloway's Ointment, 241 boxes; Davis's Pain Killer, 70 bottles; Moulton's Pain Paint, 60 bottles; St. Jacob's oil, Weston's Wizard Oil, and Croton Oil, of each 100 bottles: and of Eucalyptus Oil, 900 quart bottles—but I felt no better. Another friend advised the Herb Cure, so I took strong decoctions of Chamomile, Pennyroyal, Peppermint, Rue, Tansy, Quassia, Horehound, Wormwood, Aconite, Belladonna, Hemlock, Nux Vomica, Lungwort, Liverwort, Moonwort, Sneezewort, and Snakeweed—altogether I took about 1700 quarts of these horrid decoctions—but I felt no better. Another friend told me my stomach was out of order, and required cleansing, so I took of Ipecacuanha Wine 139 quarts—but this did not cure me. Another friend said all diseases come from insects, and I had insects in me, and must take special medicine for them, so I took of Keating's insecticide 730 packets—but got no better. Another friend advised me to try Homoeopathy. I took 111 tubes of pilules and 80 bottles of tinctures—but they did me no good. Another friend advised me to try the water cure. I took cold baths, warm baths, tepid baths, and Turkish baths in hundreds, and drank about twenty hogsheads of mineral waters—but it did me no good. Another friend advised the Acid Cure, so I took Acetic Acid, Muriatic Acid, Nitric Acid, Sulphuric Acid, Oxalic Acid, and Prussic Acid, of each about twenty quarts—but got no better. Another friend advised Soothing Medicines, so I took over 400 of Steedman's Soothing powders, and 130 bottles of Mother Winslow's Soothing Syrup—but I was still irritable and nervous. My last course of medicine consisted of Steel Drops, Balm of Gilead, Turpentine, Chloroform, Cod Liver Oil, Assafoetida, Spanish Flies, and Cayenne Pepper—about fifteen pounds of each—but it all did me no good. I simply got worse and worse, and was reduced to a mere shadow of skin and bone, but, as luck would have it, another friend came along—a true friend this time—and suggested Cole's FUN DOCTOR. I got it, and was well and stout in a Week, at a cost of 1s 6d.Sworn at Temple Court, and Signed in Everlasting Gratitude,Government House, MelbourneJOHN SMITHBachelor, Before and After.

Most Astonishing Cure of the Age

Dear Sir—Many years ago it was my misfortune to be jilted in love by a cruel-hearted woman. I pined away, and fell into a bad state of health, and was advised by my friends to take some physic. I never took a single dose except somebody told me that it was exactly what I wanted to make me well—but it all did me no good. I only got worse until I came across the right thing, which I will presently describe. I find, in looking over my paid bills, the following are the kinds and quantities of physic I have used during my illness:— Holloway's Pills, 227 boxes; Cockle's Pills, 121 boxes, Beecham's Pills, 80 boxes; Parr's Life Pills, 76 boxes, Blue Pills, 849 boxes. One friend advised me to give up Pills and take some good old-fashioned physic. I took of Jalap, 37 pounds; Caster Oil; 180 bottles, Salts and Senna, 800 doses; Rhubarb and Magnesia, 300 doses; Brimstone and Treacle, 800 doses—but this did me no good. Another friend advised me to take some world-fames patent medicines, so I took of Eno's Fruit Salt 190 bottles, Warner's Safe Cure, 200 bottles; Townsend's Sarsaparilla, 120 bottles; Hop Bitters, 180 bottles; Dandelion Ale, two hogsheads. I took Hayter's Nerve Tonic, Hayter's Blood purifier, Hayter's Invigorator, and Hayter's Pick-Me-Up, of each 100 bottles; and Wolfe's Schnapps, 630 bottles— but I felt no better. Another friend came along, and said for my complaint it was no use taking medicines internally, and I must use the "Rub On Remedies," so I rubbed on Holloway's Ointment, 241 boxes; Davis's Pain Killer, 70 bottles; Moulton's Pain Paint, 60 bottles; St. Jacob's oil, Weston's Wizard Oil, and Croton Oil, of each 100 bottles: and of Eucalyptus Oil, 900 quart bottles—but I felt no better. Another friend advised the Herb Cure, so I took strong decoctions of Chamomile, Pennyroyal, Peppermint, Rue, Tansy, Quassia, Horehound, Wormwood, Aconite, Belladonna, Hemlock, Nux Vomica, Lungwort, Liverwort, Moonwort, Sneezewort, and Snakeweed—altogether I took about 1700 quarts of these horrid decoctions—but I felt no better. Another friend told me my stomach was out of order, and required cleansing, so I took of Ipecacuanha Wine 139 quarts—but this did not cure me. Another friend said all diseases come from insects, and I had insects in me, and must take special medicine for them, so I took of Keating's insecticide 730 packets—but got no better. Another friend advised me to try Homoeopathy. I took 111 tubes of pilules and 80 bottles of tinctures—but they did me no good. Another friend advised me to try the water cure. I took cold baths, warm baths, tepid baths, and Turkish baths in hundreds, and drank about twenty hogsheads of mineral waters—but it did me no good. Another friend advised the Acid Cure, so I took Acetic Acid, Muriatic Acid, Nitric Acid, Sulphuric Acid, Oxalic Acid, and Prussic Acid, of each about twenty quarts—but got no better. Another friend advised Soothing Medicines, so I took over 400 of Steedman's Soothing powders, and 130 bottles of Mother Winslow's Soothing Syrup—but I was still irritable and nervous. My last course of medicine consisted of Steel Drops, Balm of Gilead, Turpentine, Chloroform, Cod Liver Oil, Assafoetida, Spanish Flies, and Cayenne Pepper—about fifteen pounds of each—but it all did me no good. I simply got worse and worse, and was reduced to a mere shadow of skin and bone, but, as luck would have it, another friend came along—a true friend this time—and suggested Cole's FUN DOCTOR. I got it, and was well and stout in a Week, at a cost of 1s 6d.

Sworn at Temple Court, and Signed in Everlasting Gratitude,Government House, MelbourneJOHN SMITH

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Vocal Solo.

A man on a train was heard to groan so frightfully that the passengers took pity on him, and one of them gave him a drink out of a whisky flask. "Do you feel better?" asked the giver. "I do," said he who had groaned. "What ailed you anyway?" "Ailed me?" "Yes; what made you groan so?" "Groan! Great Land o'Goshen! I was singing!" The generous man will never quite cease to regret the loss of that drink of whisky.Instrumental Solo.

Trio.

Duet.

Quartette.

Cole's Book Arcade. Cole's Book Arcade,it is in Melbourne town,Of all the book stores in this land,it has the most renown.Full Band and Choir.

TUNE: All the Tunes there are mixed.

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Going To Cole's Book Arcade, MelbournePersian Cat on a Penny-Farthing Bicycle.

Going To Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne

All the way from Persia on this bicycle.Children in a Boat.

Why are these two nice children like thousands of knowledge-lovingindividuals? Because they frequently visit Cole's Book Arcade.Boy on a Bicycle.

Guess where this young gentleman is going?To Cole's book arcade. Right. You're a Witch.

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Frogs going to Cole's Book Arcade.

Long-Legged Man Jumping Over a Cat.

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The Sea-Serpent as a CarrierThe world-renowned sea-serpent has been specially chartered to bring a fresh supply of books every week from England to Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne; and also to show upon the coils of his body 2000 rainbows, being so many copies of that establishment. The sea-serpent, upon being communicated with, demanded a heavy price for his services, but Mr. Cole agreed to his terms, as he considered that 2000 of his rainbow signs travelling round the world on the sides of the famous sea-serpent would be a good advertisement for the Book Arcade.The Sea-Serpent carrying a load of books.

The Sea-Serpent as a Carrier

The world-renowned sea-serpent has been specially chartered to bring a fresh supply of books every week from England to Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne; and also to show upon the coils of his body 2000 rainbows, being so many copies of that establishment. The sea-serpent, upon being communicated with, demanded a heavy price for his services, but Mr. Cole agreed to his terms, as he considered that 2000 of his rainbow signs travelling round the world on the sides of the famous sea-serpent would be a good advertisement for the Book Arcade.

True History of the Great Sea SerpentJohn Smith, the sea-serpent, was born in a swamp near Sydney, about 5000 years ago. He was hatched by a female Bunyip from an immense three cornered egg, which is supposed to have fallen out of the moon, and he is the only sea-serpent that ever existed. He never had relations, and is the only being in the world of whom the verse is true. He never had a father. He never had a mother. He never had a sister. He never had a brother. He also never had a wife. He is of a very shy disposition, and many fascinating mermaids have made love to him, and practiced all their well-known wiles upon him—but in vain: he is a bachelor still. Like some other animals mentioned in history, he thinks and talks like a man. He is exceedingly intelligent, and seems to have as much sense as 20,000 ordinary men or 21,000 women. He can sing with a voice of tremendous compass, from the sweet piping of a nightingale down to far below the deepest tones of the largest organ, or the noise made by discharges of artillery. Sometimes when he sings it shakes the ground for miles around, and if at sea causes a storm. His favourite songs are "A Life on the Ocean Wave," "What are the Wild Waves Saying," "Down by the Deep Sad Sea," and such like. He plays all the musical instruments in the world. His whistle can be heard a distance of 100 miles, his shout 50 miles, and his whisper 10 miles. Of course, in an active life of 5000 years, a life almost as long as some Hindoo patriarchs, he has seen and heard, and done, many astonishing things. He relates that he once rescued a travelling menagerie at sea, he swallowed the whole lot of animals, and the woman in charge of them, let them roam about inside of him and enjoy themselves, and then landed them safely on dry land at the end of 48 hours. He says that he was in Arabia, and saw that remarkable occurrence of the moon coming down and going into Mahomet's sleeves, and there and then he objected to the whole proceeding. The sea-serpent is 15 miles long and 50 feet in diameter, his skin is of a horny nature, but harder than steel, and about 5 feet thick. He travels at the rate of 200 miles per hour, and can carry 120 times as much as the "Great Eastern." If he was coming up to the Queen's Wharf, Melbourne, when his head was at the wharf, his body would reach right down the River Yarra out in the Bay past Williamstown, and the Traffic would have to be stopped in the river whilst he was unloading. The sea-serpent is rather a large eater. Since he reached full growth, namely, for the last 4000 years, he has swallowed a whole whale every morning for breakfast except once. The reason of his going without his breakfast that once is explained in the following manner:—The reader will remember the account of Jonah and the Whale in the Talmud. It states that when Jonah was in the whale's belly, it went out of the Mediterranean right around Africa into the Red Sea, and that Jonah looked out through the eyes of the whale and saw the place where the children of Israel crossed the Red Sea. The sea-serpent states that he can corroborate this piece of history, as he happened to be after that very whale for breakfast when he saw Jonah looking out through its eyes. He says he did not swallow that whale, as he had found that the whales which he had previously swallowed with prophets inside of them did not agree with him, and consequently he had to go that morning without his breakfast, the first time in 4000 years. Those who want any further information about the famous sea-serpent can acquire it at Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne, or come and interview and question the sea-serpent himself when he arrives.P.S.—Some people don't believe in the existence of the sea-serpent, but if he did not exist how could we have got his likeness and his history? That's a question for the unbelievers to answer.

True History of the Great Sea Serpent

John Smith, the sea-serpent, was born in a swamp near Sydney, about 5000 years ago. He was hatched by a female Bunyip from an immense three cornered egg, which is supposed to have fallen out of the moon, and he is the only sea-serpent that ever existed. He never had relations, and is the only being in the world of whom the verse is true. He never had a father. He never had a mother. He never had a sister. He never had a brother. He also never had a wife. He is of a very shy disposition, and many fascinating mermaids have made love to him, and practiced all their well-known wiles upon him—but in vain: he is a bachelor still. Like some other animals mentioned in history, he thinks and talks like a man. He is exceedingly intelligent, and seems to have as much sense as 20,000 ordinary men or 21,000 women. He can sing with a voice of tremendous compass, from the sweet piping of a nightingale down to far below the deepest tones of the largest organ, or the noise made by discharges of artillery. Sometimes when he sings it shakes the ground for miles around, and if at sea causes a storm. His favourite songs are "A Life on the Ocean Wave," "What are the Wild Waves Saying," "Down by the Deep Sad Sea," and such like. He plays all the musical instruments in the world. His whistle can be heard a distance of 100 miles, his shout 50 miles, and his whisper 10 miles. Of course, in an active life of 5000 years, a life almost as long as some Hindoo patriarchs, he has seen and heard, and done, many astonishing things. He relates that he once rescued a travelling menagerie at sea, he swallowed the whole lot of animals, and the woman in charge of them, let them roam about inside of him and enjoy themselves, and then landed them safely on dry land at the end of 48 hours. He says that he was in Arabia, and saw that remarkable occurrence of the moon coming down and going into Mahomet's sleeves, and there and then he objected to the whole proceeding. The sea-serpent is 15 miles long and 50 feet in diameter, his skin is of a horny nature, but harder than steel, and about 5 feet thick. He travels at the rate of 200 miles per hour, and can carry 120 times as much as the "Great Eastern." If he was coming up to the Queen's Wharf, Melbourne, when his head was at the wharf, his body would reach right down the River Yarra out in the Bay past Williamstown, and the Traffic would have to be stopped in the river whilst he was unloading. The sea-serpent is rather a large eater. Since he reached full growth, namely, for the last 4000 years, he has swallowed a whole whale every morning for breakfast except once. The reason of his going without his breakfast that once is explained in the following manner:—

The reader will remember the account of Jonah and the Whale in the Talmud. It states that when Jonah was in the whale's belly, it went out of the Mediterranean right around Africa into the Red Sea, and that Jonah looked out through the eyes of the whale and saw the place where the children of Israel crossed the Red Sea. The sea-serpent states that he can corroborate this piece of history, as he happened to be after that very whale for breakfast when he saw Jonah looking out through its eyes. He says he did not swallow that whale, as he had found that the whales which he had previously swallowed with prophets inside of them did not agree with him, and consequently he had to go that morning without his breakfast, the first time in 4000 years. Those who want any further information about the famous sea-serpent can acquire it at Cole's Book Arcade, Melbourne, or come and interview and question the sea-serpent himself when he arrives.

P.S.—Some people don't believe in the existence of the sea-serpent, but if he did not exist how could we have got his likeness and his history? That's a question for the unbelievers to answer.

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Servant Girl.

A Servant Girl dressed in four absurdities of fashion—a Tight Corset, Tight High-heeled Boots, a Bustle Improver, and Fifteen-button Gloves.She appears very conceited, but with her tight-lacing must feel very uncomfortable and unwell, and wall sensible people must feel that she is very silly, and with her absurd boots her feet must pain her almost as much as the Chinese woman's shown above [right] pained her when first compressed.Various Fashions.

She appears very conceited, but with her tight-lacing must feel very uncomfortable and unwell, and wall sensible people must feel that she is very silly, and with her absurd boots her feet must pain her almost as much as the Chinese woman's shown above [right] pained her when first compressed.

European Woman with her Waist Fashionably Tightened to 15 inches. Chinese Woman with her Feet Fashionably Compressed to 3 inches. Long-Nailed Fashion of an Annamese Noble, and a Marquesian Chief. Chinese Ladies' Fashionable Pinched Feet and Shoes, shewing also deplorable foolishness in China.Various Shoes.

Old English Fashions, showing our ancestors were as foolish as we are.Ancient Greek Youth.

Costume of an Ancient Greek Youth, very easy, elegant and suitable for a Lady's Reform Dress. This is a much more sensible dress than the one opposite it [servant girl] and the two below it—look at them.Lady in Crinoline at narrow Pedestrian gap in Fence.

Crinoline, 1859.The Dog has got through all right,but how will the lady manage.

Three Ladies in Crinoline and a Coach.

Crinoline, 1859.Coach licensed to carry four. The coachman and thehorse are both wondering how it can be done.

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Persian Lady in Out-door Costume.

French Costume.

Costume, beginning of the 19th century.

A German Crinoline Frame.

Indians of the Rio Colorado.

Roumanian Costume.

An English and French Costume.

A North American Indian Maiden.

Reformed American Costume.

The Gorget Costume.

Turkish Out-door Costume.

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Ancient English Costume.

British Lady and Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughter.

A British Lady and the Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughterat the Queen's First Drawing Room, Buckingham Palace, 1893.The Chinese ladies are dressed more rationally, but the have such fashionably small feet that they have to lean against the table to enable them to stand with safety. The European lady and the Asiatic ladies are each alike martyrs to foolish fashion, one with the waist and the other with the feet.Old Alsatian Costume.

A British Lady and the Chinese Ambassador's Wife and Daughterat the Queen's First Drawing Room, Buckingham Palace, 1893.

The Chinese ladies are dressed more rationally, but the have such fashionably small feet that they have to lean against the table to enable them to stand with safety. The European lady and the Asiatic ladies are each alike martyrs to foolish fashion, one with the waist and the other with the feet.

Bad kind of dress to run, and jump, and play in.

Too much material in the train and too little on the shoulders.

"Mother, do put on a shawl, please, before you go down.""Why, Sonnie?""Oh, because some one's is sure to see you if you go down like that!"

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Physical Exercise Costume.

Jewess of Tunis.

Reform Costume.

A Reform Dress for Travelling.

Bloomer Costume.

An Afghan Lady.

Syrian Costume.

Mountain Climbing Costume.

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Maharajah of Jodhpore.

Japanese Court Dress.

Chinese laborer.

Gentleman.

King Munza.

An Ancient Fop.

Ashamed to show his face. A fewfrivolous fops and other foolishmen still wear corsets.

English Costume.

Canadian Indian.

Zulu Kaffir.

Kaffir.

Mandan Chief.

A gentleman.

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Boy's First smoke.

Boy's First Smoke.Enjoying the Tobacco Poison.

Shortly Afterwards.

Shortly Afterwards.Suffering from the Tobacco Poison.

A Youth stunted, wasted and wasting by CigaretteSmoking.

A Youth stunted,wasted and wasting byCigarette Smoking.

Twin Brothers.

Twin Brothers.

Brother who Smoked,thereby destroying his VitalOrgans, his Good Looks, andStunting his Body.

Brother who Didn't Smoke,and therefore grewGood-Looking, Big, Healthyand Strong.

Multitudes of Employers, both in England and America, willnot employ Boy Smokers, and publicly announce the same.

Boy Smokers Seeking Employment.[From the "Social Gazette," also from the "Australian War Cry."]

The following statements show some of the large establishments that areclosed against cigarette smokers in America:—"Swift & Co. (Packing House, Chicago), and other Chicago businesshouses, employing hundreds of boys, have issued this announcement,or similar ones—So impressed with the danger of Cigarette usingthat we do not employ a Cigarette user.Marshall Field, the Mammoth Universal Provider, gave similarnotice.

"Swift & Co. (Packing House, Chicago), and other Chicago businesshouses, employing hundreds of boys, have issued this announcement,or similar ones—So impressed with the danger of Cigarette usingthat we do not employ a Cigarette user.Marshall Field, the Mammoth Universal Provider, gave similarnotice.

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Montgomery, Ward and Co., the universal providers, say, "We willnot employ cigarette users.""Morgan and Wright Tyre company, large employers, announce, "Nocigarettes can be smoked by our employees.""At John Wanamakers.—The application blank to be filled out byboys applying for a position reads: 'Do you use tobacco orcigarettes?' A negative answer is expected, and is favourable totheir acceptance as employes.""Heath and Milligan, Chicago, bar cigarette users.""Carson, Pirie and Scott, Chicago, bar cigarette smokers asemployes."Ayer's Sarsparilla Company, Lovell, employs hundreds of boys.—"March 1, 1902—Believing that the smoking of cigarettes isinjurious to both mind and body, thereby unfitting young men fortheir best work—therefore after this date we will not employ anyyoung man under twenty-one years of age who smokes cigarettes.""I've got a boy for you, sir." Glad of it; who is he?" asked themaster workman of a large establishment. The man told the boy'sname and where he lived. "Don't want him," said the master workman,"he has got a bad mark." "A bad mark, sir; what?" "I meet him everyday with a cigar in his mouth; I don't want smokers!""The Lehigh Valley Railroad bars cigarette smokers.""The Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific Railroad bars cigarettesmoking.""The New York, New Haven, and Hartford Railroad bars employes whosmoke cigarettes.""The Central Railroad, Georgia, forbids cigarette smoking.""The Union Pacific Railroad forbids cigarette smoking."The following is a public notice: "The Western Union TelegraphCompany will discharge from their messenger service boys whopersist in smoking cigarettes."A Telephone Company.—Order: "You are directed to serve noticethat the use of cigarettes after August 1 will be prohibited; andyou are further instructed to, in the future, refuse to employanyone who is addicted to the habit."—Leland Hume, AssistantGeneral Manager of the Cumberland Telephone and Telegraph Company."In the United States Weather Bureau.—'Chief of United StatesWeather Bureau, Willis M. Moore, has placed the ban on cigarettesin this department of Government service'."Smoking Does Some Good, but More EvilSmoking soothes and comforts millions of the worried and the weary, and brings much pleasure to the habitual smoker, but it always more or less injures the health of the smoker and sometimes kills him. The vast majority of the medical fraternity condemn smoking, especially by the young.Smoking injures multitudes of boys in many respects.Smoking often leads to boys into bad company.Smoking often makes them precocious, undutiful, impudent and callous.Smoking often ruins the health.Smoking generally stunts their growth.Smoking generally sallows their complexion.Smoking often leads them to lying.Smoking often leads them to stealing.Smoking often leads them to drinking.Smoking degenerates the boy physically, mentally, and morally.Smokers cannot excel in athletic sports, such as boating, cricket, cycling.Smokers are always at the bottom of the class in school and college, and backward at all kinds of study.Excessive smoking causes mental and physical laziness in boys and men.The following organs, fluids, functions, etc., of the body, especially of the young, are frequently more or less affected by the use of tobacco:—The blood, the heart, the nerves, the brain, the liver, the lungs, the stomach, the throat, the saliva, the taste, the voice, the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mouth, the tongue, the palate, the pancreas, the lips, the teeth, the bones, the skin.Medical men and observing experts affirm many diseases are caused or accelerated by the use of tobacco, among which are the following:— Heart disease, consumption, cancer, ulceration, asthma, bronchitis, neuralgia, paralysis, palsy, apoplexy, indigestion, dysentery, diarrhoea, constipation, sleeplessness, melancholia, delirium tremens, insanity.Smoking frequently leads to prolonged suffering.Smoking often destroys the appetite.Smoking sometimes weakens the will power.Smoking sometimes leads to loss of memory.Smoking often leads to despondency.Smoking sometimes leads to suicide.Smoking frequently leads to loss—loss by bad health and waste of valuable time—direct loss in money required for other purposes, and immense loss through reckless, thoughtless, or unfortunate smokers being the cause of partial or total destruction by fire of buildings, ships, factories, homesteads, crops, stores, and property of many kinds; also loss of life and property by explosions in mines, explosive factories, powder magazines, explosive stores, etc.Tobacco using is an unclean habit, and offensive habit, an enslaving habit, often it is an intensely selfish habit.Tobacco fumes, especially in small and poorly-ventilated houses or rooms, injure or destroy the health of multitudes of wives, and injure the health of multitudes of infants and children.Tobacco using injures the unborn child by giving it a puny body and an imperfect start in life.Tobacco using is fast degenerating the race.A third of the recruits for the Army are disqualified through smoking.The following Governments have passes laws against juvenile smoking: Germany, Switzerland, Norway, Japan, Canada, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, British Columbia, the North West Territories, Cape Colony, New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia, Tasmania, and about 48 of the States and Territories out of 53; and so terrible and deplorable an effect has juvenile smoking upon the race that most other Governments are considering the advisability of passing laws against it.The insidious influence of cigarette smoking by boys is shown in these examples of handwriting, taken from a London Country Council health report. The first was written by a boy when he was a victim of the habit; the second is the same boy's writing when he had given it up, ten months later.Handwriting Samples.

"Morgan and Wright Tyre company, large employers, announce, "Nocigarettes can be smoked by our employees."

"At John Wanamakers.—The application blank to be filled out byboys applying for a position reads: 'Do you use tobacco orcigarettes?' A negative answer is expected, and is favourable totheir acceptance as employes."

"Heath and Milligan, Chicago, bar cigarette users."

"Carson, Pirie and Scott, Chicago, bar cigarette smokers asemployes."

Ayer's Sarsparilla Company, Lovell, employs hundreds of boys.—"March 1, 1902—Believing that the smoking of cigarettes isinjurious to both mind and body, thereby unfitting young men fortheir best work—therefore after this date we will not employ anyyoung man under twenty-one years of age who smokes cigarettes."

"I've got a boy for you, sir." Glad of it; who is he?" asked themaster workman of a large establishment. The man told the boy'sname and where he lived. "Don't want him," said the master workman,"he has got a bad mark." "A bad mark, sir; what?" "I meet him everyday with a cigar in his mouth; I don't want smokers!"

"The Lehigh Valley Railroad bars cigarette smokers."

"The Chicago, Rock Island, and Pacific Railroad bars cigarettesmoking."

"The New York, New Haven, and Hartford Railroad bars employes whosmoke cigarettes."

"The Central Railroad, Georgia, forbids cigarette smoking."

"The Union Pacific Railroad forbids cigarette smoking."

The following is a public notice: "The Western Union TelegraphCompany will discharge from their messenger service boys whopersist in smoking cigarettes."

A Telephone Company.—Order: "You are directed to serve noticethat the use of cigarettes after August 1 will be prohibited; andyou are further instructed to, in the future, refuse to employanyone who is addicted to the habit."—Leland Hume, AssistantGeneral Manager of the Cumberland Telephone and Telegraph Company.

"In the United States Weather Bureau.—'Chief of United StatesWeather Bureau, Willis M. Moore, has placed the ban on cigarettesin this department of Government service'."

Smoking Does Some Good, but More Evil

Smoking soothes and comforts millions of the worried and the weary, and brings much pleasure to the habitual smoker, but it always more or less injures the health of the smoker and sometimes kills him. The vast majority of the medical fraternity condemn smoking, especially by the young.

Smoking injures multitudes of boys in many respects.Smoking often leads to boys into bad company.Smoking often makes them precocious, undutiful, impudent and callous.Smoking often ruins the health.Smoking generally stunts their growth.Smoking generally sallows their complexion.Smoking often leads them to lying.Smoking often leads them to stealing.Smoking often leads them to drinking.Smoking degenerates the boy physically, mentally, and morally.Smokers cannot excel in athletic sports, such as boating, cricket, cycling.Smokers are always at the bottom of the class in school and college, and backward at all kinds of study.Excessive smoking causes mental and physical laziness in boys and men.

The following organs, fluids, functions, etc., of the body, especially of the young, are frequently more or less affected by the use of tobacco:—The blood, the heart, the nerves, the brain, the liver, the lungs, the stomach, the throat, the saliva, the taste, the voice, the eyes, the ears, the nose, the mouth, the tongue, the palate, the pancreas, the lips, the teeth, the bones, the skin.

Medical men and observing experts affirm many diseases are caused or accelerated by the use of tobacco, among which are the following:— Heart disease, consumption, cancer, ulceration, asthma, bronchitis, neuralgia, paralysis, palsy, apoplexy, indigestion, dysentery, diarrhoea, constipation, sleeplessness, melancholia, delirium tremens, insanity.

Smoking frequently leads to prolonged suffering.Smoking often destroys the appetite.Smoking sometimes weakens the will power.Smoking sometimes leads to loss of memory.Smoking often leads to despondency.Smoking sometimes leads to suicide.Smoking frequently leads to loss—loss by bad health and waste of valuable time—direct loss in money required for other purposes, and immense loss through reckless, thoughtless, or unfortunate smokers being the cause of partial or total destruction by fire of buildings, ships, factories, homesteads, crops, stores, and property of many kinds; also loss of life and property by explosions in mines, explosive factories, powder magazines, explosive stores, etc.

Tobacco using is an unclean habit, and offensive habit, an enslaving habit, often it is an intensely selfish habit.Tobacco fumes, especially in small and poorly-ventilated houses or rooms, injure or destroy the health of multitudes of wives, and injure the health of multitudes of infants and children.Tobacco using injures the unborn child by giving it a puny body and an imperfect start in life.Tobacco using is fast degenerating the race.

A third of the recruits for the Army are disqualified through smoking.

The following Governments have passes laws against juvenile smoking: Germany, Switzerland, Norway, Japan, Canada, Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island, British Columbia, the North West Territories, Cape Colony, New South Wales, Victoria, South Australia, Tasmania, and about 48 of the States and Territories out of 53; and so terrible and deplorable an effect has juvenile smoking upon the race that most other Governments are considering the advisability of passing laws against it.

The insidious influence of cigarette smoking by boys is shown in these examples of handwriting, taken from a London Country Council health report. The first was written by a boy when he was a victim of the habit; the second is the same boy's writing when he had given it up, ten months later.

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