"See now," cried the Spaniard, "stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?""See now," cried the Spaniard, "stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?"Page 110.
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"I'm watching for the procession. Then I shall go to church with Mamma. Look! That way we shall see it come; these two mirrors reflect everything up and down the street."
"Are you dressed for church?" asked Lucy. "You have no hat on."
"Where does your grace come from not to know that a mantilla is what is fit for church? Mamma is being dressed in her black silk and her black mantilla."
"And your shoes?"
"I could not wear great, coarse, hard shoes," said the little Doña Iñes; "it would spoil my feet. Ah! I shall have time to show the Senorita what I can do. Can your grace dance?"
"I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas party," said Lucy, with great dignity.
"See now," cried the Spaniard; "stand there. Ah! have you no castanets?" and she quickly took out two very small ivory shells or bowls, each pair fastened together by a loop, through which she passed her thumb so that the littlespoons hung on her palm, and she could snap them together with her fingers.
Then she began to dance round Lucy in the most graceful swimming way, now rising, now falling, and cracking her castanets together at intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her limbs seemed like a wooden doll's compared with the suppleness and ease of Iñes. She made sharp corners and angles, where the Spaniard floated so like a sea-bird that it was like seeing her fly or float rather than merely dance, till at last the very watching her rendered Lucy drowsy and dizzy, and as the church bells began to ring, and the chant of the procession to sound, she lost all sense of being in sunny Malaga, the home of grapes.
"What are you about, little boy?""What are you about, little boy?"Page 114.
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Therewas a great murmur and buzz of learning lessons; rows upon rows of little boys were sitting before desks, studying; very few heads looked up as Lucy found herself walking round the room—a large clean room, with maps hanging on the walls, but hot and weary-feeling, because there were no windows open and so little fresh air.
"What are you about, little boy?" she asked.
"I am learning my verb," he said; "moneo,mones,monet."
Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another desk. "And what are you doing?"
"I am writing my analysis."
Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so she went a little further. "What are you doing here?" she said timidly, for these were somewhat bigger boys.
"We are drawing up an essay on the individuality of self."
That was enough to frighten any one away, and Lucy betook herself to some quite little boys, with fat rosy faces and light hair. "Are you busy, too?" she said.
"Oh yes; we are learning the chief cities of the Fatherland."
Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who could not get either the dog, or the bird, or the bee, to play with him.
"When do you play?" she asked.
"We have an hour's interval after dinner, and another at supper-time, but then we prepare our work for the morrow," said one of the boys, looking up well satisfied.
"Work! work! Are you always at work?"exclaimed Lucy; "I only learn from nine to half-past twelve, and half an hour to get my lessons in the afternoon."
"You are a maiden," said the little boy with civil superiority; "your brothers learn more hours."
"More; yes, but not so many as you do. They play from twelve till half-past two, and have two half-holidays in the week."
"So, you are not industrious. We are. That is the reason why we can all act together, and think together, so much better than any others; and we all stand as one irresistible power, the United Germany."
Lucy gave a little gasp! it was all so very wise.
"May I see your sisters?" she said.
The little sisters, Gretchens and Kätchens were learning away almost as hard as the Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy thought a better time of it. One of them was helping in the kitchen, and anotherin the ironing; but then they had their books and their music, and in the evening all the families came out into the pleasure gardens, and had little tables with coffee before them, and the mammas knitted, and the papas smoked, and the young ladies listened to the band. On the whole, Lucy thought she should not mind living in Germany, if they would not do so many lessons.
"AndUncle Joe is in France, where the fathers and brothers of those little Prussian boys have been fighting. Suppose and suppose I could see it."
There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air and a sharp rattling noise besides; a strange, damp, unwholesome smell too, mixed with that of gunpowder; and when Lucy looked up, she found herself down some steps in a dark, dull, vaulted-looking place, lined with stone, however, and open to the street above. A little lamp was burning in a corner, piles of straw and bitsof furniture were lying about, and upon one of the bundles of straw sat a little rough-haired girl.
"Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to take shelter from the shells?""Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning. Are you come here to take shelter from the shells?"Page 123.
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"Ah! Mademoiselle, good morning," she said. "Are you come here to take shelter from the shells? The battery is firing now; I do not think Mamma will come home till it slackens a little. She is gone to the distribution of meat, to get a piece of horse for my brother, who is weak after his wounds. I wish I could offer you something, but we have nothing but water, and it is not even sugared."
"Do you live down here?" asked Lucy, looking round at the dreary place with wonder.
"Not always. We used to have a pretty little house up over, but the cruel shells came crashing in, and flew into pieces, tearing everything to splinters, and we are only safe from them down here. Ah, if I could only have shown you Mamma's pretty room! but there is a great hole in the floor now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down, and the table broken."
"But why do you stay here?"
"Mamma and Emily say it is all the same. We are as safe in our cellar as we could be anywhere, and we should have to pay elsewhere."
"Then you cannot get out of Paris?"
"Oh no, while the Prussians are all round us, and shut us in. My brothers are all in the Garde Mobile, and, you see, so is my doll. Every one must be a soldier now. My dear Adolphe, hold yourself straight" (and there the doll certainly showed himself perfectly drilled and disciplined). "March—right foot forward—left foot forward." But in this movement, as may be well supposed, little Coralie had to help her recruit a good deal.
Lucy was surprised. "So you can play even in this dreadful place?" she said.
"Oh yes! What's the use of crying and wearying oneself? I do not mind as long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little Minette."
"Oh! what a pretty long-haired kitten! but how small and thin!"
"Yes, truly, the poor Minette! The cruel people ate her mother, and there is no milk—no milk, and my poor Minette is almost starved, though I give her bits of my bread and soup; but the bread is only bran and sawdust, and she likes it no more than I."
"Ate up her mother!"
"Yes. She was a superb Cyprus cat, all grey; but, alas I one day she took a walk in the street, and they caught her, and then indeed it was all over with her. I only hope Minette will not get out, but she is so lean that they would find little but bones and fur."
"Ah, how I wish I could take you and her home to Uncle Joe, and give you both good bread and milk! Take my hand, and shut your eyes, and we will suppose and suppose very hard, and, perhaps, you will come there with me. Paris is not so very far off."
"What can that be, coming at this time of day?""What can that be, coming at this time of day?"Page 126.
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No; supposing very hard did not bring poor little French Coralie home with Lucy; but something almost as wonderful happened. Just at the time in the afternoon, blind man's holiday, when Lucy had been used to ride off on her dream to visit some wonderful place, there came a knock at the front door; a quite real substantial English knock and ring, that did not sound at all like any of the strange noise of the strange worlds that she had lately been hearing, but had the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's own bell.
"Good morning. Where do you come from?""Good morning. Where do you come from?"Page 131.
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"Well," said Mrs. Bunker, "what can that be, coming at this time of day? It can neverbe the doctor coming home without sending orders! Don't you be running out, Miss Lucy; there'll be a draught of cold right in."
Lucy stood still; very anxious, and wondering whether she should see anything alive, or one of her visitors from various countries.
"There is a letter from Mr. Seaman," said a brisk young voice, that would have been very pleasant if it had not gone a little through the nose; and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into the full light a little boy, a year or two older than Lucy, holding out one hand as he saw her and taking off his hat with the other. "Good morning," he said, quite at his ease; "is this where you live?"
"Good morning," returned Lucy, though it was not morning at all; "where do you come from?"
"Well, I'm from Paris last; but when I'm at home, I'm at Boston. I am Leonidas Saunders, of the great American Republic."
"Oh, then you are not real, after all?"
"Real! I should hope I was a genuine article."
"Well, I was in hopes that you were real, only you say you come from a strange country, like the rest of them, and yet you look just like an English boy."
"Of course I do! my great grandfather came from England," said Leonidas; "we all speak English as well, or better, than you do in the old country."
"I can't understand it!" said Lucy; "did you come like other people, by the train, not like the children in my dreams?"
And then Leonidas explained all about it to her: how his father had brought him last year to Europe and had put him to school at Paris; but when the war broke out, and most of the stranger scholars were taken away, no orders came about him, because his father was a merchant and was away from home, so that no one ever knew whether the letters had reached him.
So Leonidas had gone on at school without many tasks to learn, to be sure, but not very comfortable: it was so cold, and there was no wood to burn; and he disliked eating horses and cats and rats, quite as much as Coralie did, though he was not in a part of the town where so many shells came in.
At last, when Lucy's uncle and some other good gentlemen with the red cross on their sleeves, obtained leave to go and take some relief to the poor sick people in the hospitals, the people Leonidas was with told them that he was a little American left behind. Mr. Seaman, which was Uncle Joe's name, went to see about him, and found that he had once known his father. So, after a great deal of trouble, it had been managed that the boy should be allowed to leave the town. He had been driven in an omnibus, he told Lucy, with some more Americans and English, and with flags with stars and stripes or else Union Jacks all over it; and whenever they came to a Frenchsentry, or afterwards to a Prussian, they were stopped till he called his corporal, who looked at their papers and let them go on. Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and given him the best dinner he had eaten for a long time, but as he was going to Blois to other hospitals, he could not keep the boy with him; so he had put him in charge of a friend who was going to London, to send him down to Mrs. Bunker.
Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over now, and she was to go home in a day or two; so the children were allowed to be together, and they enjoyed it very much. Lucy told about her dreams, and Leonidas had a good deal to tell of what he had really seen on his travels. They wished very much that they could both see one of these wonderful dreams together, only—what should it be?
Oh! such a din!Oh! such a din!Page 137.
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Whatshould it be? She thought of Arabs with their tents and horses, and Leonidas told her of Red Indians with their war-paint, and little Negroes dancing round the sugar-boiling, till her head began quite to swim and her ears to buzz; and all the children she had seen and she had not seen seemed to come round her, and join hands and dance. Oh, such a din! A little Highlander in his tartans stood on a whisky-barrel in the middle, making his bagpipes squeal away; a Chinese with a bald head and long pigtail beat a gong, and capered with asolemn face; a Norwegian herd-boy blew a monstrous bark cow-horn; an Indian juggler twisted snakes round his neck to the sound of the tom-tom; and Lucy found herself and Leonidas whirling round with a young Dutch planter between them, and an Indian with a crown of feathers upon the other side of her.
"Oh!" she seemed to herself to cry, "what are you doing? how do you all come here?"
"We are from all the nations who are friends and brethren," said the voices; "we all bring our stores: the sugar, rice, and cotton of the West; the silk and coffee and spices of the East; the tea of China; the furs of the North: it all is exchanged from one to the other, and should teach us to be all brethren, since we cannot thrive one without the other."
"It all comes to our country, because we are clever to work it up, and send it out to be used in its own homes," said the Highlander; "it is English and Scotch machines that weave your cottons, ay, and make your tools."
"No; it is America that beats you all," cried Leonidas; "what had you to do, but to sit down and starve, when we sent you no cotton?"
"If you send cotton, 'tis we that weave it," cried the Scot.
Lucy was almost afraid they would come to blows over which was the greatest and most skilful country. "It cannot be buying and selling that make nations love one another, and be peaceful," she thought. "Is it being learned and wise?"
"But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, and the French are clever and skilful, and yet they have that dreadful war: I wonder what it is that would make and keep all these countries friends!"
And then there came an echo back to little Lucy: "For out of Zion shall go forth the Law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people; and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spearsinto pruning-hooks: nations shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they war any more."
Yes; the more they learn and keep the law of the Lord, the less there will be of those wars. To heed the true law of the Lord will do more for peace and oneness than all the cleverness in book-learning, or all the skilful manufactures in the world.
FOOTNOTE:[1]See theNet, June 1, 1867.
[1]See theNet, June 1, 1867.
[1]See theNet, June 1, 1867.
BAILEY. LESSONS WITH PLANTS.Suggestions for Seeing and Interpreting Some of the Common Forms of Vegetation. By L. H. Bailey. 12mo. Illustrated. xxxi + 491 pages.
This volume is the outgrowth of "observation lessons." The book is based upon the idea that the proper way to begin the study of plants is by means of plants instead of formal ideals or definitions. Instead of a definition as a model telling what is to be seen, the plant shows what there is to be seen, and the definition follows.
BARNES. YANKEE SHIPS AND YANKEE SAILORS.Tales of 1812. By James Barnes. 12mo. Illustrated. xiii + 281 pages.
Fourteen spirited tales of the gallant defenders of theChesapeake, theWasp, theVixen,Old Ironsides, and other heroes of the Naval War of 1812.
BELLAMY. THE WONDER CHILDREN.By Charles J. Bellamy. 12mo. Illustrated.
Nine old-fashioned fairy stories in a modern setting.
BLACK. THE PRACTICE OF SELF-CULTURE.By Hugh Black. 12mo. vii + 262 pages.
Nine essays on culture considered in its broadest sense. The title is justified not so much from the point of view of giving many details for self-culture, as of giving an impulse to practice.
BONSAL. THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE.Extracts from the letters of Captain H. L. Herndon of the 21st U. S. Infantry, on duty in the Philippine Islands, and Lieutenant Lawrence Gill, A.D.C. to the Military Governor of Puerto Rico. With a postscript by J. Sherman, Private, Co. D, 21st Infantry. Edited by Stephen Bonsal. 12mo. xi + 316 pages.
These letters throw much light on our recent history. The story of our "Expansion" is well told, and the problems which are its outgrowth are treated with clearness and insight.
BUCK. BOY'S SELF-GOVERNING CLUBS.By Winifred Buck. 16mo. x + 218 pages.
The history of self-governing clubs, with directions for their organization and management. The author has had many years' experience as organizer and adviser of self-governing clubs in New York City and the vicinity.
CARROLL. ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND.By Lewis Carroll. 12mo. Illustrated. xiv + 192 pages.
CARROLL. THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS AND WHAT ALICE FOUND THERE.By Lewis Carroll. 12mo. Illustrated. xv + 224 pages.
The authorized edition of these children's classics. They have recently been reprinted from new type and new cuts made from the original wood blocks.
CHURCH. THE STORY OF THE ILIAD.By Rev. A. J. Church. vii + 314 pages.
CHURCH. THE STORY OF THE ODYSSEY.By Rev. A. J. Church. vii + 306 pages.
The two great epics are retold in prose by one of the best of story-tellers. The Greek atmosphere is remarkably well preserved.
CRADDOCK. THE STORY OF OLD FORT LOUDON.By Charles Egbert Craddock. 12mo. Illustrated. v + 409 pages.
A story of pioneer life in Tennessee at the time of the Cherokee uprising in 1760. The frontier fort serves as a background to this picture of Indian craft and guile and pioneer pleasures and hardships.
CROCKETT. RED CAP TALES.By S. R. Crockett. 8vo. Illustrated. xii + 413 pages.
The volume consists of a number of tales told in succession from four of Scott's novels—"Waverley," "Guy Mannering," "Rob Roy," and "The Antiquary"; with a break here and there while the children to whom they are told discuss the story just told from their own point of view. No better introduction to Scott's novels could be imagined or contrived. Half a dozen or more tales are given from each book.
DIX. A LITTLE CAPTIVE LAD.By Beulah Marie Dix. 12mo. Illustrated. vii + 286 pages.
The story is laid in the time of Cromwell, and the captive lad is a cavalier, full of the pride of his caste. The plot develops around the child's relations to his Puritan relatives. It is a well-told story, with plenty of action, and is a faithful picture of the times.
EGGLESTON. SOUTHERN SOLDIER STORIES.By George Cary Eggleston. 12mo. Illustrated. xi + 251 pages.
Forty-seven stories illustrating the heroism of those brave Americans who fought on the losing side in the Civil War. Humor and pathos are found side by side in these pages which bear evidence of absolute truth.
ELSON. SIDE LIGHTS ON AMERICAN HISTORY.
This volume takes a contemporary view of the leading events in the history of the country from the period of the Declaration of Independence to the close of the Spanish-American War. The result is a very valuable series of studies in many respects more interesting and informing than consecutive history.
GAYE. THE GREAT WORLD'S FARM.Some Account of Nature's Crops and How they are Sown. By Selina Gaye. 12mo. Illustrated. xii + 365 pages.
A readable account of plants and how they live and grow. It is as free as possible from technicalities and well adapted to young people.
GREENE. PICKETT'S GAP.By Homer Greene. 12mo. Illustrated. vii + 288 pages.
A story of American life and character illustrated in the personal heroism and manliness of an American boy. It is well told, and the lessons in morals and character are such as will appeal to every honest instinct.
HAPGOOD. ABRAHAM LINCOLN.By Norman Hapgood. 12mo. Illustrated. xiii + 433 pages.
This is one of the best one-volume biographies of Lincoln, and a faithful picture of the strong character of the great President, not only when he was at the head of the nation, but also as a boy and a young man, making his way in the world.
HAPGOOD. GEORGE WASHINGTON.By Norman Hapgood. 12mo. Illustrated. xi + 419 pages.
Not the semi-mythical Washington of some biographers, but a clear, comprehensive account of the man as he really appeared in camp, in the field, in the councils of his country, at home, and in society.
HOLDEN. REAL THINGS IN NATURE.A Reading Book of Science for American Boys and Girls. By Edward S. Holden. Illustrated. 12mo. xxxviii + 443 pages.
The topics are grouped under nine general heads: Astronomy, Physics, Meteorology, Chemistry, Geology, Zoölogy, Botany, The Human Body, and The Early History of Mankind. The various parts of the volume give the answers to the thousand and one questions continually arising in the minds of youths at an age when habits of thought for life are being formed.
HUFFORD. SHAKESPEARE IN TALE AND VERSE.By Lois Grosvenor Hufford. 12mo. ix + 445 pages.
The purpose of the author is to introduce Shakespeare to such of his readers as find the intricacies of the plots of the dramas somewhat difficult to manage. The stories which constitute the main plots are given, and are interspersed with the dramatic dialogue in such a manner as to make tale and verse interpret each other.
HUGHES. TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS.By Thomas Hughes. 12mo. Illustrated. xxi + 376 pages.
An attractive and convenient edition of this great story of life at Rugby. It is a book that appeals to boys everywhere and which makes for manliness and high ideals.
HUTCHINSON. THE STORY OF THE HILLS.A Book about Mountains for General Readers. By Rev. H. W. Hutchinson. 12mo. Illustrated. xv + 357 pages.
"A clear account of the geological formation of mountains and their various methods of origin in language so clear and untechnical that it will not confuse even the most unscientific."—Boston Evening Transcript.
ILLINOIS GIRL. A PRAIRIE WINTER.By an Illinois Girl. 16mo. 164 pages.
A record of the procession of the months from midway in September to midway in May. The observations on Nature are accurate and sympathetic, and they are interspersed with glimpses of a charming home life and bits of cheerful philosophy.
INGERSOLL. WILD NEIGHBORS. OUTDOOR STUDIES IN THE UNITED STATES.By Ernest Ingersoll. 12mo. Illustrated. xii + 301 pages.
Studies and stories of the gray squirrel, the puma, the coyote, the badger, and other burrowers, the porcupine, the skunk, the woodchuck, and the raccoon.
INMAN. THE RANCH ON THE OXHIDE.By Henry Inman. 12mo. Illustrated. xi + 297 pages.
A story of pioneer life in Kansas in the late sixties. Adventures with wild animals and skirmishes with Indians add interest to the narrative.
JOHNSON. CERVANTES' DON QUIXOTE.Edited by Clifton Johnson. 12mo. Illustrated. xxiii + 398 pages.
A well-edited edition of this classic. The one effort has been to bring the book to readable proportions without excluding any really essential incident or detail, and at the same time to make the text unobjectionable and wholesome.
JUDSON. THE GROWTH OF THE AMERICAN NATION.By Harry Pratt Judson. 12mo. Illustrations and maps. xi + 359 pages.
The cardinal facts of American History are grasped in such a way as to show clearly the orderly development of national life.
KEARY. THE HEROES OF ASGARD: TALES FROM SCANDINAVIAN MYTHOLOGY.By A. and E. Keary. 12mo. Illustrated. 323 pages.
The book is divided into nine chapters, called "The Æsir," "How Thor went to Jötunheim," "Frey," "The Wanderings of Freyja," "Iduna's Apples," "Baldur," "The Binding of Fenrir," "The Punishment of Loki," "Ragnarök."
KING. DE SOTO AND HIS MEN IN THE LAND OF FLORIDA.By Grace King. 12mo. Illustrated. xiv + 326 pages.
A story based upon the Spanish and Portuguese accounts of the attempted conquest by the armada which sailed under De Soto in 1538 to subdue this country. Miss King gives a most entertaining history of the invaders' struggles and of their final demoralized rout; while her account of the native tribes is a most attractive feature of the narrative.
KINGSLEY. MADAM HOW AND LADY WHY: FIRST LESSONS IN EARTH LORE FOR CHILDREN.By Charles Kingsley. 12mo. Illustrated. xviii + 321 pages.
Madam How and Lady Why are two fairies who teach the how and why of things in nature. There are chapters on Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Coral Reefs, Glaciers, etc., told in an interesting manner. The book is intended to lead children to use their eyes and ears.
KINGSLEY. THE WATER BABIES: A FAIRY TALE FOR A LAND BABY.By Charles Kingsley. 12mo. Illustrated. 330 pages.
One of the best children's stories ever written; it has deservedly become a classic.
LANGE. OUR NATIVE BIRDS: HOW TO PROTECT THEM AND ATTRACT THEM TO OUR HOMES.By D. Lange. 12mo. Illustrated. x + 162 pages.
A strong plea for the protection of birds. Methods and devices for their encouragement are given, also a bibliography of helpful literature, and material for Bird Day.
LOVELL. STORIES IN STONE FROM THE ROMAN FORUM.By Isabel Lovell. 12mo. Illustrated. viii + 258 pages.
The eight stories in this volume give many facts that travelers wish to know, that historical readers seek, and that young students enjoy. The book puts the reader in close touch with Roman life.
McFARLAND. GETTING ACQUAINTED WITH THE TREES.By J. Horace McFarland. 8vo. Illustrated. xi + 241 pages.
A charmingly written series of tree essays. They are not scientific but popular, and are the outcome of the author's desire that others should share the rest and comfort that have come to him through acquaintance with trees.
MAJOR. THE BEARS OF BLUE RIVER.By Charles Major. 12mo. Illustrated. 277 pages.
A collection of good bear stories with a live boy for the hero. The scene is laid in the early days of Indiana.
MARSHALL. WINIFRED'S JOURNAL.By Emma Marshall. 12mo. Illustrated. 353 pages.
A story of the time of Charles the First. Some of the characters are historical personages.
MEANS. PALMETTO STORIES.By Celina E. Means. 12mo. Illustrated. x + 244 pages.
True accounts of some of the men and women who made the history of South Carolina, and correct pictures of the conditions under which these men and women labored.
MORRIS. MAN AND HIS ANCESTOR: A STUDY IN EVOLUTION.By Charles Morris. 16mo. Illustrated. vii + 238 pages.
A popular presentation of the subject of man's origin. The various significant facts that have been discovered since Darwin's time are given, as well as certain lines of evidence never before presented in this connection.
NEWBOLT. STORIES FROM FROISSART.By Henry Newbolt. 12mo. Illustrated. xxxi + 368 pages.
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OVERTON. THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.By Gwendolen Overton. 12mo. Illustrated. vii + 270 pages.
A story of girl life at an army post on the frontier. The plot is an absorbing one, and the interest of the reader is held to the end.
PALGRAVE. THE CHILDREN'S TREASURY OF ENGLISH SONG.Selected and arranged by Francis Turner Palgrave. 16mo. viii + 302 pages.
This collection contains 168 selections—songs, narratives, descriptive or reflective pieces of a lyrical quality, all suited to the taste and understanding of children.
PALMER. STORIES FROM THE CLASSICAL LITERATURE OF MANY NATIONS.Edited by Bertha Palmer. 12mo. xv + 297 pages.
A collection of sixty characteristic stories from Chinese, Japanese, Hebrew, Babylonian, Arabian, Hindu, Greek, Roman, German, Scandinavian, Celtic, Russian, Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Anglo-Saxon, English, Finnish, and American Indian sources.
RIIS. CHILDREN OF THE TENEMENTS.By Jacob A. Riis. 12mo. Illustrated. ix + 387 pages.
Forty sketches and short stories dealing with the lights and shadows of life in the slums of New York City, told just as they came to the writer, fresh from the life of the people.
SANDYS. TRAPPER JIM.By Edwyn Sandys. 12mo. Illustrated. ix + 441 pages.
A book which will delight every normal boy. Jim is a city lad who learns from an older cousin all the lore of outdoor life—trapping, shooting, fishing, camping, swimming, and canoeing. The author is a well-known writer on outdoor subjects.
SEXTON. STORIES OF CALIFORNIA.By Ella M. Sexton. 12mo. Illustrated. x + 211 pages.
Twenty-two stories illustrating the early conditions and the romantic history of California and the subsequent development of the state.
SHARP. THE YOUNGEST GIRL IN THE SCHOOL.By Evelyn Sharp. 12mo. Illustrated. ix + 326 pages.
Bab, the "youngest girl," was only eleven and the pet of five brothers. Her ups and downs in a strange boarding school make an interesting story.
SPARKS. THE MEN WHO MADE THE NATION: AN OUTLINE OF UNITED STATES HISTORY FROM 1776 TO 1861.By Edwin E. Sparks. 12mo. Illustrated. viii + 415 pages.
The author has chosen to tell our history by selecting the one man at various periods of our affairs who was master of the situation and about whom events naturally grouped themselves. The characters thus selected number twelve, as "Samuel Adams, the man of the town meeting"; "Robert Morris, the financier of the Revolution"; "Hamilton, the advocate of stronger government," etc., etc.
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