The Nursery, No. 106, October, 1875. Vol. XVIII. | Page 2

remember there a little shallow creek, Where we would go and sail our ships, at least three times a week: We loaded them with cargoes rich, and sent them all to Spain; And back they came with heavy freights, by which we made much gain.
Oh! pleasant pastimes on the beach, how often I recall The ocean grand, the distant sails, the rocks, the lighthouse tall! They do not fade, these pictures bright, from memory's inner view; And age itself shall never dim their colors ever new.
EMILY CARTER.
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MABEL AND HER FRIEND CARLO.
Mabel lives on a hill, quite near a beautiful lake, and is very fond of going with her papa to take a row on the water. Sometimes they visit the woods on the other side of the lake, and pick wild flowers, or go where the water-lilies grow, near the shore, and gather a bunch of the pretty white blossoms.
But I must tell about Mabel's friend Carlo. He is a large shaggy dog, owned by a gentleman who lives near. Although quite a young dog, he knows a great deal. He is very fond of water, and is wild with delight at the prospect of a swim.
His master owns a large sail-boat, and, as the water near the shore is not deep, he has to use a small boat to reach it. When Carlo sees him take down the oar from its place in the yard, he runs up, and takes it in his mouth, as much as to say, "Let me carry that for you, master." Then he trots down the hill with the oar, feeling very proud that he is allowed to carry it.
One day, Carlo took hold of the rope with his teeth, and drew the small boat to the shore; so that his master, who was in it, did not have to use the oar.
Mabel loves Carlo very much; and, although he is a large dog, he knows that he must play very gently with little boys and girls, and not hurt them with his great paws. NED

PLAYING KING.
Ho! I'm a king, a king! A crown is on my head; A sword is at my side; and regal is my tread: Ho, slave! proclaim my will to all the people round,-- The schools are hereby closed; henceforth must fun abound.
Vacation shall not end; all slates I order smashed; The man who says "arithmetic"--he must be soundly thrashed; All grammars shall be burnt; the spellers we will tear; The boy who spells correctly--a fool's cap he shall wear.
No dolls shall be allowed, for dolls are what I hate; The girls must give them up, and learn to swim and skate; Confectioners must charge only a cent a pound For all the plums and candy that in the shops are found.
That man who asks a dime for any pear or peach-- I'll have him hung so high, that none his feet can reach; No baker is allowed hereafter to bake bread; He must bake only pies and cake and ginger-snaps instead.
All lecturers must quit our realm without delay; The circus-men and clowns, on pain of death, must stay; All folks who frown on fun, at once must banished be: Now, fellow, that you know my will, to its fulfilment see!
ALFRED SELWYN.
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A TRUE ANTELOPE STORY.
Some time ago, I told the readers of "The Nursery" about catching a buffalo-calf. I will now tell them about a young antelope which we caught, and another which we almost caught.
Tip and I were in that part of Western Kansas which is left blank on the maps. Two hunters, Thompson and Hughes, had joined us; and we were coming back from a buffalo-chase. We had been crawling lazily along, over prairie, through valley, up and down hill, since sunrise, and it was now nearly noon.
All of a sudden, from a clump of tall grass near us, up sprung an antelope and a pair of beautiful fawns. Like a flash, the old one and one of the fawns started over the brow of the ridge on which they were lying; while the other little fellow began running around in a circle, as you have seen ponies do at the circus, bleating as hard as he could.
The boys leaped from the wagons in an instant, while I remained to hold the horses. Ranging themselves around the circle, the three hunters every now and then, dashed headlong after the fawn as he flew past; but missed him by a rod or more every time.
Our dog Landy, also, was on hand for the fun; and it was a laughable sight to see the great awkward fellow straining every nerve to overtake the little streak of animated lightning that flashed before him. Landy was a Newfoundland shepherd, and I knew that nothing could induce him to hurt the fawn