The Nursery, No. 106, October, 1875. Vol. XVIII.

Nursery, No. 106, October, 1875.
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No. 106.
OCTOBER, 1875

Vol. XVIII.
THE NURSERY
A Monthly Magazine FOR YOUNGEST READERS.
BOSTON: JOHN L. SHOREY, 36 BROMFIELD STREET.
AMERICAN NEWS Co., 119 NASSAU ST., NEW YORK.
NEW-ENGLAND NEWS Co., 41 COURT ST., BOSTON. CENTRAL
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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875, by JOHN L.
SHOREY, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.

CONTENTS OF NUMBER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX.
PAGE.
THE DELIGHTS OF THE SEASIDE By Emily Carter 97 MABEL
AND HER FRIEND CARLO By Ned 99 PLAYING KING By Alfred
Selwyn 100 A TRUE ANTELOPE STORY By Lloyd Wyman 102 THE
APPLE TREE By Clara Doty Bates 105 A COUNCIL OF HORSES
By Uncle Charles 106 THE PET OF THE SHIP By _C.E.C._ 108 THE
UNMOTHERLY HEN By _C.R.W._ 111 A DRAWING LESSON 113
THE CHILDREN'S VISIT TO THE LIGHTHOUSE By _Charlie's
Mamma_ 114 GOING AFTER COWS By _W.T.O._ 116
ROLY-POLY By _Olive A. Wadsworth_ 119 ELSIE'S DUCKS By Ida
Fay 120 FISHING FOR TROUT By Alfred Selwyn 122 WE THREE
By Bella 124 PET, THE CANARY By Mamma 125 THE CAT SHOW
By _Sallie's Mamma_ 126 GOING THROUGH THE CORN (_Music
by T. Crompton_) 128

EDITOR'S PORTFOLIO.

With this number we begin on the last quarter of the year 1875; and we
have the pleasure of informing our host of readers, young and old, that
the prospects of "The Nursery" were never so encouraging as now. It
has not only held its own during these hard times, but gone on
increasing. Canvassers may take hold of it with the assurance that
future numbers will be improvements even on the past.
"Playing the King," in our present number, will be a good piece for
humorous declamation at school. Both the artist and the poet have done
their work well.
For the coming holidays, there will be no juvenile work equal in
attraction to the "NURSERY PRIMER," which will now soon be ready.
It will be the best book for beginners ever got up. Already we have
received numerous orders for it, to which we shall soon respond.
"The Easy Book" and "The Beautiful Book" ought to be remembered
by dealers ordering for the holidays. These books have only to be seen
to be appreciated. The Nursery series of books is allowed to be the best
for the purpose designed, namely, the teaching of children to read,
chiefly by their own efforts, that has ever appeared.
Unaccepted articles will be returned to the writers if stamps are sent
with them to pay return postage. Manuscripts not so accompanied will
not be preserved, and subsequent requests for their return cannot be
complied with.
[Hand-->] ==New Subscribers for 1876, whose names and money are
sent us before November next, will receive the last three numbers of
1875 FREE.==
[Hand-->] We want a special agent in every town in the United States.
Persons disposed to act in that capacity, are invited to communicate
with the publisher.
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THE DELIGHTS OF THE SEASIDE.
Oh merry, merry sports had we, last summer on the beach,-- Lucy and
Oliver and I, with Uncle Sam to teach! At times, clad in our
bathing-suits, we'd join our hands, all four, And rush into the water, or
run along the shore.
The wet sand, how it glistened on the sunny summer day! And how the
waves would chase us back, as if they were in play! And when, on the
horizon blue, a sail we would espy, How "Ship ahoy!" or "Whither
bound?" we all of us would cry!
The white, white sand, so smooth and hard, oh what a place for fun!
With no one by to check our screams, or say, "Now, pray, have done!"
The sea-birds, not at all disturbed by all our mirthful noise, Would cry
to us, as if they said, "Shout on, shout on, my boys!"
Sometimes we'd seek for flattened stones, and skim them o'er the waves;
Then go