St. Nicholas: A Monthly Magazine for Boys and Girls, Volume 6, Part 21879 - Children's literature |
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Agamemnon answer asked baby beautiful began bird boat called captain catch child Chipperton Corny cried dark DEAR ST Dindy door Eyebright eyes Faience fairy father feet felt fish flowers gave glad gone Gretelein hand head hear heard horses island Jack JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT Jolly-cum-Rattle-te-Bang keep kind knew lady larvæ laughed letter little boys live doll lived Loki looked Lucia Zarate Mamma mind morning mother Narford never NICHOLAS night Oiron old Sol old sorrel once Papa Peterkin play pleasant pretty pull Rectus river Robin Goodfellow sail seemed side soon sorrel horse speckled trout stood stopped story sure SUSAN COOLIDGE talk tell things thought told took tree turned wait walk Wealthy wind wonder wont word young
Popular passages
Page 701 - THE VOWELS We are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features; One of us in glass is set, One of us you'll find in jet. T'other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you.
Page 557 - The laudable use of forks, Brought into custom here, as they are in Italy, To the sparing of napkins: that, that should have made Your bellows go at the forge, as his at the furnace.
Page 498 - I knew by her deep breathing that her heart was throbbing in her throat. I knew, too, by the way her brother came up the steps and to the front that he was trembling. The hands hung limp ; his face was pallid, and the lips blue as with cold. I felt anxious. The child, too, seemed to discern that things were not well with him. Something like fear showed in her face. He made an automatic bow. Then a bewildered, struggling look came into his face, then a helpless look, and then he stood staring vacantly,...
Page 668 - The chains of habit are generally too small to be felt until they are too strong to be broken.
Page 691 - His grandmother, who made a great pet of him, was the confidant of all his ideas as to how the story would turn out, and as she repeated these to me, and I turned the story according to these hints, there was a little diplomatic secrecy between us, which we never disclosed. I had the pleasure of continuing my story to the delight and astonishment of my hearers, and Wolfgang saw with glowing eyes the fulfilment of his own conceptions, and listened with enthusiastic applause'.
Page 692 - I begin with this. Later on in life I shall distinguish myself in far other ways.' On another occasion, he plagued her with questions as to whether the stars would perform all they had promised at his birth.
Page 558 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king!
Page 683 - Eliza felt that everything should be expected from them; they ought to take advantage from the family mistakes. Every new method that came up was tried upon the little boys. They had been taught spelling by all the different systems, and were just able to read, when Mr. Peterkin learned that it was now considered best that children should not be taught to read till they were ten years old. Mrs. Peterkin was in despair. Perhaps, if their books were taken from them even then, they might forget what...
Page 498 - A ripple of heightened and expectant interest passed over the audience, and then all sat stone still as though fearing to breathe lest the speaker might again take fright. No danger! The hero in the youth was aroused. He went at his "piece" with a set purpose to conquer, to redeem himself, and to bring the smile back into the child's tear-stained face. I watched the face during the speaking. The wide eyes, the parted lips, the whole rapt being said that the breathless audience was forgotten — that...
Page 498 - I felt; but she did not see me. Her eyes, swimming with tears, were on her brother's face. I put my arm around her, but she was too absorbed to heed the caress, and before I could Appreciate her purpose, she was on her way to the shamestricken young man sitting with a face like a statue's. When he saw her by his side the set face relaxed, and a quick mist came into his eyes. The young men got closer together to make room for her. She sat down beside him, laid her flowers on his knee, and slipped...