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[Illustration: THE RABBIT]




[Illustration:

  EDWIN,
  THE
  YOUNG RABBIT
  FANCIER,
  AND
  OTHER STORIES.]


  BOSTON:
  CROSBY & AINSWORTH.
  NEW YORK: OLIVER S. FELT.
  1866.




STORIES.

[Illustration: Boy and girl with rabbits]




EDWIN, THE YOUNG RABBIT FANCIER.


Edwin was a very tender-hearted boy, and very eager about a thing when
he took it into his head; but his enthusiasm very often left him just
at the time it ought to have remained with him. Thus he never pursued
any study or amusement for any length of time with profit to himself,
and often fell into very grievous errors.

“Oh! dear mama,” said he one day to his mother. “I do so much wish that
I had something for a pet; there is Charles Jones has a sweet little
bird, and cousin James has a squirrel. I should so like something for a
pet. Do, mama, buy me something—a Guinea pig, or a couple of pigeons,
or a rabbit. Oh! I saw such a beautiful white rabbit yesterday.

“Ay, my dear,” said his mama, “I am afraid you would soon grow tired of
your rabbit, as you did of your gun, and bow and arrow, and ship, and
rocking-horse.”

“Oh! but a rabbit is quite different, mama; you can love a rabbit,
you know, and coax it, and feed it, and make it happy. I should go
out early in the morning, and pick some nice clover for it, and some
thistle, and dandelion, and marsh mallows. I know how to feed rabbits—I
have learned all about it. I must not give them too much green stuff,
but some nice bran and oats; and then I could make a little trough for
it to eat from, you know; and—and—”

“I am sure, my dear, it would be too much trouble to you; rabbits
require a great deal of care and attention, and you so soon get tired
of any thing you take up, that I fear it would soon suffer from
neglect.”

“I am sure I should never _neglect_ it, mama; and if you will give me a
shilling, I can buy a beauty—a real white French rabbit, with red eyes,
and a coat like swansdown. Do, mama, give me a shilling.”

“No, my dear,” said she, “I really must refuse you.”

Now, although Edwin was a little boy, he said to himself, “I know it is
only because mama wished to save her money; ’tis not because she really
thinks I shall neglect the rabbit, but because she does not like to
part with her money.” He thought himself very cunning? did he not?

So Edwin began to pout and whine, and to tease his mama, being
determined to let her have no peace. “You know, mama,” said he, “I
shall be so fond of it; I will make it a house, and then I could cut
down some grass, and dry it, and make hay for it to lie upon; and I
could sow some oats for it in my garden; I should not want any thing
else to amuse me all the year round.”

Whether to humor Edwin or to teach him a lesson, I will not say,
but his mama gave him a shilling, and off he ran, and purchased the
milk-white, red-eyed rabbit he had so longed for.

Joyful enough was he when he brought it home; he paraded it round the
house, showed it to every member of the family, housemaid, laundrymaid,
footman, and cook, and every body praised the rabbit, as the most
beautiful creature they had ever seen.

The next morning Edwin rose by times, and began to look for wood to
build his rabbit house. He procured saw, nails, and hammer; and at last
found some old planks, and began to saw them, and cut them, and chisel
and plane, till his little arms ached again.

He had soon cut two or three pieces of board up, but to no purpose; one
was too short, another too long, a third had a knot in it, and a fourth
was spoiled in splitting. Vexed with his want of success, Edwin said,
“I shall not make him a house to-night—he must be contented with being
fastened in the coal-hole to-night, where he will have room plenty.”

So bunny was put into the coal-hole, with a handful of cabbage-leaves,
and told to make himself happy till morning, and as it happened to be
election night, Edward went to amuse himself by making bonfires.

In the morning Edwin went to the coal-hole to look after bunny. There
it was sure enough, but, instead of its being a beautiful white
rabbit—by hopping about among the coals—it had become almost as black
as the coals themselves.

“Well, I never!” said the little boy—“what a dirty little thing it is”,
and so he tried to catch it; but bunny not liking to be caught, led the
youngster a fine dance in the coal-hole, and at last he fell over a
large lump of coal, and dirtied his clean frill and white pinafore.

It was difficult to say which was the dirtiest of the two, Edwin or the
rabbit. The little boy, however, being quite out of patience, made no
further effort, but shut the coal-hole door, and in great terror ran to
the nursery-maid to put him into cleaner trim. He did not go again into
the place where the rabbit was that day, and so the poor thing was kept
without food, for Edward totally forgot that he had not fed his pet.

However, the next day he again repaired to the place, and having caught
bunny, took it into the stable-yard, and put it into an unoccupied
pig-sty. The first intention of making a house was quite given up, and
Edwin began to think his rabbit was a great plague; he, however, gave
it some more cabbage leaves, and left it.

[Illustration: Edwin with black rabbit]

The fact was, Edwin was getting tired of his rabbit; he, however,
bought it a few oats, and gave it a little hay. He went out for a few
mornings and gathered a little clover, but in less than a week this
was thought to be a great deal of trouble; besides which, the rabbit
seemed lame, and did not look so pretty as it did at first.

At last Edwin quite forgot his rabbit for two days, and when he went
to look at it he was quite surprised to find it lying on its side. He
called, bunny, bunny. The poor thing looked at him, and seemed pleased
to see him, for its long ears moved as if it was.

Edwin took it up; it seemed to have lost the use of its hind legs; it
squeaked when it was touched; and so the little boy laid it down again.
He felt it all over—it was very thin, and seemed half starved.

Edwin now ran and got a saucer full of oats, and placed it beside the
poor thing; he also ran to the next field, and plucked some nice sow
thistle, and gave it to eat. Bunny looked grateful, and tried to eat,
but could not.

Edwin, in placing his hand down by its side, felt the beatings of its
heart; it went beat, beat, beat—throb, throb, throb, quicker than a
watch; and every now and then its head twitched, and the skin of its
jaw drew up, as if it were in great pain.

And yet the poor animal seemed glad to have some one by its side, and
rubbed its nose against Edwin’s hand; and then it panted again, and its
eyes grew dim; it was dying; Edwin now began to cry.

“Oh! my poor dear, dear, dear, bunny,” said he, “what shall I do to
make you well?—oh! what would I give? Oh! I have killed you, for I know
I have. Oh! my poor, dear bunny—let me kiss you, dear bunny”—Here the
little fellow stooped down to kiss the rabbit. Just at that moment it
gave a struggle—in the next it was dead.

Edwin’s eyes were full of tears, and when he could see through them,
and found out what had happened, he broke out into loud sobs and cries,
till he roused the whole house. “Oh! my dear rabbit—oh! I have killed
my rabbit—oh! what shall I do?” he uttered, in deepest grief.

“Ay,” said his mama, who was called to the spot by his outcries, “I
feared it would be thus:—who would think a house-bred rabbit could live
in a damp pig-sty? The poor thing has been destroyed by neglect.”

“Oh, yes, dear mama, do not scold me; I know I have been very naughty.
Oh, I do love my dear rabbit; I love it more now it is dead than I
did when it was alive; but is it really dead, mama! no, is it? it is
quite warm, and may get well again,—say it will, there’s a dear, dear
mother,” and then he cried again.

The rabbit was, however, dead; and had caught its death in the way
Edwin’s mama supposed, by being ill fed and kept in a damp place, by
thoughtless, if not cruel, _neglect_.

Edwin was overcome with grief,—but it was now too late, sad was that
night to him, for something told him that he had been cruel to that
he had promised to love. He got no sleep; and early in the morning he
arose, and went to the place where his pet was laid.

He wept all the next day; and, in the evening, he dug a grave in his
own little garden, close by the side of a young rose tree. Then he
wrapped the body in some nice hay, and laid it in its narrow cell, and
placed rose leaves upon it, and covered it gently with the earth; and
his heart was like to burst when he heaped the mound upon it,—and he
was forced to pause in his task by the full gushing of his tears.

“My child,” said his mama, who watched him at his sorrowful task, “if
you had taken half the trouble for bunny, when alive, as you do now he
is dead, he would have been alive now.”

“Yes, yes, dear mama,—I know—I know; but do tell me, pray do—will not
rabbits go to heaven? Is there not some place where they can be happy?
I hope my poor bunny may!” and here the little fellow sobbed again.

“Give me a kiss, my dear boy,” said his mama; come leave this spot: and
so she gently led him away from the rabbit’s grave.




[Illustration: Boat at shore]


JULIA MARTIN.

In many of the little coves and bays on the coast of Cornwall, small
villages may be found—the dwellings of fishermen, their wives, and
families. Here, perhaps, they have lived from the time they were
born, without a thought or a wish, as far as the land is concerned,
beyond the narrow place in which they dwell. The sea is the great
object of their cares, for it contains the means by which they live. By
the fish which they catch in it, they are provided with meat, drink,
and lodging: and too often is the sea their grave. The poor men lead a
hard and anxious life in their fishing pursuits; and are often tempted
to risk their lives, rather than give up a chance, when a favorable
shoal of fish may be expected. The women mostly spend their time in
making and mending nets, and drying and salting the fish. Even the
children may be always found employed about fish in some way or other.
The very young make playthings of the bones; those about ten or eleven
assist their mothers in curing fish; and all, both old and young, feed,
with a relish never lost, on the finny tribe. It is a pretty sight,
on a fine sunny day, to see the seine, or net, drawn in on the white
pebbly beach: it contains, perhaps, many hundreds of fishes, tinted
with all the colors of the rainbow. The various families to whom the
net belongs crowd down to the shore for their share of the fish; for,
as the net costs a great deal of money, the price is divided, perhaps,
between half a dozen owners. During the winter season, should there
have been any failure in the fishing, great hardships are sometimes
felt by these poor people. The stock of salt fish is done; potatoes
are dear, and money to buy bread is but scarce. The patience and
self-denial shown under such privations is truly to be admired, and
might furnish a useful lesson to those whom it had pleased God to
provide, at all seasons, with every thing that can make life pleasant;
and who are too apt to complain if some of the lesser means of their
enjoyment are cut off by a hard winter season.

[Illustration: THE FISHERMEN.]

Rosecreay, one of the fishing villages we have been describing, was
fortunate, during a very severe winter, in having near it a very
charitable lady, who had taken a house which for many years had been
without an inmate.

Why she remained in a cold and bleak spot, so far from London, from
whence she came, her friends often wondered; and her daughter Julia,
when she heard the wind coming in great gusts up the valley, or the
rain beating against the windows, as if it insisted on coming in, would
wish she was back again in the pretty house at Kensington. Mrs. Martin
was not poor, but she was not rich, and she had taken the old house for
three years, because the rent was very low; her own house in town she
had let, and the change was made that her only son, Frederic, might
study as a painter. How many mothers thus deny themselves comforts,
that they may save money for those dearer to them than their own lives!
How few meet with any reward for their self-denial! Mrs. Martin was
constant in her visits to the families of the fishermen; gave them
tracts to read; made clothes for the poor children; and was always
ready, in time of illness, with medicine for the sick, and soup for
those getting better. She also tried to teach them cleaner habits; but
in this she failed. Julia soon got tired of going with her mother to
see people who persisted in having such bad smells in and about their
houses, wondering, at the same time, that, with water so near, the
village was not kept cleaner; to which an old woman would sometimes
reply, that fish never smell ill to them. One stormy day in January,
Mrs. Martin and Julia sat at the window watching the huge waves that
came tumbling in, with, as Julia said, “great white caps on their
heads.” The fine weather of yesterday, said Mrs. Martin, I hear, has
tempted poor John Penman to go out fishing, in spite of his having
hardly got rid of the fever he has so long had. I am afraid that as
he knew that Frederic is coming we should like some fish to-day. The
weather changed so suddenly in the night, that I feel quite anxious
lest he should have been lost. Mrs. Martin’s fears were too well
founded, for John Penman, his eldest son, and another lad, never saw
their homes again: the boat had been lost during the heavy gale, and
all on board had perished.

How dreadful! said Julia. I wish we did not live where we were always
hearing and seeing such disagreeable things. We must not, my dear
Julia, said her mother, indulge in such selfish feelings; let us rather
think what we can do for the poor widow and her orphans, whether it is
disagreeable or not. The next morning, though it was still stormy, Mrs.
Martin set out for the cottage of Mrs. Penman; and as Julia thought it
was too cold to venture out, she was spared the sad scene that was seen
by Mrs. Martin. The children were crying round the bed of their poor
mother, where she lay in too much grief to attend to the kindness of
the neighbors, who crowded round trying to comfort her.

The room was small and dirty, with but little furniture in it; but
strange to say, on one side of it hung an old circular painting, and
though it was nearly black with smoke, Mrs. Martin could see it was no
common picture. With the hope that it might prove of some use to the
poor woman, she got the eldest boy to carry it to her house, sending
back by him a basket laden with food for his desolate home. Frederic
had arrived in due time the night before, and his mother now begged
him to look at the old painting. Although he had not long been an
artist, he at once saw that it had been painted by a skilful hand.
While cleaning it from the smoke and dirt, they found the name of the
painter and of the lady on the canvas. On inquiry, they also found
that John Penman’s father had saved the picture from a great house,
which had been burnt to the ground many years ago. Mrs. Martin wrote
to the family to whom the painting had once belonged, and they were
glad to pay the poor woman, to her great surprise and joy, a handsome
sum of money for it. She was then able to buy a share in a net, which
her husband had always been too poor to do, and by it was enabled to
bring up her family in the humble way to which they had always been
accustomed.

Ah! mother, said Julia, what good you have been able to do from always
thinking of other people rather than yourself. I will never grumble
again at the smells of the fishing village, but try, if I can, to be
as useful there as you have been; and Julia, in spite of the cold and
bleak winter, well kept her promise.

[Illustration: Boat on a wave]




[Illustration: SUMMER

THE HAYMAKERS.]


THE HAYMAKERS.

The haymakers are working blithely, tossing about the grass, and
talking and laughing right merrily. This is a holiday, both for old
and young. Many who are employed in manufactures, with their wives and
children, obtain leave to work in the fields when hands are scarce;
and doing so seems like a new life to them. You may see at the further
end, hillocks of grass thrown up in long rows; the haymakers call them
wind-cocks; they are piled light and high, that the wind may blow
through them; but in this part of the field people are tossing the
hay about. Gray-headed old men are here, aged women, and children,
seemingly without number. Their parents are hard at work and very glad
are they to put the “wee things” in safe keeping among the old folks,
who yet can help a little. Look at those girls and boys at play—see
how they pelt one another with the hay, and roll each other over upon
the grass—these are happy days. See those youngsters, scarcely able
to totter, how they tumble on the sweet, fresh grass; while those who
have strength to handle the rake mimic the labors of their parents,
and draw tiny loads along the greensward. Meanwhile the hay is thrown
about, and with each returning day comes the same pleasant labor, till
the creaking of a wagon, lumbering up the hollow-road from the old
farm-house, half way down the hill, gives the signal, which tells that
the haymaking season is about to close. A short time elapses, and the
creak of the heavy laden wagon is heard ringing over the stones. It
comes up again for another load, then lumbers back to the old farm,
where laborers are busily employed in placing the hay upon a strong
foundation of wattled boughs. Some tread down the hay; others throw it
up from out the wagon; till at length loud huzzas, that wake up all the
neighboring echoes, announce that all the hay-stacks are completed.




THE REAPERS.


The village seems deserted. No children on the green running races with
each other, or playing hunt-the-slipper on the smooth turf. No old men
resting beneath the manorial tree, sunning themselves, and talking
with feeble voices, like the aged men of Troy, compared by Homer to
grasshoppers; neither is there the sound of the spinning-wheel by the
open cottage door, with its rustic porch and clustering hops. All are
away to the harvest-field. Let us go there too. We are all bidden
guests at Farmer Drayton’s, and our holiday will pass merrily among
the reapers.

[Illustration: AUTUMN

THE REAPERS.]

“Good morning, Goody! Where are you going with your troop of rosy
children, all glee and gossip?” “To the harvest-field, young masters.
’Tis a pleasant time, that comes but once a year, and we make the most
of it. My master was out before the sun, reaping in the field beside
the river; but I had to dress the children and get his dinner, and
that makes me late.” “Good day, then; we will not hinder you.” Away
she goes, half running, the children out of breath with delight. They
have turned into Johnson’s field. Let us follow them. There they are
with twenty or thirty others, gathering the scattered ears, as Ruth
gathered them on the plains of Bethlehem. Look at Goody! How diligently
she is picking up the ears! The children, too, are all helping. Before
the season is over, they will collect at least three clear bushels of
wheat; and if the weather prove showery, and the wagon is hurried to
the barn, they will obtain a larger quantity.

Farmer Johnson is at the farthest end, watching his reapers. He looks
pleased, and with reason, for the rustling corn stands thick, and
the men work cheerfully. The Lord of the Field, (for such the chief
reaper is called,) heads the long line of farming servants. When he
clasps the opposite ears in his strong arms, they clasp theirs also;
when he thrusts his sickle, they do the same; and there is presently
laid low a wide extent of grain, with its garniture of flowers,—the
corn-cockle, and scarlet-poppy, sweet basil, and marjoram, herbs
Robert and Christopher, Cicily and William—names by which old simplers
commemorated worth or friendship, or the villagers of other days
associated with the memory of benefactors, whose skill and kindness
might be shadowed forth in the qualities of their favorite plants.
It seems as if those who bind up the sheaves have some pleasant or
grateful thoughts connected with the prostrate flower, for a few are
carefully taken from among the rest and put aside.

Before the young wheat springs up, we shall hear, I fancy, the
church-bells ringing merrily, for there are John Gray and Susan Bell
hard at work. He has just pulled the prickly stems of the woolly
thistle from the corn she is about to bind. Farmer Johnson often tells
the men and women to mind their work; but he takes no notice of John
and Susan, though many a kindly word passes between them, for he knows
that more industrious and well-conducted young persons are no where to
be found.

[Illustration: Two boys]




[Illustration: THE PARROT.]


THE PARROT.


    The deep affections of the breast,
      That Heaven to living things imparts
    Are not exclusively possess’d
      By human hearts.

    A parrot, from the Spanish Main,
      Full young, and early-caged came o’er,
    With bright wings, to the bleak domain.
      Of Mulla’s shore.

    To spicy groves where he had won
      His plumage of resplendent hue—
    His native fruits, and skies, and sun—
      He bade adieu.

    For these he changed the smoke of turf,
      A heathery land and misty sky;
    And turn’d on rocks and raging surf
      His golden eye.

    But, petted, in our climate cold,
      He lived and chatter’d many a day;
    Until, with age, from green and gold
      His wings grew gray.

    At last, when blind and seeming dumb,
      He scolded, laugh’d, and spoke no more,
    A Spanish stranger chanced to come
      To Mulla’s shore.

    He hail’d the bird in Spanish speech,
      The bird in Spanish speech replied;
    Flapt round his cage with joyous screech,
      Dropt down and died.




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SALT-WATER TALES. By WM. H. G. KINGSTON. 4 vols

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  Mark Seaworth.
  Salt Water.

MOUNT-VERNON JUVENILES. 6 vols

  Life of Washington.
  Love of Country.
  Bears of Augustusburg.
  Life of Lafayette.
  Legends of Brittany.
  Hurrah for the Holidays!

MERRY TALES AND STORIES FOR YOUNG FOLKS. 6 vols.

  Stories of the Canadian Forest.
  Pictures of Comical People.
  Canadian Crusoes.
  Tales of the Saxons.
  The Kangaroo-hunters.
  Merry Tales.

THE MOLLY AND KITTY JUVENILES. 6 vols.

  Molly and Kitty.
  Children’s Trials.
  Seedtime and Harvest.
  Tales and Legends.
  Belle and Lily.
  Holly and Mistletoe.

THE LEILA BOOKS. By ANN FRASER TYTLER. 5 vols.

  Leila at Home.
  Leila in England.
  Leila; or, The Island.
  Mary and Florence.
  Mary and Florence at Sixteen.

THE ROBIN-NEST STORIES. By Mrs. MADELINE LESLIE. 6 vols.

  The Robins’ Nest.
  Little Robins Learning to Fly.
  Little Robins’ Friends.
  Little Robins in the Nest.
  Little Robins in Trouble.
  Little Robins’ Love to one another.

LITTLE FRANKIE STORIES. By Mrs. MADELINE LESLIE. 6 vols.

  Little Frankie and his Mother.
  Little Frankie and his Father.
  Little Frankie at his Plays.
  Little Frankie and his Cousin.
  Little Frankie on a Journey.
  Little Frankie at School.

TALES AND STORIES WORTH TELLING. 4 vols.

  Robin Hood.
  Mother’s True Stories.
  Bingley’s Instincts of Animals.
  Tales Worth Telling.

THE JEWEL CASE. 6 vols.

  The Pearls.
  Guizot’s Popular Tales.
  Well Begun is Half Done.
  Many a Little makes a Mickle.
  A Will and a Way.
  Nannie’s Jewel Case.

EDGEWORTH’S EARLY LESSONS. 5 vols.

  Frank.
  Sequel to Frank.
  Rosamond.
  Harry and Lucy.
  Harry and Lucy, concluded.

MRS. TUTHILL’S JUVENILE LIBRARY. 14 vols.

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  I will be a Lady.
  Happy Days, and the Warning.
  A Strike for Freedom.
  Onward! Right Onward!
  The Sickness and Health of the People of Bleaburn.
  The Boarding-school Girl.
  The Boy of Spirit.
  When are we Happiest?
  Hurrah for New England!
  The Childhood of Mary Leeson.
  Ellen Stanley, and other Stories.
  Anything for Sport.
  Keeper’s Travels in Search of his Master.

YOUNG PEOPLE’S LIBRARY. 12 vols.

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  Alphabet of Animals.
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  Annie and the Elves.
  Stories and Legends.
  The Boa Constrictor.
  Johnny and Maggie.
  The Princess Unca.
  Lucy’s Canary.
  Christmas Eve.
  Rose Tremain.
  Just in Time.

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  George and his Dog.
  Stories and Legends.
  The Picture Alphabets.
  All for the Best.
  The Eskdale Herdboy.

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  Little Lizzie and the Fairies.
  The Road to Fortune.
  Saddler Muller’s Wendell.
  Tony, the Sleepless.
  Finikin and his Gold Pippins.

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  New Flower for Children.
  Flowers for Children.
  Arbell’s School-days.
  The Children’s Year.
  Berquin’s Children’s Friend.

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  Poems for Little Folks.
  Tales of the Great and Brave.
  Stories of Animals.
  Christmas Stories.
  Stories of Natural History.
  Rabbit’s Bride, and other Stories.
  Tales of Adventure.
  Stories of Foreign Countries.
  Casper’s Adventure.
  Fairy Stories.
  Fables in Verse.
  History of Birds.