[Illustration:  When the warm sum-mer days draw near, From south-ern climes the Quails ap-pear.]

[Illustration:  South Afric’s plains the Quag-gas roam, Re-mote from farm or set-tler’s home.]

[Illustration:  The fish-er-man the Roach may hook, In quiet pond or gentle brook.]

[Illustration:  When the fell Rat-tle-snake slides near, The In-dian may its rat-tle hear.]

[Illustration:  “Contrary winds.”]

[Illustration:  Naughty Dick.]

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BAT-TLE-DORE AND SHUT-TLE-COCK.

See these mer-ry chil-dren four,
Now their les-son time is o’er,
Deal-ing with the bat-tle-dore
  Steady blow on blow;

Till the fea-thered shut-tle-cocks
Fly at their al-ter-nate knocks,
“Re-gu-lar as kitch-en clocks,”
  Spin-ning to and fro.

[Illustration:  Our god is merciful.

Psalm CXVI. 5]

[Illustration:  Cut-ting names.]

CUT-TING NAMES.

See where the spread-ing beech has made
Be-neath its boughs a plea-sant shade
  To screen them from the sun;
There George, and Anne, and Ma-ry play,
Or read up-on each sun-ny day,
  When all their tasks are done.

George has pulled out his knife, you see,
And on the smooth-barked beech-en tree
  Has some-thing found to do;
He’s carv-ing deep, and plain, and well
The let-ters, one by one, which spell
  His name and An-nie’s too.

His sis-ter An-nie, stand-ing by,
Is watch-ing with a cu-ri-ous eye,
  And won-der-ing at his skill. 
To men and wo-men when they grow,
They’ll come and find the beech tree show
  Those names quite plain-ly still.

THE CON-CERT.

“See how it rains!  We can-not go
Our walk a-cross the fields; and so,
Since Tom and Et-tie Holmes are come,
And cous-in Fred has brought his drum,
And some can sing, and o-thers play,
We’ll have a con-cert here to-day. 
You, Tom, must in the mid-dle stand,
And mark the time, with stick in hand;
You, bro-ther Ben, the tongs must take,
For they will good tri-an-gles make;
Hal clicks the ‘bones,’ and Em-me-line
Will beat her lit-tle tam-bour-ine,
And cous-in Fred will drum a-way,
And Kate the con-cer-ti-na play. 
All must at-tend to Tom; and mind
None play too fast, nor lag be-hind;
And then, I’m sure, we all shall see
How grand a con-cert this will be,
And say this is the wis-est way
To spend this wet Oc-to-ber day.”

[Illustration:  The long-billed Snipe fre-quents our clime About the chil-ly au-tumn time.]

[Illustration:  The Ti-ger, from his hid-den lair, Springs on the tra-vel-ler un-a-ware.]