St. Nicholas, Vol. 13, No. 12, October 1886Various
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St. Nicholas, Vol. 13, No. 12, October 1886
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals; Children's periodicals, American
M. C. S.
With the foregoing letter came also a letter from M. C. S.’s mother,
conveying such kind and hearty words that ST. NICHOLAS can not refrain
from printing it also:
ST. LOUIS, MO.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I wish I could tell you what a blessing
your magazine has been to our children, of whom the eldest,
now almost nineteen years old, enjoys it as much as her little
sister of nine. I have found it a great assistance in amusing
and instructing my little ones, and I am sure they will never
feel old enough to give it up.
We wish you a long and prosperous life, and hope you may for
many years to come send the same joy and delight to the hearts
of children everywhere that you have in years past, and to ours.
Respectfully,
MRS. S. E. S.
* * * * *
MEMPHIS, TENN.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have been taking you for nearly five
years, but I never wrote you a letter before. I think little
Lord Fauntleroy is the sweetest little fellow I ever read
about. Every time I get a new number of ST. NICHOLAS, I sit
down on the rug by mamma and read “Little Lord Fauntleroy”
out loud for mamma and my little sister to hear. Mamma and
papa both like it ever so much. I liked “Davy and the Goblin”
very much, too, and was sorry when it ended. But if I were to
go on telling you how many of your stories I liked, I would
make you so tired you would never put my letter in print. I am
eleven years old, and I live out in the suburbs of Memphis. I
sometimes get to studying out every one of the Brownies’ faces,
and whenever I do, it makes me laugh heartily.
Your faithful reader,
E. P. P.
* * * * *
GARDINER’S ISLAND, N. Y.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We have taken you for four years, and are
very glad when you come to us every month. We live on an
island, and are not very far away from Montauk Point, L. I.
The island is very beautiful, and of about three thousand five
hundred acres.
When we drive in the woods, we watch for the lovely deer, which
are wild and leap away when they hear the slightest sound.
We each have our riding-horse, and enjoy it very much here.
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