Produced by Emmy, Juliet Sutherland and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net. Music by Linda Cantoni. THE NURSERY _A Monthly Magazine_ FOR YOUNGEST READERS. VOLUME XXIII.--No. 2. Contents. IN PROSE. PAGE Ebony and Lucy 34 Daisy 37 My First Attempt at Fishing 40 New Method of Catching Mice 43 Jamie Canfield's Sand-Heap 45 Dick's Dream 47 Drawing Lesson 49 Romeo the Shirk 51 Tied Not Mated 54 My Kitten 55 A Lesson in Flying 58 How Little Edith Went to Sleep 62 IN VERSE PAGE The Terrible Trio 35 Shy Little Pansy 41 A Song for Baby 44 Three Little Chicks 50 Mother's Last Look 53 "Lullaby!" 60 Blow, Blow, East Wind (_with music_) 64 [Illustration: VOL. XXIII.--No. 2.] EBONY AND LUCY. [Illustration: E]BONY is the name of Lucy's black dog. I will leave you to guess why he is so called. On a bright, cold winter day, when no wind was stirring, and the ice of the pond was smooth as glass, Lucy went out, followed by Ebony. Such joyful barking as there was! Her father knew that the good dog would pull her out of the water, if the ice should break through. But the day was so cold, there was little danger from thin ice. A bright idea occurred to Lucy when she had put on her skates. She had scarfs and handkerchiefs with her, and, tying three or four of these together, she made a noose, which she threw over Ebony's head. Thus she held him, so that he could pull her on her skates over the ice. "Now, Ebony, let us see how fast you can go," said Lucy. Ebony started at a full gallop; and she began to sing,-- "We issue no tickets, we close no gate, We blow no whistle, and nobody's late; Our train is off as soon as we're in it; We go at the rate of ten miles a minute, (And that is six hundred miles an hour!)-- For ours is an engine of one-dog power; But that dog's Ebony, bold and fleet, A dog, you'll find, that is hard to beat: So look out, stragglers and tramps! I guess You'd better not trifle with our express!" Hardly had Lucy finished her song, when Ebony, who had been going at great speed for some distance, slipped on his haunches, where the ice was very smooth, and, sliding along, fell over on his side.