THE NURSERY _A Monthly Magazine_ FOR YOUNGEST READERS. VOLUME XXIX.--No. 6. BOSTON: THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY, NO. 36 BROMFIELD STREET. 1881. Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1881, by THE NURSERY PUBLISHING COMPANY, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. [Illustration: JOHN WILSON & SON. UNIVERSITY PRESS.] [Illustration: Contents.] IN PROSE. PAGE The Careless Nurse 161 Master Baby 165 Two Small Boys 166 A Saucy Visitor 168 How Georgie Fed his Fawn 171 Drawing-Lesson 177 A Picnic in a Strange Garden 178 Two Small Girls 182 The Careful Nurse 183 Ralph's Great-Grandmother and her History 185 IN VERSE. PAGE Feeding the Fowls 163 A Polite Dandelion 164 Kitty didn't mean to 167 The Rose 173 Margie's Trial 180 Why the Chick came out 184 June 188 [Illustration] [Illustration: VOL. XXIX.--NO. 6.] THE CARELESS NURSE. THE rights of man do not give me much concern; neither do I trouble myself much about the rights of woman. My mission is to look after the rights of children. I never forget this wherever I may be. Some people may think that the rights of children are safe enough in the care of the fathers and mothers. Are they indeed! How many children are sent out, day after day, in charge of nurses? Who protects the children against careless and cruel nurses? Anxious mother, answer me that. Many cases of gross neglect have come under my eye. I will mention one case that took place last summer at the seaside. I was out in my yacht at the time. Scanning the shore with my spy-glass, this is what I saw:-- A good-looking young woman was pushing a baby-carriage before her. In the carriage was a little child. The young woman seemed to be singing, and all went well until a young man came up and walked by her side. From his dress I should say that he was a sailor. Perhaps he had just landed from a man-of-war. His trousers had the man-of-war cut. The young man and the young woman talked and laughed together as they went along. They seemed to be very good friends. But what became of the infant in the carriage? Poor child! She fell off the seat. Her head hung over the side of the carriage, just in front of the wheel, and there she lay shrieking for help.