I could not hear her shrieks, for I was a mile away; but the sight was enough for me. I seized my trumpet. "Shipmate, ahoy!" I shouted to the sailor-chap. No answer. It was plain that the sailor-chap did not care in the slightest degree for that poor suffering child. Nobody offered to help her. "Steer for the shore!" I said to my helmsman. "Bear down to the rescue!" We landed as soon as we could, but not without some delay, and when we reached the place it was too late. Nurse, carriage, sailor-chap, and all were gone. What was the fate of that poor infant is a mystery to me to this day. But I tell the story as a warning to all mothers against trusting their children to a careless nurse. JACK TAR. [Illustration] FEEDING THE FOWLS. PECKING away, and looking so knowing, Feathers and tails in the breezes blowing, "Cluck, cluck, cluck!" come the hens to be fed, And Edith is scattering crumbs of bread. The peacock comes also, strutting so grandly, His long tail behind him trailing so blandly, Doesn't he look as proud as a king, With his crown, and his tail, and his brilliant wing! S. T. U. [Illustration] A POLITE DANDELION. By GEORGE COOPER. "OH, what shall I do, Dandelion? My white satin gown will be spoiled: The rain has begun; I've nowhere to run; And my bonnet and all will be soiled." "Don't be in a flutter, Miss Miller, And where are you going so fast? My sunshade of gold Above you I'll hold Till this very hard shower has passed." [Illustration] MASTER BABY. MASTER BABY has been playing in the park all the morning. He has been chasing a butterfly. He did not catch the butterfly. But he has come home with two rosy cheeks and a good appetite. Now he must have his dinner. Tie his bib around his neck. Seat him at the table. Give him some soup. Now cut him up some meat and potato, and let him feed himself. He is a little awkward; but a hungry boy will soon learn how to handle a fork. Let him alone for that. It will not take long to teach him how to use a knife too. Boys need a good deal of food to make them strong and hearty. Give them plenty of fresh air. Let the sun shine on them. Then they will be sure to eat with a relish. J. K. L. TWO SMALL BOYS. THIS is our Sam. He is the boy who goes to sea in a bowl. He throws out a line, and catches a fish. What does the fish look like? Where would Sam be if the bowl should tip over? Would he get wet? [Illustration] This is Billy with his whip. He thinks he would like to drive a coach. But where will he get his team? He will find it, I dare say, without going out of the room. [Illustration] An arm-chair will do for a coach, and a pair of boots will make a fine span of horses.