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NELSONS' LONDON TOY BOOKS. ONE SHILLING.

T. NELSON AND SONS, LONDON, EDINBURGH, AND NEW YORK.


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COLLIE DOGS.THE shepherd has left his flock for atime in charge of his two faithful

dogs, and he has no cause to fearthat any harm will come to his well-cared-forsheep in his absence. They crop the shortgrass in peace upon the breezy hills, watchedby the trusty dogs, who will not suffer one ofthem to stray beyond the bounds of safety.See the brown dog with his ears pricked upand an anxious look in his fine eye ! Heseems to be thinking that one of the sheepwanders a little too far from the rest ; and ina moment he will bound away over the greenhill-side to drive it gently back again. Theblack-and-white collie is also keeping a sharplook-out over the sheep feeding below him.He has curled himself round, with his bushytail over his cold nose, as if about to enjoy alittle nap. But his wakeful, watchful eyes arewide open, and he will not close them in sleeptill his master returns.

Collies are very clever creatures. They

seem to know that sheep are weak and silly,and that they must do their best to guardthem from ill ; so when left in charge of theflock, they will not allow them to stray nearthe edges of cliffs, lest they tumble over andhurt themselves, nor to go out of sight for amoment.The shepherd is very happy when he sits

among his sheep upon a sunny hill-side withhis dogs beside him. Sometimes he takes theHoly Book with him that was once his father'streasure, and perhaps reads from it the wordsthat have given comfort to many : " The Lordis my shepherd ; I shall not want. He makethme to lie doAvn in green pastures : he leadethme beside the still waters." Then closing theold Bible, he fastens the clasp again with athoughtful look. Perhaps he is thinking ofthe great love of Jesus the Good Shepherd,and praying that wife, children, and friendsmay one day be gathered by him into thesweet fold of heaven.


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SHEPHERD'S DOG IN THE SNO^V.

How sad it must be to be caught ina snow-storm upon the hills ! Ina few moments the sky is darkwith clouds, and many a poor traveller has

wandered in the blinding snow and sleet,benumbed with cold, till at length, tired outwith trying to find a path which would leadto a place of shelter, he has sunk down in de-spair and slept the sleep of death far fromfriends and home. Sometimes a poor wandei'erhas been saved by a good dog that has beensent to seek him, with a bottle hanging to itscollar, in which was some warm cordial torevive the traveller if faint. And the wearyman, who seemed just ready to perish, hasdrunk of the cordial and risen with newstrength to follow the brave dog to the homeof the kind people who sent it to his help.When a snow-storm rages, the shepherd isvery anxious to get all his sheep safely intothe fold as soon as possible ; and if one ismissing, he bids his good dog go at once toseek it. Despite the howling wind which up-roots the trees, and the fury of the tempest,the faithful creature hurries over the hills onhis errand of mercy. Perhaps he finds thelost sheep lying weak and helpless, half buriedin a snow-drift. How he scratches away tillhe lias removed the white covering ! Then

he barks, and pushes the sheep, and even givesit now and then a slight bite, that he maymake it rise, and that he may drive it homebefore him. If the dog does not succeed, hewill run back to his master and ask him bysigns for assistance, which will soon be given,and the poor sheep brought safely home.

The shepherd values his dogs highly, aswell he may. No task which he sets themseems too hard for them to perform. Theywatch his face, and even before he speaks theyact as if they knew what he was going to say.Thus we cannot wonder that when a sheep-dog dies his owner should sorrow over him asif he had lost a dear friend. He cannot for-get his faithful service and loving ways, andknows not how he shall manage his flock with-out him. He must begin at once to train ayoung dog to tend the sheep ; but he cannothelp feeling it will never quite fill the j^lace ofthe valued creature he has lost.No one can say good-bye to a true friendwithout a feeling of sorrow, even though thatfriend be only a jDoor dog. And if the shep-herd drops a tear or two over the faithfulcreature lying cold and dead, he need not beashamed of his grief Hard indeed must bethe heart which is not sad at the loss of atrusty dog.


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A DISTINGUISHED MEMBER OFTHE HUMANE SOCIETY.

WHAT a noble dog ! No wonder thatthe children of the house where helives are fond and proud of him, forDash is as gentle as he is strong. Sometimesthe baby pulls his wavy coat, and even putsher fat finger into his soft brown eye ; butthough Dash feels the pain, he never growsangry enough even to show his white teeth ather. He seems to think, " She is only a baby,and does not know how she hurts me ; and itwould be mean indeed to harm a sweet andhelpless infant."Dash is very fond of a swim in the sea, so

the children love to take him for a walk on thebeach and see him plunge into the waves afterthe sticks they throw in the water. He is notafraid of a cold bath in the wliite foam, for hecomes fresh and clean out of the surf, and thechildren laugh and run away from the waterwhich he shakes out of his curly coat. Hewas never known to stand shivering on thewet stones on the beach, looking at the wavesas if he thought, " The water must be verycold to-day, I dare not plunge into it." No ;in he goes, summer or winter, and alwaysseems the better for his bath. Dash seems toknow what some boys and girls forgetthat

the freqtient use of pure water keeps bothchildren and dogs healthy.Noble Dash has a kind master, who valueshis faithful dog, and who would not part withhim for a pile of silver and gold. He neverforgets the day when his fair -haired littleMary was washed by a big wave into the seaas she ran towards her ball, which Tom hadthrown into the tide. Dash at the time waslying as if asleep on a heap of sea-weed a shortdistance off. At the cry of Mary's nurse hebounded away, and in a moment was battlingin the midst of the waves. He soon had littleMary's dress held fast in the grip of his strongteeth, and swam bravely with her ashore.Good dog ! who could repay him for such anoble deed 1 Mary's father and mother pattedand praised him, and nurse and the childrencried over him and hugged him, all drippingas he was from the salt sea ; and that night,when little Mary was warmly asleep in herbed, and the household met together at thehour of evening prayer, no one was surprisedthat Mary's father thanked God that he hadmade so noble a dumb creature as faithfulDash, who had saved the life of his darlingchild.


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CHILDREN WITH RABBITS.IT is very sad when a poor rabbit is hungry,and scratches at the door of its hutch, and

even gnaws the bars, because a boy or agirl forgets to bring it food. Poor thing! per-haps it can see a heap of new-mo^vn grass inthe yard, and smell the sweet scent of the cutclover, but no one gives it a handful for itssupper. Alas ! to forget is to be cruel.

It is not so wdth the pretty rabbits in thepicture. See how fat and sleek they areThe kind boy and the dear little girl with thecurly hair not only love to nurse their tamepets, but to feed them. Every moz'ning andevery night they carry them fresh food ; andon fine summer evenings, when the red skyglows with clouds of purple and gold, they letthe rabbits have a nice run in the yard beforethey bid them good-night. Then the prettycreatures skip and frisk about with joy, andthe children laugh to see what bounds theymake in the air.A little dog with long soft ears always fol-lows his young master into the yard where therabbits live, but he never offers to harm one ofthem. Sometimes they come quite close tohim, and even smell his cold, black nose, but

he does not mind it. Most dogs dislike rabbitsso much that they snap at them or even killthem if they come near ; but Carlo is too welltrained to do anything unkind or cruel. Whenhe was quite a puppy he was taught that hemust often give up his own way and alwaysobey. And Carlo learned the lesson so wellthat he does not forget it now he is older.And if little children would grow up goodand loved and happy, they must learn, hke thesoft-eared dog, to do as they are told. It isnot a nice sight to see boys and girls poutingand crying because they cannot always havethe things they wish. We once felt sorry tosee a rosy-cheeked child with his mouth fullof sweetmeats wonying his mother for more.She looked very pale and ill, as if she couldscarcely bear the noise he made ; but wdien shetold him more would make him sick, he criedwith passion. Now Cai-lo would like a raceround the yard after the young rabbits, whoeat their supper in peace on the low tableunder which he Lies ; but he does not do whathe likes, because, though he is only a dog, hehas learned to obey. And should a dog behavebetter than a child ?


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DIGNITY AND IMPUDENCE.WHAT a bold little terrier ! He is notat all afraid of the large hound with

the smooth, drooping ears and thebig paws, soft as silk, hanging over the frontof the kennel. He cannot be afraid, for hehas pushed his small self into the kennel besidehim ; and there he sits, quite at home.The great hound could kill the small terrier

with one snap of his big jaws ; but he is toonoble and kind to harm a little creature thattrusts him so well that he even ventures to sitbeside him. Besides, he may be glad of thelittle dog's company, for he has a heavy chainhanging to the collar on his neck, and so hecannot enjoy freedom and race about the fields,and hunt for rats, like the rough terrier. Itis dull work just to go only as far as a chain

permits, and the visit of even a small friendmay be cheering.Many a man shut up in a gloomy prison haswelcomed the coming of a bright-eyed mousefrom its hole in his cell to help him to whileaway the weary hours. How glad he has feltto see the little creature appear in the cornerto eat the crumbs of bread he scattered for iton the floor after his naeal. And the hand-some hound perhaps would feel very dull ifthe sharp terrier ceased to come to his bigkennel, though the playful little creature mighttease him at times by biting liis long ears infun and impudence. A great dog seldomharms a smaller one, just as a big boy withproper feeling would never thrash a littleboy.


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SUSPENSE.WHY does that fine hound sit so still,watching at the closed door ? He

seems to be waiting for his masterand he has an anxious look in his eyes, as if hefeared some harm had come to liim. How helistens, that he may catch the first far-off soundof his master's step ! We trust he may soonhear the firm, well-known tread in the hallthat the closed door may open, and with deepbark he may welcome his master home. If hedoes not return, the noble dog will perhaj^s dieof griefMany a good dog has pined to death throughthe loss of its master ; and we once heard of afaithful creature which died of joy at hisowner's return after a long absence. Likethe fine hound in the picture, he patientlywatched and waited to hear the glad sound ofthe footstep he knew so well. Day after dayand week after week he sat on the top of theflight of steps that led down to the gardengate, looking down the road by which hismaster went, to catch the first glimpse of himreturning home. Months passed away, andstill the dog watched and waited ; but themaster did not come. One morning the post-man brought a letter, and the glad news rangthrousfh the house that he would return that

day. The dog seemed to guess what the joyof the household meant, and was the first togreet his master when he drove up to thedoor. He leaped high in the air to hck liisowner's face and hands, and cried aloud forgladness. But, alas ! both the leaping and thecrying were soon at an end. The faithful dog'sjoy was too great for him to bear, and hedropped dead at his master's feet.When we read of such love as this, felt by apoor dog for a human being, how strange itseems that brothers and sisters should some-times show less love for each other than dumbcreatures for man ! Shall a dog, that knowsso Httle, be so full of love and kindness as todie of joy, and shall boys and girls, who havebeen taught so much, live to fall out mth eachother and to give pain ? Oh, how can theylove each other as they ought when theyquarrel sadly? How often a poor nurse getsa bad headache because Uttle children cry andscream, and snatch each other's toys, and willnot be good ! The nursery should be aplace of peace and love, a place of sweetsmiles and happy looks and blooming facesbut, alas! it is often a place of tears andstrife instead. " Little children, love oneanother."


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DASH, HECTOR, NERO, AND LORY.

WE once knew a little boy whoseparents gave him some beautifulgold-fish for a birth-day present.He was very pleased with them, and loved to

feed them and to watch their graceful move-ments as they swam about in the clear waterin their bowl of glass. But one day the boy'sface seemed to have lost its happy look, andwe asked him if he had ceased to care forthe pretty gold-fish of which he was once sofond. He answered, "No;" but said heoften wished he had " something he couldstroke." He was very happy when we toldhim he should have a tame mouse whichallowed a child to coax it, and went awaywith a bright smile to ask his parents' leaveto take it home.We did not wonder at the wish of the littleboy to have " something to stroke," for allkind children have the same desire. Whetherthe pet be a pony or a donkey, a cat or a dog,it must be stroked whenever the boy or girlcomes near it. We have seen a small raggedchild sitting in a gutter stroking a very dirtytame goose ; and we have also heard that ourgood Queen was once fond of stroking thosehandsome dogs, named Dash, Hector, andNero, which you see in the picture. Thosedogs were well cared for, and were never

hungry like some poor animals ; and howoften they must have wagged their tails andtried to lick our Queen's soft hand when shestroked their smooth heads and patted theirbacks and said, " Good dog !"

Doubtless she stroked the bright plumageof the pretty lory, or parrot, also. It was avery tame bird, and she petted it greatly, forit was a present to her from one she lovedvery dearly. She cared for it so much thatshe had its likeness painted ; and the picturehangs in one of her palace-homes.

Birds often enjoy the feeling of having theirfeathers smoothed down by children's lighthands. Tame pigeons or doves sit very stillto be gently stroked ; and we have seen alarge fat hen standing quietly on a log ofwood beside a lady who softly stroked itssmooth brown back.And what parent does not delight to placea loving hand on the head of a dear, obedientchild and smooth his shining hair 1 And whatgood child, when he feels the kind hand's pres-sure, does not pity the poor boys and girlswho have no fathers and mothers to show themthis token of love 1 If a child has no one tolove him, he should have something to love.So it will be well if he can keep " somethingto stroke."


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RETURN FROM THE WARREN.DID you ever visit a rabbit-warren 1It is often a sandy heath, where

numbers of wild rabbits live in holesin the ground. They lie asleep in these holesduring the day ; but when the red sun goesdown in the west, and the silver moon shedsher soft light upon the earth, the rabbits wakeup and come forth to enjoy themselves. Ifyou stand quietly a little distance off, you willcatch sight of their white tails as they frisk byhundreds among the ferns and heather. Someare cropping the soft gi-ass, and some standingon their hind legs to nibble the tender shootsof the fiirze-bushes. Others skip and run inthe moonlight, and lie down panting for breathafter the leaping and racing. Look whereyou will, the whole warren seems to teem withhajipy life.

Rabbits are very timid. The least noisealarms them, and if you were only to clapyour hands, they would all be down in theirholes under ground in a moment. Pretty andbright-eyed as they are, the farmer does notlike them, because they will not always stayamong the ferns and furze-bushes, but wanderinto his fields, when he is fast asleep, to eatthe newly-springing com. He was pleased tosee it growing so nicely, and is grieved thatthe tender blades should be eaten off. Andit vexes him that the rabbits should also stealat night into his well-kept garden, and not

only devour his lettuces, but even munch awayat his wife's i^inks and carnations, which werejust about to open their sweet blossoms. Sothe farmer makes war with the frisking rabbitsthat do him mischief, and destroys as manyas he can catch.And yet we feel sorry they must die, andmore sony still that there are young peoplewho think it good sport to hunt them out oftheir holes ^vith feiTets and dogs.

See that nice-looking boy on the jDretty ponyin the picture. He has been with his cleverdogs to a warren to kill as many rabbits as hecould, and he seems well pleased that four hangdead across his saddle behind him. The dogsare pleased also, and wag their tails whentheir young master praises them for whatthey have done.Of course the rabbits must be killed, as

they are good food for man, and the land wouldbe overrun with them if they were not de-stroyed ; still we cannot but regret that put-ting them to death shoidd give delight ratherthan pain. Dogs know no better than to takepleasure in worrying and killing the funycreatures that cannot defend themselves ; butkind-hearted children -will never enjoy suchcruel sport. They would say, " You tell usthe poor rabbits must be destroyed ; but wehave watched them frisking for joy in the twi-lig-ht, and we would rather not see them die."


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