St Nicholas [numero] . •V Renoncules, clematis, nasturtium, pisello dolce,(l'ultima sopravvissuta per i giovani per vedere)e balsamo, per i chiamanti alato che chiesta in branchi;dolce-william e lychnis e rosa e bianco phlox. Il velluto dalie e gli astri e la cresta di gallo accanto,e masse di hollyhocks flaming in pride;anche snowballs e girasoli, se non di rara grazia,Rosa coraggiosamente per dimostrare che anche loro hanno avuto un posto. Syringas e giacinti questi catturato il dewAnd sun-e la meraviglia (cosiddetto) del Perù ;quale esercito! Troppi per ricordare singolarmente.Ma le nostre nonne giardino potrebbe wel-provengono tutti loro.

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St Nicholas [serial] . •v Buttercups, clematis, nasturtium, sweet pea, (The last has survived for the youngsters to see)And balm, for winged callers that sought it in flocks;Sweet-william and lychnis, and pink and white phlox. Velvet dahlias and asters and cockscomb beside, And masses of hollyhocks flaming in pride;Even snowballs and sunflowers, if not of rare grace, Rose boldly to show that they, too, had a place. Syringas and hyacinths these caught the dewAnd the sun—and the marvel (so called) of Peru ;What an army! Too many to singly recall.But our grandmothers garden could wel-come them all. The lilac of springtime is ever in mind; Its fame is as broad as the range of mankind ; Long linked with the thoughts of our ear-liest years, Its faint, luscious odor brings rapture andtears. You may boast of the Latin-named flowersof to-day, f And the leaf-beds that make such a dashing Idisplay; But I mourn for times havoc, and long torestore The garden that bloomed by our grand-mothers door.. Fftj GRIP, THE TALKING CROW. (A>z (fer-triie Tale.) By Eudora Black. Grip was his name. He was so calledin honor of the talking raven immortalizedby Charles Dickens in his story BarnabyRudge. Whether he proved worthy thename I leave to my readers to judge. Ever since I read of the original Grip Ilonged to possess a raven. But there were noravens in the country in which I lived, and thenext best thing was his cousin the crow. I hadheard and read of crows becoming interestingpets; in some instances, of their learning toarticulate a few words after having had theirtongues split — a cruel operation which I didnot believe gave them the power of speech. Itseemed as unreasonable as it was cruel, and Iwant to say that my pet was never subjected tosuch torture. He learned to talk by using histongue as nature fashioned it. Grip came into my possession in this wise:One day in April I chanced to meet a coupleof urchins who had been robbing and destroy-ing crows nests, thinking they were doi

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• bookauthordodgemar
• bookcentury1800
• bookdecade1870
• bookyear1873