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very wise and grave, like some old STORIES FOR THE YOUNG. face in a quaint painting. The illus

trious General Tom Thumb once traHY PETS.

velled with my brother and this dog, and,

falling very much in love with his nameV.-TOY, THE NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.

sake, offered any price for him. Of course I now come to the very prince of pets, my brother would not think for a moment the one of all I ever had the most noble of selling his faithful friend; and even had and most dear,—Tom, a Newfoundland felt differently, I doubt very much setter, the favourite dog of my brother whether Tom, who had been used to lookAlbert. He has been a member of our ing up to full-grown men, would have family for five or six years past. We shown much obedience or respect for such brought him from the city to our pleasant a funny little fellow as the General. It village home, where we now live.

was amusing to observe the dog's manner Tom is a dog of extraordinary beauty, towards his small, new acquaintance. sagacity, and good feeling. He is very He was kind and condescending, though large, and, with the exception of his feet he sometimes seemed to think that the and breast, jet black, with a thick coat of General was a little too much inclined to fine hair, which lies in short curls, glossy take liberties with his superiors in age and silken. He has a well-formed head, and size, rather more forward and and a handsome, dark eye, full of kind- familiar than was quite becoming in a ness and intelligence. His limbs are child. small, and his feet particularly delicate. Two or three years ago, Tom was the He is, I am sorry to say, rather indolent beloved playfellow of my brother Fredein his habits, always prefers to take a rick's youngest daughter,--our little Jane. carriage to the hunting-ground when he She always seemed to me like a fairygoes sporting with his master, and he child, she was so small and delicate, with sleeps rather too soundly at night to be a such bright golden curls falling about good watch-dog. We make him useful in her face, the sweetest face in the world. various ways, however, such as carrying It was beautiful to see her at play with baskets and bundles, and sometimes we that great black dog, who was very tender send him to the post-office with and for with her, for he seemed to know that she letters and papers. These he always takes was not strong. One evening she left her the most faithful care of, never allowing play earlier than usual, and went and laid any one to look at them on the way. He her head in her mother's lap and said, is a remarkably gentlemanly dog in his “ Little Jane is tired.” That night she manner, never making free with people, sickened, and in a few, a very few days or seeming too fond at first sight ; but if she died. When she was hid away in the you speak to him pleasantly, he will offer grave, we grieved deeply that we should you a friendly paw in a quiet way, and see her face no more ; but we had joy to seem happy to make your acquaintance. know that it would never be pale with He never fawns, nor whines, nor skulks sickness in that heavenly home to which about, but is dignified, easy, and perfectly she had gone; and though we miss her at home in polite society. He is a sad still, we have great happiness in the aristocrat, treats all well-dressed comers thought that she will never be “tired" most courteously, but with shabby people any more. he will have nothing to do. Tom knows One day last spring, I remember, her how to take and carry on a joke. I recol. mother gave me a bunch of violets, saylect one evening, when we had visitors, ing, “They are from the grave of little and he was in the parlour, I put on him aJane." I suppose they were like all other gay-coloured sack of my own, and a large blue violets, but I thought then I had gipsy hat, which I tied under his throat. never seen any so beautiful. It seemed to Instead of looking ashamed and trying to me that the sweet looks of the child were get these off, as most dogs would have blooming out of the flowers which had done, he crossed the room and sprang on sprung up over the place where we had to the sofa, where he sat upright, looking laid her.

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Tom seems much attached to all our he would ask what it was; and when my family, but most devotedly so to my brother patted him on the head, bade him brother Albert. They two have hunted good bye, and passed out of the gate, forvery much together, and seem equally bidding him to follow, the faithful creature fond of the sport. If Tom sees his master whined sadly, and looked after him wist

with his hunting-dress-on, and his fowling- | fully till he was out of sight. i piece in hand, he is half beside himself After Albert had been gone about an

with joy. But when he returns from the hour, I remember that I went up into his hunt, spent and weary, he always comes room, and sat down in his favourite seat to me to be fed and petted.

by the window. Oh, how still and lonely You will remember that years have and mournful it seemed there! Near me passed by since this brother and I were hung my brother's fencing - sword and schoolmates and playmates together. He mask, which he had used only the day is now a fine young man, while I am a before; on the floor lay the game-bag, full-grown woman, who have seen the which he had always worn in hunting, and world I used to think so grand and glori- which he had flung out of his trunk, not ous, and found it no better than it should having room for it. This brought my be. But of my brother. He is our merry brother before me more clearly than youngest, you know, and so has never anything else. I took it up and held it a outgrown that peculiar fondness, that long time, mourning at heart, but I could dear love, we always give to “ the baby." not weep. Suddenly I heard a low whine While I have been writing these histories, in the hall, and Tom stole softly into the and recalling in almost every scene the

He came to me and laid his head playmate of my childhood, I can only see in my lap; but when he saw the game-bag him as a boy,-a little black-eyed, rosy- there, he set up a most mournful cry. cheeked boy; it is very difficult to think | Then I ftung my arms about him, bowed of him as a man, making his own way my head down against his neck, and burst bravely in the world. Last spring we into tears. I forgot that he was a poor observed that dear Albert's bright face dumb brute, and only remembered that had become very thoughtful and serious; he loved my brother, and my brother loved we knew that something was weighing on him, and that he mourned with me in my his mind, and finally it came out. He sorrow. After this it was very affecting was about to leave us all for a long time, to see Tom go every day, for a long while, it might be for ever; he was going to to the gate out of which he had seen his California. We were very unhappy to master pass for the last time, and then hear this, but, as it was on some accounts stand and look up the street, crying like the best thing that my brother could do, a grieved child. we finally consented, and all went to As you will readily believe, Tom is now work as cheerfully as we could to help dearer than ever to us all; we cannot see him off.

him without a sweet sad thought of that It was a bright May morning when he | beloved one so far away. I am not now left, but it seemed to us that there never at home; but I never hear from there withwas a darker or sadder day. The dear out hearing of the welfare of the noble fellow kept up good courage till it came dog which my brother, in going, bestowed to the parting; then his heart seemed to upon me. melt and flow out in his tears, fast dropping on the brows and necks of his CURIOUS FACTS.-If a tallow candle be mother and sisters, as he held them for placed in a gun and be shot at a door, it the last time to his heaving breast. But I will go through without sustaining any will not dwell on this parting, for my injury; and if a musket-ball be fired into own eyes grow so dim I cannot well see water, it will rebound and be flattened as to write.

if fired against any hard substance. A I remember that poor Tom seemed musket-ball may be fired through a pane greatly troubled that morning; he knew of glass, and if the glass be suspended by that something sad was happening, and a thread it will make no difference, and looked anxiously in our faces, as though the thread not even vibrate.

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THE WORK-TABLE FRIEND. Albert braid, when two colours are thus

laid on, parallel with each other.

In beginning to braid, draw the end BRAIDED SOFA CUSHION.

through to the wrong side of the cloth, Materials.-A square of fine cloth, with 2 then sew it down, with ordinary sewing knots of each of 2 colours, in Albert-braid.

silk, taking the stitches always over the Sewing silk to correspond.

i thin parts of the braid, by which means In selecting the colours for a sofa they are perfectly invisible. cushion, the furniture and hangings of It is much easier to braid with the new the room must be considered. The cloth material than with the flat silk braid, should be of the principal tint, and the (usually termed Russia silk), as the latter braid such as will go well with it. A is apt to work unevenly, except in very French blue ground harmonizes with expert hands. orange and black braid; a green with In braiding with two colours, do the crimson and black; gold colour with blue entire cushion with the brightest tint and black, or violet and green. Nothing first ; after which sew the other, close to it, can exceed the rich appearance of the but on the inside. In the engraving, the

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white line represents a rich crimson braid, and the black line is the black ground being a very handsome green cloth.

The pattern, which is given completely in miniature, must be enlarged to the proper size (about half a yard square). The back of the cushion may be of plain cloth or silk. Cord and tassels to correspond, should finish the edge and corners.

The cloth, marked in any colour, may be had for 5s. 9d. Albert braid ls. 2d. a knot, postage included.



NETTING Materials -2 skeins of the finest black netting silk, 6 skeins of gold thread, No. 0, 2 very handsome tassels in black and gold, and slides to correspond. A very fine netting-needle, and mesh, No. 17.

In doing netting so fine and delicate as that of the purse before us, it will be found necessary not to fill even the smallest netting-needle too full of silk; as if made too full, it becomes so difficult to pass through the loops as to tire the patience of the best worker. Begin on 4 stitches, made on a thread only as a foundation. Draw two off the mesh, and work 2 on each of the four, forming them into a round, and never keeping more than two stitches together on the mesh. Continue to work round and round, making two stitches in every small stitch, and by so doing increasing four stitches in every round, until there are 60 altogether, when you will do 49 rounds, without any increase.

After this, instead of working round, work backwards and forwards 50 rows. Again close for a round, with the same number of stitches (60), and make 49 rounds. To decrease for the end, net two stitches together 4 times in every round, until only four stitches remain. The two stitches must be taken together invariably at the quarters.

The pattern is darned entirely in gold. A star is first done at each side of the lines forming the increase or decrease, and the remainder is worked from the engraving. The pattern, which occupies 15 stitches, is repeated four times at each end. A simple zig-zag pattern, done on each side of the opening, strengthens as well as ornaments it.

In darning netting, always work in one





direction, if the pattern inclines so; but that “they convey a high impression of where (as in the present case), there is a

the original powers of their author.” In centre to each design, the darning must 1799, she published a Collection of radiate from it in opposite directions, the Original Sonnets,” which contain some right side being to the right, and the other beautiful examples of that species of combeing reversed.. This purse would look position. After this she did not publish well in cerise, blue, or green, and might be any large poem ; yet she continued to darned with silver instead of gold, in which pour forth her poetical effusions upon case the garniture must correspond with it. such occasions as interested her feelings,

The silk is the finest made in Paris, and or excited her imagination. She died on resembles that used for Maltese netting. the 23rd of March, 1809, having beThe beauty of the purse depends greatly queathed, by will, to Sir Walter Scott, on the extreme fineness of the silk em- with whom for many years she had correployed for it. Materials 106. 6d., post free. sponded, the copyright of her poems and

letters, with a request that he would super

intend their publication. EMINENT FEMALE WRITERS.

Of her character and her poetry, a distinguished critic * thus speaks : "She

was endowed with considerable genius, ANNA SEWARD, daughter of the Rev. and with an ample portion of that fine Thomas Seward, of Lichfield, was born enthusiasm which sometimes may be misin the year 1747. In her very early taken for it; but her taste was far from childhood, she showed a great passion good, and her numerous productions (a for poetry; but her mother, who had no few excepted), are disfigured by florid ortaste for it, and who had a dread lest her nament and elaborate magnificence." daughter should be a "literary lady,"

We have selected as a specimen of Miss persuaded her husband to forbid Anna Seward's poems, the following: from pursuing the natural bent of her genius. Poetry, therefore, was prohibited; and, to her praise, she sacrificed her own Wuen life is hurried to untimely close, strong and decided tastes to the inclina- In the years of crystal eyes and burnish'd hair, tion of her parents. At the age of Pire are the thoughts of death; eternal parting

From all the precious soul's yet known delights, seventeen, she lost her only sister,-a be

All she had clung to here ;--- from youth and reavement which she felt most keenly, hope, and which she subsequently made the And the year's blossom'd April; – bounding subject of an elegy. The blank in her


Which had out-leap'd the roes, when morning domestic society was, however, in a degree, supplied by the attachment of Miss Yellow'd their forest glade; - from reaper's Honora Sneyd," then residing in her father's family, whom she often mentions

And cheerful swarm of populous towus; -from

Time, in her poetry.

Which tells of joys forepast, and promises When of age to select her own studies, The dear return of seasons, and the bliss she became a professed votary of the Crowning a fruitful marriage ;—from the stores Muse, and she was known by the name of

Of well-engrafted knowledge ;- from all atter the “Swan of Lichfield." Among her first since, in the silent grave, no talk!—no music! publications was“ An Elegy to the Memory No gay surprise, by unexpected good,

Social, or individual !-no glad step of Captain Cook,” and “A Monody on

Of welcome friend, with more intenseness the Death of Major André." From the nature of the subjects, they enjoyed great Than warbled melody !-no father's counset ! popularity for the time, but are now very There nothing breathes save the insatiate worm, little read, though Sir Walter Scottt says, And nothing is, but the drear altering corse,


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Resolving silently to shapeless dust, * She was the object of Major André's attach- In unpierced darkness and in black oblivion. ment, and afterwards became Mrs. Edgeworth.

+ See the Biographical Preface of Sir Walter Scott, to his edition of Miss Seward's Poetica! * Rev. Alexander Dyce, in his "Specimens of Works, 3 vols., Edinburgh, 1840.


British Poetesses."

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