St Nicholas [serial] . ions.—1. Together, three got, got there. 2. Ballad,all bad. 3. Minute, in mute. 4. I led, idle. 5. Noised, is done. 6Allowance, O ! ail we can. Metagram.—Bane, cane, Dane, Jane, lane, mane, pane, sane,vane, wane. Correct Answers to all the puzzles in the July number were received from Marion Abbott. Answers to Special Puzzles in the July Number were received, previous to July 18th, from Alice B. Moore, James J. Ormsbee,Allie Bertram, Albert Pider, Grace G. Chandler, W. L. M., B P. Emery, Sarah D. Oakley, Susie T. Homans, George G Champlin, CharlesS. Riche, Bessie and her
St Nicholas [serial] . ions.—1. Together, three got, got there. 2. Ballad,all bad. 3. Minute, in mute. 4. I led, idle. 5. Noised, is done. 6Allowance, O ! ail we can. Metagram.—Bane, cane, Dane, Jane, lane, mane, pane, sane,vane, wane. Correct Answers to all the puzzles in the July number were received from Marion Abbott. Answers to Special Puzzles in the July Number were received, previous to July 18th, from Alice B. Moore, James J. Ormsbee,Allie Bertram, Albert Pider, Grace G. Chandler, W. L. M., B P. Emery, Sarah D. Oakley, Susie T. Homans, George G Champlin, CharlesS. Riche, Bessie and her Cousin, Arthur C. Smith, M. Marsden Hill, Emma Elliott, Fannie M. Sawyer, Charlie and Ada, Kittie , Edward W. Robinson, Edith Heard, Carrie B. Mitchell. Alfred A. Mitchell, Edward L. Heydecker, Nessie E. Stevens, ConstanceGrand Pierre, W. C. Hawley, Nellie Emerson, James Iredell, Carrie L. Bigclow, Jennie W. Cook, Lulu Way, Howard Steel Rodgers,Edith Lowry, A. L. Drof, Mamie A. Carter, and Katie E. WAIT TILL WE GET THERE, DARLING. (See poem Mother, page 769-) ST. NICHOLAS. Vol. IV. OCTOBER, 1877. No. 12. [Copyright, 1877, by Scribner & Co.] MOTHER. By M. M. D. Early one summer morning,I saw two children pass : Their footsteps, slow yet lightsome,Scarce bent the tender grass. But Nelly still kept callingFar up into the blue ; See, mother, see, how prettyWe gathered them for you. One, lately out of babyhood,Looked up with eager eyes ; The other watched her wistfully,Oppressed with smothered sighs. And when her sister pleaded,She cried—and would not go : — Angels dont live in church-yards,My mother dont, I know ! See, mother ! cried the little one, I gathered them for you ? The sweetest flowers and lilies,And Mabel has some too. Then Mabel bent and kissed her. So be it, dear, she said; We 11 take them to the arbor And lay them there instead. Hush, Nelly ! whispered Mabel, We have not reached it yet. Wait till we get there, darling,It is nt far, my pet. Fo
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