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COMPRISING

HECT@R THE DGG. HOME FO@R THE HOLIDAYS.

DAME TROT AND HER CAT. GO@D CHILDREN.

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TWENTY-FOUR PAGES, OF ILLUSTRATIONS,

PRINTED IN COLOURS BY KRONHEIM.

LONDON: PREDERICR WARNE AND C@.,

BEDFORD STREET, STRAND.

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PREPACE.

GAIN the Publishers offer a new Picture Book to their little friends. The story

of Dame Trot.and her Cat is revived with

entertaining Pictures; and, in Good Children, kindness to the afflicted is the subject. Hector the Dog shows his brave adventures on the

mountains; and Home for the Holidays is

what all good boys and girls hope for, in order that they may enjoy in quiet “Aunt Louisa’s Holiday Guest.”

Bedford Street Covent Garden, W.C.

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The tea stood to draw, and the toast was done brown,

The Dame very pleased to her break- fast sat down ; |

While Puss by her side on an arm- chair sary up

And lapp’d her warm milk iIroma nice china Cup.

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Now Spot, the old house-dog, looked Onin amaze,

PHie’d never been Used abo SMC elie: cattish ways;

But Puss mew’d so sweetly, and moved with such grace,

That Spot at last liked her, and licked her white face.

The Dame went:to market and left them alone,

Puss washing her face, the dog pick- ing a bone :

But when she came back Spot was learning to dance

From Pussy, who once had had les- sons 1n F’ranee. |

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Poor little Dame Trot had no money ~ LO Spare,

And only too often her cupboard was bare; | Then kind Mrs. Pussy would catch.

a nice fish, | And serve it for dinner upon a clean dish

The rats and the mice, who wished Pussy to please,

Were now never seer at the butter Ge Gricese , |

The Dame daily found. phat their numbers grew thinner, |

For Puss’ ate a mouse every day 10F . her dinner. | |

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And whilst she went fer feed in haste—v Fer her heart was warm and kind— : The children to the parleur raced,

Their dear Aunt Jane te find.

And eried, “There is an eld blind man @utside the cettage deer. Mether will give him all she can /

She always helps the poor. .

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‘Te see peer Rever’s jey.

The blind eld man was very glad

VWvhen his deg received his share;

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And thanked kind Mary’s care.

He sate and chatted ef the past:

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Peer seldier lad! but since they met — Years their swift course had flown, x And whether he was living yet . Was to his sire unknown.

Just as he rese up te depart, A seldier tewards them came, — Whese bright red coat shone won- dreus smart_ With the golden stars ef fame

Fle asked the children if they knew. Of one named Robert Dunne.

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While the seldier bent the knee.

A blessing en them all he prayed Might be shewered from ab@ve. “And may yeu, kind, good children feel What a blissful thing is love.”

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HEGIOR: THE DOG:

‘THE little inn of Martigny Had but few guests on Christmas

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But near the door a trav ller stood, Who with his host had earnest talk,

With knapsack girt and staff in hand,

Man loves the dog, the dog loves man: The dog is trusty, strong, and brave,

And God has on the dog bestowed

The power and will man’s life to save.

| And cared not household joys to leave. |

All ready for a mountain walk.

Dark clouds are flitting o’er the sky ;

“ Nay, stay to-night; the way is long; | | | } ' . - ht A storm is brewing, trust my word,—

I hear the raven’s warning cry.

And often has the tale been told, How, borne along in eager strife,

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“ Come, friend, give up thy toilsome walk, And spend thy Christmas with us here.” |

| The landlord spoke with kindly voice,

Himself a well-train’d mountaineer.

“ Nay, press me not,” the man replied; “I must get home by Christmas Day.

|“ The mountain-pass I know right well,

Its hoary peaks and boulders gray.

“Ten years ago I left my home My fortune in the world to seek:

It seems to me a long, long time Since last I saw these mountains bleak.

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“T promised them that, come what might, | His father with his silver hair,

‘IT would be home on Christmas Day ; His mother with her kind blue eyes, So farewell; may Gon’s blessing be His sisters, little playmates once,— With me along my toilsome way.” Would he their faces recognize?

Colder and colder blew the wind, It whistled up the mountain-pass ; The blinding snow-storm flew before:

In the fast-fading evening light He then pursued his lonely road, Onward and upward through the snow, Leaving behind him man’s abode. The ice was slippery as glass. Onward he went, but cautiously : ‘Surely I have not missd my way? The night grows dark, ’t is piercing cold:

Can I hold on till dawn of day?”

Above him rose the snowy peaks, Still glowing white against the sky, And many a crevasse, deep and wide,

Around his path he could descry.

And still he battled with the storm, ‘That every moment fiercer grew,

Upward and onward still he toil’d, His heart was beating loud and fast: He'd reach his own dear fatherland, Danger and toil were well-nigh past.

And stronger came the dreadful thought ‘That he the way no longer knew.

He long’d to hear his father’s voice, _ And now his strength is ebbing fast; His mother’s kiss once more to feel, | His head is sinking on his breast. And in the quiet restful home, | Oh! could he in that fearful storm

With them once more in prayer to kneel. But find some shelter, gain some rest!

He long’'d to spread before their gaze | Happy for him that at that time, The honest gains of many a year, Alone upon the mountain-side,

Farnd with hard toil for those he lov’d, | He knew that to his Father's love And guarded with a jealous care. His life or death he might confide.

The eddying snow-wreath whirl’daround, | Nor men alone composed the group: Snow hid the path, snow fill'd the air. Four dogs, of pure St. Bernard blood,

He fell unconscious to the ground, Or slept unconscious on the hearth, The object of a Father's care. Or by their masters proudly stood;

Above the smooth white-sheeted snow | Calm, lofty, steadfast, great, and strong,

The convent-walls rose dark and high, A picture of the mountains round ; And bright the clear, cold stars look’d | Both dogs and masters in one tie down Of kindly brotherhood fast bound.

From out the wind-swept winter sky.

What was their life ? had selfish aim

The stately shadows, broad and dark, Enticed them to this lonely spot, Lay stretch’d along the mountain-side, | Life’s toil and burden to escape, And through the narrowwindowsgleamd.| Its battle-field to enter not?

The blazing logs of Christmas-tide. | No, surely; not in sinful ease

It was the holy Christmas Eve, The daily life of each was spent, When joyin Christian homes should be, | But to fight hand in hand with Death And in this lonely monast'ry Each nerve was strain’d, each powr

Was friendly talk and quiet glee. was bent. And truly none deserved it more For here, amongst the snow and ice, Than these lone men of lowly mind, The everlasting winter cold, Who, in their Master's steps to tread, | Full many a weary traveller

Had left the pleasant world behind. Had died unknown since days of old.

That was a scene for painter’s art, And so to seek and save the lost Those men so calm, so free from strife,|_ | These men and dogs were living here; Who bore upon each rugged face Bravely they daily risk’d their lives,

The impress of a noble life. Nor eer gave way to thought of fear.

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To celebrate the joyful feast And sure I am that for his life With the best cheer their stores afford.| With stormand snowhe'll have to fight.

The noble dogs are feasting now, « And if but once he miss the path Fed with kind hands and loving care, | Hard by the precipice which winds,

for if they share their masters’ toils, | A fearful sight ’t will be for him Their joys and feasts they also share. The mangled traveller that finds.

“ Brethren and friends,” the Prior said, | “ But, see, the dogs are on the track: -“ The night grows wild, the storm gets} See how with one consent they go; high, | They ve turned the point, they re out of The dogs are restless ; some must go, sight : If help is needed, to be nigh. And, hark! that baying down below!”

“This night we ‘ll sing our hymn to Gop The monks rush on with breathless speed, With shepherds and the angelic host ; All on the strain, no word they say ; But you will praise whilst yet you serve, But as they breast the storm-blasts rage,

And by the serving praise Him most.” With silent earnestness they pray. So, taking hatchets, torches, ropes, They turn the point, and down below The monks and dogs together went ; The eager, striving dogs they see, They make towards the mountain-pass, | All on a narrow ledge that hangs

And soon the dogs are on a scent. Projecting o'er the icy sea.

Smelling and sniffing through the storm, | There’s one way down, but e’en in light, Their noble heads bent to the snow, When all is calm, on summer's day,

Close follow’d by the stalwart monks, While in pursuit of mountain goat, They bravely up the mountain go. The hunter dreads that dizzy way.

The brothers pause, and peering down, | Anxious and eager rush the dogs

Each grasps the other as he stands ; To where a face of hopeful glow The noble hounds will do till death And firm resolve, in death-like swoon, What their life-saving law commands.| Peers upward from the open‘d snow.

; What , * First one and then the other down dogs could do these dogs have done; Man’s skill and care must do the rest ;

That fearful ing at fearful steep, with shuddering And sooner far than could be thought

cry, ‘ ; - Their efforts with success were blest. They creep, they cringe, they bound, they roll, Wea: ac cue coh aly f But other cares await them now: -slip swi P ioe No sooner had they shown the man, Then, darting off with eager haste,

The snow-slip takes a happy turn, The hounds to farther distance ran.

And lands them on the icy sea, And sharp glad barkings upward send The tidings of their victory.

Hector they seek with whine and cries; They scratch the appalling mound of snow, : Which, loosen’d from the mountain-side, And thanks to Gop! the storm 1s past, sate Had swept them with it down below. The gentle moon gives out her light To guide their footsteps d h steep, | +7.- : ben - 4 se anes ae Ge 7 Vain work for dogs! vain work for men! id their swing from height to : , oe te Se a | Thousands of tons of ice and snow, | | )

het Heap'd up in one vast funeral pile, Poor Hector holds entombed below. They reach at length the sea of ice, Three dogs come bounding to their Alas! poor Hector! Gone for him side : Those scampers on the mountain’s side, The fourth, brave Hector, where was he | Where to lead men from height to height -Hurl'd by the avalanches slide ? Still upward, was his joy and pride.

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Gone the sweet smell of pine-clad hill, | Then on with heavy hearts and slow The bright blue sky, the sunny slope,|_ They bear with toil the rescued man,

The torrent’s roar, the eagle's cry, Mounting still upward to the height The foes with which he used to cope. | Fromwhence their steep descent began.

For winter oft would send the wolf | And slow, and hanging low their heads, To prowl among the flocks below, As if oppress'd by sense of shame

And oft the bear would seek the herds | Mingled with grief, the noble hounds That shudder’d on their path of snow.| In silence to the convent came.

Then mighty courage filled the heart There watchful care attends the couch Of Hector, bravest of the brave, Where rests the traveller return’d,

And forth he rushed with eager haste | And swift feet carry to his home The trembling flocks and herds to} Good news from one they might have save. | mourn d. | But now no more: his work is done; ‘ But as each Christmas-tide return d, The dog has met a hero's end! | And still he toil’d in life's rough way, With deep-drawn sigh the brethren mourn With thankful praise he joined in thought

Their mute companion and their friend. Hector, the dog, and Christmas Day.

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS.

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

HOME for the Holidays, here we go: | Bless me, the train is exceedingly Slow !

Pray, Mr. Engineer, get up your steam,

ANG leleus be olf with a puff and = scream !

We Nave two long hours to travel, you say;

Come, Mr. Engineer, gallop away!

I'wo hours more! why, the sun will be down

Before we reach dear old London town !

And then, what a number of fathers and mothers,

And uncles and aunts, and sisters and brothers,

Will be there to meet, us—oh!] do make haste, | |

Por lm sure Mr. Guard, we have no time to waste!

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Over Latin and sums, and that nasty Prencm Orammar:

Lectures, and classes, and lessons are done,

And now we'll have nothing but frolic ate. TL.

Horne for the Holidays, here we go:

But this Fast train is really exceed- ingly slow!

We shall have sport when Christmas comes,

When “snap-dragon” burns our fin- gers and thumbs:

Weill hang mistletoe over our dear little cousins,

And pull them beneath it and kiss Wien. by dozens:

We shall have games at “Blind Man’s Bult,’

Anda noise and laughter and romping enough.

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We'll crown the plum-pudding with bunches of bay,

And roast all the chestnuts that come

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And when ‘Twelfth Night falls we'll Wave such a cake =|

Tnat as We stand round i. the table Shall quake.

We'll draw “King and Queen,” and be happy together,

And dance old “Sir Roger” with hearts like a feather.

Home for the Holidays, here we go!

But this Fast train is really exceed- ingly slow!

And we’llgoand see ee ae Swon- derful feats,

Changing by magic whatever he meets;

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And letting off crackers in Pantaloon’s Wig.

ihe Norses that danced, too, last year in the ring; |

We remember the tune, 1t was sweet ic ae ce

And their tails and their manes, and their sleek coats so bright; |

Some cream and some piebald, some black and some white ;

And how Mr. Merryman made us all shout

When he fell from the horse and went rolling about.

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With his little dog Toby, so clever and Wise,

And poor Mrs. Judy, with tears in her eyes;

With the Constable taking him off to Lhe par,

And the gentleman, talking «his “Shalla-balla;”

With the flourishing Shick Lhav knocks all of them down,

For Punch’s delight is in breaking a crown.

Home for the Holidays! here we go.

But really this train 1S exceedingly Slow ;

Yet stay! I declare here is London at last;

The Park is right over the tunnel just past.

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Why don't the train stop? what are they about ? :

Now, now, 1b is steady,—oh! pray let us out! |

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