﻿12 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



The Aztec Children. 



As my friend Neddie Naylor was trundling his hoop one hot day ? 

 at the head of some ten or twelve other boys, and shouting every 

 little while to encourage those who lagged behind, he saw an old- 

 fashioned chaise, drawn by a very venerable old horse, slowly mov- 

 ing along the road. 



" That chaise belongs to ray uncle Oliver, or else my name isn't 

 Naylor," said Neddie to himself, as he viewed the chaise. 



Giving his hoop another crack, he pressed on in advance of his 

 schoolmates, until a head appeared peering from the chaise. It was 

 a noble-looking head too, covered with a broad-brimmed white hat, 

 and displaying a face as good natured as a warm heart could make 

 it. The features were large, without being coarse. The lips wore 

 a pleasant smile ; the eyes looked quite merry, as they scanned Mas- 

 ter Neddie's movements. 



No sooner did Neddie see that face than he exclaimed, " There's 

 my uncle Oliver ! Good by, boys ! " 



In another moment he was by the side of the horse, which stopped 

 at his approach. 



" How are you, my boy ? " asked his uncle. 



" Quite well, I thank you, uncle Oliver. I am glad to see you," 

 said Neddie. 



" Well, come up into my chaise, boy, and ride down with me to 

 the house," added his uncle. 



Neddie walked round to the other side of the chaise, carefully 

 placed his hoop inside of the dasher, and then jumped up beside his 

 uncle ; and they rode on in company to Neddie's home. 



Neddie's uncle had but recently returned from a visit to New 

 York. He was very fond of his little nephew, and loved to instruct 

 him. Neddie was equally fond of listening to his uncle, and to 

 hoard up in his mind the things he heard from his lips. So, on the 

 evening of his uncle's arrival, he said to him, - 



" Please, uncle, tell me if you saw any thing wonderful in New 

 York." 



" Yes, Neddie, I saw the AZTEC CHILDREN." 



