1869. 



NEW ENGLAND FAIUIER. 



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[Copied by permission from The Nur8ery.'\ 

 THE HIDE TO BOSTON". 



"Coach all ready for Boston !" shouts 

 William as he climbs up to the driver's seat, 

 and pulls hard at the reins, and cracks his 

 whip. You see the coach, do you not ? but 

 where are the horses ? I think there must be 

 some ; for it seems to take all William's 

 strength to hold them in. It is hard work to 

 drive a stage-coach. 



Mary and her*little dolly are the only pas- 

 sengers inside. Dolly's health is poor, and 

 her mamma is taking her to Boston to see the 

 doctor. Mary has on an elegant bonnet, 

 which she found in a bandbox in the garret. 

 I hope it does not make her feel proud. 



Rachel thinks it much nicer to ride on top 

 of the coach, where she can have a fine view 

 of all the places they pass through. She has 

 her mother's parasol, which will keep the sun 

 from burning her. 



James and Ilarry are on behind. I wonder 

 if William kqpws they are there. If he, does, 

 I think he is too kind-hearted to drive them 

 off, even though they have no pennies with 

 which to pay for a ride. 



Frisk barks at the coach, as dogs are so 

 fond of doing ; and little Mary tries to climb 

 up by her brother William's side. She does 

 not want to be left behind this fine day, when 

 all the boys and girls are going to Boston. 

 Look out, little Mary, and do not get run 

 over. 



"I do not believe they are going at all," 

 says my little Margaret, who looks over my 

 shoulder; "for see, the coach has only one 



wheel, and that is off! They are only play- 

 ing, just as I do on the old coach back of the 

 barn." 



What do you think of it, little reader ? 

 L. B. II., in Nursery. 



FEEDING THE PIGEONS, 



Some years ago a man left some money to 

 the city, directing in his will that at two 

 o'clock every day, in one of the public 

 squares, all the pigeons should be fed. Now, 

 perhaps, you may think that pigeons do not 

 know how to count, and cannot tell the differ- 

 ence between two o'clock and four o'clock, or 

 between a quarter before two and a quarter 

 after two. Well, I do not suppose that they 

 can tell the time by looking at the large clock, 

 or that they can count ; but this I know that 

 they can tell whefi their dinner is ready as 

 well as any of the children who read this 

 paper. A large bell, and it is a very large 

 one, strikes the hours, and a smaller bell 

 strikes the quarters. Thus the little bell says 

 one, two ; then the great bell says one. That 

 means two-quarters after one, or half-past 

 one. By and by the little bell strikes one, 

 two, three, and the brg bell strikes one : that 

 means three-quarters after one, or, quarter 

 before two. But pigeons do not mind that at 

 all. In a little while the small bell says one, 

 two, three, four. Then I saw crowds of 

 pigeons coming in all directions, over the 

 houses, through the streets and lanes, and by 



