1883 



JUVENILE GLEANINGS. 



543 



ALL ABOXn: THE WEDDING. 



Last week I went to a wedding. The bride was 

 my cousin; last summer she taught our school, and 

 I liked her very much. She was dressed in cream- 

 colored nun's veiling, trimmed in cream-colored silk 

 lace, and she had a beautiful bouquet in her hand, 

 and she looked very pretty. The bridesmaid was 

 dresped just like her, but she was not so pretty; all 

 the folks had little bouquets pinned on their dresses 

 and coats, and they all kissed the bride, and wished 

 her much happiness, and her mother cried. They 

 had six kinds of cake for supper; the cocoanut was 

 the best of any. The girl's name was Mary Ann. 

 They gave her lots of presents, and the next day she 

 went to her new home, and they had lots of folks 

 there, and seven kinds of cake. 



Vermont, 111. Jessie Chaddock. 



Thank you, Jessie. It seems to me, that 

 if that baby Harry is so prone to tumble, it 

 would be well to have somebody lock after 

 him pretty carefully, especially as he is a 

 poor motherless little chick. Your descrip- 

 tion of the wedding is very lifelike. I pre- 

 sume there will be a great many smiles both 

 by young and old when they come to read it. 



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A BOIT'S LETTER. 



WHAT HE THINKS ABOUT TOBACCO. 



ON Tuesday I sent for a copy of your Glean- 

 ings. Since then I have been to see Mr. Bal- 

 lantine's apiary. From him I got the Sept. 

 copy, and have read it almost through, and am well 

 pleased with it. I was surprised when I read over 

 the Tobacco Column, and found you were giving a 

 smoker to all those who quit the use of tobacco, and 

 promise never to use It again. Well, I think that 

 is very kind of you, to give so grand a present as 

 that. 1 do not use tobacco. I never did, and never 

 expect to. Although a boy in my teens, I probably 

 have many years' temptation before me. But I 

 have resolved never to let it find its way to my 

 mouth. I have no smoker yet, but I will not ask 

 you to give me one to keep me from using tobacco. 



Well, I must tell you something about rnj/ apiary. 

 I worked away from home last spring and summer 

 till I got money enough to buy 5 colonies of bees. I 

 brought four of them home the first of Aug. ; the 

 other one I will not bring home till spring. I am 

 feeding them granulated sugar every night now, to 

 prepare them for wintering. I bought one of your 

 ABC books of Mr. Ballantine, and I think it is 

 worth five times the price of it. 



How many colonies have you? Is it possible that 

 you have so grand an apiary as what is represented 

 in your ABC book? N. A. Geyeb. 



Sago, Musk. Co., O., Sept. 29, 1883. 



I am glad to hear your good resolutions, 

 my young friend, and I am glad you like the 

 ABC book.— We have now about 200 colo- 

 nies. We have just reduced them from 

 something over 300. Our apiary is exactly 

 as shown in the picture, except that it is not 

 full of hives. The grapevines are all there, 

 and the walks are just as you see them, ex- 

 cept that the new factory has encroached 

 upon one side of the apiary, and has some- 

 what marred Mts appearance ; but Mr. Gray 

 and the men* are busily at work removing 

 the debris, and restoring it to its original ap- 

 pearance as yom see jtin tbe_A B C book. 



Every girl or boy, under 15 years of 

 age, who writes a letter for this depart- 

 ment, CONTAINING SOME VALUABLE FACT, 

 NOT GFNERALLY KNOWN, ON BEES O'- OTHER 



MATTERS, will receive one of David Cook's 

 excellent five-cent Sunday-school books. 

 Many of these books contain the same 

 matter that you find in Sunday-school 

 books costing: from $1.00 to SI..™.' If you 

 have had one or more books, give us the 

 names that we may not send the same 

 twice. We have now in stock, six different 

 hooks, as follows: Silver Keys, Sheer Off, 

 The Giant Killer, The Robv'Family, Kes- 

 cued from Egypt, and Ten Nights in a Bar- 

 Room. 



" A chiel's amang ye, takin' notes; 

 Au' faith, he'll prent it." 



Like as a father pitleth his children, so the Lord 

 pitieth them that fear him. — Ps. 103: 13. 



f' SUPPOSE, children, that many of you 

 ai-e aware that a good shepherd knows 

 ~' every sheep in his flock. To an outward 

 observer they would look about all alike, and 

 yet there is difference enough so that the 

 owner knows each one, much as vou do all 

 your acquaintances. Stranger still, you can 

 tell your friends without seeing them, by 

 simply hearing their voices. You are ac- 

 quanted with, may be, a thousand people or 

 more, and yet no two have voices just alike. 

 Still again, those thousand acquaintances 

 would probably have their handwriting so 

 ditferent that no two would be so near alike 

 but that you could distinguish one from the 

 other. Well, itisnotonlyin looks and voices 

 and handwriting, but our dispositions are 

 ditterent. Even small children need dif- 

 ferent treatment; and I have begun to think 

 that babies four or five months old need to be 

 understood to be treated intelligently. I sup- 

 pose you know what I am driving at. It is 

 something more about Peter. And this is 

 what I want to tell you about him : Peter 

 has little peculiarities, and needs to be under- 

 stood to know how to care for him. He is a 

 nervous baby. I discovered some time ago 

 that he would often cry, and seem to be in 

 pain, where it was simply nervousness, or 

 because he wanted to go to sleep and could 

 not. Well one day 1 came in and he was 

 crying as if in pain, throwing himself back- 

 ward, and putting his thumb in his mouth 

 and then taking it out again, and then acting 

 as if he wanted something, he liardly could 

 tell what. Even mamma failed in her efforts 

 to soothe him and get him to sleep. I told 

 her that perhaps papa could entertain him, 

 and she quite willingly handed over the soft 

 little burden. I took him in my arms, then 

 sung a hymn while I walked the floor, 

 swinging my body so as to give him a sort of 

 rocking motion ; in a minute he turned over 

 against my breast, put his little pink thumb 

 in his mouth, lay (juiet and still, and in a lit- 



