: The Nursery No. 106 October 1875. Vol. XVIII. A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers by Various - Children's literature American Periodicals The Nursery

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EDITOR'S PORTFOLIO.

With this number we begin on the last quarter of the year 1875; and we have the pleasure of informing our host of readers, young and old, that the prospects of "The Nursery" were never so encouraging as now. It has not only held its own during these hard times, but gone on increasing. Canvassers may take hold of it with the assurance that future numbers will be improvements even on the past.

"Playing the King," in our present number, will be a good piece for humorous declamation at school. Both the artist and the poet have done their work well.

For the coming holidays, there will be no juvenile work equal in attraction to the "NURSERY PRIMER," which will now soon be ready. It will be the best book for beginners ever got up. Already we have received numerous orders for it, to which we shall soon respond.

We want a special agent in every town in the United States. Persons disposed to act in that capacity, are invited to communicate with the publisher.

THE DELIGHTS OF THE SEASIDE.

Oh merry, merry sports had we, last summer on the beach,-- Lucy and Oliver and I, with Uncle Sam to teach! At times, clad in our bathing-suits, we'd join our hands, all four, And rush into the water, or run along the shore.

The wet sand, how it glistened on the sunny summer day! And how the waves would chase us back, as if they were in play! And when, on the horizon blue, a sail we would espy, How "Ship ahoy!" or "Whither bound?" we all of us would cry!

The white, white sand, so smooth and hard, oh what a place for fun! With no one by to check our screams, or say, "Now, pray, have done!" The sea-birds, not at all disturbed by all our mirthful noise, Would cry to us, as if they said, "Shout on, shout on, my boys!"

Sometimes we'd seek for flattened stones, and skim them o'er the waves; Then go where, in the piled-up rocks, the sea had hollowed caves; Or sit and feel the cooling breeze in silent happiness; Or hunt for seaweed in the clefts, and take it home to press.

And well do I remember there a little shallow creek, Where we would go and sail our ships, at least three times a week: We loaded them with cargoes rich, and sent them all to Spain; And back they came with heavy freights, by which we made much gain.

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