Part 9

Bruno immediately plunged in, and brought her safe to the bank, as we have seen; but Isabelle learnt a good lesson, which she never forgot, and that was, obedience to her parents; for with obedience to their commands, they will be always more pleased and happy, than with the most lovely flowers in the field.

BESSIE LEE.

In an old school-house in one of our rural villages, one beautiful summer's day, a group of merry children were assembled. Some were hurrying with their lessons, while others were turning listlessly from their books to gaze with anxious faces upon the clock, which ticked loudly (and very slowly on this particular day) in the corner. An afternoon holiday had been promised, and an excursion to a not far distant wood, for the purpose of gathering berries. No wonder, then, all looked pleased and happy.

At length, the long-wished-for hour arrived. A waggon appeared at the door to convey the younger children and the basket to the entrance of the wood, and the elder scholars tripped gaily on--each one with a well-filled basket in hand to contribute to the repast "under the greenwood tree." It was not long ere they reached the wood.

"Oh, how cool!" one exclaimed, as the breeze sighed through the trees and rustled the green leaves; "and how shady!" another cried, as she walked beneath the spreading branches.

Near the entrance of the wood, meandered a clear stream, and the soft, rich grass sloped gently to the bank, while the branches of an old elm tree fell partly on the water, and formed a fairy-like nook; and here the children stopped,--'twas the very spot for their feast, before they gathered their berries. The baskets were quickly opened, and the contents spread upon the mossy bank. But who was to do the honours of the table? Their choice quickly fell upon a beautiful girl, the daughter of the minister. Bessie Lee was indeed beautiful; her golden hair clustered round her face, and her eyes, of the colour of the noonday sky, shaded by their dark lashes, gave an unusually lovely expression to her countenance;

"And her laugh, full of life, without any control, But the sweet one of gracefulness, rung from her soul."

No wonder, then, she was loved by all--rich and poor, young and old. A wreath of wild flowers was twined by the happy subjects, and the lovely queen was crowned. And then they separated to gather the berries, going in different directions, but intending to meet by the spring ere they returned home.

Bessie hurried eagerly on towards the interior of the woods, but she went not alone; her cousin, Harry Morton, about her own age, accompanied her to help to fill her basket. Hand in hand they wandered, ever and anon stopping to gather the clustering berries, or the bright flowers, that grew in their path. They heard the voices of their companions, but soon the sound died away in the distance. Yet they pressed on, conversing gaily;--but the baskets were filled, and should they not return, asked Harry of his cousin. She looked up,--the sun was shedding his declining rays through the trees, and the woods were flooded with golden light.

"I did not know it was so late," exclaimed Bessie: "we shall be missed, and our schoolmates will be waiting by the spring; we shall have to walk fast."

They turned to retrace their steps and hastened on. "Surely," said Henry, "this is not the way we came; the trees are closer together, and I do not see the big chestnut we said we would have for a landmark." "Oh," cried Bessie, "that is farther on; it was just where the two roads met;--we shall soon be there--don't you think so?" The poor boy did not answer; he felt that they had lost their way, and he feared to tell his cousin, for timid as a fawn she had always been.

"Are you tired, Bessie?" He looked into her face; the flush of hope had disappeared, and her faltering steps could scarce support her. He placed his arm around her slender waist; "Lean upon me, cousin; you are fatigued."

"Oh, Henry!" she exclaimed, bursting into tears; "we are lost; and my poor mother, how will she feel? We shall never see her again; we shall have to stay in this dark place all night--and the bears and lions--oh, what shall we do?"

"Do not cry, dear cousin; there are no wild animals here now; there is nothing to hurt us here. The woods in this part are free; and don't you know what we read this morning,--there were no lions in this country?"

And so he tried to comfort her, and poor Bessie dried her eyes and tried to smile. "We are like the 'Babes in the Wood,' Harry; only I am afraid there are no pretty robins who will cover us up with leaves, and watch over us."

The last rays of the sun faded away, and the golden-fringed clouds melted into blue. The full moon rose high in the heavens, and the bright stars shone calmly down on the lost ones. Exhausted, the cousins sank upon the grass, under an old tree, whose friendly branches stretched far and wide to shelter them.

"I can go no farther," cried Bessie; "my head aches, and I feel so tired. Oh, if I could only see mother,--she will be so frightened. Do you think any one will come to find us?"

"Do not feel so bad," said Henry; "nothing will hurt us. God will take care of us, and it will soon be morning, and then we can easily find our way out of the woods. Your father will send some one for us, or he may come himself, who knows?"

"Hark!" cried Bessie, springing to her feet; "did you not hear a noise? Something rustled in the grass; I am sure it was a snake." She clung closer and closer to Harry, and it was with difficulty he could soothe her. He told her how groundless were her fears; that a protecting Providence watched over them, and they would not be harmed.

He wrapped her shawl closer around her, for the night air was chilly to her tender frame. "The soft grass shall be your bed, Bessie, and I will watch over you; but first let us say our evening prayer, just as if we were at home." Together the cousins knelt down and offered their humble petition to the Most High, and then they lay down on their mossy bed to sleep,--Bessie, with her head pillowed on the breast of Harry; his arm supported her, and so they slept. Sweet visions of home haunted their dreams, and their parents' loved faces smiled upon and blessed them.

It was morning; the sun was just rising, and a faint light was diffused through the trees, and the birds were carolling forth their matin songs. Bessie still slept--the innocent sleep of childhood. Henry lay in the same position, for he would not disturb her. For hours he had lain listening to every sound.

At length Bessie awoke; she looked around,--"Where am I?" were the first words that escaped her lips. She looked at Henry. "Oh! I remember now; we have been here all night. Do you think we shall get home to-day?"

"Oh, yes;" said her cousin, gaily. "I am so glad you have rested so well. We will soon set out, and perhaps we shall get home to breakfast. But eat some of the berries, Bessie, and then we will try to find our way out of the wood."

She tasted the berries, but pushed them aside. "I cannot eat; I feel, Harry, if we do not soon get home, I shall never eat again."

"Oh! do not grieve so, dear, dear Bessie. Look, the sun is shining brightly through the trees; so _that is_ east, and you know the woods lie west of the school-house; so we will walk towards the sun, and then we will soon see dear home." He placed his arm carefully around her, and they set out, her steps still faltering.

Mile after mile they thus walked, for they had wandered far the preceding night. At times the trees grew thinner, and they would congratulate themselves they were almost home; but then again they could hardly find their way through the overgrown path.

"I cannot go much farther, Harry; for my head throbs almost to bursting, and I am so dizzy, I can hardly see." Bessie stopped and leaned for support against a tree; her hat fell back and revealed her face deadly pale. Poor Harry gazed upon her in despair. What if she should die there in the wood, away from all that loved her? The thought was agony,--the scalding tears started to his eyes. He took hold of her hand; "Bessie, speak to me; lean upon me--we will soon be home, only think so."

At that instant, a plunge was heard in a neighbouring bush. Bessie, too, heard it; it recalled her fleeting senses. She looked up,--a beautiful dog came bounding towards her. She stretched out her arms; "'Tis Carlo; dear, dear Carlo!" The dog crouched at her feet. She stooped to embrace the animal--the tear-drops glistened in her eyes and fell warm upon the faithful creature. "Oh, Harry! he has come to save us; we shall see home once more."

But she was too weak to walk, and how was he to bear her home? Delicately formed himself, and worn out with fatigue and watching nearly the whole night, he could scarce bear his own weight. Carlo bounded gaily on, inviting them to follow. A voice was heard in the distance, calling on their names,--"Bessie! Harry!" He tried to answer, but his voice was low and feeble. "Bessie, let me help you; I hear voices; let us try to meet them; I will support you." He raised her from the ground and tried to bear her on. The voices approached nearer and nearer; again he essayed to answer,--this time he was heard. They saw some one coming rapidly towards them, and recognised Bessie's father. He hurried on, and received the almost insensible form of his child in his arms. He was accompanied by some of his neighbours, who supported Harry home. Scarce half an hour elapsed, ere Bessie was laid in her mother's arms. Carlo, half maddened with joy, frisked and gambolled round them. In vain poor Bessie tried to tell her story, but tears and sobs choked her voice.

They had wandered very far into the woods. On the return of their schoolmates without them, the anxious father, accompanied by some kind neighbours, had spent the night in search of them; but had been unable to trace them, and returned wearied and alone. Another party had immediately formed, and the bereaved father had insisted on again accompanying them. Carlo, Bessie's little favourite, had followed, and it was the instinct of the faithful animal that led the father to his children. And now they were safe in their own loved home; and many a fervent prayer of thanksgiving for the recovery of the lost ones ascended that night to heaven, from the humble dwelling of Pastor Lee.

THE STARS.--ORION.

"O Father," said Rollo, looking up; "look at the sky; see how full of stars it is."

The sky was indeed very full of stars. The galaxy, or the milky way, as it is sometimes called, was very bright. Rollo looked at the stars a moment, and then he got into the sleigh. His father advised him to take a seat with him, behind; but Rollo said he wanted to sit with Jonas, and see the pond, when they came to it.

"I am afraid you will be cold," said his father.

"No, sir," said Rollo; "I don't think it is cold."

So Rollo took his place, by the side of Jonas, on the front seat, and they rode along. After going at a brisk pace for a few miles, they came to the top of a hill, where the pond first appeared in sight. It looked like a great level field covered with snow. They could see a dark line winding along in a gently-serpentine direction across the surface of it. Jonas said that this was the road they were to take in crossing the pond.

The horse went rapidly down the hill, and before long they were upon the pond. There was not much wind, but a light breeze blew keenly towards Rollo's face, and made his nose and cheeks cold. So he said he meant to turn round towards his father.

His father proposed to him to come and sit upon the back seat; but he said he should be warm upon the front seat, if he only turned round. So he put his feet over the seat, and enveloped them in the buffalo skins which were down in front of the back seat, and the buffalo skin which had been before him, he threw over his shoulders, so that now he had a very good place indeed. He could see, all around him, the shores of the pond, with the lights in the farm houses on the land, and all the constellations which were spread out before him in that quarter of the heavens at which he was looking.

"O father," said Rollo, "I see three stars all in a row. I wish I knew the names of them. Could you look round and see, father?"

"Why, not very well," said his father. "I cannot look round, I am so muffled up."

Rollo, being seated on the front seat, with his back to the horse, of course was looking at that part of the sky which was behind the sleigh, so that his father could not see the constellation in that quarter of the heavens.

"Let me see," said his father; "we must be going nearly west, so that that part of the sky is the eastern part. Orion must be rising about this time. Perhaps the stars which you see are the stars in the belt of Orion."

"In the belt of Orion?" repeated Rollo.

"Yes," said his father. "The most beautiful constellation in the sky is Orion; and early in the winter it rises in the evening. Orion was a hunter, and he has a belt: and in his belt are three beautiful stars, all in a row."

"Well, father," said Rollo, "tell me some other stars that ought to be near, if it is really the belt of Orion that I see, and then I will tell you if they are there."

"Very well," said his father. "If they are the three stars in the belt of Orion, they lie in a line one above the other, not one by the side of the other. I mean by that, that, if there was a line drawn through them, and continued each way, it would be a line running up and down in the sky, not a line extending from one side to the other."

"Yes, sir," said Rollo; "this row of stars is in a line up and down."

"And off on each side of the little row of stars are two other bright stars, on each side."

"How far off, sir?" said Rollo.

"About twice as far, I should think, as the little row of stars."

"Yes, sir," said Rollo; "I see one of them. Yes, I see them both. One is on one side, and the other is on the other side."

"Yes: then I have no doubt it is Orion that you see. One of the stars that you last found is in his foot, and the other is in his shoulder."

"I wish I could see his shape," said Rollo, "all drawn out in the sky."

"It would be very convenient, I have no doubt," replied his father. "Pretty near the lowest of the three stars in the row, there is a faint cluster of stars, towards the south."

"Yes, sir," said Rollo; "I see them."

"They are in Orion's sword," said his father.

"I see them," said Rollo.

"Now, look at all the stars in the constellation again, and notice how they lie in respect to each other, so that you will know the constellation when you see it again."

THE APPLE.

Little Anna bent over a quiet brook, and smiled with pleasure at what she saw there. A beautiful living picture was reflected from the clear water. There, bright clouds seemed to sail slowly along, through the clear blue sky, and the leaves of the trees seemed to flutter in the soft summer air. In the midst of these pleasant appearances stood the image of a beautiful little girl, with laughing blue eyes and brown curled hair, which hung down over her white frock, as she stooped forward, as if to look back upon Anna, with a good-natured smile.

While Anna was looking and wondering at the beauty of this picture, an apple fell with a rush into the water, and spattered her face with small water-drops.

"What is that?" said she, wiping her eye-lashes with her little hand. "Oh, it is an apple, covered with bright red cheeks. It is swimming off down the brook, but I will see whether I cannot stop it." She broke off a blue iris, with a long stem, and after trying many times, she at length drew the apple to the shore, and taking it up with a smile, she turned it round and round, to look at its red streaks.

"Little apple!" said she, with a soft voice, "little red striped apple. I should never have dared to break you from the tree, because the tree does not belong to my father, but to good neighbour Ackerman; but a kind wind has blown you down, into the brook, and now that I have drawn you out with the flag blossom, would it not be best for me to try whether you are as good as you are pretty?"

She sat down on the grass, under the tree, and after she had wiped the apple, she ate it with a very good relish.

Before she had finished, another apple fell directly into her lap. She wondered very much at this last wind-fall, but was much pleased, and thought it still more beautiful than the first. Soon after, a twig fell into her lap, with three apples upon it. Much astonished, she looked up to the tree, and among the thick boughs she saw little Fritz looking down upon her with roguish eyes. He was a bright boy, but he loved mischief better than work or study. He had gone to the garden of neighbour Ackerman a little before Anna, not to look into the brook, but to climb the tree where the sweet red apples grew. He saw Anna looking into the brook, and mischievously threw an apple to disturb the water. He was very much amused to observe Anna's surprise, and her innocent belief that the wind had broken off the apple, although it was a calm summer day, and no air was stirring.

When Anna saw Fritz in the tree, she understood what made the apples fall. She grew almost as red as the apples, and cast down her eyes.

Fritz longed to talk with her, but did not know how to begin. At length he said,--

"Was it good, Anna?"

Then he slid down the smooth stem of the tree and stood close beside her, but he did not know how to begin a conversation there, any better than he did in the tree.

Suddenly, farmer Ackerman appeared from behind a clump of bushes, and looked earnestly at them. He was an old man, and was much loved and respected by all his neighbours.

Anna and Fritz coloured and looked frightened. They would have slipped away, but he called to them,--

"What disturbs you so, my little ones? What must I understand from those eyes, which turn away from mine, the sudden colour of your cheeks, and these unquiet doubtful looks? Did you come under my apple tree to enjoy the cool shade, or were you enticed by the apples?

"I am not surprised to see Fritz here, but you, Anna, whom I have always considered so innocent, how could you encourage this little rogue to rob my tree, and receive the apples after he had stole them?"

Anna made no answer, but the tears rolled down her cheeks, and her bosom swelled with grief. Fritz could not bear the sight of her distress.

"She has done nothing wrong," said he; "I am the only one to blame."

He then told the farmer how it had all happened, and confessed his dishonest intentions in climbing the tree. The farmer kindly said, "A fault confessed is half amended." He then wiped little Anna's eyes, with the corner of her apron, and gave her the handsomest apple he could find on his tree. Anna thanked him, with a sobbing voice and said, "If I see another apple in the brook, or in the road, I will not touch it till I know whose it is, and how it came there!"

THE NEW SINGING SCHOOL.

Do re mi fa sol la si do, Do si la sol fa mi re do. Come, begin and follow me, 'Tis down upon the board, you see; Young ladies turn your heads this way, Look on the board, the board, I say!

PUPILS.

Do mi re fa sol si la do,--

MASTER.

Stop! now is that the way you'd go? Where are your eyes and ears to-night? Cannot you sing two notes aright?

A SWALLOW ON THE EAVES.

What is the matter down below? What dreadful clatter, do you know?

SWALLOW'S MATE.

It is a singing school, my dear, There's do re mi, pray don't you hear?

SWALLOW.

Is that the way folks learn to sing? I ne'er imagined such a thing. Ah me! why what a time they make! They really make my ear-drums ache; Why, what a dreadful noise they keep-- They waked me from a nice sound sleep.

MASTER.

Beat! beat your time, and mind the board, Was such a discord ever heard? Put up your chestnuts, boys, and beat,-- You did not come to school to eat. Come, if you can't sing do re mi, Follow as I sing one, two, three.

BOYS.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,-- He! he! he!--eight, nine, ten, 'leven.

MASTER.

Boys! mind your manners, or go home, And learn them ere again you come.

PUPILS.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

MASTER.

Why, really, now you've sung it straight; Now answer, if you can, and tell, What is the first note in the scale?

FIRST BOY.

Don't know,--b'lieve 'tis h or i.

MASTER.

Shame! I should think the seats would cry, "Shame on you!"

FIRST BOY.

Well, I know that I Was, am, and will be, number one; And 'tis by that the scale's begun.

MASTER.

And now the third?

SECOND BOY.

The third is mi.

FIRST BOY.

It is not me then,--He! he! he!-- 'Tis you, not me, I'm third to none, I'll be always number one.

MASTER.

Take care, boy, how you jest with me; Again, what note is number three? Now do the best that you can do.

FIRST BOY.

I rather think 'tis w.

MASTER.

Sirrah! you know, and know full well, There's no such letter in the scale. The third note is the letter e, And, mind, the syllable is mi.

FIRST BOY.

_Me_, is it? Oh, if that be true, Then, I am sure 'tis double _you_.

PUPILS.

Ho! ho! ho! ha! ha! he! he!

MASTER.

Oh, Apollo, pity me!-- Young Miss, I've not yet heard you sing, Have you a cold, or anything? "Don't know?" Oh, you feel bashful; boys! Look on your notes, and stop that noise. Do mi sol do, do sol mi do.

PUPILS.

Do mi sol do, do sol mi do.

MASTER.

Out of tune is the way we go; I'll sing, and in Apollo's name, Now try if you can do the same.

SWALLOW.

Oh, were it day, and I on wing, I would teach them how to sing; But this is shocking; even twitter, Twit, twit, twit, were surely better.

CHORUS OF YOUNG SWALLOWS.

Twitter! twitter! twit! twit! twit! Boys and girls have little wit.

SWALLOW.

Do hear our young ones, how they sing! They find it quite an easy thing. They ne'er beat down, up, hither, thither, And never saw the blackboard, neither.

MASTER.

And now you have sung one, two, three, Perhaps you'll say your a b c; Come, say it,--c d e f g,--

BOYS.

H i j k l m n.--

SWALLOWS.

Oh, defend us! what a din? How hard they try to learn to sing 'Tis really an amusing thing.

MASTER.

Enough! enough! you may sing now "Old Hundred" once, then you may go.

CHORUS OF SWALLOWS.

That's pretty well, but might be better; Not so good as twitter! twitter! Twitter! twitter! twit! twit! twit! Boys and girls have little wit.

THE BALLOON.

"Oh! brother, what is that?" exclaimed little Mary to her brother James.

"What do you mean, sister?"

"Why, that thing, away up in the sky,--what is it?" And Mary pulled her brother by the arm as she looked up at the strange-looking object.

"Oh, that thing so far up in the sky; well, it is an odd looking creature. I wonder if it is a bird; let us ask John the gardener; perhaps _he_ knows."

"John! John!" cried both children at once, "what is that wonderful-looking object, up there?"

John looked up very wise, shook his head, and looked again,--"Oh! it is a _balloon_."

"Well, pray, sir, will you tell us what a balloon is made of," said James, "and how it enables one to go up into the air so great a distance?"

"The balloon is made of oiled silk, or of silk prepared with a solution of India-rubber, made perfectly air tight, and is filled with air, lighter than the common air we breathe."

"But where can this air be obtained?" said James.

"There are many ways of obtaining it, but the easiest is to go to the gaslight company, and purchase as many gallons as may be wanted to make the balloon rise."