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By an oversight, we omitted to state in the October number of ST. NICHOLAS that the large picture of the Parthenon at Athens, on page 943 of that issue, was used by permission of Messrs. A. and C. Black, of Edinburgh, Scotland, publishers of the “Encyclopedia Britannica," in which the illustration originally appeared. Our thanks are due to Messrs. Black, and our regret that their courtesy failed to receive acknowledgment at the proper time.
has just been published, is intended to do this. Any mamma or auntie or older sister can find in this useful book carefully-planned lessons in cooking, so prepared as to render it possible to guide the children in that most delightful of all childish mysteries —"real cooking, just like mamma's." Miss Huntington has, by simple methods, changed cooking from a mystery to an inexpensive and enjoyable childish amusement, in which, during many a rainy day or leisure hour, young girls may acquire a practical knowledge that will prove very useful throughout their lives. The book will also be found of service by teachers in industrial schools.
Cooking is as old as food, but to teach cooking to children is quite a new idea. Miss Huntington's book, the Cooking Garden, which
CANTON, OHIO. wanted them, from two trees to the grape-arbor; and then we were DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have just finished reading your nice all right. The tents are larger than those shown in your article, October number. The piece called “How Science Won the Game" and we had so much lacing to do that we laced in squares instead is a very good story, and tells of just such a game as I like to engage of diamonds. I have two sisters and one brother. My brother is
But do you think that the ball really curved? I know it seems ten and my sisters are four and nine. My youngest sister's name to; I have often been misled myself, but think it an optical illusion. is Anna, and the other one, Marjory. I am nearly thirteen. Our My father has carefully studied the subject of “curves," and claims Aunty Grace, who is with us, helped ever so much. We all love it is impossible. He offered ten dollars as a premium at the Stark Co. you very much, and watch for you every month. I hope Miss Fair; but, though there are many in the county, who claim to Alcott will write some more stories. I do like her stories so much.
curve, none dared to try it. His test was this, namely, Put Good-bye, dear St. NICHOLAS. From your little friend, three stakes in a row, the dots ( . ) representing them, the ring (0)
HELEN Mrepresenting the pitcher. The pitcher can stand in any place back of the first stake, and need not be in the place represented by the dia
YONKERS, N. Y. gram. He must throw the ball in the direction represented by the
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have so long enjoyed your monthly visdotted line, or so it will pass to the left of the first stake, to the right
its that I feel as if I ought to write you a few lines to thank you
for of the second, and to the left of the third, or opposite.
all the entertainment you have given me.
I always read the little letters written to you by your young readers, and perhaps you will acknowledge this in that way. While in Saratoga I saw
a very pretty summer-house made of laths and cords covered with morning-glories: I stopped to admire it, and a little girl who was playing about told me she had made it, and
that she had taken the idea from the St. NicHOLAS. It was so I think some of the readers of the St. NICHOLAS who claim to
pretty that I have resolved to make one next spring. Perhaps some a ball may try this proof and tell the rest of us if they succeed. Your affectionate reader, ARTHUR Dart.
of your readers would like to try it.
But I have now written a long enough letter, so I will say goodbye. Your devoted reader,
A. S. STONE. We forwarded a copy of Arthur's letter to the author of the story, who sends us the following reply, which will interest all our boy. readers :
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I have been intending to write to you for
some time past, to tell you what great pleasure you add to our home. NEW YORK, October 22, 1885. I wish to tell you that I am very fond of painting, and if any of your Dear St. NICHOLAS : I have read the copy of Arthur Dart's letter, readers want designs for Christmas-cards, tell them to look through and am not surprised at his questions. For a long time I myself St. Nicholas and they will find plenty. I thought that one with doubted whether a ball could be made to curve, but in the summer the two children singing, called the “ Christmas Carol" was lovely. of 1884, I devoted several weeks to working out the problem, and I painted several copies on small cardboard palettes. The frontispiece satisfied myself and others that it was not an optical illusion. I of the May number, called “On the Road to Alibazan," I copied in confess that I have not been able to learn why a ball curves when
pen and ink.
It makes a lovely card if done with a very fine pen. thrown in a certain way, but that it does so curve I am quite sure. I hope you will find a little corner in the Letter-box for my letter. I An ivory billiard-ball struck sharply on one side will turn out of should like to see it in print, amazingly, its natural course before reaching a cushion, and the same princi
Always your fond reader, Isabel C. A. ple applies to a base-ball. It is a globe. The points where the thumb and finger touch are the two poles. If thrown with a jerk,
FORFAR, SCOTLAND. the ball revolves on its axis while in the air, and, like the ivory DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: Many of your readers, both English and billiard-ball, deviates from its course. I know scores of pitchers who
American, have heard doubtless of heather, and of white heather, can perform the test proposed by Arthur's father successfully, and which even the best Scotch people believe brings good luck to if Arthur will take a trip with me to a little village away up among the finder.— This heather grows in small patches on some moors; the hills of New England, I can introduce to him the very lad who,
sometimes as many as fifteen or twenty patches are found, while, by the aid of "science,” won the game.
again, one can go miles and find none.- We all were surprised to find Yours very truly, George B. M. HARVEY.
the extent of this belief. A man on our place, who is very poor and old, and to whom I often have sent food, told me one day there was
but one thing he wanted in the world. On asking what it was, he TWINE HOUSES.
told me he wanted a patch of land about two hundred feet square,
on one of the moors near, which he heard was very lucky. I am
DUNMORE, PENNSYLVANIA. saving "all my pennies,” he added, “and perhaps the master will let DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I want to write and tell you about the me buy it." Being interested as to the truth of the statement, I went twine house we made, like the one mentioned in the May number one day to see this part of the moor. He was right; the white of ST. NICHOLAS. We had neither the right kind of a tree nor the heather was thick. My father had a fence put up about the ground, crooked sticks; so we managed in this way: We used pointed and I went the other day to give it to him. Now he may be seen stakes (brother George made one hundred and twenty-three, and every fine day seated in the grass, with his pipe, quite happy. On was very ured of them before he had finished) with staple-tacks in Sundays, he always gives me a bunch of pink and white heather, the heads of them, and Papa strung up wires for us, just as we mixed, and I generally put it in my dress for good luck.
There is very
Thinking that this might interest some of your American readers,
HOBART, TASMANIA. as it would have interested me before I came to England to live, Í Dear ST. NICHOLAS: Perhaps some account of Tasmania may be send this line, hoping you will find some place for it in the Letter-box. interesting to your readers. It was formerly called Van Dieman's I remain, yours truly, EVELYN. Land, but the name was changed to Tasmania some years ago.
The scenery is very lovely in some parts. The climate is fine, not very hot in summer, not very cold in winter.
little MONTREAL frost, and the geraniums and heliotropes grow into large bushes. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: For some time I have watched, but in The fern-trees are very pretty ; they will not grow in England exvain; for I have not seen any letters in your interesting pages from cept in hot-houses. The vegetables grow to a large size; we rethis Canadian city. For the past three years you have afforded
cently saw a turnip in a green-grocer's window which weighed me much enjoynient, particularly during my free hours at a board- thirty-one pounds and was fifty-four inches in girth. The native ing-school.
Tasmanian cherry has the stone outside the fruit. Some of the wild Some of your stories are so interesting, especially the papers animals in the bush are the Tasmanian devil, the native tiger, the concerning the great musicians. The “ Brownies " and their do- kangaroo, and the duck-billed platypus, a very curious creature; it ings amuse me very much; and I often copy your pretty illustra- has the bill and webbed feet of a duck, and has a fur coat. Shocks tions.
of earthquake frequently occur, particularly in the north part of the Now, dear ST. NICHOLAS, I shall bring my letter to an end, so island. The harbor is very fine, and there is very good boating; accept every good wish that you may continue and prosper, from we go out in a boat very often. We were born in Canada, but have Your admiring friend,
« BELINDA." traveled about a great deal since then. We remain, your constant readers,
WILFRED AND GEOFFREY BIRD.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: I send you with this a little song which can be sung by children at Christmas festivals, to the air of “Nancy Lee."
Air: “Nancy Lee."
For young and old he aims to please.
Down chimneys tall,
Both great and small;
Out like a ball.
SHANGHAI, July 5, 1885. Dear ST. NICHOLAS: I live in Shanghai, and, as I do not go to school or have very many playmates, you are a very welcome friend in this house; and I think our little English friends will enjoy you just as much. They have no magazines in England like the St. NICHOLAS. My father likes the St. Nicholas too, and is reading “Among the Law-Makers.
Shanghai is a very busy place, and there are a great many different kinds of people here, mostly Chinese, of course, but among the foreigners there are more English than anything else. Yesterday (the Fourth of July) we bought some fire-crackers, and before breakfast we set some off; and in the morning I went on the U. S. manof-war, the “ Juniata"; and after dinner I got some other boys to go with me to a place on the bank of the Soochow Creek, and we set off a lot more. In the evening we had some fireworks.
Your affectionate subscriber, CHARLES DREW. P. S. I have taken you for six months; and I am nearly ten.
HILO, HAWAII, Sept. 8, 1885. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS : Your magazine comes regularly to these Sandwich Islands, and is a great favorite with us all — young and old read it. Perhaps some of your readers in America would be amused with this composition, of one of our Hawaiian boys, who attends our English-speaking school. Arthur is a good penman, though he goes astray in his English; he can draw a full-rigged ship on the black-board that no public school boy need be ashamed of. He is fourteen years old. Here is his composition, which you may print if you wish.
ONE OF YOUR HILO READERS.
ABOUT THE LION. The Lion it is called the king of beasts, and it is found in Asia and Africa, and also it is found in South America. The Lion kind is like the cat kind. It have long whiskers and have paws, and have sharp claws, can tear the animal's body, and have big head. The
can carry off a Bullock. I heard if the Lion hungry would not get anything to eat, he go down where houses are, and then go and catch men, and ran off in the woods. I heard of a story, a lion went into the house and saw a big glass in a room, and a sleeping on his bed; the man saw the Lion, he got afraid and so he sleep, and the Lion look in the glass and saw a man, and he think the man in side of the glass, and so he jump in the glass, and the man ran to get his gun, and he shot him for two bullets and he dead, when the Lion jump into the Looking-glass, all his face scratch up.
ARTHUR TANKEA AKAN.
In ev'ry land, on ev'ry sea;
We 'll give him welcome warm and free.
Which our good friend must call and see.
There at the door.
As oft before.
One gift or more. -
Mr. LEBANON, SYRIA. Here are five letters, received during the first half of October.
DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: This spring I went on a trip to Jerusalem,
with my father and mother and two other friends; and I should like They were written, as you will see, in various widely severed parts to tell you about one excursion that we took, for it would take a of the world.
whole number of St. NICHOLAS to tell all about the trip. The ex.
cursion I am going to tell you about is one we took from Jerusalem HEATHCLIFF, PLYMOUTH R., PENARTH. to Bethany. We started just after lunch, on donkeys, a party of DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: You are the best magazine I ever took, seven. When we had come to the foot of the Mount of Olives we and I like you very much. Your stories are simply splendid. I have stopped at the so-called sepulcher of the Virgin Mary. The monk read a lot about butterflies, and seeing that Miss Helen, who wrote that kept it showed us down a long flight of steps into a room which an article on butterflies, could not tell what the white butterflies were, was hung with lamps. Right across the room was stretched a curI will tell her that they are the common garden, white, and green- tain, and on the other side we saw a stone that is said to be the sepveined white. The swallow-tails are rare in England, and I never saw ulcher of the Virgin Mary. After we had left the sepulcher, we one alive.
went to the Garden of Gethsemane, which is near by. It is kept by I want to tell you how I stopped a fight. It was a fight between a Catholic monk. The flowers were not very beautiful, but we saw boys. It was n't fair, one being smaller than the other. Each round, there some grand old olive-trees, but they are not the same that the little one was thrown, and his nose was bleeding. So I stepped in were there at the time of Christ. At intervals, all about the garden, between them and faced the big bully, and cried, “Stop the fight!" were pedestals; at the top were cases which inclosed scenes of the Thereupon they put their coats on, and went away.
crucifixion. The old priest had a cat that he seemed very much You must excuse my writing, as I am in a hurry. I am only pleased to have us pet. As there was nothing more to see, eleven, yet I am writing a novel, and, if it were not for the fear of we mounted our donkeys and came away. When we reached the top being suspected of a pun, I should call it a "novel idea.
of the mountain we dismounted from our donkeys, and went up into Do print this, St. NICHOLAS. It would be such a surprise, since a minaret, where we had a very fine view of Jerusalem. There was I have n't had one printed before. I love you very much, and a church there, which we went into. This church was built by a will remain your friend and admirer,
B. W. French lady. We also saw the Lord's Prayer in thirty languages;
they were inscribed on tablets hung all along a corridor. After this And now comes the funny part! When they pushed him over the we went to Bethany Bethany is a wretched, dirty place; the side of the boat upon the deck, he jumped through the crowd and houses are nothing but mud huts. As there was nothing to see, we made all the people stampede. Then he ran at once into a lady's again mounted our donkeys and came back to Jerusalem. Hoping stateroom, leaped into the berth and sat on the pillow, and made the to see this letter in print,
lady run away with her little dog, much frightened. A sailor went in I remain, your loving reader, GERTRUDE E. PORTER. with a collar and a rope, put the collar around his neck, and took
him downstairs the back way; then they tied him up. Poor Pete! And he never tried to get away again.
am five years old, but nearly six. composed the letter, but
185 MADISON AVENUE. my mamma wrote it, as I can only print. DEAR ST. NICHOLAS: We have just arrived home from our sum.
WALTER B. H. mer trip, which was to Alaska and the Yellowstone Park.
One morning we were on the ship in a place called Glacier Bay. There was a very large glacier, with great masses of ice breaking off it and floating about in the water. There was a pet bear on board; his name was Pete, and he was a friend of all the people on We beg the young friends whose names here follow, to accept our board the ship. One day he broke his rope and tumbled overboard. sincere thanks for pleasant letters received from them: L. W. F., He made for a cake of ice, which was two miles off. The captain Corine V. M., Mabel H. Chase, L. Jennie Judge, Harry B. Sparks, stopped the ship and turned about, but soon saw that would not do, C. G., William Edward Moss, Jessie M., Ida Ross, Kate Stebbins, so he put off a boat with the mate and a crew in it. The mate called Carrie May Suits, Bella and Blanche G., Eoline Russell
, Johnnie the bear's name very loud, and as soon as he heard his name, he H. Du Bois, Emily, Sam Bissell, Sadie Lewis, Sarah Raney, Egbert turned in the direction he heard the sound coming from, swam to the B. Shepard, Margaret, Amy Chamberlain, Bert R., Amy L., Atha boat, and when he was near enough and was about to be pulled in, H., Daisy Sharpe, Mabel S., Estelle Mann, George H. Shepard, Marhe made a most pitiful cry; so they left him alone, and he climbed in garet Baird, Rose Marie Louis, Ella L., Lulu C., Lena B., Florence the boat himself. The men rowed for the ship, and were hoisted up Wardwell, Mary W. McNair, Marie T. Morrison, Nitza and Nan, by the davits on deck.
Carrie Cargin, W. F., Florence E. Lorey.
TO ALL the Chapters and members of the Now that the snow and cold weather make colAgassiz Association, a Merry Christmas! If the lecting difficult in the Northern States, the season greeting is a few days too early, it is not less is most propitious for indoor work. All specimens sincere, and we have the satisfaction of "saying it should be carefully analyzed, neatly labeled, well first !” We take pleasure in the thought that arranged. It is very important to the success of Saint Nicholas will bring to many a stocking this a Chapter that everything be kept in what Grandyear, gifts different from those he would have mother used to call “ apple-pie order.” chosen before our A. A. was organized. Micro- But some things can be collected in winterscopes and cameras and blow-pipes will replace cocoons and birds’-nests are more easily found, as candies and toys and ear-rings, and no one will they are no longer hidden by leaves. Many plants be less happy.
bud in the fall and early winter, and shoots of Now, as the good pastor says, “We are re- these gathered and kept in water in sunny windows quested to make the following announcements": will blossom long before their natural time.
Strange birds occasionally visit us, either alone 1. The paper called the Young Naturalist suspended a year ago. or in company with snow-birds. Professor Tyn
2. Mr. Hayward has stopped the manufacture of badges and medals, and until further notice all orders for A. A. badges may be be repeated and others invented, and then we were
dall's very interesting experiments with ice may sent to the President. It gives us pleasure to announce, without request, that Mr. G.
to draw more snow-crystals; not for prizes this W. Altman, one of our members, won the first premium at the Erie
time, but for the love of truth. County fair, at Hamburg, N. Y., for his collection of insects, which Every drawing sent in will be acknowledged, contains more than four hundred specimens.
with thanks; and one more winter ought to add