Father mother sister brother -First Rhymes

Father, mother, sister, brother -First Rhymes

by Jones and Barbour  classic program of The USA- Childland in Song and Rhythm- 1919

Father, mother, sister, brother 

Put baby in the ring. 

Then dance around and sing.   

References:

1.The Kindergarten Primary 1919

2.RAGGED SCHOOL RHYMES  BY ALEXANDER MACLAGAN NEW EDITION EDINBURGH WILLIAM P NIMMO 1871 

THE FISHER LAD.

 

THE FISHER LAD.- A POEM

By the Author of 'Earth's Many Voices'  

I SEEK my bread by honest toil 
Upon the changing deep; 

I work by day while others work, 

By night while others sleep;

But their bread is not more sure on land 

Than mine upon the sea, 

When I lower down my empty net 

For God to fill for me.  

My boat is tossing restlessly 

Upon an angry tide, 

While folk upon the shore I know 

In quiet homes abide; 

But they are not more safe on land 

Than I upon the sea, 

With dangers lurking round my path, 

And God's hand guiding me. 

References:

Chatterbox 1877

A MOTHER WATER-RAT

A MOTHER WATER-RAT - TRUE STORY

I WAS standing on a bridge over a small Hampshire brook with a trout-rod in my hand, when I saw a water-rat swimming up the stream towards me, and making for the archway. The animal did not see me, for I lowered my rod, and touched it with the top, when it dived and disappeared; but, on returning towards the same spot shortly  afterwards, I caught sight of the rat coming from under the arch with something in its mouth, and swimming quickly towards me. Close at hand was a rail with an upright post, around which clung a good deal of floating weed. To this the rat made her way, still carrying her burden, which she laid upon it and then began to climb up herself. When she was fairly up, I saw that her burden was a young one of about three inches long, which nestled under the mother, till, a slight shower coming on, they both made for the rail, the mother pushing her child up on to it first in safety, and then getting up on the rail herself and nursing it as before. I crept so close to them, that I could nearly put my hand on them, and could see the sharp black eyes of the little one, watching me intently; but as I was now drawing too near, the mother at once took a header into the brook, and the little one flopped in after her, swimming down stream a short way to another piece of floating weed, and then the anxious mother came back, and again took her little one in her mouth, and swam away with it down stream. I walked by the side of the brook for more than a hundred yards, watching the mother carrying her child in her mouth, and when I lost sight of her, she was still swimming onward with her babe. Is it possible that she was moving her family one by one to a more favorable spot?
 W.S. OWEN 

References:

American Chatterbox 1882

A HEROIC DOG

 

A HEROIC DOG -TRUE STORY HAPPENED IN NY 1876

A GENTLEMAN, who witnessed the capsizing of a scow at New York, some time ago, by it coming in contact with a steamer, gives the following account of the occurrence:-
After the scow capsized, a Newfoundland dog rose beside it, shook the water from his head and shoulders, and surveyed the scene. He seemed to comprehend  the situation at a glance, immediately dived under the scow, and a moment afterwards rose on the other side with the insensible form of his mistress. held up by his teeth. He sustained her till a man in a boat took hold of her, when "as quick as a flash." the noble dog dived under the scow again, and was gone fully two minutes, when he came up for air, and dived again, both times without success. He then started to swim to the boat into which the woman had been taken, and after getting halfway, seemed to hesitate; stopped, returned, to the wreck and dived once more in a last desperate effort to recover the children. This proving unsuccessful, he swam away, and I lost sight of him. American Paper 

References:

Chatterbox 1876

Mother's Room

 

Mother's Room 

Mother's Room I wonder why it always is 
That Mother's room is best; 
And if we're sorry, sick, or sad, 
Her bed gives perfect rest.

We get our troubles mended like 

Each hole each rip and tear; 

There's comfort understanding for 

Our moods of dark despair.

Her room seems sunny all the time, 

Though weather may be gray. 

Of all the rooms in all the house 

It's there I want to stay. 

       by  Mary LT Tufts   

References:

1.PRIMARY EDUCATION-POPULAR EDUCATOR , April 1927

2. Table Talk 1885