The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1874-11-03
ST.

With the November number st. Nicholas
begins new volume. There is no falling on
in The variety or quality of the articles which
TO make up the table OF contents, altnougn
the names ot one or two of the most valued
contributors are absent. We are assured,
however that they will appear In the Janu-
arv number. and with that assurance the
hovs and Girls of the country must De con-
tent The number opens with a RUSSIAN
story. entitled "Tchumpin," by I. A. ote.
phens: a s'Trotty'' story, by Ellzaoetn otuart
PheIns- comes next, and that IS followed IN
by a very pleasantly told story entitled
HHalf a Dozen Young Rascals," by Natnanlel
ChiIds. of New York. Then there are aru-
eles. many of them illustrated, by Penn Snr-
lev. Ellen f. Terry, NJ. w. Jones, 81. W.
Beniamin. Charles Barnard, n. s. Dodge,
Anna G. Bracket, and others nhere !? q
SURPRISINGLY sweet poem Dy tne lSster, WIZ
forcibly reminds one of Whittier. 1tlsIohg'
but we quote it nevertheless:
Inst where the children troop long
morn AMI noon tOgether,
The maple tree grew green and strong
Through all the Summer weather.
The little tree, so slim. so green
Among the birches round II;
II only helped to make a screen
And no one e'er lad foundl IT,
Now summer days begin to fade
Then said the maple, signing;
and no one sees me IN TINS Snaue.
What is the use OF trying
And while one night She fretted mus
The air grew cold and cOiaeri
And there came a painter down the foad'
His cOlOrs on his shOuider.
Jack Frost adown the winding wa
Game whistling. leaping, singing
And as he ran about in play,
His paints behind went swinging.
Tnen how the spatters flew about
and streaks both red and yellow,
I'm an the leaves that leaned lar OUT
GlOwedl like the apples mellow
The maple watched the colors grow,
Tben cried. STOP On, listeni
Before my leaves fall, paint me now
Until in red l glisten."
raok frost stands still. SO small the tree,
Hid safe among the birehes,
He stops uncertain; then ne cLlnOs'
And rock and bank he searches.
con. paint me, pleasey' the maple cried,
bright red and red all over,
Till each one that may walk OF rlue
NV beauty shall discover"
No sooner said than done it is:
The swift brush plies he singing
Then swings away, upon MS oacA
His brushes lightly Singing
Adown the road the painter goes;
In silent Joy she Watcnes,
TIL the far off hills betray MS pain
IN red and purple blotheS.
How sp-endid shines the maple tree,
with green around and under;
The golden rods in all the place
Pow down in reverent wonder.
And how she scOrnS the lady birch
That stands so close beside her.
Her head she losses, waves her arms
And shakes her leaves out WIDER.
O.. silly little maple tree!
Have done with all your prlnAlh65
Along the road the chlldren see
Of fun and pleasure hlnklhg
sOh. LOOK! halloa! come see the snow
A tree Just like q feather!
Let's stick il in our hats, you know
And march down, all together!
They swarm the raspbe ry bushes through;
Thev tread the thistles under;
Thev gather round the trembling tree,
Intent on scarlet plumber.
O, dainty little tree! She stands
Like a beleagured city;
They bend and break with Ieet anu iahus-
jubilant banditi!
Then of they march in scarlet line,
And blaze through all the meadow;
But the bircheS drOOp thelr gnstehlhS IedNes'
And screen her with their ShadOW-