Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1875-02-10
YOUTHS COLUaN.

I III, 1k1 AGAIN. 1t Is u true story
that l am going to tell you now. 1t is
all about little boy whose name was
William Ross. Having had a present
of pencil, he thought he would make
use of it by trying to draw. His first
attempt was poor enough. One day,
when he had been playing ball with a
yong friend, he stopped, and taking out
his pencil, began to draw a picture on
7 the wall.
"What do you call that ?" asked his
friend. "Why, that is a horse - re-
piled William Cant you see?''-''A
horse is il ?" cried his friend laughing.
why, l took it for donkey
"You are quite right in laughing at
I 1t, said William. ''Now, that | look
at it again. l see it is all ont of draw
ing; but l Will keep at it until can
make good drawing of a horse"
William was not afraid of being
laughed at ; and he felt much obliged
to those who pointed out any faults in
what he did. He was not discouraged
by failures. He kept trying till he had
used his pencil nearly all mp. Still he
had not yet made good drawing of a
horse.
You will never learn to draw; so
you may as well give 1t up first as last. "
said his friend to him one day, some six
months after their last meeting. "Y1ur
horses are all donkeys still. "
William opened a portfolio, and,
taking out some pictures, said, "What
do yOu think of these ?"
"Ah here IS something like a
horse" replied his friend, looking at
the drawings. 'You Will never do any
thing like this, Willy"
William smiled, but said nothing
though it was his own drawing that his
friend wss praising.
Well, 10y brayely keeping at it, VIII
liam at last began to make pictures
worth looking at. While yet a boy, he
sent in a painting to the Society of
Arts, for which he received a present of
. silver palette. He rose to he Sir
William Ross, miniature painter OF
Queen Victoria.
Don't be discouraged, my yoaug
friends, by failing in your first at
tempts. Learn to perseyere. Keep at
it. That's the way.
A BABY MoNKEY.-He was little bit
of fellow, about as large AS a kitten,
and had tail as long as his mothers
but he looked very old in the face.
When L first went to see him, the
mother monkey was holding him IN her
arms, but presently he crawled to the
floor, then out through the bars and
upon my knee. L thought it strange
that the mother was not afraid of losing
1t ; but when / moved my hand TO
stroke 1t, back went the little monkey,
swift as dart into his mothers arms.
Pretty soon he crawled away again, and
then L saw that the mother monkey had
hold of the tip of his tail with her
fingers, and as the little one craWled
away from her she let him go as far as
she could reach, out never let go OF MS
tail; and when anybody moved to
touch him she pulled him back into
the cage. She never seemed to relax
this hold by day or night till the little
fellow was two months old, then she
let him go. But her mother instincts
were very marked even then. The cage
contained happy family" of dogs,
cats and guinea pigs, sleeping in one
box together, so when the little mon
key crept ont of his mothers arms, she
would reach down into the box and
take up little puppy, or kitten, or
guinea pig, and nurse and fOndie it
Just as though it were her own. She
did not seem quite contented without
some sort of yOung thing in her
mOtheriy arms.
An INDIAN BABY.-HOw helpless the
Indian babe, born without shelter,
amidst storms and ice; but fear
nothing for him God has placed near
him guardian angel that ca triumph
over the seventies of nature the sen
tinel of maternity is by his side, and so
long as his mother breathes he is safe.
The squaw loves her child with instinc-
tive passion, and if she does not mani
fest II by lively " caresses, her tenderness
is not less real, wakeful and constant.
No savage mother ever trusted her babe
to a hireling nurse, nor put away her
own child for that of another. To the
cradle, consisting of light wood, and
gaily ornamented with the Quiils Of
porcupine, and beads, and rattles, the
nursing is firmly attached, and care
fully wrapped IN fuTs, aud the infant
| thus swathed, its back to its mothers
back, is borne, as the tOpmost burden,
its eyes now cheerfully flashing light,
now accompanying with tears the wall
ings which the plaintive melodies OF
the carrier can not hush. Or while the
sguaw tolls in the field, she hangs her
child, as spring does her blossoms, on
TIE bOugh of a tree, that it may be
rocked by the breezes from the land of
souls, and soCthed to sleep by the
lullaby of the birds. Does the mother
die, the nursling-such is Indian COM
passion-shares her grave.
RoBERT's TAME LIZARD Many Of
our little readers have never seen
lizard. 1t is not often found In our
Northern States.
NV friend Robert passed last winter
at Savannah and among his other
treasures, consisting of mocking bird,
pet alligator, and a banans-plant, he
had lizard, to which he gave the name
of Spry.
1t grew to be so tame, that it would
take food from Roberts fingers, and
lap water from the hollow of his hand.
Lizards are social beings, and are some
times found in countless numbers,
basking in the sun in perfect harmony.
When Robert came North in the
spring, be gave away all his treasures,
including his tame lizard, to a lady.
She has the lizard still in her garden,
where it runs into little chink in the
wall when 1t sees an enemy approach
ing. Robert had a letter, last week,
informing him that Spry was quite well.
JACoB and Mary were playing near
tub of water in the kitchen, when Jacob
/ tripped and fell into the tub. But,
instead of helping him, Mary began 10
wiring her hands and scream. ''Oh,
come here Come here Jacob VIII be
drowned in the tub, cried Mary. But
Jacob had no intention of being drowned
in the tub. He raised his head and
hearing Mary's screams, said 'Why
don't won helm a fellow instead of stand