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has not been blowing for two days, and you know the mill oannot
grind the wheat unless the Wind turns the wheel."

ijs THE child's world. 391

At this the little Breeze rustled briskly forward and came
right down close to the man's face, whispering to him that the
Wind — the good, strong Wind — was coming very soon to turn
the great wheel of the milL

When the miller felt the Breeze upon his face, he said joy-
fully: "I declare! I really felt a Breezel I think the Wind is
going to blow.''

By this time the great wheel was turning round and round.
The Breeze knew that everything would be all riglit now, so again
he started on, as light-hearted as ever, to be the messenger of
the Wind.

The next place they came to was a little village by the seashore.
On a landing at the water's edge stood a woman with a baby in
her arms, and a little boy and girl by her side. They were look-
ing out over the wide sea, which was very smooth and beautiful.
But the woman looked sad, and the little girl was crying. What
do you think they were looking for? NVhy, the papa was a fish-
erman, and he had been out upon the water for a week, and the
mamma knew that he did not have enough food to keep him
from being very hungry during that long time; and as his boat
Avas a sailboat, she knew that he could not get home unless the
Wind came to help him.

The little Breeze saw in a moment what the trouble was; so
he kissed the little girl on her cheek and dried the tears that
sparkled there, lifted the golden curls on the baby's liead, and
gently cooled the mother's aching brow, whispering in her ear
that the Wind was coming.

Then the little boy said: "0 ^raminal I see waves on the
water!" So the Breeze knew that the Wind was bringing the
father's boat homo to the dear ones waiting on the shore, lie
stayed to sec the mother smile and the children clap their hands
at the sight of the white sail that was now coming rapidly towards
them from far out on the water.

Next the Wind and the Breeze (>ame to a large city, llow
beautiful everything looked! The Wind said to the lireeze:
''Your work is here; they need you more than they do me in
the city." And in another moment he was gone, and the Breeze
had not even had time to ask what he was to do.

392 IX THE child's WOJiLD.

Tlie houses were beautiful aud large. Some were made of
stone, some of marble, and some of brick; and all had parks and
gardens around them. The Breeze saw some children phiying;
so he stopped to have a little fun with them. He tossed their
kites, waved their flags, and led them a merry chase after the
hats of the little girls. Then he helped the Sun to dry some
clothes that were lianging in a yard. In a short time he came
to a part of the city where the air was very close and hot. He
saw a great many people working in shops and mills. He saw
how warm and uncomfortable they were. So he flew in at the
doors and windows and cooled the tired workmen till they forgot
their Aveariness and thought only how nice it was to be able to
work for their dear ones at home.

Again the Breeze went on his way; and soon he came to an-
other part of the city where the houses were crowded — oh, so
closely together! There were no nice yards here, no lace cur-
tains at the windows for the little Breeze to play with, and the
children did not seem to be so merry as those he had seen in the
park. They Just sat on the sidewalk and steps, the only places
they had, — with no kites, no flags, no pretty playthings, — and
the little girls had no hats at all!

" I '11 just peep in the window and see what kind of homes
these children have,'' thought the Breeze. So he went in
through an o})en window and what do you suppose he saw? On
a bed lay a dear little girl whose face was deeply flushed and
who tossed from side to side moaning pitifully: '' Mamma!
I'm so warm!" But the mother w^as too busy to stop and com-
fort the child; she had to do washing every day so that she could
earn money to get the little one and herself something to eat. So
the Breeze fanned the hot face and brushed the damp hair from
the little brow till the child dropped asleep feeling comfortable
and happy, and smiling as she slept.

" She must be dreaming of the angels," said the Breeze, as he
gave her a good-bye kiss. And so ended the day; but the Breeze
still keeps on untiringly in his helpful aud cheering tasks, prov-
ing a blessing wherever he goes.

Mattie McRoy.


To THE Teacher:

The most auspicious and inspiring time for a talk upon sunshine, is on
one of those brilliant days when the universe seems flooded with its radi-
ance. The effects of a lacic of sunshine can be strongly im] res3,^d upon
the children by planting the ever-useful bean in a pot and keeping it in
a closet or other dark place. Let them see what a pale, sickly plant it
becomes, in comparison Avith plants grown in sunlight. Draw the paral-
lel between the plant and the child, as to the necessity of sunlight for
healthy, vigorous growth.

If the fact of the sun's standing still and the earth's turning and taking
us away from the light is spoken of, it can be illustrated with a candle
for the sun and a ball for the earth; or by letting the children " play"
it in a very simple manner; and the follo\^ ing verse is offered as the
sun's answer to "Good Morning, Merry Sunshine," where this way of
dealing with the subject is preferred. (See Froebel's explanation of
" The Little Boy and the Moon," quoted elsewhere.)


I never go to sleep, dear child,

I 'm shining all the night,
But as your world goes turning round

It takes you from my light.
And when it brings you back again

You find me waiting here,
To shine a bright " Good morning " down

On all the children dear.

E. P.

In many kindergartens the spectrum is represented by colored papers
arranged on a chart. Besides this, let us keep a prism or prisms hanging
in the window, so that the children may have ever befoi-e them the
mystery and wonder of the real spectrum in all the ethereal radiance of
its blended colors.


There is something in this room whicli came in so softly that
no one could possibly hear it. You can all see it. Can you
guess what it is? (Give the children suggestions, more or less
definite, according to their skill in guessing.) It came a long

394 IX THE child's world.

way: it can come into tlie room even when the door is shut; it
is out of doors, too, as well as in our room; it is bright — it is
yellow — it is warm. We say " Good morning "' to it very often.

Where did the sunshine come from? It is a long way from
the sun down to us, is it not? AVhat shape is the sun? Can
you show me? Let us sing ''This is the way sunshine comes

Where is the sunshine falling besides in our kindergarten?
On the home where mamma is, on the shop where papa works,
on the farmer's iields, on the great ocean where the ships are

(Try to give an impression of the sun's greatness by thus
drawing out that its beams reach far and wide, over city and
country, over land and sea.)

Can we always see the sun? What hides it sometimes? Did
you know that the sun is always shining, whether we see it or
not — even in the night time? Our world turns round, and so
takes us away from tlie light, but the sun is shining just as
brightly as ever. That is a wonderful and beautiful thing to
think of. is it not?

What is the sunshine doing all day long? Giving us light,
warming the air and the ground, helping plants and animals to
grow, taking water (vapor) up into the sky, and in every way
making the world more beautiful and more glad.

(Speak of the sunshine at different seasons of the year. This
l^oint and all the work of the sunbeams has been dwelt upon in
other talks, so that much should be drawn from the children on
this whole subject. Remind the children of the glazier as the
one whose work gives us our windows through which sunlight
enters our homes, schools, etc. Play the " Light Bird.")

Would you like to catch a sunbeam? Can we catch it in our
hands and keep it? ■ ISo, but I have a glass by which we can find
out something very beautiful about the sunbeams. (Show the
prism, and hold or fix it in the sunlight.) What do you see?
Tell me all the colors you can see.

(Repeated observations of the spectrum will be needed before
the children can distinguish all the colors.)

Have you ever seen a rainbow? Where was it? Do yoa

The Rainbow.




remember what the weather was, whether it was rainy weather
or bright weather? It must have been both ut once I For we
never have rainbows in the sky except Avhen the sun shines while
it is raining. The raindrops show us all the colors which the
sunbeams hold, just as this prism shows them. We can some-
times see the rainbow colors in soap bubbles, too, or in water
which stands in the sunlight.

Can you find each one of the rainbow colors in the room?


Explanations of " The Light Bird,"' etc., -

The Sun, . . . . .

Sun, Moon and Stars, - - - -
The Fairyland of Science (Chap. II),

Forms of Water, . . . .

Modern Chromatics, - - - -
Hymn to Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni,

Address to Light, - . . .

A Day of Sunshine, - - - -

Sunshine, . . . . .

To the Eainbow, . - - -
Man and Nature, /

The Prospect, i ' ' ' "
The Church Windows, ...

The Thunderstorm, . - - .

The Light of Life, . - - .

C. A. Young

- Agnes Giherne
Arabella Buckley






Mary Howitt


- Mrs. Browning


Emily Dickinson

Mrs. Gatty

The Dawn Princess ("Stories for Kindergarten and Home").



The blustering Wind was stalking up and down an open field
one day, rejoicing aloud in his great strength. '' Oh, I am
strong, indeed!" he roared. "I breathe, and the grasses bow
down before me. I wave my hand, and the reeds and the bushes


bend or snap. I can break even the stout tree branches, merely
by taking hold of them. Oh, yes; 1 am strongi Who is

As hc' stopped and his rough, roaring tones died away, a
gentle voice said : ''I am strong, too. Perhaps stronger than
yon; who knows?"

"Who is that?" roaied the Wind.

*' It is I, the Sun," said the same mild voice.

■'You strong! "said the AVind. " Youl with your soft ways
and gentle smiles! Can you move mighty windmills? Can you,
with a few touches, raise the wild waves upon the ocean? C'an
you break the strong oak, the king of the forest?"

'* I am strong," said the Sun again. "I can do many things
that you cannot do. Shall we try our strength? Yonder comes
a traveler, wearing a heavy cloak. Let us see which of us can
force him to lay it aside, and agree that the one who does, shall
be called the stronger."

The Wind could not help giving a })leased whistle at this easy
task, for he thought that he should probably get the traveler's
cloak off by one strong gust.

'• You may make the first trial,"* said the Sun.

Away went the Wind. He met the travelernear the middle of
the field and began to tug at the cloak. It flapped about a little,
and the traveler fastened it more securely. The Wind tugged
again and howled fiercely. The traveler took the edges of the
cloak in his hands and wrap])ed it closely about him. Again the
wind i)uffed and pulled and tugged. The bottom of the cloak
fluttered, but the man only held it more and more closely about
him. " Who would have thought there Avas such a wind to-day?"
said the traveler, as he struggled on.

The Wind kept trying for some time, but without success; and
he was quite ready to give up when the Sun claimed his turn.

"I don't see how you can do anything at all!" said the Wind;
"for my angriest howls and my roughest pulls have only made
him hold his cloak the more tightly."

" I had not meant to try that way," rejflied the Sun. " Anger
and roughness are not what I shall use." Tiien the Sun smiled
down upon the traveler. Not a sound was heard; but softly,.

398 IX Tin-: child's woim.d.

steadily, silently, the Sun kept shining. The travelej-, who had
been using all his strength to kee]) his cloak about him, now
found the air (]uiet again, and walked on more easily. Soon he
loosened his hold of the cloak. The Sun kept on shining, softly,
steadily, silently; and the traveler began to think his cloak too
thick, so he unfastened it and threw it "open. Still the Sun
kejit on shining, softly, steadily, silently.

At last the traveler said: "How strange! A little Avhile ago
I felt that I could not hold my cloak too closely, and now I am
glad to throw it off entirely.'' So saying he took off his heavy
cloak and sat down under a tree to cool himself in the shade.

And the AVind saw and acknowledged that the quiet Sun was
indeed powerful and had won the title of " the stronger;" for
without noise, without bluster, Avithout anger, the Sun had suc-
ceeded in making the traveler take off his cloak, when the Wind

had found it im])Ossible.

Eetold bv E. P.

" Now, what sliall I send to the Eartli to-(hiy?"
Said the great, round, golden Sun.
. " Oh ! let us go down there to work and play,"
Said the Sunbeams, every one.

So down to the Earth in a shining crowd,

Went the merry, busy crew;
They painted with splendor each floating cloud

And the sky while i)assing through.

" Shine on, little stars, if you like," they cried,

" We will weave a golden screen
• That soon all your twinkling and light shall hide,
Though the Moon may peep between."

The Sunbeams then in through the windows crept

To the children in their beds—
They poked at the eyelids of those who slept.

Gilded all the little heads.

" Wake up, little children! " they cried in glee,

•' And from Dreamland come away!

We 've brought you a present, wake up and see!

We have brought you a sunny day ! "

Emilie rolTLS.SON.

" The Kindergarten/'

X TIIF. CTITI d's \\(ii:i.I). 399


A little girl one day in the month of May droi^ped a morning-
glory seed into a small hole in the ground and said: " Xow,
morning-glory seed, hurry and grow, grow, grow until you are
a tall vine covered Avith pretty green leaves and lovely trumpet
flowers."' But the earth was very dry, for there had been no rain
in a long time, and the poor, wee seed could not grow at all.

So, after lying patiently in the small hole for nine long days
and nine long nights, it said to the ground around it: "0
ground, please give me a few drops of water to soften my hard,
brown coat, so that it miiy burst open and set free my two green
seed-leaves, and then I can begin to l^e a vine! "' But the Ground
said : '• That you must ask of the rain."

So the seed called to the rain: '-0 rain, please oome down
and wet the ground around me so that it may give me a few
drops of water. Then will my hard, brown coat grow softer and
softer until at last it can burst open and set free my two green
seed-leaves> and I can begin to be a vine I" But the Rain said:
*'I cannot unless the clouds hang lower."

So the Seed said to the clouds: " clouds, please hang lower
and let the rain come down and wet the ground around me, so
thnt it may give me a few drops of water. Then will my hard,
brown coat grow softer and softer until at last it can burst open
and set free my two green seed-leaves, and I can begin to be a
vine I '"' But the Clouds said: '' The sun must hide, first."

So the Seed called to the sun: " sun, please hide for a little
while so that the clouds may hang lower, and the rain come
down and wet the ground around me. Then will the ground
give me a few drops of water and my hard, brown coat grow
softer and softer until at last it can burst open and set free my
two green seed-leaves, and I can begin to l)e a vinel '"' " I will,''
said the Sun, and he v/as gone in a flash.

Then the clouds began to hang lower and lower, and the rain
began to fall faster and faster, and the ground began to get

400 IX THE child's WOHLI).

wetter and wetter, and the seed-coat began to grow softer and
softer, until, at last, open it burst I — and out came two blight
green seed-leaves, and the morning-glory seed began to be a ^'iiie!

^[argaret Eytik k.

''St. Nicholas."


A child looked up in the summer sky

Where a soft, bright shower had just ])assi>(l by:

Eastward the dusk rain-curtain liiinfr,

And swiftly across it the rainbow sprunu-.

" Papa! Papa! what is if? " she cried,
As she gazed with her blue eyes opened wide
At the wonderful arch that bridged the heaven,
Vividly glowing Avith colors seven.

" Why, that is the rainbow, darling child,"

And the father down on his baby smiled.
" What makes it, Papa? " " The sun, my dear,

That shines on the waterdrops so clear."

Here was a beautiful mystery!

No more questions to ask had she.

But she thought the garden's loveliest llowers

Had floated upward and caught in the showers —

Rose, violet, orange marigold —

In a ribbon of light on the clouds unrolled !

Red of poppy and green leaves, too.

Sunflower yellow, and larkspur blue. ,

A great, wide, wondrous, splendid wreath
It seemed to the little girl beneath ;
How did it grow so fast up there.
And suddenly blossom, high in the air?

She could not take her eyes from tlie sight;
" Oh, look! " she cried in her deep delight,

As she -watched the glory spawning the gloom,
" Oh, look at the beautiful water bloom ! "'

Cki.ia Thaxtki:

JJo^igliion, Mifflin <(■ ( o.


To THE Teacher: —

" When a child first sees and contemplates natural objects whose being
he is still unable to gras]?, he believingly accepts true as well as false
explanations from grown-up people; and he finds both equally easy and
equally difficult whenever he tries to grasp one or the other, if on any
occasion both relate to the way to look at any j;iveu object. And so, no
doubt, to begin with, a child is not helped in his view and grasp whether
he be taught to know the moon as a man or as a beautiful, bright, swim-
ming ball; whether the stars be pointed out to him as golden pins, or
burning lights, or as sparkling suns which look so small because they are
so far off. But while the fir sL explanation is, in spite of its apparent liveli-
ness, a dead one, the latter bears loithiri it the foundation of a living , further
development, that may lead to inner and more thorough insight."

(From Froebel's explanation of "The Little Boy and the Moon," in
Mother's Songs, Games and Stories. )

the skv.")


(Question the children upon the observations called out by the
talk upon " Sunshine " and lead them to tell what else is seen in
Is the moon alone? What does she have for com-
pany? Can we see the moon and stars every night?
No; they are sometimes hidden hy the clouds just as
the sun is, but they are in the sky night and day,
even when we do not see them.

How many of you have seen the moon?
AVhat color is it? Does it always look
round? (Have pictures which
show the full moon, new moon,
etc., and explain, if the children
are ready for such explanation,
that we can only see the moon
when it is made bright by the light of the sun — only the part
which shines, though the whole moon is in the sky all the time.
Tell the children Jean Ingelow's verse in which the child says: —



■ O moon, in the night I have seen you sailinj;

And shining so round and low.
You were bright, ah! bright, but your light is failiiisj;,
You are nothing now but a bow."

.Speak of the Indian's way of counting time ])y so many
*' moons," and of our word ''month.")

Which loohs Lirger, the moon or the stars? Are tliere many
stars? More than even the wisest man knows. Are the stars
beautiful? Are they useful? (Explain how '•' tlie traveler in the
dark'*' on land or sea can guide his course by the stars as well as
see by their light. Remind the children of the star story of Christ-
mas tide, if they do not mention it. Frequent use of songs
about the moon and the stare will direct the children's thoughts
to the heavenly bodies, and the subject should be recurred to
after a little time has elapsed, as the children -will then be more
ready Avith questions and their own observations. Artificial
lights furnisli material for another talk: lights at home, street
lights and the lighthouse with its work of mercy.)


Explanations of " The Child and the Moon," etc., - Frcebel

The Expanse of Heaven, - . . . . Proctor

Easy Star Lessons, - - - Proctor

Wonders of the Moon, . - - - _ Guillemin

Among the Stars, - - - Acmes Gibern'e

The Firmament, - _ - - Ruskin

Child's Dream of a Star, - - - Dickens

The Will o' the Wisp, - - . . - 3/r.s. Gatty

The Spacious Firmament on Iligli, - - - Addison

Hymn to the Moon, - - - Ben. Jonson

Self Dependence, - - - - - ^f. Arnold

To the jSorth Star, -.-... Bryant

The Light of Stars, - - - .. _ . Longfellow


The Waning Moon, . - ... Celia Thaxter
The Wind and the Moon, . . - . George Mac Donald
The Legend of the Great Dipper ("Kindergarten Stories

and Morning Talks'), . - - - . S. E. Wiitse



404 IN THE child's world.



Linda was a little child who was very fond of looking up into
the sky. She lived in a small village near the sea, for her father
was a fisherman. Linda liked to play down by the sea, digging
wells in the sand, making sand hills or sand pies, or gathering
the pretty shells which the waves brought to her; but she would
sometimes leave all this play and sit quietly on a big rock, look-
ing at the wide blue sea and the wide blue sk}^ — the sea dotted
Avith the white sails of the ships, and the sky with white clouds.

As she looked at the clouds, she used to say over a little verse
that some one had taught her: —

"White sheep, white sheep,

On a blue hill,
Wlien the wind stojjs

Yon all stand still ;
When the Avind blows

You walk away slow —
White sheep, white sheep,

Where do you go?"

She often fancied that the cloud masses did look like snowy
sheep and lambs roaming over a broad blue field.

At night, too, Linda loved to look up into the sky. When
the full moon came out in all its round, silver splendor, throwing
such floods of brightness everywhere, she wondered whether any-
thing could be more beautiful. When she saw the tiny new
moon — crescent-shaped, timid, lovely — glimmering out among
the stars, she wondered the same about that, and sang with
delight: —

"O mother, how pretty the moon looks to-night!
She was never so cunning before!
Her two little horns are so sharp and so bright,
I hope she won't grow any more."

IN THE child's would. 405

As she sang the whole pretty song, Linda woukl imagine her-
self up in that "briglit cradle," rocking and floating in some
wonderful way. and coming home down the glowing curve of a

Then there were the starry nights when the whole dark sky
was spangled with sparkling, twinkling lights. Linda always
looked for the Dipper and for the North Star to which it
pointed. Her father had told her of some sailors who would
have been lost on the sea if they had not had the North Star by
which to guide their boat home, so she loved the stars for this,
as well as for their beauty.

While Linda was still a little girl, her father went on a long
sea voyage and Linda and her mother went to live in the city.
The noisy streets, the houses crowded close together — every-
thing was strange to Linda, and she missed the shining, rolling
sea, and the rocks and the sand; but at night when she stood at
the window to look at the sky, as she always did before getting
into bed, she said joyfully: "0 mother! the sky is just the
same here anyway! There is the moon, and over there the
Dipper, just as I used to see them! " Her mother smiled to think
that Linda should be so surprised at finding the same sky, and
told her, as she tucked her into bed, that the beautiful sky was
over all the world. " And the same moon and the same stars? "
asked Linda, " The same moon shines for all, dear," said her
mother, "but when father has sailed far to the south, he will
see some stars which we never see here. One cluster Avhich he
will see is called the Southern Cross, because the stars make a
cross, just as here some stars form the Dipper,"

The next day, before Linda had seen much of her new sur-

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