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BURKE’S WEEKLY
FOE BOYS AND GIRLS.
MACON, GA., JULY 13, 1867.
BE IN TIME.
fT is related of the great and good Washing
ton that lie would never tolerate the least
want of punctuality in any one, and that in
several instances parties who had made en
uS gagements with him were disappointed be
eA they were only a few minutes too late.
There are a great many boys and girls who
think that it does not matter when or in what or
der their work is done, if it is done at all, but
you will find that, in nine cases out of ten, such
boys and girls never get their work done in time.
Now we want every little reader of this paper
to remember that all the good and great men who
have ever accomplished anything in thA world,
have lived by rule, and they ought not to despise
the practice of a good rule, on all occasions, in
little things as well as well as in great ones —for
it is only by attending to a maxim in little things
that they can ever hope to practice it in great
things. Let the boy be “in time” in trifles, and
the man will not be too late in affairs of more im
portance.
Lord Nelson, one of the bravest and most suc
cessful of British seamen, on one occasion when
told at what hour his baggage would be on board
his vessel, is said to have replied : “ Say a quar
ter of an hour before that time —say a quarter of
an hour before; for it is to that quarter of an
hour that I owe everything that I have and every
thing that I am.” How many have owed every
thing to a much shorter time. A young man, in
a Northern city, being called away on business,
made all his arrangements to leave on an early
train. But he loitered on the way, stopping to
talk with an acquaintance, and reached the depot
only a minute after the train had departed. He
took the next train; there was an accident, and
he lost his life by being a moment too late ! An
important battle was lost to the Confederate
forces, during the late war, in Virginia, by the
failure of a certain General to reach a given point
by a certain time. He was only a few minutes
too late, but the consequences were most deplo
rable.
Little reader, let this be your motto through
life. Be in time for school; be in time for busi
ness, and above all be in time for Sunday school
and Church:.
" B,e ready when you hear the Sabbath bells;
With willing feet and humble heart repair :
The mighty God within his temple dwells,
In grace and glory—offer up your prayer”’
Remember —that clubs need not all go to the
same post office, but to fifty different offices, if
you wish. Nor need they all go to the same State.
Get them where you can, and send us their names
and the money, and we will send the paper.
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AST*When you send your own name, or any
other, be careful to give us the name of the Post
Office and State also. It is best to add the full
address at the bottom of your letter.
Immense Dials.— The dials of the English
Parliament clocks are twenty-two feet in diame
ter, the largest in the world. Every half minute
the point of the minute hand moves nearly seven
inches.
BURKE’S WEEKLY.
Our Second Number.
Marooxer’s Island promises to be as popular
as its predecessor, The Young Marooners, it we
are to judge from the w’ay the subscriptions are
coming in for our paper. Names are reaching us
from all parts of the country, and hundreds of lit
tle boys and girls are working like beavers, get
ting subscribers for us. That’s right. Send us
the subscribers, and we will give you the best pa
per in the country.
Mrs. Ford’s beautiful story: The Little Wo
man in Green, is continued in this number 5 it
will be concluded next week.
Tales of a Great Traveller, No. 1, is the
first of a series which is destined to be a great
favorite. “ Brinschniski, the Bear,” isn’t half as
savage a fellow as his portrait would lead one to
imagine.
The Child and the Wild Violet, a pretty lit
tle poem in this number, is from the pen of a lady
who has written a great deal for the little folks. —
We have the promise of frequent favors from her
portfolio.
EDDIE’S KITTEN.
FOR OUR VERY LITTLE READERS.
tDDIE is a very little boy, five years old,
and lives in one of the pleasantest towns
in Georgia. He is a good-hearted little
Qff/O f e^ow » a!Q d dearly loves his father and
Qy'- f mother, and his brothers and sisters. His
(§7 little cousin Sallie and he are fast friends
too ; and Eddie is very kind to “her and
loans her all his toys. Last Christmas his father
carried him, for a Christmas gift, a little wheel
.barrow painted red and yellow. He waa delight
ed with it, and could play with nothing else for a
long time. Now, his little cousin Sallie was very
fond of the wheelbarrow, too, and wanted to
wheel it whenever she was at Eddie’s house, and
this was very often, as she lived next door. But
Eddie, like a good little boy, always let little Sal
lie have the wheelbarrow, while he played with
something else. Many little boys and girls would
not have been so good natured. -*■
But we must tell you about Eddie’s kitten. It
was a beautiful black and white little fellow, with
bright eyes and fur as soft as silk. Eddie loved
it dearly, and was careful to play with it without
hurting it. Some children seem to think that kit
tens and other pets have no feeling, and can bear
the roughest handling, but this is wrong, and we
hope that none of the little readers of our Week
ly will ever be guilty of cruelty to their pets.
But Eddie’s kitten grew sick and refused to eat
its breakfast one morning, and in spite of all that
was done for it, in a day or two it died. Poor
little Eddie was inconsolable —his heart was al
most broken ; and when kitty was buried in the
garden, he felt as if he had lost his best friend.
A few mornings after the death of the kitten
Eddie was sitting with his little brother Willie,
playing with some new toys his father had brought
him, when there was a ring at the bell, and short
ly afterwards a covered basket was sent in for
“ Master Eddie.” When it was opened, what do
you suppose there was in it? Why, a little black
kitten, with not a speck of white on it except its
ears. There was a note, and some verses in the
basket, with the new kitty, and Eddie has sent
them to us for publication in our Boys and Girls
Weekly. Here is the note :
Dear Little Eddie :—Having heard all about how
distressed you were at tho loss of your little kitten, I
have written vou a few verses about it; and I hope you
will like them.
While I was sitting in the garden, thinking about you
and your kitten, and wishing that I had one to give you,
what do you think ? Why, a little black kitten —that I
never had seen before —canie up to me, and seemed to be
looking for something or somebody. I afterwards found
that it belonged to one of my neighbors, so I sent and
asked for it for you. It is not quite so pretty as yours
was, but I think after you have had it a little while, you
may like it quite as well. Hoping that your tender little
heart may never know another sorrow, I am, with the
kindest regards,
Your affectionato Friend,
Flora.
Here are the verses:
MASTER EDDIE AND HIS KITTEN.
I know a little dark-eyed boy,
Who had a playful kitten,
And as it looked so sly and coy,
I called it Kitty Mitten.
One morning, when the grass was wet,
Oh, how ho sobbed and cried !
To find his little winsome pet
Dead by its mother's sido.
Soft soothing words or promised gift,
Now had no healing art,
And nothing, for a time, could lift
This sorrow from his heart.
Oh, children, now I have no doubt,
You’ll like what I have written,
So I will tell you more about
This little Eddie’s kitten.
When pleased, it liked to “ play at ball,’.’
And many sports it knew :
But anger never made it “ squall,”
As children sometimes do ;
I think its voice was rather sad,
Its alphabet was few ;
It never spoke when it was glad—
Its only word was—mew.
It had a closet for a house,
And ne’er disturbed a rat,
But woe to every youthful mouse,
That came to see this cat.
Whenever Eddie ate a meal,
He fed his kitten too,
And he a gentle throb did feel,
When it spake the word it knew.
When Gaines’* tricks would make it start,
He took it in his arms,
And gently tried each childish art,
To quiet its alarms:
And never “gave his whip a crack”
To raise its silken fur,
But gently stroked it on the hack,
That he might make it purr.
Dear Eddie has a tender heart,
And may his after life
Be ever free from sorrow’s dart,
Or worldly care and strife ;
With him may truth and virtue be
Forever in the van ;
Then when he grows up we shall see
A good and useful man,
Now if, my lasses, when you’ve read
These verses I have written,
Y r ou fall in love with Master Ed—
Who cried about his kitten;
Don’t lead him on, in after years,
’Till he is deeply smitten,
Then leave his brown eyes bathed in tears,
Because he's got 2/our mitten.
dog.
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The Riverside Magazine.
We take great pleasure in calling attention to
the advertisement of this new magazine for young
people, in another column. Besides being the
most beautiful of all the juvenile magazines, it is
the only one we know of published at the North
which is entirely unobjectionable to Southern
boys and girls. We will send it, with our Weekly ,
one year for $4, or we will give a year’s subscrip
tion to the Riverside to any one who will send us
five subscribers, with $lO.