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Title: Harper's young people
Year: 1879 (1870s)
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Subjects: Children's periodicals, American
Publisher: New York : Harper & Bros.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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e. But the tiger was very faithful, and hebecame very gentle and harmed no one; he slept on theporch, and lay at her feet, and in cold weather breathed onher hands to warm them. This went on for seven years, when she died, and allher relations came to her funeral. While they disputedfor the first seat of honor, the tiger walked in and stoodby it, roaring his lamentations until the walls trembled—so did the relations. That night he ran off to the hills, and was seen no more.The people thought he had gone forever, and went onmaking preparations for the funeral. Finally everythingwas ready, and they were about to lay her in her gra\e.when, as the mourners stood about, he came rushing downwith eyes like fire, and roaring a thunder-peal. Theyscattered in fright, but he disappeared as suddenly as hecame, and was never seen again. Then the people built a shrine in his honor, and calledit The Shrine of the Faithful Tiger, and it remainsthere to this day. 56S HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME IV.
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MY BABY BOY. BY MRS. MARY H. TAYLOR. MY baby boy, oer whose golden headBut two short years had their brightness shed.Had dropped his playthings, and climbed with careTill he stood erect in a neighboring chair,With his dainty ankles and bare white feetlliiil hid in the depths of the cushioned seat.He poised himself as he caught a viewOf the pleasant picture the mirror drewOf his own sweet face. The violet eyesWere lifted a moment in glad surprise.As, with smile as sweet as my babys own.The other Charley looked kindly down.Dot boo eyes too? dot my pritty dess?Youre the other Tarley boy. I guess.Then his face was grave, and he nearer bent,Stroking his cheek with a look intent;He touched his chin, and the ripe red lips,Sweet as the bloom the honey-bee Mps.What is it, Charley? what do you see?With an air of conscious dignityThis man in miniature turned i speak.And said, still struking his rosy cheek,And touching his chin with his small pink thumb,Im hailin tn »i has my ifkirx t&lt

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