Many caverns are lined with beautiful crystals, called _calcareous spar_, or substances containing much lime, and generally colored by the impurities of the water that has dropped on them. Sometimes these crystals are of a pure white, and have, when the cave is lighted up, a richness and transparency that can scarcely be imagined. Others have the appearance of stone, moss, and sh.e.l.ls, in every variety of color.
Caverns of enormous extent occur in Iceland; that of Gurtsh.e.l.lir being forty feet in height, fifty in breadth, and nearly a mile in length. It is situated in the lava that has flowed from a volcano. Beautiful black stalact.i.tes hang from the s.p.a.cious vault, and the sides are covered with glazed stripes, a thick covering of ice, clear as crystal, coating the floor. One spot in particular is mentioned by a traveller, when seen by torch-light, as surpa.s.sing anything that can be described. The roof and sides of the cave were decorated with the most superb icicles, crystallized in every possible form, many of which rivalled in delicacy the clearest froth or foam, while from the icy floor arose pillars of the same substance, in all the curious and fantastic shapes that can be imagined. A more brilliant scene, perhaps, never presented itself to the human eye.
A WELL-MEANING LITTLE BUSYBODY.
BY MRS. L. G. MORSE.
They say I am full of mischief, but they don"t speak the truth. Maria is the only one that knows, and she says I"m a busybody. Mamma hugs me tight, and says I will be a great help when I am big, but papa tosses me high up to the ceiling, and says I won"t wait to grow up, and that I make the very best use of my time now. He knows as much as Maria, for that"s just what I do--I use my time. I did so much work yesterday that I nearly got tired. First, mamma said she was going to Cousin Alice"s wedding. I knew she was, for I saw her best bonnet out of its box on her bed. So, while she was talking to Katy in the kitchen, I climbed all the way up stairs, and dragged it down to her myself.
I don"t know what they"d have done without me yesterday, for after mamma had gone, Maria was careless. She left the basin of water on Nelly"s little table. She forgot all about it, so I went, like a good girl, to put it away for her, "cause I was afraid that mamma might come back and knock it over on to the carpet. It wasn"t _my_ fault that it slid out of my hands and broke itself. _I_ was careful, and Maria said n.o.body else but just me would ever have thought of putting it away for her.
My sister Bessie don"t try half so hard to help people. She sat in her little arm-chair all the time, tying up Susan Hopkins"s joints. She thinks Susan is the best of all our dolls, but I don"t. Her joints are all loose, and her legs rattle. Bessie isn"t so much use as I am. She kept out of the way, tending to Susan, while Maria had to change every one of my clothes, "cause the naughty water sloshed; and Bessie didn"t even pick up the broken pieces of basin for poor Maria! Maria told her not to touch "em, for fear of getting her feet wet and cutting her fingers.
Afraid! They"re afraid of everything. The very minute Maria had me dressed again, I began to pick up the pieces for her, and I didn"t cry even when I _did_ cut my hand, and the bleed got all over my nice clean ap.r.o.n. I don"t think it was very polite of Maria to set me down so hard on the sewing machine, and tell me not to move "till she"d cleared up the floor.
Bessie is bigger than I am, but she isn"t a busybody at all. She only plays while there"s work going on; and only see how much work I"ve done this morning! I"ve fixed up mamma"s work-basket for her, and I"ve stuffed all the rags and little pieces of our new dresses that were piled up on the machine into papa"s collar drawer. Then I cleared up a whole lot of muss after Maria. She went to answer the door-bell, and while she was gone, I took papa"s clothes-whisk and swept up a big pile of dust she left on the hearth, and dumped it where n.o.body can see it, in a dark corner of the closet, under mamma"s dresses.
It was real lucky I went to the closet, too, for I found the waist of mamma"s best walking suit. I heard her say one day that she was going to change the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g on the sleeves, so I took it out, and got a needle and thread, and I"m going to do it my own self for her. Bessie"s darning a stocking that Maria gave her, and I"ll sit right in front of her, so I can see how she pulls the needle through. The ends of the lace get right in the way of the needle, though, and I don"t know but what I"ll have to cut some of it off, so as to sew it better. I am going to hurry fast, and see if I can get it done before mamma comes home from market.
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TWO LITTLE SUN-BONNETS.
Under the shade of the sun-bonnet"s crown, One head is golden, and one head is brown; Blue eyes and hazel eyes sparkle with fun, Hide and go seek, as the gay dimples run.
Four little hands overbr.i.m.m.i.n.g with flowers, Four little feet tripping through the blithe hours; Two little maidens, so happy and bright, Busy all day, and _so tired_ at night.
VOYAGE OF THE PAPER DOLLS.
BY MATTHEW WHITE, JUN.
It was a hot summer afternoon, and the great play-room in the garret was deserted.
There was not even breeze enough blowing in at the open window to stir Angelina Mary, Matilda Agnes, and General Adolphus Popgun, as they lay upon their paper backs on the table.
"Oh dear," complained Angelina, with a sigh, "I do wish those girls wouldn"t leave us in such att.i.tudes when they go down to dress! It"s so undignified."
"But you must remember, my love," rejoined her friend Matilda, "that it has a tendency to sprain our ankles if we remain long standing; and, by-the-way, did you not hear the children speak about our having some new paper-muslins?" and thereupon the two ladies fell to discussing dress with great animation. General Popgun growing meanwhile quite puffed out with pride, as he reflected on the fact that his blazing red coat, ornamented with yellow braid, and his jaunty cap with its conspicuous tricolored pompon, must be particularly becoming to him.
He was not as yet very well acquainted, with his two companions, having only arrived at the post (as he professionally termed the garret) the previous day, and since then he had been obliged to attend so many drillings of the tin soldiers that he had enjoyed but few opportunities for social recreation. Now, however, he thought he would enter into conversation with the two fair members of his race beside him, and was just endeavoring to think of something new to say about the weather, when a great clattering was heard on the stairs, and the next instant two boys made their appearance in the garret, both breathing very hard, and looking as if they had been running races with the sun.
"I beat, anyhow," said one, as he sat down on an old trunk and wiped his face.
"All right," returned the other; adding, "and now what"ll we get to put in the _Foam_?" and then the two rummaged around the room for a while, till suddenly one of them pounced upon the table where lay the paper dolls, and catching all three of them up in his hand, cried out: "Here!
these"ll do. Come on, Frank;" and the boys hurried down stairs again with even more racket than they had made coming up.
As may be imagined, Angelina Mary and Matilda Agnes grew paler than foolscap with fright when they felt Tom"s fingers closing over them so roughly, and General Adolphus Popgun, although somewhat nervous himself, felt called upon to postpone his weather remarks, and endeavor, instead, to calm the fears of his companions.
"Pray don"t be alarmed, I beg," he said; "I have no doubt we are being transported to a grand review of the Tin Regiment. It will be a very fine sight, and I shall try to provide seats for you in the grand stand."
The boys, however, did not stop at the garden play-house, where the tin soldiers were encamped, but kept straight onto the gate, pa.s.sed through the latter, and then walked briskly off down the road. The General ventured to peep out between the fingers that inclosed him, and to his horror saw that Frank held in his hand a little boat six inches long, roughly whittled out of a common stick of wood.
And soon his dread antic.i.p.ations were realized, for striking into a path that ran through a corn field, the boys made straight for the brook, where Frank proceeded to cut a long switch from a willow-tree, while Tom took out three pins from his coat, and deliberately impaled the two paper ladies to the stern, and General Popgun to the bow of the boat.
Fortunately the pin in each case pierced only some portion of the dress of the terror-stricken creature, otherwise the consequences might have been most tragical.
And now the _Foam_ was launched, and the ladies and the General floated upon the rippling deep.
"Hi, don"t they look fine?" cried Tom, as with the long willow switch he guided the little bark on its course down the stream, while his cousin walked by his side, much interested in the operation.
Having recovered from their first shock, the pa.s.sengers began to look about them and enjoy their voyage.
"How very delightful!" exclaimed Matilda Agnes. ""Tis quite a pity, General, that you"re not an Admiral."
"Oh yes. I always adored the navy," added Angelina Mary.
At these remarks the General blushed as red as the white paper out of which he was manufactured would allow, and hastened to change the subject by calling attention to the beauties of the country through which they were pa.s.sing. He had just begun a poetical discourse on the wild flowers which an army tramples down on the field of battle, when Tom"s switch happened to strike him in the face with such force as caused him to flutter for an instant like a sheet of paper in a high wind.
And now the ladies" fears returned, for the brook was growing wider and wider, and the _Foam_ drifting constantly further and further from the bank.
Suddenly Tom, who had been busy talking about water turtles with Frank, noticed this, and struck out with his willow branch to bring the truant back, but it was too late; the boat had got beyond his reach, and was now floating swiftly down the middle of the stream with the current.
The ladies screamed, and the General groaned; but as neither the screams nor the groans were louder than paper is thick, they were not heard by human ears.
"The boys will surely save us," said Matilda Agnes, hopefully. "We are too valuable to lose, to say nothing of the boat."
Before long, however, Tom exclaimed: "Oh, I"m tired trudging after the thing. Come on, Frank, let"s go back home, and I"ll beat you a game of croquet."
"But the dolls," the other ventured to interpose. "What"ll the girls say when we tell "em what"s become of them? They"ll be mad, won"t they?"
"Oh, I guess not, if we make up a nice story about their sailing off down to the ocean, and going to Europe and Africa, and seeing gorillas and bears, and kings and princes;" and with these words Tom gave up the pursuit, and, followed by Frank, soon disappeared in the woods.
Being thus cruelly abandoned, with not so much as a match at hand by means of which to row themselves ash.o.r.e, the three paper voyagers gave up all as lost, and were beginning to bemoan their awful fate, when the General suddenly spoke out, in cheerful tones: "Perhaps somebody"ll pick us up."
"Or a steam-boat may run us down," added Angelina Mary, somewhat spitefully.
"Maybe we"ll land on a water-lily," murmured Matilda Agnes, with a poetical sigh.