Q0QD151ET3b LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. ©jptp..- ©cptjrtg^t !f tu Shelf.iLXLA OS. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. COMMON SENSE IN THE NURSERY BY MARION HARLAND AUTHOR OF "EVE'S DAUGHTERS," "COMMON SENSE IN THE HOUSEHOLD," ETC. •/ M" NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1885 Copyright, 1885, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS TROWS PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING COMPANY, NEW YORK. CONTENTS. PAGK Introductory .. . v Familiar Talks with Mothers. Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery 3 Baby's Bath 13 When, Where, and How Baby should Sleep 21 Baby's Day-nap 28 Baby's Nurse 36 Baby at Home in Winter 47 Baby Abroad in Winter 57 The Precocious Baby 65 Photographing the Baby 75 The Baby that Must Go to the Country 82 The Baby that Must Stay in Town 90 A Sabbath-twilight Talk with " Mamma " 99 Nursery Cookery. How do you Feed Him ? 1 1 1 Artificial Foods 118 When to Feed Him 124 Arrowroot 130 iv Contents. PAGE The Porridge Family 134 Preparations for Delicate Children 143 Nursery Desserts 151 A Menu for Bigger Babies 155 Fruits 159 Meats 166 Clothing. Outfits 171 Short Clothes , 173 Mother's Half-minutes 175 A Hint for Christmas 197 Index 203 INTRODUCTORY. VOLUME devoted exclusively to the interests of the youngest is in harmony with the times. Theoretically, human nature has long held that as the twig is bent the tree's inclined, but the point of age at which to begin the bending of the twig has been in dispute. The direction in which the weight of opinion is gravitating is indicated in the primary department of our Sunday-schools, and in the Kindergarten, now scarcely less important than the Public school and Academy for children of a larger growth. Most of the papers which make up the first half of Common Sense in the Nursery were originally prepared for the monthly magazine " BABYHOOD." They are not medical theses, but familiar talks and suggestions such as mothers will appreciate. At a glance they will be seen to be eminently vi Introductory. practical, as are the recipes and miscellany which follow. The purpose of this little work is to fill the place in the Nursery which the other volumes of the Common Sense series have been permitted to occupy in their appropriate departments of the household. The author states, for the comfort of those whose quiet of mind is assured only upon authority, that so many of these chapters as are here reprinted, have passed the scrutiny of competent medical au- thority, and have been endorsed " approved." Marion Harland. FAMILIAR TALKS WITH MOTHERS. MRS. GAMP IN THE NURSERY. HERE are mothers who cannot smile, ex- cept drearily, over the story of the im- mortal woman whose name heads this chapter. Immortal in her greed, her affectations, her glozing flatteries of those whom it was politic to conciliate, her gross neglect of the pauper patient, her arrogance and her ignorance, her horrible relish for the least agreeable features of her profession, her lying quotations and reminis- cences — all these are so many drops of vitriol upon the memory of such women as, a score of years ago, accounted subordination to her as a part, and often the least tolerable condition, of the " sacred, primal curse " of their sex. Mrs. Gamp, as we knew her then, was a matron of mature years or an acrid spinster of the same date. From the moment in which her shadow fell upon the porch-floor of the dwelling to which she 4 Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. had been summoned, to the glad hour when it kissed the front steps in withdrawing, the " much- ness of her personality " possessed, pervaded, and filled the premises. Children fled to silent corners at the rattle of her starched calico gown. The hus- band, at a ludicrous disadvantage in his own sight as in others' eyes during this malign moon, drank his coffee and carved his roast meekly opposite the mob-cap that presided over the family meal. For be it known that Mrs. Gamp would "engage" in no place where she was not allowed to sit at the first table with the host and hostess. The consequences of her refusal to "stay out the month " were too dire to be faced by the boldest aristocrat who ever wrote himself down a householder. If his wife could endure the despotism that overwhelmed her, he would be a craven were he to murmur that the fringe of the odious sovereignty brushed him roughly. The poor wife ! Bear me witness what was her need of pity, ye sisters whose joy that a man was born into the world was at that era dashed by dread of the grim potentate who threw the foundations of your world out of course ! Mrs. Gamp subordi- nated the wills of the rest of the family. That of her patient was absorbed, soaked up, and squeezed Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. 5 out into naught. Whatever her appetite craved when she had to eat for two was decreed to be the worst thing possible for one "in her condition. " The ten days of milk-tea, water-gruel, and butter- less toast — happily abolished now by physician and nurse — were made trebly penitential by the unwrit- ten laws of the autocrat in charge. Draughts, from whatever quarter, were protested ; the cup of cold water prayed for with tears was condemned as " present death to the mother and a colic-breeder for the infant." To long for a bath was unnatural, to talk of it heresy. Not a sun-ray was admitted to the valley of the shadow of birth. Shut within jealously-closed doors, smothered in blankets, for- bidden to turn herself in bed, to converse for half- an-hour at a time with her husband, or to caress her children in the hearing of the dragon who had swallowed up her individuality, the nominal queen of the home counted the weary hours of what was daylight beyond her chamber, the heavier ones of the night while the jailer lay snoring at her side, or at best on the other side of the room. One of Mrs. Gamp's wrought-iron principles was never to lose sight of her patient while awake, nor to be out of hearing when asleep. Not a letter was to be read by the sick woman, not a book or a newspaper was 6 Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. tolerated in the guarded precincts, for at least three weeks. Reading, like sunlight, was bad for the eyes " in her condition." If she lacked for amuse- ment, there was always Mrs. Gamp ready with gossip, tattle, and fearsome stories of her manifold ghoulish experiences. Mrs. Gamp prided herself upon her conversation. " Deluge the room with sunshine ! " commanded a physician a few weeks ago — a wise, great-hearted man — standing beside a newly-made mother. " If it hurts her eyes, turn the bed so that it will not strike directly upon them. But have plenty of light. Make a fire in the chimney, ventilate the room well every day, and never let the thermometer rise above sixty-eight, keeping the temperature even all day long. Build up her strength by digestible, nutri- tious food ; keep her cheerful by pleasant chat, books and papers. Bear in mind that she is not /// — only weak and tired ; a subject for Nature's cure, not mine." Set this picture over against the sketch I have drawn above, and be thankful, O young matron ! that you have come into your kingdom of maternity in 1885 instead of 1858 ! The mother might be dumb and patient. Baby, a born and unschooled rebel, was vociferous in pro- Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. y test against his share of the torture decreed by monthly nurse and winked at by the licensed prac- titioner. Mrs. Gamp was equal to the situation here also. Proceeding upon the postulate that '' all babies were born contrary," she took the new speci- men in hand — and a strong hand — promptly. She dosed him as soon he was born with sweet-oil made thick with sugar ; swathed the yielding abdomen and ribs in bands of linen and flannel pinned as tightly as her sinewy fingers could draw them ; filled him up to the lips with milk-and-water ; jolted him to settle it until he hiccoughed convulsively ; then poured down catnip-tea and aniseed-cordial to cure the colic, Dewees' Mixture and Winslow's Soothing- Syrup to coax back the sleep she had driven afar. M Her babies " always yelled lustily and loudly, but it was good for their lungs. They rejected three- fourths of the food thrust upon them, but that was a sign of a healthy child. She had " no opinion of children who kept all they got." When she w r anted a " real good night's rest " she took the infant to her own bed, to keep it warm and drowsy ; and if the slumbers of the two were prolonged, the mother, forbidden to move or call, counted the clock-ticks with anguished senses, in the misgiving lest the then not very uncommon tragedy of an overlaid 8 Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. baby might be made manifest with the coming of the day. Mrs. Gamp not only ruled, she ramped and rioted over her serfs. A mother who had been settled for the night at nine o'clock with gruel and growls by her nurse, lay in her darkened chamber, her ears pierced by the screams of the baby in the adjoining nurs- ery. Summoning an older child, she sent her to reconnoitre and learned that the nurse was sitting in a rocking-chair under a flaming gas-burner read- ing a novel, the child crying upon her lap. The mother offered through the messenger a timid sug- gestion : Her babies always slept well in a dark room ; would not Mrs. Gamp lay this one in the cradle and turn down the light ? The answer came back, crisp and biting as a ginger-snap : " Tell her it's bad enough to be obliged to sit in the room with a squalling brat without doing it in the dark ! " Let this authentic anecdote suffice as a farewell illustration of the mother's gall-moon in the good old times. With the abruptness of violent reaction the Trained Nurse came to the relief of the downtrod- den — the relief of refined tyranny. With some honorable exceptions, the work done by her is Mrs. Gamp in the Ntirsery. g wholly perfunctory. The discipline of the sick- room and nursery is perfect. Of both there is but one lord, the family physician, and the Trained Nurse is his exponent. Domestic regulations are supplanted by martial law. Mother and child are set down in the professional note-book as " Nos. 104 and 105." The machinery of the twenty-four hours comprehends cleanliness, quiet, order, weights and measures of nourishment, examinations of pulse, temperature, and other conditions. She adminis- ters food and, when prescribed, medicine with the same emotions and air, and, come what may of rapture or anguish, life or death, never forgets her role. The mother knows herself to be in the cus- todian's sight a piece of jarred mechanism that must be readjusted into working order, and endures the consciousness better than the thought that her baby is but a smaller instrument just out of the factory, to be tested, proved, and carried by the expert for a given number of weeks before it is warranted to run evenly. The expert's prices are like her professional tone — high. She throws no sentiment in gratis. Those who had the privilege of hearing Everett's oration on " Washington " well remember the burst of applause that interrupted the sentence fol- io Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. lowing his description of Blenheim and Marlbor- ough's cupidity. " On the banks of the Potomac," began the silver voice, and the imaginations of the auditors anticipated the grateful contrast. Comparing the lesser with the greater, I like to believe that the thoughts of each reader will antici- pate the life-sketch that does meagre justice to the original : I know a nurse — and my judgment of my kind is gentler for .the acquaintanceship — whose presence in the sick-room is more beneficent than the sun- shine she admits freely, the air she invites to enter and purify. " Now I have sweetened your room ! " she says, withdrawing the screen that has kept off draughts from the bed. The mother laughs softly in the rosy face, her eyes shining through happy mists. " You have been doing that ever since you came into it." Official (and acknowledged) examinations are, in our nurse's judgment, startling to a nervous sub- ject. Feminine tact comes to the aid of experience when such are needed. Her trained eye does most of the tongue's work. A glance at the face tells her more than five minutes' cross-examination would Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. n elicit from the perfunctory attendant. She tests pulse and temperature while bathing the patient, arranging the coverings, and rubbing the tired limbs, and invents pretty little surprises for appe- tite and thought. The invalid and her baby rest under her brooding care with equal delight. It is a study to note her manipulation of the sensitive little being. Professional deftness is blended with involuntary caressing, gentle pats and touches and strokings that are purely womanly and altogether beautiful. Above-stairs her presence is a benison ; the well-founded prejudice of the kitchen-cabinet against her order dissolves before her cheery help- fulness, the hearty " Oh ! never mind me " that answers questions as to what arrangements shall be made for her personal accommodation. She can sleep, eat, live anywhere so long as her charges are comfortable. They fill the foreground for her until the day comes when, amid the lamentations of the household, she wipes her own eyes before kissing her happy, good baby "good-bye." Most of her babies are good, and she settles them into " regular habits M before leaving them. 14 It's bad luck to cry over a baby," she brings forth from her endless store of proverbial philos- ophy. " Always smile when they are looking at i 2 Mrs. Gamp in the Nursery. you. And why shouldn't you ? It's a nice world they've come into, if people will but take it that way." We offer the aphorism as a counter-statement to Mrs. Gamp's " Piljian's Projiss of a mortal wale o' grief." BABY'S BATH — WHEN AND HOW TO GIVE IT. HE suggestion of the topic brings the grateful reflection that the torture of the cold bath is abolished in nurseries where common sense and humanity hold sway. When my first baby was born, twenty-seven years ago, the rage for the cold plunge-bath was at its height. Having known for myself the discom- fort of such an immersion and the torture of the cold shower-bath, inflicted with conscientious regularity by one of the most tender-hearted of mothers, I resolved that my boy should never suffer either. I bathed him myself, and, under the play- ful pretext of nervousness in performing under the eyes of others a task to which I was not accustomed, I used to lock myself up with him in our nursery while washing and dressing him. My conscience flinches slightly to this day in the recollection of a deception practised upon an exemplary matron who one day asked me how my baby " liked the cold 14 Baby's Bath. dip every morning." I answered that he had "never objected to it." I had not the moral cour- age to avow that I washed him in tepid water. Times have changed, and nursery-fashions with them. Let us be thankful — and progressive. Every little child that is strong and well should be washed from head to foot at least once every day. An infant in arms is more comfortable for a good washing at morning and another at night. No bath should be given within less than two hours after a hearty meal. If Baby awakes hungry after a long sleep, and insists on having his breakfast at bath-time, postpone the latter for an hour, and feed him with just enough to take the edge off his appe- tite and keep him from crying while the operation is going on. A fit of screaming during the prog- ress of the bath is unfortunate, exhausting the child and working the mother or nurse into a ner- vous state that tends to make her hurry over the business of washing and dressing. If the child is of a very tender age, the danger that in his writhing and shrieking he may rupture himself — if less im- minent than the inexperienced guardian is apt to suppose — is yet a possible one. For his sake and mamma's he should enter the water at peace in body and in temper. Baby's Bath. 15 Before beginning to disrobe him, have everything ready that will be needed in bath and toilet. Lay towels, soap, clean clothes, pin-cushion, baby- basket full-furnished, convenient to your hand. Turn back your sleeves from your wrists, fastening them in position with stout elastic bands kept for the purpose. See that there are no projecting pins about your dress that may tear the tender flesh. Tie around your waist a soft flannel apron that has been washed several times. A half-worn flannel skirt, cut open at the back and hemmed down the sides, is excellent for this use. It must be wide and deep enough to enfold the child entirely. The tub should be perfectly clean and not more than half full. Baby soon learns to flourish his naked limbs in the water, to splash and beat with hands and heels to his and your delectation. The exer- cise is good for the growing child, and can hardly be indulged freely if the water rises so near the brim as to dash over upon the carpet. If you have not one of the newly-invented fold- ing-frames for setting a bath-tub upon, yet in some way spare your spine the strain and your head the pressure of blood that maybe caused by stooping to the level of the low tub. You may improvise a support in a broad-seated, backless chair, a bench, 1 6 Baby f s Bath. or you may take a deal table made expressly for this purpose, or an old one brought from the lum- ber-room with its legs sawed down to a convenient length. Set the support, with the tub on it, upon an old rug or square of oil-cloth spread to protect the carpet, and fill the tub, as has been said, half-way to the top with water before stripping the baby. Un- dress him rapidly, talking cheerfully and soothingly to him to allay impatience, should he delight in the prospective process — to quiet nervousness if he dreads it. Before he is ready, be sure you have ascertained the temperature of the water. Your. own sense of feeling must not be taken as an infallible test of the bath. I have seen mothers, rejecting the evidence of the semi-hardened hands, bare their arms and hold them in the water, rightly judging that flesh which is kept habitually covered is more sensitive than that which is usually exposed to the air. Baby's cuticle is far more delicate than mamma's. The safe witness is the mercury bulb and tube. When the mercury stands for thirty seconds at ninety degrees, nearly ten below blood-heat, you may safely submerge the child. He will not wince then from too much heat or catch his breath at the shock of a cold plunge. Slide him in gently, even Baby r s Bath. 1 7 when the water is just right. Avoid shocking his nerves whenever you can. He ought to love his bath, and, if well managed, in time he must. A washcloth is preferable to a sponge for cleans- ing a very young child. The first operation of the bath, in the writer's opinion (many mothers leave it to the end), is to wind a fold of an old linen-cam- bric handkerchief about the forefinger, and, after dipping it in a cup of pure tepid water, to wash out the mouth, including the tongue, gums, and roof. Wash the face, eyes, and nostrils before putting soap into the bath. For nursery use, old castile soap outranks in real value the scented cakes warranted absolutely pure, healthful, and slightly medicinal. Buy it in quan- tity, saw it into pieces an inch thick, and let it ripen for months on your closet-shelves. In applying it, rub the wet cloth upon it. Beginning at baby's head, wash this tenderly but thoroughly, taking care, of course, that the ends do not drip into his eyes. Hold a dry handkerchief to his forehead with your left hand to absorb the stray streams. Do not blind him with handkerchief or washcloth, if you would have him maintain his equanimity. Wash the soap entirely out of his hair, or from his scalp if he is bald, and dry his head before leaving 1 8 Baby's Bath. it. Use the like precaution with other parts of the body. Alkalies — even old castile — prove irritating if left to dry upon the skin. Much of the distressing chafing under the joints, and where the skin lies in folds, which is pronounced mysterious by nurses, is the direct consequence of neglect of this simple rule. The specific object of the bath is to free the pores. The alkaline soap has an affinity for the fatty parts of the cutaneous secretion, attracts them to itself, and ought to be washed away together with the new oils it has gathered. When he is quite clean, and has had a brief frolic in the waves he has churned into yeast, lift the child to your lap, having laid a soft towel (warmed in winter) on the flannel apron. The duration of the bath ought not to exceed a few minutes ; good cannot, and some harm may come from soaking him for fifteen or twenty minutes. It must not be forgotten that the chief advantage of the bath over the simple washing consists in the more thorough cleansing it insures and the circumstance that all parts of the body are exposed to the same temper- ature. Should the child resist the motion to re- move him — and the chances are that he will — do not yield, but try some form of consolation. A toy, a game of bo-peep behind the flannel folds, a Babys Bath. 19 flow of chirruppy talk, accompanied by the prompt removal of the tempting tub, will usually bring him to reason. Lose no time in enveloping the child in the warm folds of the flannel apron. Two towels ought to be used in drying him — a soft one to absorb the moisture, another somewhat coarser, but not harsh, to rub him gently with until the skin is suffused with a glow. When perfectly dry, his flesh sweet and pure with the exquisite lustre imparted by bath and friction, he is the most kissable object in nature. Nevertheless, do not delay to dress him. He is more likely to take cold now than before the exercise that has given both of you such delight, and for an hour or so thereafter should be kept in- doors and shielded from draughts. We have not spoken till now of the temperature of the room in which Baby gets his bath. In a general way, it ought to be about the same as that to which the child is accustomed in the house. Sixty-five degrees is not too low, if the child is habitually kept in that temperature, and it must be eighty if, as is far too often the case, the nursery is kept at that heat. If the weather makes it im- possible to bring the room to the proper tempera- ture, omit the immersion. Under all circumstan- 20 Baby's Bath. ces it is of the first importance to avoid the least draught. There is a soft, white Turkish towelling, sold by the yard, which makes nice " wash-rags." Do not have them more than eight inches long, and above five wide for a very young child. It irritates him to have a splashing length of cloth dragged over his body, and you cannot cleanse his ears, etc., thoroughly if your hand is full of wet folds. Old linen, cut and hemmed, will answer your purpose well, but soon wears out. An excellent wash-cloth is a bit of fine, all-wool flannel, which has been washed several times, until what our grandmothers called the " ich " of new woollen stuffs is removed. WHEN, WHERE, AND HOW BABY SHOULD SLEEP. HE proverbial nine days of blind puppy- hood are not without their hint to the human mother. We shall have some- thing to say as to the intellectual awak- ening when "the precocious baby" sits for his likeness in our gallery of portraits. In dealing with the infant in his physical aspects, it is safe to recommend that for nine times nine days after birth he should be allowed to keep his eyes closed as much as Nature dictates, and would compel, if she were let alone. He must be washed, dressed, and fed at proper times, of course, but the modern cus- tom of keeping him in the simplest and plainest of night-gowns for the first month is based upon sound sense and physiological principles. On a Southern plantation, where I passed much of my childhood, the colored " mammy" lived in a snug cabin backed by a field of corn. One of the stories with which she regaled our eager ears was 22 How Baby Should Sleep. how she loved to lie awake at midnight, when every creature on the place was asleep, and hear the corn grow. How, creeping to the window, she saw the plumy tops, faintly outlined against the stars, rise higher and higher, the lance-like blades stretch themselves, as a sleepy man his arms, while soft stirrings and rustlings, such as birds make in the nest, or a baby in the cradle, were varied by an oc- casional crackling as the roots burrowed in the earth and the horny stalk expanded. "For you see, my little ladies," was the moral of the pretty tale, 4< nothin' ken grow in the light. Corn and little chillun stan's still all day long. 'Less" — this emphatic — " 'less they takes nice long naps, with the shetters all close', and everything kep' jess as quiet as ken be." Mammy may or may not have believed in her own theory. She assuredly grazed an important truth. Without going into technical explanation, we will admit as fact the assertion that the sleeping child does not fare so well in a brightly-lighted room as in the dark. The march of sanitary aes- thetics has swept away the stock nursery-picture of the young mother plying her needle by the evening lamp, her foot on the rocker, a lullaby on her lips. If there is but one shadowy, still corner in the How Baby Should Sleep. 23 house, make it practicable for cradle or crib to stand there while Baby " gets his sleep out." Some children seldom accomplish this during the entire period of infancy. Even when Baby has been put to bed for the night his nursery is play-ground and sitting-room for older children ; nurse gossips with a visitor or fellow-servant while sewing on her own finery, or mamma finds the only quiet hour and place for reading by the sleeping child. Some- times papa takes pity on her lonely estate and brings up newspaper and cigar to the same cosey corner. Under these conditions Baby's best chance of obtaining the needful depth of slumber is to avail himself of the hours improved by mammy's maize — the season when deep sleep has overtaken everybody else in the house. It is objected by some practical minds — usually the class who believe in the " hardening process" — that it is unfair to subordinate the comfort of a whole household to the convenience of a single member, and that the youngest. Baby can be taught to sleep, they urge, as Maria Edgeworth was compelled by her father to write her books, in the living-room, the heart of family life. The clank of the sewing-machine, the jingle of the piano-forte, the babble of tongues, are naught to his sealed 24 How Baby Should Sleep. senses when they have become accustomed to them. But in proportion as a baby's bodily and mental growth exceeds ours in rapidity does he require deep, undisturbed sleep. "To sleep like a healthy infant" is a phrase which loses pertinence when the diurnal siesta is a series of "cat-naps," unre- freshing because incomplete. Few children in our land suffer for want of food. Many grow up irascible in temper, and disordered in their nervous system, because habitually deprived of their lawful quantum of absolute rest. Each pre- mature awakening is a nervous shock. There is more diversity in natural gifts for sleep than in natural appetites for food. Heredity speaks out here, and with no uncertain sound. Insomnia is a disease the horrors of which are only known to those who have endured them. The poor woman who walks the floor and roams from room to room, trying bed, lounge, and rug in futile attempts to find sleep that comes, an uninvited guest, to others ; who dreads the hour of retiring and the sight of the pillow, surrounded for her by a swarm of fancies, only awaiting the settling of her head upon it to alight with buzz and bite, will probably see these experiences in some degree repeated in her off- spring. In order to be patient and wise in the How Baby Should Sleep. 25 management of infants, we must study their ante- cedents and shape the regimen accordingly. To recapitulate : A baby must have all the sleep he will take, and be encouraged to take that all by the wooing influence of shade and silence. Next let the periods of rest, as he grows older, be stated and punctual. Nurses have a saying of children who have been kept awake beyond the usual time for the nap, "They are too sleepy to sleep/' and that "they have got past their sleep." Both phrases express clumsily the nervous excitement that drives away the only cure for abnormal irrita- tion. As to the methods of inducing sleep, the pen halts in perplexity. "Mothers' Manuals" are unanimous in the protest against rocking, trotting, patting, and walking a child into slumber. " Rock- a-by Baby "." is adjudged by latter-day discoveries to have been an Indian lullaby, the chant of the squaw to the papoose strapped to a sapling. Swing- ing-cradles are said "to unsettle the balance of brain-lobes M — whatever that may mean — and to vex the diaphragm ; rockers are unscrew r ed from the legs of cribs, and rocking-chairs banished from the nursery. Yet, says the young mother of two children, " my babies persist in turning night into day, as their 26 How Baby Should Sleep. grandmamma says / did. I had a cradle for the first, when a week's terrible work had proved that he would, despite our efforts, sleep fitfully by day, and scream by night. I was obliged to keep my hand on that cradle all night long. For the second I bought a standing crib ; but I am no better off, since I have to pat her gently for hours to make her sleep moderately well." Another testifies: "I have reared six healthy children, none of whom would sleep without rock- ing. I tried faithfully and perseveringly with all, each in his turn, to persuade them to lie still in bed and dose off after the fashion of my neighbors' good darlings. They cried and fought against the method for two, three, four hours, until, worn out and fearful of results to them, I yielded. Two min- utes' rocking would put them to sleep, after which the motion was discontinued/' A volume of testimonials to like effect could be collated, and many volumes of the same size repro- bating the use of rockers. One point is clear through the maze of conflicting statements : It is best for Baby and for mamma that he should be taught from the beginning to go to sleep like a sen- sible, civilized, human being, in a stationary bed. So well worth the trouble of an experiment is the How Baby Should Sleep. 27 formation of this habit that every mother should make the trial. See that he is warm, dry, and generally com- fortable ; tuck him in lovingly, darken the room, and insist, with all the will-power you can muster, that he shall yield himself to slumber. To borrow Solo- mon's advice, u Let not your soul spare for his cry- ing/' within reasonable bounds. Should he succumb once to your determination, the second struggle will be more brief, the third may never come. 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