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Henry Altemus - "The History of Tom Thumb, et. al."

William J. Claxton - "The Mastery of the Air"

J. Storer Clouston - "Count Bunker"

George MacDonald - "Sir Gibbie"

New Philadelphia Book Publisher Highlights Local Talent
Book and Publishing News from Publishers Newswire(tm)

Looking for Child to be on Cover of a New Book, 'The Model Child'
PHILADELPHIA, Pa. -- The Philadelphia literary world will celebrate the launch of two new players today, April 10th: Kay Square Press, a new publishing company focused on Philadelphia-area artists, their stories, and their art; and Kay Square's first release, 'With the Rich and Mighty: Emlen Etting of Philadelphia' (ISBN: 978-0-9815129-0-7), a critical biography by Kenneth C. Kaleta.

FlatSigned Press Alleges Don Imus Remarks Damage Legacy of President Gerald R. Ford
NEW YORK, N.Y. -- Nathan Yungerberg, an accomplished model scout and professional child photographer is launching a nation-wide casting call to find the cover model for his highly anticipated book release, 'The Model Child: A Parents Guide to the Child Modeling Industry' (ISBN: 978-0-9817018-0-6).

The Life and Perambulations of a Mouse

D >> Dorothy Kilner >> The Life and Perambulations of a Mouse




Surely, surely, thought I, if people would but reflect upon the
contempt, the shame, and the difficulties which lies expose them
to, they would never be guilty of so terrible a vice, which
subjects them to the scorn of all they converse with, and renders
them at all times suspected, even though they should, as in the
case of Hetty, really speak the truth. Such were my reflections
upon falsehood, nor could I help altogether blaming the owner of
the pincushion for her hasty judgment relating to it. Somebody,
she was certain, must have done it; it was impossible it could
come so by itself. That, to be sure, was very true; but then she
never recollected that it was possible a little mouse might put it
in that condition. Ah! thought I to myself, what pity is it, that
human creatures, who are blest with understanding and faculties so
superior to any species, should not make better use of them; and
learn, from daily experience, to grow wiser and better for the
future. This one instance of the pincushion, may teach (and
surely people engaged in life must hourly find more) how dangerous
it is to draw hasty conclusions, and to condemn people upon
suspicion, as also the many, great, and bad consequences of lying.

Scarcely had I finished these soliloquies when a great knock at
the house door made me give such a start that I fell off the joist
on which I was standing, and then ran straight forwards till I
came out at a little hole I found in the bricks above the parlour
window: from that I descended into the road, and went on
unmolested till I reached a malt-house, about whose various
apartments, never staying long in the same, I continued to live;
till one night, all on a sudden, I was alarmed by fire, which
obliged me to retreat with the greatest expedition.

I passed numberless rats and mice in my way, who, like myself,
were driven forth by the flames; but, alas! among them I found not
my brother. Despairing, therefore, of ever seeing him again, I
determined, if possible, to find my way back to you, who before
had shown me such kindness. Numberless were the fatigues and
difficulties I had to encounter in my journey here; one while in
danger from hungry cats, at another almost perished with cold and
want of food.

But it is needless to enumerate every particular; I should but
tire your patience was I to attempt it; so I will hasten to a
conclusion of my history, only telling you how you came to find me
in that melancholy condition from which your mercy has now raised
me.

I came into your house one evening concealed in the middle of a
floor-cloth, which the maid had rolled up and set at the outside
of the back door, whilst she swept the passage, and neglected to
take it in again till the evening, In that I hid myself, and upon
her laying it down, ran with all speed down the cellar-stairs,
where I continued till the family were all gone to bed. Then I
returned back, and came into your closet, where the scent of some
figs tempted me to get into the jar in which you found me. I
concealed myself among them, and after feasting most deliciously,
fell asleep, from which I was awakened by hearing a voice say,
"Who has left the cover off the fig-jar?" and at the same time I
was involved in darkness by having it put on. In vain I
endeavoured to remove it, the figs were so low, that when I stood
on them I could but just touch it with my lips, and the jar being
stone I could not possibly fasten my nails to hang by the side.

In this dismal situation therefore I was constrained to stay, my
apprehensions each day increasing as my food diminished, till at
last, after feeding very sparingly for some days, it was quite
exhausted; and I had endured the inexpressible tortures of hunger
for three days and three nights, when you happily released me, and
by your compassion restored me once more to life and liberty.
Condescend, therefore, to preserve that life you have so
lengthened, and take me under your protection.

'That most gladly,' interrupted I, 'I will do: you will live in
this large green-flowered tin canister, and run in and out when
you please, and I will keep you constantly supplied with food.
But I must now shut you in, for the cat has this moment entered
the room.'



And now I cannot take leave of all my little readers, without once
more begging them, for their own sakes, to endeavour to follow all
the good advice the mouse has been giving them; and likewise
warning them to shun all those vices and follies, the practice of
which renders children so contemptible and wicked.

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