Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Grandpapa's Christmas box
 Feasts and festivals in our black...
 A tale of the sea
 Donkey-boy Bob
 Study, play and work
 Kind little May
 Tried and true
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 Bobby's birthday
 Dot and Puss
 Lost on Christmas Eve
 Tom Tortoiseshell's tea party
 Baby and birds - the broken...
 The little visitors
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 The child and the earth
 The lost kittens
 Happy days
 The proud goose
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 Jennie's pet
 The little one's garden
 Mary Colledge
 Drawing lesson
 By the sea
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 A tale about some little birds
 The blackbird's party
 Drawing lesson
 A day in the country
 What the crows do - a true...
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 Roy's missionary shilling
 The boy and the butterfly
 Daisy's shoes
 Grandmamma's donkey
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 Story of a funny little dog
 A day's pleasure
 The little old woman and her silver...
 Poor dolly
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 Peggie and Dorothy
 Game: Bridges and boats
 Drawing lesson
 Little Arthur's idea
 Charlie and Carlo
 Children of the Bible
 Short words and large type for...
 A visit to grandmamma
 Little Nellie's dream
 Cock robin and the little girl
 The parables of our Lord
 Short words and large type for...
 Company manners
 Dolly and Nell
 Drawing lesson
 Aunt Grace's story
 More about the funny little...
 The parables of our Lord
 Short words and large type for...
 The child who wished to remain...
 Ethel coming home from India
 Dame Trot's Christmas party
 Puzzle alphabet of animals
 Babies' bay
 "Little children, love one...
 The parables of our Lord
 Short words and large type for...
 The birthday
 Three white pussies - little...
 Pleasures of the beach
 Catching the rainbow
 The parables of our Lord
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

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Title: Grandpapa's Christmas box
Physical Description: 1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dean & Son ( Publisher )
Publisher: Dean & Son
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [1891?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
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Bible stories, English -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1891   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1891   ( lcsh )
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Bldn -- 1891
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Children's poetry
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Grandpapa's Christmas box
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Feasts and festivals in our black forest school
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    A tale of the sea
        Page 6
    Donkey-boy Bob
        Page 7
    Study, play and work
        Page 8
    Kind little May
        Page 9
    Tried and true
        Page 10
    Children of the Bible
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 14
    Bobby's birthday
        Page 15
    Dot and Puss
        Page 16
    Lost on Christmas Eve
        Page 17
        Page 18
    Tom Tortoiseshell's tea party
        Page 19
        Page 20
    Baby and birds - the broken jar
        Page 21
    The little visitors
        Page 22
    Children of the Bible
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 26
    The child and the earth
        Page 27
    The lost kittens
        Page 28
    Happy days
        Page 29
    The proud goose
        Page 30
    Children of the Bible
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 34
    Jennie's pet
        Page 35
    The little one's garden
        Page 36
    Mary Colledge
        Page 37
    Drawing lesson
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
    By the sea
        Page 41
        Page 42
    Children of the Bible
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 46
    A tale about some little birds
        Page 47
        Page 48
    The blackbird's party
        Page 49
    Drawing lesson
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
    A day in the country
        Page 53
    What the crows do - a true story
        Page 54
    Children of the Bible
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 58
    Roy's missionary shilling
        Page 59
    The boy and the butterfly
        Page 60
    Daisy's shoes
        Page 61
    Grandmamma's donkey
        Page 62
    Children of the Bible
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 66
    Story of a funny little dog
        Page 67
    A day's pleasure
        Page 68
    The little old woman and her silver penny
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    Poor dolly
        Page 74
    Children of the Bible
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 78
        Page 79
    Peggie and Dorothy
        Page 80
    Game: Bridges and boats
        Page 81
    Drawing lesson
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    Little Arthur's idea
        Page 85
    Charlie and Carlo
        Page 86
    Children of the Bible
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 90
    A visit to grandmamma
        Page 91
    Little Nellie's dream
        Page 92
        Page 93
    Cock robin and the little girl
        Page 94
    The parables of our Lord
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 98
    Company manners
        Page 99
    Dolly and Nell
        Page 100
        Page 101
    Drawing lesson
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    Aunt Grace's story
        Page 105
    More about the funny little dog
        Page 106
    The parables of our Lord
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 110
    The child who wished to remain a dunce
        Page 111
    Ethel coming home from India
        Page 112
    Dame Trot's Christmas party
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
    Puzzle alphabet of animals
        Page 116
    Babies' bay
        Page 117
    "Little children, love one another"
        Page 118
    The parables of our Lord
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
    Short words and large type for the little ones
        Page 122
    The birthday
        Page 123
    Three white pussies - little Percy
        Page 124
    Pleasures of the beach
        Page 125
    Catching the rainbow
        Page 126
    The parables of our Lord
        Page 127
        Page 128
    Back Matter
        Back Matter
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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T was Christmas Eve, and the
stars were shining down
brightly, just as they did long
ago on that very first Christ-
S mas Eve the world ever
l All round about the Manor
House the snow was lying deep on park, and fields,
and high roads, for the earth had dressed herself in
a robe of white for the great festival.
Inside the large house, every part of which was
gaily lighted, merry voices sounded, and little feet
were flying from room to room. The house was
full of children, for little cousins had been gathered
from all parts of the country to spend the happy
time, the gentle mistress of the Manor maintaining
that Christmas was the children's own time, and
that everything should be done to please them and
make them joyful.
In every corner might be seen a group of ex-
cited little ones, some whispering great secrets
about presents which were to be proudly brought
forth the next morning and heaped upon the break-
fast-table; others loudly declaring what gifts they
hoped to receive; and others, again, chattering
about the splendid Christmas tree which none of
them had seen, the door of the music-room, where
it was, being kept locked until Christmas night,
when it would be lighted up.
Upstairs and downstairs all was excitement, for
even the tiniest of the children were allowed to
stay up until the great event of the evening-the
arrival of grandpapa from London laden with toys,
walking dolls, and talking dolls, and all the very
newest toys made. Oh, there was nothing grand-
papa would not bring! And as carriage wheels
were heard coming up the drive, the children, like
a flock of pigeons, flew down into the hall, followed
by mother and the grown-up visitors, all pressing
forward to greet the cheery old gentleman who was
everybody's favourite.
His well-known voice, as he descended from the
carriage, was the signal for a chorus of welcomes,
and, as he entered, he was besieged by the crowd
of laughing children, who hung round him like
bees. When there was a lull in the kissing and
handshaking, grandpapa spoke.
"Well, well, children!" said he, cheerfully.
"Here I am at last, and I shan't say how many
more presents I have got amongst my luggage, but
here is one Christmas box I have brought you,"
and he dragged forward into the light something

dark and shrinking. "I found this lying fainting
on the roadside as we drove through the snow-
and-well, I could not leave it there. Was I right,
Mary dear? asked he, looking over the children's
heads at the mistress of the house.
I think you were, father," said she, in a sweet,
low voice; "we shall scarcely turn away from our
door any child to-night for the sake of the Child
whose birthday we keep to-morrow."

There was a silence, and, with a little awe, the
children drew forward, in a ring, round the
stranger, while the elders quietly noted the curious
picture. The brilliant lights of the large hall shone
down upon more than a dozen of children, gaily
dressed in evening frocks and sashes; the central
figure in their midst was a sweet-faced child, a boy,
on whose fair, curly hair patches of snow were
lying; indeed, from head to foot, he looked almost
as if clad in a white robe, for the snow had
hardened upon him. "Just like a snow-child out
of a story," thought the children, silently.
Then out of the circle stepped three-year old
Edie, all blue sash, blue shoes, and blue eyes; going
over she lifted the boy's icy hand in her warm
fingers, and in her own composed way remarked,
Poor boy must have his supper."
The spell was broken. Edie is right," said
everybody. "He must be warmed and fed; and
then we must find out who he is. He certainly is
no poor waif, but must belong to some decent home."
So nurse, a very important-looking person, was
sent for, and into her hands the unbidden guest
was given. The children, of course, were all anxious
to superintend matters, but nurse said No,"
firmly, and the little people were hurried off to bed,
not to sleep, certainly, for their heads were full of
the living Christmas box grandpapa had brought
them. What should they do with the pretty little
boy who looked so like a picture? And did
grandpapa mean him to be their very own ?


"A merry Christmas !" said everybody next
morning,' joyously. "And where is the strange
little boy ?" they asked, in the next breath.
Nurse's report was startling. In the first place
the child was a respectable one, judging from his
appearance and also his clothing, travel-stained as
it was; he must have wandered many a mile
in the snow before grandpapa found him, but
nothing could be extracted from his own lips, for,
wonderful to say, he was deaf and dumb At pre-
sent he was still sound asleep, added nurse, and
on no account would she have him disturbed.
The children scampered downstairs to tell the
news, much too wildly excited even to look at the
presents heaped on each child's plate and chair,
not to speak of large packages on the floor.
"Hush !" said mother, raising her hand, "let
me speak, dears. It seems to me, as this lost
child cannot tell us anything of his history, the
best thing we can do is to wait until to-morrow to
make inquiries all over the country about him.
For to-day he shall be your own guest, so you
must be very kind to him, and you have our leave
to share with him the heaps of gifts I see waiting
for each boy and girl."
A rush was then made, and a lively scene fol-
lowed of chattering and tearing open parcels,
accompanied by shrieks of delight at their contents.
Edie's doll's house was splendid, it was filled
with dolls, and trunks of dolls' clothes, including
shoes and stockings, combs and brushes, parasols
and fans. Johnny and Arthur, the twins, found
addressed to them a huge nursery yacht, large
enough to hold them both. Mary, who was nine,
got a little theatre, with moving performers, and
Amy, grandpapa's favourite, got a large mechanical
peacock which strutted proudly across the floor.
Music-loving Alice found a musical box, and
Teddy a fine fortress with soldiers and cannons.
In fact each child seemed to get exactly what he
or she had been longing to have, and all over the
room were steam engines, walking bears and
elephants, besides smaller toys and sweets, to the
bewilderment of the little people.
So it was almost a relief when they were sent
for to go and see the stranger guest, whom they
found dressed in a sailor suit of Johnny's, sitting
placidly eating his hot bread and milk. He looked
up delightedly, and made funny signs to the chil-
dren as they surrounded him, but not a word could
he speak! Everybody began to pet and make
much of him, and he was loaded with the toys and
sweets each one gladly forced upon him. Such a
happy day it was for them all !
SWhen night came the door of the music-room was
unlocked, and a procession of children filed in,
Edie leading the stranger by the hand. A shout
of delight greeted the immense Christmas tree,
reaching to the roof, and gaily lighted up. More

*oys, more sweets, oh what a Christmas this was
for the little people !
Then they joined hands, and, forming a ring
round the tree, sang a carol they had learned on
purpose, after which the presents were handed
down, grandpapa calling out the names, and,
strange to say, several gifts were addressed to "The
Children's Guest."
Then came old-fashioned games, and grandpapa,
who was blindfolded, caught Edie, who, in her
turn, at once caught the little stranger, so every-
body declared Edie must have peeped.
"I didn't peep," cried she, indignantly; "I
didn't peep, 'cos I saw all the time! "
Everybody laughed and tied up the little girl's
eyes again, but she still insisted on catching the
little unknown.
Then by-and-by while the children rested mother
played on the organ, and the elders sang "Unto
us a Child is born," which pleased the children
greatly, even the deaf and dumb boy seemed to
listen with his eyes.
After this more games were tried, but little heads
began to nod, so good nights were said, and the
tired-out little folks went off sleepily to bed, having
had a merry Christmas indeed !
In a day or two after the mystery of the strange
child was explained. The orphan of well-born but
not well-off parents, he had been left to the care of
selfish, unkind relations, who boarded him out to
live with a large family; these people treated him
so unkindly that the little creature at last actually
ran away, and had wandered many miles in the
blinding snow when grandpapa fortunately found
him lying exhausted on the roadside.

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After much consultation between grandpapa,
mother, and the child's relations, it was arranged
to send him to a great school for the deaf and
dumb, who can be taught nearly everything in the
present day. From time to time he came to spend
his holidays at the Manor House, where he was
joyfully welcomed by all the children, among whom
he was always lovingly known as "Grandpapa'o
Christmas Box." M. B. M.


By the Althor of "Moravian Life in the Black
Forest," "Little Tija; or, The New Name," etc.
E had a great many treats of
Small sorts and kinds, both in
Winter and Summer, indoors
and out, at our happy school
in the Black Forest. Do
1 you know where the Black
Forest is, and why it is so
called ? It is a large stretch
of mountain-country in the south of Germany,
covered with forests of pine-trees, which once upon
a time used to be filled with wild animals-bears,
and wild boars, and wolves ; and there are some
there still, but not many. From a distance these
thick fir-woods look almost black against the clear
sky overhead, and even when you see them quite
closely, they appear very dark indeed by the side of
other trees, such as oak, and beech, and ash. For
there are other trees besides the dark firs in that
country, and sometimes the roads are lined on
either side with mountain-ash, the light berries of
which look like little balls of crimson light when
the setting sun shines on them, as we used to
see them sometimes on our Winter walks.
You cannot think how delightful these walks
were, especially on half-holidays, when we went
some distance into the forest, through the frosted
trees, hung all about with a lacework of icicles, the
snake-moss, and heather, and ferns, and bilberry
bushes below, covered with sparkling white hoar-
frost, while the sky above the tall, painted tree-tops
was of a deep and beautiful blue. We did not
mind the cold; we did not feel it, the air was
so diy, and we were so well wrapped up with warm
mittens over our gloves, and comforters round our
necks, and little quilted hoods on our heads, turned
up with rose-colour, or trimmed round with fur.
At the end of our walk, too, we knew that we
should come to a pleasant Black Forest Farm-
house, with a deep-thatched roof, and a great
carved wooden balcony, with Indian corn hanging
above it, and beehives ranged below it, and a warm
guest-room inside for receiving visitors in, and a
still warmer welcome awaiting us. And we knew
that the kindly, bustling, active farmer's wife would
very soon make some good coffee for us, and boil
plenty of new milk, and provide plenty of home-
baked black-bread and good fresh butter churned
by herself; and we had each got a large new white
roll in our pockets, so that those who did not care
for the dark rye loaves, which are called black-bread,
might have plenty without. And then there was
the large, roomy, beautifully clean cowshed to visit
-under the same roof with the house for the sake
of the warmth-and the fowls to see, and the pigs,
which are kept in the dark to do nothing but eat
and grow fat, then to be eaten in their turn.

After making the round of the premises, and
enjoying our coffee, we had a game of "Lords and
Ladies," or I don't touch you," or Blind Cow," as
they call blind man's buff in German; and then, to
rest ourselves before we started home, we would sit
all round the room in the deep window-recesses,
which always had a little raised platform in them to
put the chairs upon, and enable one to see out
better, or an old wooden settle in the warm corner
by the big stove, which was covered with bright
green, shiny tiles, or at the long table, on one side
of the room, over which hung the wooden spoons
which the farmer's family used to eat their soup
with; and then we sang some of the pretty songs
and chorales which we learnt at school; and the
old farmer and his wife and their little red-haired
granddaughter, with a face all over freckles, and
eyes as blue as the sky, and, who was called
Roschen-that is, little Rose-would come in to
listen; and when we had done they would say that
they never heard singing that they liked so well as ours.
After that we would set off towards home again,
gathering as we went long trailers of the curious
snake or stag-horn moss, and sprays of sweet-
scented heather, still lingering here and there
in spite of frost and cold, and even stray forest-
berries, such as we could find in sheltered nooks.
Those were happy afternoons; and when we got
home we had excellent appetites for our supper of
salad and pancakes, or cranberries and rusks, or
whatever it might be. It was sure to be very
different to anything we have in England, but it
seemed very good in the Black Forest, and most
especially so after one of these long, bright half-
holiday walks through the woods.

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As the Winter advanced and Christmas-time
approached, we had many treats to look forward
to-the preparation of Christmas gifts, and gilding
of nuts and apples for Christmas-trees, practising
Christmas pieces, and learning to ride in hand-
sledges. Children in North America call this
to-bag-gan-ning! A very long, queer word you

will say; but you would like the thing itself, It was cold enough then, I can tell you The
especially if you could be one of such a party in handles of the doors, the keys, and the bolts were
the Black Forest as I speak of, I am sure. These white with frost even inside the house, and in the
sledges are little things, something like low, flat long school corridors and passages stood great
toy-carts without wheels, but mounted upon two braziers or baskets filled with flaming coals, to keep
stout, curved slips of solid wood instead, and just us from freezing as we went from. room to room.
big enough to sit upon. Each child takes one and And outside the world was white all over-trees
drags it to the top of a nice sloping spot in the and ground and houses, and even the men's long
woods, where the frost and fallen fir-needles have beards, and the fountain was draped with icicles-
made the ground smooth and slippery. Then they and the sky was blue, and with this overhead the
sit down, sometimes two on one sledge, back to white sparkling world looked very beautiful I
back, and the foremost starts off and all the rest thought; and I was very much delighted when I
follow, laughing and shouting for glee, and now was told that an invitation had come for me to take
and then tumbling off too; but as there is not far a real sleigh drive, in a real sleigh, drawn by a pair
to fall, it never seems to hurt, and so the fun goes of horses, to a town a few miles off in the heart of
on till all are too tired to tobaggan any more. the forest one afternoon during the Christmas
Winter-time is the season of Advent, and as holidays.
soon as Advent sets in, the Christmas doings begin.
Advent Sunday is a beautiful festival. You know .-
"Advent" means coming, and on that day we
remember especially Christ's coming upon earth. / \
It is the day on which we prepare to think with //
thanksgiving of His being born into the world for -K
us; and in the Black Forest, where I was at school,
trumpets were blown from the church tower very -"
early in the morning to remind us of it; and we
sang during the evening service in church the
words with which the children of Palestine once -
greeted the coming of Jesus to Jerusalem--
"Hosanna in the Highest."
The music for these words was very beautiful; it
was especially written for children to sing, and we
liked singing it very much indeed. The Black '- =.
Foresters liked it too, to listen to. That evening .
the church used to be crowded with them, and very .
picturesque they looked, the men in their long -
waistcoats with a great many buttons to them, and
the women in their short, full skirts, bunched out I was so excited that I could not sleep for think-
with a straw bolster round the waist, very short mg of it, and so, like the little boy in Hans
jackets and embroidered bodices, and low-crowned Andersen's fairy tale, I had lime-blossom tea given
white straw hats, trimmed with four very large to me to drink. I think he had elder-flower tea,
black rosettes. Their hair hung down their backs but it was for the same purpose, and we both went
in two plaits, tied with long streamers of black to sleep afterwards as we were intended to do. I
ribbon which reached to their ankles; and their know mine had plenty of sugar in it, and I rather
snow-white stockings were knitted with thread spun liked it, and looked upon it as part of the treat.
by themselves from the hairs of white rabbits-fur. But the next day when the sleigh came, with its
I know that this is true, for I had a pair of doll's gaily dressed horses in their smart collars, and tall
stockings knitted from the same material, and feather top-knots, and many bells jingling all over
I have some of it now. their harness, I was more excited than ever, and
During Advent time, in the three or four weeks more delighted than I can express; and if you had
which followed before Christmas, we gave presents been there snugly happit-up," as the Scotch say,
to one another which were carried about on little amidst the fur rugs, gliding over the snow so swiftly,
trays lighted up with many candles; and on Christ- yet so smoothly that you hardly felt you were
mas Eve and Christmas Day the Christmas-trees moving, with the murmur of the sleigh-bells
were lighted up everywhere, all over the school, making all sorts of merry, happy Christmas tunes
and in every house, glittering with gold and silver in your ears, and two kind, loving friends doing
stars, and bonbons, and gilded nuts, and pretty and saying all they could to please you, and make
sweetmeats, and coloured festoons, and tapers you enjoy yourself, you would have been excited
smelling of honey, for the wax of which they were and delighted too, and you would never have
made was really mixed with honey to keep it suffi- forgotten that pleasant bright Christmas holiday
gently soft in that cold climate. ride any more than I have done. BEATRICE.

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STEORGE and Fred went out in a boat for a row when they
1 were at the sea-side. The day was calm and bright.
They had been out more than an hour when they saw a
small cask on the top of a wave. They did their best to
reach it, and when they got close to it they read a name on
the cask. They could not lift the cask in-to the boat,
for the boys were not strong and the man did not like to
loose his hold of the oars or sculls, so they put their boat-
hook into the hole of the cask, and thus took it to the
beach. What do you think they found in the cask ?
A poor dog, quite dead, and a note to tell that the ship
"Queen of the Sea" had gone down in the deep blue
waves. YADE.
QH, Dol-ly, Dol-ly, can't you see?"
W- Ask-ed a lit-tle maid with glee,
As she nurs-ed up-on her knee
A doll as fine as fine could be.
What is the use of eyes so bright
If you have not got your sight?
Rlal-ly now, it is not right
Of dol-lies not to see the light."
Hush, lit-tle one said Moth-er wise,
'Twas God Him-self who gave you eyes,
Also a soul that nev-er dies,
Which from earth to Heav-en will rise.
But Dol-ly's on-ly made of wax,
Sight and speech and heart she lacks.
Let her fall, and, lo! she cracks!
Why, bet-ter be a duck that quacks!" M. B. M.


(See Picture on first page.)
tNE bright summer morning Miss Humble
Bee left her nest in the bank, and after
perching herself on a neighboring dan-
delion to brush her hairy body and smooth out
her gauzy wings, she started on her airy mission
to the flowers by the wayside and' in the fields,
humming a busy song as she flew from blossom
to blossom.
Presently she found her way into a garden, in
which some sweet wallflowers were growing, and
recognizing their scent, she knew from experience
that they would yield her a bountiful feast; so she
hovered over them, peeping into their deepest
recesses and enjoying the sweet spoil.
It was just the time when the children were
leaving school, and one little boy who had been
very idle all the morning caught sight of Miss Bee,
and, feeling in a mischievous mood, he tried
to catch her, but Miss Bee did not wish to be
caught, and, anxious to gather as much honey into
her bag as she could before the sun went down,
she flew away. But Claude chased her a long
way, and nearly caught her so many times that she
thought he would not let her work in peace until
she had punished him ; so she settled on a honey-
suckle in the hedge and waited. When Claude
came up he grasped her in his hand, and thought
he had secured her at last, but Miss Humble Bee
thrust her little sting into his palm so sharply, that
he opened his hand, screamed with the pain, and
Miss Bee flew away.
She was very sorry to hurt Claude, but since he
was so unkind she was obliged to teach him not to
tease busy bees for his idle amusement. MABEL.
OB was a little boy who all through the
summer drove a donkey called "Bess."
He had to stand with Bess on the beach
and look out for any little boys or girls who wanted
a ride up the steep hill to their homes.
Some days Bob earned a lot of pennies to send to
his grandmother, and then she would give him one
penny to buy himself a cake; this made Bob very
happy; but this little donkey-boy did not always
laugh, and whistle, and sing. Some days he was
very sad, and would long to be one of the little
gentlemen who seemed to be so happy, as they
digged with their spades and made castles of the
sand; they had papas, and kind mammas, and
dear little sisters, while he had no one near to love

him except Donkey Bess, who would follow him
anywhere, and liked him to put his arms round
her neck and kiss her.
He wished to be a sailor; that is, to go in a big
ship and sail away to strange lands, until he was a
man, and could do as he pleased.
But Bob could not have his wish yet; he was too
young, he must wait, and mind his donkey, and get
for his poor grandmother all the pennies he could,
for she was away ill in a cottage hospital. Now, of
all the children who at times rode on Bob's donkey,
a dear little girl called May, Bob liked the best.
May was so kind to Bess, and spoke so gently to
Bob, and told him all about her home and the
baby brother whom she loved so much, that Bob
would listen and think little May like the angels he
heard of on Sundays.
But one day Bob told the little lady how much
he wanted to be a sailor, so when May went home
she told her mamma about Bob, and what he
wished. I think when Bob is old enough, May's
papa will help him to get a place in a ship, but I
think that Bess, the good donkey, will miss her
friend and little master and look for him very often.
I do not think Donkey-boy Bob will ever forget
dear old Bess; so we will hope if he ever becomes
richer he will buy his old pet, and let her rest in a
good stable for the remainder of her life. I think
we may all learn a lesson from Bob the donkey-
boy; to be good and patient with all animals that
love and depend upon us for kindness and care.
H. D.
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The Last Look.
' ITTLE Alice must peep at her lesson just
For fear her companions should call her a.
"With a laugh and a rush Jack and Jessie fly
They'll skate every day if the frost will but
"Little man, little man, have you caught any
fish ?
Why, you haven't enough for a single dish."
Water Cress Gatherer.
"Little Mary gathers cresses, and has far to
To earn a few pennies for her Mother dear
at home." C. N.


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SIND little May was out walking one day
With her big sister Jenny and Nat,
When they saw a poor boy without any shoes,
And not even a jacket or hat.
Then kind little May sat down on the grass
To pull off her stockings and shoes,
For she said, "I am sure nurse will give me
some more,
So to wear them he cannot refuse."
"Let us ask dear mother to find him some
Said Jenny, don't send him away,
For yours are too small, and they won't do at all,
Though you are such a kind little May."

Q ITTLE rosy children in the meadows sweet,
Dancing in the sunshine with merry little
Little chubby fingers gathering pretty flowers,
Happy little people in the summer hours.

SNE afternoon Daisy was playing very happily
with her dolls in the nursery. Her mamma
had taken her sister Maude, who was ill, to
the seaside, and Daisy was left in charge of nurse,
and, as her papa said, "to brighten the house." She.
was playing all alone on this afternoon, while
nurse was very busy about the house. Daisy was
saying to her pet doll, Poor Elizabeth, you must
begin to help me teach my other children, as you
are such a good scholar, and have very nice
manners. We will begin to teach them their
letters to-day." And just as Daisy was arranging
her dolls nurse called her.
"Be good, and don't move till I come back,"
she said, as she ran off to nurse.
Oh, Daisy, child nurse said, I want you to
help me tie down the jam ; your little fingers are
so much handier than my clumsy ones."
"Very well, nurse," Daisy answered, rather
quietly ; she was thinking about her dolls, but she
stayed patiently until all the jam-covers were
neatly tied, and then she helped to store them
away in the pantry.
She said as she returned to her dolls, "Well,

my children, you have been very quiet, and I will
give you a kiss all round." Hardly had the kisses
been given, when nurse again called, Daisy !
Daisy !"
So once more Daisy ran off, but with a little sigh.
This time nurse said "I want you to stay by that
milk, dear, and to call me when you see it begin
to bubble up."
"Yes," said Daisy; and she leaned forward
with a little anxious face to watch, unmil nurse came
hurrying back, and set her free once more.
And now the game was beginning again in
earnest, when once more came the call for Daisy.
She went rather slowly at first, thinking that nurse
might try and do without her; but again it occurred
to her that this would not be acting like a good
girl, or as Jesus would wish her to act, so she went
more quickly with a brave little heart.
There, dear, is a nice tart for you, and I hope
I shall not disturb you again." So Daiy said
" Thank you," and ran off wondering what made
nurse so busy and important to-day.
Hardly was the tart eaten, when once more
came the call, Daisy Daisy "
This time she felt a little bit impatient-don't
you think you would have felt so too ?-but by the
time she got downstairs the impatience had all
gone; and there was her own dear mother come
home, with sister Maude much better.
And after their loving greeting and warm
embraces Daisy was quite content to leave her
dolls, and sit down to tea with her mother, her
face quite bright and her little heart quite happy.

,HERE once was an ant, hardworking and poor,
Who lived in a wood, and his neighbour
next door
Was a butterfly gay all spotted and bright,
Who never would labour from morning to night !
He'd play all the day, and he'd sip from each
And at night he would sleep in a beautiful bower.
" How stupid you are, Mr. Ant," he would say,
"To work as you do ev'ry bright summer day! "
But the ant he worked on, and when summer was
He was rich, while the butterfly grew very poor.
The ant he had dinners all the winter to show,
While the butterfly starved in the frost and the
snow. R. H. L.


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By the tly(. Theodore Johnson, Diocesan Inspector
of Schools, Rochester.
The City of David.-Some six miles to the
south of Jerusalem stands Bethlehem, the birth-
place and City of David. The quaint little town
brings before us the old, old, stories of Ruth and
the gleaners, and David the shepherd boy keeping
his father's flocks in the surrounding fields. But it
also tel.s of a nobler, brighter story, when the birth
of the Babe of Bethlehem was proclaimed by angel
lips to the watching shepherds, who were guarding
their flocks by night there.
The Shepherd Boy.-Here David passed his
early life. While alone with his gentle companions,
the sheep and lambs of the flock, he first learned
to praise God. We all love to hear the Shepherd
Boy's song, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall
not want," which he may have sung while keeping
his flocks in the fields of Bethlehem. Faithful
and ever ready he was to defend his flock from
danger, for we know how he slew both a lion and
a bear which came to attack the sheep.
Anointed King.-But the fair Shepherd Boy
was soon to leave his home, for God sent the aged
prophet, Samuel, to Bethlehem, with a message
which none knew, though all may have greatly
wondered when the man of God entered into the
house of Jesse to sacrifice there.
Then the sons of Jesse passed before Samuel,
for God had chosen one to be king over Israel
instead of Saul. Now David was away keeping the
sheep, so Samuel sent for him, for none of his
brethren had been marked out for this honour.
The young shepherd came in ruddy, and of a
beautiful countenance, and God said to Samuel,
"Arise, anoint him ; for this is he."
The Harpist.-The wicked king Saul, rejected
by God, was at this time troubled with an evil
spirit from the Lord, and his servants sought for
some one to soothe him by playing on the harp
before him. Now it happened that David was
skilled in playing on the harp, so Saul sent to Jesse
saying, Let David, I pray thee, stand before me,
and play when I am troubled." This he did, and
Saul loved him greatly, for the evil spirit departed
when David played before him.
The Warrior.-Some time after this Saul had
gathered together a large army to fight against the
Philistines. The battle had been put off from day
to day, for a giant named Goliath stood forth to

challenge by single combat any warrior frrm the
ranks of Israel. When David heard of the giant
defying the army of the king, he begged of S.ul to
allow him to go out and fight with him. This he
did, taking as his weapons his shepherd's staff and
a sling with five smooth stones from the brook.
Now God was with him, and He delivered the
proud giant into the hand of the shepherd boy,
for the stone cast by David was guided by God
until it smote Goliath's forehead, and.he fell, when
David ran up and slew him with his own sword.
Saul's Jealousy.-This decided the victory,
and the Philistines at once fled. David was taken
into the king's house, where he became the .friend
of Jonathan, Saul's son; but when wicked Saul
heard the people praising David for the victory
over Goliath he became jealous, and sought to slay
him, so that he was obliged to flee to Ramah, and
there take shelter in the house of Samuel the
IKE Jesus-I wish that I could be
T_ More patient every day,
I wish my temper I could check,
And angry words ne'er say.
Like Jesus-I would ever do
Each day some kindly deed,
And give from out my little store
Some hungry soul to feed.
Like Jesus-I would always pray
For those who do me ill,
Father, forgive them, they know not
What is Thy gracious will.
Like Jesus-I would do that will
Each day of all the seven,
So when Death's angel calls me hence
I'll live with God in heaven. BESSIE.
FEOOK, Georgie, at these blooming trees,
Yielding their fragrance to the breeze,
That yesterday so dead appeared,
When storm and cloud around them veered;
Could a loving Father e'er devise
For favoured child more glad surprise?
And see this Daisy at our feet
Raising its modest head so meek,
How closely to its mother's breast
It fondly clings, and there, at rest,
Profusely blooms its starry flowers
Thro' calm and storm, sunshine and showers.
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Vt AVE you seen the bright stars at night and the moon ?
r We do not see them in the day, for the light of the
sun is so bright that it hides them from us. But the stars
and the moon are in the sky all the same, and as the earth
turns round the sun can shine but on one half at a time,
and this makes day and night. When it is day here it is
night on that half of the globe where the sun does not
shine. If you take a ball and hold it in front of a lamp
and then turn it round, you will see that half is light and
half is dark, so it is with the sun and the earth. YA1)E.

HUR-RAH I've a ball, The ground is not large,
SSome stumps and a bat, But there, it will do,
We'll try and play crick-et, There's just the right space
This lawn is so flat. For Dick, Tom, and Lou.

F^ARMA-ER Ross had two pet lambs; their moth-er was dead,
Pl- so they had to be fed with nice warm milk three times
each day from a tea-pot, which had a piece of wash-leath-er
tied o-ver the spout to make it like a feed-ing bot-tle.
These two pret-ty lambs be-came so fond of their mas-ter
they would trot from field to field, one on each side of him,
as if they had been lit-tle dogs. One day they went for a
walk with the farm-er right down the street, into the
mid-die of the small town near which he lived, and then
af-ter him in-to the post of-fice. You may be sure the post
mast-er did not want such fun-ny live things there, for
they made his boys laugh so much that they for-got their
work and want-ed to play with the lambs. 0. A. K.

SPRING FLOWERS. Oh my what a splashing those Elephants get,
(See Front page.) And the Camels, Sheep, Goats, and Pigs are all wet;
E have been into the woods this morning to Amongst those who want washing I think there
,1 gather some flowers for our garland on are few
C) May-day. Who will benefit more than the Kangaroo,
We found plenty of primroses, and bluebells, and With his purple skin-and that great blue Lion
fine buttercups, so we filled my apron, and a kind Who has such a lot of bright indigo dye on.
boy cut us a large branch from a lovely may-tree. Oh! wonder of wonders-now who'd have thought a
Mamma told us we might gather the daffodils in Few dusty creatures put into the water
the garden, so Georgie filled his basket with them, Would so change its colour! Oh dear, dear me!
and when baby came out to meet us we gave him Red-yellow-green-purple-and blue-just see,
two to carry ; then he wanted the prickly may The colour which on that water floats
branch to take to mamma, so we put it on his Is the colour which comes from the poor things'coats.
shoulder, and I took hold of the end of his sash, Now I've seen them in cages alive, and the Lion
and we marched up the garden path. Has never a coating of bright blue dye on,
MABEL. And I'm perfectly certain the colour to use
Is not purple, for colouring Kangaroos.
BOBBY'S BIRTHDAY. So I'm glad it's come off for the animals' sake,
But with Noah and his wife we have made a mistake.
UCH capital fun has just begun, Their beautiful dresses are washed as white
SLet's carefully take them out one by one. As the Sheep and the Pigs and the Elephant-
Now this is the story, children-hark!
It's the tale of a wonderful Noah's Ark. wt t t
Oh, what can I do but sit down and sob,
I am six'-just fancy --six to-day, And ask the forgiveness of dear Uncle Bob ?
And I've lots of presents with which to play. Soap and water I'll use for my hands and my fce,
Mamma bought me a Bucket- and, of course, For toys which are painted it's quite out of place;
Papa brought that long-promised Rocking Horse; So I'll re-paint the dresses of Noah and his wife,
And this Noah's Ark-this beautiful toy, And the animals all shall be coloured like life.
Came from Uncle Bob For a good little Boy." I. M.
" For that good little Boy," he went on to say,
'" Whom I understand is just six' to-day." DOT AND PUSS.
I wish some way could somehow be found (sec Pictures at back.)
For having such birthdays all the year round, EAR little Dot, what have I got?
I'm sure I should like it, if they were as gay, Something so hot and nice;
As blight, and as happy as mine to-day. It's cake, you see, for early tea,
Well!-let's open the Ark-just look I declare Who says "yes for a slice ?
First comes a great big Polar Bear, Dear little Dot, your milk is hot,
And here's a blue Lion and Lioness too, So let it get quite cool,
And oh here's a puly/c Kangaroo; While now you take a piece of cake
Here's apale-pink Leopard; and then look there And sit upon your stool.
Is aj*pea-srTecc Elephant-very rare.
Is a ea-grc' Elephant-very rare. And, Pussy, you will purr and mew
Here's a bright- ed Cow and a slate-coloured Sheep;
Now into the Ark let us further peep. But, Pussy dear, you need not fear
There are Noah and his wihe and his children too, I've brought enough for three.
All dressed in green, red, yellow, and blue.
They've been packed away in the shop so long, Oh, Pussy dear, I sadly fear
Do you think to give them a bath would be wrong ? I cannot let you stay ;
Poor dusty animals, oh dear me You naughty cat, what are you at?
How delighted the poor things all will be. The milk's spilled in the tray.
Now you fetch some water, and you some soap, Now do be good, and eat your food
And you get a towel, and let us hope As nice as little Dot;
That this nice warm bath will freshen them up And when you've done you both shall come
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By W. J Gordon.
Illustrated by Andre.
HE stream will take us home,
I'm sure. We have only to
keep to it, and it must lead us
"But are you sure, Hugh,
that we have not turned round
"How can we be turned round? Look where
the sun is shining through the trees."
Yes, but he has gone round since we started.
He is all red, and going down now, and-"
"Well, it doesn't matter. The brook is narrower
than it is near the castle, and they say it gets very
wide as it comes to an end."
And Hugh held Madge's hand and stepped out
like the little man he was along the bank of the
swiftly-flowing water that came rippling down from
the Cumberland hills to lose itself in the Irish Sea.
The beck is still flowing, though not so noisily as
then, and it has slightly changed its course; but
there are now no ruins of Rilby Castle, and the only
trace of it that time has left is a rugged mound at
some distance from the bank. For Hugh and
Madge lived many years ago, and it was on the
24th December, 1415, that they were thus-as they
thought-hurrying home.
The day before had been Hugh's eighth birthday,
and his sister was twenty-two months younger.
Their father, Sir Peter Fenwick, was away with
King Henry v. on the French war. Their mother
had been dead two years this Christmas, and they
were living at Rilby in charge of their aunt. It
had been a bright, cheerful December day, and
the children had been out with the nurse into the
woods and had strayed away from her, intending to
find their way home by themselves-" for fun."
And very poor and serious fun it proved to be, for
in the thick woods they had lost themselves, and,
instead of following the stream to the castle, they
had reached the bank below it. They had really
been turned round," as Madge thought, and were
leaving their home behind them as fast as they
could go.
For a hundred yards or so the beck narrows as
it cuts through a harder mass of rock, and then, as
Hugh found, it widens until it grows to be a fair-
sized river. For a time he and his sister hurried
on, here and there leaving the bank where the
clump of underwood barred the path, and going

round by an easier road until they could again
follow the stream. And then they began to feel
hungry and tired-and just a little bit hopeless as
their home seemed to be farther and farther away.
We must go on, I say !" said Hugh.
"If it gets dark what shall we do?" asked
"They are sure to send and find us."
But suppose they don't find us "
The thought was a terrible one. However,
Hugh, with a "Don't be silly," gave Madge an
extra tug, and for another thirty yards or more
walked on somewhat faster.
The sky was growing cloudy and dark, and
behind the trees the sun had sunk to rest. The
wind was blowing up the wavelets in the beck as it
chased them to the sea. And along the bank, the
same way as the wavelets, went Hugh and Madge,
very tired now and almost ready to cry, and hoping
that when they mounted the rise in front of them
they would get a glimpse of their home.
Come along, Madge, there's the clump over
there. It's all right the other side of this hill. We
are nearly there."
Up the hill they toiled-slowly and painfully now.
The river curved suddenly to the right, so that as
they looked in front of them their view was shut in
by the trees on the opposite bank. They reached
the top of the wooded hill, and there in front of
them, instead of Rilby Castle, was the wide
stretching Irish Sea !
They had reached the river mouth; what was to
be done? Madge settled the question by beginning
a good cry, in which Hugh, after a short, sharp
struggle to check himself, was forced to join. His
tears were not many; he soon choked them down,
and, catching hold of his sister's arm, said, "Let us
go nearer the sea."
And hand in hand they walked to the edge
of the low line of cliff and down a narrow gorge,
which might perhaps be called a path, and found
their way on to the sands. Night was now closing
in; the clouds had been piling themselves up
darker and darker overhead; the wind had grow
gusty, and every now and then swept down the
valley of the beck as if it were angry at not finding
a wider opening through the woods. The air grew
cold and wet, and the children, to keep themselves
warm, had wound their arms round each other
as they stumbled along, tired and worn out, in
search of a resting-place where they could wait
for some one to rescue them.


As they turned a point that jutted out from the
long line of the shore they found themselves in a
tiny bay, and in the middle of the bay, high and
dry upon the sand, was a boat. Thinking some
one might be in it, they shouted as they came up
but there was no answer.
"Let us get in,"
said Madge; "and
when they come for
the boat they'll find
"Who'll findss"
"Somebody I"
"Oh! Theboat
is not fastened, so
I suppose some-
body will be back
soon. Well, let me
climb in first, and r
I'll pull you in."
And so Hugh
clambered into the.....
small yole, as a boat
of that build was
called, and then by
pulling and hauling
his sister managed
to get her in head
In the boat was a
rough sailor's coat,
which Hugh spread
over his sister as
she lay down in the
bottom of the boat,
and then he pulled ..
it over himself as
he crept close to her .-
side. Clasped in
each other's arms
they soon fell
asleep, waking to
sob for a minute
or two, and then
sobbing themselves
to sleep again, and
then dropping off into long long dreams of their
father, their mother, and their home.
Meanwhile the nurse had returned to the castle
and given the alarm, and men had been sent out
in search of the runaways. The castle was not
much more than two miles from the coast, and

after ranging the woods near by, some of the
searchers found their way along the stream to the
sands. But no trace of the children did they find,
although they had brought lanterns with them-
lanterns that gave but little light.
For the tide had come in, and was going out
again, and the sands
had been covered
s=.'- '-d with water, and the
footprints washed
allsmooth. Andthe
tide had brought
the sea up round
S theboatand floated
it, and taken it
away. And Hugh
and Madge Fen-
wick were a mile or
sound asleep as
they drifted slowly
south. The wind
from the eastward
blew them farther
and farther from
the land; and when
the breeze dropped
there came on a
snowstorm, and the
flakes fell in the
boat and covered
the cloak. and as
the children slept
they grew warmer
and warmer be-
neath their quilt
of spotless white.
About three o'clock
in the morning the
snowstorm had
passed over them
to the west and the
stars shone out,
/ and the bright
Soon overhead
looked down on
the yole with its still sleeping passengers all uncon-
scious of their being at sea.
And now there happened a very strange thing,
whose strangeness, indeed, makes this story worth
telling. The master of Rilby was away in France
with King Henry, and under him had taken part


in the great battle of Agincourt, fought on St.
Crispin's Day, the 25th of October, 1415. In that
battle of Agincourt, where the French were six to
one, the English gained a famous victory, and one
of those who took a foremost part in it was Sir
Peter Fenwick. A few days after the battle he had
been sent with letters to London by the king ; and
as he was not wanted to return till Easter he had
made up his mind to spend his Christmas at Rilby.
Journeying to Chester to consult with the Earl
there, he had been detained for some days. How-
ever, he had taken ship from the Dee, and was
now on his way home. The ship was bound to
Whitehaven, but he had agreed with the master to
be landed close to his own castle. On the 24th of
December, then, the St. Jehan, with the knight on
board, was sailing up through Morecambe Bay, and,
passing the mouth of the River Duddon, was
running along off the coast of Cumberland, with
the easterly wind filling her single sail. As the
breeze freshened the ship drove faster, and then
as it lulled the snowstorm came on, and her progress
was almost stopped. The wind died away, and
the storm spent itself, and the stars came out to

fade into the grey of the morning as the day broke.
As the rising sun dried up the mist on the water,
the look-outs on the ship caught sight of a small
black object directly in their course. There it lay,
a mere speck on the waves, with the sunlight
dappling the ripples round it and making it look
like a clove set in a frame of glittering silver.
As they neared it the clove grew into a boat,
and as it seemed to have drifted off from some
passing vessel, the ship was so worked as to pick it
up. On went the ship, with all on board of her
eager to capture the little yole that in the light
wind seemed so very difficult to reach. The yole
was drifting stern foremost, so that as the sailors
leant over to catch her with the hook, they could
only see her forward half. It was not therefore
until they had secured her that they caught sight
of the quilt of snow and the two sleeping children
beneath it. In fact, the first to see them was not a
sailor, but Sir Peter Fenwick himself, who could
scarcely believe his eyes as he recognized his
children, thus strangely rescued from the sea, on
that bright Christmas morning four hundred and
seventy years ago.

By Uncle Bob.

out a doubt, the finest
cat in the neighbourhood.
Everybody said so, and
what everybody says is sup-
posed to be true. Tom's
mistress said so, his mis-
tress's big brother said so,
all her nephews and nieces
said so, the man who brought his meat said so,
and I believe Tom himself said so, only of course
he said it to himself. If he didn't say it I have no
doubt he thought so, for he was always licking and
polishing himself up; and I have actually caught
him looking in the looking-glass, as much as to say
"Don't I look nice ?" just as some little girls are
in the habit of doing when they are dressed and
going out with Papa and Mamma.
Well, for one thing I will say Tom had cause to
be proud of himself, for he had the handsomest
coat that was ever seen, and he was so big and
strong that all the other cats were afraid of him.
But oh! such a quarrelsome fellow, such a fighter
was Tom! Why, if you believe me, that Tom
Tortoiseshell had a fight with Tommy Tabbs, the
next door cat, who was a big fellow too; and they
fought for fully twenty minutes in the dusthole, and
then Tommv Tabhs had enough of it and ran
away. And just because two other cats-boy-cats,
you know, for of course girl-cats never fight-who
had been looking on, said he didn't fight fair, he,
without a word, turned round and boxed their ears,
and bit one's tail so severely, that he couldn't wipe
his nose with it for a week I I only tell you this to

show what a desperate fellow he was. Now of
course you know that cats go out singing on the
tiles of a night. It doesn't sound much like singing
to us, but still they think it is, and indeed seem rather
proud of it from the time they keep it up. Well, if
any cat dared to join in while he was singing, he'd
fly at him and think no more of tearing a pawful of
fur out of his coat than you would of taking a mouth-
ful of bread and jam. Once he nearly drowned the
black cat who lives over the way, for singing on his
water-butt; for he knocked him right in, and he

would have been drowned as sure as anything, only
Tom fell on to the tap and knocked it out, and so all
the water ran away. But you may depend upon it
that the black cat never came to sing on his water-
butt again.
Yet, although he was such a spirited felow, and
so fond of quarrelling and fighting, and quite the
head cat of all round there, you mustn't think that


the other pussies didn't play with him at all. So -
long as they let him have his own way (like some
boys and girls I have heard of) he was very good;
and they often used to sit upon his wall of an
evening and call out, Moo-row, moo-row which
I am told in cat language means "Are you coming
out to-night, Tommy?"
Well, one day when Tom's master and mistress
were in the country, and the servants were out, he
went round to all his friends, and asked them to
tea. Tommy Tabbs went with him-for they were
very good friends then, almost too loving to last-
and when you saw those two rascals together you
might depend upon it they were up to no good.
"Of course, you know," said Tom Tortoiseshell
to the black cat over the way, at the same time
winking to Tommy Tabbs, who had to stuff his
tail into his mouth to keep him from laughing-" of
course, you know, in these hard times it would be
just as well if you could bring a bit of something
nice with you, in case I don't have enough."
"Well," thought the black cat (who, I must tell
you, had forgiven Tom for nearly drowning him),
"it is rather a funny way to ask any one to tea, and
want him to bring his own bread and butter; but
I will see what I can do."
So away they went, first to one friend and then
to another, and they all promised they would bring
some little nicety to the feast. When I say all, I
make a little mistake, for there were three who
refused to come. The first was little Miss
Milkwhite, who was quite the lady, and always
wore a bit of blue ribbon round her neck. "Not
I, indeed! she said, from the window-sill where
she sat, "I'll come to no party and bring my own
food; a pretty idea !" And she tossed her head
in disdain. The next was an elderly gentleman-
cat, who knew a good deal, and used to sing the
bass in all their concerts. When he spied the two
Toms walking along with their tails round each
other's waists so friendly he felt sure there was
some mischief going on; so he said he couldn't
come.. The last was Mrs. Bushtail, who had three
young babies, and of course could not leave them.
Well, at last the time came, and there were these
two rogues, Tom Tortoiseshell and Tommy Tabbs,
sitting behind a broken pane in the kitchen window,
watching for their company. There were no signs
of anything to eat, and it was clear they meant
some roguery by the way they winked and blinked
at each other, as you may have seen cats do your-
selves. Presently a soft "mee-ow, mee-ow !" was
heard, and the black cat over the way came
dragging along a large herring. Then the two
Miss Whites came up, each with a poor little canary
in her mouth. The two vagabonds pinched each
other's tails and grinned-they were Cheshire cats,
both of them-but neither took any notice. Next
a big tabby fellow came with one of his master's
gold-fish, and he was closely followed by a small
black-and-white cat with a young pigeon. After

him a tortoiseshell puss, one of Tom's relations,
came round the corner with two such dear little
kittens by her side, and each of them brought a
fine mouse. At last there were about ten cats all
waiting to be let in, and each of them had brought
some dainty towards the feast.
"Mor-r-row, mor-r-row! they cried, one after
the other. By-and-by Tom, finding they had all
arrived, put his head out of window, and said,
"Ah, my dear friends! how d'ye do? You are all
very kind to bring such nice things, and I am
sorry there'll be a little trouble in getting up to this
high window; but if some of you will stand on
each other's shoulders and make a ladder, Mr.
Dapplesides will hand the things up, and I can
take them from him."

It must have been a funny sight indeed, to see
five or six cats on each other's shoulders, and
another climbing up their backs, first with a canary,
then a gold-fish, and so on, and Master Tom
taking them in with a quiet grin.
When they had got everything in, Tom called
out to them, "Well, now we'll have tea; but as Mr.
Tabbs and myself are too unwell to receive com-
pany, you had better stay where you are!" At
this impudence they all set up a chorus of yells and
howls, for they saw at once they had been cheated.
Then the two scamps sat up by the broken pane,
and ate all the nice things, while the others looked
on. First they would throw out a mouse's tail,
then the legs of the poor dead canaries, and so on;
and every now and then they would call out to the
poor hungry things, "I hope you are enjoying
yourselves, we are !" The poor little kittens who
brought the mice cried, you may be sure; but at
last they all saw it was no use to wait longer, and
they went away declaring they would never speak
to those two rogues any more. It was certainly a
nasty cheating trick on the part of those two, but
when you come to think of it, it served them all
jolly well right-all except the kittens, who brought
the mice, mind you-for you see every one of
them had been stealing from their masters and
mistresses, and taking their birds, and gold-fishes,
and other vets, so that after all they only got their



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?- ICKY-BIRDS, d, dear, oh don't fly away,
Baby and Pussy want you to stay;
But the dicky-birds know
They had much better go,
So away, away fly right up to the sky!

TT dear oh dear what shall we do ?
The jar is broken quite in two,
But Pussy doesn't seem to care,
She's playing with the pieces there !
While 7ve think, what will mother say?
A pretty finish to our play !
Whoever thought such a soft ball
Would hit the jar and make it fall ? S.

'R. and Mrs. Swallow were a handsome,
.V graceful young couple when they set up
housekeeping after their return to Eng-
land from wintering abroad.
The Swallow family always do winter abroad;
perhaps because it is fashionable, or perhaps
because their health cannot stand our fogs and
frosts. When the chilly month of October sets in
off they start, fathers and mothers, uncles and
aunts, and cousins.
Travelling is an easy affair for them, there is no
fuss packing up, nor setting their houses in order,
nor worry about luggage and railway tickets.
Just a twitter or two, a flourish of wings, and
they are off, straight as a die, never resting until
they reach the orange groves of the south.
Then, in the Spring, when our "leaves break
forth," they affably come back to us, skimming and
diving and darting; among them the particular
two you are to hear about. This nice young pair
set to work at once industriously to build their own
Looking round, they espied a lovely situation in
a high corner of the Rectory porch.
"Now," said Mr. Swallow, "for some good mud
to begin with. No twigs, or straw, or rubbish I
Our family always build substantial houses of mud."
"Yes, dear," answered his wife, and always in
cosy, sheltered corners of men's houses instead of
in those draughty trees "
Very busily the small couple worked until the
new home was ready, and very proud they were
ot it.

Then, by-and-by, when the warm summer
came, Mrs. Swallow sat patiently all the day long
on her eggs, while Mr. Swallow went out shopping,
and brought in nice little bits of food to her.
The little children belonging to the Rectory
were deeply interested in the mud hut in their
porch, and eagerly watched for the day when the
wee swallows should be hatched.
But a sad calamity occurred, and without any
The children's big brother was going out to shoot
some impudent rooks. As he went hastily with
his gun through the hall, the children at his heels,
his coat pocket caught the handle of the door.
Bang! There was a great explosion, a shower
of dust and mortar, then terrified screams.
Nobody was, however, hurt ; but imagine their
distress when the children discovered on the ground
the shattered home and broken eggs of the dear
Arthur was very grieved, and Dolly and Baby
Marjorie wept bitterly, when, in a corner, they
found poor little Mrs. Swallow shot through and
But what was their grief compared to that of
Mr. S.. .II.. when he came home? His heart was
broken. His life was blighted, and all through the
lovely summer days he flew about listlessly, a sad
little widower.
M. B. M.

SSMART little mousie who wanted to roam,
i k Informed his fond parents he'd leave their
snug home;
"I'm tired of the bread crumbs you bring me each
So I, with Dick Dapple, am going away;
Dick Dapple and I, we shall live at our ease,
For he knows of a cupboard where stands a whole
cheese! "
"Beware, little sonny his poor mother cries,
As she wipes with her tail the big tears from her
"You'd best stay at home !"-but the silly young
With a hop, skip, and jump, was soon out of the
When a cat coming by, caught them both on the
Showing mother's advice was the best, was it not?
R. W. L.


(For Pictures see exrt page. )
By the Rev. Theodore .fohnsoni, Diocesan IInspector
of Schools, Rochester.
The Son Promised.-I have no doubt you
may have heard about Elisha the prophet, who
lived many hundreds of years ago, and how God
gave him power to work many wonderful miracles.
I wish to tell you about some of them.
In the little village of Shunem there lived a rich
woman who was always kind to the prophet when
he passed that way. At length she persuaded her
husband to prepare a little room for Elisha's own
use, so that a resting-place would always be ready
for him. In return for this kind act the man of
God asked the rich woman what he should do for
her, but she did not answer him. Then Gehazi;
the servant of Elisha, found out that although she
was rich yet she had no son, so he told his master,
who prayed that God would give her a son. Then
the prophet promised the rich woman that she
should have a son.
Some time afterwards the son was born, and the
parents rejoiced because of God's goodness towards
them. The boy grew up to be the joy of his
mother, and each day she watched him with tender
love. In the harvest time she sent him to join
his father in the cornfields with the reapers. Here
the poor child was struck down by the fierce rays
of the sun, and he cried out My head my
head !" Then all were sad, for they carried h/im
home to die. When his mother heard the sad news
she hasted to nurse her little one, but she could
not save her son. Full of sorrow, the poor mother
thought of the prophet; perhaps he would be able
to help her? She would go and see. So she
tenderly carried her little son's dead body into the
prophet's room and laid it upon the bed. Then
calling a servant, she bade him "Drive, and go
forward unto Carmel, where dwells the man of
Now when Elisha saw the rich woman of Shunem
riding quickly towards the mountain he sent off
Gehazi to ask her wishes. She refused to tell them,
but passing on quickly soon reached the place
where Elisha was standing. Falling at the
prophet's feet, she told the sad story of her son's
At once Elisha sought to help her, so he sent
Gehazi to Shunem with his staff with a command
to place it upon the face of the child, while he and

the mother would follow afterwards. Gehazi at once
obeyed, but there was nc.t/cr voice nor hearing.
Elisha, having reached the house, at once went
up to the little chamber, and closing the door, he
prayed earnestly to God that the child might be
raised up again. Then he arose and stretched
himself upon the child, and the life returned to
him. The mother was at once called, and great
was her joy to find her son raised up again.
Some years after this a great famine caused the
Shunammites and their son to leave their home to
dwell in another land. Upon their return they
found a stranger had taken possession of their
house and fields, so they sought out the king, who
lived at Samaria, and told him how Elisha, the man
of God, had helped them in past years, which, when
the king heard, he commanded that he#. home
should be restored.

--i ':' *' sweet at close of day,
S When all around is still,
To turn our thoughts away
To Zion's holy hill.
To rest, when labour's done,
When sun's last rays are spent,
And stars shine one by one,
Till bright the firmament.
Then, as the dew to flowers,
Or streams to panting deer,
Come to these hearts of ours
The Holy Spirit's cheer.

G. W.

LWAYS be kind to the old and poor. I saw
a sight the other day which gave me great
A poor old woman was walking along the road-
so old and infirm she had to totter along slowly
with the aid of a stick. Yet she was carrying in
her other hand a bundle that really seemed too
heavy for her. Several boys were coming out of
school, laughing and joking and playing about.
Let us all go to the playground and swing,"
shouted one of them ; and off they all started.
But one little boy, looking round, saw the old
woman. He stopped there without once looking
back after his companions and the tempting play-
ground. He ran up to her, and taking her bundle
into his hands, gave her his shoulder to lean upon,
and so led her gently and safely home.




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SAM King of this Cas-tle,
Though it is on-ly made of sand.
Tom and Flo help-'d me build it,
We are a mer-ry, hap-py band.
The waves will wash it a-way,
It will go with to-mor-row's tide;
But now I am King of the Cas-tle,
And mount guard on the top with pride. YADEK
"Now, see! I'm in luck!" Then the hun-gry chicks
Said a great. fat duck, (There were five or six)
As she gob-bled the chick- Came up for a nice, fresh,
ens' sup-per. new sup-per,
She made such a noise And the duck said quack,"
That out came the boys, As she wad-dled back
And they thrash-ed the old To the pond, which was
duck to stop her. far more pro-per. B.
-___________I______________ *M. B. M.
OME here, Puss; I will not hurt you; I want to
nurse you." How soft and smooth her coat is.
She has a black and white coat; but she has white paws.
She has four feet, and her feet have sharp claws, but she
will not scratch me with them if I do not hurt her. She
likes me to stroke her back. "Now, Puss, you and I will
have a game." Puss is fond of play; boys and girls are fond
of play, and why should not Puss be fond of play too ? We
will have a run on the lawn; I will take my hoop; I have
taught Puss to jump through my hoop. There, she has
gone to lie down now; she likes to lie in the sun. Cats
like warmth and light though they can see in the dark.
She has gone to sleep; I will let her lie still and rest.


(See Pictures at back.)
ILLIE, and Rosey, and Tommy had three
little kittens; they were the dearest little
S kits you over saw, such glossy coats, such
'soft paws; they never thought of scratching, but
'when you called "Puss, Puss," they trotted up
.and purred nicely.
One night, just before the children were going to
bed, the three kittens were missing; they looked
*everywhere, but no kittens could be found.
"Oh, Kitty, Kitty," said Tommy, beginning to
-cry, "where are you, dear Kitty?"
Don't cry," said Lillie ; "they will be sure to
come back again; let us look in the cupboard,
perhaps they are hidden there;" but no, there
-were no kittens.
Come," said nurse, "you must now go to bed,
.and we will find them in the morning."
They had only been in bed a very little time
when they heard "Mew, mew;" they jumped out
-of bed and looked all round, then, thinking they
.heard a little scratching outside the door, they
opened it, and there tumbling about on the mat lay
two little kits, as you see them in the picture; but
-where was the third? Looking round they saw it
right up the stairs, but they could not coax it
.down. At last Tommy persuaded nurse to fetch
some milk, and let him hold it to tempt Kitty, so
-the little kitten came scrambling down the stairs
.as quickly as it could; all three were very thirsty,
and soon drank up the milk; they had been up in
the attic all the evening trying to catch mice.
The children put the kittens into their basket,
.and their kind nurse put the two little girls and
Tommy safely into their beds again, quite con-
Itented that they had found their pets.

HEY are noisy boys, they are naughty boys,
They are always in the way;
They fight, and pout, and race about,
And only spoil our play.
If come they will, if come they must,
I know what we will do;
We will not fight because they fight,
Nor cry if they cry too.
-Oh, no we'll say, That's not our way,
To stamp, and shout like you,
.And call it fun to hurt in play;
Try ours for once now do." E. S.

SLITTLE girl-we will call her Dora--oice
had a garden. Red roses, tulips, and
sweet white pinks grew in it. She thought
the sun scarcely shone on a prettier garden.
Some one gave Dora a slip of lavender. She
planted it, and it was growing nicely when the old
gardener came to put the garden in order. His
big hoe sometimes rooted up flowers as well as
weeds. It pulled up Dora's lavender.
"Oh, my dear lavender I wanted it so !" ex-
claimed the little girl.
"I will bring you a fresh slip when I come next
time," said the gardener. So she tried to wait
patiently till then. He came again and again, but
he never brought the lavender. He forgot his
promise, or else never meant to keep it.
Dora was so disappointed and sorry. She
thought about it a long time afterwards. When
she grew up to be a woman, it made her careful
not to disappoint others.
Promises are sacred things, children. Do not
give your word unless you mean to keep it, but if
you have made a promise, do not break it.
K. T. S.


H, wonderful Earth you are old, they say,
SAnd yet I am sure you look young to-day,
Your face is so kind, you are gaily drest,
And you look, dear Earth, as I like you best.

"But yet in the winter you seem so old,
And your face is worn and you feel so cold,
Will you tell me, Earth, how it comes about 7
I've wondered and thought, but I can't find out."

My child," said the Earth, every budding spring
I am clothed anew by my Lord, the King;
His hand of love smoothes my wrinkled brow,
Till I look quite young as you see me now.

And though in the winter myface is chill,
My heart is kept warm by His mighty will.
Contented, I wait for my glorious dress,
For I know His love and His power to bless."

Oh wonderful Earth you are wise I see,
I thank you for all you have told to me,
And when I'm tired of my lessons and play
I shall come and listen to what you say."
G. M. E.


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ILLY is a little girl, with very winning ways;
q N Milly's age is seven years, each full of
happy days.
Her thoughts are bright and pleasant, and her
voice is full of glee,
And Milly's little life is just as happy as can be.
You may see her in the morning walking quickly
to her school,
For Milly to be punctual has learnt the golden
And when you see her afterwards with playmates
you'll declare
That Milly is the merriest of any that are there.
For whether Milly is at work, or whether she's at
,Or whether at her bedside little Milly kneels to
She always is in earnest, for she knows that it is
That she should do whatever she has to do with
all her might.
And there is one day in the week, a day of peace
and rest,
The sweetest day of all to her, that Milly loves the
For on that day at mother's side in sweetest tones
of love
She hears of God and heaven and the happy life
above. A. H.

RIDE is a very bad thing, and a very foolish
thing too, both in children and in geese;
but there, geese are always considered very
foolish birds. Now it is not my intention to give
my children-for I consider you all my children
who read my little stories-a lecture upon pride,
because I have an idea that all you young people
are good, or else your mammas would not buy you
this paper. Now there was a goose who lived in
a nice farm-yard, where there was a fine pond to
swim in, and juicy grass to eat, for you must know
that geese are very fond of eating grass. Well,
this goose was the most beautiful goose you ever
-saw. It was larger than all. the others, it was as
white as-what shall I say?-as white as grand-
mamma's night-cap and with the yellowest beak
.and legs you could think of, while its eyes sparkled
.almost like diamonds! But still it had one great

fault-it was so proud that it would not be friends
with any of the other geese, and it would strut
about by itself, saying every now and then, What
a fine goose I am to be sure!" And then it
would wag its white tail as proudly as a little girl I
know does when she has a new frock. I must
say the farmer's wife encouraged her in this
behaviour, for she was always saying to her friends,
in the goose's presence, "That's the finest goosed
ever saw which made the silly thing vainer than
Many were the quarrels in the farm-yard, for, to
tell you the truth, the pride of this goose was
really past bearing. The old cock said often
enough that she was a vain thing, and if she
waited a while, her mistress's love for her would
not be so pleasant in the end "
This made all the poultry in the farm-yard laugh,
for they knew what he meant, but she was so vain
that she could not understand, and only grew worse
than ever. Then the pig grunted out that "the
farmer's wife would like her better still with her
feathers off !" But she was too stuck-up to answer,
and went on just the same. "What a mean-looking
lot of geese you are, to be sure," she said one day
to her companions. Perhaps it's as well we are,"
squeaked out an old gander, with a quiet laugh;
"the apple-sauce will make us all equal, though,
some day "
That very day the farmer's wife came out,
and after looking at them all, suddenly seized
the beautiful goose by the neck, and in spite
of its struggles carried it off to be killed. For I
must tell you it was Michaelmas Day, A'en every-
body has roast goose for dinner. Pooi goose I
can't help feeling sorry for it, because when its
mistress said it was a fine goose, she only meant
how nice it would be when cooked, so that really
its beauty was its great misfortune, and nothing to
be proud of after all.

-,,ELL, Daisy's our baby, and not as you'd think
0' W / The buttercup's sister, so pretty and pink.
Tho' just like a flow'r is our baby to me,
With her cheeks rosy red, and eyes blue as the sea.
She's my sister, is Daisy, the pet of mamma,
The plaything of all, and the pride of papa.
And nobody yet such a baby e'er knew,
For dear mamma says so, and so it is true.
R. H. L

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(For Pictures see next fage.)
By the Rev. Theodore Johnson, Diocesan Inspector
of Schools, Rochester.
The Bible tells us many stories of the children
who lived in olden times. Some of these little
ones were poor, while others were rich and power-
ful; yet all had a work to do for God, for none are
too poor to do His will, and the rich and the great
ones of the earth must obey His commands.
I want to tell you of a royal child, a boy king,
who at eight years of age was called by God to
wear a crown of gold, to live in a rich palace, and
to be surrounded by groups of courtiers always
ready to obey him. Yet he was not happy; and
why not? Because the people over whom he
reigned were not good, because his father and his
grandfather had led these people away from the
true God to worship idols. Now Josiah, for that
was the young king's name, knew about these
things, and he wished very much to teach his
people to do better, and to restore once more
the worship of the true God in the holy Temple
at Jerusalem. But what could a young child do ?
I will tell you he could pray, and then wait God's
time for doing these things. This he did, for he
felt that he had been raised up by God to do this
great work. '-
At the age of twenty years he began the hard
task of making the people give up their idols, and
teaching them to return to their own God. We
read that "Josiah did right in the sight of the
Lord, and turned not aside to the right hand or to
the left;" this means that he gave the people a
good example of serving God. Would this help
them at all ? We shall see.
Josiah was grieved to see the Temple used for
unholy purposes, so he began by cleansing the holy
place, and he carefully repaired every part. Now
I want you to see how God helped him in his
work. While the workmen were cleansing the
Temple, a large roll was found. It had been
hidden or cast aside for some years, and had been
quite forgotten by all the people; but now it was
found;-it was a book containing the Law of
God, as written by Moses, to guide and teach the
people to worship aright.
SWhen Josiah knew this, he commanded the
priests to read it aloud before the people. This was
done, and all feared when they heard the words of
SGod, for all had broken His holy laws.

Then the king exhorted them to give up their
idols and return to their own God, so the idol
groves were destroyed, and a solemn passover was.
kept by all the people. The king had sent
to a holy woman, called a prophetess, to learn
God's will in the matter, and to seek forgiveness
from Him if they repented of their evil ways.
God's answer came, that the punishment should
follow, but not in the time of Josiah, who had
served Him all his days.
Thirteen years afterwards we know that Josiah
was slain in battle at Megiddo, by the sharp arrows
of the Egyptian archers. The soldiers hurried
from the battle-field, hoping to save their king;
but, alas! he died in his chariot before they
reached Jerusalem, and all the people mourned for
good king Josiah, who had served the Lord in his.
childhood, and had grown up to be a holy and just
man, much beloved by all his subjects.

OME of you are weak and ill,
All of you are young,
Some have dispositions good,
Some an idle tongue.
Yet we hear in loving tones,
"Jesus loves the little ones."
Some of you are strong and brave,
Some are very small,
Some are deaf and some are blind,
Some can't speak at all;
Yet we hear in loving tones,
"Jesus loves the little ones."
All who speak can tell the truth,
All can love dear mother,
All can naughty tempers check,
All can help each other;
Then you hear in loving tones,
"Jesus loves His little ones."

UR Father loves to hear us pray,
And bends down from on high
To listen to the words we say,
When, to Him, we draw nigh.
So, let us ever try to keep
Our thoughts from straying far,
For what we sow we always reap,
When thus our prayers we mar.
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UNE is the month in which the rose bush bears its best
buds and flow-ers. You can have a white rose with
smooth, bright leaves, or a red rose with dark green, dull
leaves, or a moss rose, pink or white, with its stem or stalk
thick with stout hairs which look like moss; these give it
the name of moss rose. Then there is the rose that grows
in a bunch like some fruit, and the wild rose with only
five pe-tals; this kind grows in the hedge by the road-side..
The scent of the rose is sweet, and most of us like it much.
The tea-rose has scent, but not so strong as the pink and
red ones. The rose has sharp thorns on its stems; it grows
best where there is no smoke and in rich soil. YADE.
JOOK through the win-dow, it rains, it rains!
SThe big round drops come splash on the panes..
We can-not go for a walk to-day;
What shall we do, and where shall we play ?
I know," said Dick, we'll play in the barn,
There's lots of straw, it will be quite warm;
And oh! I saw such a nice new rope,
Pa-pa will let us have it, I hope! "
Pa-pa said Yes," and John was soon seen
Fast'ning the rope to a strong oak beam.
Such a beau-ti-ful swing was ne'er seen be-fore,
So the child-ren thought as they flock'd to the doorr.
No mat-ter now, though the.day was wet,
They all for-got to grum-ble and fret.
Some hid in the straw to be found out,
And end-ed the day with laugh-ter and shout.
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E found a lovely caterpillar one day, and
knowing that it would become a beautiful
J moth, or perhaps a bright butterfly, we
made up our minds to take it home with us.
It was a good thing that Jack had on a thick
pair of gloves, or his hands would have been stung
when he plucked the nettle stem to which the
caterpillar clung, and as I had my little basket
'with me we were able to carry it easily.
When we reached home we found a box to put
it into, and Mamma gave us some muslin to put
over the top so that it might have plenty of air,
and not be able to get away.
We did not take the caterpillar into our hands
much, for fear we should wound or crush it, so it
was quite happy and grew very fast.
One morning we found the caterpillar had
changed into a chrysalis, holding firmly to a nettle
!eaf, which food we put fresh in the box every day,
.for it seemed to like that better than anything.
'We were afraid the insect was dead, as it did not
move, until Mamma told us not to crush or disturb
the chrysalis, as wings were growing under the
tough case and a long sleep was wanted to lay up
strength for the time when a butterfly should come
and flit about in the sunshine.
In a few days the chrysalis began to rub its eyes
and throw off its case or counterpane, and when we
peeped into the box to see if it were quite awake,
we found it had broken from the cot, and was
trying to get out of prison into the air. It had
become such a lovely butterfly, with marks on the
top of its wings like peacock's feathers lined with
brown velvet. We took it carefully out of the box
with our green net, but when we tried to put a
glass shade over it, the butterfly escaped through
the window into the garden, and although we
chased it into the fields we could not catch it.
We were disappointed. We hoped the beautiful
butterfly would have stayed with us. MABEL.

wo bisons lived in Africa,
A husband and his wife,
The days were very pleasant there,
They lived a happy life.
But one sad day they quarrelled,
And oh! what do you think I
They stood beside a precipice,
And fought upon the brink.

They tore, and bit, and struggled,
Till both were stained with gore,
And all the rocks and mountains rang
With many a savage roar.
But they were punished in the end,
They slipped from off the rock,
And falling, instantly were killed
By the tremendous shock.
So do not try to imitate
The bisons and their fight,
And never quarrel with your friends,
Or tear, or scratch, or bite.
E. J. P. L.


I' '.t ENNIE was a pretty little girl with
-'laughing blue eyes and rosy
cheeks and bright curly hair.
-t - "'" d her Father and Mother, and
Baby Brother, in a large farm-house.
On Jennie's fifth birthday her Uncle Tom brought
her a guinea pig for a birthday present. At first
she thought it was a funny thing to give a li tie
girl for a present, but then, as she said, Uncle Tomn
always did differently to other people.
Jennie soon grew to be wonderfully fond of her
dear little Popsy, which was the name she gave to
the guinea-pig. The pretty little animal, too,
quickly grew to know her and to run after her.
Jennie used to feed her pet with mangel-wurzels
and other green food.
The guinea-pig is a native of Brazil.
Jennie taught her little Popsy to do some funny
tricks, and it was very obedient; and as Jennie, I
am sorry to say, did not sometimes like to do the
thing she was told to do, her Mother hoped her pet
would teach her obedience. Jennie's greatest pun-
ishment when she had been very naughty was not
to be allowed to see her guinea-pig for the rest of
that day.
Great was the delight of the little girl when one
wet afternoon her Mother drew Popsy's portrait,
which Jennie declared was "just like Popsy,"
and so pleased was she with it that she saved up
all her halfpennies and pennies to buy a frame for
it. Jennie asked her Mother to let her begin to
learn to draw at once, as she thought it would be
so nice for her to make-a picture of Popsy herself.
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EAR reader, if ever you should
Sgo to Wingfield, look for the
Y little white cottage on the hill
: side, for there lived Mary
4 Colledge, about whom I am
now going to tell you.
Mary's father and mother
were very poor, but they were honest and indus-
trious, and tried to bring up their little girl in the
same path. Mary was very happy. Up with the
lark, and to bed with the sun, the roses on her
cheeks bloomed bonnily, and her heart was as light
as a feather. She had only one trouble, and that
was because she had neither brother nor sister.
Mary was very, very fond of children. Oh how
she envied her companions as he watched them
totter painfully along, under the weight of a great
fat baby! But Mary did not waste all her time in
longing for what seemed out of her reach. She
could sew and knit capitally, and even helped her
father to manage his little garden.
When Mary was about eleven years old, her
father began to talk of sending her out to service.
This was a sad subject for her, for she had never
yet left her mother even for a day, and she could
not bear to think of going away from her to live
with others. She dreaded terribly the hour that
was to take her from those whom she so fondly
Harvest time came at last; this had always been
the happiest time of the year to Mary, for then she
went to glean, or gather up the corn ready for her
mother. But now that dear mother was poorly at
home, Mary gleaned alone in the field.
Sad to relate her mother grew worse daily, and
was seldom able to leave her room' and, mother
not being able to work, they became poorer than
ever, and Mary was forced to labour very hard in
order to help to buy their daily bread.

One evening she came home late from the fields,
where she had been all day gathering peas for
market. At the door she met old Alice Lee, who
was waiting for her with so bright a face that Mary
was not afraid to ask "How is mother, to night ?"
"Better and blithe," said old Alice, cheerily; "and
I have something pretty for ye !" and leading her
to her mother's room, showed her the old wooden
cradle by the fire, warmly fitted up and covered
with a snow-white quilt. Before Mary went to the
cradle she ran to kiss her mother, and then stoop-
ing over the tiny bed, she beheld a little pink face
with wee nose, mouth, and eyes, screwed up into
one sleeping ball; and Mary's joy was full, at the
sight of the baby; but the thought of leaving home,
mingled sorrow with delight.
That night her mother died- No one but those
who have borne that loss can tell what a loving
child feels when God takes home a tender mother.
He alone who sends the pain can comfort the
bleeding heart; and He it was who helped poor
Mary through those dark days. No need now to
leave home baby wanted all her care, and baby
had it ungrudgingly. Oh, how Mary loved her
darling! and as it grew older, delighted to trace
in its little face the likeness of her mother.
"Troubles seldom come alone," says the proverb.
Out of work and half broken-hearted, Mary's
father for weeks could scarcely find food for him-
self and his family. Mary worked the more, and
prayed to God to help her. He did not fail.
When the keeper of the lodge at the park went
away, the squire gave Mary's father the place; and
when Mary grew old enough, she was employed in
the dairy, whilst her little .sister Margy, neatly
and cleanly dressed, said her A B C to the little
ladies at the Hall, and learned to be good and

By Milnes Hey, B.A.

THE subject given for this drawing lesson is a house from a group of old buildings in the Market
Place of South Petherton, Somerset.
Now, as you always should do, first take a good look at your copy, observing carefully its proportions.
Then take your pencil and
begin by drawing the corner
of the house which appears
to be nearest to you in the
copy. Having done this
it would be best to draw
the end of the building,
and then go on with the
Complete your outline
before putting in the de-
tails and the shading.
S-Draw your outline lightly
at first, and when you
Link you have drawn it
S|correctly, draw it in more
e Make your first drawing
S '" 8 the same size as the copy,
afterwards try to make it
several times as large.

By Signora Toselli.

ONCE upon a time three boys at school together
asked for a holiday to go fishing. Their master
gave them permission and told them to return at
five o'clock. Edwin, Arnold, and Cecil set out,
quite happy at the thought of getting a good
basket of fish. They soon arrived at the bend of
the river where a big tree made a comfortable
shade for them. Here they pulled out their string
lines and fastened them on to the long sticks that
they called fishing-rods and went to work, standing
very quietly watching for a fish.
Soon a gentleman came by, and finding that the
boys had no fishing-rods he gave them each a
shilling to buy one. Away they ran, and soon
returned delighted with their new rods.
My rod is blue," said Cecil, I like that better
than yours, Arnold; yours is only brown, like
common wood; why did not you choose a blue
"Oh, because I thought it would be better to
have them all different. Edwin's is white, you see,
I don't think mine is painted at all, do you ?"
Painted no, I should think not, it's not half
so good as mine and Edwin's; I would not give you

sixpence for it," and Cecil turned his rod round and
round and admired it, while his two friends were
busy fishing. They each caught a good large fish,
and put them into their basket ready to take home.
Cecil seeing this began to fish too, but he kept
turning his rod round and round so often to admire
its fine colour that he shook the line and the fishes
were afraid to come near.
Arnold and Edwin soon caught five or six more.
This made Cecil jealous, so he threw down his rod
on the wet mud, and turned away very angry.
Cecil, Cecil !" cried Edwin, your rod is all
wet," and he pointed to it with his foot.
Cecil, who was very angry, ran back and seized
the blue rod; he raised it and struck his friend a
smart blow, with such force that his rod broke, and
to add to his misery the bright blue paint was
sticking on his hands and clothes.
It was now time to return to school. Arnold
and Edwin had enjoyed their afternoon, for they
had been neither jealous nor discontented. And
they had each a beautiful fishing-rod to show their
schoolfellows, while poor Cecil was very unhappy,
and it was his own fault.

By W. Walker Hodgson.

OR this lesson begin your copy by
Drawing the shell the bottom of
which you see, and which is nearly
round. Then sketch in the other shell
with its eight divisions, each divi-
sion growing smaller towards the top.
The box may then be drawn, but do not
attempt any of the shading until you
have made a careful outline of the
whole. The shadow between the two
Sishells and upon the front of the box you
I will notice is caused by the light falling
from the left of the picture, and that is
the reason also of the end of the box
being in the shade.

By Mrs. Hodgson.

SEE, children, what a beautiful rainbow !
Suppose we take it for our object lesson
Several pairs of bright eyes-in which looks of
mingled admiration and curiosity were blended
-followed the direction of their teacher's gaze
out of the window.
Teacher.-Etty, can you tell me how many
colours there are ?
Etty.-I think I can count seven, but some are
more distinct than others.
Teacher.-You are right, the three chief colours
are: red, yellow, and blue, which are called
primary, because they are of the first order, and
from which all other colours are derived, such as
green, from a mixture of blue and yellow; orange,
by mixing red and yellow; and purple or violet,
from red and blue; and from these secondary
colours, an endless variety of shades and tints
aay be produced. 4

Mary.-But how is the rainbow caused,
Teacher ?
Teacher.-It is produced by a slight shower of
rain, on which the rays of the sun fall, and being
turned aside in their course, are reflected, or
thrown back again, from the cloudy sky opposite,
in the beautiful colours you have seen. A similar
bow of fainter colours is sometimes to be seen on
a moonlight night; this is called a lunar rainbow
as it is caused by the beams of the moon.
The same beautiful colours are also caused by
the sun shining upon soap bubbles.
Flora.-Is not the rainbow sometimes called
the Bow of Promise ?
Teacher.-Yes, it is so called from the fact that
it only appears when the sun is shining and dis.
persing the dark clouds, and reminding us of
God's promise that he will never again destroy
the earth by water.


By W. Walker Hodgson.

2 HAND-BELL, with a bowl leaning
against it, compose your lesson this
month. Begin at the top of the handle
of the bell, which you see is a little knob.
Then draw very carefully each side of the
handle. The bell itself must next be sketched,
great care being taken that each side appears
equal in form. The bowl may then be at-
tempted, beginning at the part which touches
the handle of the bell. The few lines that
indicate shade can be added to give finish to
the picture.


SSTORY is told of a man, living in an
S Eastern Country during troublous times,
who was obliged to take a long journey.
As he had just reaped the produce of a field
of grain, he was desirous of finding a place of
safety in which to store it against his return.
At length he thought of two friends to whom
he could entrust it, as they were both honest and
true, and he knew they would not rob him of a
single seed.
Between these two he divided his grain, placing
it in two stout sacks.
His journey was a long one, and many months
went by before he saw his home.
On his return he chose an early day for the
purpose of bringing his sacks home.
To one friend the traveller went and said,
" Where, friend, is the sack I left beneath thy
care ? "
His friend gave him no reply, but invited him
out through the house and garden, and, greatly
to his surprise, he saw a field of wheat, which
shone like gold, and ready for the sickle.

There, friend, I sowed thy grain, which has
yielded well, and will please thee better than the
The man was overjoyed and grateful, and
thinking his other friend would have done the
same, went hopefully to enquire for the sack left
in his possession.
I pray thee kindly, friend, restore the sack I
left with thee, when first to foreign climes I took
my way."
The friend said : "Lest thieves should steal it
while I slept, I placed it safely in my cellar."
But what a disappointment it was to find
half of it eaten by rats and mice; and what
they had not taken was spoilt by the damp of
the cellar.
The grain had become marred, and the seed,
which, if planted, might have borne a hundred-
fold, was rendered quite useless.
So if the powers God has given us are not
used, they will spoil-used, they will bear fruit,
perhaps a hundred-fold.


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rHESE little children went to play,
SDown on the beach, one summer-day,
Brimful of glee, careless and free,
Laughing they stand,
With their toys in hand,
Watching the ships sail by.
They dabble in the yellow sand,
They're such a merry little band;
What a high tower built in an hour;
Working with a zest,
Then sit down to rest,
Watching the ships sail by. H. S.

Lady-bird Lady-bird fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children alone !"
s not that what you little ones say when you
Catch a Lad-bird ?
SNow, suppose you come with me, and find
out a Lady-bird's house to see what it really is like.
Here wc are Why, it is a rose-bush covered with
buds and green leaves, and each leaf is the house
of a Lady-bird.
Let us knock at the door of one.
Come in says a tiny voice; you are very
welcome, but I am so busy this morning."
"Busy we answer, as we enter. Why, you
are doing nothing but stuffing-eating up all those
mites of green flies as if you were starving. -Ilow
greedy you are !"
"Greedy Did you say greedy ?" says Lady-bird,
turning round to look at us. I am astonished at
your language. Are you so ignorant as not to
know that I am doing the duty for which I was
created ? If I did not eat up all these green flies
what do you think would become of your roses .
Not one would you have, the very buds would be
devoured. Greedy indeed !"
Feeling rather awkward after this scolding, we
inquire, "How are your Lady-birdship's children?"
Oh, very well. They are all asleep over in that
corner. You may look at them if you care to."
Across the smooth green carpet of the leaf room
we go to inspect the children.
"Dear me! What funny, long, flat creatures
your children are; how curious they look! "
"You call my children funny!" shrieked the
angry Lady-bird. What do you mean? Pray,
what are your children like? Have I not seen
.hundreds of human infants, with bodies about two

yards long, made of lace and frills, and a round
ball at the end for a head They might be called
funny, but my beautiful children-there Good
morning Perhaps you will go away, and try not
to be so rude when you go visiting again."
We hastily apologise until we are forgiven, then
take our departure, meeting at the door an old
gentleman, the owner of the rose-bushes.
"Ha!" he said, "you've been inspecting my
rose-bushes. A fine show of buds, don't you think ?
Why, a fortnight ago, I feared I should not have
a rose this year. The bushes were covered with
the fly, but those good little gardeners, the Lady-
birds, have come to my help and aie clearing them
all off."
We feel very much ashamed, when we hear this,
of telling Lady-bird she was greedy, and the best
thing we can do, in the future, is not to be so ready
to accuse other people of being in fault, don't you
think so too ? I. B. M.

HAVE a little cartie, and
I have a little horse,
And I have a little dolly,
All are made of wood, of course.
I have a wooden farmyard,
With wooden sheep and cows,
With wooden trees and houses,
Wooden pigs, cats, and bow-wows.
Then I have a wooden bucket
And a little wooden spade;
Of wooden bricks a lovely
Little doll's house I have made.
Now mamma says, when I grow up
Things different will be,
My horses, if I have any,
Will real horses be;
That sheep will not be made of wood,
And no more wooden cows
Or pigs, that dogs will bark and bite,
Unlike good wood bow-wows.
Just fancy dogs that bark and bite,
And other creatures real,
How very funny I at first
Shall, when I'm with them, feel.
So let me love you very much,
You pretty wooden toys;
How kind they are to make such things
For little girls and boys. I. M.


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By the Rev. Thecodore Johnson, Diocesan Inspector
of Schools, Rochcster.
I want to tell you about a praying boy, who
grew up to be a man of prayer; one who always
trusted in God, and took all his troubles to his
Heavenly Father, and He gave him strength to pass
safely through them all.
In Captivity.-When the great King Nebuchad-
nezzar had taken the beautiful city of Jerusalem in
war, le commanded that the rich treasures and
many of the people should be taken to Babylon,
where he lived. Among the captives were certain
young princes, who were very fair to look upon
and full of knowledge. One of them was named
1)nniel, and I shall have to speak of his three
co upanions in my next story. After three years
the king sent for Daniel and his friends, and he
was m,:ch pleased with their appearance and skill
in all learning."
The King's Dream.-It was at this time that
(od sent a dream to King Nebuchadnezzar, which
greatly troubled him, for he had forgotten it; and
becausehis wise men could not help him to remember
it, they were condemned to die. Then they sought
for Daniel, who asked the king for a little time,
that he might pray to his God to show him the
dream, and the meaning of it. When Daniel
received an answer from God, he went in before
Nebuchadnezzar and said, Thou, 0 King, sawest,
and behold a great image, whose brightness
was excellent, and the form thereof was terrible.
This image's head was of fine gold, his breast
and his arms of silver, his belly and his thighs
of brass, his legs of iron, his feet part of iron
and part of clay. Thou sawest till that a stone
was cut out without hands, which smote the
image, and it became a great mountain, and
filled the whole earth." Then Daniel showed
the king how his great and powerful kingdom
should be followed by others less rich and powerful,
until the time should come when the God of
Heaven should set up a Kingdom that should never
be destroyed.
Daniel's Advancement.-Then was Daniel
made a great man in the kingdom of Babylon, and
Nebuchadnezzar made him rich gifts, and set him
up as ruler over the whole province, and chief
among the wise men of his Court.
The Handwriting.-We must pass over

several years, and now another king is reigning at
Babylon; his name is Belshazzar, and we see him
first in his royal palace, surrounded by his princes
and lords, at a great feast. They are using the
golden and silver cups which Nebuchadnezzar had
brought from the Temple at Jerusalem. Now this
was very wrong, so God rebuked wicked Belshazzar
by sending forth the fingers of a man's hand, which
wrote mysterious words, over against the candlestick,
on the wall of the palace. Then the king trembled
greatly, for all saw the words written, yet none
could explain them until Daniel was sent for. He
at once told Belshazzar that it was a message from,
God that he should die, and his kingdom be given
to the Medes and the Persians.
Daniel at Prayer.--With the new king,
Darius, came the hardest trial of all, for although
Darius loved Daniel, and gave him more power,
yet the other princes were jealous of him, and
tried to do him harm. At last they thought of a
wicked plan to stop Daniel from praying to his
God, or to bring a great punishment upon him for
doing so. These men persuaded the king to make
a law (which once made could not be changed),
that no man in his kingdom should ask a petition
of any God or man for thirty days, except of the
king, or he should be cast into the den of lions.
But Daniel feared not the law; so he prayed three
times each day, and gave thanks before his God
as aforetime."
In the Lions' Den.-The wicked princes who
were watching Daniel, now told the king, and
Daniel was cast into the den of lions. Daniel
knew that he had not done wrong by breaking
such a wicked law; and he felt quite sure that his.
God would deliver him from the fierce lions. And
so He did, for an angel was sent to shut the mouths.
of these savage creatures, and Daniel was quite safe
in the den of lions. Next morning the king was glad
to find Daniel alive, and without harm having been
done to him by the lions ; so he commanded that
all the wicked men who had plotted against Daniel
should be destroyed by being cast into the den of
lions. This was done, and the king made a wise
law that only the God of Daniel should be
worshipped in his kingdom.

EF. Jesus, help Thy little ones
1-G_ To please Thee, and to love,
That when the work of life is o'er
We'll be with Thee above.
M. B. M.


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He calls to the young folk who peep through the
half-shut door, "Miss Rose, you am de gal like your name;
and Mas'r Phil, you am de boy wid bright eyes. Come-
he'ar, an' see how you face look in dis bright ting, eh !"
Rose and Phil and small Frank run in to see what Abe
means; they look at the bright tin, which shines like a.
glass, and see a broad face, and then two. Rose thinks
it so strange and queer that she cries out, "Oh! Abe, these-
can't be our fa-ces ADE.


HEY had such fun,
SThese three young mice;
They fed on the cheese
And ate up the rice,
They nib-bled the cake
And found it so nice;
But, oh! they tast-ed
The pep-per and spice!
These three young mice!

How they did run!
These three poor mice;
They ran a-way home
To their moth-er's nest,
Who doc-tor'd them all
Be-fore go-ing to rest;
She thought in fu-ture
They'd know what was best,
These three young mice!
O. A. K.

jEORGE was a kind boy to his horse, and he had a fine-
one. He had a dog too, and did not ill-use them,
for he knew that was wrong. When he rode out he did
not make his horse go too fast, for he said that would tire
it. The dog Dash ran by his side, and was as glad as
a dog could be when he was out with George.


.ow, Dicky, my darling sit still in your nest,
.,y While I fetch you a worm from the fields
down below,
-For the feathers scarce cover your pink little
And your wings cannot help you to fly yet, you
While Dicky-ignoring his mother's advice-
,Climbed up on the edge with a chirp and a tweak,
He thought 'twas no harm, and the view was
so nice !
iBut a sudden gust rose, and he fell to the ground,
Tho' to use his poor featherless winglets he tried,
And he crashed to the earth with a dull, dismal
Chirp'd out for his mother, turned over, and-
R. H. L.

IGH up in an old oak tree was a
beautiful little nest; it belonged to
two dear little birds; in it were
Four such lovely eggs, and the
mother bird took such care of
^ .- ,them, keeping them so warm.
By-and-by, "Peep, peep," was heard, and if you
-could have looked into the nest you would have
seen four tiny wee birds with hardly any feathers,
.aud their beaks wide open, waiting for the food
which their parents were bringing them.
Day by day they grew stronger, till at last they
were able to fly. Oh! how happy they were, and
when they began to sing, it was funny, each one
seemed to try and sing louder than the others.
-One day their parents took them for a fly, and
they saw a man with a lot of cages in his hands.
Look," said the father bird, that man is going
ito try and catch poor little birds like us."
Oh cried the little ones; do let us fly
;home quickly, we are frightened."
"You need not fear," said their father, he will
not catch you."
But nevertheless they all flew back, and were
.glad to get safely home again.
I dare say you will often see these little birds,
-or some like them, hopping about outside your
window when you are'having your breakfast. If
you do, be sure and throw them some crumbs.

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K-REDDIE and I have a fine rabbit of our own;
we call her Mrs. Snowball. Our big
brother Bob made a hutch out of an old
tea chest, and we opened our money-boxes to buy
some wire netting for the window side of her new
home. We found we should have enough money
left to buy hinges for the front door, instead of
using the strap off Freddie's school-books for
So when it was finished, Snowball was quite
proud of her Chinese-looking house, covered with
letters, and a picture of a tea merchant with a fan
and pigtail; only it was a pity she could not have
the decoration inside, instead of the bare brown
walls; but she was very contented with her hay
bed, and nibbled her cabbage leaves very quietly.
When Freddie softly brushed her coat, I took
one of Mab's sashes (that's my old doll with only
one leg) to tie round her neck; she looked quite
As soon as Snowball had grown accustomed to
her new house she brought home seven little ones.
We called them Snow Flakes, and in about a fort-
night they had opened their eyes, and now they
play with each other.
Freddie is going to give one of them to a great
chum of his, and one I promised to Hilda. Now
we are going to paint an old hutch lor the five
others, as Snowball cannot have so many little
ones at home with her, but she will see them when
we let them have a run in the orchard, as we intend
doing when they are a little older.

LL never beat my little cat,
But stroke and smooth her head,
And watch her playing with her tail,
And see that she is fed.
My little cat is very good,
And she is useful too!
For she will catch the little mice
That frighten Jack and you.

Oh, I will never tease my cat,
Nor ever cause her pain,
For if I always treat-her well
Then she will play again.
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"CV Y dear," said Mrs. Blackbird,
,Jt I really think 'tis time
_. That we should give a party,
And ask our friends todine,
"The cherries now are ready,
They're getting ripe and sweet;
So if you've no objection,
We'll ask our friends next week."

Solemn looked Mr. Blackbird,
He had never much to say;
His wife asked his opinion,
But he knew she'd have her way.

So he answered very sweetly,
"Well love, do as you like;
Give the party when it suits you,
But mind whom you invite.
Do let it be select, dear,
Some birds are rough and rude;
At Mrs. Robin's party
Those Sparrows would intrude."
"I'll read the list," she answered,
If it is not too dark ;
There's Mrs. Thrush and family,
Mr. Starling and Miss Lark.

"Mr. and Mrs. Robin,
And little Jenny Wren;
But if Master Tomtit flirts so,
He shall not come again.
" I thought, perhaps, Mr. Cuckoo
Might please us with his song,;
But we should find it tedious,
If he kept it on too long,

And he said,
Are gone I

Miss Nightingale sings sweetly,
But then she comes so late;
I fear she'd keep us up, dear,
Longer than we could wait.

"Then there is Mr. Goldfinch,
He's always neatly dressed;
His wife I don't much care for,
But we'll ask her with the rest."
So the list was here completed,
And the birds came every one;
And some quite uninvited
Were rude enough to come.

I'm sure there were some Sparrows,
For they chattered merrily,
And seemed to be as happy
As grander birds could be.

And they picked the ripest cherries,
For Farmer Lee was out;
And Mrs. Blackbird knew it
When she asked them there, no doubt.

Then they rose to make their speeches,
The Starling with the rest;
The other birds all chattered,
But his was quite the best.
Then in praise of host and hostess
They sang a little song,
And hoped they all would meet again
Ere the cherries were all gone.

They then shook toes and parted,
As happy as could be;
All thought the party a success
Excepting Farmer Lee:

"All my best cherries
do declare;

The birds have had a party,
SHow I wish I had been there! "


By James Fahey, Member of the Institute of Painters in Water Colours.

AM about to try a plan of teaching without
talking to my pupil. That is new to me. I
like to talk; it is quicker than writing, and
I like to think of my pupils. If I never see them,
I cannot so do.
I once had a little pupil who was very clever;
well, if she was not very clever, she was very
diligent. The great English painter, Sir Joshua
Reynolds, says "that is better." Her name was
Ethel, so as I like to think of her I will call you by
her name, and ask you: Ethel, can you remember
when you began to learn your letters 7 Did I hear
you say no, indeed, you liked learning them ? but
I now love to read pretty story books, and never
think of the nasty letters and the trouble I had in
learning them. I am glad to hear that.
This first lesson you may call learning lines

instead of letters. Once know them as well as
you know your letters, you will love them also,
and never forget them.
Lines, like letters, are known by different
names, when thus horizontal. Put your
pencil into a basin of water it will swim flat
and even on the top of the water, turn about
as it may. Lines are called vertical when thus-
parallel when the same distance from
each other. Now let us draw two '
horizontal and two vertical lines. The .
space enclosed is called a square if
the lines are the same length. Lines SUARE.
from top corner on either side to the bottom
opposite corer are called diagonals, and where they
cross each other, the centre. Go(c-bye, Ethel.
J. F.

By Signora Toselli.

AM going to tell you a great many things about
animals and objects that you see very often,
but that all of you do not know the uses of.
So we will begin with the COW. Look at the
picture and you will see that the cow has four feet,

two horns, two ears, two eyes, a large nose, a long
tail with a tuft at the end, and its body is covered
with soft hair. Now we must see of what use this
beautiful animal is to us all.
It gives us sweet white milk to drink, or to make
butter or cheese of; its flesh, when it is no longer
alive, is meat that we call beef. Its skin is made into

leather for boots and shoes, or for straps, harness,
and saddles. Its horns are used for handles of
penknives, and to make shoe-horns. Its hoofs make
glue, and its bones are also useful to make knitting
needles, paper-knives, and many other things.
What does this pretty creature eat I It eats grass,
and hay, and corn, and almost any thing that grows
in the fields; it will not eat meat but likes a piece
of salt.
Now I want you to learn a hard word; the word
means an animal that has a backbone. Ver-te-
bra-ted animal. The pretty cow is a Ver-te-bra-ted
animal, for it has a backbone. Do you know what
a backbone is? It is a number of little bones
joined together that reach from the cow's head to
the tip of its tail. Now see how many animals you
can think of that have backbones. IVAN.

I. My first is a country in Asia. 2. Change
my head and I am a small country of Africa.
3. Behead me and I am an ancient name of a part
of Europe. 4. Put a new head on me, and drop
the last two letters, and I am a celebrated river.
SOLUTION.--. Siberia. 2. Liberia. 3. Iberia. 4. Tiber.

By W. Walker Hodgson

AMLET is a bull-terrier, and a
very fine specimen of his kind.
He is very much respected by all
who know him, and that I think is
because he once took first prize at a dog
show. First draw his left ear-or,
rather, the ear which appears left to
you. Then carefully sketch in his head
and nose, finishing that portion by in-
dicating his sleepy eye. The other
ear may next be added, and then the
gradually curved line that shows more
than anything else the position in which
he is lying. When you have sketched
the tail, the most difficult part of your
f lesson begins, and that is the leg im-
mediately above. First continue the
curved line past the tail and then draw
the part of the leg that nearly touches
it, when you may complete your copy
uj by adding the foot and the portion of
Sthe leg upon which his head is resting.

By Mrs. Hodgson.

Teacher.-What month reminds us of the
approach of Spring ?
Pupil.-March; although usually a cold,
windy month, it gives many signs that Spring is
near, both amongst plants and animals.
Teacher.-Does not the cold wind injure the
plants ?
Pupil.-No; it prevents them putting out their
leaves too soon, and being nipped by the frost.
Teacher. -What flowers are in blossom during
this month ?
Pupil.-The pale primrose, the sweet-scented
violet, and the daisy, are most frequently seen.
Teacher.-What change takes place amongst
the birds at this season ?
Pupil.-Those which have migrated to warmer
countries for the Winter, return, and others
which came to us in Autumn to escape the more
severe Winter of their own home, now take
their departure.
Teacher.-What character does the month of
April bear?
Pupil.-It is generally known as being very
changeable, and is called the month of smiles
and tears," as frequent showers of rain are
succeeded by bright gleams of sunshine.
Teacher.-What effect does this produce upon
the earth ?
Pupil.-It causes vegetation to spring forth,
the grass begins to grow, and the trees and hedges
shoot forth their leaves, and expand their buds and
blossoms, as they respond to the sun's warm rays.

Teacher.-How are the birds occupied in this
month ?
Pupzl.-They are busy building their nests
from early dawn to sunset, all the time singing
merrily, and chirping and chattering to their
heart's content.
Teacher.-What bird returns to our shores
with great regularity ?
Pupil.-The cuckoo, whose note is a sure sign
that Summer is at hand, as it cannot endure cold,
and therefore is the last to come and the first to
go, never remaining with us in England longer
than July or August.
Teacher.-Why is May called the brightest
month in the year ?
Puzpl.-Because the sun shines so brightly
and steadily, the fresh young grass is of the
brightest green, and the meadows are gay with
innumerable buttercups, daisies, cowslips, and
yellow celandine.
Teacher.-What curious plant grows freely
in the South of England ?
Pupil.-The orchis, the flowers of which pre-
sent a very peculiar appearance, at a short
distance resembling bees, butterflies, and even
Teacher.-What blossom is sometimes named
after this month ?
Pupil.-The hawthorn, which in the latter
part of the month covers the hedges in great
abundance, its tints varying from pure white to
deep pink.

By W. Walker Hodgson.

Sij iB''i iT II WNow, perhaps you think the object foi
S I your lesson this month, being a very
Simple object, will be very easy to copy. It
is only a hat hanging behind a door, to
be sure, but you must not think that those
things which seem so simple in themselves
will be equally so under the treatment of
your lead pencil.
In the case of this felt hat, you will
perhaps find it difficult to make it stand out
S from the door itself; but if you are care-
"- ful with the shading beneath the hat you
will be astonished to find how natural your
copy will look. It will be necessary, how-
ever, to have the door and the stand and
hat drawn in outline first, and it will be well
to begin with the straight lines first and
then the crown of the hat. You may then
add the brim. Of course you cannot see
the peg upon which the hat hangs, but you
may know the kind of peg it is from that
which you see is not just now being used
Sby anybody's hat or coat.
By Signora Toselli.
Teacher-" Harry, do you know what import and export mean ? "
Harry-" No."
Teacher-" I will tell you. To import anything is to bring it into a country, and to export any-
thing is to send it out of the country to some other place. I want you all to tell me of something that
we import into this country, and also something that we export."
Harry-" We export iron, and we import wool."
Nellie-" We import dolls, for mine came from Paris, and we export coal."
Willie-" We import fruit, and we export bad people, for papa told me that very bad people
were sent out of the country, and sometimes they never came back."
Teacher-" Yes; but when people are sent away from their country it is called being exiled, and if
they are very wicked and are sent away and kept prisoners they are said to be transported."
Archie-" We export stuff for dresses, and we import corn and grind it into flour to make puddings
and bread."
Jack-" We import sugar and tea, and we export knives and scissors."
Katie-" We import coffee, and we export THE LITTLE ONE'S OWN COLOURED PICTURE PAPER,
because I know it is sent to so many places out of England."
Teacher-" What is the use of sending things out of a country and bringing other things into it ?"
Archie-" I don't know."
Teacher-" It is useful to get things from other countries that cannot be found here, that will not
grow here, or that we do not know how to make ourselves, and it is useful to send things that grow or
are made here to other countries."
Harry-" I like to know about that, for now we can have a game at import and export. We
could each choose a country, and then pretend to exchange goods. I should choose England, and I
Nellie-" I will choose France, and will export dolls, so I could have your picture-book for my
doll, Harry."
Teacher-" Yes, that will make a very pretty game for a wet afternoon; but one of you should be the
captain of a vessel to carry the goods from one country to another, and he must say what rivers and seas he
will sail through and what land he will send the goods over to get them to the countries they are sent to."


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I1TLE Amy stood at her cottage door tying
on her sun bonnet, for her mother had
r told her she and Puck, the little dog,
might go and play in the fields till tea-time, for it
was washing day, and she was very busy. The
kind mother gave Amy some bread and butter and
a piece of cake for her dinner.
"Now, Puck," said Amy, which way shall we
go ?" but Puck couldn't say, though he looked very
wise; but presently he set off with his tail in the
air to a field close by, and Amy ran after him. The
field was full of buttercups and daisies, and Amy
soon gathered some beautiful bunches, and then
she made them into chains to dress up Puck with,
and very funny he looked. When Amy had finished
dressing him they wandered off to look for violets.
Presently a beautiful butterfly, with red and gold
,wings, came and settled on a flower close to them,
and Master Puck wanted to chase it, but Amy held
him tight, for she was a kind little girl, and would
inot let him hurt it.
Soon the pretty butterfly flew off, and then
Amy thought it was high time she and Puck
should have dinner; so they looked for a nice
shady tree, and down they sat, and Puck sat
up on his hind legs and asked for his dinner.
Kind little Amy gave him nearly as much as she
had herself, and I am afraid Puck was a greedy
little dog, for if Amy took two bites without giving
him any, he gave a howl, and then Amy gave him
an extra big piece. After their dinner they played
about among the flowers, but very soon Amy
began to feel very.sleepy, so she sat down again
under her tree, and Puck beside her, looking very
wise and wide awake. But he did not keep his
eyes open long, for he soon fell fast asleep, with his
head on Amy's arm.
And there the father found them when he came
home through the field to tea. He stooped down
and picked little Amy up, and Puck woke up too,
and so all three went home to tea.

,B. C. went after tea
To Baby's wonderful Ball.

D. E. F., being all three deaf,
Never heard of it at all.

G. H. I. had some apple-pie,
Then merrily danced away.

J. K. L. look bright and well
As they on their banjoes play.

M. N. 0. make a wonderful show,
For they bring their dolls to the Ball.

P. Q. R. came with Q's papa;
This, of course, delighted all.

S. T. U., dressed in pink and blue,
Ate sweets to their hearts' delight.

V. W. X. wore plaids and checks,
A new style of ball dress quite;
Y.-oh, my !-ate a big bull's-eye,
Too big for a child so small;
Z. came last, he'd been running fast
To be present at Baby's Ball.
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'N old crow was perched on the
S, very topmost bough of an
'-' elm tree, near a field of
newly planted corn. He
o turned his old grey head
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another, to see if any one was
about. Nothing stirred, so he flapped his wings and
cried Caw, caw," in his loud, hoarse voice. Caw,
caw, caw," again, louder still, and then the crows
and young rooks came flying from all parts of the
woods, and settled in the cornfield, where they
soon began to peck up the seed corn with their
strong bills.
They made a good meal, not only on the corn,
but any poor little worm or snail that came in their
way was also soon picked up. Presently Caw,
caw," was heard from the old crow, and they rose
up like a black cloud, as a man came along with a
gun ; he was too late !
The old crow had seen him a long way off, and
gave notice to the rest, so they all fled away except
the old grey-headed one, who went back to the
tree, where he was hidden by the leaves, ready to
come again when danger was past.
0. A. K.


By, the Rev. Theodore Johnson, Diocesan Inspector
of Schools, Rochester.
The Three Holy Children.-It is a noble
thing to be bold in 'a right cause. "Dare to do
right" is a good motto, especially if it be followed
by "Fear to do wrong." Let us hear the story of
the three holy children.
Leaving Jerusalem.-After the siege of
Jerusalem, Nebuchadnezzar carried many people to
Babylon as captives, among them the three princes
who felt very sorry that the king had sent for them
to serve him in a strange land.
Before the King.-Having reached Babylon,
the young princes were taken to the palace and
kindly treated, to prepare them for the king's
service. At last this day came, when Shadrach,
Meshach, and Abednego were dressed in royal
robes to be presented to Nebuchadnezzar, who
received them in great state, seated upon his
throne. He was much pleased to find that these
princes were so fair-looking and wise, and he set
them over the affairs of the province of Babylon."
But I am glad to tell you that although these
young princes were in such high favour at the
heathen court, yet they never forgot to pray to their
own God, who was daily guiding them to do His
work as His own true children.
The Golden Image.-The great sin of King
Nebuchadnezzar was his pride, and it pleased
him to make a mighty image of gold, and
having set it up in the Plain of Dura, near to
the City of Babylon, he commanded all the
people, beginning with the princes, governors, and
captains of his court, to fall down and worship it
at the sound of musical instruments. This was
a great sin, for the image of gold was really a
representation of himself and his great power.
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego were taken to
the place where the image was standing, but they
all refused to obey the king's command. So when
the herald called out that all must fall down and
worship the golden image or be cast into the fiery
furnace, these bold young princes stood upright
and would not bow down to the idol.
Cast into the Fiery Furnace.-When the
king heard of this he was very angry, and demanded,
"Who is that God that shall deliver you out of my
hands ?" Then the princes boldly said, "Our God
whom we serve is able to deliver us." These
words made the king still more angry, and he

commanded the strongest men in his army to
bind Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, and to
cast them into the fiery furnace, which was to be
made seven times hotter than it was wont to be.
This was done, and the flames caught up those who
cast in the young princes, and slew them.
But now a strange scene takes place; Nebuchad-
nezzar, while standing by to see the punishment
carried out, sees the young princes walking about
in the midst of the fire, unbound, and One like
unto the Sor of God with them to deliver them
from the fierce flames of the furnace. Then the
king cried out in great fear for the young princes
to come out of the fire, and when they came out,
all the people saw that the fire had had no power
over their bodies or clothing, for their God had
truly delivered them.
Promotion by the King.-Then Nebuchad-
nezzar blessed the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and
Abednego, and bade all the people to fall down
and worship the true God. After this the three
holy princes were made great in the province of

AM little, I am young;
Naughty words upon my tongue
Often linger; then I pray,
God forgive me this to-day.
Jesu's loving, Jesu's kind,
He will help me, if I mind,
When I work, or when I play,
Always in His name to pray.
All my faults may God forgive;
Loving Him I wish to live.
More and more to Him I'll pray,
And He'll help me more each day.

H teach my infant lips to raise
S To Thee, my God, a song of praise.
Why should I mutely pass along
When little birds are glad with song ?
I know that Thou, great God above,
Wilt treasure more my heart's best love;.

That naught that I can do or say
Will ever wash my sins away.
Oh! Jesus, lover of my soul,
Whose wisdom made and doth control
SAll beings here, above, below,
OpfD my lips Thy praise to show. G. W.

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IRET-TY cats and pret-ty nurs-es these. Which cat do you:
P think should have the prize ? But, oh dear they do-
not wait for the judge to come and say which is the best
cat. One jumps down, and now all rush off as fast as they
can run. You see at the top of the pic-ture a fine house
where they all live, and so all the pus-sies ran home, ran.
home, and all the girls and boys ran too. Fine fun, do-
you not think so ? So the cat show came to an end all took
soon. YADE.

HERE are naugh-ty words, there are ug-ly words,
That lit-tle lips can say:
There's will," and won't," and shan't," and don't,"'
I don't care if I may."
There are good lit-tle words, there are pret-ty words,
For lit-tle lips to say:
Oh, please, Mam-ma," and Thanks, Pa-pa,"
I should like if I may." E. S.

VrHE sun shines. Look at the sky; how blue it is !
S There are a few white clouds; but those white clouds
do not fall in rain drops. "Shall we go out for a walk,
Al-bert ? "If you please, Mam-ma; I like to walk in the
laU'es and fields when the sun shines. It is then bright and
warm." "It is spring now, my dear. The trees are in.
bud, and the grass is a bright green." Yes, it is a bright.
green, and very soft."


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SLITTLE boy chased a large butterfly into a
wood, and got so far that he lost his way,
upon which he sat down and cried. The
:butterfly, who was resting on a flower hard by,
noticed this, and said, What are you crying for, my
boy ?" The boy replied, Because I have lost my
way." "Oh, indeed," said the butterfly; when
you were chasing me just now you were very bold,
but now you have lost yourself you are crying like
.a baby. I suppose if you had caught me you
*would have killed me, but as I am fortunately able
to fly faster than you can run, you have got your-
self into a fix that you cannot get out of by yourself.
Let this teach you the lesson, that in trying to
injure others for your own gain, you may some-
times overreach yourself. I have a great mind to
leave you here all night in the wood, but for your
mother's sake, who is no doubt wondering where
you are, I will show you the way home, if you
follow me, and thus teach you another lesson-
to return good for evil."

S'---- --.. oy's father had given him
S"'--.-. a shilling, and one to each
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.... u-a' because he was going away
from them for some time,
and he said the shillings were to amuse them until
he came back, and then they were to tell him how
they had spent them.
The four boys were talking eagerly together, con-
sidering how far their money would go, and whether
they could get what they most wanted with it.
Hugh was a real sailor boy at heart, and was
:going to buy a pretty little ship.
Guy was a student, and had set his mind upon a
'history of some sort.
Tom was a merry, rollicking sort of boy, and
'liked good things. I think he meant to spend his
:money in sweets, but he was going to share then
with his brothers.
But little Roy turned away with a sigh, for ihe
was quite burdened with /is riches.
So he went into his little quiet room to think
upon this weighty matter. As he was standing by
this bed-side his eyes fell upon his missionary box,
.and then with a glad heart and eager hand, without
a moment's hesitation, he dropped into it his

shilling. Then he knelt down, and with clasped
hands and closed eyes, said reverently, "Oh, dear
God, I give my shilling unto Thee." And after that
he went out with a happy heart to join the others
at their play.

And the shilling that was given to God bought
a nicely bound Bible which was taken away over
the sea with a missionary.
Some of the poor heathen people learned to
read the Bibles; and one little girl was such a quick
scholar that the missionary gave her Roy's Bible for
her very own.
So the little girl took her Bible home with great
delight; as soon as she was alone she opened it,
and saw the words "Suffer the little children to
come unto Me." Then she read on until she under-
stood all the tender words spoken by the loving
Saviour; and when she had finished the chapter
she knelt down just as Roy had done, and said
softly Dear kind Jesus, I do come unto Thee now."
And there was joy in the little heathen's heart;
joy in that of the missionary; joy in Roy's heart
and in his father's when he knew how Roy had
spent his shilling; and there was joy in the presence
of the Angels for another little lamb gathered into
the Saviour's fold. MINNIE.


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'" Once a parrot
S' These few words was taught
to say,
--:"-- ---; Pretty Polly,
'Tis not folly-
House on fire run away !"

In December, I remember,
In that room I chanced to stay;
I said, Polly, cease your folly--
House on fire run away !"

I lay dreaming, Poll kept screaming-
Screaming loud at break of day,
"Pretty Polly, talk no folly-
House on fire run away "

I woke-gazing on flames blazing;
"Save me !" pow: Poll seem'd to say.
'Twas not folly--seizing Polly,
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SLITTLE girl named Daisy had a smart new
pair of shoes given to her. They were
bright blue, to match the little blue dress
she wore, and when she had them on she thought
herself very fine indeed.
She walked so proudly up and down the farm-
yard, that all the cocks and hens 'stared at her in
surprise, and as she was thinking more of her
shoes than anything else, she did not look very
carefully where she was going, and walked into
some damp grass near the duck-pond, and got them
very wet.
Then her nurse called her indoors, and made her
take off the pretty blue shoes, and put them in front
of the kitchen fire to dry, and gave Daisy a pair of
thick boots to wear when she went out. But she
did not like these half as well as her blue shoes, and
waited very impatiently for the time when she could
wear them again.
At last, when nearly an hour had passed, she
went into the kitchen, feeling sure the shoes must
be dry, but she could not find them anywhere. They
were not in front of the fire, nor- under the table,
nor on the chairs, and even nurse could not think
what had become of them until she walked into
the yard, and saw their three puppies very busy
tearing up something.
When she looked closer, there were the two little
heels of Daisy's shoes lying on the straw in front of
these naughty puppies, who had torn up all-of them,
except a little bit of blue leather, which was
hanging out of the eldest puppy's mouth.
Poor Daisy cried verybitterly, and was very angry
with the troublesome little things, who were always
up to some mischief or other, but nothing she could
do would bring back her pretty blue shoes.
N. C.

AKE me to the Fair, good Robin;
Take me to the Fair;
We'll have such fun and frolic, Robin,
When we once get there.

There round-abouts, and swinging-boats
Go swiftly up and down,
While bands of music march about,
And play right through the town.

And p'r'aps a Penny Peep-show, Robin,
Or Wax-works, fair and gay,
And stalls of toys and ginger-bread,
Oh let us go to-day !
O. A. K.

SHERE were once two little boys
called Harry and Arthur, who
'') "' went into the country to pay a
visit to their grandmamma. Now
i( grandmamma kept a donkey,
P/ which she called "Neddy," and
-t he used to draw a little donkey-
cart. Harry and Arthur were delighted with
Neddy, and used to go out every day riding him,
or driving in the cart.
One day a funny thing happened. Arthur was
on the donkey and Harry was walking behind with
his nurse, when suddenly Master Neddy lay down
on the ground, and nurse had only time to pull
Arthur off before the donkey'began to roll over
and over in the dust. Arthur was not hurt, and
both little boys laughed very much when they saw
Neddy rolling on the ground. When he had had
enough he got up, and began to eat some thistles
that were growing by the side of the road, for
donkeys will eat thistles, though they are prickly.
When grandmamma heard what he had done, she
said Harry and Arthur must not ride him any
more, as some day they might get hurt, but they
might go in the donkey-cart.
The next day they went out driving in the cart, and
Neddy did another funny thing. A boy was driving
the cart and nurse and Harry and Arthur were inside,
when Neddy began to gallop, and the donkey-cart
was overturned into a ditch full of brambles and
prickly bushes. They were not much hurt, but very
scrn'ri!ed and their clothes torn. They did not
lau5li :,o much this time.
In spite of Neddy's pranks he was a very funny
donkey, don't you think so? Harry and Arthur
were very fond of him, and used to feed him with
carrots, and were very sorry when they had to po
home to London, but grandmamma said they mu-t
come soon again and see her, when she hoped
Neddy would behave better.
Grandmamma said people would think they had
.been teasing the cat, when they saw their scratched
hands and faces, but Harry laughed and said he
would tell them it was grandmamma's donkey.


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By the Rev. Theodore Johnson,. Diocesan Inspector
of Schools, Rochester.
Taken Captive.-It is a good rule to make
up our minds to do something good every day; to
help some one with a kind word if we have nothing
better to give. I want to tell you the story of a
little Hebrew maiden, who was once taken captive
by the soldiers of the great King of Syria, and
carried far away from her own home, parents, and
friends, to live among strangers; she was stolen by
the soldiers to be a little slave-girl, and slaves were
often treated in a very cruel way; often beaten and
half starved.
The Little Maid and her Mistress.-Now
it happened to fall to the lot of this little Hebrew
maiden that she was placed in the household of a
rich lady, whose husband was the chief captain of
the army of the King of Syria, and no doubt she
grieved greatly for her old home and freedom, and
often thought about God and her own people. She
was now living in a heathen country, and her
mistress worshipped false gods of wood and stone,
for they had no great prophets and teachers like
the holy man Elisha, who lived in the land of
The Leper Master.-The great captain's name
was Naaman, and he was a very brave man and a
good soldier, but he was a leper," which means,
that he had sores upon his body which caused his
flesh to turn white, and made him very unhappy,
for none might go near him for fear of taking this
dreadful disease. He was obliged to remain in his
room alone, and this the little maid saw, and
having a kind heart she wished to do good to her
master. But how could a little slave-girl help such
a great man?
The Maid's Wish.-No doubt she thought
over this for some time, and she may have asked
God to help her. At last she thought she would
tell her wish to her mistress, who would be sure to
be glad to hear' of any way in which her husband
might be cured from his sad disease; so she went
to Naaman's wife and said, "Would God my lord
was before the Prophet that is in Samaria, for he
would recover him of his leprosy." The little maid
now felt happy that she had told of the power of
Elisha, the man of God, who could heal her master
if he would go and ask him.

Seeking the Prophet.-Soon alter this the
little maid's wish was made known to Naaman,
and afterwards it reached the king's ears, who
very much wished that his great captain might be
made quite well again. So the king decided to
send a letter to the King of Israel, asking him to
heal his great captain, Naaman.
Then Naaman set out for the land of Israel
and took with him the letter, with a present
of silver and gold and raiment; but the King
of Israel. did not understand the message, and
he was greatly troubled, and rent his clothes
and said, "Am I God, to kill and to make
alive, that this man doth send unto me to
recover a man of his leprosy? Wherefore con-
sider, I pray you, and see how he seeketh a
quarrel against me."
The Leper Healed.-When Elisha heard of
this, he sent for Naaman'the Syrian captain. He
went at once with his horses and his chariot and
stood at the door of the house of Elisha, waiting for
the man of God to come out and heal him of his
leprosy; but Elisha only sent a message, "Go and
wash in Jordan seven times." This displeased
Naaman, and he would not obey the prophet at
first, but his servants came near and begged of him
to do this simple thing, and he went down to the
River Jordan and dipped himself seven times in
the water, and he was healed of his leprosy. We
see how the little maiden's wish was fulfilled, and I
feel sure that she was glad to see her master return
home quite restored to health.

GAIN a week is gone,
Gone never to come back;
What have I done in that past week
To make it look so black ?
I fear I've not done much
That's good, or kind, or true ;
Father or mother I've not helped,
Been disobedient too.
Not learnt my lessons well,
Been 'often in disgrace,
I've spoilt seven days of precious time,
Made sad my mother's face.
Help me, dear Lord, next week,
To work, to love, to pray,
That some right act in Thy great Book
Be writ for every day. BESSIE.

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~H, Moth-er, dear," said A-lice Hyde,
S I've come to say good night;
I've had my bath and nev-er cried !
I shut my eyes so tight
That not the smal-lest bit of soap
Could get in-side to-night."
"Good night, my dar-ling; we will hope
You'll sleep quite sound to-night.
God bless my pet; we'll not for-get
To pray to Him to-night." BESSIE.
UB-A-DUB-DUB I'll fight for the Queen
\ Says lit-tle Har-ry; In the hot Sou-dan;
My fine new drum I'll nev-er give in
To war I'll car-ry! When I am a man.
M. B. M.
JN most great towns there is at least one large house
where boys and girls who are sick or hurt can go
and stay till they get well. Now I will tell you of a
dog that had hurt his foot, and went to a house of this
kind and made such a fuss at the door that they had
to let him in and see to his lame foot. Was not this
strange ? for how could he know that they would help
him there more than at the next house ? Well, they did
what they could for him, and then sent him off; but what
do you think that wise dog did ? He came back the next
day for the kind man to dress his hurt foot as he had done
the first time. The dog was so glad, that they could not
get rid of him for a long time, nor could they find where
his home was, or why he came to them. YADE.


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1. Edgar, Archie, Flossie, and Dot have a good
exercise with the dumb-bells in the garden.
2. The sunflowers and the larks are bright and
3. Edgar plays the accordion, Archie the flute,
Flossie her own little violin that Uncle Charles gave
her, and the canary joins in the musical party by
singing his clearest and highest notes.
4. Edgar goes to look at the bees at the farm,
where the four children and mamma have gone to
spend the afternoon, and the dairymaid goes with
him to see that he comes to no harm.
5. The tea-table is spread with all kinds of good
things-fruit, flowers, and cakes, and four old-
fashioned chairs are arranged for the four little
visitors. Mamma is to sit on the other side of the
table. What a pleasant day to be sure !

wo little kits sat silent and sad
Because they had nothing to do;
When, lo to their joy, a snail came by,
And the kitties said, "We'll play with you."
But the snail was cross,
And quite at a loss
To know how to play with kits,
So he said with a bow,
"I don't know how-
You would tear me to little bits."

/ AM sure all my little boy and
girl readers have seen Punch
Sand Judy, and the poor little
S baby that wicked Mr. Punch
-- throws out of window! And
they have also seen, as I did, ever so long ago,
when I was a little boy, the funny little dog with
a frill round his neck, that barks his answers
to Mr. Punch, and stands on his head till all
the girls and boys laugh to see him with his tail
where his head ought to be. Well, one of these
funny little fellows had a very cruel master who used
to beat him for everything, and, indeed, I may say
for nothing, and especially when the people who
looked at the show did not give him enough

money One day, when his master had beaten him
very much, he said't6 himself-for these funny little
dogs talk to themselves although they cannot speak
to anybody else-" I won't stand this treatment
any longer; I'll run away !" So one fine morning,
before his frill was put on, he went up to Punch
and Judy and their baby, and kissed them-for
they were very good friends-and with a low bark
bade them all good-bye, and ran quickly off round
the corner.
Poor little dog! He wandered about all day
and could not get anything to eat, though he
hunted amongst the sawdust outside the butchers'
shops for scraps that might have been swept out,
but he only found bits of hard bone, and even then
the butchers' boys threw sticks at him and drove
him away. Then he laid wait for little boys going
to school, who were eating bread-and-butter, and
went up to them and wagged his tail, as much as
to say, Give me a bit, little boy." But he could
only get a very little piece, for to tell you a secret,
although he was so funny, and could do so many
clever things, he was not a pretty dog, and the
little boys did not like the look of him.
At last he got so hungry he did not know what
to do, until he came to a house where the servants
were cooking a nice dinner, and there he sat look-
ing through the railings and sniffing the nice
smell till the tears came into his eyes. Yet nobody
took a bit of notice of him i All at once he said
to himself, If I show them some of my tricks they
will perhaps give me something to eat !"
So without more ado he gave a bark or two, and
then actually stood on his head and wagged his
stumpy tail! Of course all the servants laughed
very much, and were just going to ask him in to
dinner, when a great tall policeman came round
the corner, and, seeing such strange behaviour in a
dog, called out, Hullo if there isn't a mad dog !"
and seized poor Toby by the neck. Well, of
course we know he wasn't mad, but it was no
wonder that the policeman did not, for to see a
dog standing on his head all by himself would
make any of us think so, would it not? The
policeman put him down while he got his staff out
to kill m-when what do you think the dog did ?
Why, .e did what any of us would do-he took to
his heels and ran away as fast as he could !
Now I know where that dog went to, and a
great deal more about him, and if you are good
children I shall, perhaps, tell you some more
another day. UNCLE LEB.


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Funny looking little dame,-
We never chanced to hear her name,-
It might have been, though, Mother
Who found no victuals in the cupboard,
Or old Dame Trot, or if you choose
Dame 'Wiggins, or old Mother Goose-
No matter which, she dwelt alone,
With just enough to live upon,
And used to travel far away
To sell her eggs on market-day.

And in regard to her abode,
It was a cot beside the road;
A little queer old-fashioned one,
But very neat to look upon.

One day, whilst busy with her broom
In sweeping out her only room,
For only one she had-except
A garret which she seldom swept.
Whilst busy, as before we said,
And sweeping underneath the bed

She swept up something from the floor
Which rolled away and struck the door.
And as it thus went rolling on,
She marked how very bright it shone;
And then she cried out suddenly,
"Why, what can that bright object be?
A silver penny, as I think,
For as it rolled I heard it chink."

She then twixtt thumb and finger caught it,
And cried aloud--"Why, who'd have thought it?
A silver penny bright and new,
And as I see a good one too.
Oh! what a lucky circumstance,
I never had so much at once!
How shall I spend it, since'tis mine,
On gowns and caps and ribbons fine,
Or dainty victuals? No-not I,
I'11 spend it far more prudently;
I'll think of something else more fit,-
A handsome pig I'll buy with it."

So with her cloak and bonnet on
She journeyed to the market town;
And there arrived, she made all haste
To find a pig to suit her taste.
Nor was it long before she bought
A famous bargain, as she thought,
A handsome looking piggywig,
Not very small nor very bg,
But one which just her fancy took,
Though rather wicked in his look.
A string around his leg she twined,
And held him as she walked behind,
And drove him on along the road
In hopes of reaching her abode
Before the setting in or night;
So on she journeyed with delight,
And little thought her piggy meant
To offer an impediment.

But scarce had they advanced a mile
Before, on coming to a stile


They made a stand,-and wherefore so?
This pig had fancies, you must know,
And would not stir from where he stood
Until it pleased his sulky mood.
So there he stood and would not move,
Although she gave him many a shove;
And though she scolded him and said
She'd send him supperless to bed.

Finding all this of no avail,
She thumped his sides and pinched his tail;
At which he only squeaked,-for still
He would not move to please her will.

"Oh! dear," she cried, "I plainly so
This pig will never move for me!
I'm sure he does it out of spite
That I may not get home to-night."

Then to a dog that loitered near,
She said, "Good Mister Dog, come here
And give this piggywig a bite,
For I am in a woeful plight;
This pig's in such a temper vile,
I cannot make him pass the stile;
And though I scold and give him blows,
And though I rap him on the toes,


And though I give his tail a pinch,
He will not move a single inch.
I'm sure he does it out of spite,
That I may not reach home to-night;
A bite from you would make him stir
So bite him I entreat, good sir."

But Mister Dog at one refused,
And said "He'd rather be excused."
The Dame into a passion flies,
Taxes the dog with cowardice.

And then, espying near the ditch,
A supple-looking ashen switch.
She says, "Good stick, I pray you, flog
That ugly and ill-natured dog;
Flog him I say, dear Mister Twig,
Because he will not bite my pig;
This pig, which keeps me all this while
Because he will not pass the stile;
This pig which plagues me out of spite,
'hat I may not reach home this night!"

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But, "No," the supple twig replies-
"The dog is far too big in size;
I fear that row of teeth he shows,-
And though a stick, I'm not for blows."

Our little woman, turning quick
In angry humour from the stick,
Espies a fire-and on the ground
A set of gypsies seated round.

"Oh! burn this stick," she cries, "good fire,
He will not do as I desire,
And beat that dog, who looks so big,
Yet fears to bite a little pig,


That pig which keeps me all this while
Because he will not pass the stile;
'That pig which plagues me out of spite,
That I may not reach home to-night."

"No," says the fire, "I had rather not,
I have sticks enough and feel too hot."

Near to some water then she went,
Paid it a handsome compliment,
And begged she'd favour her desire
By putting out that haughty fire,
Which would not burn that stick of ash,
Which would not give the dog a lash,
Which feared to bite her little pig,
Although the fellow was so big;
That pig which kept her all this while
Because he would not pass the stile;
That pig which plagued her out of spite,
That she might not reach home that night."

"Not I, indeed!" the water said,
"Why should I vex my fountain head?
Hence I beseech you from this place!"
Then dashed the water in her face.

"Oh, drink this water up," she cries,
"Good Mister Ox," as one she spies;
"For it refuses my desire
To quench that disobedient fire,
Which would not burn that stick of ash,
Which would not give the dog a lash,
Which feared to bite my little pig,
Although the fellow was so big;

That pig which keeps me all this while
Because he will not pass the stile;
That pig which plagues me out of spite,
That I may not get home to-night."



"No," says the Ox, "I had rather eat,-
Water at present is no treat;
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About an hour before you came."

A butcher then she chanced to see,
"I pray you kill this ox," says she;
"Which though it stands so near the brink,
Yet will not up that water drink,
That water which at my desire
Will not put out that haughty fire,

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Which would not burn that stick of ash,
Which would not give the dog a lash,
Which feared to bite my little pig,
Although the fellow was so big;
That pig which keeps me all this while
Because he will not pass the stile;
That pig which plagues me out of spite,
That I may not reach home to-night."

"I will not kill that ox," says he,
"Although a butcher I may be;
To such request I have naught to say
Unless a handsome sum you pay."

Just then she chanced to see a rope,
"You'll hang that butcher up, I hope;
Because," says she, "he will not kill
That ox which you may see here still,
Which, though it stands so near the brink,
Yet will not up that water drink,
That water which at my desire
Will not put out that haughty fire,
Which would not burn that stick of ash,
Which would not give the dog a lash,
Which feared to bite my little pig,
Although the fellow was so big;
That pig which keeps me all this while
Because he will not cross the stile;
That pig which plagues me out of spite,
That I may not reach home to-night."

The rope as proud as rope could be,
Coils himself up contemptuously,
Saying "Indeed, he'd rather shirk
That hanging,-'twas such vulgar work."

A rat then from the ditch arose,
And soon as he had shown his nose-
"If you this rope will gnaw," she says,
"You shall receive my warmest praise;
That haughty rope, which out of pride
To hang the butcher has denied;
That butcher cross, who will not kill
That ox, which you may see there still,
Which, though it stands so near the brink,
Yet will not up that water drink;
That water, which at my desire
Will not put out that haughty fire
Which would not burn that stick of ash,
Which would not give the dog a lash,
Which feared to bite my little pig,
Although the fellow was so big ;

That pig which keeps me all this while
Because he will not pass the stile;
That pig which plagues me out of spite,
That I may not reach home to-night."

"Pooh!" says the rat, "your praises warm!
Pray will they feed and keep me warm?
Give me some better food than that,
I love choice eating, though a rat."

"You do!" exclaims the dame, "indeed!
But here comes one who'll make you bleed,-
A cat whose skin shows eyery bone,
A lean and very hungry one.
Heigh, Pussy high a rat there-see,
Puss, pounce upon it instantly! "
The cat began to eat the rat
And found him tender, young and fat;
The rat began to gnaw the rope,
And well digested it we hope;
The rope began the butcher to hang,
That rope which many a bell had rang;
The butcher began to slay the ox,
By giving him a few hard knocks;
The ox began the water to drink,
And sipped it up as he stood at the brink;
The water began to quench the fire,
And would not let it blaze up higher;
The fire began to burn the stick,
As easy as a candlewick;
The stick began to beat the dog,
And showed the dame the way to flog;
The dog began the pig to bite,
And the Little Old Woman reached home that


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T.-AMBKIN was about a week old when he came to
Sbe our playmate. For the first two or three
Says he was very miserable, and did nothing
but wander about crying. Ma-a, ma-a," in a piteous
manner, trying to find lis dead mother, although we
did our best to make up for her loss by giving him
some warm milk, and making him a bed on an old
blanket at night. Yet he was very frightened when
Dandy, our shaggy dog, came near him; he well
knew it was not Rover, the sheep-dog, for Rover
never barked so angrily as Dandy. But by degrees
he became accustomed to us all, and now he
follows us about wherever we go.
Now, as the sunny days have come and the
buttercups and daisies are beginning to bloom,
with Lambkin grown bigger and stronger, we gather
the flowers in the meadow, while he nibbles the
greenest and freshest tufts of grass; then for a
moment he stops and looks up at us with his play-
ful eyes, then gambols about in his own funny way,
until we have made a pretty chain for his snowy
neck, and when we call him "Lambkin, Lambkin,"
he walks demurely up to us to have his blue ribbon
taken off, and the daisies put on in its place.
When he is washed we like to stand round the
tub to see him, one of us children holding the
towel to dry him, and the other waiting with a
comb, to comb out his short wavy fleece. He
looks so pretty after his bath, although he does not
care much about having it.
We hope he will not grow into a big sheep,
because we love him very much, and want to keep
him as long as he lives a pretty lamb.

I,.OOR DOLLY !-let's wrap her up snugly, for she
_. Is, dear little creature, as ill as can be.
Now this story is true as can be, every word;
In her wee little life what sad things have occurred !
She had only been bought, so Nursy declares,
Just two or three days when Jane dropped her
down stairs,
And no pressure, before she was purchased a week,
On her dear little chest could induce her to squeak ;
Then one of her eyes-those which open and close,
Fell out of her head, and her sweet little nose
When I held the poor thing, on a cold winter's day,
Too close to the fire, went and melted away;
Then her arms at the elbows and shoulders got

To try to patch up Dolly was all of no use;
Her china legs cracked when she fell on the floor,
And I couldn't, of course, take her out any more.
Her stitches grew loose, and her bran all came out,
In such a condition, who could take her out?
So Uncle John said, as I'd been a good girl,
He'd bring me a new one whose ringlets should.
All round her wax shoulders-whose raven-black
Should close in sound sleep or wake up in surprise.
Well, he bought it, and brought it, and told me to
All possible care of the doll for his sake;
And that poor broken dolly, at least so they say,
Must be thrown, now a new one was bought me,
Do you think I would part with my darling like that
For one with black eyes, a wool muff, and new hat ?
I hope amongst girls of my age there are few
Who'd discard an old doll to take up with a new.
So I've wrapped her up snugly and sewn her up tight,
Already the change is remarkable quite;
I've put in her eye with the strongest of glue,
And she really is nearly as good as when new;
And the other I've carefully put in a drawer
To use when I can't play with this any more;
For she can't live for ever-perhaps she'll have fits,
Or sawdusty shivers, and tumble to bits.
Well, then-not till then shall I play with the new ;.
No-I'll give all my love, dear old Dolly, to you.
I. M.

S N our conservatory there is a foun-
i tain, and round about it is
h.l V rockwork with ferns. Some-
-- time ago we had a tame frog
'there; he made his home
>('i among the cool green ferns,
and used to hide behind them.;
but when we called "Jack, Jack," he would come
out, and if we held anything out to him on the end
of a little stick he would open such a big mouth
and snap; the fly or spider was gone in a minute.
In the basin of this fountain we also kept some
fish; they were very tame, and we used to feed
them with crumbs of bread. Sometimes we would
hold a little piece on the tip of bur fingers, and the
fish would swim up and gently take it-off.


By) :,.'e 'ev. Theodore Johnson, Diocesan Inspector
of Schools, Rochester.
The Dying Child.-In a city of Galilee there
lived a ruler of the Jews named Jairus, who had
ore little daughter whom he greatly loved. At the
age of twelve )ears the child fell ill, and her sick-
ness increased until she was at the point of death.
Seeking Jesus.-Now the father and mother of
the little maid had often heard of the good works
done by the great Teacher, Jesus, and they
wondered whether He would come and heal their
little one. For a time they were in great trouble
until Jairus made up his mind to seek for Jesus,
and beg of Him to come and heal their dying
child. So he left home for this purpose, and glad
indeed was the good father to find Jesus with a
crowd of people gathered round Him, while He
was teaching them near the Sea of Galilee. At
once Jairus hasted to where Jesus was standing,
and he fell at His feet and begged of Jesus to help
him, saying, "My little daughter lieth at the
point of death: I pray Thee, come and lay Thy
hands on her, that she may be healed; and she
shall live."
Trouble not the Master.-When Jesus
heard the poor father's story, and saw how greatly
troubled he was about his little daughter, He went
with him, and many people followed them to see
what might be done. As they went along, a poor
woman in the crowd drew near and touched the
hem of His garment that she might be healed, for
she had been very ill for twelve years. Jesus
comforted her and granted her wish. This little
delay may have made Jairus doubly anxious, for
just at this time a sad message was brought to
him by his servants: "Thy daughter is dead:
why troublest thou the Master any further ?" Then
Jesus answered, Fear not, Jairus, only believe."
The House of Mourning.-These words
cheered the poor father in his trouble, and he
believed that Jesus would help him. At length the
house of mourning was reached, and Jesus suffered
no man to follow Him therein except three of His
disciples, Peter, James, and John, and the father
of the little maid. As they entered the house
they saw the hired mourners, weeping and making
signs of great sorrow because the child was dead.
It was indeed a house of mourning to all, for the
custom of the people was to call in their friends to
mourn with them at the death of any relative.

Not Dead, but Sleepeth.-When Jesus saw
the hired mourners crying out, He rebuked them,
saying, "Why make ye this ado, and weep? the
damsel is not dead, but sleepeth." These words
sounded very strange to the mourners, for they
understood not as yet that Jesus was able to call
the maiden from the sleep of death, so they
laughed Him to scorn.
Damsel, Arise.-Then Jesus put them all out
of the house, and taking the father and mother of
the maiden, with His three disciples, He went into
the quiet chamber of death, where the little girl
was lying, and He took her by the hand, and said,
Damsel, I say unto thee, arise." This was a
command, and straightway the little daughter of
Jairus arose from her bed, and walked. We know
from this that she was not only raised to life
again by Jesus, but that He had also restored her
to perfect health. No doubt the parents wondered
greatly at the power of Jesus, but they must have
been filled with joy and gratitude to find their little
one restored to them. Jesus now left the house
with His disciples, but He gave a command that
no man should know of the miracle.

i HLr Saviour loves His little ones,
.Q He watches o'er them too,
And with His eyes, so kind and pure,
He sees all that they do.
But if they love Him and obey,
Then they need never fear
To lift their eyes to meet the Lord's,
And be His children dear.
M. B. M.

H why is Baby so still, mother ?
Oh why does she lie so still 2
With her limbs so rigid and features set,
With her little hands so cold-and yet
You tell me she is not ill.
And what is that pretty box, mother?-
So gay with silver and blue,
With its nails, and handles, and gaudy sheen,
Her cradle is not so pretty I ween,
Nor of so bright a hue.
Oh! I've heard that people die, mother !
Oh why do you weep and sigh ?
Tho' grown-up people lose their breath,
And men and women sink in death,
Do little babies die? R. H. L.


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9AISY, May, and James are ve-ry fond of their big dog
No-ble; he is so gen-tle and pa-tient when they play
with him. He goes out with them when they run in the-
fields, and Pa-pa and Mam-ma think it quite safe to trust
the chil-dren to his care a-bout the home farm and park.
One day they were run-ning through the fields and May
got near-er to the mill stream than was safe-she was too-
young to know her dan-ger-and be-fore James could catch
her she had fal-len into the stream which was run-ning
fast. Of course the chil-dren scream-ed, and some farm
la-bour-ers came run-ning, but they would have been too.
late to save dear lit-tle May had not brave old No-ble-
sprung in-to the wa-ter and seiz-ed May by the front of her
frock, bring-ing her to the bank, where James help-ed him.
to get her on to dry land. You may be quite sure that
No-ble was lov-ed and pet-ted more than ev-er after sav-ing
his lit-tle play-mate from drown-ing. YADE.

N Bright-on sands
; An old man stands,
'With toys in his hands
_,- A pen-ny a-piece.
Come, look at his tray,
And I'm sure you will say,
What a charm-ing ar-ray
A pen-ny a-piece.

Dogs, rab-bits, and cats,
Such pret-ty dolls' hats,
And lit-tie grey rats,
A pen-ny a-piece. H s.


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AM going to tell you a story about two little
friends of mine, named Dorothy and Peggie,
-' who live in London. They were so guod
,that their mother took them to the sea-side for a
*treat; and there you see them in the picture,
..enjoying themselves on the sands, with the sea-
gulls flying overhead. One day they had a bathe
,in the sea which pleased them very much; Nurse
had made them little bathing dresses. After their
bathe they went to the rocks and hunted for limpets,
.and found a star-fish, which they lifted on one of their
spades into their pail, and their mother let them
keep it in a tub of salt water for two days, and then
they took it back to the sea again. They often used
,to watch the fishermen dragging their nets full of fish
,-to shore, and sometimes they picked up the little
,fish that fell through the net and were left jumping
.about on the beach. Dorothy had the little pail in
which they put the crabs and shrimps they caught;
Peg wanted to have the shrimps for tea, but their
'mother said they were too small.
At last this delightful visit came to an end, and
they went home in the train, taking with them lots
,of shells and sea-weed for a little boy they knew.

LITTLE glass aquarium
Stood open to the air;
.And many a shining little fish
Was fed and tended there.

tIere lived a lively little newt,
Who frolicked all the day,
.And lay down every night, and slept
Till darkness passed away.
'.Here also lived a cross old crab,
Who crouched inside a hole,
.-And who, when looking on that newt,
His greedy eyes would roll.
'For he had said that some fine day,
When Master Newt was fat,
-Ie'd make a meal of him, although
His usual food was gnat.
.And so, one day when Master Newt
Was practising a dive,
.He seized upon, and ate him up
All kicking and alive.

As usual, some one came next day
To see if all was well,
But oh, the sight that met her eyes
I hardly like to tell!
The crab lay on his shelly back,
Quite stiff and cold and dead;
Convulsions, caused by eating newt,
Had killed him, so they said.
E. J. P. L.
HIS is a true story about a deer
which, when I was in India, I had

India is a very large country,
and it is a long way to dear old
.' England. My deer, whose
name was Nelly," came from a
jungle, or forest. Her pretty skin was fawn-coloured,
with spots. She was rather a large pet, but she was
very gentle, and had no horns. She would amuse
herself by eating all sorts of funny things, such as
paper, string, and bits of stick, and was very fond
of a grain which the horses in India eat (as there
are no nice oats), called gram. She would eat out
of my hand, and knew quite well when feeding-
time came. One evening I went to the place
where Nelly" was kept, and let her out for a
walk. She walked about the garden with me, and
I patted her soft pretty neck, and was glad I had
such a nice pet. After a little time Nelly" left
the garden, and began to trot up the road. I
called, Nelly, come back," as loudly as I could,
many times, but she would not turn back, but
galloped away faster than ever. I was afraid that
some dogs would see and hunt her, though I do
not think they could have caught her, for she went
so very fast. When she had had a good run I
went to meet her, saying to myself, I know what
will bring my Nelly back." What do you think it
was? Some gram which I told you she liked so
much. As she was too far off to see the gram, I
put it into a deep tin plate, from which she used to
eat her food, and began to shake it about, so that
it made a noise. As soon as she heard the rattling
she stopped, looked round, then began to trot
towards me. I let her see the gram, then turned
homewards, she following closely, and she did not
leave me again, so I put her in her stable, and
gave her the gram. Always after that when she
used to run off I enticed her back by shaking the
gram in the tin. Was it not a good plan ?



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Bridges and Boats.
A board of five dozen squares, six wide and ten long, is required to play the game. Strictly
speaking, the divisions are rather oblong than square. There are twelve men and twenty-four boats.
The board is laid in the manner observed in Diagram i. The boats are supposed to be at their
moorings, and the men on the bank. The row occupied by the men is called the bank."

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-.-The boats can be moved over any number of squares, straightforward,
but they cannot be moved backwards.
2.-When a man is stationed on a boat, he cannot be removed from it.
3.-A man can be moved on to, or over a boat, at the player's pleasure.


sideways, or on the slant;

4.-A man may pass over, or move into an enemy's boat; but he is in danger of being scouted,
which is done in this way: that if the boat comes next to a square occupied by one of the enemy's men,
the man can move over the boat and take away the interloper.
5.-Taking may be done on the same plan as moving: either straightforward, sideways, or on the
6.-When a man.and boat reach his enemy's moorings, they are immediately removed from the
7.-When a man has been removed from an enemy's boat, he is replaced on his own bank, to
recommence action.
8.-When all a player's men and boats have reached the enemy's moorings, and been removed from
the board, he has won the game.
Diagram 2 represents the opening of the game. On the white side a boat is moved from I to 2.
In the next move 2 to 2. Then the man at the left-hand corner is moved into boat z.
On the black side, i is moved from its place on the slant. Then 2 is moved to 2. The next
move will be from the left-hand corner man, who will jump into the boat 2, moving straight over the
two boats moored before him. Of course the moves of black and white are alternate. In diagram 2,
the crosses represent the men, and the rounds the boats.
Diagram 3 illustrates one method of taking. Supposing fig. 2 to be a black man in possession of a
white boat, and fig. i a white man in a white boat, and fig. 3 an empty black boat; fig. I passes over
fig. 2 into black boat fig. 3, removing the man (fig. 2) from the boat.
Moves can also be made by a man in a square, to a square opposite, to remove an enemy from the
possession of a boat, as mentioned in Rule 4. Any one can easily rule a board for this game, on a
*sheet of cartridge paper, with pen and ink. Then gum the paper on stout millboard.
The boats can be cut from three pieces of cardboard, gummed together, and ordinary counters may
,be used for the men; the counters and boats must be of the same colours, red and white, or black.

By Milne Hey, B.A.
THE copy given you for your drawing lesson is a sketch of Stoke-under-Ham Church, in Somerset.
Now, before taking up your pencil, take a good look at the copy; observe the slope and position of
each line, and compare
their lengths. After that
take your pencil, and, with
a nice point to it, begin
to lightly draw your out-
.. line. You will find the
iA 2 middle line of the tower
| ~ the easiest part to begin
I,? ?! with, and after having
S-- ?il -drawn the tower, go on with
S -- the body of the church.
----'-- Draw in straight lines, and
S- -'" afterwards rub out the
,* N I i ' spaces for the battlements;
S. -- then draw these and the
^ \ I[I "-- windows in.
7 L C' i~- I After having succeeded
.. ; .. in making a correct draw-
: ing the same size as the
copy, try and make one
three or four times as
By Signora Toselli.

A BrOWN mouse, who lived in a hole under the
kitchen stove in a large house in the country, had
four little baby mice, and they were very good, and
gave her no trouble while they kept snug and warm
in the nice soft nest that their mother had made
for them; but after a time they wanted to run
about, and they would creep out of the hole and
hunt for pieces of bread and crumbs of cake all
round the fender. Their mother had often told
them not to go out without her, or to eat anything
without asking her first.
One day all four of the little mice sat in the
nest, their little noses just peeping over the top,
waiting for their mother to come home, when
numbers of their little friends came scampering by,
and cried out, "Come along! come along! we
know where there is a grand feast, and are going
to eat as much as we like. Oh! such good things !
cake, and cheese, and butter, and no end of good
things. Come quick, or you will be too late, we
shall eat it all!" and away they all scampered.
The four little mice in the nest looked at each
other, and Downy said, "Don't go, mother said
we must ask her first."
"I wish she would come home," said Nimble,
"I am so hungry."
Mother will bring us something good when she
comes," said Sip.

The other mouse, whose name was Skurry, got
half way out of the nest, and looking round at his
three little brothers, said, "I will just go and see
what they are eating, and if it is nice will bring some
home and ask mother if we may eat it."
And away he went, and ran as fast as he could to
the large room behind the kitchen. What a number
of mice were there! some eating as though they
were starving, while two or three were lying on
their backs with their eyes shut.
Well," said Skurry to himself, they are greedy
mice; they have eaten too much, and are ill. Serve
them right. I will just take a taste, and carry a
piece home to mother."
So he ran up to a great lump of something sweet
that the other mice had left, and found it so good
that he ate as much and as fast as he could, till at
last he felt a sharp pain, so he picked up a piece in
his mouth to carry home, and scampered off.
When he got there he saw his mother and three
little brothers enjoying a feast that she had brought
them. He tried to get into the nest, but could not,
He just gave a squeak, and fell ot his back and
Ah said his mother; "poor little Skurry is
dead. He thought he knew best; but you see what
has happened. That is the reward of disobedience."

By James Fahey, Member of the Institute of Painters in Watet Colours.

f IONES. Still lines Yes, I hope so, Ethel.
l You did not learn your letters in one lesson,
G-' or you would not have called them nasty
letters." You now know the meaning of the words
Hor-i-zon-tal, Ver-ti-cal, Pa-ral-lel, and Di-ag-onal
Now let us say a little about ANGLES. When
two lines meet, the opening between them is called
a plane angle. Now you know lines in this
direction are called horizontal lines,
in this way vertical; the angle between ..
them is a right angle; more about that by- '
If the opening between the two lines is less than
a right angle, it is called an ACUTE angle, if greater
it is called an OBTUSE
-. angle.

Figures of three sides are called TRIANGLES, and'
are known mostly by the
following names. When all
the sides are equal, it is said to
be an EQUILATERAL triangle.
(The angles are also equal.)
When two sides only are
equal it is called an
ISOSCELES triangle. When all three sides are
unequal it is known by the name

Good-bye, Ethel, till

By Signora Toselli.

O you all know that the Earth we live on is a
very large globe or ball, and that the land
and water on it have different names to know
them by ? Well, it is so, and the four pieces of
land on one side of the Earth are called Europe, Asia,
Africa, and Australia; you must ask mamma to show
you which they are.
The little children in the picture are playing at
GEOGRAPHY, and when you have learned the way you
can play too.
Little Nellie at ite top says, I will be Europe ;"
Bertie is Africa, Fanny is Asia, and little Jack is
First the little ones put a large hoop on the floor-
that means the round Earth ; then they place Papa's
walking-stick across the middle-that means the
Equator, and the two ends of it are East and West.
Now they know that above the Equator is North and
below it is South.
Now the game begins. They seat themselves on
the floor just where the land they have chosen is to be
seen on a map.
Then Nellie says, I am Europe. In my country
there are pretty houses and gardens, and long railway
trains; birds that sing sweetly, and kind people with
white skins; and such pretty books for little children."
Bertie tells about Africa. He says that people with
dark or black skins live there, that they ride on camels
when they cross the hot sandy desert, and it is from
there we get the nice sweet dates.
,Fanny says, In this land, Asia, there are great
tigers and snakes, and the nice tea we drink comes

from here; and it was here that JESUS CHRIST lived.
and died for us all."
Now, what will little Jack send us from Australia,
I wonder?
He says he will send us some beautiful sheep's wool
and a great kangaroo.
Now, little ones, play a game of GEOGRAPHY, and
see if you cannot tell more than Nellie, Fanny, Bertie,
and Jack.

By W. Walker Hodgson

YOUR lesson this month makes a very pretty little picture, I think. The two cats, Topsy and
Toby, are asleep, and probably dreaming, as children sometimes do. You see Mr. Mouse has
-Cjme out of his hole and is not at all afraid. But does he know into whose company he has fallen ? I
,i. should think not, or he would soon be in his hole again.
'. 'Let us hope, however, that Topsy and Toby will
*\"'-'".. :''- '\"' sleep and dream a long time, so that mousie will
4"* ,not be disturbed.
1 \ 1 IfI Commence your copy of this drawing at the line
\'\ ', nearest the top of the square. You will notice it is
'. done by many little strokes to indicate hair, although
W'. ., at first you had better draw an unbroken line. Then
"-a do the line showing the back of Topsy, who is
nearest you, after which you can add the ears of both
S-r ... cats, taking great care that their positions are accu-
rate. You will then be ready to put in their faces
and the hassock upon which they are sleeping. Do not
Forget to finish your drawing by adding mousie. He
_- .will be quite safe where he is unless Topsy and
-..------ Toby should open their eyes.

By Signora Toselli.

CHILDREN should always be kind to animals,
they are all useful to us in some way. Horses are
useful for drawing carts and carriages and to ride;
birds are useful in many ways-little birds feed on
insects, and by eating a great many, prevent them
,from eating up all the fruit and flowers.
Sheep are useful, too. We get the wool off their
backs to make warm woollen cloths, rugs, carpets,
and many other things. You all know how useful
cows are, for you have all tasted milk and butter;
but the animal I am going to tell you about is the
There is a dog called the sheepdog, and if he
is well taught he becomes very clever. I do not
know what a shepherd would do without one, for
he helps to keep the sheep together, and if one is
lost will often go and seek for it and bring it back
again. .
Another dog is called a Newfoundland. These
dogs have been known to save children and even
big people from drowning, for they are good
swimmers and are very fond of the water.
The Mount St. Bernard dog is another very
useful animal. They are taught to seek for
travellers who lose themselves in the snow while
crossing over the mountains. These are big strong
I am going to tell you a story about one of these.

A little girl, named Rosie, had a large St. Ber-
nard dog called Lion, who was very fond of her.
She lived in the country, and often went for a
walk in fine weather with Lion.
SOne day she was out with him, and when she
came to a wood she went in to gather some bright
flowers. It was late in the afternoon, and Lion
tried to make the little girl understand that she
ought not to go; but she ran farther and farther
into the wood as she caught sight of the pretty
bright flowers.
Lion pulled her dress, barked at her, then ran a
little way towards home; but Rosie would not
follow him, so he went with her.
It got darker and darker in the wood, but she
was afraid to turn back, so she took hold of Lion's
collar, and at last came out on the other side of
the wood, where Rosie's grandmother lived. The
old lady was very much surprised to see the little
girl, and still more so to find only Lion with her,
and he ran off as soon as he saw Rosie safe with
her grannie. Where do you think he had gone?
Why, to fetch Rosie's father. He ran off home as
fast as he could and soon came back with her
father, who was very frightened when he saw the
dog come home without the little girl, so he followed
Lion. and soon found his little girl at her grand-


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c OVERHEARD a little boy named Ar
to his dog, whose name was Mo:
'- is what he said:--
ar. I say, Monk, my Mamma says tha
things are put into the dark group
them grow; that there God make
up. Do you understand, Monk?
.2. "And my nurse says when she brush
that if it only growed into booful
a fine-looking boy, I should.
3. "Now I'm going to just cut off r
Mamma's big scissors-
4. "And then I'm going to plant it in
going to dig a hole in the dark
Mamma does, and poke it in, and
like she does the seeds, for God t
it grow into booful curls.
.;. "And then you see, Monk, some d
all growed, just so, I shall, for nu
be a fine-looking boy then."

A LITTLE lady bright and gay
Was playing in the park
And in the shade, beneath a tre
Sat nurse with baby on her kne
A little maiden all forlorn
Was peeping through the prickl
And as she watched the merry
The lady's hat was blown away.
'Twas caught before it reached
And given back to her unhurt;
"Nurse," said the child, "now
That beggar girl was kind to me
My dear," said Nurse, "that kin
Has taught you what you should
You always should to others do
What you would wish they'd do

SWILI tell you a story of a little
Charlie and his pet Carlo. C
'- large dog, and little Charlie usec
rto have a ride round the room on his

A, He was very fond of his dog, and as he had no
OUT. brothers or sisters these two were constant play-
thur talking One day when nurse went out into the meadow
nk, and this with little Charlie, Carlo went too, and he ran
round and round the place under the trees, and
at seeds and barked with joy, and looked at nurse and Charlie
nd to make as much as to say, You can't catch me now."
s them grow They were all very happy in the bright, warm
sunshine. Nurse got out her sewing and began to
hes my hair work, and Charlie was busy gathering daisies to
curls I'd be make a daisy chain for Carlo.
After bounding about the meadow for some
my hair with time, Carlo thought he would like to go farther, so
he jumped over a ditch and soon disappeared.
the garden, About an hour later he came back limping
ground, like very badly. He went up to nurse and Charlie,
pat it down and looked as if he said, I am hurt, can't you help
Sj m me ? Nurse tried to look at his paw, but as soon
o just make
as she touched it, the poor dog howled; at last
Sshe said, "You must go to the doctor, Carlo, and
Ss let him see your paw." Yes," repeated Charlie,
S you must go to the doctor."

A. M. D. Very soon they all went back to the house;
and while nurse was busy talking to her mistress
Charlie went out, followed by Carlo, and found his
way to the doctor's house. The doctor only lived
three doors away, and knew Charlie and his papa
one day; and mamma very well; he was at the door, just
e, going out when his little friend arrived.
e." Well, my little man, how are you to-day,
and where's nurse ?" Oh please, doctor, I've
brought Carlo. See, he has a sore foot; and he
y thorn, won't let any one touch it. Nurse said he must
play see the doctor, so I brought him." The good
doctor laughed and took them both into the
the dirt, surgery. Then he got some hot water and bathed
the dog's foot; after that he looked at it very
did you see carefully, and saw a long thorn, which had gone
e." deep into the poor thing's paw. The doctor now
took a pair of pincers, caught hold of the thorn,
dness shown and pulled it out. Poor Carlo howled with pain ;
have known, and Charlie cried and put his arms round his pet
to comfort him; but all this did not last long
to you." and after the doctor had again washed the dog's
H. S. paw, and put a little oil on it, he was able to wilk
about without much pain. Then he patted Carlo,
and the grateful dog licked his hand. It was his
way of saying "Thank you."
boy named The doctor gave them each a biscuit, and Charlie
arlo was a and his dog went home again. Nurse and mamma
I sometimes were glad to see them, for they were just getting
back. very anxious at their absence. C. E. E.


By the Rev. Theodore Johnson, Diocesan Inspector
of Schoos, Rochester.
The Children's King.-Jesus has been often
called the Children's King, and this is a beautiful
title and one which the Saviour loves to hear; for
you may remember how much He took notice of
little children while living among them on earth.
Again, it had been foretold by the great prophet
Isaiahl in the words, "He shall gather the lambs
with His arm, and carry them in His bosom," how
much love and care should be given to the little
ones by the blessed Saviour. How happy we
should all be to think that we have such a loving
Shepherd to guide and comfort us, for we are His
lambs, children of His kingdom, therefore we must
follow where He leads us, and always obey His
Brought to Jesus.-What a glad sight it
must have been to have seen those Jewish mothers
bringing their little ones to Jesus, that He should
bless them. The little children would always find
a welcome with Jesus, there would always be a
bright smile and a loving caress for each little one
who came near to the Saviour. This the mothers
knew so well, and no wonder then that they sought
His blessing for their children.
Rebuked by the Disciples.-But great was
their disappointment when they found that the
disciples rebuked them for troubling their Master in
this way. Perhaps the disciples may have thought
that Jesus was tired, or that He had more important
wo"k to do, and so they wished to spare Him from
the visits of the little ones. This was not so, for
when Jesus saw it He was much displeased with
His disciples, and said unto them, "Suffer the
little children to come unto Me, and forbid them
not: for of such is the kingdom of heaven."
He took them up in His arms.-Now Jesus
saw here a good way of teaching His disciples the
lesson of innocence and purity, so he added,
"Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not
receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he
shall not enter therein." Here Jesus declared His
great love for innocent children, and He did more;
for He took them up in His arms, put His hands
upon them, and blessed them."
Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.-
Once again, we read of Jesus calling a little child
unto Him, and having set him in the midst, He
taught His disciples that they must receive such
little ones in His name, and that they must be

humble and pure and innocent as little children to,
enter into the kingdom of heaven. Then the
Saviour warned them not to despise one of these
little ones; for He added, "In heaven their angels.
do always behold the face of My Father which is
in heaven."
Let us learn then each day to go to Jesus in
prayer, and to tell our wants to Him; let us daily
seek Him that He may bless us as His own dear
little ones, that we may become obedient, loving,.
and holy children of His kingdom.

.S HE came with the summer flowers
When the world was bright and gay,
And our hearts were filled with gladness
On that happy summer day.
There was never a baby like her,
With her beautiful bright blue eyes,.
That looked in our happy faces
With serious mute surprise.
We crept on tiptoes to see her,
Jem, and Bobbie, and I,
And we smiled as we told each other,.
She will play with us by-and-by."
For we had had no sister
Till this little baby came,
And mother said her brown-haired boys
Should choose our darling's name.
So we sat round the pink-lined cradle
And talked quite seriously ;
And we thought that "Lily" would be th-
For she was so fair, you see.
But when the winter snowflakes
Blew over the bleak hillside,
Our little baby sister,
Our Lily, drooped and died.
But mother says we must not cry,
For she is robed in white,
And walks among the angels
In a place of rest and light.
And mother says our baby
Was only to us given,
That she might be the golden cord
To draw us all to Heaven.


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TOOK at me! On-ly the re-mains of a poor Dutch doll.
A Nev-er ve-ry hand-some, I was once much bet-ter
look-ing than I am now; for I had ro-sy cheeks, two eyes,
and arms and legs as stiff and straight as those of a-ny
oth-er doll. I was bought in a Lon-don shop, tak-en in-to
the coun-try, and then in-to a field where hay-mak-ing was
go-ing on; there, a lit-tle girl ran up to meet us, shout-ing,
"Un-cle! Un-cle! What have you brought for me?"
He put me in-to her arms. She tore off the pa-per in such
haste that my face was scratch-ed; she next danc-ed round
and round, un-til she fell in-to a heap of hay, but I was
thrown with such force a-gainst a stone that my nose was
chip-ped off, then she kiss-ed and cri-ed ov-er me till my
face was stic-ky, and dri-ed it with her pin-a-fore; at this I
be-came pale; she threw me down, and ran off to play,
and-here I am O. A.K.
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Birds nev-er fought so.
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Did qui-et-ly rest,
While moth-er brought home
The food that was best.
And quar-rel-some rooks,
Then mind-ed their books,
But nev-er for-got
Their man-ners and looks.
If you fight so now
You'll soon break the bough;
Do, pray, be at rest
And keep the peace now! M. B. M.


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HERE lived in the country a little girl called
T Nelly, whose father had a very sagacious
Sdog, as you will see; but I must first tell
you about Nelly.
One night Nelly dreamt that she was sitting in
the hollow of an old tree in a wood that was close
to her home. Old trees become hollow, you know,
from age and decay at the roots, and the hollows
look as if they had been made purposely, and you
can fancy you are going through a quaint little
doorway into a strange house if you stand in the
opening. Well, Nelly dreamt she was sitting at
the entrance of a hollow tree; and. there came
fluttering over, before, and around her, six little
fairies, playing with her hair, patting her cheeks,
and humming most delicious music in her ears.
They were dressed in long white robes, had beau-
tiful golden hair, and wings with all the colours of
the rainbow gleaming on them. She was watching
them with delight when, oh dear she saw rising
out of the ground four little frogs, with skins
glittering like glass and each of a different
colour ; their eyes shone like diamonds, and each
saluted her with a grave military salute with its
right foot; they then arranged themselves in a half-
circle before her and began to sing most sweetly.
Nelly says she shall never forget the beautiful
music of her dream, from which she awoke to find
herself in her own little bed.
The next day when Nelly left school she thought
she would go into the wood and find the hollow
tree of her dream, so she took her dolly and started
off. She searched in vain; after a while she was
very tired, and then found that she had also lost
her way, so she sat down and cried bitterly.
Now you will see how clever good old Hector,
the dog, was. When Nelly's father found she did
not come home from school, he sent Hector to
find her ; and find her he did after a good search,
for Nelly had wandered about a mile into the
wood. Hector guided her home quite safely.
Now little people may dream as much as they
please about fairies and frogs, but they must not
go to look for them anywhere except in story
books; for they will never find the fairies, and the
frogs generally live in such damp and dismal places
that little girls and boys may get lost in searching
for them, and possibly there may not be a good
dog like Hector to find and bring them home.

," tuff, puff!" said the train, it is time to start,
2- So say your 'Good-byes' and let us depart.
I'm off, I'm off," and he shrieked with glee,
"Where is the horse that can gallop with me?
Be the weather rough, or the weather fair,
Be it day-time or night, I do not care.
Through the darkness flashes my fiery eye,
And my flag of smoke floats gaily on high.
I merrily whirl by the sparkling sea
And the tunnels gloom has no lear for me.
And whether the journey be short or long,
I am tireless, fearless, willing and strong."
0. A. K.

HAT a treat this was for little Rose to go to
grandmamma's; she did not go there
often, because it was a long way in the
country; but to-day mamma had promised her she
s would go, because she had kept her copy-books
fee from blots, and had learnt her lessons well.
How she longed to start! Nurse was getting her
little hat and jacket out of the cupboard; and she
fairly danced with glee, for there were so many
things to be seen at grandmanmma's: there were the
cows in the meadow, and the sheep, and little
brown and white chickens running about the yard ;
and besides these, there was the green parrot who
could say, "Now, Miss Rose, come and kiss Poll,"
but Rose never could go quite close to Polly;
she liked to make friends with her at a distance,
for Polly had a way of turning her eye up slily,
and Rose felt she might bite her ; but still she
liked to look at Polly and hear her talk, it did
sound so funny to hear her say to grandmamma's
cook, Mary, what's the time ?" And then calling
herself Poor Polly," or whistling after the cats ,
then calling, Pretty puss, talk to Polly," or,
" Polly wants sop."
Rose thinks Polly such a clever bird, and wonders
who could have taught her to say so many words;
and if it were not for Polly's beak, which Rose
always fears, she would like to have her for a play-
mate, and share her own little room. She feels sure
she could be very happy with Polly to talk to on
wet days, when she could not go out with nurse,
and was tired of playing with her toys; but Polly
must stay with grandmamma, because she can be
kept in the cage where she cannot hurt anybody
or fly away. L C.


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T was such a hot afternoon, everything except
the bees, and Bertie and Mary, looked
asleep. The children had a holiday, so were more
wide awake than ever; and as for the bees-
From the tall lily flowers they flew in and out,
And never were tired of fluttering about ;
So busy," they seemed to say with a whirr,
We are making honey for market, sir,"
Bertie told his sister they were working yellow
flower dust into wax, to build their cells, or little
cupboards, where they keep the honey for winter.
Father says, though they are so small, they make
honey for all the world, and little children when
they are good are honey-makers too, though they
don't know it.
Standing in the sunshine, the children grew warm
and thirsty, so they sat on the grass looking for sorrel
leaves. Bertiecalled it "splendid stuff." Marythought
it rather sour. She did not tell her brother that,
because he found it for her. Just then they heard
something that made them both run to the gate:-
"Cherries, ripe cherries, fourpence a pound,
The finest and best in the country around."
Poor Mrs. Brown on the hot dusty road,
Finds her great basket too heavv a load ;
"Gooseberries, gooseberries, threepence a quart."
The boys and the girls jump with joy at the thought;
Their cheeks and their eyes, growing rounder and brighter,
They'll soon make that basket a pound or two lighter.
Mother came to the gate to see what was for sale;
and Jane, the maid, brought with her a dish. Five
bright shillings were counted out of mother's purse,
and a mountain of cherries rolled into the big
dish. Mrs. Brown was glad to empty her basket
at once, and at her own price, so she thanked the
lady many times as she went away. Then mother
and Jane returned to the house, carrying all the
cherries with them. The children were not selfish,
but the fruit looked so red, and they were so
thirsty, no wonder they were disappointed at this.
"Come," said Bertie, "let us make daisy
chains." Presently they saw Jane coming with a
basketful of the finest cherries. She made them
sit on the grass and gave them each a large hand-
ful of the ripe fruit, as much as was good for them
to eat, telling them not to swallow the stones.
Two beautiful bunches she hung on Mary's ears,
saying the Queen's golden drops were not so fine.
Bertie mounted some also, but Jane said such
things were lor girls. Boys shotild only wear
medals they have won. Wait till I am a man,"
cried Bertie; I'll fight for you and Mary, and get

a medal; girls can't fight, they are so weak, and
they're afraid." Just then a dog jumped over the
wall, close to the little boy, making him start and
turn pale. He tried not to look frightened, and
Jane was too kind to laugh at him, but began to
teach them a pretty song to sing to their father
when he came home in the evening:-

., =- OLDEN drol s may brightly shine,
But golden drops may stolen be.
This is what my lady said:
S" Golden drops are a trouble to me;
Ig) They are dear to buy, and a care to keep;
Dear to buy, and heavy to wear,"
So sang this lady gay. Oh, well a-day;
Cherries white, and cherries red,"
This is what the children say :
i ou may gather them from the tree
On a hot summer day;
They are good for thirsty lips,
Cherries white, and cherries red
They are sweet as they are lair,
They hang lightly on the ear.
Never make an aching head,"
This is what the children say
On a summer's day. I-loNORIA MAN.:-ING;.

"'T HO killed Cock Robin?" my picture-book
S said.
But oh i Cock Robin, he cannot be dead,
For I heard him sing in- the lilac-tree,
"Tweetery, tweetery, tweetery, twee,
The Sparrow's sharp arrow hasn't killed me.
And great Mister Bull hasn't tolled my bell,
For I and my wife are perfectly well;
And if you'll search at the root of the tree-
Tweetery, tweetery, tweetery, twee-
You'll find our nest and little ones three.
They ought to be five, but, alas there came
Some naughty schoolboys hard up for a game;
And two darling sweet eggs they took from me
And my wife-tweetery, tweetery, twee-
And saddened my song that was full of glee.
Yet my grave isn't dug, though your book said so;
I was 'most buried in last winter's snow.
And when I was weak you were kind to me-
Tweetery, tweetery, tweetery, twee-
So I'll sing to you, my little girlie."
And then the little girl prettily said,
"No one shall hurt you, my Robinie red;
I'll keep all the boys from the lilac-tree;
I'll bring you some crumbs for your babies three,
For I like your song of 'tweetery, twee.' "
R. C. C.


By the Rev. Theodore Johnson, Diocesan Inspector
of Schools, Rochester.
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HEN our blessed Lord was living on earth
among men He often used the common
scenes and habits of life to teach the
people about His Father's great love for them, and
how they were to try each day and do some special
work for Him in return. So Jesus often told little
stories to make them think about His kingdom and
work, for this way of speaking was, and is now,
very common in the East. These simple stories
we call parables, from an old Greek word which
means to "throw beside; thus the earthly scene
was placed by Jesus before the people in simple
words, in order to make them understand all about
Ce heavenly meaning. This was a beautiful way of
teaching, for surely "never man spake as this Man."
The Sower went out.-One day as Jesus
was sitting by the side of the Galilean lake, He saw
a great company of people drawing near. Some
had travelled from a long distance to hear the Great
Teacher; some had left their daily toil to listen to
His words; and all may have hoped to see Him do
a great miracle, for among the crowd were some
who were blind, or lame, or dumb, while one or
two sick persons had been brought by their friends
to be healed by His word or touch. When they
had come near, Jesus went into one of the fisher-
men's little sailing boats, and sat down to teach
the people who stood to listen on the shore.
As Jesus was thus seated in the boat with His
face turned towards the land, He caught sight
of a sower as he went forth to sow his seed in the
fields which sloped down to the shores of the lake.
Here was the moment for the Great Teacher to
give them the lesson of God's seed (His Holy
Word) falling into their hearts and springing up,
fruitful or otherwise, according as they received
it, and had made preparation for its growth.
On the way-side.-Now an Eastern field is
very unlike our corn-fields in this country. In the
first place there are no hedges to separate one field
from another, but only a narrow pathway, beaten
down hard by tbe many feet that pass along to
work there. This path is called the way-side;
and it generally surrounds the plot of ground
called the field. As the sower passed on from
side to side some seed fell on the hard-beaten
track, and a flight of birds followed ready to
devour it as it lay open upon the pathway.

Stony ground.-Again might be seen pieces
of rock standing up in certain parts of the field
which the farmer had not troubled to dig out.
Some of these were only just covered with soil, so
that when the seed fell upon this stony ground it
sprang up for a time but soon withered away from
want of moisture. The burning sun scorched its
roots and it died.
Thorns.-Here and there appeared stunted
thorny bushes, also left to grow in the field, and as
the sower scattered the seed, some fell among
them. For a time it seemed to grow well, but the
thorns were also growing with it, and being so
much stronger than the slender corn-stems, they
grew on and on until the grain was choked. This
also withered away and died.
The Harvest.-But other seed fell into good
ground prepared to receive it. No birds could
reach it for it was deeply hidden in the soil; no
sun could scorch it, for it was watered by the rain
and dews of heaven; no thorns were near to choke
it, and so the good seed grew on, and in the time
of harvest brought forth fruit, some an hundred-
fold, some sixty-fold, some thirty-fold.

LORD, preserve me through the night,
And grant that in the morning bright
I may awake determined quite,
To do whatever is good and right.
Keep me, I pray Thee, from all harm,
May no bad dreams my mind alarm,
And thankfulness for Thy strong Arm,
Spread o'er my slumbers a sweet charm.
And now on pillow soft I'll lay
My little head, for Thou didst say,
That Thou wilt guard me night or day
Whene'er in JEsu's name I pray.

OVELY Lily, straight and tall,
SGrowing by the garden wall,
Can you, Lily, tell me why
You so quickly fade and die ?"
"Though I droop and die so soon,
I shall rise again next June;
If you live another year
You will see me blooming here."
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