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I am very

Oh! I have it: there's a rat-trap in the cellar; go, Cinderella, and “ That I should, dear god-mother," replied Cinderella, “but I bring it to me directly.”

must thank you for the pleasure you bave given me to-night; I shall Cinderella hesitated. “God-mother,” she said, “I am so afraid of remember it as long as I live.” rats."

Just as she had got her homespun dress on again, her sisters arrived. “Nonsense, child, if they are in the trap they can't hurt you; so, Cinderalla waited a minute or two before she went to the door and be quick.”.

opened it. Cinderella went and fetched the rat-trap, and there were three “You are very late," she said, rubbing her eyes, fine large rats in it, one old one and two young ones.

tired and sleepy." “Ah! that old fellow will make a capital coachman. See what “ Ah! you would not be tired if you had been at the ball. You fine whiskers he has got, and his tail !" So he was touched with the would have seen the most beautiful princess in the world. Such a wand, and changed into a fat coachman, with an immense big wig lovely creature. She took particular notice of us : gave us oranges, and cocked-hat on. The other two rats were changed into figs, and other nice things." postilions.

“Which I suppose you ate all up; well, never mind. Pray, what “ A coach is of no use without footmen. Go, Cinderella, into is the name of this wonderful princess, and where does she come the garden, and there, behind the cistern, you will find six green from?". lizards: put them into your apron and bring them to me."

“Nobody knows : some think from the moon, for she is too So Cinderella brought the lizards, and, as soon as they were lovely for this world; the king's son is quite distracted about her, he touched with the wand, they were changed into six stately footmen, would give anything in the world he possesses to know who she with liveries of green and gold, and gold-headed canes in their is. He is going to give another ball to-morrow on purpose, in hopes hands; and they immediately sprang up behind the coach as if they she will come again." had been used to it all thcir lives.

Cinderella was delighted to hear herself so praised, and secretly “ Now you can go to the ball,” said the god-mother.

resolved to go to the next ball, if her god-mother would let her. " But my clothes," said Cinderalla ; " I cannot go with these dirty “ How you must have enjoyed yourselves," said Cinderella.“ Ah, things on. Besides I must wash my face, and brush my hair.” if I had been there! As you have seen her once you won't want to

"We'll soon make you tidy," said the god-mother, waving the go again ; lend me your dress to-morrow, then I can go.". wand over Cinderella's head, and immediately her homespun dress “What presumption! what impudence !-lend my beautiful robe to was changed into a robe of satin and gold, adorned with brilliant a cinder-wench, a kitchen drudge, a maid of all work !-very fine jewels.

indeed! What will you ask for next, I wonder ? Perhaps you would “ You will have to dance, probably," said the godmother, "and like to dance with the prince. I am sure he would think himselt then people will look at your feet, so here is a pair of white slippers highly honoured at your condescension. of spun-glass. Nobody will guess what they are made of."

* I am sure he would,” said Cinderella, laughing. “Cinderella being now quite dressed, she stepped into the coach : Next ning the two sisters went to the ball, and so did Cin. one of the footmen handed her in, and then begged to know where derella. he should tell the coachman to drive to ?"

Her beautiful horses were so swist, that she got there almost as “ To the prince's ball," replied Cinderella.

soon as the sisters in their coach. The prince was overjoyed to see "Now mind what I tell you," said the godmother. “You must, Cinderella again. He danced with her and with no one else, and on no account, be out after twelve o'clock; for if you stay at the said so many pretty things to her that they quite turned her little ball till midnight, you will have no coach to bring you home, and head. In her confusion she forgot what her god-mother had said to all your fine clothes will be changed to homespun again.”

her about being home before midnight, and just as the prince was in Cinderella promised her god-mother that she would certainly be the middle of one of his fine speeches, she heard the clock strike. home again before the clock struck twelve; and, bidding her good “ Is that eleven?" she asked of the prince. night, she set off in high glee.

“Twelve, my queen,” he replied. In the ball-rooin they were dancing a minuet, when a great com

Cinderella started to her fect in a great fright, and just whispering motion was heard at the door at the other end of the room; and the “Adieu," she tripped out of the room, but in her hurry one of her prince was informed that a strange princess had arrived, with the glass slippers came off. The prince, who had followed without being most splendid equipage ever seen, and that she was the loveliest able to overtake her, picked up the slipper and carefully put it into creature ever beheld.

pocket. The prince hastened down the grand staircase to the hall door to receive her. He handed her out of the coach with the greatest ran home as fast as she could, in her home-spun clothes. All her respect, and led her up to the ball-room. As soon as he entered finery had vanished, with the exception of the glass slipper she had on. with Cinderella, every eye was turned upon her; the dance was The prince followed her to the gate, and asked the guards which suspended, and the fiddlers forgot to play, lost iu admiration at the way the princess had gone. They replied that no princess had passed wondrous beauty of the unknown princess.

out-nobody but a poor little girl clad in homespun. And the prince " How beautiful she is! Who can she be?" was in everybody's returned to the ball-room greatly perplexed, and taking the slipper mouth. And when they had sufficiently admired her beauty, they out of his pocket every minute to admire it. criticised her clothes ; and every lady made up her mind she would “What a pretty littie foot,” he sighed. have just such another dress to come to the next ball in, provided When Cinderella's sisters came home from the ball, she asked she could find out where the stuff was bought, and the dressmaker them if the beautiful princess had been there again. who fitted it so beautifully.

Yes," they replied, “ but she went away in a very great hurry Nobody admired her more than the old king, who could not take as soon as the clock struck twelve. She left one of her slippers his eyes off her, which made the queen jealous, until he whispered behind, the prince picked it up and could do nothing but admire it till

the ball was over. He is evidently deeply in love with the beauti“She is very beautiful, my dear; she reminds me of how you ful princess to whom the slipper belongs." This was the fact. For looked on our wedding day, five and twenty years ago."

next day the king's heralds were sent out, and proclaimed by sound The prince's son conducted Cinderella to a seat beside the queen's, of trumpet that the prince desired to marry the lady whose foot the and afterwards led her out to dance. So graceful was her every slipper would exactly fit. So all the ladies of the Court, Princesses, movement that the admiration she had excited was greatly increased. Duchesses, Marchionesses, Countesses, Dames, and ladies of every When supper was served she seated herself between her sisters, who degree offered theniselves, but not one could get her foot into the did not recognise her, and was very attentive to them. The prince, slipper, it was so small. Then it came to the turn of Cinderella's who had seated himself opposite to her, could not eat a morsel of sisters, who made quite sure it would fit them, but although they anything, he was so lost in admiration of her grace and beauty. used a shoe-horn and stretched and pinched all sorts of ways, it was He handed her the choicest fruits, wbich she shared with her sisters,

of no use.

The slipper was much too small for their broad feet. who were greatly surprised at her condescension.

Cinderella helped them all she could, and when at last they were While they were engaged in conversation, Cinderella was startled obliged to give up the attempt as hopeless, she said, laughing, “Let at hearing the clock strike three-quarters past-eleven! She im. me see if it will fit me." mediately rose up, and, curtseying to the company, took her de- Her sisters laughed outright : “Fit you! a likely thing indeed ; parture, escorted to the carriage by the king's son. Just as he was you had better try.” about to ask her when he should have the pleasure of seeing her The gentleman of the Court who had been entrusted with the again, the coachman cracked his whip, and the coach was off like slipper looked down at Cinderella's foot, and thought to himself, “it

is not much too large, I am sure, if it is any. Sit down, miss, and Cinderella reached home before the clock struck twelve, and found let me try it on." her god-mother waiting for her.

So Cinderella sat down and the gentleman put the slipper to her “I hope you enjoyed yourself, my child; perhaps you would like toes. And her foot went in beautifully, and the slipper looked as if to go to the next ball.”

it had been made for her.

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, so she

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" It fits you like a glove, miss,” said the gentleman, looking up in

THE GLOW-WORM. her face.

How astonished her sisters were at seeing her foot inside the slipper ! In the evening of a sultry summer's day, a poor widow was sitting but they were perfectly amazed when she took out the fellow to it at the window of her little cottage looking into the garden that from her pocket.

surrounded it. An agreeable and fragrant odour from the grass “Well, I never !" said the eldest.

which she had been that day cutting was wafted into the room by “Who'd bave thought it?" said the youngest. “I suppose you the gentle breeze, alike pleasant and refreshing. The evening picked it up in the road."

twilight had already disappeared from the horizon, and the inoon Just at this moment Cinderella's god-mother arrived, “What, my was now beaming into the room, where contentment and cheerfulchild,” she said, " going to a wedding? But you are not dressed. ness once found an abode. Her little Frederick, a boy six years Then she waved her wand, and instantly Cinderella appeared old, was standing at the corner of the open window, with his ruddy arrayed in more beautiful clothes than she had ever appeared in countenance and light curly hair illumined by the rays of the before. Her two sisters now recognised in her the beautitul princess they had seen at the ball, and fell at her feet to beg forgireness for The poor woman was sitting there in order to rest herself a little their unkind trcatment. Cinderella raised them up, and said that after the toil of the day; but heavy as that labour was to ber during she fully forgave them from her heart, and begged that they would the oppressive noontide heat, a heavier burden pressci on her mind; in fuiure try to love her.

care and anxiety made her forget all her fatiguel. Of her supper, Then Cinderella was conducted to court, and there was a grand which consisted of milk ard bread, she had eaten scarcely a mouthprocession, and she looked more amiable than ever. After a few ful. Little Frederick was much dejected at seeing his mother so days she was married to the Prince. Cinderella, who was as generous low spirited, and that, instead of finishing her supper, she was as she was handsome, gave her sisters apartments in her palace, and weeping bitterly. He laid aside bis spoon and left his little basin of they were married on the same day to two noblemen. Cinderella's milk standing on the table nearly untouched. Maria had become a god-mother, who was presert at her wedding, pronounced the follow- widow no longer ayo than the previous spring. Her lamented ing fairy benediction :

husband had saved enough to enable him to purchase the little Take now our last farewell;

cottage and the adjoining meadow, and it was by his labour that the Bright shall be your crown for ever,

green had been planted over with young fruit trees, which now stood And your race shall vanish never!

laden with fruit. He had taken Maria for his wife, though she was but King ! should war and strife betide thee,

a poor orphan, whose parents had given a good education, but nothing Victory bc still beside thee,

else. She was considered as the most pious, industrious, and wellQueen! from out thy couch shall rise

behaved girl in the whole village, and very happy ia her marriage. Heroes, whosc high enterprise

The fever, which raged in the village, had deprived Maria of the
Shall, to late posterity,
Prove that they thine offspring be !

best of husbands ; she herself, while attending his sick bed with all Be your kingdom's bound, though vast,

the tender care of an affectionate wife, was also attacked by the By your glories over-post:

disorder, and only recovered after a very severe illness. Every river, every sea

Her husband's illness and her own had caused the widow many Laden with your vessels be;

heavy expenses, and having incurred some debts, she was Every highway, mart, and street,

threatened with the loss or her little cottage. The husband of Echoing with your horses' fect;

Maria had been a long time in the employment of the richest farmer Many a golden harvest meet ye,

of the place, who esteemed him for his fidelity and studious habits, Bending its full ears to greet thee;

and had advanced him the sum of three hundred florins in order that Let your forests still be seen,

he might be able to purchase the cottage and garden attached to it; Even in winter, ever green;

but under the express condition that he should repay annually the Free from sorrow and from strifo, Like twin stars shine on through life,

sum of twenty-tive florins in cash and an equal amount in labour. That through storm or sunny weather

This stipulation the husband of Maria bad really fulfilled to the time Still do rise and set together.

of bis sickness, so that the debt amounted to ouly fisty tlorins; of As in life your troth was plighted,

this the widow was quite certain. Be in death your fates united

However, the farmer happening to die from the same disorder, To depart; and when you die,

his heirs, a son-in-law and a daughter, found the bill to the full Soar like meeting flames on high.

amount of the original debt among his papers without being aware that it had been nearly all repaid, for the farmer had never

mentioned one word of it to them, and they therefore demanded the AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY.

whole amount of the bill from the poor widow. The frightened

woman assured them that her deceased husband had paid off the All day, from shrubs by our summer dwelling,

whole of the debt, with the exception of fifty florins, before he died; The Easter-sparrow repeats his song,

but all her protestations were of no avai and the young farmer A merry warbler, he chides the blossoins, The idle blossoms, that sleep so long.

accused her of wilful falsehood, and commenced a law-suit against The black-biru chants from the elm's long branches,

her. As she was unable to procure any legal proofs that any part of A hymn to welcome the budding year :

the debt had been paid by her husband, sbe was condemned to pay The south wind wanders from field to forest,

the whole of it; and as the widow had no other property left to her And softly whispers, the Spring is here !

besides this cottage and garden, it was threatened to be sold by Come, daughter mine, from the gloomy city,

auction, and the coming day was the one fixed upon for the sale by

the creditors.
Before these lays from the elm have ceased;
The violet breathes from our door as sweetly

This intelligence the poor widow had received from a neighbour
As in the air of her native East.

just after she had finished her day's work, and it was owing to this Though many a flower in the wood is waking,

sad news that Maria was sitting overwhelmed with grief at her The daffodil is our door-side queen ;

window. Every now and then she cast a sorrowful look up at the She fushes upward the sward already,

brilliant sky or upon her little Frederick, and sometimes fixed her To spot with sunshine the early green,

eyes on vacancy, till at last she found relief by shedding a flood of No lays so joyous as these are warbled

tears. It was a melancholy and heart-rending scene. From wiry prison in maiden's bower ;

" Good God," she said to herself, “ then it is for the last time that No pampered bloom of the green-house chamber

I have to-day cut the grass of my little meadow; the first ripe tas half the charm of the lawn's first flower.

plums which I have been to-day plucking for my Frederick are Yet these sweet lays of the early season

then the last fruits which the poor boy will taste from the trees And these fair sights of its sunny days,

which his father planted with much labour and care; nay, perhaps Are only sweet when we fordly listen,

it is the last night that we shall sleep in the cottage ! to-morrow, And only fair when we fondly gaze.

this my home, may belong to another, and who can tell if he will not There is no glory in star or blossom

make us quit it at once. God knows where we shall find a refuge Till looked upon by a loving eye ;

to-morrow night, perhaps only in the open air!” and she began to There is no fragrance in April breezes

sob more bitterly than ever. Till breathed with joy as they wander by.

Little Frederick, who had remained motionless in the corner of Come Julia dear, for the sprouting willows,

the room, now approached his mother and said to her, weeping and The opening flowers, and the gleaming brooks,

sobbing all the while, “Dear mother, do not cry so, do not you And hollows green in the sun are waiting

recollect what father told us, when he was dying on the bed there? Their dower of beauty from thy glad looks.

'Do not weep so much,' said he, ‘God is the father of poor orphans and widows; call on Him in your troubles and He will help you !' read as follows: “On St. Martin's day I settled my account with and is it not true ?” asked Frederick.

Richard Whitton, and he owes me now fifty florins only." Yes, dear child,” replied his mother, “he said so." " Well The poor widow, filled with joy, embraced her child, and exthen,” replied the child, “why do you weep so long ? pray to God, claimed in ecstacy, “Oh! dear Frederick, .thanks to heaven, now and He will assist you in your trouble. Or do you think God is not we shall not be obliged to leave our home-we may still remain so rich; oh yes! He is richer even than the farmer. Do but look out here." of the window: to Him belong the moon and all the stars. Father " Is it not I, mother," cried the little urchin, “who am the cause often said that the whole world is His: why should we then weep of this ? If I had not begged so hard of you to remove the chest of and so torment ourselves ? Come, let us pray at once to God, He is drawers, you would not have found the book, which might have sure to help us. Do you but begin, I will follow you in your remained there for ever without our being aware of it." prayer."

The mother was for a moment silent, but then she said: “ Oh! “Good child,” cried the mother, " you are right,” and some my dear child, in this was the hand of Providence. I tremble in rays of hope began already to soothe her grief and to draw milder | fear and reverence when I think of it; for was it not just when we tears from her eyes. She then lifted up her hands in prayer, and were praying that the glittering insect came into the room, and, as it raised her eyes to heaven, the littie boy lifting his tiny hands also, were, lighted a candle to show us where the book lay? Yes, God and the bright moon shone on mother and child as they knelt and guides everything, even the most trivial; nothing occurs by chance; glorified them. The mother then bezaa the following prayer, whilst not a sparrow falls to the ground without the knowledge of God. the child repeated it after her word for word:

Be mindful of this all your life.time, and put your trust always in "Our Father, who art in heaven, look down upon a poor mother Him—but especially in the time of your trouble, for to Him it is and her child ; a poor widow and a poor orphan are looking up to easy to help and to save. Ile need not send us a shining angel; thee. We are in great distress and have no refuge here on earth; He can accomplish it through a little creeping insect." but thou art rich in mercies; thou hast told us to call upon thee in The poor widow could not close an eye all night for joy, and soon our troubles, and that thou wilt be our refuge and our help. We after break of day, she hastened to the judge of the place. The now pray to thee, do not let us be cast out from this cottage, do not judge sent for the heir, who came at once; the handwriting of the allow a poor little orphan to be deprived of his inheritance, or if in deceased farmer was acknowledged by him to be genuine, and he thy inscrutable judgment thou hast so ordained it for us, oh! then felt much ashamed at having accused the widow of falsehood. But let us find another resting-place on thy wide earth; send consolation the judge told him that he must recompense her for the shame and into our hearts that they break not when we shall be obliged to the trouvle he had p:it upon her, which he declared himself willing forsake our little dwelling, and when from yonder hill we take a to do. On the widow narrating the particulars of her evening last farewell of it."

prayers, and the appearance of the shining glow-worm, the judge The widow could not proceed any further, and looking up to exclaimed, “ Here the providence of God was manifest, his help heaven, her face bathed in tears, she remained silent, when ber little evident.” boy, who was still in the attitude of prayer, called out “O mother! The young farmer was much affected by it; and with tears in look, only look : tell me what is that; here I see a little light moving his eyes he said, “ Yes, so it is : God is the father of the widow and in the air, a little star flying: look here, it moves along the window orphan, and also their avenger. Pardon me that I treated you so oh! now it comes into the room. How beautiful and splendid it harshly, it was done under a mistake. However, in order to redress shines, almost as bright as the evening star; now it moves along the the ills I have caused you, I make you a present of the fifty florins wail!--oh! is it not wonderful?"

you are still indebted to me; and, should you ever be in distress, I " That is a glow-worm, dear Frederick,” said the mother; “dur- wish you to come to me for assistance: it shall always be granted ing the day it is an insignificant looking caterpillar, but in the night you, for I now see clearly that he who puts his trust in God, him it has this wonderful appearance.”

does He not forsake. Should I ever be in embarrassment, or my “May I catch it," said the boy; “ will it not hurt me, and shall I | wife become a widow and my children orphans, may He help us not burn my fingers with the little burning light?”

through as He has helped you now." “It will not burn you,” said the mother smiling though in tears ; "catch it and examine it well, but do not hurt it. This also is one of the wondrous works of the Almighty."

QUEEN MAB. The little boy had by this time forgotten all his grief, and was intent only on catching the glow-worm, which had now approached

A LITTLE fairy comes at night, nearer to the floor, and was crawling about under the tables and

Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown, chairs. “Oh! what a pity," he exclaimed. The shining insect

With silver spots upon her wings, had just crawled under a large chest of drawers which stood near

And from the moon she flutters down, the wall, while he was attempting to lay hold of it; and looking

She has a little silver wand, under the drawers, “ I see it," he cried ; "there it is, quite near the

And when a good child goes to bed, corner, and the white wall, the floor, and everything is glistening

She waves her wand from right to left, around it; but I cannot reach it, my arm is too short."

And makes a oircie round its head. " Have patience,” cried the mother, “it will soon come forth

And then it dreams of pleasant things, again."

Of fountains tilled with golden fish, The boy waited for a little while, but came again to his mother,

And trees that bear delicious fruit, saying with a mild, beseeching voice, " Mether, pray do reach it for

And bow their branches at a wish. me, or be so kind as to move away the drawers a little from the

Of arbours filled with dainty scents, wall, and I can easily catch it myself.”

From lovely flowers that never fade : The mother got up and removed the drawers; the little urchin

Bright flies that glitter in the sun, then took hold of the glow-worm, and looked at it with as much

And glow-worms shining in the shade. delight as ever a prince or princess did on the finest and brightest jewel.

And talking birds with gifted tongues But the attention of the mother was soon drawn to a different

For singing songs and telling tales, object.

And pretty dwarfs to show the way
While removing the chest of drawers, she had heard some-

Through fairy hills and fairy dales.
thing fall down, that had been held between it and the wall, and on
stooping to lift it up, she uttered a loud scream. “Heavens !" she

But when a bad child goes to bed, exclaimed, “now we are at once freed from our troubles: here is

Froin left to right she waves her rings, the account-book for which I have been so long searching in vain.

And then it dreams all through the night

Of only ugly, horrid things ! Ha! I believed that it was destroyed by some one during my severe illness, when I was lying quite senseless in my fever. Now all will

Then lions come with glaring eyes, be right again, as it may be clearly proved that my late husband had

And tigers growl,-a dreadful noise ; duly discharged the debt which I am now called upon to pay again.

And ogres draw their cruel knives Who would have thought that this book was lying behind the

To shed the blood of girls and boys. drawers, a piece of furniture we purchased with the cottage, and

Then stormy waves rush on to drown, which has never been moved from its place since our coming

Ard raging fames come scorching round; here."

Fierce dragons hover in the air, She now lighted a candle and began to turn over the leaves,

And serpents crawl along the ground. whilst tears of joy trickled down her cheeks. All turned out as she

Then naughty children wake and weep, expected, every item was written down as her late husband had paid

And wish the long black night away; it to the deceased farmer, who had given his receipt. For on the last

But good ones love the dark, and find page it stood in the hand-writing of the old farmer himself, and it

The night as pleasant as the day.


THE DUTIFUL SON. FREDERICK, the late king of Prussia, one morning rang the bell of his cabinet ; but, nobody answering, he opened the door of the antechamber, and found his page fast asleep upon a chair. He went up to awake him, and coming nearer observed a paper in his p cket, upon which something was wri'ten. This excited his curiosity. He pulled it out and found that it was a letter from the page's mother, the contents of which were nearly as follows:- She returned her son many thanks for the money he had saved out of his salary and hit sent to her; which had proved a very timely assistance. God would certainly reward him for it: and if he continued to serve God and his king consciertiously, he could not fail of success in the world.”

Upon reading this the king stepped softly intɔ his closet, fetched some aucats, and put them with the letter into the page's p cket. Se then rang the bell, till the page awoke and came into his cabinet. “You have been asleep, I suppose,” said the king. The page could not deny it, but stammering out an excuse, in his embarrassment, he put his hand into his pocket, and felt the ducats ; he immediately pulled them out, turned pale, and looked at the king, with tears in his eyes.- What is the matter with you?” said the king. “Oh, sire,” replied the page, “somebody has contrived my ruin: I know nothing of this.” “God has given it you," said the king; “ send the money to your mother: give my respects to her, and inform her that I will take care of both her and you."

TEENY-TINY. ONCE upon a time there was a teeny-tiny woman lived in a teeny-tiny house in a teeny tiny village. Now, one day this teeny-tiny woman put on her teeny-tiny bonnet, and went out of her teeny-tiny house to take a teeny-tiny walk. And when this teeny-tiny woman had gone a teeny-tiny way, she came to a teeny-tiny gate; so the teeny-tiny woman opened the tecny-tiny gate, and went into a teeny-tiny churchyard. And when this teeny-tiny woman had get into this teeny-tiny churchyard, she saw a teenytiny bone on a teeny-tiny grave, and the tecny-tiny woman said to her teeny-tiny self, “ This teeny-tiny bone will make me some teeny-tiny soup for my teeny-tiny supper.” So the teeny-tiny woman put the teeny tiny bone into her teeny-tiny pocket, and went home to her teeny-tiny house.

Now when the t'eny tiny woman got home to her teeny-tiny house, she was a teeny tiny tired; so she put the teeny tiny bone into a teeny-tiny cupboard; and when the teeny tiny woman had been to sleep a teeny-tiny time, she was awakened by a teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard, which said, “Give me my bone!” And this teeny-tiny woman was a teeny. tiny frightened, so she hid her tecny-tiny head under the teeny- tiny clothes, and went to sleep again. And when she had been to sleep again a teenytiny time, the teeny-tiny voice again cried out from the teeny-tiny cupboard a teeny-tiny louder, "Give me my lone!”. This inade the teeny-tiny woman a teeny-tiny more frightened, so she hid her teeny-tiny head a teenytiny further under the tecny-tiny clothes. Anl wh:n the teeny-tiny woman had been to sleep again a teeny-tiny time, the teeny-tiny voice from the teeny-tiny cupboard, said again a tecny-tiny louder, “ Give me my bone!” And this teeny-tiny woman was a teeny-tiny bit more frightened, but she put her teeny-tiny head out of the teeny-tiny clothes, and said in her loudest teeny-tiny voice, “ Take it !"

“ LITTLE by little," an acorn said,
As it slowly sank in its mossy bed ;
"I am improving every day,
Hidden deep in the earth away.”
Little by little each day it grew;
Little by little it sipped the dew;
Downward it sent out a thread-like root;
Up in the air sprung a tiny shoot.
Day after day, and year after year,
Little by little, the leaves appear;
And the slender branches spread far and wide,
Till the mighty oak is the forest's pride.
Far down in the depths of the dark blue sea,
An insect tribe work ceaselessly :
Grain by grain they are building well,
Each one alone in its little cell,
Moment by moment, and day by day,
Never stopping to rest or play.
Rocks upon rocks they are rearing high,
Till the top looks out on the sunny sky;
The gentle wind and the balmy air,
Little by little, bring verdure there;
Till the summer sunbeams gaily smile
On the buds and flowers of the coral isle.
“Little by little,” said a thoughtful boy,
“Moment by moment, I'll well employ,
Learning a little every day,
And not spending all my time in play.
And still this rule in my mind shall dwell,
Whatever I do I will do well.
“Little by little, I'll learn to know
The treasured wisdom of long ago;
And one of these days perhaps will see,
That the world will be the better for me.
And do you not think that this simple plan
Made him a wise and a useful man:

THE SULTAN AND HIS FALCON. A CERTAIN Sultan was passionately fond of hawking. Amongst his falcons was one which he esteemed foriis rare qualities above all the others, The sight of this bird was as piercing as a lynx's, and its flight as rapid as lightning The Suitan took care of this courageous and intelligent crcature himself, and often held it on bis hand

One day, wbiie huuting, he launched his falcon at a gazelle; the bird cut the air with a rapid fligit: the gazeile, seeing its enemy above its head, hastened its course, and scarcely seemed to touch the earth with its light foot; the king urged his horse on, and was in a moment separated from all bis surrounding train. The gazelle, however, in spite of all the falcon's efforts, haa the gool fortune to escape from its pursuit.

The heat was now extreme, and the king, overcome by it, looked around for a running stream to assuage the thirst by which he was tormented. He discovered one, and unloosed the golden cup which hung at the bow of the saddle. As the water came only drop by drop, he was a long time in filling it; when, raising it to his mouth, thc falcon, which was on his wrist, with a stroke of his wing, overset the cup. The Sultan, after an infinity of pains, filled it afresh; but the falcoii, with a second stroke of his wing, again deprived himn of his expectation.

The monarch's patience was then exhausted, and, in a transport of fury, he dashed the falcun on the ground with so much force that it lay dead at his feet.

At this moment came up one of the prince's grooms, who saw the cup overturned, and the fulcon lifeless. The Sultan informed him of the bird's offence, and the vengence he had taken. He ihen commanded him to search out the head of the stream, that he might draw the water with greater facility; the attendant advanced a few paces, and discovered a fountain, in the middle of which an enormous serpent was extended; he returned in a great fright, and informed the Sultan of what he had seen.

" I have, then,” said the Prince, with a deep sigh, "deprived of life the very creature which has just preserved my own! From that poisoned source flowed the water which my faithful falcon prevented me from drinking."

ANECDOTE OF Gauss, THE MATHEMATICIAN.—He was the son of a LETTER FROM GENERAL HAVELOCK TO HIS LITTLE BOY.-“ My dear mason, and every Saturday night the workmen came to his house to reGeorge,- This is your birthday, and here I sit, in sight of the bouse in ceive their wages. Some among them worked overtime, for which they which you were born, five years ago, to write you a letter. Now, though a were entitled to receive additional pay. One evening the mason was adding little boy, you ought to have wisdom enough, when you get these lines, up the amount he had to pay, while his little son, three years old, was lying to call to mind how very good God was to you on this day, in preserving in bed, but not aslecp, in the same room.

“Father,” said the child, sitting up the life of your dear mamina, who was so sick that no one thought she in his bed, " your account is wrong; it should be so much,” naming the would recover. At that time, too, I was in very poor health, but ain now Ilis father adved up the items again, and found that he had really so much better, by God's mercy, that I have not had any sufiering to con- made the mistake his child had pointed out. When he was seven years plain of since I returned to India-indeed, since I saw you last, when I got old little Causs was sent to a primary school. According to the custom of on board my steamer at Bonn, to go up to Mainz, cn my way to India. those days, the teacher moved about among his pupils with a cane ia his They tell me that, nowadays, it is the fashion for little boys, like you, to do band, which hc use à very frequently and unmercifully. Sums were given no work till they are seven years old; so, if you are spared, you have two out 10 a score or more of boys at a time, and when worked out, each more years of holiday; but then you must begin to labour in earnest. handed up his slate to the master to have the result examinod. Woe to And I will tell what you will have to learn. The first thing is to lovo him whose slate exhibited an error! -- there was no stint in the number or God, and to understand His law, and obey it, and to believe and love Jesus weight of the blows bestowed upon his back. Little Gauss entered the Christ, since He was sent into the world to do good to all people who will mathematical class. One day the teacher gave out a problem in arithmebelieve in Him. Then as it is likely you will be brought to be a soldier in tical progression. IIe had scarcely finished stating it when young Gauss India, you will have to be taught to ride well, and a little Lativ, and a handed up the slate to the master, saying “ I have done it.” The other pupils great deal of mathematics, which are not easy; and arithmetic, and Euglish had only just begun ihe terrible problem. The teacher walked about among history, and French and German, Hindostanee, drawing and fortification. his pupils, as usual, looking occasionally at little Gauss with a mocking Now you will


say this is a great deal-quito a burden, and a cart-load of eye of pity. But the boy awaited the examination without the least conlearning. But if you are from the first very industrious, and never let any cern, as he had no doubt of the accuracy of his work. The teacher was day but the Sabbath pass over without four hours' diligent study, at least, greatly astonished to find, when he caine to examine all the slates, that you will soon tind that the mountain of learning before you is cut down litile Gauss's was the only one that was correct. All the others had to be into a very little hill indeed."

1 rectified by the usual methods.

Jack Horner in the corner,

Eating Christmas pudding and pie With his thumbs pulls out the plums,

Crying what a good boy am I.

Come, my children, come away!
For the sun shines bright to-day;
Little children, come with me,
Birds and brooks, and posies see:
Get your hats and como away,
For it is a pleasant day.
Everything is laughing, singing,
All the pretty flowers are springing,
See the kitten full of fun,
Sporting in the pleasant sun:
Children, too, may sport and play,
For it is a pleasant day.
Bring the hoop, and bring the ball,
Come with happy faces all;
Let us make a merry ring,
Talk, and laugh, and dance and sing:
Quickly, quickly, come away
For it is a pleasant day!


The Knave of Clubs

Gives winks and rubs,

And says he'll take her part; THERE was a youth, and a well beloved youth,

For when our kings Aad he was a squire's son;

Will do such things, He loved the bailiff's daughter dear,

They should be made to smart. That lived in Islington.

The Diamond King Yet she was coy, and would not believe,

I fain would sing, That he did love her so,

And likewise his fair Queen ; No, nor never at any time would she

But that the Knave, Any countenance to him show

A haughty slave, But when his friends did understand

Must needs step in between. His fond and foolish mind,

Gocd Diamond King, They sent him up to fair London,

With hempen string An apprentice for to bind.

This haughty Knave destroy ; And when he had been seven long years,

Then may your Queen, And never his love could see:

With mind serene,
Many a tear have I shed for her sake,

Your royal throne enjoy.
When she little thought of me.
And then all the maids of Islington,

Wcut forth to sport and play,
All but the bailiff's daughter dear-

She secretly stolo away.
She pulled off her gown of green,

And put on ragged attire,
And to fair London she would go,

Her true love to enquire.
And as she went along the high road,

The weather being hot and dry,
She sat her down upon a green bank,

And her true love came riding by.
She started up with a colour so red,

Catching hold of his bridle-rein:
One penny, one penny, kind sir, she said,

Will ease me of much pain.
Before I gire you one penny, sweet beart,

Pray tell me where you were born :
At Islington, kiad sir, she said,

Where I have had many a scorn.
I prytbee, sweet heart, tell to me,

O tell me whether you know
The bailiff's daughter of Islington ?-

She is dead, sir, long ago.
If she be dead, then take my horse,

My saddle and bridle also:
For I will into some far country,

Where no man shall me know.
O stay ! O stay! thou goodly youth-

She staudeth by thy side:
She is here alive, she is not dead,

And ready to be thy bride.
O farewell grief, and welcome joy,

Ten thousand times therefore;
For now I have found mine own'true love, which
Whom I thought I should never see more.

THERE was a little man,

And he wood a little maid,
The Queen of Hearts,

And he said, “ Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed ?
She made some taris

I have little more to say,
All on a summer's day;

Than will you, yea or nay,
The Knave of Hearts

For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”
He stole those tarts,

The little maid replied,
And with them ran away.

Some say, a little sighed:
The King of Hearts

“But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat ?
Calld for those tarts,

Will the love that you're so rich in
And beat the Knave full sore;

Make a fire in the kitchen,
The Knave of Hearts

Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit ?"
Brought back those tarts,
And said he'd stcal no moro.

The King of Spades
He kissed the maids,

Jack HORNER was a pretty lad,
Which vexed the Queen full sore;

Near London he did dwell;
The Queen of Spades

His father's heart he made full glad,
She beat those maids,

His mother loved him well.
And turned them out of door.

She often set him on her lap,
The Knavo of Spades

To make all smooth beneath;
Grieved for these jades,

And fed him with sweet sugar'd pap,
And did for them implore;

Because he had no teeth.
The Queen, so gent',
She did relent,

While little Jack was sweet and young,
And vow'd she'd thump no more.

If he by chance should cry,

His mother pretty sonnets sung,
The King of Clubs,

With lulla-baby-by.
He often snubs
His loving Queen and wife

A pretty boy, a curious wit,
The Queen of Clubs

All people spoke his praise ;
Returns him snubs,

And in the corner he would sit
And all is noise and strife.

On Christmas holidays.


My dears, do you know

How, a long time ago,
Two poor little children,

Whose names I don't know,
Were stolen away

On a fine summer's day,
And left in a wood,

As I've heard people say.
And when it was night,

So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down,

And the moon gave no light!
They sobb’d and they sigh'd,

And they bitterly cried, And the poor little things,

They lay down and dicd.
And when they were dead,

Tho robins so red
Brought strawberry leaves

And over them spread;
And all the day long

They sung them this song,
Poor babes in the wood !

Poor babes in the wood ! And don't you remember

The babes in the wood ?

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CRADLE SONG. SLEEP my baby, sleep my boy;

Rost your weary little head,
Tis your mother rocks her baby,
In bis little cradle bed.

Lullaby, lulla-lulla-by.
All the little birds are sleeping,

Every one has gone to rest,
And my darling one is sleeping
In his pretty cradle nest.

Lullaby, lulla-lulla-by.
Sleep, oh, sleep my darling boy,

Wake to-morrow fresh and strong
'Tis your mother sits beside you,
Singing you a cradle song,
Lullaby, lulla-lulla-by.

Ere on my bed iny limbs I lay,
God grant me grace my prayers to say ;
O God! preserve my mother dear
In strength and health for mavy a year ;
And, O! preserve my father too,
And may I pay him reverence due ;
And may I iny best thoughts employ
To be my parents' hope and jcy;
And, O! preserve my brothers both
From evil dangers and from sloth;
And may we always love each other,
Our frieuds, our father, and our mother.
And still, O Lord ! to me impart
An innocent and grateful heart;
That after my last sleep I may
Awako to thy eternal day.


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