IN Scotland there are many high hills, and the shepherds have much to do in looking after their flocks of sheep. One day a shepherd went to see after his sheep, but some of them had strayed far up the hills.

Now, the shepherd had a little child with him, and it was only three years old. So he put it down in a snug place, and left his dog to watch it. Away went the shepherd over the hills to find his lost sheep. But soon a thick fog came on, so that he lost his way.

By-and-bye he found himself near his own cottage, but how to get to his child he did not know. For now he forgot the spot where he had left it.

The shepherd called his friends together, and they all went off in search of the child. But they could not find it anywhere. The poor shepherd and his wife wept bitterly the whole night.

In the morning the dog was at the door, and they gave him a piece of bread. Hungry as he was, he did not eat it, but off he ran with it as fast as he could.

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In the afternoon back came the dog again; and, this time, the shepherd took care to follow him. After a long race, lo! he came to the child. course, the good dog had given the poor child all the bread he had gone away with in the morning!

"Tales and Songs."

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The Bear and the Kettle.

THERE was once a Bear who came to a farm. He found the yard-gate open, and in he went.

The first thing he saw was a kettle in the middle of the place. Now the kettle was full of boiling water.

Well, the Bear went up to the kettle and sniffed at it. It seemed to Mister Bruin that the kettle was nice to eat. So he took it up in his great paws and squeezed it.

Of course the kettle burned the stupid Bear, and he grew very angry. So he squeezed it as hard as he could. The harder he squeezed, the more the kettle burned him.

Mister Bruin could not endure the pain any longer, so he growled as loud as he could. Out came the farmer's wife to see what was the matter. And, O dear, there was the big Bear in the yard!

Well, she screamed and shrieked and the men all rushed to the yard. When they saw the huge Bear, they all took clubs and pitch-forks and killed him on the spot.

ROBINSON CRUSOE AND HIS PARROT. ROBINSON CRUSOE was a sailor. He was left by cruel people on an island, far away over the sea. Poor Robinson Crusoe! he had no one to talk to but himself.

Oh yes! I forgot. He had a very pretty Parrot.

There were lots of Parrots flying about on this lovely, lonely island. But this Poll lived with Robin'son Crusoe in his castle by the sea. They used to chitchat away to each other, like two friends-as indeed they were.

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Well, one day Robin went away out to sea in his tiny boat. And the tide carried him off ever so far away from his island and his pretty Poll. nearly upset, once or twice. He gave himself up for lost. But the wind blew his tiny boat to another part of the sea; and the tide carried him back to his island again.

So Robin was not drowned after all! No. He came on shore among the rocks, a long way from his castle and from his pretty Poll. Robin was very tired, as you may guess: so he lay down on the grass to sleep. Robinson Crusoe fell asleep, and had a dream. He dreamed that some one called him by name. "Robin! Robin!! Robinson Crusoe!!!" the voice seemed to say. He started up, rubbing his eyes.

He knew quite well that there was not a soul on the island. "What, then, can that voice be?" said Robin to himself. Then he answered-for this is the way he talked to himself" Oh! it is only a dream!"

Robin lay down again on the grass; and presently he fell into a doze-just between sleeping and waking. Well! what should he hear again but the same voice, calling, "Robin! Robin!! Robinson Crusoe!!! Where are you? Where are you? How came you here, Robinson Crusoe?" Oh! oh! now he could make it out. It was Polly, who had come a long, long way to seek him.

So Robin held out his finger, saying, "Pretty Polly!" And Polly flew to him, and fluttered about with joy, and asked him the same questions over and over again. "Poor Robinson Crusoe! Where have you been? How came you here, Robin, Robin, Robinson Crusoe?"

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Lady bird, lady bird, pretty
Come sit on my finger, so happy and;

With me

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shall no mischief betide thee;

No harm would I do thee, no foeman is neat, I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear,

Those beautiful winglets beside thee.

Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home;
Thy house is on fire, thy children will roam!

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List, list! to their The pitiless spider is weaving their doom; Then, lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away Hark, hark! to thy children's bewailing! Fly back again, back again, lady-bird dear, Thy neighbours will merrily welcome thee here; With them shall no perils attend thee: They'll guard thee so safely from danger or care, "They'll gaze on thy beautiful winglets so fair, And comfort, and love, and befriend thee.*

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THE FUNNY MONKEY.

No doubt you have all seen a monkey. What a funny little fellow he is, to be sure! There is no end to his good nature, if you will only treat him kindly. I once had a very funny one, and his name

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Chiparee. He used to follow me about the rooms of the house, playing all sorts of tricks as he went. Whatever I did, Chip aree tried to do. Once I found him in my bed room, sitting before the glass. He was holding a tooth brush in his hand, as if he vere cleaning his teeth. Every now and then he dipped the brush in a glass beside him- but the glass had no water in it! My little daughter Annie had a large doll with a very pretty face. Well, one day she left it in its tiny cradle, and, lo! when she came back it was gone. Annie was in distress, and rushed about the house asking every one for her pretty doll. But nobody had touched it-no, not even the cat! At last Annie went to my room, and there she saw Chip aree sitting on the washstand, scrubbing dolly's face.

Another time, he would seize a fan, sit down, and quietly fan him self. And I once saw him in the garden marching up and down with Annie's para sol over his head.

One day when Annie entered her room, what should she see but her bonnet moving along the floor! She guessed naughty Chip'aree was under it, and on lifting up the bonnet, there he was, to be sure!

Chip aree felt he had gone a little too far this time, so he rushed away, and jumped into the bonnet-box. There he sat cowering and trembling. But Annie patted him gently, and out he came as brisk as ever.