the dung-hill, ducks and geese dipping or swimming in the pond, pigs grunting, cows, calves, and a pet lamb, who as soon as he saw them, came out of a barn, and ran up to Lucas, that he might stroke and play with him; but he was full of tricks, and when Charles or Helen went near him, he strove to butt them with his young horns. He would not eat out of their hands; but he took all that Lucas gave him. In the same barn that the lamb came out of, was a goat with two young kids. The goat, the kids, the lamb, the calves, all were fond of Lucas, for he had a kind heart, and would not hurt the smallest insect. Charles and Helen stayed that day to dine with Lucas, of whom they grew more and more fond each moment they were with him. He was a boy of a sweet, gentle temper, and won the kindness of all who came to his house. He drew as well as he wrote, and knew all the things that a deaf and dumb boy could learn. He had a box of tools, and had made a bird-cage, and a neat desk to write on. It is a sad thing to be deaf and dumb, for much of what boys learn at school, and which it is right to know, cannot be taught to a deaf and dumb child. THE CHILD AND THE LAMB. My pretty lamb, with snowy fleece, To meet me when I come in sight, I never found you cross or tired, school-fellows That love me now like you; And I had many a pet before, But none that seemed so true. They brought me in a robin once I nursed him all the winter, but The next it was a lovely squirrel, So full of tricks and fun But he left me in the wood one day, You will not leave me too, my lamb; I grieve to dream that you have grown That only minds the grass all day, And never lifts its eyes, Like all your friends in yonder field, Thus talked poor Lucy to her lamb, "So must my little rosy girl, That now so blithely plays, From childhood grow to woman's cares, To woman's works and ways. "A world of hopes and fears, beyond Yet may she still its innocence And live a meek and guileless lamb MY MOTHER. Of all the pretty words I know, Its gentle music most endears Can make it dream of childhood blest, When pain or sickness bowed the head, And claimed her tender care, A guardian angel o'er my bed "Twas she who taught my heart to pray, And trust in God above, Through faith in the enduring stay BUTTERCUPS AND DAISIES. BUTTERCUPS and daisies,-- Ere the snow-drop peepeth, Buttercups are bright; Somewhere, 'mong the frozen grass, Peeps the daisy white. Little. hardy flowers, Like to children poor, Playing, in their sturdy health, Fearing not and caring not, |