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Blossoms floating, Mimic boating, Fishes darting past,-- Swift and strong and happy, Widening very fast,

Bubbling, singing, Rushing, ringing, Flecked with shade and sun, Soon our pretty brooklet To the sea has run.

ELLEN SOULE CARHART.

TWO PETS.

ANN has a large black cat, of which she is very fond. See how she clasps it in her arms! She pets it and hugs it from morning till night. I think the cat loves Ann too; for it does not even try to scratch her.

But here is a better pet than a cat. It is a dear little babe in its nurse's arms. The nurse is taking it out for a walk. She loves it dearly, and see how lovingly it clings to her! Love wins love, you know.

BLUEBERRYING.

THE grass is scorching in the sun; 'Tis summer's hottest weather; But Dick and Tom start bravely forth For blueberries together. Their tin pails glitter in the light, The dippers in them rattle, As up the long green lane they go, Among the browsing cattle.

Close underneath the pasture fence They find some scattered bushes: "There is some better place beyond," Says Dick, and on he pushes, Through tangled brake, o'er stumbling stones, And up some steep black ledges, Where thick the blueberry-bushes grow Along the rocky edges.

"But these are very dry and small," Says Tommy: "I would rather Look round and find some better place, And larger berries gather." Down the sharp rocks, across the brook, And through a bog, they ramble: They find some berries, big and blue, Outpeering from a bramble.

"These dreadful running blackberry-vines!" Says Dick: "they are so prickly! I will not stop; some better place We surely shall find quickly." Through the long field they wandering stray, In the hot sunshine going: "Beneath the wood-lot trees," says Tom, "There must be nice ones growing."

And so they find them thick and ripe; But, from among them darting, A hissing adder lifts its head, And, suddenly upstarting, The frightened boys drop both their pails, The berries from them spilling. "Let's hurry home," says Tom. Says Dick, "I'm sure that I am willing."

MARIAN DOUGLAS.

THE WOUNDED LAMB.

EARLY one bright morning, three little girls who were spending the summer on their uncle's farm went out to gather wild flowers in the woods not far from the house. Just as they came to the edge of the wood, they heard the faint bleating of a lamb.

They listened, keeping very still, but could not make out where the sound came from. Then Mary, the eldest of the three, said, "Let us each go a different way, and hunt till we find the poor little thing."

They did so; and in a few minutes, Lulu the youngest called to the others, "I've found it! I've found it! Come, Mollie and Bessie, come quick and help me; for the dear little lamb is hurt, and I'm afraid it will die."

You may be sure that they all ran quickly, and it was well that they did; for the lamb had broken its leg, and could not have lived much longer if some one had not taken care of it. They found Lulu trying to help the poor creature; but she could do little except to soothe it.

Just then Bessie looked up, and saw the farmer not far off. She called loudly to him. He came at once, took the lamb tenderly in his arms, carried it home, laid it on a soft bed, and gave it some warm milk.

Very soon the lamb began to revive, much to the delight of the children; and little Lulu would hardly leave its side all that day.

With such kind care the lamb got well fast. It soon became a great pet with all the little girls, though their uncle said, that, as Lulu had found it, she should give it a name, and call it hers.

For some time she was quite puzzled to know what to call it; but one day, when Bessie was stroking it, she said, "Why lambie, your fleece is as fine and soft as floss!"

"Oh, now I know what to call this pet," said Lulu, "I'll call it Flossy," and it went by that name all summer.

The next winter, when their uncle came to see them in the city, the children inquired for their little pet, Flossy.

"Flossy is a big sheep now," he said; "but I think she remembers you, for when I go among the flock, she always comes and rubs her nose against me, and looks up, as much as to say, 'Where are those three girls that used to play with me last summer?'"

EMILY CARTER

LISA.

LISA was a little German girl who lived in a village on the seacoast. Her father was a fisherman, and sometimes he would take her with him on pleasant days when he went in his boat.

They would start in the morning, and after sailing about, and catching a good load of fish, would come home at noon to the nice dinner which Lisa's elder sister had prepared for them.

One day Lisa was alone in the house. Her sister had gone away to spend the day, and her father was out fishing. A heavy storm came up. It rocked the house, and blew the shutters to and fro; but Lisa never heeded it, for she was thinking of her father.

After the storm had ceased, she went to the door and looked out. An old fisherman was passing with his son. She asked him about her father. He pointed out the place where he had seen him before the storm, and said, "I fear that your father's boat has been driven upon the rocks, for it is no longer to be seen."

Without a moment's delay, Lisa tied on her hat, and hastened down to the shore. She got into a boat, and was pushing off, when an old sailor stopped her, and asked her where she was going.

"I am going in search of my father," said she.

"I will go with you, my good girl," said the sailor; and he sprang into the boat, and took the oars.

They rowed out to the rocks, for the sea had gone down. Poor Lisa's heart sank within her as she gazed upon that angry coast; for the first thing that caught her eyes was a fragment of a boat.

Yes, her father's boat had surely been wrecked. "Oh, my dear, dear father!" said Lisa, bursting into tears, "I shall never see him again."

But hark! There comes a shout, "Boat ahoy!" Lisa's heart beats wildly, for it is her father's voice. Quick as thought, the sailor pulls to the place where the sound came from. And there Lisa found her father clinging to a rock. What a joyful meeting there was! And how happy Lisa felt to think that she had gone so promptly to the rescue!

There were thankful hearts in the fisherman's cottage that night; and Lisa never forgot the good old sailor who had proved such a true friend in time of need.

IDA FAY.

THE SOLDIERS.

FIVE gallant soldiers standing in a row, Five nimble soldiers marching to and fro. First General Spry, Next Colonel Try, Then Major Tall, And Sergeant Dapper, And Corporal Small.

Five gallant soldiers all in fine array, Five dashing soldiers meet them on the way. First General Stout, Next Colonel Look-out, Then Major Trim, And Sergeant Taper, And Corporal Slim.

Ten gallant soldiers waiting our command, Look, and you will see them,--five upon each hand.

GEORGE COOPER.

JENNY AND BENNY.

WAS ever child so lovely! Was ever child so fair! Had ever child such bright blue eyes, Such lips, such golden hair! Say, is there any baby With this one to compare?

Oh, yes! there is one other That's just as good as she: It is my baby-brother, Whose picture here you see.

N. M. O.

THE PET FAWN.

ONE day, Albert, who lived in a city, received a letter from his papa, who was absent in the country, which I think my little readers will enjoy also, and so I have got Albert's permission to give it to them. This is the letter:--

It was a fawn about eight months old. I am sure if you could have seen him you would never have given papa a moment's rest till you had him as your own pet; and perhaps I shall have something to say to you about that by and by.

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