and the red marks on it told the tale to her brothers and sisters at dinner that day.

When the crab seized her, Matty turned pale with fright; but you may be sure her face was red enough at dinner-time; for she blushed with shame to think she had been

trying to steal. Let us hope she gave up meddling after such a pun-ish-ment.

Pretty paint-ed butterfly,
What do you do all day?
I roam about the sunny fields,
And nothing do but play.
Nothing do but play
All the livelong day!
Oh, fie! butterfly,
To waste your time away.

I see my lovely shin-ing wings
In every drop of dew,

And then I think that all the world
Is looking at them too.

Looking at them too,

Yellow, red, and blue;

Then I think that all the world
Is looking at them too.

Oh, fie! butterfly,

You vain and silly thing;
I'd rather be a grass-hop-per,
A pretty song to sing.
I'd rather be the honey bee,
That's busy all the day,
Than an idle butterfly

That wastes her time away.

I saw you crawl-ing on the ground;
An ug-ly worm were you;
Then in a case you hid your face,
Unfit for pub-lic view.

Though now you soar on gaudy wings,
And think yourself so gay,
You're but an idle butterfly
That wastes her time away.
As you roam about the fields,
Think of what I say;

Oh, fie! butterfly,

To waste your time away.

Mrs Veitch.

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PACKING UP.

When we went to the country, we got ready long before the train started; for each one assisted in the packing up.

Jane mended the clothes that needed mending, and folded them up neatly, all ready to be placed in

the boxes.

I dusted the trunks, and packed.

waste them so well that not a bit of room was wasted. Jack corded them, and lifted them out into the lobby.

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Jim handed them up to the carter, who took them away to the station when the cart was loaded.

Anne heated some pies, and prepresent sented each of us with one. To this was added a bowl of milk, and thus feast we feasted. Willie, who is lame, patted our spotted dog Carlo, and chatted to baby. He held her in his arms and fondled her so kindly that baby waited quite quietly. Papa told him he had tended baby as well as mamma could have done.

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Mamma fit-ted on my bonnet and seated me in the cab. Then the cab rattled off.

GOD IS IN HEAVEN.

God is in Heav-en- can He hear
A little pray-er like mine?

Yes, thoughtful child, thou must not fear,
He lis-ten-eth to thine.

God is in Heaven-can He see
When I am doing wrong?

Yes, that He can; He looks at thee
All day and all night long.

God is in Heaven-would He know
If I should tell a lie?

Yes; though thou saidst it very low,
He'd hear it in the sky.

God is in Heaven-does He care,
Or is He good to me?
Yes; all thou hast to eat or wear,
'Tis God who gives it thee.

God is in Heaven-may I pray

To go there when I die?

Yes, love, be good, and then one day
He'll call thee to the sky.

Mrs Gilbert.

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Alice was a good little girl, but very careless and un-ti-dy. She was always leaving things lying about on chairs, and sofas, and

tables, and so she could scarce-ly ever find them again.

Her mamma often scolded her for this fault, and Alice as often prom-ised to do better; but she forgot her prom-ises almost as soon as they were made.

It hap-pened once on her birthday that her cous-ins came to see her, and Alice got on a pretty new dress to go out to walk with them. Just as they were going to start, her playmate, Lizzie, who lived next door, brought her as a present a nice basket of cherries.

Running back with them, Alice found her room in such dis-or-der that she had to put the basket on the sofa. Then off she ran again.

The children walked on for some time, talking of their school, and their playmates, their toys, and their pic-ture books; and Alice was so happy that by the time they got home, she had for-got-ten all about her cherries.

It was now nearly dark, and she was tired. She threw herself on the sofa, and on what, do you think? Ex-act-ly on the basket of cherries. The juice stained her pretty dress so badly that she could never wear it again, and she lost her treat of fruit besides.

Alice was very sad; but the lesson did her good. Her mamma did not need to scold her any more, for she scarcely over left anything out of its proper place a-gain.

Adapted from the German by Editor.

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