lest she might soil her new gloves, she took them off, and put them in her pocket. On her way home, she looked to see if they were safe.

11. Out came her handkerchief, and out came one glove; but out came not its mate. "Where's my other glove?" cried Mary, stopping in the street, and emptying her pockets.

12. The missing glove was not there. Mary ran back, looking on the sidewalk. No glove was to be seen; and as it was getting late, she knew she must go directly home.

13. "But what shall I say?" said Mary to herself, nearly ready to cry. "Oh, I can't tell mother." Did she shrink from being found fault with? Did she think George would laugh at her?

QUESTIONS ON LESSON XIV.-How old was Mary? What is meant by "big mitten"? What good habit was she forming? Meaning of “forming"? How many syllables has it? Name them.

THE LOST GLOVE.-CONTINUED.

THE THREE FEARS.

1. Little Fears now joined the child. There are three families of Fears. Foolish Fears, that is one family; Wicked Fears, that is another; and Wise Fears, and this is the third family. The little Fears are always about among the children, mixing in their play, joining them at school, and often staying with them at home.

2. Now which of the little Fears do you think joined Mary? I am almost sorry to tell you. It was Wicked Fear. And what do you suppose Wicked Fear said to her?

3. It said, "Don't tell your mother you lost your glove. She won't like it; she will blame you, and George will laugh at you. You won't get another pair very soon. Don't say any thing about it. When your mother finds it out, and asks you, make believe you didn't know it was lost."

4. Wicked Fear is almost always a lying Fear. Oh, how many poor children have been made miserable by the lies of Fear. Have you ever been?

5. Did Mary mind Wicked Fear? Did

she put herself in his power? "No, I will do no such thing," said the little girl to Wicked Fear. "I will never lie or make believe to my mother. I'll tell the truth. I'll tell her that I have lost my glove. If she blames me, it's no more than I deserve, I dare say."

6. At this brave, good speech, Wicked Fear ran away, as he always does when a child meets him with Truth. Truth always has a little Wise Fear with her. They go hand in hand, and Wise Fear now seemed to say to Mary, "Right, right, little girl."

7. So, with Truth and Wise Fear, Mary went home and told her mother all that had happened. "Mamma," said the child, "I feel sorry. I am afraid I was too sure, to be as careful as I ought to have been. I did not think. I will not ask you for another pair till I learn to be more careful."

8. Mary was so humble, that George begged his mother to try her with another pair. Did she? Mary had the present of a new pair on her sixth birthday.

pleasant

wagging

swimming scolding

jacket
satisfied

performance determined

CHARLIE AND HIS DOG.

1. "Jack! Jack! here, sir! hie on!" cried Charlie, flinging his stick far into the pond. Jack did not want to go; it was not pleasant swimming in among the great lily-leaves, that would flap against his nose and eyes, and get in the way of his feet.

2. So he looked at the stick and then at his master, and sat down, wagging his tail, as much as to say, "You are a very nice little boy, but there was no need of your throwing the stick into the water, and I don't think I'll oblige you by going after it."

3. But Charlie was determined. He found another switch, and by scolding and whipping, forced Jack into the water, and made him get the stick.

4. He dropped it on the bank, however, instead of bringing it to his master; so he had to go over the performance again and again, until he had learned that when Charlie told him to go for the stick, he was to obey at

once.

5. Charlie was satisfied at length, and with Jack at his heels, went home to tell his mother

about the afternoon's work. He seemed quite proud of it.

6. "It was pretty hard work, mother," he said. "Jack would not mind at all, until I made him; but now he knows that he has to do it, and there will be no more trouble with him."

7. "What right have you to expect him to mind you?" asked his mother, quietly.

8. "Right, mother? Why, he is my dog! Uncle John gave him to me, and I do every thing for him. Did I not make his kennel my own self, and put nice hay in it? And do I not feed him three times every day?

9. "And I am always kind to him. I call him nice old Jack, and pat him, and let him lay his head on my knee. Indeed, I think I have the best right in the world to have him mind me!"

10. His mother was cutting out a jacket. She did not look up when Charlie had finished, but going on steadily with her work, she said, slowly, "I have a little boy. He is my own. He was given to me by my Heavenly Father.

11. "I do every thing for him. I make his clothes and prepare the food he eats. I teach