the grate?" "O no; the chimney in the back chamber. I have heard it said that

cats do not love any one, but I am sure our cat does; for whenever I let her come into my lap, she rubs her head about, and stretches out her claws, and purrs as loudly as she can. I sometimes try to hear what she says, but I can make nothing of it; but it matters not what she says, I know she is happy, and that is enough."

LITTLE WILLY.

"WILLY, dear, the baby is dead; shall we go and look at him?"

"Yes,

sister." "Come softly, brother, and do

not speak loudly.

See how he lies, as

though he were sleeping; and the little waxen hands, which, a few days ago, were so busy and playful, now lie still by his side; see, there is a folded moss-rosebud in each of them; and above his head are lilies of the valley; and, Willy, here are your pet blue-bells at his feet, and my own white lily on his bosom." "Sister, what is that upon his cheek,—is it not a tear ?" "Ah! my Willy, and so it is;

it must have fallen from poor mamma's eye. O! Willy, you know how she loved our baby, she always called him her little dove, because he was so gentle. Poor mamma! let us, Willy, try to be very good children, that we may be a comfort to her." Sister. dear, will our

brother go to heaven with these flowers

upon him?"

to heaven."

"No, my love, he is gone

"Then how can he be

here?" "It is only his body that is here, Willy; it is his spirit which is in heaven."

"How did it go, sister ?" dear brother."

"God took it,

"Will he see Jesus Christ

in heaven, sister?" "Yes, love." "Will Jesus let him be his little lamb, and carry him in his bosom ?" Yes, Willy." "O! then I wish God would take papa, and mamma, and you and me, sister; and then mamma would never weep tears on baby's cheek any more, for she would be

happy to be with God, and Jesus Christ, and holy angels, and all good Feople, and our sweet baby-brother, for

ever. Do you think God would take us if we were to ask him, sister?" "Yes, my dear, God will take us to heaven at the time when he thinks best, but for the present it is his will that we should remain upon the earth, and do our duty to him and to each other.

THE BEGGAR.

"MAMMA, I gave a penny to a poor man this morning. Was I a good boy for so doing?" "It depends upon the motive you had in view. Did you give it him because you thought he was poor? or because you thought I should call you a good boy?" "Because I thought you would call me a good boy, mamma."

"I am sorry to hear it, my dear; tell me just what you thought when you gave the penny to the man." “Well, mamma, I

saw him coming up the garden, and when he knocked at the door, I went to him, and he asked for a morsel of bread.

So

I just thought of a penny I had in my pocket, and I said to myself, Now if 1 give this penny, mamma will call me a good boy, and then I shall be glad :' and so I gave it to him." "Now, my dear, this is what you should have said: This old man is very poor, and I have a penny to spare that will do him good, and he shall have it."". "Ah! mamma, I wish I had thought of that, but I am sure I did not intend to do wrong. You know,