THE LITTLE DOG.

THERE was once a little dog, and he lived with his master in a small wooden hut. Now, this little dog was not so well fed as some dogs are; he had nothing but dry bread to eat, and water to drink, for his master was very poor, and could not afford to buy meat. Now, I suppose you think because this dog had no better food to eat, he could not be happy; but let me tell you he was very happy, and I will tell you why. Because he loved his master, and it was his highest delight to serve that master, for he was always kind to him, and shared with him such food as he ate himself, and what more could he do?

My little children learn a lesson from this poor dog; never murmur if your home is humble, and your fare hard, if your parents love you, and treat you kindly; what matters it, whether you live in a palace, or in a cottage? Do you not know that God loves the little daisy as well as the lofty cedar tree? Do you not know that he feeds the sparrow, as well as the eagle? And does he not also love the poor, as well as the rich? Yes, the Lord loves all good people, whether rich or poor, for he is the Father of them all.

THE LITTLE CHICKEN.

I MET a little chicken in the lane this morning, and I thought it must be lost,

for it was crying very sadly, and seemed as though it did not know where to run. So after a great deal of trouble I caught it, and took it to the farm-house in the lane, and asked if they had lost one. And so Mrs. Johnson went out to look, and when she came back she said, "Yes, they had lost one," and she took me to its mother and the other chickens; and when I put the chick down beside the hen, she said, "cluck, cluck," and she spread out her wing, and the chicken ran under it very much pleased. And how glad I felt as I came home because I had made that little chicken happy,-for what makes us feel so glad as the knowledge that we have made any thing happy?