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time,” replied Jem, and went whistling on his
way. BY ADA M. KENNICOTT.
Soon he came to a wood, rustling with green,
cool leaves, and so full of sweet flowers and gay One day Jem had leave to gather bilberries. birds that he thought, surely, here could be no He had to go a long way for them; so he rose trouble for him to aid, nothing but enjoyment. early in the morning, and, as soon as breakfast But, toward the end of it, hearing a great screamwas over, his mother put some bread and butter ing and fluttering, and looking about for the and cold boiled eggs into a basket for his din- cause, he saw a large company of birds gathered ner, and he started merrily off. He had not around a thorn-bush. gone far, when he saw a tiny gosling lying in “ Heigh-ho !” cried he, “what ails you, my the waggon-track, and seeming quite forlorn and friends ?" helpless.
The birds screamed and fluttered all the more - See here, my fine fellow !" cried he, “what when he came near, for fear of him; but he soon is the matter with you?”
saw that a poor young robin, trying to fly down The gosling looked up at him, but only re- from the tree, had got caught among the prickly plied-"Squeak! squeak !"
bushes. He helped it out, and then ran off, "A pretty story that !” said Jem; “but, as without waiting for Redbreast's song of thanks. it seems we can't talk together, I'll help you As he neared another farm-house, he heard a what I can, without.”
desolate “ Peep! peep !" which made him look So he took up the poor little creature, and about him. Again he heard “ Peep! peep! carried it in his arms till he came to a farm- peep !” and, by following the sound, after much house, where a little girl, who was standing by careful searching he found a tiny chicken, that the gate, claimed it for hers. “But,” said she had strayed from its mother, and wandered « I have a lame foot, and could not go to look about till it was tired nearly to death. Its poor for it. I am so glad it is found, and I thank | wings drooped, and it had nestled down in the you so much! What can I do for you?" grass to die.
«« Oh, help some other poor creature, some "You should not give it up so, little one," said Jem; “Madam Hen is somewhere about, | Jack used to tell me that the same God who I'll be bound.”
made this great world, and the sky, and the sun, So he took the chick up carefully, and sat / and us, made the animals and insects to enjoy still, with his head near the ground. Presently themselves, too; that He keeps them and cares he heard, very faintly, “ Cluck, cluck, cluck, for them just the same as for us. He is kind to cluck, cluck !” Then he followed the sound, till us, you know, and gives us friends, and keeps he found an old brown hen with a fine flock of us from harm and danger all the days and nights, chicks. He put his little stray down on the and helps us if we are in trouble; and, if we do ground near her, and oh, how it brightened up, not do the same by them, He is displeased and flew about after her with such a happy with us, because He wishes them to be happy twitter! Jem waited to see that she did not too.”. peck it, so as to be sure he had the right hen, “Well, may-be you are right," answered the and then went back to the road.
boy; "at any rate, Rover, you've had sport Next, he had to cross a pasture lot, where was enough for this time; so come along, old fel. a large flock of sheep. Soon he saw one of low;" and, with a whistle to his dog, he them butting a lamb most furiously, and ran to sprang over the fence, and was soon out of find out the reason, which, indeed, was quite sight. plain. The poor wee thing had got lost from Jem looked back, to see the pig quietly eating its mother, and was tiring itself out by running | grass, and went on. At length he came in about after all the old sheep, for it could not sight of some tall trees, which he thought must tell the right one, and getting sorely butted in grow in the whortleberry bog, and as he was the bargain.
very tired and hungry, sat down under an oak “I've too much business on hand this morn tree by the roadside to eat his dinner. Scarcely, ing,” sighed Jem. “Truly, Uncle Jack was however, had he broken the shell from an egg, right when he said that no one who kept his and spread the clean paper of salt upon his lap, eyes and ears open could want for a chance to when, looking up, he beheld, coming slowly todo good to somebody or something.”
wards him, a very feeble old man, leaning heavily Nevertheless, he took the lamb about, all over upon his cane, as he tottered along. Jem gave the large field, till he found its mother, and felt bim his nice place in the shade, and seating himwell paid for his trouble when he saw how happy self upon the grass near by, began to eat his it seemed. But when he regained the road, dinner ; but the old man looked at it so wisthe felt that the morning was passing very fast. fully, that Jem offered him a piece of the breadThe sun had climbed a great way up his blue / and butter. pathway, the sky, and was getting quite warm “ Thank you kindly, my young sir !" said he, and fierce in his efforts to reach the noon-mark; as he took it. “I have had nothing to eat the dew was all off the grass, and Jem feared he since yesterday noon." should not reach the whortleberry bog till Jem looked at his basket. It seemed more noon. For a time he proceeded without farther tempting than ever in the light of a new resolve ; adventure ; but, at length, just as he was in the for he was hungry too, and it would be a long midst of a calculation as to how many quarts of time before he could get his supper. Might he berries he could pick in three hours, and how not keep one little piece? “ But, no," thought much money they would bring him at twopence he; “this old man is hungrier than I, and may a quart, he heard a great growling and squealing, not get any supper;" so, with a pleasant smile, and, looking down the road, saw a large dog he placed it all upon the flat stone beside this chasing a pig. The pig was running this way new object of his ever-ready sympathy. and that, its ears hanging, bleeding and torn, “Would you give me all your dinner?" said from the bites of the dog. Jem picked up a the man in surprise, “and I, a poor, ragged stone and ran to throw it at the dog.
stranger! No, no! I cannot take it, my young “See here, sir !" cried he; aren't you
aren't you friend." ashamed of yourself, to bite a poor pig in that “Oh, it is no such great matter to me," replied way–when he's only going along the road, too, Jem, cheerily; "you need it more than I, and and harming nobody?”.
may have to wait longer for your next meal ; “You'd better look out for yourself,” shouted | besides, I can get plenty of berries to eat, in the an angry voice, “and mind your own business! | peat-bog." I set that dog on the pig, myself.”
"May the Lord repay you !" said the old “And may I ask what for, sir ?"
man, “for I cannot, save with my blessing; “Why, for fun of course - just to see him but after all, it is no small thing to have the run," replied the boy-for the speaker was a grateful prayers of the hungry whom you hare boy, though older and larger than our friend. fed. "The blessing of the poor it maketa rich.'"
· Then you're the one that ought to be “I want no better pay,” answered Jem, as ashamed, instead of the dog," replied Jem, with a "good-by" he took the footpath which quietly; "that is all I have to say."
led to the bog. This, however, proved far" That will do very well," said the boy ;“ it's ther away than he had expected, and when at quite enough for the present. But what differ- last he reached it, he was obliged to sit down ence does it make to you, I should be pleased to , and rest. “Ah," sighed he, “this is a poor beknow? It's no pig of yours."
ginning for my day's work. I shall hardly get “Very true," replied Jem; " but my Uncle my basket full and be home by sundown ; but
-heigh-ho! what a fine song!” he cried, as a' But the path did not come to the wood as little robin lit on one of the tall bushes, and be- soon as he thought it would, and the clouds gan singing away as if his heart was so full of grew blacker and blacker. At last he found an joy that he could not keep still.
open space, covered with soft, thick grass, and * Are you the same fellow that I helped out of with bushes growing thickly about it. This, he trouble this morning ? I believe you are the judged, must be near the wood; but the storm very same, speckled breast and all, come to came up so fast, with such a strong wind, that give me thanks, and say you are sorry that you he thought best to stop there. So he bent the helped make me late. Well, never mind; we'll bushes around, making quite a close shelter, have a good time yet. You shall sing while I and then crept into his leafy house to wait till gather berries, and who knows but we may fill the storm should be over. I dare say some boys the basket, after all."
| would have been sadly frightened at thought of The bird seemed noways frightened at Jem's ( being alone in the woods during a thunderlong speech, but hopped along the ground on storm, but Jem had been better taught. The its straight, stiff, little legs, and dived so eagerly rain spoke to him of God's love, as well as the after the snails and worms that lay hidden in the sunshine. He knew that all the trees, and grass, that our friend laughed in spite of his plants, and flowers, and fields, had been thirsthunger and weariness.
ing for it a long time; that the little brooks “You mean to fill yours, at least,” he said, would once more go singing over the pebbles, "and set a good example for an idle fellow like and there would now be water enough to turn
the mill-wheel which had so long stood idle. Whether or not the robin was the same Jem So, though he would no doubt much rather had helped, he liked to fancy so. It stayed by have been at home in his snug chamber under him for some time, cheering him by its songs the rafters, where he knew the rain-drops made and odd, busy ways. There were not many soft, cooing music on the roof, yet he was not bilberries here; indeed, they were mostly red afraid, even when the sky grew dark, and the berries and unfit for eating ; so, when redbreast thunder crashed heavily, and the air was pierced flew away, the boy pushed further into the by the red tongues of the lightning, but closed bog, where they grew thickly, and soon he his eyes, and thought of the sweet words he had could no longer see the bottom of the basket learned at Sunday-schoolfor the ricb, blue-black clusters. Then he began, in fancy, to dispose of them. These he “ Him no danger e'er can harm would give to his mother; but next day, if he
Who cradled lies within Thine arm." could get leave, he would come again with a larger basket-yes, and bring this one, too-1
Down came the shower, swift and blinding, and sll them both with berries, which he would | with a noise like the rush of mighty wings, and. take to town and exchange for something yery | even in his leafy shelter, our friend was drenched pice. What should it be? A new calico dress with rain. By-and-bye, however, the drops fell for his mother, or a pair of shoes for himself slower and slower, then ceased entirely; the to wear to Sunday-school?
clouds broke away, and the sun shone forth in a The dress, of course ; for only last Sunday flood of glory. But it was quite low, would his mother stayed home from church for wapt soon be below the hills, and Jem was far from of one; and he could go barefoot till he earned home; so he hastened away, without stopping, the shoes in some other way. Very busy and as was his wont, to hear the bursts of music very happy was Jem, thinking how much money with which the birds were greeting the sunset. he would be able to earn as he grew older, and Nevertheless, the stars were throbbing in the how, some day, he might have enough to keep | sky, and the twilight shades were folded closely his mother in a nice house, with neat calico down over the earth when he gained the dresses for every-day wear, and a silk one for road. The way, as he passed the milestones, Sundays, pushing on through the thick bushes seemed to grow longer instead of shorter ; to pick the great berry clusters, never noticing for he was getting all the time more weary that clouds were sailing up, full of big drops and hungry. At last, just as it seemed to that were getting ready to come down and him he could go no farther, he espied the moisten the hot, dry earth. But at length he light in the cottage window. Joy lent him new beard the thunder speaking, “ yet a great way strength, and even quickened his footsteps as off,” telling of the work that must be done in he passed the familiar waymarks, till, ere long, filling up the brooks and rivers, and washing he had reached his humble but cheerful home, the grass-blades, leaves, and corn-stalks, and and returned his mother's joyful greeting. saw that the clouds were shutting away the Their plain supper of bread and fresh sunbeams, so that the air was cool and fresb, milk was sauced with Jem's well-earned biland that it was growing quite dark. Jem cast berries, and, after this and their simple devoa sorrowful glance at his basket, not yet full. tions, he gladly sought his little couch, that
« W e must be going, friend," said he : “but. | seemed softer than ever before to his tired limbs. if it does not cloud too fast, I'll pick by the way. | As he slept he dreamed-changeful dreams; Here is a nice path; and if it does rain, why, / some bright, some troubled. All the creatures the berries and I will get ourselves well | he had seen that day seemed to gather around wasbed, I suppose,"
I him. There were lambs, with long necklaces of
great red whortleberries, that got tangled about three fine lambs from the flock. Your mother his feet and tripped him up, so that he fell head. has promised to come, too, and mind the dairy long over two old men with crutches and spilled and farm-house." all the berries from his basket. Then he was Jem was almost too happy to speak. His alone in the woods, and great fierce dogs chased fondest hopes were realized." Here was the nice him, while he could not run at all for flocks of home for his mother and the work for himself. chickens that kept getting in bis way, till, at And here we will leave him, only saying that the last, a drove of pigs chased the dogs away, at kindness of heart which had won him friends, which he did not feel at all surprised. One never failed to keep them, neither did he ever never is surprised, you know, at the most un- forget that all our good gifts are from God. natural things happening in dreams. At length he saw a grey cloud, which grew white and clear, till it parted in the centre, showing a most lovely woman. Her face was that of the girl at the farm-house gate, only far more beautiful than any he had ever seen before. She held out to
EASY LESSONS. him a little box, upon which was written, in blue and silver letters-"The Reward of Kindness." As he took it, he heard the sound of sweet
BY PHEBE CARY. music, and, looking about him, saw that it came from a company of robins singing in the trees
Come, little children, come with me, beside him; but the red of their breasts seemed
Where the winds are singing merrily, turned to pure gold, and their wings were flash
As they toss the crimson clover ; ing with gems brighter than dew-drops in the
We'll walk on the hills and by the brooks, sunlight. He turned to open his box, when, And I'll show you stories in prettier books suddenly, a great light almost blinded him, and, Than the ones you are poring over. putting up his hands to shade his eyes, he awoke. The moon was shining softly in at the
Do you think you could learn to sing a song, window, and he lay a long time awake, thinking Though you drummed, and hummed it all day long, of the dream-lady, and wishing he could have Till hands and brains were aching, seen what was in the box before waking.
That would match the clear, untutored notes At last he slept again, and only woke when That drop from the pretty, tender throats the sun was far up in the sky, and the birds had Of birds, when the day is breaking ? left off singing for the more prosy work of hunting their breakfasts. He was too lame and Did you ever read, on any page, ill, from the cold he had taken, to rise either Though written with all the wisdom of age, that day or the next. The third morning he And all the truth of preaching, was surprised, on going to the window, to see
| Any lesson that taught you so plain the carriage of their most wealthy neighbour
Content with your humble work and gain, standing at the gate, and still more so when his
1 As the golden bee is teaching ? mother told him, with a more cheerful look
For see, as she floats on her airy wings, than she had worn since his father's death, that
How she sings and works, and works and sings, he was wanted below. Mr. Burns had with
Never stopping nor staying ; him a bappy-looking, neatly-dressed old gentleman, who claimed to be the one to whom Jem
Showing us clearly what to do
To make of duty a pleasure, too, had given all his dinner two days before.
And to make our work but playing, “And,” said Mr. Burns, “he is my father, who, not prospering in business, resolved to Do you suppose that a book can tell try a new country, while I remained at home. Maxims of prudence, half so well But, lately, there were sad fortunes for him, and As the little ant, who is telling he set off for England, without writing, to find To man, as she patiently goes and comes, me. It was a long journey across the sea for Bearing her precious grains and crumbs, one so feeble, and, soon after landing, he lost all / How want is kept from the dwelling? his money; 80 he was forced to beg his bread, and hardly would he have reached me but for Whatever a story can teach to you your kindness; and I have, from all who know Of the good a little thing may do, you, the good account I expected from that act.',
| The hidden brook is showing, “Your friend who owns the large dog," con
Whose quiet way is only seen tinued he, with a smile, “tells me you have a
" Because of its banks, so fresh and green,
i And the flowers beside it growing. great regard for the welfare of animals. Now, I have many sheep and cattle, beside various sorts
LS | If we go where the golden lily grows, of poultry, and every year I lose some wi
ome Where, clothed in raiment fine, she glows from the carelessness of those who tend them. Like a king in all his glory, I am sure you would care well for them, and if And ponder over each precious leaf, you will take that place, you shall have a pound. We shall find there, written bright and brief, a month, besides a good home, and every spring The words of a wondrous story
OUR PARIS CORRESPONDEN T.
leaves and trimmed with velvet carmélite, a maPolitical excitement has been great this last roon velvet sash, covered with a Marie Antoinette month in Paris, and all the animosity of party- fichu in black lace, a white bonnet trimmed spirit has been roused to the highest pitch at with the same colour as the trimming the prospect of the fall of the Temporal Power, of the dress, with an aigrette of diamonds which all seemed to think inevitable, both friends elegantly placed on one side. She was lovely and enemies; for few thought that the Emperor so the men say. The Princess Matilda had a would risk a second expedition to Rome. How- yellow satin-dress and jacket trimmed with ever, the French are again the guardians of the sable—the beautiful dark sable we call here Vatican and Garibaldi a prisoner. The atrocious zibeline; “The Princess Murat," a pearl-gray words of the general who commands the ex- dress, completely covered with Alençon lace; so pedition, General de Failly, in his despatch : you see there was both winter and summer, “ The Chassepot gun has done wonders"-Le and I very much fear that “Your Bohemian" is fusil Chassepot a fait merveille-continue to be too sanguine in his hopes when he relies on the commented on with great disgust by the liberal Society in Vienna for putting down long dresses; party, as well they may : one would think that for these Imperial ladies' trains were as long as the general was rendering an account of the ever, and the ladies in London will follow our trial of a new gun at Vincenne, where the aim fashions and not those of Vienna, without they is a target, and not of a carnage of fellow- have very pretty feet to show that may alter creatures. But the clerical party is not satisfied the case. Strange to say, it is an Austrian lady with Napoleon III., in spite of his care for the (the Princess de Metternich) that draws the Pope ; they want him to re-establish the old most quantity of silk behind her in Paris, as order of things, and divide Italy as before. It well as invents the greatest eccentricities in was noised abroad that such were his inten- | female attire and female manners. tions, and some had even given the kingdom Talking of Austria, I think of all the monarchs of Naples to Prince Napoleon. Maybe that that visited our Exhibition the Emperor of menaces to that effect have been the cause of Austria was the most amiable, and the most Victor-Emmanuel's conduct. I think how the cordially-received by the Parisians. Was it in Italians must love the French! We are won. I remembrance of the fate of Maximilian? I dering how the Emperor will get us out of think that had a great weight in our sympathies Rome again. As for the projected conference, for the young monarch, and wherever he went we have not much faith in its realization, and he was hailed with enthusiasm. At the great none in its settling the Roman question. The markets, les halles centrales, the women loaded Imperial speech, at the opening of Parliament him with bouquets and their finest fruit. He the other day, has made us for a while heedless thanked them, and said that the flowers he of all except turning and twisting the words of would keep for himself, but that the fruit should the speech about in every way, to see what we be sent to Vienna to the Empress, which was can make out of them. The quiet citizens see very graceful of him. One day at the Exhibiin it sure indications of peace, the restless and tion a little girl, anxious to get a glimpse of ambitious decided warlike intentions, and de- his Majesty, pushed through the crowd, exclaimlight in comparing certain passages in the King ing, “Which is the Emperor of Austria ?" of Prussia's address to his Lords and Commons François Joseph heard her, and took her up in with certain expressions of his Majesty of France. his arms, and said “This is the Emperor,'' and,
Several speeches are expected from our great smiling, gave her a kiss. Several similar anecorators in the coming discussions in the Corps dotes are told of him, and I confess they are Legislatif. There is expected to be an altera. much more edifying than those told of the tion in the laws of the press. Monsieur Emile monarchs and sons of monarchs that visited us Olivier, tired of waiting for his place of Minister at the commencement of the season. It seems of State, intends returning to his old party, he very much admired Paris, and paid Monsieur with proofs in hand that he might have been Hausmann several compliments on bis clever Minister had he chosen to submit to certain metamorphosis of the once narrow-streeted dirty ties in his acte. Idle tongues say that Mr. capital, and also pointed out other improvements Rouber permitted himself to smile at a Privy that might be wrought. “For instance,” said Council, after a speech of her Majesty Eugenie, he one day at the Exhibition, when in front of which highly offended the lady, as she has pre- the Trocaders, last year a picturesque rocky tensions to understand public affairs—while eminence, and now a monotonous smooth grassy people in general think she is more compe-| lawn, “it seems to me that Nature ought to tent to judge and regulate the colour and have placed a hill there in front of us: it would length of her dresses. And àpropos of dress, render the scenery so much more picturesque. you will not, perhaps, be sorry to know that I wonder, Monsieur le Prefet, you did not try to the Empresa wore a white eatin one at the correct Nature there," The Prefet bit his lipg ppening of the Chambres, figured with laurel. and esid pothing he had spent thousande in