HAVE you

heard the waters singing,

Little May,

Where the willows green are leaning

O'er their way ?

Do you know how low and sweet,
O'er the pebbles at their feet,

Are the words the waves repeat,
Night and day?

Have you

heard the robins singing,

Little one,

Where the rosy day is breaking,-
When 'tis done?

Have

you heard the wooing breeze,
In the blossom'd orchard trees,
And the drowsy hum of bees
In the sun?

All the earth is full of music,
Little May;

Bird and bee and water singing

On its way.

Let their silver voices fall

On thy heart with happy call:
"Praise the Lord, who loveth all,
Night and day."

E. H. MILLER.

A HOUND that had been one of the fastest and best in its day had grown old and weak, and had lost most of its teeth. One day, however, when its master was hunting a wild boar, it chanced to be nearest when the great beast was run into a corner, and it seized hold of him. But it had not strength or teeth to hold him, and the boar broke away, and ran off again.

The master, on seeing this, came up to the poor hound very angry, and began to scold it. But the hound, looking up at him, said, "Oh, don't scold me; it is not want of will, but want of power. If I cannot do what you wish now, do not forget what I have done in other days."

WRITING COPY.-4.

Doing is before talking.

BE to others kind and true,
you

As you'd have others be to you;
And neither do nor say to men
Whate'er you would not take again.

It was a cold, hard winter, and little Mina each day swept all the crumbs into a plate and kept them; and twice a day she went out round the yard and strewed them about, and the little birds flew down and picked them up. But Mina's hands trembled for cold when she came in again. Then her father and her mother watched her without her knowing it, and were greatly pleased at seeing her so kind.

"Why do you do this, Mina?" said her father, one day.

"All the ground is covered with snow," answered Mina, "and the little birds cannot get anything to eat. They are poor now; that is Just as rich people feed and take care of poor people.".

why I feed them.

"But," said her father, "you can't take care of them all."

"Then, father," answered Mina, "don't all the children in the whole world do as I am doing? If they all did, the little birds would have plenty."

WRITING COPY.—5.

Every dog has its day.

1

None but the lark so shrill and clear ;
Now at heaven's gates he claps his wings,
The morn not waking till he sings.
Hark! hark, with what a pretty throat
Poor robin redbreast tunes his note;
Hark, how the jolly cuckoos sing
Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring!
Cuckoo, to welcome in the spring!

SPRING.

SPRING, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king,

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring;

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing
Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo.

The Palm and May make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune their merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug, jug, pu we, to witta woo.

WRITING COPY.-6.

Fast bind, fast find.

1. Thou shalt have no more gods but me;
2. Before no idol bow thy knee;

3. Take not the name of God in vain; 4. Nor dare the Sabbath-day profane; 5. Give both thy parents honour due ; 6. Take heed that thou no murder do; 7. Abstain from words and deeds unclean; 8. Nor steal, tho' thou be poor and mean; 9. Nor make a wilful lie, nor love it; 10. What is thy neighbour's do not covet.

THE SUM OF THE WHOLE TEN.

With all thy soul love God above,
And as thyself thy neighbour love.

WRITING COPY.-7.

Good done is good • good won.