ribbons and dresses round you are mostly from the dyes got from trees and plants. The India rubber on the desk is the juice of a tree, and so is the gum in the bottle, and the cork is from the bark of a tree. If it were not for what grows we could have only stone or mud huts, with stone doors or with none, or houses of glass and iron, or the like; and if all that grows were taken away from our dress, we should have to put on the skins of sheep or other creatures. Just look round you, and think what would be left if there were no trees and no plants!

WRITING COPY.-23.

Waste brings want.

THE BULL AND THE FLY.

A FLY once sat on a bull's horn. The bull just then gave a deep low. "Am I too heavy for you?" said the fly. "I did not know you were there till you told me," answered the bull. Take care that you don't, like the fly, think too much of yourself.

Withered leaves, one, two, and three,

From the lofty elder tree!

Through the calm and frosty air
Of this morning bright and fair,
Eddying round and round they sink,
Softly, slowly.

But the kitten how she starts,
Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts!
First at one, and then its fellow,
Just as light, and just as yellow.
There are many now,-now one,-
Now they stop, and there are none.
With a tiger leap, half way
Now she meets the coming prey;
Lets it go as fast, and then

Has it in her power again.

WORDSWORTH.

WRITING COPY.-24.

X Y Z X Y Z

MAMMA sat in her garden, on a garden chair, making up fine flowers for the table at dinner time, and Mary and John sat on stools at her feet, busy shelling peas from their pods.

Then the little one said, "Mamma, does the good God see that I am so busy, and help you so well?" "Yes, indeed, he does," said his mamma, "and he is glad to see you busy, for He loves those who are not idle." "But I don't see Him doing any-thing," said the boy. "Yes, my dear boy, you do, if you were only to think of it," replied the mother. The boy looked up with great eyes, and his sister said, "Ah, mamma, you only joke. My papa always says we cannot see God." "That is quite true," said his mamma, "no one can see God; but we can all see that He is always at work, both by night and by day. God never puts his hand in his bosom. He is always first up, before it is day, and then sends out the dear sun, and tells it where it is to go and where it is to shine. When it has shone enough, He puts clouds in the sky,

and makes it rain. Then, an-other time, He sends out the winds to dry the earth. He looks after all things, how they spring, and grow green and blossom, and helps them if they be like to fail. So you see He has his hands always full of work. And when it is night He draws a dark veil over the sky to cool all things, and give them sweet rest, and strews the bright stars over it; and often he comes forth by night and waters the earth, and then, in the dawn, there hang the clear dew-drops on the grass where He has been."

"Then does He come to us?" asked the little boy. Yes, indeed," replied his mother, "and He sends his angels, as well, to take care of good children, and see that no harm comes to them.' "Ah!" said little Mary, "how I would like to see an angel." "You cannot see an angel any more than you can see God," said her mamma, "but if you are very good you will go to heaven some day, and see a great many angels."

"I will watch all night, some time," said the boy, "and shut my eyes to make the angel think I am asleep, and then I will open them just a little, and perhaps he will be sitting on my bed, and then I shall see him."

"You can try," said his mamma, "but I fear you will close your eyes before you think."