A STAG was one day drinking in a smooth stream, in which he saw himself as in a glass. For a time he stood looking at his image from head to foot. At last he broke out, "Ah, what a fine pair of horns I havehow they set off my head. If the rest of my body were as good, I would be as fine as any one I know; but these legs of mine are so thin, I really feel ashamed of them. People may say what they like about my

running, but I would almost as soon have no legs as such things as these." Just then, he hears the huntsman's horn, and runs off in great alarm, with horses and hounds after him. He very soon left them far behind, till, alas, his fine horns got caught in a thicket, and held him fast till the dogs seized him. As he was dying, he could not help crying out, "Ah, these horns I admired have been my death, and the legs I thought so little of, were the only thing that could have saved

me."

How often do we pride ourselves on what is of les value than that of which we are ready to think ill.

As you would have others do to you, do you to them.

Fear God and you need not fear man.

Giving is better than getting.

Hear no harm of any one.

Ill doing never pays.

Jewels need to be cut to shine.

Keep a promise whatever it costs.

Lying lips the Lord hateth.

Many go out for wool and come home shorn.
Never be afraid of the truth.

Obey your father and your mother and it will be well

with you.

Praise any one but yourself.

Quiet breast, quiet rest.

Rolling stones gather no moss.

Show me a liar and I'll show you a thief.

The eye, that sees all things, does not see itself.

Upward and onward.

Vex no one, if you can help it.

Work and Pray.

Youth is the best part of life.

Zeal needs sense to guide it.

Then jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle,
Bells and hoofs are gay;

Clack clack! clack! clack!
Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter,
Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle,
What a merry lay ;

Clack clack! clatter,
As we dash away.

Away! away! our hearts gay,
And need not breathe, by night or day,
A sigh for summer pleasure;
The merry bells ring gaily out,
Our lips keep time with song and shout,
And laugh in happy measure.

Then jingle, &c.

NELLY and Mary Grey went on a winter day to a village not far off, where their aunt lived. When it was time to go back, they set out to get home again. But a heavy snowstorm came on just as they were going through a fir wood, and the air got so full of the flakes

did not know

that they could not see their way, and where they were, or what road to take. Close by they saw a hollow in the bank at the side of their path, and crept into it, but they had the sense to tie their red handkerchief to a big bush that leaned over the hollow, before they did so. Now came the dark night, and the tempest grew harder and harder, and soon blew so much snow against the mouth of the hollow that it was closed up, and they could only hear the owl hooting and the wind howling outside. Oh how these poor children cried! They thought they must surely be there till they died of hunger. But God took care of them, as you will see.

When their father and mother saw that they did not come home, you may be sure they were in great trouble. The father set off to the aunt, to see if they were still with her, and when he found they had left for home, all the neighbours were told what had happened, and came out to the woods with shovels, to see the children, and dig them out, if they found where they were. After a long time, one man saw a bit of red cloth sticking up above the snow, and when they came near it was seen to be the handkerchief of one of the girls. So they set to work and dug away at the snow, and the poor girls inside heard them, and called out that they were alive, and to dig on fast.

In a little while they got the mouth of the hollow opened, and there were the two safe. The bush above the hole had kept the snow from driving over them and choking them. And every one was very, very glad.