"Now she has that," said the brownies, "Let flax be ever so dear, Will buy her clothes of the very best, All down into the lonesome glen, Through moist, rank grass, by twinkling streams, And when she came to the lonesome glen, She kept beside the burn, And neither plucked the strawberry-flower, And whilst she milked the mother ewe Within this lonesome glen, She wished that little Amy Were strong and well again. And soon as she had thought this thought, As if a thousand fairy-folk And then she heard a little voice, That spake aloud, "A human child "The lady-fern is all unbroke, The strawberry-flower unta'en! What shall be done for her who still From mischief can refrain ?" "Give her a fairy cake!" said one; "Grant her a wish!" said three ; "The latest wish that she has wished," Said all, "whate'er it be !" Kind Mabel heard the words they spoke, Thus happened it to Mabel Tis good to make all duty sweet, To be alert and kind; 'Tis good, like little Mabel, To have a willing mind. Mary Howitt. THE GATHERED FLOWER. THE summer comes to grove and dell, That sparkles through the sunny hours. We found it in the old green lane, But feeble was his step and slow, Crept o'er my troubled sleep that night. The sun it sank; the sun it rose; Still drooped my boy, still lived his flower; He laughed with joy to see it close Its petals at the evening hour. "Mother, when I am well again," He sweetly answered to my kiss, "I'll fetch you from our old green lane Another little flower like this!" Next day my heart was strangely moved, How calm he sleeps at twilight hour! Oh, sunless are the summer days! The cuckoo now no music makes; God sent a little messenger To win my heart from earth to heaven; I bless Him for the joys that were H. Johnston. THE LARK AND THE ROOK. "Good night, Sir Rook," said a little Lark, "The daylight fades, it will soon be dark; I've bathed my wings in the sun's last ray, I've sung my hymn to the dying day; So now I haste to my quiet nook In yon dewy meadow; good night, Sir Rook." "Good night, poor Lark," said his titled friend, With a haughty toss, and a distant bend; "I also go to my rest profound, But not to sleep on the cold damp ground; Is the topmost bough of yon tall pine-tree. "I opened my eyes at peep of day, And saw you taking your upward way, "I trod the park with a princely air, I filled my crop with the richest fare, I caw'd all day 'mid a lordly crew, And I made more noise in the world than you. The sun shone forth on my ebon wing; I looked and wondered: good night, poor thing!" "Good night, once more," said the Lark's sweet voice; “I see no cause to repent my choice: You build your nest in the lofty pine, But is your slumber more soft than mine? LITTLE CHRISTIAN. COME hither, little Christian, I'll teach thee what the daily life When a Christian child awaketh, He should think of God in heaven, And softly say, "I thank Thee, Lord, For the sleep which Thou hast given." He must say when he ariseth, He reverently kneeleth To pray beside his bed; With closed eyes and humble voice And as he thus approachetn He goeth from his chamber To his work or to his play; He hath asked to be obedient, His parents' bidding cheerfully, |