The tawdry tulip-The rose-Drawing without a pencil-The large dog with a brass collar-Barnard the citizen, having no taste for rural life, is unhappy in the country-Rushton, a dear lover of nature, is delighted with the skies, fields, trees, hills, valleys, flocks, herds, and birds.

"I WISH I could draw, father," said Edward Haughton, holding up a tawdry picture of a tulip. "See here, what a fine flower William

Holt has given me! I should like to learn to draw."

"You are too young yet," replied Mr. Haughton, "to begin, and must first learn other things: but after awhile, perhaps, you may be taught to draw as well, or better, than William Holt can; for this picture of a tulip is a very faulty one. It has plenty of red, and purple, and yellow in it; but something else besides gaudy colours is wanted to imitate flowers.

The red, the yellow, and the blue
Should blended be discreetly
With tints and shades of every hue,
All harmonizing sweetly.

William Holt will do well to try to improve. To be able to draw well is very pleasant and useful, and I trust that some day you will be able to do it: I will gladly give you all the help in my power."

Edwin appeared pleased with the thought that he should at some future time learn to draw; but as all that his father could say about the picture of the tulip, which he held in his hand, did not prevent him from looking on it as a very clever thing, the following conversation was carried on.

"Well, father, if I could draw a tulip like this I should be satisfied."

"You think so now, Edwin; but, as you get more knowledge, your opinon will alter."