* * 23 ma'am dis suade' re spect'a ble shuf' fled dan' ger ous grate' ful wist' ful ly mit' tens outstretched' res' cue un daunt' ed an' ti qua ted A LITTLE LADY.[001] Going down a very steep street, where the pavement was covered with ice, I saw before me an old woman, slowly and timidly picking her way.

He sigh-ed as he look-ed up-on such a-bun-dance, which would have di-ned sump-tu-ous-ly his own na-tive vil-lage.

As Wil-lie lay down that night, full of gra-ti-tude for his great good for-tune, and think-ing of his home, to which he knew he should so soon re-turn to take hap-pi-ness to his fond mo-ther, he was sud-den-ly a-rous-ed by screams of ter-ror and cries of a-larm.

Old Win-ter is blow-ing his gusts a-long, And mer-ri-ly shak-ing the tree: From morn-ing to night he will sing us his song, Now moan-ing and short, now bold-ly and long; His voice it is loud, for his lungs are so strong, And a mer-ry old fel-low is he.

Old Win-ter is blow-ing his gusts a-long, And mer-ri-ly shak-ing the tree: From morn-ing to night he will sing us his song, Now moan-ing and short, now bold-ly and long; His voice it is loud, for his lungs are so strong, And a mer-ry old fel-low is he.

[Illustration] With books and toys, what-e'er is best, His com-rades seek him, one and all, And shy-ly peep-ing through the rest, Poor lit-tle Ro-sa brings her ball.

Why, Ro-ver, is quite good and tame You need not be a-fraid; He on-ly wants to have a game, You sil-ly lit-tle maid!

He sigh-ed as he look-ed up-on such a-bun-dance, which would have di-ned sump-tu-ous-ly his own na-tive vil-lage.

"My dear child," he said, slowly and impressively, "you are rich, not poor; im-mense-ly rich!

[Illustration: The Ri-ver Horse a-mong the reeds Of A-fric's lone-ly ri-vers feeds.]