The sweet, bal-my air of ear-ly day cool-ed his throb-bing brow, and his tears gra-du-al-ly ceas-ed to flow; but his lit-tle breast heav-ed now and then with sobs as the storm of grief sub-si-ded.

And in due time Thy mighty pow-er Will give the spring, with sun and shower, The o-pen-ing leaf, the ear-ly flow-er, And birds in e-ve-ry wood-land bow-er Will sing to glad-den earth.

Though in the corn that waves a-round Are thorns, and many hurt-ful weeds, That spring in e-ven good-ly ground And plant-ed thick with choic-est seeds; Though in our hearts, how-e-ver taught And trained to guard them-selves from sin, The good is mixed with evil thought Our en-e-my has sown there-in, God's plant-ing shall not be o'er-thrown

But there, un-der the shel-ter of the high corn, were the friend-ly hands work-ing mi-ra-cles; ga-ther-ing up the corn, and put-ting it in-to sheaves in a man-ner that could not be e-qual-led by mor-tal hands.

It was found that his knee was bad-ly hurt, and that he must not get out of bed for a month.

[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.

" So naugh-ty Nel-ly sli-ly took What kind Mam-ma had bought her,

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!

* * 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.

For though so hard to Snip at first, At last it chanced that she A sort of soft emotion felt Towards one Timothy, A butcherGreen by name, but red In face, as was his cap, And though he seldom tasted wine, A port-ly sort of chap.

He was hun-gry and wea-ry, and had a great sor-row at his heart, for he had lost his fa-ther in the ear-ly spring, leav-ing his mo-ther to toil for a scant live-li-hood to sup-port her-self and him.

The old lock-er was o-pen-ed, and his on-ly shoes, trea-sur-ed for high-days and ho-li-days, were ta-ken out and brush-ed up, as was al-so his best suit, which was in-deed ve-ry lit-tle bet-ter than the care-ful-ly mend-ed suit of his e-ve-ry-day wear.

You should hear them laugh and shout As they fling the snow about! 'Tis by Frank and Gus alone That the balls are chief-ly thrown, While their cou-sins make and bring Other balls for them to fling.

And then we need not fear; But when from earth-ly toil we rest, We all shall meet a-mong the blest Who served Him tru-ly here.

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

He came no more to the house, but stayed in the barn and grew ver-y weak, till he could hard-ly walk.

By world-ly weeds that cling a-bout His corn; and what He hath not sown Shall in His time be root-ed out.

The lit-tle birds by God are fed But man must earn his dai-ly bread, And work that he may eat; Striv-ing his best, as John does now, The broad ten-acre field to plough, Where-in to sow the wheat.

All a-round us swells the cho-rus From this good-ly world of ours, And earth's al-tar stands be-fore us Sweet with in-cense from her flow-ers.