was chosen for the sun, "because his face was so bright." He stood on a chair. As the piano gave a few interchanging chords, the sun began to go down slowly. Immediately after sunset, one little star came out, then another, and another, till the whole sky was filled and reverently and softly they sang :

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How we wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
"When the glorious sun has set,
And the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light-
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

"When the golden sun doth rise,

And fills with shining light the skies,
Then you fade away from sight
And shine no more till comes the
night."

As this last stanza was sung, the sun slowly rose, and the little stars one by one faded away as silently as they had come out. During the whole of this, the Kindergarten was as silent as midnight, and one almost felt in awe and wonder face to face with the heavenly bodies.

Again a sun was selected and stood on a chair. On the opposite side of the circle stood another chair for "Lady Moon," who was selected. Clustered close around the sun were six or eight little ones for sunbeams to be sent down from the sun. Close to "Lady Moon" were her little fairy moonbeams, ready for their journey down to the sleeping world. When all was in readiness, Miss Hill said to the little ones still seated in their chairs on circle, "Now, little children, the sun has set and the moon and

stars are not quite out. Let me see all my children asleep, before the moon rises, so the moonbeams can come down and shine on you." The circle was a home, Miss Hill the mother who went around and tucked all the little ones in for the night. Each hand was under the head for a pillow, and each pair of eyes were closed as restfully as in sleep. When all was still as night the piano began a lullaby and the mother sang in softest tones :

Sleep, children sleep,

The large stars are the sheep,

The little stars are the lambs I guess, And the big moon is the shepherdess; Sleep, children, sleep.

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As her voice ceased, the piano began that exquisite first movement of the Moonlight Sonata. With this the moon rose slowly and one by one with waving and rhythmical movements of the arms, the moonbeams came into the circle and silently glided from one to another of the little sleepers. When this music ceased another piece of the same description gave the signal to the moonbeams that daylight was coming, and one by one they stole away till they reached the moon, when moon and all sank slowly downward.

While this was going on, the sun on the opposite side was silently rising, till a burst of sprightly music sent all the sunbeams on their journey. Their mission was to waken the sleepers, and never did they stop till every little one was stretching and yawning. When all were in their chairs again Miss Hill said, "Who would like to sing our story about Lady Moon and the baby?" Every hand went up as a signal to begin and they sang the moon song, from Miss Smith's

song book, changed for the children in

this way:

Lovely moon, Lovely moon

Sailing so high,

Come down to baby
From out of the sky.

Little child, little child,
Far down below

I send my moonlight,
But I can not go.

Lady Moon sendeth thee
Soft shining beams,
Smiles on the children,
While dreaming sweet dreams.
In her home dark and blue

Tho' she must stay,
Kindly she'll watch thee
Till dawns the new day."

MOONBEAM FAIRIES.

One night just after the sun had set, Lady Moon called all her little moonbeam fairies close around her and said, "Children, I want you to go down to the world to-night, and shine on all the homes, into all the windows, and on all the sleepers you can find. See if you can not smooth the wrinkles out of tired foreheads and bring a smile on all the sad faces. When daylight dawns, you may come back and tell me all about what you have done for the world below." So away they glided and shone their

brightest and loveliest on many homes, and their sleeping ones all night. And when the day began to dawn, the lovely Lady Moon clustered all her happy fairies about her and said, "Dear children, I know you have done a great deal for the world below, because you look so bright and happy." Some little moonbeams close by looked as though they could not keep still any longer. So Lady Moon said to them, "Well, children, what have you done that makes you so happy?

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"O, Lady Moon," they said, "We started down last night, and the first thing we came to was a broad window. We glided in as softly as possible, and what do you think we saw? Why, the dearest cradle, with a lovely baby lying in it fast asleep. It looked so sweet and fair that we could not help shining right down on the little head. We danced among the golden curls and kissed the white, closed eyelids, until we saw a sweet smile come on the baby's face; then we thought we had better go. we started out of the window we saw a chair by the crib, and on it stood the baby's shoes and socks and all the clothes that had been worn that day. We knew they were just taken off, for they were still warm, and the sleeve stood out as though baby's little fat arm were still in it. The shoes had worn places at the toes, that looked very much as if the baby had been crawling. So we gave one shine on the clothes and shoes, and one peep down into the holes in the toes and then came straight home.”

Lady Moon smiled at these happy moonbeams and turning to the next ones she said, "Now tell, little ones, what you have been doing all night."

"O, Lady Moon," they said, "we did help the world last night, and it

made us so happy that we can hardly wait till night comes to go down again. We started as you said 'good-bye,' and the first house we came to was a very poor one. It was dark and we wondered how we ever would get into it. But we found a very narrow window, so we glided through into a small room. On a

bed in the corner were two little children and their mother, all fast asleep. The children's faces seemed bright, but the mother's face looked very worn and tired. So we shone all about her face as softly and lovingly as we could, and soon all the tired look was gone and a sweet, restful look came in its place. Then we shone on her needle and thread near by, in hopes they might help her fingers to sew even faster next day, and then we came to you." "Oh," said Lady Moon, "Be sure some of you go to her again to-night, for you did do her good."

"Now, Lady Moon," said another group, "can we tell you next what we did, for we want you to know about it?" 'Yes, indeed," said Lady Moon, "Let me hear how you helped." They said, "We have a queer story, and do not know whether you will think it the best thing to have done, but we did what we thought was right. Last night we came dancing and waving down, and before we could stop ourselves, we were right in a room shining on a bed. In the bed was a little boy named Tommie, with the ugliest, cross looking face! At first we wished we had never gotten into such a place, for who wants to shine down on a face so ugly and pouting? But we remembered your word 'help,' so we thought we would try to see how we could help things before we left. Just then we found out what made Tommie's face have such a scowl on it. That day he had become very angry with his brother

and had actually kicked him with his shoes on. This was what made him unhappy in his sleep. So we shined on him as gently and lovingly as we could. We hunted up the kicking foot and shined on it, hoping this would help him to use it aright the next day. Before we left we even found the shoe he had on the kicking foot and shined right in it, thinking that too might help. Before we left, the wrinkles had gone out of his forehead and the puckers out of his mouth. We saw him smile in his sleep and throw his arm close round his brother. Then we knew our work was done, so we came home to tell you all about it." Then Lady Moon smiled her sweetest and said, "I think Tommie and his brother will spend a happier day because of your visit to them."

Still some other moonbeams being close by, Lady Moon said, "Did you do anything to help the world last night?" "Yes, Lady Moon," they said, "We did all we could in the streets outside. We found so many people going home late from work, that we thought we could help them by lighting their way. So while we were thinking just how we could help most, a man came walking by. He had been hard at work all day, so that he could care for mother and the little ones at home, and he looked very weary. We danced all along his pathway, making it as bright as we could, and when the people stopped passing we came home too."

Then Lady Moon said, "Dear little, children, I think the whole world will be happier and brighter to-morrow because of our night's work;" and as she talked her voice grew quieter, and softer-and slower-till finally it died away, and presently the whole sky was shining with the morning sunbeams.

DON'T SAY "DON'T." There is one little word that baby need never hear if he has a wise mamma, and that little word is "don't." Some mothers can hardly be made to believe it, but it has been proven over and over again. It might seem a dangerous experiment to give a two-year-old child the freedom of the whole house without placing any restrictions upon him, yet it is an easy matter if begun early and done wisely.

When baby toddles to the low book shelves and begins to pull book after book out of the lower rows, a call from mother's sweet voice: "Come, darling, mother has something for you to do!" will arouse his interest, and the books are left lying on the floor, while he goes to help mamma. He is given a book to put on the lowest shelf of the case and if he hesitates, mamma goes with him, and lo! when they arrive at the case they find many more deposited on the floor. Without a word of surprise mamma says, "Oh, here are some more pretty books for baby to put away; see, mamma will help him," and she hands him the books while he puts them away, with her help, maybe. She tries to make him see how the large books are all together and the smaller ones above. A few such lessons A few such lessons will impress the child and before the mother is aware, the little fellow is deeply interested in the order of the book-case.

Bric-a-brac is a great temptation to little folks. If baby and If baby and bric-a-brac can not be kept in the same room, there are few but would decide in favor of baby's attractions as the greater addition to the beauty of the home. But both

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with careful thought can be kept. If baby's little hand is found curled around a rare bit of china, put out your hand and say in a kind tone, "Give it to mamma!" If he does not give it, pick up something that will interest him and offer it, saying, "See, baby! mamma will give you this pretty thing. baby give mamma something, too?" Do not demand, and without doubt baby will yield up his prize gladly. Give it to him several times and let him hand it back. These same tactics can be used in many instances, and a loving, earnest. mother would rather, in any case, have her most valuable treasures spoiled than that her child be injured in disposition or treated with anything but love. The word "don't" used often, destroys baby's sweet faith in his mother; she grows to seem nothing but a preventer of his joy, robbing him of pleasure and consequently exciting him to new mischief. Always take away the wrong thing by giving him the right thing to do and he will grow daily in self-reliance and order, and always obey mother's slightest word, knowing it is for the best.

-- P THE LABOR PROBLEM AND THE CHILD.

One of the greatest of the many perplexing problems given us to meet, cis that of giving the children of wealth a proper respect for labor. Here are some good suggestions by an experienced Kindergartner who had in her charge. children who needed this virtue cultivated.

In studying about the Puritans after Thanksgiving week, their hardships and toil were emphasized. The children built log-houses and were led to appre