SOMETHING THAT BEGINS WITH AN "S.

CHILD'S WORLD.

[To be given by a very little boy.]

"I know what I'm going to be when I get big," said Vickery. "What's that?" asked Vickery's mother.

"Something that begins with an "S."

"Shoemaker ?"

"No."

"Sailor?"

"No."

"Soldier ?"

"No."

"What then?"

"Stronomer!" said Vickery.

WATCH YOURSELF.

CHILD'S WORLD.

[Naturally and distinctly.]

"we had a schoolOne day he called your books!' The

"When I was a school-boy," said an old man, master who had an odd way of catching boys. out to us, 'Boys, I must have close attention to first one of you that sees another boy idle, I want you to inform me, and I will attend to his case.' Ah, thought I to myself, there's Joe Simmins that I don't like. I'll watch him, and if I see him look off his book I'll tell. It was not long before I saw Joe look off his book, and immediately I informed the master. 'Indeed,' said he, 'and how did you know he was idle?' 'I saw him,' said I. 'You did? And were your eyes on your book when you saw him?' I was caught, and I never watched for the boys again!"

DO NOT WAIT.

ANON.

[To be spoken by a little girl.]

"I wish I was a big woman to help you, mother," said a little girl.

'Bring mother's thimble; that will help me," said mother, smiling.

Just as if God meant for little children to grow up before helping their dear parents! No, no! God gave them two nimble feet on purpose for them to take steps for mother, and eight fingers and two thumbs on purpose to bring and carry for her!

HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN.

SUSAN COOLIDGE.

[With simpleness and life.]

I'll tell you how the leaves came down;
The great Tree to his children said,
"You're getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red;

It is quite time you went to bed.

"Ah!" begged each silly, pouting leaf,

"Let us a little longer stay!

Dear father Tree, behold our grief—

'Tis such a very pleasant day
We do not want to go away."

So, just for one more merry day,

To the great Tree the leaflets clung,
Frolicked and danced, and had their way,
Upon the autumn breezes swung,
Whispering all their sports among.

"Perhaps the great Tree will forget
And let us stay until the spring,
If we all beg, and coax, and fret."
But the great Tree did no such thing;
He smiled to hear their whispering.

แ

"Come, children, all to bed!" he cried;
And, ere the leaves could urge their prayer,
He shook his head, and far and wide,

Fluttering and rustling everywhere
Down sped the leaflets through the air.

I saw them; on the ground they lay,
Golden and red, a huddled swarm,
Waiting till one from far away,

White bed-clothes heaped upon her arm,
Should come to wrap them safe and warm.

The great bare Tree looked down and smiled,
"Good-night, dear little leaves," he said;
And, from below, each sleepy child
Replied, "Good-night," and murmured
"It is so nice to go to bed."

BOYS, THINK OF THIS!

[Boldly and forcibly.]

Boys, did you ever think that this world, with all its wealth and woe, with all its mines and mountains, oceans, seas and rivers-with with all its shipping, its steamboats, railroads and magnetic telegraphs-with all its millions of grouping men, and all the science and progress of ages, will soon be given over to the boys of the present age-boys like you? Believe it, and look abroad upon your inheritance, and get ready to enter upon its possession. The presidents, kings, governors, statesmen, philosophers, ministers, teachers, men of the future-all are boys now.

The children shout with laughter,
The uproar louder grows;
Even grandma chuckles faintly,
And Johnny chirps and crows.
There ne'er was gilded painting,
Hung up in lordly hall,
Gave half the simple pleasure
Of this rabbit on the wall.

All.

SPRING.

ANON.

[For a class of little ones in two divisions. Briskly.]

Spring, Spring, beautiful Spring
Is come, is come, is come!

On the hills the grass is springing,

On the trees the birds are singing;
All the air is soft with showers,

Fields and woods are bright with flowers;
All things beauty and gladness bring,
With Spring returning, delightsome Spring!
Spring, Spring!

Lovely Spring!

Welcome, welcome, welcome Spring.

Carefully turn the furrowed land,
Scatter the seed on every hand;
Faithful labor is never in vain,

Faithful sowing shall harvest again.
Heaven shall send the sun and rain,
Crown the Autumn with store of grain.
Trust, trust, Heaven shall send
Bounteous blessings without end.