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will be much more useful to me than you are at présent; for very often when there is something that you could do, I say, 'No, I will do it my
I self, for Jane will have so much to say, and will make such a parade about it, that she will cause me more trouble than she will save.' But I wish you to begin now to learn the quiet way of going about everything, and then you will be a very great help to me.”
Jane had many opportunities throughout the day of practising her new lesson, and she felt amply repaid by her mother's smile, and approving looks, and resolved ever afterwards to try the quiet way in preference to the bustling way.
OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray;
And, when I crossed the wild,
The solitary child.
No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ;
She dwelt on a wide moor, —
Beside a human door!
You yet may spy the fawn at play,
The hare upon the green ;
Will never more be seen.
To-night will be a stormy nigh
And take a lantern, child, to light
Your mother through the snow.”
That, father, will I gladly do ;
"Tis scarcely afternoon The minster clock has just struck two,
And yonder is the moon."
At this the father raised his hook
And snapped a fagot band ;
The lantern in her hand.
Not blither is the mountain roe :
With many a wanton stroke
That rises up like smoke.
The storm came on before its time;
She wandered up and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb,
But never reached the town.
The wretched parents, all that night,
Went shouting far and wide;
To serve them for a guide.
At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood
A furlong from their door.
They wept, and turning homeward, cried,
“In heaven we all shall meet!”
When in the snow the mother spied
The print of Lucy's feet.
They tracked the foot-marks small;
And by the long stone wall ;
And then an open field they crossed ;
The marks were still the same;
And to the bridge they came.
The foot-marks, one by one,
And further there were none !
Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living child;
Upon the lonesome wild.
O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind ;
THE SPIDER'S WEB.
A YOUNG prince used often to wonder for what purpose God had made flies and spiders, as he could not see, he said, what use they were of to men, and, if he One day,
had the power, he would kill them all. after a great battle, this prince was obliged to hide himself from his enemies; and wandering about in a wood, he lay down very tired beneath a tree, and fell asleep. A soldier passing by, who belonged to the enemy, was quietly drawing near with his sword to kill the prince, when suddenly a fly stung his lip, and awoke him. Seeing his danger, he sprang to his feet, and quickly made the soldier run off.
That night the prince again hid himself, in a cave in the same wood; and during the night a spider wove her web across the entrance. Two soldiers belonging to the army which had defeated him, and who were looking for the prince, passed the cave in the morning, and the prince heard their conversation. “Look !” cried one of them, “he is surely concealed in this cave.” No," replied the other, " that is impossible ; for if he had gone in there he would have brushed down the spider's web at the entrance.”
When they had gone away, the prince raised his hands and eyes to heaven, and thanked God for such goodness, in yesterday saving his life by means of a fly, and now again by a spider ; and acknowledged that the ways and works of God are perfectly good and wise.
THE FOX AND THE CROW.
A Crow, who stole a piece of cheese,
When, lo ! a Fox came prowling by,
THE POOR MAN AND THE RICH MAN,
In olden times, when fairies walked the earth in the form of men, it happened that one of them, while he was wandering about very tired, saw night coming upon him before he had found a shelter. But there stood on the road, close by, two houses opposite to