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opment. Two boys were once of a class in the Edinburgh grammar-school: John ever trim, precise, and dux; Walter ever slovenly, confused, and dolt. In due time John became Baillie John of Hunter-Square, and Walter became Sir Walter Scott of the Universe.
The quickest and completest of all vegetables is the cabbage.
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL.
R. W. EMERSON.
The Mountain and the Squirrel
THE LARK AND THE ROOK.
“GOOD-NIGHT, Sir Rook!” said a little lark, “ The daylight fades; it will soon be dark; I've bathed my wings in the sun's last ray, I've sung my hymn to the parting day; So now I haste to my quiet nook In yon dewy meadow - good-night, Sir Rook !”
“Good-night, poor Lark,” said his titled friend, With a haughty toss and a distant bend; “I also go to my rest profound, But not to sleep on the cold, damp ground: The fittest place for a bird like me Is the topmost bough of yon tall pine-tree.
“I opened my eyes at peep of day
“I trod the park with a princely air,
“Good-night, once more,” said the lark's sweet voice, “I see no cause to repent my choice; You build your nest in the lofty pine, But is your slumber more sweet than mine? You make more noise in the world than I, But whose is the sweeter minstrelsy?”
THE GOOSE WITH THE GOLDEN EGGS.
A CERTAIN man had the good fortune to possess a goose which laid him a golden egg every day. But dissatisfied with so slow an income, and thinking to seize the whole treasure at once, he killed the goose and, cutting her open, found her just what any other goose would be.
Much wants more and loses all.
THE CAMEL'S NOSE.
Lydia H. SIGOURNEY.
ONCE in his shop a workman wrought,
Since no denial word was said,
O youthful hearts to gladness born,
THE WOODPECKER AND THE DOVE.
TRANSLATED BY EDITORS. FROM THE GERMAN.
A WOODPECKER and a Dove had been visiting a Peacock. “How did you like our host ?” asked the Woodpecker after they had left. “Is he not a disagreeable creature ? His vanity, his shapeless feet, his horrid voice, are unbearable, aren't they ?”
“I had no time," answered the gentle dove, “to notice these things,” I was so occupied with the beauty of his head, the gorgeousness of his colors, and the majesty of his train.”
RICHARD C. TRENCH.
A DEW-DROP, falling on the ocean-wave,
THE MISER AND HIS THREE SONS.
Poor Dick, the happiest silly fellow I ever knew, was of the number of those good-natured creatures that are said to do no harm to any but themselves. Whenever he fell into any misery, he called it “seeing life.” If his head was broken by a chairman, or his pocket picked by a sharper, he comforted himself by imitating