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 More than one tourist hurrying through Iavre that day, hound for the steamer or for that pride of the city, the hill of Ingouville, to enjoy dhe superb vicw, noticed the young lad’s joyous face and buoyant step as he passed by.

Donald walked briskly into the hotel, intent upon writing a chcery letter home; but, from habit, he stopped at the desk to ask if there was anything for him.

Mr. D, Reed ?” asked the hotel clerk, point- ing w a bulky envelope half covered with postage stumps.

That ’s my name,” returned the happy boy as he hurriedly tore open one ead of the envelope. “Whew! Six!”

FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK:

[Serrensen,

There were indced six letters; and all had been forwarded from hapelle.

One was from Mr. Wogg, inclosng a bit of printed calico and a soiled memorandum, stating that he sent herewith a piece like the gown which the party in Liverpool had given to the young Frenchwoman fifteen years before. He had ob- tained it, Mr. Woyg said, “from an old patch-work quilt in the possession of the party, and had paid said party one crown for the same.” ‘Two letters were from Mr. Recd and Dorothy, and the rest, three in number-—addressed to D. R., in care of Dubigk’s Hotel, Aix-la-Chapelle— were from three persons with very differcnt hand-writings, but each an Ellen Lee!

(Conclusion next month.)

DANDELION.

By WE

All

A DANDELION in a meadow grew,

Among the waving grass and cowslips yellow : Dining on sunshine, breakfasting on dew.

He was a right contented little fellow.

Each mom his golden head he lifted straight, To catch the first swect breath of coming day;

Each evening closed his sleepy eyes, to wait Until the long, cool night had passed away.

One afternoon, in sad, unquiet mood, I paused beside this tiny, bright-faced flower, And begged that he would tell me, if he could, ‘The secrct of his joy through sun and shower.

Ile looked at me with open eyes, and said: “know the sun is somewhere, shining clear, And when | cannot see him overhead, I try to be a little sun, right here!"

A QUEER BOAT AND

A PUNNY CREW.

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Once there was a riv-er with too much wa-ter in it. [t had been rain-ing for a long time, and all the small streams which ran in-to this riv-er were ver-y full, and they poured so much wa-ter in-to the large riv-er that it rose a-bove its banks and spread far out o-ver the shore on both sides, This hap-pens that hous-es on the banks of the riv-er are car-ricd a-way by the wa-ter, and that peo-ple and an-i-mals are drowned.

s-ing of a riv-er is called a fresh-ct, and it of-ten

The wa-ter in this large riv-er rose so quick-ly that a yreat man-y

liv-ing creat-ures did not have time to get to dry land. Some men