Year: 1874

Swinging on tree,


With leaves and blossoms for my home,


Sweet sweet can be.
I'd Ike TO be a bobolink,
Or else pretty dove;


But, mamma, dear, I'd rather be
Your "precious little love-"


I'd like to he butterfly


just little while


With great big wings of black and gold--
How would make you smilel
I'd hutter straight into your room,
And fly, and twit, and twir;
But, mamma, dear, I'd rather be


Your darling little girl"


I'd like TO be lovely rose,


blooming out for you
My dainty dress OF satin pink
Sparkling with the dew;
I'd like TO be a lily-bell,
Or else violet;


But, mamma dear, I'd rather be


Your Sweetest little pet"


How JOHNNY ATE HIS BREAKFAST
Johnny sat in his high-chair at the break
fast table, with napkin pinned around
his neck. Before him was his cup of
bread and milk, his little spoon and knife
and fork, and his tin A-B-C plate OH
which lay some buttered toast, and
mashed potato, and beefsteak cut fine.
But Johnny was full of fun and noise
he didn't want to eat just yet he wanted
to drum against the table with his feet ;
he wanted to slide out of his chair he
wanted to reach all over the table, and
to put his fork into papa's coffee.


"Come, come! eat your nice breakfast,
JohnnyP said papa. But Johnny didn't
want to. Time enough yet for all that.
Just now he was busy pounding the salt
cellar with napkin ring,


Pretty noise! pretty noisel" he ex-
claimed jOyously, and away went the
napkin ring over his head as climax.


"Nappin ring! nappin ring!" he be-
gan to call out then, until somebody
picked it up again for him, and after that
he was busy for a. long time trying to
make his fork stand up in it.


Meanwhile the others were finishing
their breakfast, and the nice toast and
beefsteak were getting cold, but Johnny
didn't realize and didn't care. He wished
they would give him the castor to play
with, and let him shake the pepper-box.


At last mamma thought she must in
terfere. Ought she to have scolded her
little boy, and hurried him? She did not
want to make great black cloud sweep
across his happy little sky, but she did
want him to eat his breakfast. So what
do you suppose she did? She took the
little fork and spoon, and played they
were errand-boys.


The fork took up bit of toast and
raped against the plate.


"Who's there, and what do you want?'
asked mamma


"Fm little Master Fork" was the
answer; "and Pve come to put a piece
of toast in Johnny Benefits mouth"


ooh, then, walk right in p' said mamma.


Johnny looked and laughed, and opened
his little rosy mouth wide, so Master
Fork could put the toast in. Then the
spoon raped OH the cup.


"WhC's that ?" asked mamma.


"Pm little Master Spoon"


ooh, how do you do? And what do
you want ?"


"Pve come to put some bread and
milk. in Johnny Benefits mouth"


"Walk right up, then," said mamma; !;
and Johnny opened his mouth wider
than before, and thought it was such fun
to have Master Spoon bring him bread
and milk.


Then Master Fork trotted back and
forth and raped every time he came
with bit of beefsteak, or toast or potato;
and whenever he stopped to rest, little
Master Spoon started up and brought
bread and milk.


1t was very entertaining. Johnny sat
still and behaved beautifully, only he
laughed every time he saw a mouthful
coming. By-and-by the toast was all
gone, and then so was the beefsteak, and
next there was no more mashed potato.
Finally there was not even an atom of
bread and milk left in the cup, and
Master Spoon and Master Fork lay down
to rest.


Johnny had eaten his breakfast. -
Christian Uuion.


A GERMAN FAIRY TALE,-A curious
class of fairies, called the Wichtelman-
ner," follow the humble occupation of
shoemakers. Once upon time a cobbler
had become so poor, and that withoutany
fault of his own, that there only remained
to him as much leather as would make
one pair of shoes. He cut them into
shape at night, so as to sew them up on
the following morning, and then slipped
quietly to bed. When he arose early to
begin his work, the two shoes stood
finished upon the table. He did not
know very well what to think of this, but
having taken them up in his hand to
look at them more closely, he found that
the workmanship was perfect master
piece.


The pair Of shoes sold so well that the
cobbler was enabled to buy as much
leather as would serve to make two pairs.
Having shaped them at night, he again
rose early on the following morning, to
begin his work with fresh spirit; but he
did not seed to do this, for the shoes
were already made. And this went on
day after day, until he was no longer
poor, but made a capital thing of it.


One evening, not long before Christ
mas, the cobbler said to his wife, "What
think you to waiting up tonight to see
who it is that lends us this helping
hand p


So they hid themselves in corner of
the room, behind some cloths, and kept a
sharp lookout. At midnight, two neat,
naked little fellows sat down at the table,
and began to sew and hammer with such
speed, that the cobbler, in his admiration,
could not keep his eyes off them.


Next morning, the good wife said,
The little men have made US rich, let
us show ourselves thankful for this.
They run about naked, and must be very
cold. 1 will make shirts, coats and
breeches for them"


At night, instead of the regular work
ing materials, they laid the clothes on
the table. The little men came as usual,
and were greatly surprised that there
was no leather for them, and looked at
the clothes with delight. They put them
on with the greatest liveliness, and
danced and hoped about, almost out of
their little senses with joy. At last,
they danced themselves out of the
house. But they never came back again.
All things, however, went well with the
cobbler during the rest of his life.


THE Bishop of Litchfield is to return
to America in October to urge upon the