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IO I .^or ^ THE 1 (An Of all the merry little bi And carol from the svr The prettiest little gentle Is the one in coat of br< It's cockit little Robi And his head he kee; Of all the other pretty fo For he sings so swee! Through his tiny, slei With a little patch of red When the frost is in the To other little birdies s Picking up the crumbs nc Singing Christmas storl Of how two tender bi Were left in woodlan By a cruel man who took But Bobby saw the c (He was watching a And he blushed a perfect When the changing leave And everything seems e Robin may be heard on t] Singing what is solacin And sure, from what He's God's own little And sings to those in grie But once he sat fork On a cruel Crown of ' And the blood it stained t THE BURIAl By Marj "He was the nestling tie. "And the clinibinge Chess, matching the hi "I think it was perfi ert to rock on him," c< "Perfectly outrageo another big word on notice. "Oh, but Chess, yoi Robert was as sorry with poor little Beauty 'storatives, and gave u coffin, and he's going ' "I know all that," away at the little gra\ "I 'spec' these are wisely changing the s Prettv-hv-nifhts and O ? of one blossom into the were long enough to lir "Now for a teeny-we little paws. There's jii old Beauty Spot had t Sunday." "So we can play fun "So we can have a f THE PRESBYTERI e Children [RISH ROBIN. Irish Legend.) rds that live up in a tree amore and chestnut, man tnat dearest is to me awn and scarlet waistcoat, n! is a-bobbin*. wis I'd choose him, tly still nder bill, upon his bosom. air and the snow upon the grou 0 bewilderln' >ar the window he is found, ies to the children, ibes a giaaes 'em there to lose 'em; :rime .11 the time)! crimsou on his bosom. s of autumn around us thickly f orrowful and saddening, tie corner of a wall g and gladdening. I've heard, bird, f just to amuse 'em; >rn rhorn, lis pretty little bosom. ?Selected - OF BEAUTY SPOT. r Hoge Wardlaw. jest little old pet," moaned L< st little old rascal," respond ig word, and echoing the mo; ectly outrageous of Uncle R< jntinued Lottie, us," agreed Chess, unequal his own account at such sh< 1 oughtn't to say that! Uni as anything! And he work Spot, and he 'plied all kinds s this elegant cigar box for 1 to " replied Chess, calmly, diggi e, "I just said what you sai< enough wreaths," said Lott ubject. Her lap was full she was inserting the taper 1 cup of another, until her chai ik into circles. ensy rose-bud to lay in his pc ist one comfort, Chess. If lit o die, it's a good thing he di leral i:' uneral," corrected Lottie. "\ AN OF THE SOUTH. had to beg jor it a long is: Mother said it seemed too n iii day. But she saw we were she let us. 'Twould .be a people weren't broken-heart "You know you promised reminded Chess. "What sort of sermon d preach?" inquired Lottie. "I can tell what a 'cute 1 that, and we can sing, and twinkle', or 'What does litth "Much they'd fit a cat!" "Well, we can get Uncle now." nd, "He's bringing the tomb "What did you write on it, I "Well, nothing, as yet," < wiin a queer laugn. "Are 5 your melancholy preparatioi "Of course, Uncle Robert,' "All right, I merely inqi once." "Lottie made a real pret a ' him," said Chess.. "Tell it, 1 "It won't do," lamented such good starts, and the I gins. 'Here lies our darlir The special kitten c "I hardly knew what to dc tious Lottie, "because nob< L didn't sound so awful as Be< name ought to be written ?the next line is : ne was stepped on ot- "But that's a hard word t< and I wanted a Bible vers led is just the thing,? in. 'Wine .is a mocker* >b- "Only she didn't think i shouted Chess, triumphant! to use of "the big, round word Drt "I'm glad she took that v young gentleman, who was cle dent. "It might have been ed "Now, Uncle Robert, beg| of some poetry. You never get hjs "I'll do my best, honey. . Chess better go and bring? ng cal|y^ ? "He s under the lilac bus! teringly. "Be very gentle, of And Uncle Robert, casting tip began. ns "Oh, Beauty Spot, out Methinks I'feel thy p >or I can see thy pleadin tie Wherein a mystic sha ed See thy dear, three-< Watch thy wild and "It's beautiful," sighed Lo Ve ing tears. December 15, 1909. time, though, didn't we? mch like playing, for Sun: 'most broken-hearted- so beautiful play, .though, if ed." I could be the preacher," o you s'pose you can ittle kitty he was, and all then I can say 'Twinkle, 2 birdie say?' or " VVobert. There he comes, stone," exclaimed Lottie. j iiviv j\uuci l : :onfessed the young man, rou still going ahead with is?" " cried Lottie, indignantly, lired, I'll get to work at ty piece of poetry about Lottie." i the little girl. "I get just break down. It belg Beauty Spot, >f Chess and Lot.' > there," said the conscienDdv calls me Lot hut it luty Spot. And a person's right on their eppertaph. by a rocker.' d get a rhyme to, anyway, e; the golden text today , only?" t would ue appropriate," y anticipating his sister's 9t iew of it," murmured the responsible for the accimisleading." ged Lottie, "you make up stuck." And if all is ready, hadn't he paused, sympatheti. " ?: J T - . . ' i, v/iicas, >illll l^Otlie, iaiBegin, Uncle Robert." ? his eyes pensively down, household pet, resence yet. g eyes idow lies, rornered face, bounding grace." ttie, wiping away the fall