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never thought he got work enough out
of him, and he very soon danced and
starved him to death.
Brinsehniski said he had tried it “down
here,” and he preferred staying where he
was.
“Besides,” said he, “these hoys and
girls in Spain, and the countries about
here, are so pretty and kind and well-be
haved that I love them; and they have
quite made me ashamed of my own old
savage nature —so that I don’t think I
could now eat the very ugliest of them
if I were ever so hungry.”
“Well done for you!” I laughingly
said. “Big bear that you are, you have
some taste, though you do not propose to
taste of boys and girls. Why, Brinsch,
do you not know that notwithstanding
your thick, heavy, shaggy coat, and awk
ward, lumbering gait, you are really be
coming a gentleman, and, if bears had any
religion at all, you wmuld pass for a very
good Christian bear?”
“Os course, master, of course; I am
glad to hear you say so, for I think it
very wrong to come here among these
elegant gentle folks, and to live with them
in their beautiful land of fragrant flow r ers
and rich fruits, and to enjoy their hospi
tality, and to see how pleasant and affa
ble they are, and how useful and noble
minded they are trying to be, and, after
all this, to be among them only a great
Northern bear, ready to eat them up.
Master, do you think this would be
right ?”
I told him I did not, and greatly com
mended him for his good sense and hu
mane disposition—so little to be expected
in a bear—and told him, too, that he
should have a rabbit for his breakfast
next morning, which I w r ould have given
him, but for a circumstance that I must
tell you of at another time; for my story
is long enough now, and I am sure that
there is no little boy or girl of the sort
Brinsehniski would not eat when « ever
so hungry,” but will believe every word
of it to be true.
■
He v 7 ho swears informs us that his
bare word is not to be credited.
fi£g“As sore places meet most rubs,
proud people meet most affronts.
. ♦♦♦
Attention to iittlo things is the
economy of virtue.
It is much easier to be wise for
others than for ourselves.
MM
That greatness must needs fall
which is not founded in goodness.
Every day is a little life, and one’s
whole life is but a day repeated.
BUEKE’S WEEKLY.
The Child and the Wild Violet.
l)ear little Violet
Don’t be so shy;
Look out from the leaves
With your pretty blue eye,
And tell how you came
From the garden afar.
Such a delicate dear
Little thing as you are,
Blooming alone
’Mong the wild forest trees;
Sweet little Violet
Speak to me, please.
Good little Child,
When the Father above
Had finished this bright world
Os beauty and love,
And the Augels were painting
The pretty blue sky.
To which you’ve oft wished
For the lark’s wings to fly,
With the blue that was left
When the painting was dono
The Angels know not what to do,
So for fun
They sprinkled it over
The valleys and hills,
On the tops of the mountains
And down by the rills.
Just keeping a little bit
Up in the skies,
To drop now and then
Into young babies’ eyes.
And wherever the blue fell
It made little flowers,
That grew up and flourished
In sunshine and showers.
And that’s how I came
In my forest home wild —
Please don’t transplant me.
Good little child.
Dear little Violet,
Don’t be afraid,
I’ll leave you alone
In the deep forest shade.
And whenever I look
Into baby’s blue eye
I’ll think of you then —
Pretty flower, good-bye 1
E. P. M.
Clarlitsville, Georoia.
♦♦♦
THE LITTLE WOMAN IN GREEN.
A FAIRY TALE.
BY MRS. THEODOSIA FORD.
PART 11.
fP l OTII the girls started at
i the sound of her voice—
and what a peculiar voice
it was—although in pain,
it was as musical as a bird’s
note; and how strange a face to
belong to such a crooked old
lady. Her hair was as white as
* snow, but the face which it sha
ded was as round and rosy as an infants.
“ Oh, I am badly hurt,” she exclaimed;
“will no one help me ?”
Ellie had not waited for this appeal.
She had already laid the lamb down, and
was slipping off the string of the satchel,
all her fear forgotten or laid aside. She
immediately ran to the little woman, help
ed her up, brushed the dust from her
dress, and with kindest words made her
sit upon the bank close by. Mary looked
sullenl}’' on.
The little woman seemed in much pain,
and presently said :
“0 dear, what shall I do? I cannot
walk. Do you know of any place, little
girls, where I could stay? of any one who
would give me a night’s shelter? lain
very poor and old, and my home is far
away. I fear, hurt as I am, I cannot
reach there before night.”
“I don’t,” said Mary crossly; “ we are
poor ourselves, and can’t help others.”
“ Oh, Mary,” said Ellie appealingly,
“Mother never turns away any one who
and I think will make this
good woman quite welcome. We are
rather crowded, but I have a little bed all
to myself, and if you wouldn’t mind —you
are so small—} r ou could sleep with me,”
she said, turning pleasantly to the little
woman.
The old woman’s smile was inexpressi
bly sweet as she thanked Ellie, and she
said,
“I should dearly like to sleep in that
little bed,” and the tears were in her eyes,
but I think that must have been from
pain. Suddenly turning to Mary she said,
“ Will you bring me my little basket ? I
dropped it when I fell, and it rolled down
the bank, and a little way into the
wheat.”
“ I can’t go down the bank,” was Mary’s
churlish answer; “ get it yourself, if you
want it.”
The little woman did not answer, for
Ellie had run down, and now came back
with the basket, which was filled with the
most beautiful roses. Again the little
woman turned to Mary. “ May I offer
you some of my beautiful flowers?” said
she gravely.
But Mary would not be won. Sho
rudely refused the flowers, and going close
to Ellie said, in a loud whisper:
“If I were you I would not be waiting
on this old woman and offering to sleep
with her. She’s nothing but a beggar,
and 1 daresay stole those flowers. You
had better come with me; I’m going
home,’ and Mary walked off, leaving Ellie
alone with the stranger.
Ellie felt very badly. She feared that
Mary’s rudeness might have given pain ;
so, looking at the basket, she said kindly :
“What beautiful flojwers! and what a
splendid garden you must have. Our
roses are not to compare to them, and
they are scarcely in bloom yet.”
“!So,” said the little woman, “I know
they are not, here, but they are in my
garden in my country they are always
in bloom.”
“And where is your garden and your