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14 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