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Enterod according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke k Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia. Vol. I. THE COUNCIL OF FIVE. A STORY FOR BOYS. Na beautiful meadow O lying between the houses ■ : Wm of farmers Appleblo and Quinceton, w r as a Donkey o r Mi & feeding and sometimes as he bent down his head to We bite off the tender grass, i gr* lie would groan as if in distress. An old friend of his, Tray by name, was running just outside of the wall, and hear ing the donkey groan, jumped over and accosted him : “Good day, friend, you seem to be in pain ; what is the mat ter?” “Indeed I am in pain,” replied the Donkey, “and have to thank master Dick Quinceton and Har ry A ppleblo for all that I groan for. If the boys would onty treat me kindly [I should like them very mueh. I am al ways willing to give them a ride when they do not abuse me, but unkindness rouses a feeling of obstinacy in me, and makes me feel as though I did not want to stir a step. After this, when they want to ride I believe I will just stand still. Yesterday they pelted me with stones, kicked against my side, and whip ped me over the back and neck till I am so lame I can scarcely move at all.” “It is too bad,” said Tray, “ but you are not the only one they have abused. They coaxed me to play with them one afternoon, and as I like boys, good boys at least, I thought I would do so. At first they treated me kindly, but after a while they harnessed me to a little wag on, and as I knew nothing about drawing it, and could not understand which way they wanted me to go, they got angry, and beat me with their littlo whips, and MACON, G-A., ATTG-UST 10, 1867. finally, tying an old tin kettle to my tail, drove me from the yard. As soon as I got out I tried to get rid of the kettle, but could not for some, time, and felt dreadfully ashamed when I met several of my old friends, who seemed to think me in great disgrace, and rather avoided me. Like yourself, when the boys abused me my worst feelings were aroused, and I must say that I did think of biting them just a little, to warn them. I am afraid I should do so another time, though I have a kind disposition naturally, and am very fond of being patted on the head, and kindly treated, especially by chil dren.” Just as the conversation of these two friends had reached this point, a splash ing was heard in the little brook which ran along near where they were stand ing. Turning to look, they saw Miss Emerald Green (a frog) jumping and striving very hard to reach a tuft of grass on the bank. The Donkey stepped for ward, saying: “ Really, Miss Emerald Green, I wish that I could assist you, but I am afraid I should be more trouble than help. If you will just cling to that stout bunch of reeds above you, I think you will be able to get up.” After considerable hopping and strug gling, Miss Emerald Green gained the bank, and sat puffing and panting some time before she could speak, and then be- gan to make a sort of apology for her awkwardness, saying she was not always so helpless, but that she had been badly injured, at the same time spreading out one of her feet, which was cut and very much bruised. “Oh ! how did it happen?” said the Donkey and the Dog in one breath. “I was sitting sunning myself on that round stone you see there in the middle of the brook, when masters Dick and Harry came stealing along. I knew that they saw mo, but thought I could easi ly get out of their way, so I let them come quite near, not seeing the big stone which master Dick carried behind him, and which, quick as a flash, he threw down at me. It caught my hind foot, and hurt it as you see, and I have suffered, oh ! so much. At first the pain threw me into a cold perspiration, and I felt very sick and faint, but as I feel better now, I hope soon to be well again, though my foot may never be as strong as it was before.” “ There is nothing better for your foot,” said the Donkey, “than cold water. If you bathe it often, you will find that it will draw out all the inflammation, »oothe the pain, and heal it sooner than any thing else.” Miss E. G. thanked the Donkey for his advice and acted immediately upon it, sitting on the edge of the bank, with her foot just under the clear cold water, while he returned to his pasture, and Tray, No. 6.