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Little Feet. Little feet so glad and gay, Making music all the day ; Tripping merrily along, Filling all my heart with song ; Well I love your music sweet; Patter, patter, little feet. Sometimes anxious, I would know Just what way these feet must go ; Praying oft that all be fair, No thorns, no roughness anywhere: That flow’rs may spring their steps to greet. Patter, patter, little feet. But then I think that some have trod Through thorns and briers the nearer God : Though weak in faith, still I would dare To offer up the earnest prayer That Christ would choose whate’er is meet: Patter, patter, little feet. I press them in my hands to-night. And kiss them with anew delight, Believing that where’er they go, My tender Lord will lead them so, They’ll walk, at length, the golden street: Patter, patter, little feet. THE FOX, GOAT AND CARROTS. B‘ FOX and a Goat were walking together on the main road. After having advanced a few yards they saw a bag lying at the Le hedge. ider what there may be in ” said the goat, te,” said the fox; and put ting Ins mouth to the string with which the bag was tied he bit it through in a moment. Then seizing the bottom of the bag with his teeth, he shook it, and the most splendid carrots rolled out. “Those are for me,” said the fox, “ for I have opened the bag.” “ You shan’t touch them,” answered the goat, “else I’ll batter you with my horns till your ribs crack.” The fox looked at the large horns of the goat, and showed his teeth. The goat seeing the fox’s teeth, thought with in himself, “I don’t like those sharp fel lows.” And the fox thought, “I don’t believe my ribs would stand those horns.” So they kept standing over the carrots and looking at each other, but neither had the courage to touch the spoil. After a pause, the fox said : “ What is the use of our standing here ? Let us see which of us is the stronger. Yonder are two heaps of stones ; take you one of them and I’ll take the other; he who first throws down his heap shall have the carrots.” “Very well,” said the goat. So they went each to his heap. The goat placed himself on his hind legs, and knocked with his horns till the ground rebounded, but the heap kept im movable. “ You don’t hit hard enough,” said the fox ; “take a run at it.” BURKE’S WEEKLY. The goat went a few steps back, and ran at the heap as violently as he could. Crack! crack ! and both horns fell to the ground. When the fox saw this he commenced dancing on his hind legs. “Ah, my dear fellow,” cried the fox, “the carrots are now for me.” “ Not yet,” said the goat. “ You haven’t thrown down your heap, and if you touch the carrots before then I’ll fight you with the stumps that are left on my head.” The fox looked at the goat’s stumps, and thought, “'One of them is very sharp ; he might rip up my sides.” “ Very well,” he said, “I’ll throw down my heap; it’s a trifle to me.” The fox began digging round with his fore-feet till there was a large hole in the ground. The heap tottered and fell, but, halloa! it fell on the fox, and broke his left hind leg. There they stood, looking at each other with sad countenances—the one with broken horns, and the other with a bro ken leg. “Jump at the carrots,” said the goat maliciously. “ I now leave them to you.” “I can’t,” sighed the fox; “my leg pains me too much. You may now take them.” “ Very well,” said the goat, and ran to ward the bag. 'But, O dear! there was neither bag nor carrots ; for during their quarrel a peasant had passed by and picked up both. “Alas!” cried the goat, “what fools we are ! Had we divided the treasure in peace, I should have saved my horns, you your leg, and each of us would have had enough of carrots.” —JDe Liefde. +»■» Boys, Read This.—-Hold On. Hold on to your tongue when you are just ready to swear, lie, or speak harshly, or use any improper word. Hold on to your hand when you are about to strike, steal, or do any wrong. Hold on to your foot when you are on the point of kicking, or running away from study, or pursuing the path of error, shame or crime. Hold on to your temper when you are angry, excited, or imposed upon, or oth ers are angry about 3-011. Hold on to 3-0111* virtue—it is above all price to in all times and places. Hold on to 3’our good character, for it is, and ever will be, your best wealth. Hold on to 3-0111* good name at all times; for it is much more valuable to 3-011 than gold, high places, or fashionable attire. Hold on to the truth, for it will serve 3-011 well, and do you good throughout eternity. SHUTTING THE DOORS. CARTER, I ima -1 ifi to‘ ue ’ will have a good V* many doors to shut, if ever he makes much of “ What kind of doors ?” 1 ‘Sit down a moment, and I’ll \3% S ive y° u a list - ln the first place, I the door of your ears must be closed against the bad language and evil counsel of the boj T s and 3-0 ung men you will meet at school, or 3-ou will be undone. Let them once get possession of that door, and I would not give much for Edward Carter’s further prospects. “ The doors of your eyes , too, must be shut against bad books, idle novels, and low, wicked newspapers, or 3-0111* studies will be neglected, and 3-011 will grow up a useless man. You will have to close them sometimes against the fine things exposed for sale in the shop windows, or 3-011 will never learn to 1113- bj- 11101103-, or have any left to give away. “The doors of your Ups will need con stant care, for they guard an unruly mem ber. That door is veiy apt to blow open, and if not vigilantly watched, will let out angiy, trifling words. I would advise 3-011 to keep it shut much of the time un til 3-011 have laid up a store of knowledge, or at least till 3-011 have something valu able to say. “ The inner door of your heart must be well shut against temptation, for con science, the door-keeper, grows very in different if 3-011 disregard his call, and sometimes drops asleep at his post; and when 3-011 may think you are doing veiy wcll, 3-011 are fast going down to ruin. If 3-011 carefully guard the outside doors of the e3-es, and ears, and lips, 3-011 will keep out many cold blasts of sin which get in before 3-011 think. This ‘ shutting doors,’ 3-011 see, Eddy, is a serious business ; one on which 3-0111* well-doing in this life and the next depends.” The Bible. There is no lesson book like the Bible. You will find out that part of it was writ ten by a shepherd, and part ly a soldier ; part ly kings, and part b3* fishermen ; part b3 T a doctor in his stud3 r , and part b3 r a herdsman on Judah’s hills. You will see that some parts came straight from heaven in dreams of the night—now on the golden couch of a palace, and now in a bare cold prison cell, like Paul’s. And though 3-011 live to be old —this is the wonder —3-011 will never once open that book without coming on something that seems quite new.— The Child of the King doin', 63