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ff eas t—Ah ! yes, I hope I am good-tem pered ; but still I am only a monster. Beauty —There is many a monster who wears the form of a man. It is better of the two to have the heart of a man and the form of a monster. Beast— Beauty, will you marry me ? Beauty —No, Beast; but I will always be vour friend. Let that content you. And now I have a favor to ask of you. My father is ill from grieving after me, and if you do not give me leave to visit him I shall break my heart. Beast —I would rather break mine, Beauty. You shall go and stay at the cottage, and your poor Beast will die of sorrow. Beauty —Oh ! no ; I love you too well to be the cause of your death; only let me stay a week and then I will return. Beast —You shall find yourself with him to-morrow morning; but mind—do not forget your promise. When you wish to return you have nothing to do but to put this ring on your dressing table when you go to bed. And now good night, Beauty. Beauty —Good bye, Beast; you will see me again in a week. Scene 7th. —Room in Beast’s palace, with cur tain, behind which Beast is, as before ; Beauty alone, walking up and down. Beauty —Oh ! when shall I see my poor Beast! I fear I have wounded his feel ings so deeply that he will never see me more. How wicked it was of me to stay longer than I promised ! to treat him so, when he lias been so kind to me ! It is now three days since I returned to the palace, and he has taken no notice of me. Twice I have come to this room and sang, in the hope that ho would hear me and call me to him. I have never ventured to seek his presence unless he sent for me, but I will muster up all my courage and do so now. [She draws aside the curtain, and discovers Beast quite motionless, and apparently dead ; she throws herself down by him, weeping and sob bing.] Beast (in a faint voice) —You forgot your promise, Beauty, and feeling con vinced that you cared nothing for me, I determed to die ; I could not live without your love, and so I have starved myself to death. But I shall die content since I have seen your face once more. Beauty —No, dear Beast, you shall not die; you. shall live to marry me. I thought it was only friendship I felt for you, but now I know that it is love. Beast —Ah ! Beauty, you give me new life with those word. Meet me, then, in BURKE’S WEEKLY. this room to-morrow morning, to fulfill your promise, for it is the only way of saving my life. Scene Bth. —Room in Beast’s Palace ; a young Prince, handsomely dressed ; enter Beauty, dressed as a bride, with veil, etc.; she starts with astonishment on seeing the Prince, who comes up to her and kneels. Prince —A thousand thanks, lovely maiden, for having freed me from my cruel enchantment. Beauty —But where is my poor Beast? I only want him, and nobody else. Prince —l am he, Beauty. A wicked fairy condemned me to that form until a beautiful lady should consent to marry me. You alone, dearest Beauty, judged me neither by my looks nor my talents, but by my heart. Take it, then, and all that I have besides, for all is yours. Acoa, Habersham Cos., Ga. ——■— Written for Burke’s Weekly. Mary Grey’s Disappointment. BY A LITTLE GIRL. OTHER ’ said Mar y Gre y eagerly, as she came in from school one after noon ; “Mother, there’s going to be a sleighing party to-night! I can go, can’t I ? They are going about half past seven, and will stay out until “ AYho are going, Mary?” asked Mrs. Grey. “O, all the girls. Miss Allen is going.” Mrs. Grey hesitated. She did not want to be too strict, but she did not approve of young girls going out in that way of an evening, without older persons. Miss Allen, whom Mary mentioned, was very u’ood-natured, but rather reckless. Mary saw that her mother hesitated, so she said quickly : “ O, please , Mother ? ” “ I do not approve of it, my dear,” said Mrs. Grey, at length. “I am sorry to disappoint you, but you cannot go.” “ Why, Mother ?We are not going to do anything that’s wrong,” said Mary, rather petulantly. “ Won’t you let me ? ” and she looked eagerly into her mother’s face. “No, Mary; if older persons were go ing I would not care so much. lam very sorry, darling,” and Mrs. Grey looked very kindly at her daughter. Mary went out of the room looking and feeling very sullen. It was a severe dis appointment to the child, and her mother felt it to be such. Mary yielded to her feelings, and the evening meal, which might have passed so pleasantly, was thus rendered very unhappy; but, not withstanding, there were better feelings slumbering in her breast. Mrs. Grey, having seen her little ones safe in bed, went to spend the evening with a friend, according to promise. Mary preferred staying at home. She presently heard the jingling of sleigh bells; running to the window, she saw the merry party approaching, which she had so much longed to join. The sleigh drew up before the door, and very soon the door bell rang. In Mary’s heart a hard struggle was going on; an evil whisper said go, your mother will not know it, you will prob ably get back before she does. But there was another voice which spoke also, and to that voice, by the help of the Holy. Spirit, she yielded. The right had con quered ! But not by herself had she done it, but of God’s Holy Spirit; and He will help every one who asks it. At the second summons Mary ran out quickly, and told them she could not go. After they left she cried for a while, but her conscience was at rest, and she felt happier, far happier, than she would have done had she disobeyed her mother. That night, after Mrs. Grey’s return, she told her all, and very thankful was that mother’s heart. Mary lay down feeling very happy, knowing that her mother’s smile, and w r e think also the blessing of God, rested upon her. The Crooked Tree. A little child, when asked why a cer tain tree grew" crooked, replied : “ Some body trod on it, I suppose, when it was a little fellow.” How painfully suggestive is that answer ? How many, with aching hearts, can remember the days of their childhood, when they were the victims of indiscreet repression, rather than the happy objects of some kind direction and culture ! The effects of such misguided discipline have been apparent in their history and character, and by no process of human devising can the wrong be now rectified. The grand error in their education consisted in a system of rigid restraints, without corresponding efforts to develope, cultivate, and train in aright direction. No mind so bright but drink will befool it; no fortune so ample but brandy will beggar it; the happiest it will fill with misery; the firmest health dissipa tion will shatter; no business so thriving that whisky cannot spoil; no character too pure to abash the insidious tempter. 159