KITTY KNEW ABOUT SHEEP.

“Blooming MayMakes all gay.”

“Blooming MayMakes all gay.”

“Blooming May

Makes all gay.”

And this little song ends like this—the children all like to sing it:

“Tra la la la la la la. Tra la la la.”

Mrs. C. M. Livingston.

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“SEVEN sheep were standingBy the pasture wall.Tell me,” said the teacher,To her scholars small,“One poor sheep was frightened,Jumped and ran away.One from seven—how manyWoolly sheep would stay?”Up went Kitty’s fingers—A farmer’s daughter she,Not so bright at figuresAs she ought to be.“Please, ma’am”—“Well, then, Kitty,Tell us, if you know.”“Please, if one jumped overAll the rest would go.”

“SEVEN sheep were standingBy the pasture wall.Tell me,” said the teacher,To her scholars small,“One poor sheep was frightened,Jumped and ran away.One from seven—how manyWoolly sheep would stay?”Up went Kitty’s fingers—A farmer’s daughter she,Not so bright at figuresAs she ought to be.“Please, ma’am”—“Well, then, Kitty,Tell us, if you know.”“Please, if one jumped overAll the rest would go.”

“SEVEN sheep were standingBy the pasture wall.Tell me,” said the teacher,To her scholars small,“One poor sheep was frightened,Jumped and ran away.One from seven—how manyWoolly sheep would stay?”

“SEVEN sheep were standing

By the pasture wall.

Tell me,” said the teacher,

To her scholars small,

“One poor sheep was frightened,

Jumped and ran away.

One from seven—how many

Woolly sheep would stay?”

Up went Kitty’s fingers—A farmer’s daughter she,Not so bright at figuresAs she ought to be.“Please, ma’am”—“Well, then, Kitty,Tell us, if you know.”“Please, if one jumped overAll the rest would go.”

Up went Kitty’s fingers—

A farmer’s daughter she,

Not so bright at figures

As she ought to be.

“Please, ma’am”—“Well, then, Kitty,

Tell us, if you know.”

“Please, if one jumped over

All the rest would go.”

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SAID Willie: “The Man in the MoonIn Mother Goose came down too soon,For I’ve read it over and over;But he’d done a sillier thing to-day,When Flossie and I went out to playAnd roll in the field of clover.For up in the sky, right overhead,When every star had gone to bed,And the sun was shining bright,We saw his moon, looking pale and thin,Because he’d forgotten to take it in,After hanging there all night!”—Selected.

SAID Willie: “The Man in the MoonIn Mother Goose came down too soon,For I’ve read it over and over;But he’d done a sillier thing to-day,When Flossie and I went out to playAnd roll in the field of clover.For up in the sky, right overhead,When every star had gone to bed,And the sun was shining bright,We saw his moon, looking pale and thin,Because he’d forgotten to take it in,After hanging there all night!”—Selected.

SAID Willie: “The Man in the Moon

In Mother Goose came down too soon,

For I’ve read it over and over;

But he’d done a sillier thing to-day,

When Flossie and I went out to play

And roll in the field of clover.

For up in the sky, right overhead,

When every star had gone to bed,

And the sun was shining bright,

We saw his moon, looking pale and thin,

Because he’d forgotten to take it in,

After hanging there all night!”

—Selected.

woman outdoorsBURNS’S HIGHLAND MARY.

woman outdoorsBURNS’S HIGHLAND MARY.

BURNS’S HIGHLAND MARY.

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outdoor scene with life of frog

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SAID a wandering little maidenTo a bee with honey laden,“Bee, at all the flowers you work,Yet in some does poison lurk.”“That I know, my pretty maiden,”Said the bee with honey laden,“But the poison I forsake,And the honey only take.”“Cunning bee, with honey laden,That is right,” replied the maiden;“So will I, from all I meet,Only draw the good and sweet.”—Selected.

SAID a wandering little maidenTo a bee with honey laden,“Bee, at all the flowers you work,Yet in some does poison lurk.”“That I know, my pretty maiden,”Said the bee with honey laden,“But the poison I forsake,And the honey only take.”“Cunning bee, with honey laden,That is right,” replied the maiden;“So will I, from all I meet,Only draw the good and sweet.”—Selected.

SAID a wandering little maidenTo a bee with honey laden,“Bee, at all the flowers you work,Yet in some does poison lurk.”

SAID a wandering little maiden

To a bee with honey laden,

“Bee, at all the flowers you work,

Yet in some does poison lurk.”

“That I know, my pretty maiden,”Said the bee with honey laden,“But the poison I forsake,And the honey only take.”

“That I know, my pretty maiden,”

Said the bee with honey laden,

“But the poison I forsake,

And the honey only take.”

“Cunning bee, with honey laden,That is right,” replied the maiden;“So will I, from all I meet,Only draw the good and sweet.”—Selected.

“Cunning bee, with honey laden,

That is right,” replied the maiden;

“So will I, from all I meet,

Only draw the good and sweet.”

—Selected.

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“O GENERATION of vipers.”

Thus Jesus called the Jews or their leaders. Put this with other names he gave them—“hypocrites,” “fools and blind,” “serpents” (read the twenty-third chapter of Matthew)—and maybe you will wonder how he, so gentle and forgiving, could do it.

“Yes,” you say, “they did provoke Him; they treated Him most outrageously, calling Him all sorts of bad names, and finally putting Him to death in the most cruel manner. But it does not seem quite right for Him to call them vile names back again. It looks as though He lost his temper and became awfully angry with his enemies.”

Indeed it does say He once looked around upon them with anger. So you are right with that word, but its real meaning is indignation, the righteous feeling every one should have against wrong. Thus you ought to feel against swearing, stealing, the liquor business and all such things. It would be wicked for you to smile at such things. So much for anger—the anger of Jesus. Now about “calling names.”

You must remember Jesus knew the hearts of these Pharisee Jews—how black, how vile they were, while they thought themselves quite good and beautiful. Gentle talk to them did no good. To have them see themselves as they really were, he must be plain; he must speak out. What he did was not “calling names” as one boy does to another, when he is “mad” with him and hates him. Jesus did not hate them, bad as they were. He would save them if they would repent and come to him. So he must warn them by telling them the awful truth.

So it was; Jesus could draw some by gentle, loving words and ways; others, if saved at all, must be driven. Jesus acted according to the kind of people he was speaking to.

May we sometimes deal this terrible way with sinners? May ministers do it? Some years ago Rev. C. G. Finney did often speak to many who came out to oppose him and make fun of religion—he did speak very plainly and severely. It is said Mr. Moody once rebuked a wicked man this very way. But not every one can wisely do it. It must be done with great sorrow. No doubt it almost broke Jesus’ heart to say such plain things. A parent sometimes must punish a naughty child; it hurts him to do it, however. He often weeps more than the punished child.

L.

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B

BY this time you are feeling that papa is being neglected, and that mamma and sister are having all the gifts; though I believe papa would like the nice writing-case with pockets which we planned in November quite as well, perhaps, as any member of the family. However, I am sure of one thing he will like, and it is something which you, my girl, can make, with some industry and very little expense.

I do hope you know how to knit, the nice old-fashioned knitting which our dear grandmothers understood so well? If you do not, my first advice to you is to master that fine art which has of late years gone so nearly out of fashion; it is coming to the front again, and there is no end to the neat little comforts which you can make with the aid of a ball of tidy cotton and two large knitting needles. I will not attempt to teach you the stitch on paper, though if you sat by my side I could show it to you with very little trouble. If there is not a dear white-haired grandmother in your home, as I hope there is, borrow one of some friend, and beg her to teach you how to knit. Of course it is just possible that mamma herself understands the stitch; you might try her.

Having learned it—which I am sure you can do in an hour—get two large-size needles of steel, or ivory, or wood—I like to use wood—and a ball of the very coarsest tidy cotton you can find, and set to work. Cast on as many stitches as the needle will conveniently carry, and knit back and forth, back and forth industriously, until you have a strip a yard long. Oh! it will require patience and industry; I told you that in the beginning, you know. Having finished the strip begin again, and make another precisely like it; then a third, and perhaps, if your needles are not very long, a fourth—you might consult with mamma or Auntie as to that. When the four are finished—in order to be sure to have the article large enough we will say four—fold the side edges of two neatly together, and knit them together with a crochet hook, or sew them with a needle and some of the tidy cotton, as you will; add the third and fourth in the same manner, and when all is complete if you do not have a bath towel which will please papa better than any Turkish towel he ever bought, I shall be astonished and disappointed. For fear of discouraging you at the outset, I mentioned a yard as the length, but let me whisper to you, entirely in confidence, that if you should make it a yard and a half long, or even a trifle longer, papa would like it better still. You see I have heard the gentlemen groan over short bathing towels, and I know all about it.

You see with how very little expense such an article could be made, and I really do not know of any one thing which will add more to the comfort of the toilet. Some gentlemen like very coarse and rough bathing towels, in which case macremé cord is sometimes used instead of tidy cotton; probably mamma could advise you wisely in this direction, also.

If you undertake such a gift, I hope you will have the kindness to write and tell me how you succeeded, when and how the gift was presented, what was said, and all about it.

Your friend,Pansy.

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Ifanything unkind you hearAbout some one you know, my dear,Do not, I pray you, it repeatWhen you that some one chance to meet;For such news has a leaden wayOf clouding o’er a sunny day.But if you something pleasant hearAbout some one you know, my dear,Make haste—to make great haste ’twere well,To her or him the same to tell;For such news has a golden wayOf lighting up a cloudy day.—Selected.

Ifanything unkind you hearAbout some one you know, my dear,Do not, I pray you, it repeatWhen you that some one chance to meet;For such news has a leaden wayOf clouding o’er a sunny day.But if you something pleasant hearAbout some one you know, my dear,Make haste—to make great haste ’twere well,To her or him the same to tell;For such news has a golden wayOf lighting up a cloudy day.—Selected.

Ifanything unkind you hear

About some one you know, my dear,

Do not, I pray you, it repeat

When you that some one chance to meet;

For such news has a leaden way

Of clouding o’er a sunny day.

But if you something pleasant hear

About some one you know, my dear,

Make haste—to make great haste ’twere well,

To her or him the same to tell;

For such news has a golden way

Of lighting up a cloudy day.—Selected.

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Sir Geoffrey had a little sonWho liked to strut aboutAnd wave a sword or shoot a bowAnd raise a martial shout.One day he saw a sight like this[Helmet walking with four legs and a tail]And did he run? Oh, no!He caught this walking helmet fastAnd raised the visor so![Cat under helmet]

Sir Geoffrey had a little sonWho liked to strut aboutAnd wave a sword or shoot a bowAnd raise a martial shout.One day he saw a sight like this[Helmet walking with four legs and a tail]And did he run? Oh, no!He caught this walking helmet fastAnd raised the visor so![Cat under helmet]

Sir Geoffrey had a little sonWho liked to strut aboutAnd wave a sword or shoot a bowAnd raise a martial shout.

Sir Geoffrey had a little son

Who liked to strut about

And wave a sword or shoot a bow

And raise a martial shout.

One day he saw a sight like this[Helmet walking with four legs and a tail]And did he run? Oh, no!He caught this walking helmet fastAnd raised the visor so![Cat under helmet]

One day he saw a sight like this

[Helmet walking with four legs and a tail]

And did he run? Oh, no!

He caught this walking helmet fast

And raised the visor so!

[Cat under helmet]

Transcriber’s Notes:The title for “A DELIGHTFUL WRITER” was taken from the page header as the story itself began with only the illustration.HOWARD’S WAY: “attemped” changed to “attempted” (once attempted to answer)WHEN HE WAS TWELVE YEARS OLD: “mysstery” changed to “mystery” (whose mystery fills)

Transcriber’s Notes:

The title for “A DELIGHTFUL WRITER” was taken from the page header as the story itself began with only the illustration.

HOWARD’S WAY: “attemped” changed to “attempted” (once attempted to answer)

WHEN HE WAS TWELVE YEARS OLD: “mysstery” changed to “mystery” (whose mystery fills)

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