The Nursery, No. 109, January, 1876, Vol. XIX.. Various

read her story-books one and all.

      But when, at the close of the happy day,

      She knelt, her one little prayer to say,

      She thought of the hungry, perishing poor,

      Of the children who cold and sorrow endure,

      And, laying her head on her mother's knee,

      Said, "Give them, O Father, all you give me!"

Dora Burnside.

      ARTHUR'S MISHAP

      I am a little boy, three years old, named Arthur; and I want to tell you what happened to me last summer.

      I went down to the seashore to visit my grandmamma, alone, without mamma, or Mary, my nurse. Grandpapa took me in the cars, and I staid almost a week. I had a good time; for they have horses and cows and pigs and chickens, and a swing.

      One day, Aunt Anna and I went to the duck-pond. I had a rod and line, and made believe fish. Aunt Anna turned away for a minute, and, when she looked around, all she could see of me was my hat, floating on the water. I had tumbled in, and was way down at the bottom of the pond.

      But I soon rose to the top; and Aunt Anna reached over, and pulled me out, and ran up to the house with me in her arms. I did not cry at all, but coughed and sputtered a little, and told her I didn't like that old duck-pond.

      Grandmamma took off all my wet clothes, and wrapped me in a blanket, and sang me to sleep. When I waked up, I felt all right. I got a good drink of water when I was in the pond; but I don't mean to go very near the edge next time.

E. B.

      PUSSY GETS A WARNING

      "Pussy, now that you are here, I wish to say a few words to you; and it will be for your peace of mind to give heed to them at once. I have seen you several times, of late, looking sharply at that little wren's nest in the pear-tree."

      "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"

      "Yes, I know what you mean by that; but you need not plead innocence. You think, that, as soon as those eggs are hatched, you'll have a good feast on the little birds."

      "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"

      "Oh, you needn't deny it. Now, old cat, take my advice, and, if you don't want to come to grief, shun temptation in season. If I find you harming those birds, do you know what will happen?"

      "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"

      "Oh, you don't, eh? Well, I'll leave it to you to guess what will happen. I'll only say this: there will be a noise at the river-side one of these fine mornings, and a certain cat may get a ducking."