to spread the grass, and the hot sun will dry it quickly, then you will see it put into the waggon

and carried to the barn.

How sweet the hay smells!

The sheep, and cows, and horses will eat it in the winter when the grass does not grow, and the frost and snow are on the ground.

Now we will sit under the shade of this large tree and eat our dinner. The pretty butterflies are flying from flower to flower; do you wish to catch one?

It flies so fast I think you will not be able, and if you do catch it, I hope you will not hurt it or kill it, but look at its pretty colours, and let it fly again to be happy and gay.

You know that the great God who made you, made the butterfly also, and that you must not tease or torment any creature, for that is not pleasing to God.

LESSON XLVI.

THE COUNTRY BOY'S CALL.

SISTER, wake! The sky is light;
Morn is come; the earth is bright;
Stars are gone, and night is done,
Come, and see the rising sun!
Let us view his early peep;

Nights are long enough for sleep.

Now the fresh green grass is springing;
Butterflies their way are winging,
Thro' and thro' the grape-vine bowers,
Round and round among the flowers.
Now beneath the pleasant sky
Lambs are frisking joyously.
Merry birds, that all night long
Hushed in sleep their happy song,
Glad another day to see,

Sing on every bush and tree.
Here are beds of flowers for you,
Buttercups and violets blue!
Wreaths of morning-glory, bright,
Pink, and purple, blue, and white,
Wave with every wind that blows!
Come-for soon their leaves will close.

Busy bees are humming now;
Robin hops from bough to bough;
Sister, come and sit with me
Under this sweet mulberry tree.

ONE day, Mrs. Mandeville called James, and Eliza, and Edward, and little Mary, her four children; and they all came running round her.

"Come, here is an apple for each of you," said the kind mother; as she spoke, she laid four red apples upon a book which she held in her hand.

Now one of these was a very little one, and all the children thought that it was just large enough for little Mary, who was the youngest of them all; and the one that stood next to it, was a little larger,

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and the next larger still, and the last one was such a beautiful apple, with such pretty yellow streaks, that all the children fixed their eyes upon it, and thought it must taste much nicer than the rest.

Then Mrs. Mandeville said, "James, as you are the oldest, I shall first give you the pleasure of showing that you love your dear little sisters and brothers, better than yourself."

Now James was not a very selfish child, yet the large red and yellow apple looked so nice, that he turned to it again, but at last he put his hand upon the smallest apple of all; and James looked up in his mother's face, and the smile he saw there was much better to him than an apple; and the kiss she gave him was sweeter than the fine red one would have been.

Then Mrs. Mandeville told Eliza to choose next, as she was the next oldest. Now I dare say my little readers will all of them suppose that Eliza will do as her generous brother James did; but I am sorry to say that Eliza was a very selfish little girl she loved herself better than all her mother's smiles and kisses, and she took the fine red apple which they all liked so much.

But Eliza did not look up in her mother's face, as James did, for she knew she should not see a smile there, but she went away in a corner, and ate her large apple. But it did not taste so good as Eliza expected, because she had not been generous and kind; and she could take no pleasure in eating it. Meanwhile little Edward seemed to be a long time thinking, whether he should do as his brother

James did, and gain a kiss and a smile from his dear mother; and Mrs. Mandeville felt afraid that she should have but one child who was not selfish; but she was mistaken, for Edward soon found out that he could not be happy, without her bright approving smiles; and he left the largest of the two apples, to his little sister Mary, who sat upon her brother's knee, and laughed and played with him, and put her little fingers through his hair, and then she would laugh again, and give him a sweet kiss; and Edward was a great deal happier than all the big apples in the town would have made him, if he had been selfish.

Now it happened that in the afternoon, a lady brought some sweet little white rabbits in a basket for Mrs. Mandeville's children, who admired such pretty creatures; and the lady said she was sorry she had only three of them, and that little Mary would be obliged to go without any.

But Mrs. Mandeville, who wanted to give little Eliza a chance to show that she was sorry for being so selfish in the morning, called her, and James, and Edward, and asked them which was willing to give their rabbit to their little sister.

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"I am, I am, mamma," said James and Edward; but Eliza only said, "I wish I was the youngest:" then her dear mother was grieved, and she said, "Before your dear little sister Mary and brother Edward were born, you were the youngest, and then you had all the pleasures which she now has; but I find they have made you very selfish, and you will never be happy while you are selfish: but as your brothers are generous, I shall give a rabbit to each