said he, and he covered them up nicely, till he should go home. 11. When the sun was beginning to sink, George set out for home. How happy he felt, then, that he had all his strawberries for his sick mother. The nearer he came to his mindre home, the less he wished to taste them. 12. Just as he had thrown down his wood, Jusage he heard his mother's faint voice calling him from the next room. "Is that you, George? I am glad you have come, for I am thirsty, and am longing for some tea.' 13, George ran in to her, and joyfully Trobad offered his wild strawberries. "And you saved them for your sick mother, did you?" said she, laying her hand fondly on his head, while the tears stood in her eyes. "God will bless you for all this, my child." 14. Could the eating of the strawberries have given George half the happiness he felt at this moment? AN EVENING PRAYER. Before I close my eyes in sleep, 2. Though young in years. I have been taught love and fear; Thy no name to Of thee to think with solemn thought; Thy goodness to revere. 3. That goodness gives each simple flower 4: The little birds that sing all day By 5. And when at night they cease to sing, By thee protected still. Their young ones sleep beneath their wing, Secure from every ill. 6. arm Thus may'st thou guard with gracious ar The bed whereon I lie, And keep a child from every harm 1. "It's mine," said Fred, showing a white handled pocket-knife, with every blade per"Just what I've always fect and shining. wanted." And he turned the prize over and 2. "I guess I know who owns it," said Tom, looking at it with a critical eye. 3. "I guess you don't," was the quick response. "It is n't Mr. Raymond's," said Fred, shooting wide of the mark. 4. "I know that; Mr. Raymond's is twice bem do as large," observed Tom, going on with his drawing-lesson. note 5. Do you suppose Fred took any comfort in that knife? Not a bit of comfort did levs. 27 he take. He was conscious, all the time of having something in his possession that did |