d man too. Now kiss me, and go get your breakfast."

Henry kissed his Mother, and told her of his good conduct in school, at
which she was very glad, and then stooping down, he kissed the soft
cheek of the little sleeping baby, and went gently out of the room.

In a few weeks, his Mother got quite well, and Charles (that was the
baby's name) began to laugh and play with his brother. Henry was never
so happy as when he was with Charles. He always put him to sleep at
night. The dear little fellow would clasp his little hand tight round
one of Henry's fingers, and fall to sleep in his bed, while his brother
sang to him.

One day when Charles was about four years old, he said, "Dear brother,
will you ride me on your back?" Henry was very busy just then; he was
making a bow and arrow. He looked down, and saw a sweet little face, and
two bright blue eyes, looking at him, and saying as plainly as eyes
could say, "Do, dear brother." So he said, "Yes, Charley, I will, if you
will help me to put away my things." Charles ran about, and helped
Henry put his play-room in nice order, and then climbing on his back,
and holding fast to a ribbon, for a bridle, which Henry held between his
teeth, he gave him a little tap on the shoulder, and crying "Get up, old
fellow," away they went around the room, Henry galloping so hard, that
Charles bounced about almost as much as if he was on a real pony.

"Let us go in the parlors, they are a great deal larger," said Charles;
"do, dear brother."

"I am afraid it would not be right," replied Henry; "we may break
something. Mother has said that we had better never play there."

"But we will be so careful," said the little boy; "we can play circus so
nice. I _want_ to go in the parlor."

Henry's Father and Mother had gone out riding, so he could not ask leave
to play in the parlors. He was almost sure it was wrong to go there, but
he wanted to gratify his brother; so promising himself to be very
careful, he trotted down stairs into the parlor, with Charles on his
back. At first he went slowly round the two rooms, but Charles began to
whip his horse and cry, "Get up, old boy, you are getting lazy. You
shall be a race-horse--you shall be Boston. Now go faster, faster; go
round the room like lightning."

So round he went, fast and faster, shaking his head, and taking great
jumps, and kicking his legs up behind, with Charley holding on, laughing
and screaming with delight, till alas! sad to tell