from this picture of ruin and death,
And seeks the broad casement again;
And, lo! from the dews of her wasted breath
Great forests have grown on the pane.

Such beautiful trees! such ferns! and such flowers!
Such rivers and mountains bold!
Such charming cascades! she gazes for hours,
And worships the ice king cold.

MALMO, THE WOUNDED RAT.

A poor man saw, by the roadside, a large white rat. It seemed to be
dead. Moving it gently he found it was alive, but had a broken leg. He
took it up and carried it to his lonely home. He bound up the bruised
leg, fed the poor creature, and soon it was quite well.

Sam Tills trained the rat to gentle ways, and taught it many little
tricks. Malmo was the only company Sam had. He worked in a cotton mill,
and took Malmo with him. He rode in his master's coat-pocket. It looked
droll to see his white head peeping out.

Sundays both went to dine with Sam's sister. Malmo's funny ways made
everybody laugh. When Sam said, "Malmo, go sit in my hat," he went at
once. He curled himself up in it, and nodded off to sleep.

When his master said, "Malmo, we're going now; slip in," the droll pet
jumped from the hat, ran up to his pocket-nest, said good-by in his
own fashion, and was ready to start. Evenings, when Sam was reading or
singing from his mother's hymn-book, Malmo had a nap on his master's
head. When it was time to go to bed Sam stroked Malmo's soft fur. The
rat rubbed himself against his master's hand. It was their good-night to
each other. Then Malmo crept into his basket, and the candle was blown
out. Soon both were fast asleep.

MAMA'S HAPPY CHRISTMAS.

It had seemed to the little Wendell children that they would have a
very sad Christmas. Mama had been very ill, and papa had been so anxious
about mama that he could not think of anything else.

When Christmas Day came, however, mama was so much better that she could
lie on the lounge. The children all brought their stockings into her
room to open them.

"You children all seem as happy as if you had had your usual Christmas
tree," said mama, as they sat around her.

"Why, I NEVER had such a happy Christmas before," said sweet little
Agnes. "And it's just because you are well again."

"Now I think you must all run out for the rest of the day," said the
nurse, "because your mama wants to see you all again this evening."

"I wish we could get up something expressly for mama's a