imes around the king's pavilion.

Night at length closed upon the happy scene, and the king and queen
retired to their tent, accompanied by their son, to learn from his lips
the course of events by which his life had been preserved, and his
health restored. They joined in humble thanks to the Great Author of
all happiness, for the special blessings that had been bestowed upon
them; and the king marked his sense of gratitude by gifts and benefits
extended to the helpless and the deserving among his subjects. The
good old herdsman was among the most favored, and the worthy Math was
put in a path of honor and promotion, of which he proved himself well
deserving.

"HIS LUDSHIP."

BARBARA YECHTON.

You could not have found anywhere two happier boys than were Charlie
and Selwyn Kingsley one Saturday morning early in June. In their
delight they threw their arms around each other and danced up and down
the piazza, they tossed their hats in the air and hurrahed, they sprang
down the stone steps two at a time, dashed about the grounds in a wild
fashion that excited their dog Fritz, and set him barking in the
expectation of a frolic, then raced across to their special chum and
playmate, Ned Petry. They arrived there almost out of breath, but with
such beaming faces that before they reached the hammock where he lay
swinging Ned called out, "Halloa! what's happened? Something good, I
know."

"We're going--" panted Charlie, dropping down on the grass beside him.

"To Europe!" supplemented Selwyn.

"No!" cried Ned, springing up. "Isn't that just jolly! When do you
sail, and who all are going? Let's sit in the hammock together. Now
tell me all about it." The three boys crowded into the hammock, and
for a few minutes questions and answers flew thick and fast.

"You know we've always wanted to go." said Charlie. Ned nodded. "And
the last time papa went he promised he'd take us the next trip, but we
didn't dream he was going this summer."

"Though we suspected something was up," broke in Selwyn, "because for
about a week past whenever Charlie and I would come into the room papa
and mamma'd stop talking; but we never thought of Europe."

"Until this morning," continued Charlie, "after breakfast, when papa
said, 'Boys, how would you like a trip to Europe with your mother and
me?'"

"At first we thought he was joking," again interrupted eager little
Selwyn, "because his eyes twinkled just as they do when he