difficulties he met with, made him ready to give
up the study in despair. After listlessly looking out of the window,
he turned over the leaves of his book, when the lining at the back
attracted his attention. Looking at it closely, he found it was part
of a letter written to a young man, apparently, like himself,
disheartened with his difficulties. "Go on, sir, go on," was the
counsel; "the difficulties you meet will disappear as you advance."

This short sentence seemed to give the student fresh courage.
Following out these simple words he applied himself with renewed
energy to his studies, and ultimately became one of the most learned
men of his day.

D.

FALSE SHAME.

Do not be ashamed, my lad, if you have a patch on your elbow. It is no
mark of disgrace. It speaks well for your industrious mother. For our
part, we would rather see a dozen patches on your clothes than to have
you do a bad or mean action, or to hear a profane or vulgar word
proceed from your lips. No good boy will shun you or think less of you
because you do not dress as well as he does, and if any one laugh at
your appearance, never mind it. Go right on doing your duty.

[Illustration: {FIVE DEER.}]

CLARA AND THE ANIMAL BOOK.

Clara was a little western girl. She had lived in San Francisco until
she was nine years old, when her dear mamma and papa brought her east
to live with Aunt Mary and Cousin Charlie, and they were growing very
fond of her indeed, for she was so sweet and kind and always obedient.

One day she was sitting out under the blossoming trees on the old
Worden seat, her book lying, unread, in her lap, and her eyes having a
dreamy, far-away look in them, when, from the balcony overhead,
sounded a piping little voice:

"Clara, Tousin Clara! has oo dot my Animal book?" and a small,
rosy-cheeked boy came running to her, rubbing his sleepy, dark eyes.

"Why, Charlie, have you finished your nap so soon? yes here is your
Animal book, and what shall I read about?"

"Oh, about the deers, wiz their dreat big horns, and--and--_every_
sin," and he nestled close, satisfied he would hear all he wished. So
she read a short sketch of the deer, its haunts and habits, when he
interrupted:

"Has oo ever _seen_ a deer--a real _live_ one?" and his black eyes
opened wide.

"Oh, yes; and when we were coming east, across the plains, whenever
the train drew near a wooded stream, often the screaming wh