ld they see coming up the piazza
steps, but Boney, with a bobolink in his mouth! He walked right up to
Fannie, and laid it down at her feet, and looked up at his little
mistress, with such a satisfied, happy expression on his face, as if
he would say,--"There, that's the best I could do, and you are welcome
to it."

Fannie understood his good intentions, and laughed heartily, and that
was the beginning of her recovery.

Pretty soon, she was able to go out again, and she and Boney had the
best of times that summer.

CATCHING SNOW FLAKES.

BY MRS. S. J. BRIGHAM.

Down from the sky, one winter day,
The snow-flakes tumbled and whirled in play.
White as a lily,
Light as a feather,
Some so chilly
Were clinging together.
Falling so softly on things below,
Covering all with beautiful snow.

Drifting about with the winds at play,
Hiding in hollows along the way,
White as a lily,
Light as a feather,
Coming so stilly
In cold winter weather.
Touching so lightly the snow-bird's wing,
Silently covering every thing.

Every flake is a falling star,
Gently falling, who knows how far?
White as a lily,
Light as a feather,
Hosts so stilly
Are falling together.
Every star that comes fluttering down,
Falls, I know, from the Frost King's crown.

A MISCHIEVOUS MONKEY.

Jocko was hardly more than a baby monkey, but he was so full of
mischief that he often made his mother very sad. Jocko's father used
to get angry with him; sometimes he used to give Jocko a good
spanking; only he hadn't a slipper as the father of little boys have!
Jocko's father and mother used to try to teach him that it was very
bad manners to snatch any thing from the visitors who came up to the
cage. That was a very hard lesson for Jocko to learn. One day he
snatched a pair of spectacles from an old lady, who was looking into
the cage and laughing; the old lady screamed with fright. Jocko tried
to put the spectacles on himself; but the keeper made him give them
up. When the old lady got her glasses again, she didn't care to look
at the monkeys any more.

Another day Jocko was taken very sick; he laid down in one corner of
the cage, and could not be made to move. His mother thought he was
going to die, and she was quite sure that some of his monkey cousins
had hurt him. "Not so," chattered Jocko's father,