rimrose is sweet by the river's green brink;
The gold of the Cowslip is bright on the sea--
All these have a sweetness not granted to me.'

But into the meadows a child strayed one day,
She passed by the Lily and Rose on the way;
Nor gathered the Primrose, the Violet blue,
But went to the field where the small Daisy grew.

And all through the hours of that bright sunny day,
Where the sweet Daisy blossomed she lingered to play;
And the Daisy was glad when, at even's soft fall,
She said that its blossom was sweetest of all.

PUZZLERS FOR WISE HEADS.

4.--CHARADE.

My first is very rapid; my second is a beautiful tree; and my whole is
used for cement.

C. J. B.

[_Answer on page_ 115.]

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ANSWERS TO PUZZLES ON PAGE 51.

2.--Locke. Wordsworth. Swift.
Bacon. Steele. Scott.
Burns. Lamb. Goldsmith.

3.--1. Hereford. 3. Denver. 6. Pekin.
2. Venice. 4. Milan. 7. Bergen.
5. Berlin.

CROCODILES IN CENTRAL AFRICA.

Crocodiles are very plentiful on the shores of the vast lakes of Central
Africa, and the English people living in those parts do not seem to mind
them much. One lady wrote home a few weeks ago: 'We went for a swim in
Lake Nyasa yesterday. The water was beautifully blue and warm. We took
three of our native school-girls to drive away the crocodiles.'

One of the crew of the mission steamer, _Chauncy Maples_, lately found
eighty-seven crocodile eggs in a hole on the beach near Likoma; the
mother, after laying them, had covered them all over with sand, and then
had gone away and left the eggs to be hatched by the hot sun. The man
took some of the eggs and soon was able to announce, proudly, that he
had 'sixteen little crocodiles on board, all healthy and snappy!'

On landing at a mission station some days later, five of these little
crocodiles were sent up in a paraffin tin to be inspected by the mission
ladies, who pronounced them to be 'charming little beasts.'

PEEPS INTO NATURE'S NURSERIES.

III.--THE LIFE-HISTORY OF THE COMMON EEL.

We meet people now and then who tell us that, in these scientific days,
all the poetry and mystery of Nature is being destroyed. This is not
only untrue, but stupid. All that science has done is to substitute
truth for legend, and truth is generally more b