the clever bird went away, and
returned with another bird of its own species. The weight of the two had
the desired effect, and they both enjoyed the reward of their sagacity.

LITTLE WORKERS.

I saw a little flake of snow
Fall down towards the land;
'Twas such a tender little thing,
It rested on my hand.
But after, when I went abroad,
And looked on field and hill,
The snow had covered everything,
And all the land was still.

I saw a little daisy-bud
Peep upwards through the green;
It was a tiny little flower,
And yet it promised spring.
And when the summer days had come,
The little blossoms fair
Had made a carpet red and white
That covered everywhere.

A child--it is a little thing,
How weak its hands! how small!
What tiny footsteps it doth take,
How soon 'twill slip and fall!
Yet all the wonders of the world.
The towers and castles fair,
Were thought and planned and built by men,
Who once small children were.

A NEGLECTED SALUTE.

An anecdote is told of one of the sons of the German Emperor which shows
that the faults of youth are common to all ranks, and that princes, no
less than ordinary boys, require to be trained in the way they should
go.

This little prince was a great favourite, and his winning ways made him
very popular. It was always his delight to receive the military salute
when he passed through the palace gates, and for this reason he looked
forward to his daily walk with his tutor.

But in the nursery he was inclined to be unruly, and there was at one
time great trouble in making him take his morning bath. One day, to his
surprise, when he rebelled he was allowed to go without it, and he
thought he had certainly gained the upper hand.

Later in the morning, when he passed the sentinel, the usual salute was
not given. He stormed and raged, but no notice was taken. At luncheon,
the little prince, with tears of wrath, complained of the insult which
had been offered him, fully expecting the immediate punishment of the
sentinel.

But the Emperor only shook his head. 'What else could you expect' he
said. 'Surely you did not imagine that the guard would salute a dirty
boy?'

After this there was no more trouble about the morning tubs.

A STORY OF THE UNFORESEEN.

'It's no good, Baker, the thing we must decide is whether Billy or
Pottles will give us the most lines; for we shall