They found by the hill-side the flowers they sought, And Henry had with him a basket brought

Which he filled with the blossoms wild.

And Tiger and he in the high grass played,
And on its soft carpet themselves they laid,
Till 't was time to go away home.

Then Henry looked round toward the pond to see
If the flowers were there, that he thought would be,
And longed by the water to roam.

For the scarlet cardinal flowers were there,
That his mother loved, and the lilies fair;

And he thought they would look so bright,
Mingled with those he had found by the hill,
That were all of them white as the snow, yet still
He knew that he should not do right.

He thought to himself, "If mother could know
How pretty they are, she would let me go,
And she very little will care."

He forgot her commands, and again he said,
My mother is always too much afraid;"
And soon he found himself there.

The scarlet blossoms he gathered with ease,
But the lilies he bent o'er the pond to seize,
And stepped upon a rolling stone;

In reaching so far as the lilies grew,
He fell, lost his basket and lilies too,

And they floated away every one.

Poor Henry! the waters closed over him there,
Alone and unaided, he thought in despair

Of his mother's last parting command.

He cried, and he struggled, and would have been drowned,

But Tiger plunged in, and the sinking boy found,
And brought him quite safely to land.

And there on the grass, as exhausted he lay,
And saw his sweet flowers all floating away,
He cried with vexation and pain.

And he thought, "I will tell my dear mother of this,
I will ask her forgiveness, my fault I'll confess,
And I'll not disobey her again.

LETTER FROM AN INFANT, TO HER COUSIN OF THE SAME AGE.

Cara dear, my baby-cousin,
I send you kisses by the dozen,
Hoping they will meet you, love,
Kind and gentle as the dove.
Nine months old this day are we,
A birth-day gift I send to thee,
That you may think of little me;
For it is just like another,

Bought this day for me by mother,
Who thought the color was so bright,
It would find favor in our sight;
And little babies, so they say,
Delight in colors bright and gay.

I wish to know what you can do,
That's wonderful and strange and new.

I can talk all day and night,
I can sit and stand and bite,
I can laugh and I can cry,
As loud as any large baby.
They say I am extremely small,
But that I can't believe at all ;
I know my soul is very great,
For I can think and love and hate.
I have teeth one more than two;
Tell me, is it thus with you?
And to-day, while I was sleeping,
Mother saw another peeping
Through the wound, that Dr. Hale
Made the day I looked so pale,
And felt so sadly sick and weak,
That I could not look up or speak.
But now I am a good deal better,
Else I could never write this letter.

I hope that you are well and glad,
And nothing comes to make you sad;
No disappointments and no frights;
And that you 're good in the dark nights,