Their feathers had not grown to quite their full length, and they had not seen so much of the world as their fathers had.

8. After there had been a good deal of grand talking and blustering, one old crow said he had a question to ask. He would beg leave to inquire, through the chairman, whether the windmill had ever been known to go away from the place where it was then standing, and to chase crows about with murderous intent.

9. It was answered that such conduct on the part of the giant had never been heard of.

10. "How, then," the speaker wished to know, was it likely to kill any of them?"

11. The answer was, "By their venturing toc near the mill."

12. "And that is the only way that any are likely to get killed by the windmill?" sued the venerable crow.

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13. "Yes," the chairman said; "that is the way, I believe."

And the crows generally nodded their heads, as much as to say,

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14. "Well, then," said the speaker, "let's keep out of harm's way, That's all I have to say."

IX.-MAKE YOUR OWN SUNSHINE.

H dear, it always does rain when I want to go anywhere," cried little Jennie Moore. "It's too bad. Now I've got to stay in-doors all day, and I know I shall have a wretched day."

2. "Perhaps so,” said Uncle Jack; “but you need not have a bad day unless you choose."

3. "How can I help it? I wanted to go to the park and hear the band, and take Fido and play on the grass, and have a good time, and pull

wild flowers and eat sandwiches under the trees. But now there is n't going to be any sunshine at all, and I'll have to stand here and see it rain, and see the water run off the duck's back all day."

4. " Well, let's make a little sunshine," said Uncle Jack.

5. "Make sunshine ?" said Jennie; "why, how you do talk!" and she smiled through her tears. "You haven't got a sunshine factory, have you?"

6. "Well, I'm going to start one right off, if you 'll be my partner," replied Uncle Jack. "Now, let me give you these rules for making sunshine: first, Don't think what might have been if the day had been better; second, See how many pleasant things there are left to en

joy; and, lastly, Do all you can to make other people happy."

7. "Well, I'll try the last thing first;" and she went to work to amuse her little brother Willie, who was crying. By the time she had him riding a chair and laughing she was laughing.

8. "Well," said Uncle Jack, "I see you are a good sunshine-maker, for you've got about all you or Willie can hold just now. But let's try what we can do with the second rule."

9. "But I have a't anything to enjoy; my dolls are all old and my picture-books all torn, and-"

10. "Hold!" said Uncle Jack; "here's an old newspaper. Now, let's get some fun out

of it."

11. "Fun out of a newspaper? why, how you talk!"

12. But Uncle Jack showed her how to make a mask by cutting holes in the paper, and how to cut a whole family of paper-dolls, and how to make pretty things for Willie out of the paper.

13. Then he got the tea-tray and showed her how to roll a marble round it.

14. And so she found many a pleasant amusement, and when bedtime came she kissed Uncle Jack and said,

"Good-night, dear Uncle Jack."

15. Good-night, little sunshine-maker," said Uncle Jack.

16. And Jennie dreamed that night that Uncle Jack had built a great house, and put a sign over the door which read:

SUNSHINE FACTORY.

UNCLE JACK AND LITTLE JENNIE.

17. She made Uncle Jack laugh when she told him her dream; but she never forgot what you must remember-A cheerful heart makes its own sunshine.

X.-WAITING FOR THE MAY.

1.

ROM out his hive there came a bee;

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"Has spring-time come or not?" said he.

Alone within a garden-bed

A small, pale snowdrop raised its head.

II.

""Tis March, this tells me," said the bee;
"The hive is still the place for me;
The day is chill, although 't is sunny,
And icy cold this snowdrop's honey."

III.

Again came humming forth the bee;
"What month is with us now?" said he,
Gay crocus-blossoms, blue and white

And yellow, opened to the light.

IV.

"It must be April," said the bee, "And April's scarce the month for me. I'll taste these flowers (the day is sunny), And wait before I gather honey."

V.

Once more came out the waiting bee. ""Tis come; I smell the spring!" said he. The violets were all in bloom;

The lilac tossed a purple plume.

VI.

The daffodil wore a yellow crown;
The cherry-tree a snow-white gown;
And by the brookside, wet with dew,
The early wild wake-robins grew.

VII.

"It is the May-time," said the bee;
"The queen of all the months for me;
The flowers are here, the sky is sunny;
'Tis now the time to gather honey."