at
the dog cannot scent him so well on the rock as on the grass. If he can
find a pond or stream of water, the deer will plunge in and swim a long
distance, so that the dogs may lose his trail.

It is a joyful sound to the poor hunted deer when the dogs send up that
sad, dismal howl, which they give utterance to when they have lost all
scent of the deer, and despair of finding it. He is then a happy deer.
He hides quietly in some covert among the bushes, and he will take care
to place himself where the wind will carry all odors of his body away
from the direction where he supposes the dogs to be.

So you see the deer is by no means a stupid animal. He knows, better
than many a little boy, how to take care of himself, and get out of the
way of danger. And now can you tell me in what part of the State of New
York are the Adirondack Mountains?

From a correspondent in Springfield, Mo., I have a letter, in which the
writer says: "I suppose the Boston boys don't have deer for pets. I have
a young one named Billy, and he eats corn out of my pocket. When I come
home from school he always runs to meet me. Although he can jump over
fences, he never tries to run away. He wears a collar with a bell on it:
so we can hear him when he is down in the orchard eating apples, which
he seems to be very fond of."

UNCLE CHARLES.

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GRANDMA ASLEEP.

GRANDMA dear has gone to sleep;
See how still the children keep!
Little Johnny leaves his toys,
And, without a bit of noise,
Rests his book on grandma's lap
While she takes her peaceful nap;
Darling Mabel on the floor
Sits all quiet and demure;
And old pussy tries to be
Just the stillest of the three.

JANE OLIVER.

THE LAY OF THE GRASSHOPPER.

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1. There was a grasshopper lived in a palm-tree,
Silver-voiced as a frog in June;
Was not pleas'd with his situation,
Thought he'd like to go to the moon.
Oh! Heigh-ho! . . . How shall I get there? oh! . . .
A hop and a skip and a flop and a flip, and over the clouds I'll go.

2. Up he went like a streak of lightning,
Lit on the moon like a thunderbolt.
Nought could he find but a man with a lantern,
Riding about on a pea-green colt.
Oh! Heigh-ho! .