Yet all in order true;
Each seems to know,
Both where to go,
And what it has to do.

'Mid summer heat,
The honey sweet,
It gathers while it may;
In tiny drops,
And never stops
To waste its time in play.

I hear it come,
I know its hum;
It flies from flower to flower;
And to its store,
A little more
It adds, each day and hour.

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[Illustration: THE LARK AND YOUNG.]

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V--THE VULTURE.

_On rugged rods the Vulture waits
To scent its carrion prey,
When down, into the plains below
It takes its rapid way._

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W--THE WOLF.

_Fierce is the wolf, and crafty too,
And swift of foot is he;
In forest depths and mountain glens
He loves to wander free._

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X--THE XEMA.

_In far-off lands, 'neath northern skies,
And on the surfy shore,
Lives the lone Xema, and delights
In ocean's thunder roar._

MOTHER AND PUPS.

The dog that you see here looking quite maternal with her family around
her, is the sheep dog, the shepherd's faithful and invaluable friend. It
is the most sagacious and intelligent of all dogs, and volumes of
anecdotes might be written of its intelligence and affection.

Mr. St. John, in his "Highland Sports," tells the following: "A shepherd
once, to prove the quickness of his dog, who was lying before the fire
where we were talking, said to me in the middle of a sentence concerning
something else, 'I'm thinking, sir, the cow is in the potatoes;' when
the dog, who appeared to be asleep, immediately jumped up, and leaping
through the open window and on to the roof of the house, where he could
get a view of the potato field, and not seeing the cow there, he looked
into the farm-yard, where she was, and finding that all was right,
returned to his old position before the fire."

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THE FRIENDLY TERNS.

One day Mr. Edward, the Scotch naturalist shot at a Tern, hoping to
secure the beautiful creature as a specimen. The ball broke the bird's
wing, and he fell screaming down to the water. His cries brought other
terns to the rescue, and with pitiful screams they flew to the spot
where the naturalist stood, while the tide drifted their wounded brother
toward the shore. But before Mr. Edward could secure his prize, he
observed, to his astonishment, that two of the terns had flown down to
the water, and were gently lifting up their suffering companion, one
taking ho