es were gone from one
foot; so that he had to stand on the other. At first, Aunt Jane thought
it would be a mercy to kill the little fellow, and put him out of pain;
but she finally determined that she would try to cure him.

So she took him into the kitchen, and made him quite comfortable in a
box half filled with cotton-batting, and placed near the stove. She gave
him cracked-corn to eat, and plenty of water to drink, and, after a
while, he got so strong, that he hopped out of the box, and was just as
jolly a chicken as he could be, with only one eye to see with, and only
one foot and the stump of another to walk on.

Still he would not go out and play with other chickens of his age, but
persisted in hanging around the kitchen. One morning, when Aunt Jane
went into the breakfast-room, she found him on the table, helping
himself from a dish of stewed potatoes. Such impudence could no longer
be tolerated: so the saucy little cripple was banished to the barnyard
to learn manners.

And what do you think became of the unmotherly hen? She lost all her
friends. She was despised and hated by everybody on the farm. She was
pointed at as "that cruel, speckled hen," until life became a burden to
her. She was not permitted to have any more chickens. When the cold
weather came, she was sent to a poor woman for a thanksgiving dinner;
and it is to be hoped that all the hens in the barnyard took warning
from her fate.

C.R.W.
LANSINGBURGH. N.Y.

[Illustration: Outline Drawing by MR. HARRISON WEIR, as a drawing
lesson.]

THE CHILDREN'S VISIT TO THE LIGHTHOUSE.

Charlie and Georgie were staying at Appledore, one of the Isles of
Shoals, and, with two other little children, had many nice times fishing
and sailing.

The lighthouse is on White Island, which, as you see in the picture, is
a lonely and rocky place. It would be very dangerous for any ship to
come in from sea on that part of the coast, if it were not for the
friendly warning of the brilliant light.

One warm, sunny morning, Charlie and Georgie, with their papa and mamma,
and their two little friends, rowed across from Appledore, and landed on
the pebbly beach of White Island. Here the children ran about, and
picked up stones until they were tired; and then the whole party seated
themselves on some shaded rocks, and ate their lunch of crackers and
bananas.

While they were eating, an old whit