at too loudly playing:
An old goose chased him from the field; and Billy, screaming, ran,
Till on the kitchen floor he sank,--that valiant little man!

UNCLE CHARLES.

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CAKES AND PIES.

IN the dough! In the dough!
This is the way we make it go:
Roll it, roll it, smooth and thin;
Pound it with the rolling-pin;
Cut with thimbles, and it makes
Just the nicest dolly cakes.

Dolly, now, must have a pie:
We will make it, you and I.
Here's a cunning little tin!
Roll and roll the pie-crust thin;
Spread it smoothly now within;
Lay some bits of apple in,
Cover nicely; let it bake:
That's the way our pies we make.

Dolly may not eat it all;
Then, if playmates chance to call,
We will give them a surprise
With our little cakes and pies.
All we make is good to eat;
For our hands are clean and sweet;
And we have such handy ways.
Our dear mother often says,
That she thinks, by all the looks,
We shall soon be famous cooks.

EMEROY HAYWARD.

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THE TIDE COMING IN.

JULIA and Rose were on a visit to their uncle, who lived near the
seaside. They came from Ohio, and did not know about the ebb and flow of
the tide of the ocean. They ran down on the sandy beach, and seated
themselves on a rock.

Their cousin Rodney was not far off, engaged in fishing for perch. All
at once there was a loud cry from Julia, the elder of the two sisters.
The water had crept up all round the rock on which they sat, thus
forming an island of it; and they did not know what to make of it.

"The water has changed its place," shouted Rose.

Rodney was alarmed, and began to blame himself for neglecting, in his
eagerness to catch a few fish, the little girls under his charge.

He took off his shoes and stockings, rolled up his pantaloons, and ran
into the water over the sandy bottom to the rock. Taking Rose in his
arms, he told Julia to follow.

"But I shall wet my nice boots," said Julia.

"Then, wait on the rock," said Rodney, "while I carry Rose, and set her
down on dry land. I will then come for you, and carry you pickback to
the shore."

"No, Cousin Rodney," said Julia: "I think I will not ride pick