ter
seized him by the ear, and said, "You little scamp, how did you find
that out? You are right, sir! But what business have you to criticise my
picture? I am hesitating whether to thrash you, or to make a painter of
you."

"Make a painter of me, by all means;" said Norman, laughing; for he saw
that the honest painter was only half in earnest.

Well, the end of it was, that Norman accompanied the painter to the
city, and began to study drawing and painting. He succeeded so well,
that, after he had been studying six years, he one day brought to his
friend the painter the sketch which we have had copied above.

"Do you remember that?" asked Norman.

"Of course I do!" said the painter. "It represents our first meeting.
Little did I think that the young vagabond with the basket on his back
would one day beat me in sketching."

ALFRED SELWYN.

[Illustration: HURRAH! GREAT BOOT-RACE UNDER DIFFICULTIES.]

[Illustration: "NOW, WHEN SHE COMES OUT, I SHALL BE SURE OF HER!"]

PICTURES FOR WALTER.

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HERE are some birds having a ride on the weather-vane. The vane is on
the top of the barn.

I should think it would make the birds dizzy to swing backwards and
forwards. But they like it just as well as some boys like to swing on a
gate.

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Here is an old crow sitting on the fence. He is a sly old thief. There
is a nest in the grass; and he is after the eggs. If you try to get near
him, he will fly away, saying "Caw, caw, caw!"

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The milk-maid set down her pail of milk, and went to the orchard. A
little pig came along, and tipped the pail over; and the milk was all
spilled. Never leave milk where a pig can get at it.

A woodpecker had a nest in a hollow tree. A boy climbed up to get the
eggs; but the old birds flew at him, and pecked him, and made him get
down. I am glad they drove him away. What right had he to meddle with
their nest?

W. O. C.

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THE FISHERMEN'S CHILDREN.

THERE were three children on the beach looking out to see the boats of
the fishermen sail off to the fishing-grounds. Little Joe Bourne and his
sister Susan stood side by side, watching their father's boat. Rachel,
who was with them, was not their sister, but an orphan-child, whose
grandfather, Mr. Harrison, was in one of the boats.

It was a windy