y found him not--the rabbit was not there!
His hutch, like Mrs. Hubbard's shelf, was very, very bare.

Now, where is he? They called the groom, the youth of twenty-three,
And said, "Oh, George, where's Bunny gone? Oh where, oh where is
he?"
"He's in the hot-house," George replied; "the gardener put him
there,
For he was growing thinner, miss, and losing all his hair."

They trotted to the garden then, and there the Bunny found,
And 'neath a vine beheld their pet reposing on the ground.
"Why, what is that?" they both exclaimed; "can that a rabbit be?
I never in my life before so strange a thing did see!"

[Illustration: THE RABBIT.]

They were surprised, and certainly the sight was strange to view,
For Bunny looked so very huge, and such a bundle too!
Such fat he had, and lots of hair, they longed a bit to pull;
He was exactly like a ball of living cotton-wool.

No tailor ever did produce a coat so superfine,
'Twas white as snow, and very thick on stomach, chest and spine--
As thick as heads of stupid boys with countenances glum;
And oh! the hair was very long--as long as any sum!

A host of friends and neighbors came the funny sight to see,
To one and all a rabbit forced was quite a novelty;
And everybody petted him, and loved him very much,
And brought him goody-goodies for the larder in his hutch.

* * * * *

One day--and now my pen and ink the deepest mourning wear--
They let him out upon the lawn for exercise and air;
They turned their backs, two dogs rushed up, and one, with swelling
chest,
Seized Bunny by his woolly throat, and--you must guess the rest.

UP AND DOING.

Boys, be up and doing,
For the day's begun;
Soon will come the noontide,
Then the set of sun;
At your tasks toil bravely
Till your work is done.

Let your hands be busy
In some useful way;
Don't neglect your study,
Don't forget your play;
There is time enough for each
Every blessed day.

A DARING FEAT.

Remarkable for its spire, the loftiest of St. Petersburg, is the
church of St. Peter and St. Paul. An anecdote connected with this
church, and not known, I believe, out of Russia, is worth telling. The
spire, which rises

"Lofty, and light, and small,"

and is probably represe