t no one loves him should
ask himself the question, 'But do I love any one?'"

IDA FAY.

HOW THE MORNING COMES.

CHEERY, cheery,
Out of the dreary
Dark there glows
A tint of yellow, a purple gleam,
A shine of silver, a brazen beam,
A flush of rose;
The darkness, meanwhile, flying, gone:
Thus does the morning dawn.

Creeping, creeping,
Daintily peeping,
Hastes the light
Through the window to see where lies
The little girl with the sleepy eyes;
Glistens bright
With very joy to find the place
Where lies her dreaming face.

Drowsy, drowsy,
A little frowzy
Gold-locked head
Turns on its pillow, yawns, and winks;
Lifts from its pillow, peeps, and blinks;
Turns in bed;
Then with a slow, reluctant shake,
Is almost wide awake.

MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.

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MY RABBITS.

ONE day Cousin John asked me if I would like two nice rabbits. I said I
would like them very much. So he gave them to me, and I had a pen made
for them.

One I called Pink, and the other White. They were very tame, and soon
got to know their names. I took them out and let them run about the yard
every fine day.

Once Pink ran away, and I thought he was lost. I had a long chase after
him through the bushes; but I caught him at last and brought him home.

My brother George kept a lot of chickens in the yard, and while I fed my
pet rabbits, he would feed his chickens.

HATTIE.

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THE COUNCIL OF BUZZARDS.

THE buzzard is a large black bird, nearly as large as a turkey. He never
kills that he may eat, but devours the refuse in the city streets, and
the dead animals on the prairies and swamps of the Southern States. It
is against the law to shoot buzzards; for they are the health officers
of the South.

Here, in beautiful, sunny Louisiana, I seldom look out doors without
seeing one or more buzzards slowly circling around in the air in quest
of food. Before they begin to eat, they arrange themselves in a solemn
row, as if holding a council, and "caw" in a