the colt is jet black. He is a bright little fellow, and I am
sure that his mother is proud of him.

Our Willie likes to stand at the bars of the pasture and look at the
colt. He often comes so near that the little boy pats him on the head.

Willie has named the colt "Frisky," because he is so very lively. He is
so nimble with his heels, that it is not safe for a small boy to go very
near him now; but Willie expects to ride him by and by.

A. B. C.

[Illustration]

KISSING A SUNBEAM.

LITTLE Baby Brown-Eyes
Sitting on the floor,
Every thing around him
Ready to explore,
Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly,
Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes
Sitting on the floor!

Flutters in a sunbeam
Through the open door,
Like a golden butterfly
Silently before
Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly,
Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes
Sitting on the floor.

See his little fingers
Eager for a prize,
And the hungry gladness
Laughing in his eyes!
Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly,
Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes
Capturing a prize!

Plucking at the sunbeam
With his finger-tips,
Tenderly he lifts them
To his rosy lips;
Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly,
Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes
Kissing the pink tips!

Brother of the sunbeam,
With your browny eyes,
Greet your silent sister,
Stealing from the skies;
Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly,
Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes
Kiss her as she flies!

Mamma catches sunbeams
In your laughing eye,
Hiding in your dimples,
Peeping very sly:
Plumpy, dumpy, roly-poly,
Pretty Baby Brown-Eyes,
She'll kiss them on the fly!

GEORGE S. BURLEIGH.

THE FISHERMAN'S RETURN HOME.

"FATHER is coming! Father is coming!" was little Tim's cry, as he sat at
the window of the little house by the seashore.

"How do you know he is coming?" said mother, who was tending the baby,
and at the same time trying to sew up the seams of a dress for Miss
Bella, the second child.

"I know he is coming, because I can s