me tell you that the old horse and the baby had a fine
supper that night, and went to bed hugging each other, that
is, Johnny hugged the horse.

Soon his beautiful black eyes were closed in sleep, and his
little fat fingers, that had done so much mischief without
meaning any wrong, were resting quietly on his breast.

Those bright eyes and busy fingers wanted rest, don't you
think so? I do. So; good night, little Johnny.

LILLIE'S SAYINGS AND DOINGS;

OR,

THE EFFECTS OF A GOOD EXAMPLE.

Of all the precious, bright-eyed fairies I ever knew, little
Lillie was one of the very first and foremost. She was always
doing or saying something charming or funny; and sometimes,
_of course_, she was mischievous; but if you were ever so much
provoked at her mischief and its effects, _one_ look at her
sweet, innocent face, so unconscious of wrong meaning, with
the long golden curls floating round it, _one_ look, and the
great frown on your brow would soften into a little one;
_another_ look at the dimpled cheeks, and imploring blue eyes,
and the little frown would disappear entirely; but when the
sweet voice said, "Mamma, shall I put myself in the corner? I
_ought_ to go," why, one, two, three, presto!! all the angry
feelings would come right out of your heart, and fly away up
the chimney! and a very good riddance they were!

Don't you wish, little reader, that angry feelings of all
sorts and sizes against everybody, would adopt the fashion of
flying up the chimney, and never come back again? I do.

Lillie was five years old. She had two sisters older than herself.
One had already gone "home," and was now a little white-robed
angel in heaven, safe forever in Jesus' arms, from the temptations
and dangers of this sorrowful life. The other was a dark-haired,
dark-eyed little maiden, five years older than Lillie, and the
grave dignity of all these years caused Annie to be impressed
with a lively sense of the great necessity that rested upon her,
of setting a good example to her sister, and brother Willie, a
curly headed little fellow, not quite three years of age. I will
tell you how Annie came to feel this responsibility so deeply.

One day her mother asked her to go down stairs, and get a
book that she wanted; but Annie was very busy with her paper
dolls, and she answered in a low voice, for she hardly meant
her mother to hear her, "I shan't do it." When, what was her
amazement and sorrow, to hear her little Lilli