away; "when we speak
harshly to our fellows, we arouse their angry feelings, and then evil
spirits have power over them; but when we speak kindly, we affect them with
gentleness, and good spirits flow into this latter state, and excite in
them better thoughts and intentions. How quickly Henry changed, when you
changed your manner and the character of your language. Do not forget this,
my son. Do not forget, that kind words have double the power of harsh
ones."

[Illustration: THE HERONS AND THE HERRINGS.]

THE HERONS AND THE HERRINGS.
A FABLE.

A Heron once came--I can scarcely tell why--
To the court of his cousins, the fishes,
With despatches, so heavy he scarcely could fly,
And his bosom brimfull of good wishes.

He wished the poor Herrings no harm, he said,
Though there seemed to be cause for suspicion;
His government wished to convert them, instead,
And this was the end of his mission.

The Herrings replied, and were civil enough,
Though a little inclined to be witty:
"We know we are heathenish, savage, and rough,
And are greatly obliged for your pity.

"But your plan of conversion we beg to decline,
With all due respect for your nation;
No doubt it would tend to exalt and refine,
Yet we fear it would check respiration."

The Heron returned to his peers in disdain,
And told how their love was requited.
"Poor creatures!" they said, "shall we let them remain
So ignorant, blind, and benighted?"

Then soon on a crusade of love and good-will
The Herons in council decided;
And they flew, every one that could boast a long bill,
To the beach where the Herrings resided.

So the tribe were soon converts from ocean to air,
Though liking not much the diversion,
And wishing at least they had time to prepare
For so novel a mode of conversion.

A sensible child will discover with ease
The point of the tale I've related--
A blockhead could not, let me say what I please--
Then why need my MORAL be stated?

EARLY SPRING FLOWERS.

Of all the amusements of my childhood, I can think of none which I loved so
much as rambling in the woods and meadows among the flowers. What a rich
treat it used to be, just after the earth had thrown aside its white
mantle, and begun to be clothed in its summer dress, to get permission to