hings that Santa Claus brought, I shall not touch on that subject.
Now I hope, Cousin Richard, you have not forgotten your promise to write
me."

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Here were two little boys belonging to the same grand country,--one
writing from the shore of the Pacific, where all was balm and sunshine
on Christmas morning; and the other writing from the shore of the
Atlantic, where it was cold enough to skate. What an idea does this give
of the extent of our favored land, and the wonderful variety of its
climates and its products!

EMILY CARTER.

WHY THE HORSES JUMPED OVERBOARD.

THERE were two fine horses. Here is a picture of them. One was named
Albion, and the other Erin. Albion was the white horse, of course; for
the word "Albion" is derived from the Latin _albus_, white; and England
got the name of Albion because of its white chalky cliffs by the sea.

Well, these two fine horses belonged to Mr. Ducrow, who kept a circus.
They were on board a steamer bound for Newhaven in England. They had
been out at sea several days; and they longed to have a frolic on the
green land, and have a bite at some good crisp grass.

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So, when they saw the land quite near, what did they do but leap
overboard, and swim towards it! But the groom who took care of them
sprang instantly after them, and kept swimming beside them, guiding and
cheering them.

As soon as they got out of the water, and felt the green turf under
them, they snorted and gambolled, and showed their joy in various ways.
How nice the green grass must have tasted to them! and what fun it must
have been to lie down and have a good roll on the ground!

UNCLE CHARLES.

[Illustration: Music: THE LADY-BIRD]

Words by MRS. A. M. WELLS.

Music by T. CRAMPTON.

1. Lady-bird, lady-bird,
with a red wing!
What are you doing?
Poor little thing!
Flies are no longer heard
Buzzing around,
Spiders have hid themselves,
Wasps are not found.

2 Spring is not coming yet;
Why are you here?
Insects don't come about
This time of year.
Up the cold window-pane
Why do you roam?
Lady-bird, lady-bird,
Fly away home!

3 Come when the flowers come,