God, who sees you do ill, will one day make you feel for all the pain you give to those poor birds. Come, my dears, it is time for us to turn back.

The next day, when Frank and Charles went to school, they were told that a boy had been found dead in a lane close by the It was the boy they had seen in the

town. tree!

THERE is a country a great way off called England; and it is ruled by a king. William

the Fourth is now the king of England; but many years ago, there was a very young king of that country, who was called Edward the Sixth.

He was a very good and pious youth; as you will believe when you hear my story.

This young king was one day reading in his library, when he wished to reach for a book which was on a very high shelf. He called to one of his friends, who was with him, to bring something for him to stand on, so that he might reach the book.

His friend brought a very large and thick Bible. But Edward would by no means place his foot upon the sacred book, and told his friend, sternly, that it was unfit that he should trample under his feet that, which he ought to treasure up in his head and heart.

LESSON XXXVII.

The Prize.

Mother. WELL, Frank; well, Charles; I hope you have both been good boys to day. Frank. Yes, mother, that we have. Charles. I can speak for Frank, mother. Frank. Yes, and I can speak, too; just let me say one word in your ear, mother.

Mother. Well, what is it?

Frank. Charles has got a prize to day.
Mother. A prize!

Frank. Yes, and it is a nice new book. I wish I could say things like Charles, and then I should have a new book too.

Mother. You know you are not as old as he is when you are at his age, you will do as well, I have no doubt.

Frank. Do you think I shall? O, how glad I shall be! Well, I will try all I can, I

am sure.

Mother. And pray, Charles, where is this nice new book, which Frank has told me of? Charles. Here it is, mother; it is "Hymns in Prose."

Mother. "Hymns in Prose !" Truly, it is one of the best books young folks can have. And how did you gain this prize?

Charles. I had hurt my hand, you know, so that I could not write, and was told to learn one of the Hymns as a kind of task.

Frank. Yes, mother, and he said it so well that he won the book.

Mother. You are a good boy; and you have made your mother quite happy. By and by, I will hear you say the lines.

Frank. So do, mother, for they are very good words, and I shall be truly glad to hear them again.

LESSON XXXVIII.

Alfred's Return.

THE tenth of June was the day fixed for Alfred Worthy to return from school, and pass the holidays at his father's house; and his little sister Sarah could talk of nothing but Alfred's return.

Are you sure, father, says she, Alfred will come home to day. Do look at his letter once more. Does it say Thursday? Well, it is very strange, I think, that he is not here. Sally says it is half past four o'clock, and any horse would have brought him ten miles before this.

I have been watching for him, till I am quite tired; and so now I will try to finish the work which I left. He is very slow not to be here before this; I have taken such pains, too, to get every thing ready for him.

I have cleared out the little closet for his school-books; I have weeded his garden, and made it look so neat, that I think he will scarcely know it again; and I have got all my little presents ready to show him. O dear, it is so provoking that he does not come!

What a great deal we shall have to say to

each other! Do you know any of those fine stories he told us last holidays? Brother Alfred knew many things then, but I dare say he knows much more now.

What a nice story that was of the little girl, who made a very silly choice about a purple jar! She would have the jar instead of a pair of new shoes; and when she had it, she was sorry, for the jar was of no use to her, and her shoes daily grew worse and worse, till they were quite worn out.

And one day, when her father was going to take her and her brother to see the new glass-house, her shoes were so bad she could not keep them up at the heel, and was forced to stay at home.

She then found out, when it was too late, that the shoes would have been of much more use to her than the jar.-But hark! there is a chaise at the gate: it is Alfred: 0, father, he is come!

LESSON XXXIX.

The Spider.

As a little boy was walking with his mother, one day, he saw a spider with its