HAPPY AND GAY MARCHING AWAY

"FLY LITTLE BIRD AWAY."

A lit-tle girl Read in her book, How a wick-ed boy A wild bird took From out its nest In the green-wood tree A cap-tive now 'Tis forced to be, And flutters its poor wings all day long, And beats the bars of its cage so strong.

"Poor lit-tle bird!" She soft-ly cried; Then on her head Her hood she tied, Took down the cage Of her own bird, Opened the door, With joy-ous word. "Fly, lit-tle bird, a-way," quoth she, Back to your home in the green-wood tree.

A-way, a-way, The glad bird flew, Far out of sight, In heav-ens blue. The wee girl watched With won-der-ing eye, Till it had fad-ed In the sky, Then sat her down, and cried, "Boo-hoo! My bird is gone! What shall I do?"

Her pin-a-fore With tears was wet: "My bird a-gain, I'll nev-er get." At last she raised Her weep-ing eye, And there at hand, What should she spy But bird-ie hop-ping in his door, Tired of his free-dom, back once more.

MAY DAY.

One day, all in the sweet spring weather, Two lit-tle folk went out to-geth-er. Oh the bright May-day! Sun was shining, birds were sing-ing, Flow-ers bloom-ing, May-bells ring-ing! Oh the glad May-day!

So they two went forth a May-ing, Laugh-ing, dan-cing, sing-ing, say-ing "Oh the bright May-day! What care we for moth-er's warn-ing? Who would bide at home this morn-ing? Oh the glad May-day!"

HI DIDDLE, DIDDLE!

JACK AND JILL.

These are Jack and Jill. Do you not see their pail? They fill it with salt wa-ter.

"What a sweet lit-tle lamb!" said May. "No: it is a wolf. I must run: he will eat me."

DOLL AND I.

"Oh, dear! On, dear! 'Tis al-most nine. The birds all sing, The sun does shine. Poor Doll and I To school must go: I don't see why, We hate it so. I hate those let-ters. They twist and turn. There's no use try-ing: I'll nev-er learn.

"Hur-rah! hur-rah! At last it's two! I am so glad! What shall we do? Come, Doll, let's run. I'll nev-er go, When I get big, To school, I know; But ev-er-y min-ute of the day I'll spend just as I like, in play."

THE BIRTHDAY PRESENT.

"Hold it tight, Tom, dear," said May. "Mam-ma will be pleased at her birth-day gift. I think it is just love-ly." But the words were not out of her mouth when Tom caught his foot and fell at full length on the car-pet. Crash! went the vase that was to have been mam-ma's pres-ent in-to bits.

May burst in-to tears, but she stopped all at once when she saw that Tom did not get up, and that his face was grow-ing ve-ry white. "Oh! Tom," she cried, "is a-ny-thing the matter?"

"My knee," groaned Tom, "it hurts aw-ful-ly."

May ran at once for pa-pa. He came, and Tom was lift-ed up and put to bed, and the doc-tor was sent for. It was found that his knee was bad-ly hurt, and that he must not get out of bed for a month. Hard work it was for Tom, but May stayed by him all the time, and at the month's end he was well a-gain.

ROVER PASSES BY.

A scared little couple, Fright in each eye! O what is the matter? A dog passes by! Bow-wow!

I'm sure 'tis a big dog, Or kitty'd not hide, And her brave little mistress So nearly have cried! Bow-wow!

"THE SEA FOAM"

One bright spring day Tom got out his new sail-boat, "The Sea Foam." Dol-ly went with him, and they set out for the pond. They had but just put the boat in the wa-ter, when they saw their cous-in Grace. She had a doll in her arms, which she was car-ry-ing with great care; and she had her eyes on the ground as she walked a-long.

Here is a sto-ry in four pictures. Read it for your-selves.