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DENIS DONOVAN'S DONKEY. did not bring in much; and Denis bad but

one ambition, and that was to start as

costermonger, with a donkey and truck. EARY me! deary me! A wild scheme, truly, for a little lad who I never thought to ha

hadn't a sixpence in his pockets, or much come to this !' said more than rags to his back. However, Mrs. Donovan, as she though he was so poor, he was rich in hope rocked herself to and and courage; and so he started, unknow fro in her seat by the to his mother, to beg one or two gentlemen little bit of fire in and ladies, who had known his dead father,

the grate, and wiped to give him a lift.' her eyes with a corner of her apron. The boy's earnestness got him at first a • What's to become of us I don't know: hearing, and his desire to help mother? we'll have to go into the House, I suppose and keep her out of the House,' interested -me that's always been toiling and slaving those to whom he applied; and so Denis was to keep a bit of a place of my own!' successful at last, and the money was ready

Denis drew up his head proudly. . We for the purchase of his donkey, truck, and won't go into the House, mother. I'll vegetables. work for you and the little ones.'

He had planned a great surprise, and Mrs. Donovan looked fondly at the lad- this was to drive his donkey down James's he was her special pet and darling amongst Buildings, and let mother be astonished by the seven- but not as if she trusted much

the sight.

So he found an old friend of to his power of doing a great deal.

his father's to help him with his purchases, “Eh, my lad, and it's little you can do that he might begin without making any to get bread for us, and you not twelve mistakes. It wasn't a handsome donkey, years old. Eh, it's a bad thing for a woman I must confess, it had been a costermonger's to lose a good, steady husband, and be left property for many a long year; but Denis with a pack of children about her.' And had got him a bargain, and I don't supMrs. Donovan cried still more, and neither pose a soldier was ever more proud of his Denis, Katie, Biddy, nor the rest of them, charger than the little Irish boy was of bis could do or say anything to comfort their old Neddy. distressed mother.

The night before Denis began his trade But though he was young, Denis was a he had but little sleep, he was so anxious sharp little chap, and he believed that if to be up and off to the markets with Barney only he could get a chance of work he O’Leary to buy his vegetables. would be quite able to help a great deal; Bless the lad, what's took you?' his and with what Mother' earned at the mother said. You're always in and laundry, and ‘Biddy' at her place, where out, and don't care for your home as you she got eighteen-pence a-week beside her used.' food, they might, at any rate, manage to "Oh, mother, I'm only trying after keep out of the much-dreaded workhouse. work,' said Denis. 'I say, mother, can't

The difficulty was to find what to do. you get us a few carrots and things for Boys were too plentiful to be in great dinner on Sunday? There's lots about, and demand. Oranges and watercress-selling to-morrow's Saturday.'




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* Deary me! yes, boy, if you've a fancy for them—they come as cheap as anything. I dare say they'll be a-calling them down here in the morning.'

Denis resolved to call his carrots the first and loudest in James's Buildings that next day.

"There's a nice-looking lot of things on that truck,' said Mrs. Donovan in the morning. “It's pulled up just over the way. Run Katie, run Maggie, and ask the price of the carrots. Denis fancied 'em, and he don't often ask for much, poor lad!'

Katie ran, and Maggie after her, but they stopped and hesitated. Why - 0

. “ Denis, it can't be you! Mother! mother! it's our Denis, and he's got a donkey of his own !'

Not Mrs. Donovan only, but all the men, women, and children in James's Buildings, turned out to hear the tale; and the happy mother caught Denis round the neck and hugged him before them all, declaring he was 'the pride of her heart.'

If success comes from good wishes, little Denis Donovan was sure of it, for every one in James's Buildings hoped for his luck;' and mothers point him out as a pattern to their own boys when they see him going his rounds through all weathers with · Neddy' his donkey.

F. S.

And a third said,

Oh, I quite mean to see about it byand-by, but just now it is as much as I can do to find food and clothes for all my children: everything costs so much and is so dear. When they are grown up, and can take care of themselves, I shall have some chance of loading my ship.'

And the children, I asked them about their ships ; and one bright-eyed boy said,

"I shall do it when I am a man !'
And another answered, -

Yes; we have so many lessons to learn, and so many games to play, we can't do it now. Let us go and play at cricket.'

Then I came to a group of little girls, who were playing with their dolls on the soft green grass.

Are your ships ready ?' I asked. But they laughed : Oh, there's plenty of time.'

Only one or two of them looked grave and whispered,—-We can't be sure of that;' and I saw that they got up from the play and began to do their work for the King by getting their vessels ready.

It bad almost seemed to me before, as if no one in the whole country was taking any trouble to obey the King's law; but as I followed the children down to the shore where their vessels lay, I found that a great many people were busy with their ships. Some were really working very hard, and seemed to have their whole hearts in their work. Others went on quietly with their labour, not making much fuss about it; and as I stood watching the crowd I saw these quiet workers got on best in the end, for some of the very bustling men and women grew tired of putting in the gold after a little while, and sat down to rest, and then something else attracted them, and they often quite forgot about their ships, and went away to attend to it. But the most curious thing was that

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He loves all His people so much that perhaps they sometimes get careless, and forget that He will always punish those who break His laws. They think He will be sure to forgive them whatever they do. Look there!' he added, pointing to a little group of people on our left.

(Concluded in our next.)


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Two children stood at their father's gate,

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numbers of people were not putting gold into their ships, but were filling them with iron and lead, and clay and stones.

Now it seemed to me as if that was of

use at all, but when I asked them about it they only shook their heads, and said it would be all right when the ship got across the sea.

Do they think the lead and iron, and clay and stones, will change into gold ? I asked a child who was working near me.

But she said she did not know.

Then an old man who was standing by her answered me,

‘Yes, that is what they think.'
* And will it do so ?' I asked.
But the old man smiled sadly.

• How can it ? as the ship is when it sails from here, so it reaches the blessed country; but only those with the golden cargoes ever do reach it.'

And do these people know it?'

Oh yes, they know it. Every one has the law to read from.'

And he showed me a book, which was so like my own Bible that I should not have known the difference; only, of course, as it was in that strange country it could not have been a Bible, you know. Still, it was very much like it indeed.

“Then, what can make them so foolish ?' I cried. How can they think these things

?' • It is hard to tell,' said the old man ; 'but so many of them do it, that perhaps they get to think it is all right because they are doing the same as their neighbours. And then, it is so much less trouble to put in these things than to get the gold. It takes a great deal of trouble and patience to get that, and people get tired of being patient very soon in this country, and like to have their own way instead of obeying the King. Then also our King is very merciful, and

Two girls with golden hair; And their eyes were bright and their voices

glad, Because the morn was fair. For they said, “We will take that long,

long walk, To the hawthorn copse to-day; And gather great bunches of lovely flowers

From off the scented May:
And oh! we shall be so happy there,

'Twill be sorrow to come away!' As the children spoke, a little cloud

Passed slowly across the sky; And one looked


in her sister's face With a tear-drop in her eye. But the other said, “Oh! heed it not;

'Tis far too fair to rain ;
That little cloud may search the sky

For other clouds, in vain.'
And soon the children's voices rose

In merriment again.
But ere the morning hours had waned

The sky had changed its hue,
And that one cloud had chased away

The whole great heaven of blue. The rain fell down in heavy drops,

The wind began to blow, And the children, in their bright warm room,

Went fretting to and fro; For they said, 'When we have aught in store,

It always happens so !'

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