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"Yes, we must look everywhere; he may TIIE HEDGE OF THORNS.
have lamed himself, and not be able to (Continued from p. 131.)
• Perhaps he's been bitten by a rat ; you CHAPTER IV.
know how they get up in the pipes; and LEMENT,' said his father
Simpson says they are very ferocious. Only at breakfast, do you I hardly think they dare attack him, unknow that Tartar wouldn't
less it was in his sleep.' attend to my whistle last
* Attack him! I should think not; he'd night? He won't be or
rat them, I promise you. And Tartar's dered about by any one master laughed at the notion; but the but his own master, it laugh had not its usual merry ring. seems, so I was obliged Just then the boys came in sight of the to lock him out.'
tool-house, Poor fellow! he wouldn't like that. I
Why, you never shut the door after can't think where he was off to; I never all!' cried Harry in a tone of reproach. knew him stay away like that before.'
Clement Alushed up uneasily. His neg“Well, you must see after him directly | lected duty had quite escaped his memory you've done your breakfast ; but I dare say till that moment; and now it was Sunday, he made himself comfortable enough in one and he had his best clothes on : he could of the out-houses.'
hardly set about straightening the place “May I go now, father?'
then. “Yes, if you've finished.?
* It's not the door only,' he said crossly; "I'll go too; may I ?' said Harry, and I forgot the whole business together. the boys ran out together.
'You promised me; and see all these They searched about in the yard and things left outside!' said Harry. “Father sheds, and Clement whistled and called;
will be very angry if he comes dowa here.' but it seemed all in vain, Tartar was not • * I'm very sorry,' apologised Clement. to be found. Then they made inquiries 'I know it's too bad of me, but I'd only in the village, but nothing had been seen time for my lessons before dinner: at least,' of him.
-he corrected himself, feeling he was not * Suppose he's been stolen? He's such keeping to the exact truth,—- I lost the a beauty!' said Clement proudly, but with time somehow, and got thrown at the last. a quiver in his voice.
I quite meant to do it, thongh-I never * Father would offer a reward, or put an intended to break my word : I thought I'd advertisement in the paper, or do some- run on home before you and James, but it thing,' returned Harry. But it is queer.' went altogether out of my head. But it's
Very, very queer,' was the rejoinder. no good worrying now, it can't be helped. ' My poor old Tartar!
* Father will be vexed; and fancy how • We've not been down to the arbour,' | Simpson will blow up!' persisted Harry, not said Harry, as they turned in at the garden- | disposed to make light of the matter. gate; and though the suggestion did not Well, I shan't let you bear any of the seem to offer much hope, Clement caught blame, of course.
blame, of course. Stay, I'll tumble these at it as a last chance.
rakes and things in, and put them straight
early in the morning, before Simpson comes.
You'll go to sleep again after Ann has called you, as you did on Thursday,' Harry could not help saying, but he repented of the words the next instant in deep sorrow for his brother.
On the threshold of the tool-house Tartar lay, stretched stiff and cold; and Clement's cry of despair over his dead favourite was piteous to hear.
Come, Clement! come, Clement !' said little Harry gently, after looking on for a while at the other's grief: “you mustn't go on like this; it's dreadful to see you!'
Finding he was not attended to, if indeed he were heard at all, he ran to the house and fetched his father, telling him what had happened.
Mr. Harley raised Clement from the ground. Come, my boy,' he said, 'you
• It's my doing as much as yours,' said Harry, with prompt kindness. • We both left the things about; we must have got down that packet by mistake with the seeds.'
“But I agreed to clear away and to leave all right. You are very kind, Harry, but it's of no use; I know quite well it is all my doing, that it's all the fault of my horrid laziness. Oh! if I had only just run down here and locked the door, Tartar would be alive now.'
Mr. Harley said very little, the boy's own remorse was punishment enough ; and the lesson it pointed out scarcely needed any comment for the time.
(Concluded in our next.)
MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST.
BREAD UPON THE WATERS.
mustn't fret so much, let us try and find CAST thy bread upon the waters, and
how is: Tartar
thou after health yesterday, I am sure.'
(Eccles. xi. 1.) Clement roused himself to help at the Rice is the food most used in the East. examination. There was no wound any- In Egypt it is used even to this day. where. Mr. Harley looked round the tool- Every year, when the snows melt off the house carefully, and exclaimed at once : mountains, the river Nile rises up high Oh! it's plain enough! What can
and overflows its banks, and covers all the that stupid Simpson have been thinking country round it with water. Rain is of to leave this stuff about? He's been
scarcely ever seen in Egypt, and it would buying poison lately for the rats, I know; be a desert but for the river that waters it. I've just picked this packet up from the The people set down stakes, every man to floor.'
mark out his own land, before the waters The boys looked at each other, and
When the Nile has risen, and all the Clement turned white as a sheet. The land is covered with water, they go out in truth flashed upon him in an instant; it little boats to sow their rice by casting it was his own carelessness which had caused on the waters. The rice sinks in the mud Tartar's death.
below, and when these waters are gone they 'It is not Simpson's fault, father, he find that it has taken root and sprouted, said in a husky voice; it is mine. Poor
and it grows up and gives them a harvest. Tartar!!-- and his tears dropped on the Rice is the chief food in Egypt. This is dog's lifeless body at his feet -- it is your Casting their bread upon the waters, and master who has killed you.'
finding it after many days.'
And the dear little hands, like roseleaves
Dropped from a rose, lay still, Never to snatch at the sunshine
• That crept to the shrouded sill!
MEASURING THE BABY.
Against the cottage wall:-
And the boy was just as tall! A royal tiger lily,
With spots of purple and gold, And a heart like a jewelled chalice,
The fragrant dew to hold. Without the blue-birds whistled
High up in the old roof-trees, And to and fro at the window
The red rose rocked her bees; And the wee pink fists of the baby
Were never a moment still, Snatching a shine and shadow
That danced on the lattice-sill!
We measured the sleeping baby
With ribbons white as snow,
That waited him below;
We went with a childless moan:-
Our little one had grown!
His eyes were as wide as bluebells,
His mouth like a flower unblown,Two little bare feet, like funny white mice,
Peeped out from his snowy gown: And we thought with a thrill of rapture,
That yet had a touch of pain,
We'll measure the boy again.
HELP EACH OTHER. FATHER was walking one day in the
fields with his two children. The wind was blowing over a fine field of ripe corn, and making the beautiful golden ears wave like the waves of the sea.
Is it not surprising,' said one of the children, that the wind does not break the slender stalks of the corn ?'
“My child,' said the father, see how flexible the stalks are! They bend before the wind and rise again when it has passel over them. See, too, how they help to support each other.
A single stalk would be soon bent to the ground, but so many growing close together help to keep each other up. We should do this also to each other. If we keep together when the troubles of life come on us like a stormy wind, we shall keep each other up when one trying to stand alone would fall.'
Bear ye one another's burdens.'
Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others. —Children's Paper.
Ah me! in a darkened chamber,
With the sunshine shut away, Through tears that fell like a bitter rain,
We measured the boy to-day; And the little bare feet, that were dimpled
· And sweet as a budding rose, Lay side by side together,
In the hush of a long repose.
Up from the dainty pillow,
White as the risen dawn, The fair little face lay siniling,
With the light of heaven thereon;