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"And from having no hat on," continued the Beggar, "the sun has made my eyes quite weak."

"I see," answered Carl, "and my eyes will very soon be weak if I give you my hat, but I will nevertheless; so here it is, and good-bye," said Carl, as he put his hat on the Beggar's head and ran on himself without one.

"Now I must really keep my eye on these pigs," said Carl, "for here we are at the mouth of the enchanted cave, and the Cobbolds will be stealing them away from me, if I don't keep a sharp look-out."

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Carl, oh! Carl," said a voice from the ground.

"Where are you?" asked Carl.

"Here, under this stone, under the-"

"Speak a little louder, will you?" said Carl. "I can't hear what you say, and I don't like to turn my head round, for I must look at my pigs."

"Here I am then," said the voice, "almost crushed beneath the stone just under your right foot; will you not stoop down and lift up the stone and save me?”

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Can't you wait just till I've passed the cavern, and then I'll come back to you?" said Carl, still looking at his pigs.

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And in the meantime, I shall be crushed to death," answered the Worm.

Good-bye my pigs then," shouted Carl, as he stooped down and lifted the stone from the back of the halfdead Worm.

"I thank you, Carl," said the Worm, feebly; " now go and look after your pigs."

"But they're all gone," said Carl. And so they were.

In at the mouth of the enchanted cave the little Cobbolds had enticed them all, just in that very moment when Carl was lifting up the stone.

"And once gone in there, it's not a bit likely they'll ever come out again," said Carl; "but I'll go to the town at any rate, and see whether the king is come."

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4. CARL FINDS HIS PIGS AND HIS REWARD.

'WHAT do you want here, Carl?" asked the porter at the gate of the city.

"I came to sell my pigs," answered Carl.

'Where are they?" said the porter.

"I've lost them all," answered Carl.

"Then come with me to the market-place," said the porter; and he led Carl to the market-place, where the throne was standing still empty-the crown before it on the crimson cushion, and the people waiting all round; but in front of the throne stood the old man who had

spoken to Carl in the morning, and beside him Carl saw the Donkey, the Rabbit, the Beggar, and the Worm, and a whole army of soldiers, who had been Carl's pigs.

"Carl," asked the old man, "where have you been to-day?"

"Through the wood," answered Carl.

"What have you been doing there?"

"Indeed, I hardly know," answered Carl.

"Carl helped me with my load of wood," said the Donkey.

"Carl fed me with his own dinner," said the Rabbit. "Carl gave me his cap and shoes," said the Beggar. "Carl saved me from being crushed to death," said the Worm.

"Citizens," said the old man, "what do you think of Carl?"

Then all the people shouted, "Carl is the king! Carl is the king!"

"And I never knew it," said Carl to the old man.

pórt-er, gate-keeper.

sol-diers (-jerz), fighting men.

A. & E. KEARY.

cit-i-zens, people of the city, townsfolk.

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SPRING is coming! spring is coming!
Birds are chirping, insects humming,
Flowers are peeping from their sleeping,
Streams escaped from winter's keeping,
In delighted freedom rushing,
Dance along in music gushing;

Scenes of late in deadness sadden'd
Smile in animation gladden'd:

All is beauty, all is mirth,

All is glory upon earth.

Shout we, then, with Nature's voice

Welcome Spring! rejoice! rejoice!

Spring is coming! Come, my brother,
Let us rove with one another,
To our well-remember'd wild-wood,
Flourishing in nature's childhood,
Where a thousand flowers are springing,
And a thousand birds are singing;
Where the golden sunbeams quiver
On the verdure-border'd river;
Let our youth of feeling out
To the youth of nature shout,
While the waves repeat our voice—
Welcome Spring! rejoice! rejoice!

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WOLVES are found in nearly all lands, whether hot or cold. In some countries where they once lived in great numbers, they are not now found at all, having been killed or driven out. There were once upon a time many of them in Britain; and some farmers are said to have paid their rent, not with money, but by bringing a number of wolves' skins. They were so destructive that people

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