GOOD MORNING.

Good morning, good morning,
My little maid,

Where are you going to-day?
Good morning, good morning,
Kind sir, she said,

Over the hills and away.

Good morning, good morning,
Pray give me a kiss,

A kiss from that rosebud so red?
Good morning, good morning,
Said pert little Miss,

And that was all that she said.

Good morning, good morning,
Robin Red-breast,

Please will you sing me a song?
Good morning, good morning,

I'm building a nest,

And shall not have done all day long. ·

GRANDPAPA'S VISIT.

OH, here is Grandpapa! here is Grandpapa!" shouted the children; "how fortunate it is that we have not gone to bed yet," and Margery went and clung to his arm, and Walter pulled hold of his coat, whilst Grandpapa took dear little Arty, who was already half undressed, up in his arms, and kissed him over and over again.

Now, Nurse," said Grandpapa, "you must let these young folks stay up half an hour later to-night, because I have come to see them.' Oh yes, Nurse, and then Grandpapa can tell us one of his wonderful stories," said Walter.

No, no, that is more than I bargained for," answered Grandpapa. “If you stay up half an hour longer than usual, you must tell me stories; I am an old man, and want to be amused." "We don't know any stories," said Walter and Margery. “I know tory," said little Arty, and he told his Grandpapa about Little Bo-peep.

PRINCE PUNISHING THE

KITTEN.

OUR old Pussy had some kittens a little while ago, and we kept one of them and christened it Nixey. Now Nixey, although a very amusing kitten, was not at all well-mannered. She used to jump up on the table and put her nose into the plates, and when Cook's back was turned she would slyly run off with the bacon that was toasting before the fire. One day, when there was no one looking, Nixey saw a nice herring on a plate that she thought she should relish for her tea, so she stole up quietly to take possession of it. But just at that moment Prince, our good little dog, espied her, and seeing what she was going to do, he seized her in his mouth and ran upstairs and downstairs with her, shaking her vigorously, and barking every now and then to tell her how naughty she had been. I don't think Nixey ever stole anything more after that fright.