What could be a more worthy ending to so fine a poem than that the loves of the two, human and brute, should be recognized by all Mary’s little world, her school-mates and her teacher.  More poems like this, sentiments so pure clad in plain Saxon words, would make our world—­wonderful and beautiful, as it now is—­a fitter place of dwelling for “men and the children of men.”  We regret but one point about this gem,—­that its author is “A Great Unknown.”

C. McK.

THE DEATH OF PRINCE WILLIAM.

  There was a prince named William,
    And he had a sister, too;
  He was sailing o’er the English Channel,
    Over the Channel so blue.

  His father had gone ahead;
    And he made the boat go fast,
  But soon it struck upon a rock;
    There was a shock to the very mast!

  And everybody did wail,
    And everybody did cry,
  Because everybody thought
    That everybody must die!

  Prince William rushed into a boat,—­
    Several lords and he,—­
  And he was steering for the land,
    Across the dark blue sea.

  In the midst of the general weeping,
    He heard his sister’s cry,
  And he made the boat go back,
    For he would not let her die!

  When he got near the ship,
    When he was touching her side,
  Down the side of the big ship
    Everybody did glide.

  Down went the little boat,
    Too frail for such a load;
  Down went the people in it,
    And the people that rowed.

  Down went the big ship,
    Her topmast in the air,
  And, if a person were near enough,
    He might see a man clinging there.

  The name of this man was Berold,
    And he was a butcher by trade,
  And by the help of a buff garment
    On the top of the water he stayed.

  In the morning some fishermen came
    And delivered him from the mast;
  And after he was recovered,
    His tale he told at last.

  When the king heard of the death of his children,
    He fainted away for a while,
  And from that day he was never,
    Never was seen to smile!

H.W.

ALLIE’S SUNSHINE.

“A snowy, windy day.  Oh, how dismal!” sighed Allie.  “I wish it would clear off, so that I could go out-doors and play.”

With this, Allie, who had been standing by the window gazing out at the gray sky, sat down and commenced to read that beautiful book, “May Stanhope.”  After reading quietly for more than an hour, she laid down the book, exclaiming:  “I can and will try to be of some use in the world.  I do nothing but mope when it rains, or when anything goes wrong.  I will try to help others who need my help.  I will ask mamma if I can carry something to Miss Davies.  I am sure she needs some help.”