Burke’s skeleton also was found, covered with leaves and boughs that had been placed there, it is supposed, by the pitying natives, who found the dead hero where, in bitter loneliness, he heaved his dying sigh, unflinching to the last.

Howitt wrapped the remains in the flag of his country, and left them in their resting-place.  Then he returned to Melbourne, and made preparations for their removal and subsequent burial.  They rest now in that beautiful city near the sea, beneath the great bronze monument.  There are two figures, rather larger than life, Burke standing, Wills in a sitting posture.  On the pedestal are three bass-reliefs, one showing the return to Cooper’s Creek, another the death of Burke, and the third the finding of his remains.  This is a fitting tribute to the memory of the brave explorers, but a far nobler and more enduring memorial exists in the rapid growth and present prosperous condition of that vast island, results that are largely the fruit of their labors and devotion.

King survived, but he was wasted almost to a skeleton, and it was months before he could tell the story of suffering he alone knew.

TWO WAYS.

BY MARY C. BARTLETT.

  “If I had a fortune,” quoth bright little Win,
    “I’d spend it in Sunday-schools.  Then, don’t you see,
  Wicked boys would be taught that to steal is a sin,
    And would leave all our apples for you and for me.”

  “If I had a fortune,” quoth twin-brother Will,
    “I’d spend it in fruit-orchards.  Then, don’t you see,
  Wicked boys should all pick till they’d eaten their fill,
    And they wouldn’t want apples from you or from me.”

A HORSE AT SEA.

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His name is Charley.  A common name for a horse, and yet he was a most uncommon horse, of a sweet and cheerful disposition, and celebrated for his travels over the sea.  This is his portrait, taken the day before he left America, for the benefit of sorrowing friends.  He looks as if he thought he was going abroad.  There is something in his eye and the expressive flirt of his tail that seems to suggest strange doings.  Charley is going to Scotland, over the sea, and he is having his feet cared for by the Doctor.  He stands very steady now, even on three legs.  When he afterward went aboard the good steamship “California” it was as much as he could do to keep steady on all four.

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Poor Charley!  He was dreadfully sick on the voyage.  He had a fine state-room, but the motion of the ship was too much for his nerves, and he was very ill.  So they had to bring him, bed and all, on deck.  The steamer was rolling from side to side, for the waves ran high, and the tall masts swayed this way and that with a slow and solemn motion.  Poor Charley didn’t appreciate the beauty of the sea,