and Mr. Harris said, "Come in, boys." He never had to speak more than once; for the boys were so well gov-ern-ed that they found it always best to obey at once. So they came in as qui-et-ly as they could, and went into the study, where Mr. Harris soon joined them, and read aloud an in-ter-est-ing book of travels for an hour.

THE GREAT ANSWER TO A SIMPLE QUESTION.

"Do not look so sad, Louis," said Edward one day, as he joined the lame boy Louis, who was sit-ting alone under a tree in the playground, and with de-ject-ed face was watching the boys at play.

Tears filled the eyes of the lame boy. "Oh, no, indeed," he said, "you must not sit moping here with me. You sat a long time with

me yes-ter-day, and through all the re-cess today. Indeed, I cannot permit you to do it now."

Oh, I have had play enough, and want

to rest now," answered Edward; "I want to

be with you a while; there are plenty to play without me." "I shall never forget your kindness to me, even if I live to be an old man; but, if you insist upon sitting here with a poor lame boy like me, let us talk a little. I should like to tell you a thought that was in my mind just as you came up.' "Well, what was it?" asked Edward, kindly. "I was wondering

why it is, that of all the boys here, I am the only one that is de-form-ed and lame."

"Ah. Louis,” replied Edward, "there is but one answer to that ques-tion. It is your heav-en-ly Father's will. He makes some sound in mind and body, and others weak and deformed. He makes some rich, and others poor. As we are all the work of God's hand, He certainly has a right to create us as he pleases. All he does is for some wise purpose; and it is not for us to question His ways."

"I suppose," answered Louis, "you are

right, Edward, and I will not com-plain. My mother has often told me that there are many boys more af-flict-ed than I am."

A VISIT TO FARMER GOODMAN.

On a fine day in Oc-to-ber, Peter, Thomas, and Joseph went away in the morning to play.

They wan-der-ed about in the fields, and saw the ripe corn, the yel-low pumpkins, and they saw the cows and sheep feeding in the pas-ture.

They lifted the large pumpkins, to see which could lift the largest one. Sometimes their hands would slip off, and they would fall over back-wards. Then they shout-ed and laugh-ed, and thought it was nice fun.

Mr Goodman was the farmer's name, who owned the fields where the boys were; and

he gave them lib-er-ty to pick as many apples as they wanted to eat. The apples were very nice and mel-low, and had fallen from the trees.

The boys were glad that Mr. Goodman was their friend. After a long time they were tired. The sun began to sink near-er the hills in the West. The boys start-ed for their homes with light and happy hearts. The sky never looked brighter to them than when they were leaving their day's sport. When they walked home, they told their parents of their fine sport.

A WINTER'S FROLIC.

As soon as school is out, the boys lay their plans for making a man of snow. They run: they shout, "Here!" "There!" "No, here!"

The place is chosen, and soon the work