Let me above all fulfil God my heavenly Father's will; Never his good Spirit grieve, Only to his glory live. Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb! In thy gracious hands I am; Make me, Saviour, what Thou art; Live thyself within my heart. I shall then show forth thy praise; Serve thee all my happy days; Then the world shall always see Christ, the Holy Child in me." [Illustration] [Illustration] PUPPIES AND TORTOISE. A sight most strange and wonderful Three little puppies saw-- A creature out of shell of horn Popped out a head and claw. They jumped and barked, and barked again, And stared with open eyes; The sight of such a strange shaped thing So filled them with surprise. They wondered at its smooth, brown shell, Its skin both brown and green; And thought it was the strangest sight They ever yet had seen. They would have tried to bite and scratch This funny looking thing; But now they thought it might have hid A sharp and biting sting. [Illustration] "I'M GRANDMOTHER." Mary is a good little girl, but is meddlesome. She has a good Grandmother, called Mrs. Mason, and she sometimes goes to her house. One day Mary got into mischief. Seeing her Grandmother's spectacles on the table, she put them on her nose, and said, "I'm Grandmother." Mary began to march about the room in a very grand way. Presently the spectacles fell off, and the glasses were broken. Poor Mary cried bitterly, and at first did not know what to do; but when Mrs. Mason came in, she told her all, and promised never to play "Grandmother" again. Mrs. Mason told her not to cry, and she might play "Grandmother" as much as she liked, but she was to be very careful not to take her spectacles, and she would get her papa to get a pair of tin ones, with holes in them, so that she could see as well, and look all the funnier. [Illustration] Our Band. [Illustration: R]ub-a-dub, rub-a-dee, Oh, such jolly fun! I'm Signor Blowmore, And he's Herr Bertrun. Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dee! Do we make a noise? That's the very thing you know Pleases little boys. Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dee! Full of young life's joys, Playing with the horn and drum, Best of all the toys. Rub-a-dub, rub-a-dee! Music now hath charms; You can blow and beat away, And it no one alarms. [Illustration] THE SWAN AND THE DRAKE Slowly, in majestic silence, Sailed a Swan upon a lake; Round about him, never quiet, Swam a noisy quacking Drake. "Swan," exclaimed the latter, halting, "I can scarcely comprehend Why I never hear you talking: Are you really dumb, my friend?" Said the Swan, by way of answer: "I have wondered, when you make Such a shocking, senseless clatter, Whether you are deaf, Sir Drake!" Better, like the Swan, remain in Silence grave and dignified, Than keep, drake-like, ever prating, While your listeners deride. W.R.E. [Illustration] UPSETTING BABY'S MILK.