The little fellows recited this with scared faces and such comical gravity as to keep every one laughing. Amy came next with "Songs of Seven," by Jean Ingelow. There's no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in Heaven, I've said my Seven times over and over, Seven times one are seven. I am old, so old, I can write a letter, My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they know no better; They are only one times one. Oh, moon! in the night I've seen you sailing And shining so round and low, You were bright; ah, bright! but your light is Failing, you are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in Heaven That God has hidden your face? I hope if you have, you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place. Oh, velvet bee, you're a dusty fellow; You've powdered your wings with gold; Oh, brave Marsh--marigold rich and yellow Give me your money to hold. And show me your nest with the young ones in it; I will not steal them away! I am old, you may trust me, Linnet, Linnet, I am seven years old today. This was beautifully rendered and such a very appropriate selection for a seventh birthday. The entertainment ended, every one prepared to go home, one and all expressing their delight and declaring it was the most enjoyable birthday party they had ever witnessed. CHAPTER IV. PLEASANT CONTROVERSY. Mr. Allen sat on the porch smoking, when Mr. Steck, the Lutheran minister, opened the gate and walked in. Mr. Allen greeted him cordially and invited him to be seated. The day was warm, but there was always a breeze on the corner of that porch, where the odor of the honeysuckle and climbing roses, which gave shade, made it a most inviting spot to rest.