A TRUE TALE OF A LITTLE GIRL WHO FELL INTO A TAN-PIT. Now I will tell you a tale about a little girl, whom we will call Anne Grey, though that was not her real name. Anne was very fond of her doll, for she had no little boys or girls of her own age to play with. Like some other dolls, I know, (and some little girls too,) its clothes were apt to get dirty, and Anne thought it would be great fun to put Miss Dolly to bed for the day, while she washed them up. Well, once, when the maids were busy in the wash-house, Anne thought it just the right time for her to begin, so she set to work in great glee. When all the clothes were nice and clean, she went to the garden to look for a place where she could hang them up to dry. She soon found one to suit her; tied up a line, and went back to the house for the things. Her way to and from the garden led through a tan-yard, and the busy little girl, in her haste to push by the edge of one of the pits, fell splash in, with all her doll’s clean clothes in her hand. What was to be done now? there she was, up to her chin in the nasty brown water, and she could not get out. Old Mrs. Bigg, who was at work just by, heard the poor child cry, and ran to help her. “Oh, do pray take me out,” said she; “I will not do so any more!” So she was soon pulled out, and put into a tub of warm water, for which, you may be sure, there was much need. It was a long time ere poor Anne ran so fast through the tan-yard again. THE USEFUL DOG. One day, as Tom Price was on his way to school, with his bag of books at his back, he stood still to look at a fine large dog which lay in the sun before the door of a poor man’s house. “Take care how you go near that fierce dog,” said the gruff voice of a man who passed by just then. “I do not think he will hurt me,” said Tom, “if I do no harm: see, he lets me pat his head.” The dog got up, and seemed to like Tom to stroke him; but as soon as he saw the man, he gave a low growl, and looked quite fierce. “There, you see I told you right,” said the man, as he made haste away. Just then the master of the dog came out, and sat on a bench by the door. “If you please,” said Tom, “what makes the dog growl at that man who went by, while he seems so fond of me?” “I will tell you,” said he; “he knows that that is a bad man; for one day he got over my hedge, and stole some fruit; but the dog caught him, and would not let him go till I went out to him.” “What a good guard he must be!” said Tom. “Yes,” said the man, “and I can tell you more than that; for one day a little girl who was at play near the millstream, fell in, and might have been drowned, had not I and my dog been near and heard her screams.” “Did the dog jump in?” said Tom.