As soon as it became known that the stocking was made from the fleece of "Mary's little lamb," every one wanted a piece of it; so the stocking was raveled out, and the yarn cut into small pieces. Each piece was tied to a card on which "Mary" wrote her full name, and these cards sold so well that they brought the large sum of $140 in the Old South Church.--_Our Sunday Afternoon._ JAMIE'S GARDEN. "I shall have the nicest kind of a garden," said Jamie, one morning. "I'm going to make it in that pretty little spot just over the bank. I mean to have some flowers in pots and some in beds just like the gardener; and then you can have fresh ones every day, mamma. I'm going right over there now." Jamie started off bravely with his spade on his shoulder; but when, after an hour, mamma went to see how he was getting on, she found him lying on the grass, with the ground untouched. "Why, Jamie, where is your garden?" "I was just lying here, and thinking how nice it will look when it is all done," said Jamie. Mamma shook her head. "But that will not dig ground, nor make the flowers grow, little boy. No good deed was ever done by only lying still and thinking about it." CAMP TRIO. A. DE G. H. Hurrah! Hurrah! only two days more to vacation, and then!---- If the crowning whistle, and energetic _bang_ with which the strapped books came down, were any indication of what was coming after the "then!" it must be something unusual. And so it was--for Ned, Tom and Con, who were the greatest of chums, as well as the noisiest, merriest boys in Curryville Academy--were to go into camp for the next two weeks, by way of spending part of their vacation. They could hardly wait for school to close, and over the pages of Greenleaf danced, those last two days, unknown quantities of fishing tackle, tents, and the regular regalia of a camping out-fit. They talked of it by day and dreamed of it by night. At last the great day dawned--dawned upon three of the most grotesque-looking specimens of boyhood, arrayed in the oldest and worst fitting clothes they could find; for, as they said, in the most expressive boy language--"We are in for a rattlin' good time, and don't want to be togged out." They and their effects were taken by wagon over to the Lake Shore, about four miles distant, to establish their camp under the shadow of old Rumble Sides, a lofty crag or boulder. Boys, I wish you could have seen them that night, in their little woodland home; really, it was quite attractive. They worked like beavers all day--cutting away the brush, driving stakes to tie down the little white tent, digging a trench all around in case of rain, and building a fire-place of stone, with a tall, forked stick on which to hang the kettle. A long board, under the shady trees, served as table.