At the expiration of the session, the Queen Dowager was charmed with the improvement in her grandson. Having examined him in regard to his studies, she felt sure that he was now perfectly able to take care of himself in any emergency that might occur to him. On the morning after he left, Selma, when she awoke, saw lying on the floor the little jacket and trousers of her late pupil. At first, she thought it was the little fellow himself; but when she jumped up and took hold of the clothes, she could not move them. They were filled with gold. This was the pay for the tuition of Class 81, Q. CHURNING. BY SARA KEABLES HUNT. [Illustration] I'm such an unfortunate dog, oh, dear! To leave my nap and the sunshine clear, And down in the cellar--the cold dark place-- I must turn my steps and sorrowful face, And begin the daily churning. To be sure, I've enough to eat, you know, And I can rest while the men must mow; But oh! how I'd like to hide away When I hear them come to the door and say: "It's time for the dog to be churning!" So here I tread, and the wheel goes round, And the dasher comes down with a weary sound; But after awhile the butter is done, Then off I go to some richer fun Than this weary, dreary churning. There's a lesson, though, in this work of mine, That thou, little one, may'st take to be thine: We each have our duties, both great and small, And, if we want butter for bread at all, Some one must do the churning. And then, again, I think that this life, With its tread-mill of duties, joy and strife, Is like to a churn. Press on! Press on! For by and by the work will be done,-- With no more need of churning. THE MOON, FROM A FROG'S POINT OF VIEW. BY FLETA FORRESTER. Miss Frog sat, in the cool of the evening, under a plantain-leaf, by the side of her blue and placid lake. The day had been excessively warm, and so, as she sat, she gracefully waved, backward and forward, one of her delicate web feet. It was a beautiful, natural fan, and served, admirably, the purpose intended. Around Miss Frog arose the varied warble of other frogs. The little polliwogs had all been put to bed; and now, came stealing on, the season for silent thoughts. Always anxious to improve her mind, Miss Frog gazed about her to find a subject on which to fasten her attention. She had been once sent to a southern lake to finish her education, and was really quite superior to ordinary frogs. "There is no one here, in this mud-hole, to appreciate me," she regretfully sighed, as two silly frogs passed her leaf, flirting so hard that neither of them observed her. She drew around her her shawl of lace, made from the finest cobwebs of Florida--and sulked. Just then arose the moon, taking its solitary, silvery way across the sky. Her attention was arrested at once. "How like to a polliwog it is!" she rapturously exclaimed, "save that it lacks a tail."