I suppose that many of the pictures of Sir Edwin Landseer are well known to the readers of ST. NICHOLAS. "High Life" and "Low Life," "A Highland Breakfast," "Dignity and Impudence," the "Cat's Paw," "The Monarch of the Glen," the "Piper and Nutcrackers," and others, are familiar in the form of prints to many people in many lands, and they are pictures which all must love. It is needless to add any long opinion of the artistic qualities of this master; the critic Hamerton has happily summed up an estimate of him in these words: "Everything that can be said about Landseer's knowledge of animals, and especially of dogs, has already been said. There was never very much to say, for there was no variety of opinions, and nothing to discuss. Critics may write volumes of controversy about Turner and Delacroix, but Landseer's merits are so obvious to every one that he stood in no need of critical explanations. The best commentators on Landseer, the best defenders of his genius, are the dogs themselves; and so long as there exist terriers, deer-hounds, and blood-hounds, his fame will need little assistance from writers upon art." [Illustration: ONE OF THE LANDSEER LIONS AT THE BASE OF THE NELSON MONUMENT, TRAFALGAR SQUARE, LONDON.] UNDER THE SNOW. BY LILIAN DYNEVOR RICE. All in the bleak December weather, When north winds blow, Five little clovers lay warm together Under the snow. "Wait," said they, "till the robins sing; Wait, till the blossoms bud and spring; Wait, till the rain and the sunbeams gay Our winter blanket shall fold away-- Then, we will try to grow." All in the fragrant May-time weather, When south winds blow, Five little clovers crept close together Under the snow. Poor, pink babies! They might have known 'Twas only the pear-tree blossoms blown By the frolic breeze; but they cried, "Oh, dear! Surely the spring is late this year! Still, we will try to grow." All in the sultry August weather, When no winds blow, Five little clovers were sad together Under the snow. 'Twas only the daisies waving white Above their heads in the glowing light; But they cried, "Will we never understand? It always snows in this fairyland-- Yet, we will try to grow." All in the bright September weather, When west winds blow, Five little clovers were glad together Under the snow. For now 'twas the muslin kerchief cool, Of a dear little lass on her way to school. "The sweetest snow-fall of all," said they; "We knew our reward would come some day, If only we'd try to grow!" NAN'S REVOLT. BY ROSE LATTIMORE ALLING. CHAPTER V.