The prayer had not been that he might be _happy_; but--dear me! how can there be love in the heart without happiness? Edward had no time for moping discontent, for revenge, or anger. He was too busy thinking what he might do for others; and, in seeking _their_ happiness, he found _his own_. But was he _learned_? Of course, when he found it pleased his parents to have him attend to his studies, he did his best: and though there were many boys quicker and apter than he, yet Edward generally caught up with them at last; for love made him attentive and earnest. But last of all, though Edward loved others, did others love him? That is the simplest question of all. You must first _give_ love if you would _get_ it. Yes: everybody loved Edward, simply because he loved everybody. And so I advise those little boys and girls who think they are not loved, to put themselves the question, "But do you love?" EMILY CARTER. CHARLEY'S OPINION. THE girls may have their dollies, Made of china or of wax: I prefer a little hammer, And a paper full of tacks. There's such comfort in a chisel! And such music in a file! I wish that little pocket-saws Would get to be the style! My kite may fly up in the tree; My sled be stuck in mud; And all my hopes of digging wells Be nipped off in the bud: But with a little box of nails, A gimlet and a screw, I'm happier than any king: I've work enough to do. ANNA E. TREAT. COOSIE AND CARRIE. COUSIN CHARLES said, "Come and see the sheep." So I went to where he was standing on the front porch, and calling "Co-nan, co-nan, co-nan!" The gate was open; and the sheep and lambs were coming into the yard. I asked, "Why do you tell John to drive the sheep into the yard?" Charles answered, "Because it has been raining hard; and the brook in the meadow has grown so big, that I am afraid the sheep will get drowned in it. "Last year we found a sheep lying dead in the brook. Her two lambs were standing near by, crying for her. We took them to the house, and fed them with milk. We named them Coosie and Carrie. Mother can tell you about them." Then I ran to auntie, and said, "Oh! tell me all about Coosie and Carrie." So my aunt told me about them; and this is what she said:-- When the two little lambs were first brought in, Mary, the cook, made a nice bed for them in one corner of the kitchen. Then she put some warm milk in a bottle, and took one of the lambs up in her lap and fed it. Oh, how pleased it was! And the other lamb stood by crying until its turn came. The lambs soon grew fat and strong, and ran about the yard. But they made themselves quite at home in the house; and we could not keep them out.