"Let us all shut our eyes, and imagine ourselves on the beach," said Ellen, who was the poetess of the family. At that moment, the postman's knock at the door gave promise of a letter. Ruth ran to get it, and, returning in a moment, handed her mother a note, and said, "It is from that ugly, fat old Mr. Jenks, the grocer: his name is on the back. What can he want?" "Give me the letter, child," said Mrs. Turner; "and do not let me hear you speak of any fellow-being with contempt, because he is ugly, fat, or old. Mr. Jenks is all the time doing kind things. I am sorry to hear that his wife is ill." Mrs. Turner opened the letter, read it, and said, while her face flushed, "Hear this, Miss Ruth, you who were so quick to speak ill of Mr. Jenks:-- "DEAR MRS. TURNER,--Wife and I have concluded to take the next steamer for England, not to be back till next October. You and your honest husband must at once go down with your family, and occupy my furnished cottage at Crescent Beach. Cellar and store-closet are well stocked with groceries. Use and consume every thing as if it were your own. Don't say _no_, but send me round word that you will do it. I don't like to leave the cottage empty." Ruth ran to a corner of the room, turned her face to the wall, and covered it with her hands. "Handsome is, that handsome does, Miss Ruth," cried little Anna. "Well, Ruth, shall we accept the invitation?" said her mother. "On one condition," said Ruth, turning round; "and that is, that you let me go and thank Mr. Jenks myself for his great kindness. He is not old; he is not ugly; and, if he is fat, so much the better." The good grocer's offer was gratefully accepted. The little girls now pass most of the summer days on the beach, where they pick up shells, and pretty white stones, or bathe in the salt ocean. Every morning brings fresh delights. Anna has rosy cheeks once more, and as for Ellen, she sits on the rocks, and sketches, or writes poetry, every day. Ruth has broken herself of the bad habit of speaking ill of persons because of their looks. She knows now that a man may be "old, fat, and ugly," and at the same time be full of love and kindness. DORA BURNSIDE. [Illustration] RUTH'S WISHES. "I'D like to be now A bird on a bough," Said Ruth, one hot day As she paused in her play: "I'd like to be now A bird on a bough. "To be like a fish In the sea is my wish, Where the water is cool, And they go to no school: To be like a fish In the sea is my wish. "A squirrel I'd be High up on a tree; For he can go where He gets plenty of air: A squirrel I'd be High up on a tree.