Five gallant soldiers all in fine array, Five dashing soldiers meet them on the way. First General Stout, Next Colonel Look-out, Then Major Trim, And Sergeant Taper, And Corporal Slim. Ten gallant soldiers waiting our command, Look, and you will see them,--five upon each hand. GEORGE COOPER. [Illustration: DRAWING-LESSON. VOL. XXX--NO. 3.] JENNY AND BENNY. [Illustration] WAS ever child so lovely! Was ever child so fair! Had ever child such bright blue eyes, Such lips, such golden hair! Say, is there any baby With this one to compare? Oh, yes! there is one other That's just as good as she: It is my baby-brother, Whose picture here you see. N. M. O. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE PET FAWN. ONE day, Albert, who lived in a city, received a letter from his papa, who was absent in the country, which I think my little readers will enjoy also, and so I have got Albert's permission to give it to them. This is the letter:-- _My dear little Boy_,--In a lonely place, just at the edge of a wood, where I was detained, week before last, I came across a most delightful little pet. You could not guess in twenty guesses what it was, and so I will tell you at once. It was a fawn about eight months old. I am sure if you could have seen him you would never have given papa a moment's rest till you had him as your own pet; and perhaps I shall have something to say to you about that by and by. Well, this charming little pet was of a light yellowish-brown color, and over his whole body were white spots about the size of a dime. Some boys had surprised him asleep, when he was about a week old, and had carefully taken him home with them. There he had been tended and made much of by the whole family, and so he had grown to have a genuine affection for his captors. He was allowed full freedom to go about the woods as he chose, and never failed to return at night; and when called by name--for the boys had named him Dick--he would come bounding up as if he dearly loved to be petted. It was amusing to see him eat milk. When the saucer was set before him and he commenced to lap the milk, he would beat a tattoo with one of his front feet. He never lapped his saucer of milk without, in this manner, beating the floor with his hoof. Now, my little boy, I do wish that these boys might be induced to sell this fawn. If I could get him, don't you think a little boy that I could name would have a beautiful pet? But we will not expect too much, will we? Your loving PAPA.