"The flax-plant bears delicate blue flowers, which look very pretty when in bloom. Flax is raised very largely in Kentucky, and other States in the Union. Do you know what part of the plant is the stalk? I will point it out to you in the picture. [Illustration: FLAX.] "Well, from this stalk the thread, or fibres, are got, out of which linen cloth is made. The flax is pulled a little before the seeds are ripe: it is stripped, and the stalks are soaked in water. The flax is then dried, and broken and beaten till the threads, or fibres, of the bark are fit for spinning. From the seeds, linseed-oil is made. "Is it not strange, Arthur, that out of the stalk of this little plant should be made the nice white linen of your apron and my handkerchief?" Arthur thought it very strange. Then, pointing to another picture, he said, "What's this, Uncle Oscar?" [Illustration: BARLEY.] "That, Arthur, is a picture of barley as it grows in the field. It yields a very useful kind of grain. You have eaten it in soup, and also boiled. Stripped of the husk, and rounded and polished in a mill, the grains are pearly white; and then they are known as pearl-barley." "Here's another picture, Uncle Oscar." "Did you ever eat rye-bread, Arthur?" "Why, yes, Uncle Oscar! we had it for breakfast." Well, here is a picture of rye as it grows in the field. It is one of the best of grain-bearing grasses. It will grow where the weather is very cold. The straw is often worth almost as much as the grain. [Illustration: RYE.] "Rye grows on poor, light soils, which are altogether unfit for the wheat out of which we make our white bread. Sometimes we mix rye-flour with wheaten-flour, or with corn-meal, and so get a very good kind of bread." "Can I plant some flax-seed, and barley, and rye?" asked Arthur. "Yes, my boy," said Uncle Oscar. "You shall have some to plant in your garden next May. I think you will be pleased with the flax-plant, because of its pretty blue-flower." THE HARE WHO COULDN'T WAIT. "There goes a hare," said Johnny to Max, "Come, let us catch him: here are his tracks!" But, while they were talking so wisely about it, And Johnny was saying "We'll have him; don't doubt it," Behind them the hare, with a jump and a spring, Ran swift as a swallow could dart on the wing; And Max and Johnny looked round too late, While his speed said, "Excuse me, but I can't wait." THE DRAWING-LESSON. We give here another outline from Landseer for our little readers to copy. Perhaps they would like to know something about Sir Edwin Landseer. He was born in London, in 1803, and died less than two years ago. He belonged to a family of artists. His father and elder brother were skilful engravers. His brother Charles earned high rank as a painter. But Edwin was the most famous of them all.