IN December, 1821, a man with his wife and child were riding in a sleigh over the mountains of Vermont. At last the horse refused to proceed. The man set off to look for help, but soon he perished in the cold. The mother set off to look for him, with her baby in her arms, but she was found dead near the sleigh, next morning. The babe, however, was living, for that mother had wrapped it in her shawl. There is a sweet poem written about it. This proves to you the deep love that wells up in the mother's heart. Any mother would have done the same for her child. How earnestly should every child strive to love and please his dear parents. RINGWOOD. WANTED--THE MOON. THE Moon rose early, and Baby Ned Was rather late in going to bed. Not two years old, this dear little fellow, With head so round, and bright, and yellow, With his eyes so brown, and mouth so sweet, His fair little hands, and dainty feet-- Wee feet, that have barely learned to walk-- And his wise, quaint, broken, baby talk. He was perched that night on grandma's knee, The place where the small king loved to be. Where the wise brown eyes saw something new Through the window, up there in the blue. Over the top of the tallest hill, Round and silvery, fair, and still, God's grand old moon! that for ages past Has held its way in the night-sky vast. And Neddie wanted that shining ball To hold in his hands so soft and small, And nobody went and took it down. He wrinkled his face to a little frown; Red lips quivered--he wanted it soon; Then--_one more baby cried for the moon_! But mamma brought him his milk and bread, And patted his dear little curly head. Then quickly he smiled and forgot the moon, And laughed at his face in his silver spoon. O happy Neddie! so easy to smile; Your life will be glad, if all the while As the years go on you can turn away From all that you want when God says "Nay," And laugh, and thank Him for what He may give-- That is the way for His child to live. O manly boys, and sweet little girls! With all your colors of eyes and curls, If you would have life like a summer day, Be content with the things that are in your way. Seek ever the things that are pure and high, As planets that move in the evening sky, But if you can't have the shining moon, Be glad when God offers the silver spoon. EMILY BAKER SMALLE. [Illustration: PHYSICIANS IN COUNSEL.] _Volume 13, Number 33._ Copyright, 1886, by D. LOTHROP & CO. _June 19, 1886._ THE PANSY. [Illustration: MAMMA HAS RETURNED.] WHERE I WENT, AND WHAT I SAW.