Multiply (all in Roman figures) MDCCXLIV by DCLXXXIV, and divide MCCXLIII by XLV. Nothing could be simpler than these two sums, and yet it requires considerable intellect and very close attention to work them out on paper with the Roman symbols.—_Cornhill Magazine._ BABY’S CORNER. [Illustration: J]OEY and Jamie are two little bits of boys. They live in a nice house and play under a big tree. One little boy is just as old as the other little boy. When they stand up to see how high they are, Joey is no bigger than Jamie. They are twins. They look as much alike as peas in a pod. Only Joey has big black eyes and Jamie has blue ones. They have good times playing when they are good. Sometimes they are naughty. Joey is naughty most. One day last summer they were playing by the little brook where the flowers grow. The water said “tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,” as it ran over the stones. They were happy for a little while. They picked flowers and put their fat hands in the cool water. But at last Joey began to pick up stones and throw them. One little white stone hit Jamie’s blue eye. It hurt him. He cried. Mamma came and took him on her lap and kissed his eye. Then it felt better. Joey sat in mamma’s lap a long time and ate some big red cherries. They were sweet and good. [Illustration: SOME BIG RED CHERRIES.] Mamma was sorry that she had to punish poor naughty Joey. He had to be tied up in his little chair. He had no cherries. He cried very hard. Joey will throw no more stones at his little brother. MRS. C. M. LIVINGSTON. [Illustration: DISTRIBUTING THE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.] _Volume 15, Number 9._ Copyright, 1887, by D. LOTHROP COMPANY. _December 31, 1887._ THE PANSY. [Illustration: IMAGE OF BUDDHA.—(_See Lotus Lilies._)] A BOY FROM THYATIRA. [Illustration: T]WELVE years ago a little boy, only thirteen years old, stood bidding his mother good-by. He was going a long journey with strangers across the ocean, to stay a good many years. He didn’t know how long it would be before he should see his dear father and mother again. He had very black eyes and hair, and beautiful white teeth, and his skin was somewhat darker than yours when you’ve been playing bareheaded in the sun. For the rest, he was a little Armenian boy, born and reared in Turkey, and speaking the Armenian language. His father was a native preacher in Thyatira. And now this boy was to take a long, long journey to America to be educated, so that he might come back to work for the Jesus whom he loved so much.