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she stamped, when she walked away, as
if she was trying to get a tight shoe on.

“Go and sit down, Jane, in that chair,
until dinner time,” said Mrs, Barber.

This made the disease worse. She be-
gan to make a whining, fretful noise with
her mouth; and soon her feet began to
swing back and forth against the chair ;
and then she began to push her chair
against the wall. Her hair was hanging
over her eyes, which were now swollen
and red with weeping; and so great was
the change in her appearance in less than
half an hour, that you would hardly have
known her. This is a fair statement of
the appearance of the disease in Jane
Barber’s case. Sometimes these appear-
ances are different. The corner of the
apron is crowded into the mouth and
chewed ; the fingers are twisted one over
the. other; the, work, or play-thing, or
book, is thrown down upon the floor, or
across the room; and the eyes snap and
stare about like a person who is mad,
The afflicted child kicks and strikes, and
screams; and it is sometimes necessary
to catch her, and confine her, even as we
would qa wild animal. In such violent
attacks as, these, it is necessary to apply
the seyerest. remedy. immediately, or the
patient, will soon be past all hope of re-
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Don’t kill the Birds.

_ quite numerous, and how delight-

ful to listen to their. pretty songs!

QO, who can be so cruel as to kill the pret-
ty. little birds!

TLR, boy! don’t, kill the birds! In |
} | the summer, you know, they are

THR YOUTH'S CABINET.

An act that caused me more pain than

any other, when a boy, was the killing of
a bird. It was a pretty chipping bird.
The event happened in this wise: The
bird had built a nest on a thorn-bush,
that stood near the garden in front of my
father’s house. I used to go and look at
the nest every day, and was delighted one
‘morning to find in it a pretty little egg.
In a few days the nest contained five
beautiful speckled eggs. I presume there

are some of my readers that know how
they looked. |

One morning, just before school time, I
went out to take a look at the bird’s nest.
The bird flew chipping from the nest as I
approached, and alighted upon an apple-
tree near by, the leaves of which hid her
from my view. I took up a stone and
threw it violently into the tree, without
the least. design of doing any harm;
when judge of my astonishment, I saw
the bird fall through the thick branches
to the ground! I ran trembling to the
bird, and took it up into my hands, just
as it drew its last breath! O, how my
heart. ached:! I wept bitterly, and would
have. given worlds to have restored the
dear little thing to life; but I could not

do it. I took it and placed it on the nest,
where it had-sat'in such apparent safety
only a few. minutes: before, and: went into
the howse, My mother: noticed that I
had been erying, and asked:me what was
the matter. I told hen Iwas sick. I was
‘sich, but: it was sickness. of heart /; 1

could: not: go to school; I felt so. bad; and
it. would have melted: any but’ a heart of
stone, to have seen the mate of the little
bird come and sit on the bush, and: mourn
the. death of its dear companion, who
lay, cold and motionless upon its nest—
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