“THESE THREE.”

Tf we, God’s conscious creatures, knew
But half your faith in our decay,
We should not tremble as we do
When summoned clay to clay.”—Mortality.

By the Author of ‘‘ John Halifax, Gentleman.”

“By your leave,” whispered the Moss; but so
gently as to disturb nobody—“ by your leave E,

It was beginning to creep up an old broken red
flower-pot, which stood on a rickety tea-box turned
topsy-turvy under a shed. The broken fiower-pot
did not object, of course. Indeed, if it had had a
heart to answer at all, it would have said, “ By all
means,” and perhaps, “Thanks.” As it was it
stood still and said nothing, and the moss went on
creeping.