THE WASP ANY Ttrm BER. et of my new house, but I thought I would tell you first, that we might go in together, and both lodge there to- night, for it will hold us both.” “ My dear child,” said the old Mouse, “it is most happy that you did not go in, for this house is called a trap, and you would never have come out again, ex- cept to be devoured, or put to death in some way or other. ‘Though man has not so fierce a look as a cat, he is as much our enemy, and has still more cunning.” THE WASP AND THE BEE. A Fable. A. Wasp met a Bee, and said to him, “ Pray can you tell me what is the reason that men are so ill- natured to me, while they are so fond of youP We are very much alike, only that the broad golden rings about my body make me much handsomer than you are: we are both winged insects, we both love honey, and we both sting people when we are angry; yet men always hate me, and try to kill me, though I am much more familiar with them than you are, and pay them visits in their houses, and at their tea-tables, and at all their meals: while you are very shy, and hardly ever come near them: yet they build you curious houses thatched with straw, and take care of and feed you in the winter very often. 1 wonder what is the reagon.”’ The Bee said, “ Because you never do them any good, but, on the contrary, are very troublesome and mischievous ; therefore they do not like to see you; but they know that I am busy all day long in making them honey. You had better pay them fewer visits, and try te be useful.”