BRAMPTON-AMONG-THE-ROSES.
 the good shepherd wandered weary miles in search. of
 it, and found it at last by the edge of a steep preci-
 pice overhanging a deep river, and how careful he was
 not to alarm it lest it might go near and fall over, and
 how he tried to imitate the baa" of its mother, and
 when he drew nearer and it was out of danger, carried
 it tenderly back to the fold in his arms," I noticed
 little Christabel wiping the tears from her eyes with
 her handkerchief, though she made no noise, but had
 a sweet smile on her face while the tears trickled
 down her cheeks; and I thought if all preachers would
 measure their discourses to fit the simple understanding
 of their hearers, like the good vicar, how much more
 the unlettered portion of their congregation would be
 benefited.
 I could not look round on the weather-beaten faces
of the hardy shepherds without thinking how well-
deserving they were of such a bountiful feast, so often
as they had been out all night during the klanbing
season, when Winter whitened the ground, and that
many a newly-yeaned lamb would have perished but
for their care. I felt glad, too, that the village chil-
dren were not forgotten during that good time," for
many lambs are entrusted to their care during severe
weather, which their fathers bring, when ailing, from
the folds, so that on a great sheep-breeding estate like
Mr. Brampton's it is not uncommon to find little lambs
well wrapped up before the fire of nearly every
labourer's cottage, where they are fed with warm milk,
and nursed by children with hearts as feeling as pretty
Christabel's, though more rough in their manners; for
it is my faith that those who are taught to be kind to
dumb animals when they are children, never forget the
lessons of mercy when they grow up, for this is the
golden rule that teaches us to do unto others as we