THE FLY AND THE BEE.

In and out, in and out,

Wanders the bright moon ;
In and out, in and out,

She will find it soon.
There she comes! as clear as day,
Now the clouds are going away.
She is smiling, I can see,
And she’s looking straight at me.

THEORET SANDS) ii Bie.
A FLY once said to a bee, “Tell me, my friend, how is it

that no one pursues or torments you, as they do me? I
have to protect my life from every one, but you fly about
in the air gathering honey unforbidden from the flowers.
If I venture to put out my trunk to reach a crust of bread, or
perchance to dip into some more dainty dish, death threatens
me on the spot. I think if I could sting, and take vengeance
on my foes as thou canst, that I should be left in peace.”

“You are mistaken,” replied the bee. “A much surer pro-
tection to me is that by diligence I serve mankind.”

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Tomay’s mamma had given him a beautiful watch. “ What
time is it?” asked ae ae young mother.

“ Quarter-past six.’

“You are mistaken; it is half-past six.”

“How glad I am!” said the boy.

“Why so?”

“T have loved you a quarter of an hour longer.”

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