A KIND VISITOR.

LittLe Johnny Talbot,
Climbing in a tree,

Tumbled down and hurt himself—
Very ill was-he.

All throughout the summer
Johnny couldn’t walk,

Only lie upon his back,
Read, and think, and talk. ~-

Little Rosy Carter
Came in every day,
Brought a bunch of flowers,

Often stopped to play.

When the spring came back again—
Oh, it seemed so long !—
Little Johnny Talbot

Was quite well and strong,