Little James Trueman and his brother Richard having a holiday on Saturday afternoon, asked their father if they might go into the field to see Roger mow. Their father gave them leave; and the little boys set off with great glee. They were much pleased with observing how nicely and smoothly Roger cut the grass, and laid it in even rows; and they took care to keep out of the way of his long scythe, which their father had told them to do.

After they had been some time in the field, they heard a little squeak. Roger laid down his scythe, to look what it was, and found two poor young hares, which, if he had not happened to see just in time, would have been cut by his scythe, and then Roger and both the little boys would have been very sorry; for none of them liked to hurt anything, because

they did not like to be hurt themselves. Roger took the hares up very carefully by their long ears, and, putting them into Richard's hat, desired him to take them to his mamma.

The little boy was much delighted with his prize, and carried them very gently. "What have you there?" said Mrs Trueman, when he came into the room. "Two pretty little hares, mamma, that were lying snug in the grass, and were in danger of being cut with Roger's scythe; and then he would have been very sorry; for you know, mamma, Roger is a good-natured man, and would not hurt any thing."

"I am glad they were not hurt," said his mamma; "and we must put them into a safe place, and take care of them, till they are able to take care of themselves." She then desired the little boys to take them into the summer-house in the garden; and told them they must remember to feed them well every day with parsley and young cabbage-leaves, and give them some milk to drink; for it would be very cruel to let them be without food now when they have no mother to provide for them.

James and Richard were very attentive to what their mother said, and took the little hares directly to the summer-house, where they gave them some soft hay to lie upon, and a handful of parsley to eat, and a saucer full of milk; and when they came out again, they took care to shut the door fast, that the dog might not get in.

The poor hares were at first very much frightened, and sat trembling in a corner, with their ears laid close upon their backs, and were afraid to come out to eat any of their food: they ventured, however, to eat some of it next morning; but when the little boys came to see them, they ran into the corner again.

James and his brother went to visit their prisoners very often; and they in time became so well acquainted with the little boys, that they came running to meet them whenever they entered the summer-house; and when they took them upon their knees, they would drum upon their waistcoats with their forefeet.

James and Richard had taken such good care of their charge, that in two or three months they had grown fine large hares; and their papa and mamma told them they were now large enough to take care of themselves, and. would like better to run at liberty through the fields and woods, than to be confined in a small room.

The boys were very sorry to part from their play-fellows; but as they believed the hares would like better to be turned out, each of them took one, and carrying both into a fine green meadow, set them down upon the grass; and the hares, quite delighted to find themselves at liberty, pricked up their ears and scampered away, and were through the hedge and out of sight in a minute.

The little boys came running back to tell their papa and mamma that they had turned the hares out to ramble wherever they pleased,

and were very happy to think how much they would enjoy themselves.

TALES FROM NATURE.

THE LAME GIRL.

London is the largest and most beautiful city in England, and there live in it a very great number of people, some rich and some poor. At one time there lived in the finest part of London a gentleman named Mr Belmore, who had a little daughter called Laura. Now, Laura was thought to be a very pretty girl. She had a beautiful rosy face, with white flaxen hair falling in curls over her shoulders; and as she had always elegant clothes, she had a pretty appearance, and all who saw her admired her very much.

It happened that Laura's mother was a woman fond of going to plays and balls, and other places of public amusement, and she had therefore little time to instruct or care for her daughter Laura. She only saw her now and then, and left her chiefly to be nursed and taught by servants. This was a serious misfortune for Laura, because the servants took little pains to teach her any thing that was good or useful, and spoiled her by continually praising her beauty.

They used to say-" Oh! what a beautiful creature you are all will love you for your fine looks-and you will some day be a great lady." Well, Laura soon came to think so much of herself that she scarcely cared for learning her lessons, and she grew up an ignorant and conceited young lady.

Near the place where Laura's father resided, there lived in a back street a poor woman, whose husband had been a printer; but he had died of fever, and left his wife and a little daughter, Emma, without any means of living. But this

widow was very industrious, and at times gladly went to Mr Belmore's house to do various kinds of needlework for the family. At these visits, she took Emma with her, as she had no one to take care of her at home; and so in course of time Laura and Emma knew each other a little.

Emma was a modest and quiet child. Soon after she could walk, it was seen that she had a lame foot, and this caused her to limp in walking, and also kept her from romping like other children. As she grew up, her mother told her that she must do all in her power to learn, for it would only be by teaching others that she could gain a livelihood. Emma, however, did not require much telling to make her learn. She was fond of her books and of going to school; and at ten years of age she could sew, and knit, and darn, besides knowing many useful branches of learning.

Laura did not see Emma very often after she grew up. She became so proud, that she would scarcely speak to the poor lame girl, when she came to the house with her mother; but Emma did not mind this, for she was of a humble mind, and did not expect to be noticed by persons higher than herself.

Laura's vanity did not lessen as she became older. She was more vain of her fine face than