was the very one that he and John had seen looking in at the window. He put him in his dinner basket till the noon recess, and then fed him and let him go, to run and frolic with his fellows.

The squirrel did not forget his good fare, and frisked and played about the school house all the summer. The children were careful not to alarm him, and he became very tame. They called him Edward's squirrel; and many a time he made them think of the boy who would neither tell a lie nor act one, and whose word could be believed when every thing seemed to be against it.

XXXVI.-THE BOY WHO DARED TO DO RIGHT.

ONE bright day in winter, when the snow was on the ground, little Henry Nye came into the house, and, throwing his slate upon the table, took a seat by the window. His mother saw that he was angry, and asked him the cause of his displeasure.

"I cannot bear William Grant," said he; "for he is the most disobliging boy I ever saw in my life."

"Who is William Grant, and what has he done to make you dislike him?" said Mrs. Nye.

"He is a new scholar," replied Henry; "he has only been to our school a fortnight, and I wish he would go away, for I never want to see him again. This morning I asked him to lend me his sled, just for two or three slides down hill, and he would not do it, because he said it would make me late at school. I do not think it concerns him at all whether I am late at school or not.

"Then just before we were called out to recite arithmetic," continued Henry, "I asked him to let me copy the problems from his slate, because I had not solved my own, and he said that it would not be right. I dare say that the reason was, that he wanted to have the highest mark for his lesson." "It would have been wrong," said Mrs. Nye, "for William to have lent you the sled, because it would have tempted you to be late from school; and you would have been guilty of great deception if you had copied William's problems. Instead of being angry, and saying unkind things, you ought to be grateful to him for saving you from doing wrong twice in one morning."

Mrs. Nye then asked Henry to promise her that the next time he wanted a sled, when it was proper for him to have one, or needed some assistance in solving his problems, to ask William Grant.

XXXVII. -THE BOY WHO DARED TO DO RIGHT, CONCLUDED.

Henry thought a great deal about the matter before he went to sleep that night; and though he was not quite sure that William was not a disobliging boy, he determined to try him the next day.

The next morning, he found a problem which he could not solve; so he went to William, who very kindly told him all that he could about it, and also helped him to understand his reading lesson. When school was dismissed, Henry asked William to lend him his sled. He cheerfully complied with his request, and told him to keep it all the noontime.

A few months after this, Henry's mother said to him, "How do you and William Grant get along together?"

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"O," answered Henry, "he is one of the best boys in the world. He always does what he thinks is right. When he first came to school, the boys laughed at him, and used to call him names; but

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4 kgn-tin' yud.

now they love and respect him; school is much more quiet and pleasant, now he is there."

I wish all children were like William Grant in daring to do right. Sometimes it will be hard for them; they may for a time be laughed at, but in the end they will be respected and loved by their schoolmates; they will make the schools where they go quiet and pleasant, and what is far better, they will be preparing themselves for true and noble men and women.

HENRY HOMER was in the garden one morning, playing with his hoop. As he was rolling it up and down the smooth, gravelled walks, it went on to a flower bed, and broke a very fine tulip that his father set a great value upon.

"Father will be very sorry, I dare say," said Henry to himself; "but it cannot be helped now. I wish I had left my hoop in the house."

Just then his mother came into the garden. “I am sorry," said she, "that the high wind has broken this tulip."

"It was not broken by the wind," said Henry; "it was I who did it. I was rolling my hoop along the walk, and it rolled on to the bed and broke the tulip."

"I think you have been told not to play with your hoop in the garden," said his mother.

"Yes, I have, mother," said Henry, "and I am very sorry for my disobedience."

"And so am I, Henry," said his mother; "for your father will be very much grieved at the loss of this flower, which he prized so highly. He will certainly be much displeased with you, and you deserve that he should be."

Then Henry's mother went in to breakfast, and he was going to follow her, when John, the new gardener, came by.

"Why, Henry," said he, "what need was there for you to say that you broke the tulip? If you had been silent, your father would have thought