AUTUMN.

Mark the wreath about my head,--wreath of richest flowers;
I am Autumn, and I bring mildest, happiest hours;
In my hand a goblet see, which the grape-juice holds;
Corn and grain and precious fruits, Autumn's arm enfolds.


WINTER.

Round my head the holly-leaf; in my hand the pine:
I am Winter cold and stern; these last flowers are mine.
But while I am left to rule, all's not dark or sad;
Christmas comes with winter-time to make the children glad.


ALL THE SEASONS.

Here our offerings glad we bring,
And long life to Grandma sing.

EMILY CARTER.

[Illustration: Hummingbirds and Fruit]




THE LITTLE CULPRIT.