Ah! his tiny teeth are white,
And are eager for a bite,--
Such a tempting store to see
Is the apple-tree.

Under the apple-tree,
Other rosy cheeks,--
Edith, Mabel, Gold-Locks,
Full of happy freaks.
Here they run, and there they run,
Shouting merrily, if one
Fallen in the grass they see
From the apple-tree.

CLARA DOTY BATES.




A COUNCIL OF HORSES.


On the large plains of South America, horses run wild in great numbers.
They are caught by means of a lasso, which is a rope with a noose at one
end. This is thrown with great dexterity over the neck of the wild
horse.

The artist has called the picture which we here present "A Council of
Horses." Do they not look as if they were taking advice of one another?
The white horse, with his erect neck and head, seems to be the leader,