him. I stood for a while hesitating, and
at length determined to go round through
another gate, when a fine Newfoundland
dog, who had been waiting patiently for
his wonted caresses, and wondering why
I did not come in, looked accidently down
at the invalid. He comprehended the whole
business in a moment. He put down his
great paw, and, as quickly and as gently as
possible, rolled the invalid out of the way,
and then drew himself back in order to
leave room for the opening of the gate."

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

The Little Gleaner.


Little Ruth, like the woman of old of that name,
Returns from the field, where she gathered the grain.


[Illustration]

IN THE SWING.


"Up little Gracie! Swing up high,