"Without giving you a chance to work?" said the

fox.

"The chance is a sad one. He said if I were yet strong enough to bring him a lion, he would keep me; but he knows very well that I cannot do that." Then the fox said: "I will help you. Just lie down here, stretch yourself out as if you were dead, and do not stir."

The horse did as the fox desired him to do. Then the fox went to a lion that had his den not far off, and said, "A dead horse is lying outside; just come with me and you can have a good meal."

The lion went with the fox; and when they were standing by the horse, the fox said, "After all, it is not very comfortable for you here; I will tell you what we can do; I will fasten the horse to you by the tail, and then you can drag him into your cave and eat him in peace at your leisure."

This advice pleased the lion; he lay down, and, in order that the fox might tie the horse securely to him, he kept very quiet. But the fox tied the lion's legs together with the horse's tail, and twisted and fastened all so strongly that no strength could break it.

When the fox had finished this work, he tapped the horse hard on the shoulder, and said, " Pull, white horse, pull!"

Then up sprang the horse at once, and drew the lion away with him.

When the master saw

The lion began to roar so loudly all the birds in the forest flew away in fright. But the horse let him roar; and he drew and dragged him over the country to his master's door. the lion, he thought better about the horse, and said to him, "You shall stay with me and have good food." And he gave the horse plenty as long as he lived.

JACOB AND WILHELM GRIMM.

SUMMER'S ENDING.

Over! the sweet summer closes,
The reign of the roses is done;
Over and gone with the roses,

And over and gone with the sun.

Over! the sweet summer closes,
And never a flower at the close;
Over and gone with the roses,
And winter again and the snows.

ALFRED TENNYSON.

Down by the sea lived Ben, the fisherman, with his wife, and little son, who was called Dandelion, because he wore yellow pinafores, and had curly, yellow hair that covered his head with a golden fuzz.

A very happy family, for Ben was kind and industrious, Hetty, his wife, a cheerful, busy creature, and Dandelion the jolliest three-year-old baby who ever made sand pies and paddled on the beach.

But one day a great trouble came to them. Ben and his fellow-fishermen sailed blithely away as usual, and Hetty watched the fleet of white-winged boats out of the bay, thinking how pretty they looked with the sunshine on them; while Dandelion stood clapping his chubby hands, and saying, as he always did, "Daddy tummin' soon."

But Daddy did not come soon that time; for a great storm arose, and when some of the boats came scudding home at nightfall, Ben's was not among them. All night the gale raged, and in the morning Ben's boat lay empty and broken on the shore.

His mates shook their heads when they saw the wreck, and drew their rough hands over their eyes; for Ben was a good seaman, and they knew he would never desert his boat alive. They looked for him far and wide, but could hear nothing of him, and felt sure that he had perished in the storm.

They tried to comfort poor Hetty, but she would not be comforted. Her heart seemed broken; and if it had not been for her baby, her neighbors feared that she would have gone to join Ben in his grave under the sea.

Dandelion didn't understand why every one was so sad, and why his father stayed away so long; but he never lost his cheerfulness, never gave up hoping, or stopped saying, "Daddy tummin' soon."

The sunshiny little face was Hetty's only comfort. The sight of the fuzzy, yellow head, bobbing around the house, alone made it endurable; and the touch of the loving baby hands kept her from the despair which made her long to end her sorrow in the sea.

But Dandelion didn't get tired. He firmly believed what he said, and nothing could change his mind. He had been much troubled at seeing the boat laid up on the beach, all broken and dismantled; but his little mind couldn't take in the idea of shipwreck and death. So, after thinking it over, he decided that Daddy was waiting somewhere for a new boat to be sent to bring him home.

This idea was so strong that the child gathered together his store of toy boats-for he had many, as they were his favorite playthings-and launched them, one after another, telling them to find his father, and bring him home.

As Dandelion was not allowed to play on the beach except at low tide, the little boats sailed away on the receding waves, and the child was sure that some of them would get safely into the distant port where Daddy was waiting.

All the boats were launched at last, all sailed bravely away; but none came back, and little Dandy was much disappointed. He babbled about it to himself; told the snails and the lobsters of his trouble; begged the gulls to fly away and find Daddy; and every windy night, when the sea dashed on the shore and the shutters rattled, he would want the lamp put in the window, as it used to be when they expected Ben and tried to make home look cheerful, even before he got there.

Six long months went by, and no one ever thought of seeing Ben again, no one but his little son, who still watched for him, and his wife, who waited to meet him hereafter.

One bright spring day something happened. The house was as tidy as ever; the spinning wheel hummed briskly, as Hetty sung softly to herself with a cheerful face; though there were white hairs among the