[THE AMBITIOUS TWIG.]
AN ALLEGORY.
LUCIE COBBE.
Many years ago, two little branches grew in a hedgerow; they were brothers, but their tastes were different. The younger one was lazy, and liked to stay in the shade; but the elder one kept pushing steadily upwards, and making all the haste to grow that he could.
He had seven leaves each side, but his brother had only three.
"Why can't you stay where you are?" said the younger one; "you are well in the middle of the hedge."