Mother’s Advice.
What do you like best, my little reader? Pies, pears, plums, peaches, cake, or custards? You like all these things—but let me tell you, there is a thing of more value than all these; and that is—your mother’s advice.
If then a mother’s advice or counsel is of such importance, why do children care so little about it—nay, why do they so often dislike it? Tell me that, my young reader—tell me that!
The Snow Drift.
[Concluded.]
We have told, in a former number, how Dick’s sheep and lamb had wandered away, and how a deep fall of snow had come, making the poor boy fear that they were lost.
In two days the snow was three feet deep. It was impossible now to travel about, and Dick gave up the search; but he was almost heart-broken. He was sorry to lose Nan, but his heart was touched, and his tears fell, to think that she and her poor little lamb were probably frozen to death.