That little boy who thought the stars were only pinned in their places must have felt very uneasy. I don't wonder that he dreamed about them.
Once in a great while, a shower of meteors rains down upon the earth; and sometimes many of them can be seen falling from the sky, and burning up in the air.
The fall of the year is the best time for meteors; but you will be pretty sure to see one any evening you choose to look for it, and, perhaps, on the Fourth of July one of them will celebrate the day by bursting like a rocket, as they sometimes do.
M. E. R.
JUNE.
The pretty flowers have come again,
The roses and the daisies;
And from the trees, oh, hear how plain
The birds are singing praises!
The grass is fresh and green once more;
The sky is clear and sunny;
And bees are laying in a store
Of pure and golden honey.
The little modest buttercup,
The dandelion splendid,
Their heads are bravely holding up,
Now winter's reign is ended.
How charming now our walks will be
By meadows full of clover,
Through shady lanes, where we can see
The branches bending over!
The flowers are blooming fresh and bright
In just the same old places,
And oh, it fills me with delight
To see their charming faces.
The air is sweet, the sky is blue,
The woods with songs are ringing;
And I'm so happy, that I, too,
Can hardly keep from singing.
Josephine Pollard.