IN SCHOOL AND OUT.

School-time is coming again;
"So much the better!" says Jane,
And off, with her satchel and slate,
She starts, for she scorns to be late.
But ragged and barefooted Meg
Does nothing but wander and beg.
Oh, why does she not go to school?
Poor child! She's by no means a fool.

X. Y. Z.

THE LITTLE SAILOR.

HAD just finished reading the last number of "The Nursery" to my little six-year-old boy. "Read it all over again, mamma," he said. "Why don't the 'Nurseries' come oftener, so you could read me a new story every minute?"

What a silly question, wasn't it? But I didn't tell him it was silly. I sang the frog-song over again with a good many croaks and kerchugs to make it lively; then we all made ready—the two aunts, papa, my little boy, and myself—to go out sailing in the harbor.