Many a hobby-horse
Small boys must ride,
Ere such a steed as this
They can bestride
So, little Harry dear,
Don't look so cross
When you are taken down
From a high horse.
JOSEPHINE POLLARD.
CELEBRATING GRANDMOTHER'S BIRTHDAY.
There were three little sisters and one little brother; and their names were Emma, Ruth, Linda, and John. And these children had a grandmother, whose seventieth birthday was near at hand.
"What shall we do to celebrate our dear grandmother's birthday?" asked Emma, the eldest.
"Get some crackers and torpedoes, and fire them off," said Johnny.
"Oh, that will never do!" cried Linda. "Let us give her a serenade."