You triumphed over temptation,
And that is the very way.
Now, little folks, ’tis our bed-time:
Robbie and Martie, may you
Both grow to be like uncle Will,
As noble and as true.”
E. B. S.
THE PEACHES.
I ONCE read a story that I want to tell the Pansies. A man brought some fine luscious peaches to his four boys and their mother. They had never seen any peaches before. That evening, he said, “Well, how did you like the peaches?” The elder answered, “Father, it was lovely; I kept the stone, and shall have a tree for myself some day.”