The fire burns on the hearth, Where tempting fruit and charming books abound; Love opens springs of mirth, Where radiant hopes and bubbling joys are found. The skies hang cold and gray; Among the hills the winds begin to blow; Herds strike their homeward way; And earth grows white and strange with flying snow. -J. Hazard Hartzell. THREE CUNNING CRABS. THE HERE'S a spider crab that lives in the sea, In his little shell frock, Plotting against the shining fishes, Of all the crabs that live under the sea, He prys open a sponge, While he rests on his back, and floats along, There's a fiddler crab that lives in the sea, In the midst of the spray, Till he wears his arms to quite a hard crust, There's a cocoanut crab that's fond of the land, With hammers and spoons he travels the sand; With right heavy raps The hard nut he taps, Till the eye of the nut is quite thrust in, -Dorothy Wood. F THE CORAL INSECT. AR adown the silent ocean, Where the sunbeams never fall, Never comes the storm's commotion, Dwells the coral insect small. Very weak and small is he, But he wastes no time away; Ever toiling, ever busy, Building up to meet the day. Days and months and years are going, Boys and girls, come learn a lesson DE Where the purple mullet and goldfish rove, Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue, That never are wet with the falling dew, But in bright and changeful beauty shine, Far down in the green and glassy brine. The floor is of sand, like the mountain's drift, And the pearl-shells spangle the flinty snow; From coral rocks the sea-plants lift. Their boughs where the tides and billows flow. The water is calm and still below, For the winds and waves are absent there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless fields of upper air. There, with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter. There, with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear, deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending, like corn on the upland lea: Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, The purple mullet and goldfish rove, And the waters murmur tranquilly Through the bending twigs of the coral grove. -James Gates Percival. O THE RIVIERA. PEERLESS shore of peerless sea, Ere mortal eye had gazed on thee, Thy subtle and resistless spell, - Helen Hunt Jackson. THE PETRIFIED FERN. a valley, centuries ago, INrew a little fern leaf, green and slender, Veining delicate and fibers ten der; Waving when the wind crept down so low; Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it, Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, Drops of dew stole in by night, and crowned it, Monster fishes swam the silent main, Did not number with the hills and trees, |