the coming winter from the nest that the hornet built in summer.

If hornets build low,

Winter storms and snow;

If hornets build high,

Winter mild and dry.

Perhaps these people did not know that the hornet's nest is built for summer only.

Some wasps found a honey-pot that had been tipped over. They filled themselves with the honey. But when they had eaten enough and would fly away they could not, for they were stuck fast in honey.

Honey is sweet, but life is sweeter.

-AESOP.

THE WIND.

I am the wind,

And I come very fast;
Through the tall wood
I blow a loud blast.

Sometimes I am soft

As a sweet, gentle child; I play with the flowers, Am quiet and mild;

And then out so loud All at once I can roar; If you wish to be quiet, Close window and door.

I am the wind,

And I come very fast;
Through the tall wood

I blow a loud blast.

THE SQUIRREL THAT CAME BACK.

A man caught a squirrel in the woods and brought it home. As

he had no cage, he put the squirrel into a trap used for catching rats. The squirrel stayed in this for many weeks and began to feel very much at home.

Day after day the trap was placed beside an open window through which the squirrel could see the fields and woods. One day the squirrel got

out and ran off to the woods. When the man found this out, he was very sorry, for he had grown to love his pet. But there was no help for it.

Before night it began to rain, and the man went to close the window and put the trap away.

To his great surprise he found the squirrel had come back and was in the trap, all wet and cold from the rain.

THE ACORN AND THE PUMPKIN.

A country boy thought that God had made a mistake in having large pumpkins grow upon small vines, while small acorns grew upon great oak-trees. "If I had made the world," said he, “I would have done it better." Tired out by these great thoughts, he lay down in the shade of an oak tree and went to sleep. A blow upon his head woke him. He found a lump upon his forehead, where an acorn had fallen from the oak tree and hit him. "God's ways are good," said he, "for I would have been killed, if acorns were half as large as pumpkins."

And to keep himself warm,

Will hide his head under his wing,

Poor thing!

The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow,

And what will the swallow do then?

Poor thing!