CHILDREN all like to play, but their games sometimes get old, and they desire something new. Our artist gives us on this page a picture of a kind of swing, which will, we think, be new to our readers. 

By looking at the picture, you will see that these children do not look like those you are accustomed to see. Their dark skin and scant dress show that they belong to a savage race of people, who live, perhaps, on the islands of the Pacific, in the wilds of Australia, or on the burning plains of Africa.

But, savage or civilized, black or white, boys and girls all love to play, and these children seem to be enjoying their play very much. Listen! It seems as though we could almost hear them shout and laugh.

Notice, too, how peacefully they are playing. While some are sitting on the ground resting, others are taking their turn at the swing. There is no quarreling, no fighting. How many games are broken up by this naughty spirit getting into the hearts of the players! How much better to cultivate a spirit of love, and play peacefully, happily!


V. A. M.



ONE day a gentleman entered a shop, accompanied by his two little daughters.

"Buy us each a lead pencil, papa, please," said Ada.

"Yes, do, papa," said May entreatingly.  He studied a moment, and then said, "I'll get one and divide it between you," which he did; but, contrary to his intention, one piece was longer than the other. Laying the two pieces together, he said, "One piece is smaller than the other, daughters. What shall I do?"

I expected to see the pink lips pout out; but instead, the clear voice of little May, the younger of the two, rang cheerily," I'll take the shortest, papa."