then come to me,
Freighted as full as full can be
Of all that misty island's best,—

"Dust of gold and apples of gold,
A kangaroo, and a monkey or two,
A cage of parrots to laugh and scold,
And a silken web, that, when unrolled,
Would reach to the moon, and back to you."

The boy lets slip his cedarn boat;
Gaily she scuds before the breeze,
With a steady helm, till, far remote,
Only a dim, white speck afloat
Is the last glimpse of her that ever he sees.

No matter! His thoughts sail far and free
With his good ship, and he finds new joy
In learning of lands beyond the sea;
And this is the freight of his "Rosa Lee,"—
Better than gold to the eager boy.

RICH AND POOR.

Here is a young girl taking a walk on a cold day. She is strong and well. Her dress is very thick. She has a fur cape, and a muff, and good stout shoes. See how fine she looks. She does not seem to mind the biting frost.

But see this poor old woman tottering along. She wraps her thin cloak around her, but it does not keep out the keen air. She is very cold.

I hope that the rich young girl will give some aid to the poor old woman.