could surpass the sweetness of their flavor, or the brightness of their colors.

"Ah, mother!" cried the little girl, "see the fine fruits, which the Creator has given us! what must be his goodness and his love for us!"

"Yes, my child," said her mother; "but consider a little. You would have been almost angry with him, when he wished to bestow on us these blessings. Remember that it was that very heat, which one day made you so impatient, that has ripened these fruits, and not only these, but the corn and the wheat, without which men could hardly subsist. Accustom yourself, my child, to be content with all that God ordains; for you will always see, sooner or later, that he does everything for the good of his creatures."

CAROLINE.

“PRAY, Papa,” said Caroline, “do let me have a garden of my own! Tom and Anne and Mary will never let anything grow; what they plant one day, they remove the next; and so the flowers die; they do not give anything time to take root; and then, papa, they sow seeds, and a day or two after they begin scratching to see whether they are growing: and they dig up my shrubs just as they do their own; I never can have anything with them, and I do so love a garden, and I will keep it so neat, and take so much care of it, if you will but try me! Will you, dear papa?

Papa consented, and Caroline had a pretty bit of garden ground given to her, which Nicholas had directions to put in order for her; and after that, except now and then a few jobs, which she could not do, because she was not strong enough, she was to take care of it and weed and water it herself. Caroline was up early the next morning, and found some beautiful shrubs and flowers already planted in her garden; for Nicholas was very fond of her, because his wife had been her nurse, and so she was sure to have the best of everything; and as she was not so

whimsical as her brother and sisters, but let the things grow where they were planted, when the summer came, her little garden was so blooming that every one went to admire it; and she had very often a pretty nosegay to give her mamma.

She watered her plants and trees when the weather was very warm, and the earth dry; and she had a little watering-pot of her own, and a rake and a hoe; and when she saw any straggling branches, she was sure to tie them up, and was, as she always said, as busy as a bee.