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1-Oit THE LITTLE FOLKS. WIIAT A LtTTI.E UIBL DID. Kate Johnson, a lit t;e girl, was one day standing leady dressed to go out, at the window of a house. lady had promised to take her lor a drive, ind the little girl, delighted at the thought of going, was wai'ing. Presently the carriage drove up to the, door, hut the little girl' pleasure' all gone wlien, she saw the horses had tight cb. no on. I suo- pose it is hardly necessary to expi; 11 that cheeL-re na are short reins attached to I h, bit find to hook on the saddle, so that the horse's head is iield up and he cannot stretch out his neck to its full length, and is thus tortured and often injured whilst in harness. Kate was very fond of horses, and could not bear to see them ill-treated by the crud ten. Ob, mother,' she said, the horses have got check* reins on need I go ?' I -No, my dear.'said her mother I not if you would really rather not.' If I must go, I must,' she said, 'but I shall be miserable all the time, for I can't bear to ride behind horses who are ia pain.' So Kate decided not to go; she gave up the pleasure of the drive, because she would not have any part in treating horses cruelly. The reader may say, I Itjwas very good of her to give up the drive, but it did not do anything toward stopping the use of the rein she was only a little girl, and what could ba example do?' But let him. wait until he has beard the end of the story, and then see whether the example of a child was without influence. Kate's mother went down to the lady in the carriage, to say Lhati her daughter would rather not go for the drive. The lady was surprised and begged to know the reason. When she was told,—«Check-reins,' she exclaimed, • I never knew that my horses bad check-reins on.* The lady was quite ignorant of the fact; but should not people who keep horses look to their comfort ? Perhaps she had never troubled to think whether her horses were ill-used or not. So the carriage drova away, and the little girl was left behind. A few daya afterwards what was the child's delight to have a letter, saying that the lady had inquired into the matter, and the check-reins were no longer used, Mr that the horses could now trot along happily ia freedom. Kate must have been a happy little girt on that day, and I hope that many more children may have the pleasure and satisfaction of helping t4 relieve the animals, who work so patiently for out benefit, from cruel usage of every sort. They ara- God's creatures, and we have no right to treat theofc badly indeed, I cannot imagme a child wishing fat do so, unless he is hardened or thoughtless. Let us, then, set our faces against cruelty of every sort. whether it be the result of passion, thoughtlessness or careessness. WHO WAS CINDERELLA? Cinderella's real name, it seems, was Rhodope, and she was a beautiful Egyptian maiden, who lived 670 years before the common era and during the reign of Psammeticus, one of the twelve kings of Egypt. One day Rhodope ventured to bathe in a stream near her home, and meanwhile left her shoes, which must have been unusually small, lying on the bank. An eagle6, passing above, chanced to catch sight of the little sandals, and mistaking them for a toothsome tid-bit^ pounced down and carried one off in his beak. The bird then unwittingly played the part of fairy god. mother, for, flying directly over Memphis, where King Psammeticus was dispensing justice, it let the shoe fall right into the king's lap. Its size, beauty, and daintiness immediately attracted the royal eye, and the king, determined upon knowing the wearer of m cunning a shoe, sent through all his kingdom in search of the foot that would fit it. As in the story of Cinderella, the messengers finally discovered Rhodope, fitted on the shoe, and carried her fa triumph to Memphis, where she became the queen ot King Psammeticus, and the foundation of a fairy tala that was to delight boys and girls 2400 years later. A PBETTY PIE. The most original example of the cooking of Char lea J!s reign was a cold pie which was served up at a banquet given to the King and Queen by the Duchess of Buckingham. Out of this pie stepped Jeffery Hudson, the first English dwarf, of whom we have any authentic history. He was a youth then of only eighteen inches high but he afterwards grew to the stature of three feet nine inches, though never beyond that. Such shrunken specimens of humanity being at that time regular institutions at Courts abroad, if not in England, Hudson was presented by the Duchess to Queen Henrietta. A FAMOUS DOG. In 1779 a youngdog, who apparently had no master, came, no one knew how, to Caen, France, and met there a regiment of grenadiers starting for Italy. Urged on, apparently by destiny, he followed them. • He was to all appearance a common street cur, dirty and ugly, but he had such a bright, expression and seemed so intelligent that they cid not hesitate tob take him. His new companions forced him to acT, as sentinel, to obey orders, to keep step, to r.ecorne accubtomed to the sound of fire-arms, to < bey roll-call, and all ot.;er duties the soldiers were railffi upon to- perform. He received and ate his rlion- wirri them, and lived in every respect as his regiment was com- manded to do. In going to Italy Moustache crossed Saint Bernird at the cost of unknown hardships, and encamped with the regiment above Alexandria. It was here that he was to accomplish his first great feat of areas. A detachment of Austrians, hidden in the Valley of Balbo, advanced in the night to surprise the grena. diers, and was heard by this vigilant dog as he wae making his rounds. The soldiers were awakened by his barking. In a moment every one was on foot and the enemy dislodged. To reward Moustache the colonel had his name inscribod on the regimental roll, and ordered that he should have every day thb ration of a soldier. He ordered that there should be put on Lis neck a collar bearing the name of the regiment,, and the barber was ordered to wash and comb him every week. Some time afterward there was a slight engage- ment, and Moustache conducted himself very bravely. He here received his first wound—a bayonet thust la the shoulder. It must be said here that Moustache was never wounded except in front. About this time he quarrelled with the grenadiers and deserted because they had left him tied in the garrison. Taking refuge with a company of chasseurs, he saw a disguised Austrian spy enter the French camp. Mous- tache, forgetting the insult he had received, welcomed the stranger by springing at his throat with much fierceness. This action astonished all at first, but they had time for reflection, and then remembered the sagacity of the faithful dog. The stranger was arrested, searched and found to be a spy. Moustache continued the stAes of his exploits. At the battle of Austerlitz, seein^the colour-bearer sur- rounded by enemies, he few to his rescue, defended him as well as be could, and when the soldier fell pierced with bullets, enveloped in his colours, Mous- tache. seizing with his teeth that part of the glorious. flag which he could get, fairly flew past the enemy, and brought back to his company the blood-stained remnants. It must be said here that a charge of mus- ketry had taken off one of his legs. This saving of tha flag brought him mfrited honour. They took off the collar he wore, and Marshal Lannes ordered that they put on him a red ribbon, with a copper medal, bear- ing this inscription on one side He lost a leg at the battle of Austerlitz, and saved the colours of his regiment.' On the other side it read Moustache should be loved and honoured as a brave French dog.' As it was easy to recognise him by his ribbon and medal, they decided that, in whatever regiment he should present himself, be should receive the portion of a soldier. He took part yet in several battles, and among others that of Essling (18C9). He made with trie dragoons two campa gns, and the brave dog forght every time he bad the opportunity. He alwaya walked in front on the alert, barking when be heard any noise and could not find out the cause. In the Sierre Morena mountains he brought back to camp the b. rse of a dragoon who had been killed. It is said that at several times he showed this same act of m. telligence. He made bis last campaign with the artillery, and was killed at the battle of Badajoz, March 11, 1811, at the age of twelve years. They buried him on the spot where he fell, with his medal and his ribbon. On the stone which served as his monument they wrote: Here lies Moustache.' Thesg simple, words are more eloquent than the most pompom epitaph. UNCLJ: WILLIAM.

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