HAT in the world shall we do one I with her?" asked one of two fashionably-dressed young ladies, as they stood at the corner of a city street, look ing down on a crying child. They had already questioned her, and found she was lost. To use the child's own language, "I was jus' goin' to de pos' offis, and I touldn't fine it, and the kitty run away, and a weal naughty girl took my pretty hat off and telled me to wear her old one, and it didn't have any strings, and it wouldn't stay on mine head; an' I want to go to mine mamma, an' I don'no where mine mamma is." "You don't know what to do with her?" repeated the younger and more haughtylooking young lady to the question asked by her friend. "Why, we cannot do anything with her but let her alone severely, I should say. There are benevolent Samaritans enough in this city who need these cases to keep alive their charitable fever; so for pity's sake don't meddle, Floy, but do come on. There is Dick Flemming coming this way." Floy Burney colored slightly. "I cannot help it, Edith; I wouldn't for a dozen Dick Flemmings leave this poor little waif here alone. Just think how she must have wandered about; she might fall into evil hands, and she is no common child." "She is uncommonly dirty," responded Edith, provoked at what she called her friend's wilfulness. "Not more so than contact with dirty streets for half a day would naturally make her; and see how her poor little face is all swelled up with crying. Come with me, birdie, I'll help you to find mamma,” said Floy, taking the child by the hand and starting on just as Mr. Flemming came up. "You seem to have had quite a discussion at the street corner," he said, smiling, after he had politely recognized the ladies, at the same time casting a glance at the child, whose back was now towards him, as she still held her apron to her eyes. Floy stepped on ahead with her protegé, while Edith, walking behind with Mr. Flemming, began to explain the cause of their detention. Floy might almost hear | perfectly wilful and headstrong-is liable herself commented on, catching such dis- to be imposed on by any vagabond. This jointed sentences as, "times when she is child, for instance, shows her low breed ing from her countenance, and I haven't a doubt was sent to that corner with a lie in her mouth, for these little mites soon become wonderful proficients in the art of deceiving." By this time Mr. Burney's handsome mansion was reached, and Edith and Mr. Flemming paused to exchange civilities with Floy, when the child, catching sight of Mr. Flemming's face, gave a scream of delight, and taking hold of the skirt of his coat, cried out: "O, Untle Dick, take me to mamma!" 66 'Daisy Martin, my own little niece!" said the astonished man, as he took the runaway in his arms. Poor Edith, confused at this unlooked for result, left the party after a hasty bow, and Mr. Flemming, with the stray child in his arms, followed Miss Floy up the steps and into the parlor. "I must get this child around home as quickly as possible," said he; "my precious sister must be in a state of fearful excitement, if Daisy has been missing for half a day." like scenes, and I am pretty sure there will be one." Floy consented, and Daisy insisting upon a hand from each, trotted between them, chattering all the way. "I'se tum'd home," began Daisy, at the first sight of her mother, who had been rushing to the door at every sound of the bell, hoping for tidings of her child. Then there was a scene, as Uncle Dick predicted, Daisy herself having apparently more calmness than any of the party. Daisy clung to her new friend Floy, as she was about to leave. "I want you to stay to my house and be my auntie; can't she, Uncle Dick?" "Yes, if I can bring it about," said the young gentleman, with a determined but very mischievous look at Floy. Uncle Dick, by means best known to himself, carried his resolution into effect, and six months afterward Daisy Martin was an especial guest at Uncle Dick's wedding. When Daisy's turn came, and Uncle Dick took her up in his arms to lift her to "Let me improve her toilet a little the lips of her new aunt, not many of the first," said Floy. Little Daisy looked like another creature as she came down, her head wrapped in a pretty pink nubia. "Pretty lady must go too," insisted Daisy, as they were about to start. "I love the pretty lady; don't you love her, Untle Dick?" "Yes," said Uncle Dick, quite emphatically; then smiling, he added, "Do please go with us, Miss Floy. I don't spectators knew why Daisy got more than her share of kisses, and was pressed so closely as to endanger the white laces and orange flowers about the pretty face, though possibly some of them overheard Uncle Dick's remark: "Daisy, I must have from you five kisses, for you went astray and found me a bride; yes, it was your wandering feet, you little mite, 'proficient in the art of deceiving,' that brought me to this wedding to night." THE GREAT BOOK.-There is not a boy on all the hills of New England, not a girl born in the filthiest cellar which disgraces a capital in Europe, and cries to God against the barbarism of modern civilization, not a boy nor a girl in all Christendom through, but their lot is made better by that great Book.-Theodore Parker. OF WHAT IGNORANCE IS MOTHER.-Ig norance is the mother of devotion, yet if it falls in a hard ground, it is the mother of atheism; if in a soft ground, it is the parent of superstition; but if it proceeds from evil or mean opinions of God, it is an evil of a great impiety, and, in some sense, is as bad as atheism.-Jeremy Taylor. ROUND THE WORLD IN AN ARM-CHAIR. BY W. MR PART II.-THE EAST INDIA ISLANDS. R. GORDON was away from home row?" inquired motherly Mattie, seeing "Where is it, Jack?" said Uncle Aleck; "bring the map and let me see." At length the noisy welcome subsided somewhat, and Mr. Gordon was safely deposited in his easy-chair, with goldenhaired Bess on his shoulder, and the rest in a flock around him, eager to tell every thing of interest that had happened in his absence. "Well, King John," said he, after the budget of news was emptied, "how goes the 'jogafry'?" "I don't like King John," returned matter-of-fact Jack, who, as Aleck complained, never could take a joke; "and I don't say 'jogafry' any more; it's ge og ra-fry!" "I beg a thousand pardons," said his uncle, while the rest laughed; "but at least, I may ask if you have known your ge-og-ra-fry since I have been away?" "I didn't know it to-day," replied Jack, hanging his head; "but it was awful hard! Tommy Bliss did not know it either, and he's a great deal smarter than I am. But I knew that one about Kamschatka-I tell you I did! Didn't I make the fellows stare, telling them about the preserved rose-leaves! Tommy Bliss is going to get his mother to make some." "Do you know your lesson for to-mor Jack ran for the atlas, and spread it on his uncle's knee. "All that," he said, with a comprehensive sweep of his hand over the East India Islands. "O!" returned his uncle. "Well, it's "Have you been there, too, uncle?" asked Kate; while Mattie and Hattie chimed in, "I believe Uncle Aleck has been everywhere." "Tell us all about it," said Aleck the younger. "When did you go, and what did you go for, and how long did you stay?" "I staid two years, and I went from Calcutta with an English naturalist, to collect birds and insects. Unlock that cabinet, Aleck, and hand me the two upper drawers." Aleck did so, and Mr. Gordon carefully removed the lids of the shallow boxes with which the drawers were filled. The children screamed with delight. Such butterflies!-six, seven, or even eight inches across the gorgeous wings, glowing with the richest colors; beetles with coats like the most beautiful enamelled jewelry, green and crimson, and changeful purpleblue, with gold and silver markings. "O, do see the horns!" shouted Hattie, as the next box was opened, and displayed a large collection of curious long-horned beetles; some with straight slender horns, five or six inches in length; others with shorter ones, curiously feathered and bent, and one black fellow, with horns exactly like a lobster's claws. "Here is something stranger still," said Mr. Gordon, opening another box. In it was a huge beetle of a deep velvety black, as large as a small mouse, with fore-legs of such extraordinary length that he covered a space of eight inches. "O! what an ugly great creature!" exclaimed Jack. Where did you get him, uncle? were you not afraid to catch him?" "He came from Amboyna," said his uncle; "but I did not find him myself. These beetles feed on the sap of the sugarpalm, and are seldom seen, except early in the morning, when the natives go to collect the sweet sap from the holes made the day before." "I can't find Amboyna," interrupted Jack, who was searching the map diligently. "You are looking in the wrong place," said Kate; "it is further east, between Celebes and New Guinea." "because it is such a queer shape, just like a crab." "And here is another!-a little crab!" cried Hattie, pointing out Gilolo. "Well, if I am to tell you about the East India Islands," said Mr. Gordon, "put the insects on the table, Maggie, and let us begin at the beginning. How many. large islands are there, Jack?" "Five," answered Jack, counting them on the map. "Sumatra, Java, Borneo, Celebes, New Guinea-and lots of little ones, clear over to Australia." "That is the first thing I am going to tell you, and it is a very important thing to remember. Although the islands are so close together, they are by no means all alike. Sumatra, Borneo and Java, with the small islands lying around them, have animals, birds, and insects much like India and Indo China; while Celebes and the islands to the east resemble Australia in "I always know Celebes," said Mattie, their products. So marked is this distinc |