have ventured to half express, thus rapping your mule provokingly over the heels, does he not kick instinctively? I would not blame my mule for letting the heels fly up on such an occasion, if he would then resume his gravity and maintain his just equilibrium until another such provocation should be offered; but he always assumes an offensive attitude, and gets ready to kick whenever the aforesaid individual comes near. In this, I think, he shows a bad spirit-a characteristic, unforgiving, mule spirit. And yet I would take this occasion to suggest respectfully to some people that they are not required to rap the heels of every mule that they see. There is no evidence of lack of good breeding, nor of want of mental capacity, nor of meager information in not disagreeing with every remark that any one may make in your presence. It is altogether proper not to contradict every assertion which your companion may casually make in conversation with you. Again, my mule runs away sometimes without knowing just where he is going. Dick's mule got scared at an old stump at the roadside one day and dashed away into the woods. (N. B.-There were no fences along the road.) It was an unpleasant excursion for Dick-over old logs, in dangerous proximity to huge trees, dodging under branches-until the mule was brought to a stand-still in a dense thicket of brush and briers. Dick was consoled with the thought, however, that it was a mule that did it, and so he calmly took his bearings and proceeded to extricate himself and the mule, and get back to the safe road from which he had been carried. My mule does in a like manner sometimes. Occasionally I find myself going at a dizzy rate of speed away from my life's highway-away from the plain road along which I have been traveling peacefully and pleasantlyaway from the long-tried and cherished truths that have been the sign-boards of my life's journey-cut of the woods of doubt and uncertainty-out and away I know not whither, until I am brought to a halt in a dense thicket through which I cannot go and from which I have to back out. Well, my mule does it, and there is some consolation in that thought, as I hunt the way back to the old road. My mule got scared at something he did not quite understand, and so he struck off on what turned. out to be no road at all. That is all. Thus I have learned to distinguish between myself and my mule, though we always go together. THEODORE CROWL. ANNIE AND WILLIE'S PRAYER. WAS the eve before Christmas, "Good-night" had 'T been said, And Annie and Willie had crept into bed; There were tears on their pillows, and tears in their eyes, And each little bosom was heaving with sighs, For to-night their stern father's command had been given That they should retire precisely at seven Instead of at eight-for they troubled him more And he hoped, after this, he should never more hear How he scrambled down chimneys with presents each year. And this was the reason that two little heads So restlessly tossed on their soft, downy beds. And two tiny hands were clasped close to each breast. "Now, Willie, you know we must firmly believe That the presents we ask for we're sure to receive; You must wait very still till I say the 'Amen.' And by that you will know that your turn has come then." "Dear Jesus, look down on my brother and me, Bless papa, dear Jesus, and cause him to see At dear brother Willie and Annie. Amen." "Please, Desus, 'et Santa Taus tum down to-night, Their prayers being ended, they raised up their heads, And with hearts light and cheerful, again sought their beds. They were lost soon in slumber, both peaceful and deep, And with fairies in dreamland were roaming in sleep. Eight, nine, and the little French clock had struck ten, prayers; "Strange-strange-I'd forgotten," said he with a sigh, "How I longed when a child to have Christmas draw nigh." "I'll atone for my harshness," he inwardly said, "By answering their prayers ere I sleep in my bed." Nor stopped he until he had bought every thing, “With bright shining runners, and all painted red." There were balls, dogs, and horses, books pleasing to see And birds of all colors were perched in the tree! To have Santa Claus visit us each Christmas Eve." |