SPRING AND SUMMER.

BY DORA READ GOODALE.


In Spring we note the breaking
Of every baby bud;
In Spring we note the waking
Of wild flowers of the wood;
In Summer's fuller power,
In Summer's deeper soul,
We watch no single flower,--
We see, we breathe the whole.




THE AX OF RANIER.

BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.


Once upon a time, there lived on the borders of a forest an old woman
named Jehanne, who had an only son, a youth of twenty-one years, who was
called Ranier. Where the two had originally come from no one knew; but
they had lived in their little hut for many years. Ranier was a