Why, no, Van," said papa, soberly, "you havn't put every thing on yet!" Van carefully inspected his clothes, from the tips of his small toes up to the broad collar about his neck. He could find nothing wanting.

"You havn't put your smile on yet," said papa with the tiny wrinkles beginning to creep about his own eyes. "Put it on, Van, and I'll button it up for you!'' And, if you will believe me, Van began to put it on then and there! After that he almost always remembered that he couldn't really call himself dressed for the day until he had put a sunny face atop of the white collar and the Scotch plaid necktie.-Youth's Companion.

Annie Laurie.

They sang of love, and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;

Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang "Annie Laurie."

And Irish Nora's eyes are dim,

For a singer dumb and gory;
And English Mary mourns for him
Who sang of "Annie Laurie."

Annie Laurie has come to mean, the universal soldier's sweetheart, "The girl he left behind him," and it is pleasant to know that there really was an Annie Laurie, once; two centuries ago, she was a blooming lassie. Here is the record, exactly as it was made in a trustworthy old "Ballad-Book," collected by Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, of Hoddam: "Sir Robert Laurie, first baronet of the Maxwellton family (created twenty-seventh of March, 1685), by his second wife, a daughter of Riddello, Minto, had three sons, and four daughters, of whom Anne was much celebrated for her beauty, and made a conquest of Mr. Douglas, of Finland, who composed the following verses, under an unlucky star-for the lady married Mr. Ferguson, of Craigdarroch." These are the original words:

Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew;
Where me and Annie Laurie

Made up the promise true;
Made up the promise true,

And never forget will I,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'll lay me down and die.

She's backit like the peacock,

She's briestit like the swan;
She's jimp about the middle,

Her waist ye weel micht span;
Her waist ye weel micht span,
And she has a rolling eye,
And for Bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'll lay me down and die.

The present air of "Annie Laurie," is the composition of Lady John Scott, authoress of both words and music of many songs, which have become popular in her own country. Her maiden name was Alicia Anne Spottiswoode. She married, in 1836, Lord John Douglass Scott, a son of the Duke of Buccleuch.

A collection of Lady Scott's musical compositions has been published in London.

Smiles.

BY ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.

Smile a little, smile a little,

As you go along,

Not alone when life is pleasant,

But when things go wrong.
Care delights to see you frowning,
Loves to hear you sigh;

Turn a smiling face upon her,

Quick the dame will fly.

Smile a little, smile a little,

All along the road;

Every life must have its burden,
Every heart its load.

Why sit down in gloom and dark-
ness,

With your grief to sup?

As you drink Fate's bitter tonic,
Smile across the cup.

Smile upon the troubled pilgrims
Whom you pass and meet;

Frowns are thorns, and smiles are
blossoms

Oft for weary feet.

Do not make the way seem harder

By a sullen face.

Smile a little, smile a little,

Brighten up the place.

Scolding.

Better live on the corner

of a house-top than with a

brawling woman (or man) in a wide house.

THE PIPER PIPES.

views on nagging and scolding which are worth repeating.

There is a righteous indignation, which is a teacher of righteousness; but nagging is born of unrighteous indignation. Its hidden source is offended selfesteem. It is often our duty to find fault, but it is more often our duty to stop finding fault. To cease speaking is as great an art as the art of speech. Better corrections many times too few than once too often. "Let your yea be yea, and your nay, nay," applies to fault-finding as well as to expletives. Here, as elsewhere, we are not heard for our much speaking. True, "constant dropping wears away the stone," but in the matter of hearts, on the contrary, constant dropping petrifies them. "Precept upon precept, line upon line "--but not the

same precept, nor the same line, nor in the same place. The best workman uses the fewest blows. If we are seeking our dear one's amendment rather than our own glory, we shall be anxious that as much of the amendment as possible shall come from him. Nagging fails largely because it does not give the culprit a chance to improve of his own motion. See how carefully God has preserved the free agency of mankind, refraining from forcing upon us either good or evil; and shall we not be as wise in dealing with each other? If you want a man to do the right, point it out, and leave him alone long enough for him to make willing choice of the right, and label his deed with his own name.

In fact, fault-finding always finds failure if it considers the fault rather than the man. We speak, and then look for results, for amendment, instead of looking for the will to amend. This proves the shallowness of our own desire, that it regards exteriors, and is not prompted by the Spirit, since it does not look to the spiritual for its success. Our correction will produce righteousness only when it produces love for righteousness; and if it seeks first to inspire this love, everything else will be added to it.

And not only will love be the object sought by admonition; it will also be the tool that is used. Diamonds are cut only by diamonds, and hearts are formed to beauty only by loving hearts. "Liking cures; " that is the law of spiritual homeopathy. Admonition, like charity, endures all things, because it hopes all things; nagging endures nothing, because it hopes nothing and has no love. The first requisite of a good corrector is that he be a good lover. If you want to find fault, first find hearts. Words do not reach your brother's will except along the telegraph wires of heart strings. If he won't do it for your heart, he won't do it for your tongue.

How Many Bones?

How many bones in the human face?
Fourteen when they are all in place.

How many bones in the human head?
Eight, my child, as I've often said.

How many bones in the human ear?
Three in each, and help to hear.
How many bones in the human spine?
Twenty-six, like a climbing vine.

How many bones in the human chest?
Twenty-four ribs, and two of the rest.
How many bones in the shoulder bind?
Two in each-one before and behind.

How many bones in the human arm?
In each one, two in each forearm.

How many bones in the human wrist?
Eight in each, if none are missed.

How many bones in the palm of the hand?
Five in each, with many a band.

How many bones in the fingers ten?
Twenty-eight, and by joints they bend.

How many bones in the human hip?
One in each, like a dish they dip.

How many bones in the human thigh?
One in each, and deep they lie.

How many bones in the human knees?
One in each, the knee pan, please.

How many bones in the ankle strong?
Seven in each, but none are long.

How many bones in the ball of the foot?
Five in each, as the palms were put.

How many bones in the toes half a score?
Twenty-eight and there are no more.

And all together these many bones fix,

And then count in the body two hundred and six.

And then we have the human mouth,

Of upper and under thirty-two teeth.

And now and then have a bone, I should think.

That was in a joint, or to fill up a chink.

A sesamold bone, or a wormain, we call,

And now we may rest, for we've told them all.

The Child's Use of Money.

The virtues of a child may be his own inherent possessions, but his vices and faults pretty generally result from the neglect, indifference, positive bad example or positive bad management of parents. The careless use of money is, clearly enough, a fault for which the child is not responsible. He brought nothing into this world; his ideas of the use of money, his very conceptions of the meaning and value of money, must come to him from those who are educating him. True, the habit of acquisitiveness is more or less natural to all children, but I think it hardly probable that young children hoard money for money's sake.