and taking her handkerchief from her eyes, she spied a neat diminutive figure advancing towards her. She was as upright as an arrow, and had not so much as a hair out of its place, or the least article of her dress rumpled or discomposed. When she came up to Juliet," My dear," said she, "I heard you crying, and knowing you to be a good girl in the main, I am come to your assistance. My name is Order; your mamma is well acquainted with me, though this is the first time you ever saw me. But I hope we

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shall know one another better for the future." then sprang upon the table, and with a wand gave a tap upon the heap of entangled silk. Immediately the threads separated, and arranged themselves in a long row consisting of little skeins, in which all of the same colour were collected together, those approaching nearest in shade being placed next each other. done, she disappeared. Juliet, as soon as her surprise was over, resumed her work, and found it to go on with ease and pleasure. She finished the flower by dinner-time, and obtained great praise for the neatness of the execution.

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The next day, the ill-natured fairy came up with a great book under her arm. "This," said she," is my mistress's house-book, and she says you must draw out against dinner an exact account of what it has cost her last year in all the articles of housekeeping, including clothes, rent, taxes, wages, and the like. You must state separately the amount of every article, under the heads of baker, butcher, milliner, shoemaker, and so forth, taking special care not to miss a single thing entered down in the book. Here is a quire of paper and a parcel of pens." So saying, with a malicious grin, she left her.

Juliet turned pale at the very thought of the task she had to perform. She opened the great book and saw all the pages closely written, but in the most confused manner possible. Here was, "Paid Mr. Crusty for a week's bread and baking, so much."

Then, "Paid Mr. Pinchtoe for shoes, so much.". "Paid half a year's rent, so much." Then came a butcher's bill, succeeded by a milliner's, and that by a tallow-chandler's. "What shall I do ?" cried poor Juliet" where am I to begin, and how can I possibly pick out all these things? Was ever such a tedious perplexing task? O that my good little creature were here again with her wand!"

She had but just uttered the words, when the fairy Order stood before her. "Don't be startled, my dear," said she; "I knew your wish, and made haste to comply with it. Let me see your book." She turned over a few leaves, and then cried, "I see my cross-grained sister has played you trick; she has brought you the day-book, instead of the ledger; but I will set the matter to rights instantly." She vanished, and presently returned with another book, in which she showed Juliet every one of the articles required standing at the tops of the pages, and all the particulars entered under them from the day-book; so that there was nothing for her to do but cast up the sums, and copy out the heads with their amount in single lines. As Juliet was a ready accountant, she was not long in finishing the business, and produced her account, neatly written on one sheet of paper, at dinner.

The next day Juliet's tormentor brought her up a large box full of letters stamped upon small bits of Ivory, capitals and common letters of all sorts, but jumbled together promiscuously, as though they had been shaken in a bag. "Now, Miss," said she, "before you come down to dinner, you must exactly copy out this poem in these ivory letters, placing them line by line on the floor of your room.'

Juliet thought at first that this task would be pretty sport enough; but, when she set about it, she found such trouble in hunting out the letters she wanted, every one seeming to come to hand before the right one, that she proceeded verv slowly; and the poem

being a long one, it was plain that night would come before it was finished. Sitting down, and crying for her kind friend, was therefore her only resource.

Order was not far distant, for, indeed, she had been watching her proceedings all the while. She made nerself visible, and, giving a tap on the letters with her wand, they immediately arranged themselves alphabetically in little double heaps, the small in one and the great in the other. After this operation, Juliet's task went on with such expedition, that she called up the old lady an hour before dinner to be witness to its completion.

The good lady kissed her, and told her that as she hoped she was now made fully sensible of the benefits of order, and the inconveniences of disorder, she would not confine her any longer to work by herself at set tasks, but she should come and sit with her. Juliet took such pains to please her, by doing everything with the greatest neatness and regularity, and reforming all her careless habits, that when she was sent back to her mother, the following presents were made her, in order constantly to remind her of the beauty and advantage of order.

A cabinet of English coins, in which all the gold and gilver money of our kings was arranged in the order of their reigns.

A set of plaster casts of the Roman emperors.

A cabinet of beautiful shells, displayed according to the most approved system.

A very complete box of water-colours, and another of crayons, sorted in all the shades of the primary colours.

And, a very nice housewife, with all the implements belonging to a sempstress, and good store of the best needles, in sizes.

LIVE DOLLS.

WISH very much, mamma," said a little girl as she was walking one fine spring morning, with her do!! in her arms, "that my doll could breathe, and speak, and tell me how she loves these sweet and bright little flowers, that are coming up all over the banks and hedge-rows." As she said this, she turned her eyes first upon the pretty but inanimate little figure she had pressed to her bosom, and then upon the fair and sunshiny scene that lay all around her. Everything appeared to have had a fresh life given.

The trees, and flowers, and sparkling rivulets looked so gay, that one might almost fancy them to be really rejoicing that the summer was coming again; and as for the birds and the young lambs, with which the soft green fields were full, the one sang so sweetly and cheerily, and the others did so sport about in the sunshine, that our little girl could not contain herself for delight. But when she looked at her doll again, her eyes ceased to sparkle, for there it was, with its painted cheeks, and its moveless lips and eyes, a thing more without life than any other object near her. It had been her companion in the winter, when the cold winds and the snow had kept her shut up in the house, and she had amused herself tolerably well, in making it frocks and hats, of all variety of fashions; but she had not once thought then about its having no life, or feeling like herself, and she was contented with it, merely because nothing led her to reflect, that her care and labour about it were useless.

But everything now reminded her, that there was a vast difference between the gayest toy-shop and the beautiful country dressed up by the returning spring; and she could not but think that the very best plaything which her mamma could buy her, was not so really worth possessing as the flowers that were

growing wild but fragrantly on the hedges. Before, therefore, she had long continued her walk, her dol was entirely neglected, and it lay upon her arm as though it were a burden. She began gathering some of the prettiest of the wild geraniums, and the sweet little blue harebells, that peeped and smiled from among the dewy grass, and having formed them into a wreath, she felt for a short time as though she possessed something that she could love much better than a doll, that had no sense of the happy spring-time.

"Are they not beautiful, mamma?" said she, holding them up with delight. "They are, indeed, dear Ellen," said her mamma, " and they ought to make you love that great Creator, who, while he had the power to make this world, and the sun, and the stars, has also had the benevolence to adorn the earth so beautifully, to make it the pleasant abode of the young and innocent."

Little Ellen understood and felt the truth of her mamma's observation, and she never afterwards looked upon the lovely scenes which every season of the year in turn produces, without recalling it to her thoughts. But scarcely had she ceased expressing her pleasure at the sight of her spring-flowers, when their heads began to droop, their leaves to grow flaccid, and all their brightness to fade away. What a sad thing it is, mamma," exclaimed the disappointed little girl," that we should not be able longer to preserve such beautiful things."

"It would, indeed, be sad," was the answer, "if they had not been intended only to bloom in a particular situation, and then for a short time only. But you must learn to observe, Ellen, that all these beautiful little objects are ornaments to the earth, which can be easily destroyed, while things more necessary to our comfort are better defended, or by nature different."

Ellen looked vexed when she found it would be of no use to carry the flowers any farther, and she was again without anything to pet and love. To her