LINES FOR LITTLE FOLK.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 26, 27 October 1893, Page 15

LINES FOR LITTLE FOLK.

These is a fairy story of a princess who was shut up in a castle, out of which she must make her escap9 or else be starved to death. After a long search, she found the key of the main door, and it was the same that unlocked the gate at the entrance of the grounds. Escape seemed easy enough row. The bright sun is shining on the forest in which the castle stand?. and the princess joyfully hastens to tbe door, that she may pass it and be free. Joßt outßide tbe door a spider's web is hanging from top to bottom, She sweeps it away in a momen', and is going on ; when, behold another spider's web is before her, between the trees of the narrow pathway 1 It is rery easy to swetp that too, and she does it. But there is a third ; ani when thnt Is rtmoved. * fourth ; and when that is removed, a fifth ; and wben that ib removed, a sixth ; and bo again, and again, and again ; and at last the poor princess Bits down and weeps bitterly, aud feels tha', though there is only a ppitier's web between her and liberty, she snail nuver be free. Habits are like these spiders' webs. Each single act of a habit —what is easier to be overcome ? But it is the constant succession of them, the coming of them one after the other, *hich except by God's especial asßiatmce, will, in the long tud, overcome us, —^lir Maria.

The only golden eagle ever seen there is a captive at the residence of Joseph Maynes, at 201G Walnut Street, Toledo O A few days ago Mr Maynes, with Peter Barquin, who lives at Page and Walnutt stn c °, went fro,' fishing ia the mirihea along Ottawa River. Maynes got after a monster frog in 'he edge .if th" marsh ilon,' a blufE which is densely wooded. He was about to i:e' "h-^ fiog when a monstrous eagle swooped down upon him. It seiz d him between the shoulder bladtf, its nharp talons piercing through his overcoat, and undercoat, and cutting in'o the fltisb. The bird beat its wings and luted Maynes from his feet. Maynes weighs 1.1 1 pounds and is 23 years old. He gays he was terr bly fngh'ened and moro so when the bird lifted him from his feet a second time. The burden seemed too great for the bird, and while attempting the third time to get Maines into the air was struck on the head by him, he raaneg ng to twißt around enough to strike with bis frog spear. He then got one arm anund the bird's neck and poutded i^ on the head with the club, He got the bird to the bank and lay on it, while Barquin kicked it into insensibility. While it was in this condition a rope *a* procured and the bird was tied to a tree. It haß been brought to Toledo and wns seen on the afternoon of Augus 7th. It mi asurts 7 feet 6 luchrs acm-s thy wings. It w«igh* 35 ponndp, and stands 3f c 2 inches high. It is evide tU y< ung, tb< te being mny pin feathers around the neck and on th? br< ast Old citisene who have lived in tl.e West Biy the bird is a young mountain eagle, of the golden variety. The plumage is of a dark russet colouri

almost iral brown. The eaele has a mons ruus bead, witb ab< ak four and a half inches long. I s mouth, when B' retched wide open, is five inches across. It swallows fifteen sparrows for supper, taking e»ch cne down whole. — American paper.

As once the Blessed Lady Did walk across the land, The youDe St. John beside her, Held close with tender hand. She sat her by the wayside To pause awhile and rest In jny of that Most Fair One That lay upon her breast Beside the dusty pathway, Through harsh aod stony ground, Wnere not a word <-f fliwer or bird Made glad with sight and sound, Sat down th» Queen of Heaver, Its King upon her knee ; Nor heeded the how desolate That lonely spot might be. Tbrn John spike out— but softly, For that bis heart was fond — " Whertfore wait here, thou Mother dear, Wben fields are bright beyond ?" But she in holy silence, Witb giaveiy smiling lipp, Did bend above her fciiar ot Ldvb And kiss Hie finger-tips, Until the Babe awaking Did smile again, to see The sweetest f, cc of all tre earth lhat walched so patiently. And lo I as wide He opened Tbose eyes of love divine, '(Jan bird to sing, and bio m to sp.ing, And merry sun to shine, Till all the darksome morning, And all the dreary way, Grew sweet with heavenly music Aod fragrant as the May. Fall gladly then Our Lady The sturdy boy addressed : " And did ye think my little Son Wherever be might rect, *' Wi uld lack for blithesome service Fiom lhose H'B creaturts dear, The happy wild fl >wers in the grass, The birds that carol clear ? " Nay 1 for tie springs of glory Forever must t ey ti>*, When fur a spic- in any placo Child Je-us r>_«tß b'ljw." Then boron ward softy croining Tj h m upi n i er biea«t, bbc turne I . Aith John beside he»-, To Nhzue'h ti e blest, — Maby EL]Z\Bt:iH tfnK«, in the Independent.