beautiful Fairy, and by her side knelt a young girl, with truth and love beaming in her starlike eyes, who called her " Mother!"

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And were they always poor? and was the woodcutter's wife happy? and did they go back to live with the woodcutter in his old cottage? and what became of the Fairy and Stella? You shall hear. Stella and her father and mother did go back to the old cottage, and for some time lived there very happily. The Fairy Good-sense returned to her own dominions, but she promised Stella she would come and see her again some day. And so she did; and finding the woodcutter's wife quite cured of her discontented spirit and love of riches, she again restored the magic purse, nor did she ever repent having done so, for instead of the money being wasted on fine clothes and useless luxuries, it was now chiefly bestowed on the poor and friendless; and for miles and miles around, the woodcutter, and his wife and daughter, were universally beloved and respected.

GREAT many years ago, in the days of Fairies and Giants, there lived an aged Woodman. He was so old as to be nearly bent double; the boys could have played at leap-frog with him, as he walked along. Not that they did so, I do not mean you to imagine such a thing; for I am happy to say that the boys belonging to the village where the old Woodman dwelt, were, on the whole, kind and good, and had been taught by their mothers to revere and respect old age. But, even had they been inclined to behave rudely, they would have found that the old man was not without a protector, who, if necessary, would have shed every drop of her blood in endeavouring to shield him. And this was the little girl

who walked by his side-who kept his tiny dwelling clean and neat, and who loved him with all the warmth of her young heart-the little Eyebright. And yet she was not his own child, but his daughter by adoption only. No one in the village knew exactly how old Tristam had obtained possession of Eyebright. The story ran, that he had found her outside his cottage door one summer morning, about twelve years before the time we speak of, and that she was supposed to have been deserted by her parents and cast adrift on the world. But there were two or three cunning ones in the village, who, whenever this story was mentioned, would look at one another, and nod their heads in a peculiar manner, as much as to say, "Ah, we know better than that!" But no one could ever discover what they did know, and at last people began to think that they were only boasters, who in reality knew no better than the rest of the villagers.

It was of little use questioning Old Tristam. All he would say was, that on opening his cottage-door one bright morning, something white just outside caught his eye, and this proved to be a little child, fast asleep, apparently about a

year old. His sister, who was then alive, took charge of the little girl, and from the time she could walk alone, Old Tristam was seldom seen without her.

And now, I am sure, you must wish to know how she came to be called Eyebright. It was at first a great puzzle to know what name to give her. She was such a lovely baby, so different from any that Old Tristam or his sister had ever seen, that the common names they were familiar with-such as Joan, Anna, or Alix— seemed quite unsuitable to this tiny creature, with her fairy-like appearance, bright golden hair, rosy cheeks, and deep blue eyes. The latter were of such wondrous beauty, that when for the first time they met old Tristam's glance, he fairly started back in amazement. "Sister," said the old man, "I must go out into the fields, and bethink me of a name for this little creature." Out into the meadows he went, but no name could he think of which seemed applicable.

At last, as he was returning in despair, a little tuft of white blossoms attracted his attention. He stooped to pluck them, and as he did so, exclaimed, "After this lovely flower will I christen

her-Eyebright shall be her name! This flower, so pure and delicate, is a fitting emblem of the little babe who has been given to me in this unexpected manner." And so they called her Eyebright; and, as time passed on, and she grew up, every one acknowledged that the name was well chosen; for did not every eye brighten as she passed, and were not her own as clear as the unclouded sky?

Little reader, have you ever seen the plant called Eyebright? It is a humble little flower, growing near to the ground. Look for it next summer, and examine it closely; you cannot fail to notice its extreme loveliness. It was supposed in ancient times to be a remedy for blindness, and hence the name it bears.

Eyebright was the smallest creature imaginable. Her tiny white hands, with their rosytipped fingers, seemed only fit to lie in idleness on her lap; yet, wonderful to relate, those hands did more work than many a larger pair in the village! Whose cottage was so neat as old Tristam's? Whose dinner so tastefully cooked? Whose garden so trim and gay? Eyebright was responsible for all. Truly might the good people