We get light by night from his fat; and his horns serve to keep it safe from the wind, which would blow it out. Horn is made clear and thin so as to let the light shine through it; but it is not so bright as glass, yet it is not so apt to break, and it costs less.

ONCE on a time when an old Goat went out to seek for some food, she shut up her young Kid at home, and bid him be sure to keep the door fast, and let no one in till she came back, and then to look out and see who was there: "For," said she, "if you do not mind what I say, there are some fierce rogues in the fields, who will rush in and eat you up." Well, well," said the Kid; "if you

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had not told me, I should have had the sense to take care what I did."

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The old goat set out; but she had not been gone long, when a Wolf, who heard all that had been said, came and knockt at the door. "Who is there?" cries the Kid. My dear," (says the Wolf, who strove to talk like the old Goat,) "it is I, your poor old Dam." On this the Kid did not look out, as he had been bid, but drew up the latch, and in flew the Wolf, who put an end to him in a short time.

to a high tree. A Fox who saw her, had a mind to cheat the thief, and went thus to work with her for though he was but young, he was a sly rogue, and knew more bad tricks than he ought.

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My dear sweet Crow," said he, "what a shame it is that folks should tell such fibs of you! They say, that you are as black as a coal; but now I see you with my own eyes, I see that your soft plumes are as white as snow. One would think they were all born blind; and, dear me! what a fine shape you have! I think, in my heart, that all who see you must fall in love with you. If you had but a clear voice, and could sing a good song, as I dare say you can, there is not a bird that flies in the air, who would dare to vie with you."

The Crow, like a fool, thought that all the Fox had said was true, and had a mind to let him hear her voice in a song; but as soon as she did so, she dropt the cheese; which the Fox took up in his mouth as fast as he could, ran off with it in haste, and laugh'd at the crow for her want of sense.

IN days of old, when a Fox would take more pains to get a bunch of grapes than to get a plump fat goose, an arch young thief of that sort, cast his eyes on a fine bunch of grapes which hung on the top of a poor man's vine: "Oh," said he, "how nice they look! I must have a taste of them, if I die for it," and then jumpt up with all his might, but had the ill luck not to be able to reach them; yet, as he would not leave them, he thought he would try as long as he could.

So he leapt and jumpt, and jumpt and leapt, till at last he was glad to take breath. But when he found all his pains were in vain, "Hang them," said he, "I am sure they

are as sour as crabs, and would set my teeth on edge for a whole week; and so I will at once leave them."

A POOR Ant who came to a brook to drink, stept so far in her haste that she fell in; and there is no doubt but she would have lost her. life, if it had not been for a Dove, who broke off a small twig from a tree and dropt it in, so that the Ant got on it, and rode safe to the shore.

In a few days, a man came with his nets and his snares and would have caught the kind Dove, and made an end of her; but the Ant, who was close by him, and saw what he was at, crept up his legs as fast as she could and gave him a smart twinge with