his indignation of his name and character; and, while inspecting Col. Sheldon's regiment of light horse, the name of Arnold struck his ear. The soldier was ordered to the front. He was a fine looking fellow, with horse and equipage in excellent order. Change your name, brother soldier,' said Gen. Steuben; 'you are too respectable to bear the name of a traitor.'

'What name shall I take, General ?' 6 Take any other name. Mine is at your service.'

Most cheerfully was the offer accepted; and his name was entered on the rolls as Steuben. He enjoyed, and his children after him still enjoy land given to him, in the town of Steuben, by the Baron. This brave soldier met him after the war. 'I am well settled, General,' said he, ' and have a wife and son. I have called my son after you, sir.' 'I thank you, my friend. What name have you given the boy?"

'I christened him Baron.-What else could I call him?'

This soldier died in the year 1838, at Steuben, New-York.

The Sleeping Flower.

Child.

The flower that oped its leaves this morn
So glowing, bright, and fair,

Has closed them now and looks quite dead-
Mama! just see it there.

Mother..

You must not look so very sad,

Nor raise your eye to weep

The flower, my love, is far from deadIt only is asleep.

Child.

Asleep, mama! a flower asleep!

Ah, now you're making fun

A flower has neither eyes nor ears
To know when day is done;
A flower has neither arms nor legs,
To walk, to run, to leap;

It cannot weary out itself,
It cannot therefore sleep.
Mother.

How oft do foolish boys pronounce
On what they do not know!
Because the reason's bid from them

They say It can't be so !

Can God, who gave you eyes and ears To know when day is done,

Who gave you legs and arms to move,
To walk, to leap, to run-

Can he not give the little flower
Some other sense to know
When leaves the sun our glowing sky,
And sinks the hills below?

Child.

O yes, mama! I know He can,

But yet I cannot see

Why little flowers should need to sleep At night as well as we.

They stand quite still the livelong day,

Just staring at the sun,

But my poor bones at night do ache,
With what I've walked and run;
And if I did not sleep at night,

And gain new strength ere morn,
You said yourself that I would die
And to the grave be borne.

Mother.

And so you would-and so the flowers
Would all too soon decay,

Their colors blanched, their leaves made dry,
Scorched by the sun's bright ray,

Did God not teach their slender forms

What time to droop and sleep;
While soft refreshing dews Ile sends
Their wearied leaves to steep.
"Tis thus, my child, where'er we look,
A Parent God we see,

That cherishes the humblest thing
As much as you or me.

Child.

I own my fault-and when again Presumptuous I would be,

I'll think that just before my eyes A sleeping flower I see.

HENRY FIFTH.

He was twenty-four years old when is father died. He gave up all his idle ompanions as soon as he became king, ut I am afraid he only desired to be praised of men,' for he was very fond of war, and hated the servants of God.

His father, Henry IV. at his death was not much lamented by the people, though the clergy mourned, because he was their friend. It is said he shed more of the blood of his subjects, than of his enemies. No wonder he was not beloved.

The King we are now to speak about was called Harry of Monmouth, from the place of his birth, which occurred in 1388. He was what is called a brave man and a great warrior, but his religion being roman catholic he was swayed by the pope. There was one faithful servant of Christ, lord Cobham, who told the people not to pray to the Virgin Mary

nor to pieces of the cross upon which Jesus was crucified. The pope was in great rage with him, and asked the king to order him to leave the people alone.

So the king sent for lord Cobham, and told him he must obey the pope in every thing. Lord Cobham said that he must first obey God, but that he would do any thing which the king commanded him, if it were not against the law of God. This made the king very angry, and he gave the pope leave to do whatever he pleased with lord Cobham; and the pope and his clergy told him that they would burn him to death, unless he promised to pray to images, and to do every thing and believe every thing which the pope and his clergy desired. Lord Cobham said they might do what they pleased with his body, it was only dust: his soul they could not hurt; and then he knelt down and prayed for his murderers, and when he had finished they took him back to prison.

Cobham afterwards escaped from prison and hid himself in Wales, and for four years preached amongst the poor people there, but was finally taken and carried to London, and while the king was in France the bishops condemned him to be burnt; and he was accordingly hung up by the middle with a chain and roasted to death. His was the first noble blood ever shed in England by popish cruelty.

Henry was a great warrior, and went

Henry returned to England, and in two years after entered France again with a large army and took many towns. Peace was finally made between the two nations by the marriage of Henry with Catherine, daughter of the French king. Henry has been called a great prince, but his ambition carried him beyond due bounds and often made him cruel. He did not live long after his marriage, and died at Vincennes in France. He left one child about nine months old, and his widow, forgetting she had been wife of so great a prince, and was descended from the most illustrious house of Europe, married some time after Owen Tudor, a Welsh gentleman, not without giving great offence to both English and French. Tudor was said to be the son of a brewer, and the handsomest man of his time; and from him descended Henry VII. and all his posterity.

Short Lessons to be committed to memory. HENRY FIFTH.

erine, it was agreed that Henry should also be king of France upon the death of her father; but Henry died first, and the king of France two months after, and the French placed the crown upon the head of the Dauphin; thus Henry 6 and Charles 7 assumed the title of King of France at the same time, and disputed the possession of the throne 30 years.

Anecdotes of Birds.

It is very interesting to notice the instincts of all the animal creation, but birds are so peculiarly attractive, and so pleasing to all, that acquaintance with their habits cannot fail to gratify every observer.

A few summers since, I was crossing a meadow before the mowing season; suddenly there rose almost from beneath my foot a large brown bird, about the size of a partridge, which flew a short distance and then rolled over several times, as though in great distress. Dread

rently suffering bird, I neglected to ex

Ireland, and Normandy.

Children-One son only, Henry 6. Line-Plantagenet,house of Lancaster. Remarkable Events-Murder of lord Cobham-Battle of Agincourt-Henry assumes the title of 'King of France,' on a new coin-By his marriage with Cath

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roll and tumble irregularly forward as 1 advanced, maintaining always such a distance as secured her from my reach. followed for several rods with increasing interest, as the difficulty and pain of movement seemed to increase upon her. Suddenly, as if conscious she had quite