"TOO MANY OF WE." • ; ». - "' Mamma, is there too many of we ? !: The little girl asked with a sigh; ' " Perhaps you wouldn't be tired, you sec,. If a few of your childs should die." She was only three years old—this one .>' Who spoke in that strange, sad way, As she saw her mother's impatient frown At the children's boisterous play. There were a half-dozen who round her stood, j '. And Worn out with the care of the noisy brood, At the fight with the wolf at the door. ~ For a smile or a kiss no time, no place, For the little one least of all •; - ': And the shadow that darkened the mother's ' face 1 • O'er the young life seemed to fall. More thoughtful than any, she felt more care, And pondered in childish way How to -lighten the burden she could not share Growing heavier every day. Only a week, and the little Claire In her little white trundle-bed, -'';''■■ Lay with her blue eyes closed, and the sunny hair ./ Cut close from the golden head. "Don'tcry," she said—and the words were '~ low, Feeling tears that she could not sec— . ■ " You won't have to work and be tired so, When there ain't so many of we." ■ •• And the dear little daughter who wont away From the home that for once was stilled, Showed the mother's heart, from that dreary day,*' What a place she had always tilled. "Woman's World"

TWO WAYS OF EXAMINING A WITNESS.
