The King's Heart's-ease

Th ere was onco a king who han a very beautiful gurden, wilh fcrounds arranged uilli tuste, to please the eye, to atíbrd roi'-eshing shade, retired wulks commítnding views, and, besides, all the delighttu] fruits that could be procured. Tticre waa one superb oíd oak, so high and grand, that it cnuld be seen for many miles around. There were roses and lilies, and flowering shrubs of overy kind ; in short r.othing was wanting to make it a most perfect spot. One day the king's head gur doner carne and exclairned : " 0 king, pray come at-d see what is the mattor"with your garden - everything is wilting, drooping, and dying !" While he upóte the other gardeners carne running n, and all had the saine story to teil. So the king went out, andthere found all as they had 6aid. He went up firit to the gr.ind old oak tree, his pride and admiration, and said - "Wïiy oak, whdt is the matter with yon, Unit you are withering and dying áway?" "O" said the oak, " I don't think I ara of any use, I am so large and cumbersome ; I bear no fruit or flowere, and I takt) up so muoh room ; and besides, my branches spread so wide and thick, that it ia all dark and shadow under them, and no flowers or fruit can grow there Now, f I were a rosebush, it would be worth while, for I should bear sweet flowers ; or if I were a peach or pear tree, or even like the grnpe vine, I could bear you fruii " Tho king next went to his fuvorite rose-bush und said - " VVell, rose-bush, what is the matter with yuu 1 Why are you so droop ing?" " Why," snid the rose-bush, " I am of no use ; I can bear no fruit ; I have nothing but flowers. lf I wero an oak, like that one in the niiddle of tho grounds. I should be of sotne use ; for then I conld f huiler you, I could be seen for miles around and be an honor to your (rarden ; but as t is, I might just ns well die." The Kng then went to a grape-vine, no l&nger clinging to the trelüs and trees, but trailing sadly on the ground. He stopped and Baid - ' Giape-vine,whatis the matter with you? Why are you lyi'ig so dolefully on the ground ?" "Ah !" said the vine, "you see vvJuit a poor, weak creature I am. I dW't even hold up my own weight, but must cling to a tree er post. And what can Ido? I neither give shade like the oak, nor bear flowers like the shrubs. I ulways must depend for support upoo something else, and surely I am of no use." On went the king, quite in despair to see his place going to destruction ; and it grieved him to think that for all the care and attention he had Ut visbed upon his garden, he was to be repaid by mnrinuring and repining. But he suddunly spied a littlu heart's ease (u eiriiili flower) low down on the ground, with its fuce turned up to him. looking as bright and pmiling as possible. He stooped and said - " You dearlittle heart's-ease ! What makea you look so bi ight and blooming vrhen eveiything around you is wilhering nway ?" " Why," said the hünrt's-ease, " I thougbt you wanled me here ; if you liad wanted an oak, you would have plRtitsd an acorn ; if you had wanted roses,you would have set out a rosubush ; ii you had wanted grapes, you would hitvo put in a grape-vine. Bul I kii(;w wliai voti wanted of me was to bu a heart's-ease ; so I thought I would try to he the very best Httle huart's easa that ever I could." Uear children, do you eoe the moral ?