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close to the window, so that I could reach it with 
my hand, for the opening was too small for me to 
get in. I snatched it up—the lion was beginning 
to move, perhaps with the intention of making a 
spring. There was no longer time to think; I 
called softly to the mother not to move, and ım- 
ploring the help of the Lord, I fixed my gun, and 
fired. The ball passed directly over the hair of 
my boy’s head, and lodged in the forchead of the 
lion; he was stretched on the ground, and never 
stirred more.” This was Van Wyk’s account, 
Had he failed in his aim—had the mother or boy 
moved, they must have been shot. 
We may conceive the joy of the father, and his 
thankfulness to Providence, 
LESSON XVII 
"HE PET LAMB. 
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; 
Iheard a voice; it said, “ Drink, pretty creature, 
drink!” 
And looking v’er the hedge, before me, I espied 
A snow-white mountain lamb, with a maiden at 
its side. 
No other sheep was near, the lamb was alone, 
And by a slender cord was tether’d to a stone; 
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden 
kneel 
While to the mountain lamb she gave its evenıng 
meal. 
Che lovelylittle maiden was a child of beautyrare; 
I watched them with delight; they were a guileless 
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