THE CORN FLOWER WREATH.

Translated from the German by Mrs Goodwin
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Translated from the German by Mrs. Goodwin.

 A wreath of corn-howers was once the cause of short quarrel between Henry and Ernest, two boys who had before this loved each other like brothers, and played together in the greatest harmony.

 Ernest had exposed himself to the noon- day-sun, while he gathered the flowers from the sides of the corn-felds, where they grew in profusion. As he collected them, he brought them by handfulls, and put them in the shade under large towering linden.

 Henry lay stretched on the grass in the cool shade under the tree, and as Ernes grass, he took them, and lazly braided 6 beautiful wreath He did his work so neat ly, that all the stems were hidden in the cen ire, and the starry flowers presented them selves on the surface. The wreath was just completed as Ernest returned with his last handful of corn-aowers.

 ssThese flowers all belong to me-" said he, when he saw what Henry had been doing .sSee how the sweat drops from my hair have been all over the fields in the burn ing sun, to gather them, while you here, ir tlC COOi Ol tlCOt lluNO DCCii otiCtCll- ed out on your back, brading them together This has been very pleasant tamusementfol you, dare say, but although you have made free with my flowers, which brought here to keep them from willing, you have no righ to rob me of them"

 s'The wreath Is mine, certainly" said Hen ". ssIt would be a strange thing for you tc take my beautiful wreath, because you brought few corn flowers from the fields. coult have easily picked them myself if they hat not lain here. iFhe flowers in the fields be- long to every one, and any one may pick them; but to braid their stems neatly togeth- CT, and make crown like this, requires 8 talent which you do not possess. So let il rest there; the corn-aower wreath is my work, and 1t must be mine."

 While they were disputing, a little girl o theiracquaintance came skipping along path which led up from the brook where she had been washing her pleasant face in the eleal water. The boys called her to stop. She was a favorite with both, for she possessed the gentleness of lamb, with the sprightli- ness of bird. She came to the spot, an( was requested to judge between the two would-be-proprietors of the wreath.

 ssHow neatly this wreath is made,n sai6 she, holding it up on her little hand, ano looking at 1t pleasantly. How sweet ane 1 beautiful these fresh corn-howers are Yes terday, my brothers made me a wreath O roses and violets, but is was not so pretty as this.n

 While she was speaking she took the straw hat from her head, and drew the wreath gent ly over her hair, which hung in long, light brown ringlets, over her clean, bright fact and neck.

 The clear blue of the flowers we'll became Caroline's modest beauty, and both wert pleasing for the contrast. Ernest and Henry both fixed their eyes upon her, and forgo J their dispute, while they thought the garlant