Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;

By the dusty road-side,

On the sunny hill-side,

Close by the noisy brook,

In every shady nook,

I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
Even in the noisy street

My pleasant face you'll meet;
And where the children play

In the bright and merry May-
Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
You cannot see me coming,
Nor hear my low sweet humming;
For in the starry night,

And the glad morning light,

I come creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
More welcome than the flowers
In summer's pleasant hours;
The gentle cow is glad,

And the skipping lamb not sad,
To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
When you are numbered with the dead
In your still and narrow bed,
In the happy spring I'll come,
And deck your silent home,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
My humble song of praise
With grateful voice I raise
To Him at whose command
I come to deck the land,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.

There was once a miller, who had three sons. When the miller died, each of his sons got a share of all that he had left. The mill was left to the eldest son, the ass to the second, and the cat to the youngest.

The poor young fellow who had nothing but the cat, thought that he was hardly used.

My brothers,' he said, 'by joining what they have got, may do very well in the world; but as for me, when I have eaten my cat, and made a fur cap of his skin, I may soon die of hunger.'

Now the cat was sitting just inside the door of a cupboard, and heard what his young master had said. So he came out, and thus spoke to his master: Do not vex yourself, my good master; you have only to give me a bag, and get a pair of boots made for me, so that I may make my way through the dirt and the brambles, and you will see that you are not so badly off as you think.'

The young man did not put much faith in the cat's speech. But he had seen the cunning tricks the cat made use of to catch the rats and mice, such as hanging by the hindlegs, and hiding in the meal, to make them think that he was dead; so he

thought that Puss might be of some use to him after all.

When the cat had got what he asked for, he first of all drew on his boots; then he put the bag on his neck, and took hold of the string with his fore-paws. He then bade his master good-morning, and set off to a warren where there were a great many rabbits.

He put some bran and some parsley into his bag, and then stretched himself out at full length, as if he were dead, and waited till some young rabbit would get into the bag to feast upon the good things he had put into it. The cunning cat had not to wait long, for a plump young rabbit soon crept into the bag, and Puss at once drew the strings, and killed him.

Puss, who was very proud of his sport, now went straight off to the king's palace, and asked to speak to the king. When he was shewn into the king's room, he made a low bow, and said: 'Sire, I have brought you

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