" IF indeed thy heart were right, then would every creature be to thee a mirror of life, a book of holy doctrine." — THOMAS X KEUFIS.
THIS midsummer evening a bat flitted out j of the shadow, dodging hither and thither after the manner of his kind. I doubt if there is another animal common to our country so often seen and about which so little is generally known. It is all the more surprising when we consider what a truly wonderful creature it is. On the wing nothing is more agile, on the ground it is helplessness personified. Birds and insects can fly, but they can also walk or hop, or run or crawl, but a bat can do no more than hitch himself along on his fore-elbows and hinder feet. When at rest he neither lies down, nor sits up, nor goes to roost, but he hangs himself up by his thumb-nails and rests his body in the slack of his wings. He has been a puzzle to people, who could not make out where he belongs in the animal king-